A Son's Love For His Mother Pt 3 (My Arabian Horse)
In two months time, I joined another college in Chennai, Tamil Nadu. I was an above average student. College life was amazing and I had some wonderful friends. My sex life also was great. I lost my virginity in the very first year. Though I did not talk to all the girls in the college, I had a fling with the ones I talked to. I had a playboy image throughout the three years in college. I ended up having dated 5 girlfriends. I even had a couple of encounters with mature women. Getting physical with my teacher in college, and then with my distant relative, who lived in the same city I studied in, made me feel like a champion. Mature women were my trophy. Despite all these, and opportunities for more sex, I continued to lust for my mother. My thoughts were always filled with her, and in my mind, she was always naked. Every scenario I imagined my mother in, she would be naked. Whether it was buying grocery at the supermarket, driving her car, cooking in the kitchen, or serving me food, my mother was naked in every thought of mine. I would talk to my mother every night, and most times I would be masturbating, talking to her on the phone. I would be wearing nothing when I call her, and just her voice would be enough to make my dick rock hard. I would stroke my dick as I talk to her, and cum while she was still on the line. I used to desperately wish that she noticed the change in my breath. I really wished she understood I was masturbating talking to her. I would come home whenever possible. After each visit, the bond between my mother and me was growing stronger. I started talking to her more than I ever had. She was really happy to hear everything happening in my college. I never told her anything about my sexual encounters. But I would tell her everything else, making her happy. She loved the attention I was giving her and she started seeing me as a friend she could share anything with. We would talk late until midnight, or watch a movie in the home theater or just play board games. She really enjoyed my company. We were spending a lot of time together. We were becoming really close, and I was now more a friend than a son for her. And that was exactly what I wanted her to feel about me. I wanted her to forget I am her son. I wanted to be the person she loved the most. All I wanted and dreamt of was to fuck her – strip her naked and push my dick deep inside her pussy. I slowly started being touchy with her, something I had never been my whole life. I would leave my hand on her thighs when watching TV, press the flesh around her shoulders in the context of giving her a stress buster massage, call her for a selfie and then have my hand on her hips or sometimes even lightly grab her hips, saying “Let’s pose.” And in between all this, I managed to brush my hands over her boobs multiple times, and once even pressed my thumb on her lower boob, while helping her with the dishes in the kitchen. She loved me so much. She could never think any of these were inappropriate. In her eyes, I was the best son any mother could have. “I am so proud that my son is my best friend,” my mother would tell me every day. I always wanted to tell her, “You are going to be even more proud when your very own son starts fucking you,” but I would just smile and tell her “I will always be your best friend.” My mother was a star among my friends too. She never looked her age, and nobody would believe when I tell them she is in her 40’s. My mother had come to my college a couple of times. Most of my mates, when they first saw her, thought that she was my elder sister. And when they finally believed she is really my mother, “Your mummy is fucking hot,” was what everybody had to tell me. Though they tried not to talk much about her in front of me, I would guess they were all over her deliciously curvy body. My mother was fair, she had creamy skin and the perfect body. Even my best buddies could not help but openly lust for her, and seeing their stiff pants made me even hornier. I was enjoying watching my mother being lusted for by every single guy in college. The entire hostel was talking about her that night. I acted like I knew nothing about them craving for my mother. I was sure everybody had fapped for my mother more than once that night. A normal son would have fought against the entire college that day, to protect his mother’s modesty. But I just locked myself inside my room, pulled my pants down. I stroked my dick hard imagining my mother standing naked in the middle of the college ground, as more than 500 boys run towards her to grab her and fill her holes. I wish I could fuck this Arabian horse,” I had heard one of my seniors tell the boys around, looking at my mom’s round ass. And very soon everybody was calling her the Arabian horse. I loved getting turned on hearing it. 3 years went by as I finished my college and returned home as a graduate. And just two days after I came back home, it was my birthday. My mother was very happy to have me back. And I was even more happy to have her right in front of me. I was so sexually addicted to my mother, I was convinced I had crossed that line where seeing her merely as the woman who gave birth to me, was not possible. I was at that stage of sexual ecstasy where I wanted her to be my wife. I wanted to own her. I wanted to make my mom mine. I wanted to be the one she would spread her legs for. I wanted to breed her. All throughout my lust filled life, I had not seen her naked. I had not tried to expose myself in front of her either. Even my inappropriate touches were mostly ones that could be categorized as harmless. But that was all going to change. For my birthday, I decided to gift myself, my mother. “I want to love her, I want her to know my love for her, and I want her to accept it.