nothingcomparestomommy: Just a little something about how I think about my mom… This blog is built a
nothingcomparestomommy: Just a little something about how I think about my mom… This blog is built around my love for incest, and the fantasies I have about my mom. The weird thing is that sometimes a button in me is pushed and those fantasies don’t exist anymore, at least for a short while. This happens when I’m in a fight with my mom or when I’m focused on something (read: someone) else. But luckily when I start jacking off again (and note: I do this a lot) and I come across a gif of a big ass I immediately think of my mom’s ass. Her fat ass bouncing, moving, riding my erect cock. And it’s back, the button is pushed again. And that got me thinking. People who start a chat with me often ask why I want to engage in sexual activities with my mother. The main part is because of the incest-factor. The taboo turns me on too much to ignore it. The thought of my mother’s lips around my shaft is so wrong, meaning, so fucking good. And I do love my mom, don’t get me wrong, but I love her like any person loves his mom. I am not IN love with her. There is still a little part of me, say the pancreas, that says it is indeed wrong. But of course, my balls and the rest of my body overrule the pancreas everytime I start jerking it. What I wish for my mom and I to be is a mix between a normal mother and son and fuckbuddies. No strings attached. Fun sex whenever one of us needs it. To be there for eachother on an emotional level like a family, but on a physical level as well, but like much more than just family, like lovers. If you have something to say about this or maybe you feel the same about your mom, please feel free to message me! -- source link