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Mommy cucked me - true confession

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I've posted a lot of 'mommy fantasy' stories on this forum. Most of them are simply that, fantasies. But they are all somewhat based on my true life experiences.

It's true that my mom fucked other men, often in front of my dad (or at least he was in the same house). Even at an early age, I found that alone to be a huge turn-on, and it obviously left a life long impression on me. It's also true that from about age 9 (believe it or not), til around high school age, I was sexually attracted to her - to be even more blunt, I jacked off to her.

At that time (and we're talking around the mid 70's), my mom was hotter than any mom should be. I attached a picture of the porn star Sophie Dee (below), because she reminds me a lot of what my mom looked like back then. Long strawberry blonde hair, and beautiful curves and big tits. So anyone who would accuse me of being 'sick' I ask you, can you blame me?

My dad was more conservative, but my mom, especially in those days, had a very care free attitude toward sex. She was flirtatious with men. She wore provacative clothing. I saw her nude probably more than most young boys see their moms nude.

Early on, my parents made an attempt to shield me from their 'cuckold' life style, but you know kids, they can be crafty when they want to be, and I was no different. I had a strictly enforced bedtime, and when mommy's lovers came over they often arrived very late. But I would often just lie in my bed waiting for the three of them (my mom, her lover and my dad) to come upstairs. I could tell they tried to be quiet. Everything was silent for a few minutes, then I'd hear those bed springs start squeaking and my mom moaning. My dick always got rock hard listening to that. And although I couldn't explain it at the time, it was a turn on to know that she was with another man in front of my dad.

A few years later my parent's marriage soured. It's true, my dad started sleeping in a guest bedroom downstairs on a full-time basis and lost his 'viewing' privileges. When my mom's boyfriends came over he would cower and shrink. He started drinking heavily. As for being a cuckold, I think what was once a playful thing turned into something more dark and tortured. My mom wasn't a typical mom in any way (if you haven't already guessed that), and she just became more domineering and cruel toward him.

As for me, I was about 15 or 16 and my sex drive was full throttle. I could jack off 10 times a day back then, and my lust for my mom only grew stronger. I remember finding polaroid pictures of my mom posing nude. True. I don't know who took them, but I honestly believe that my mom left them for me to find. And yes, I masturbated to them. I felt a wall of guilt immediately after I came, but even though the guilt was predictable, I couldn't stop.

It was also around this age that my mom started treating me different. I was becoming a young man (a young man who secretly wanted to fuck her), and there was a palpable sexual tension between us.

In fact, my 'sex talk', you know the one, where fathers awkwardly explain 'the birds and the bees' to their sons, was actually conducted by my mom and her boyfriend. I remember it vividly. The three of us were on the couch in the living room, my dad had gone to bed. I expressed to them that I was troubled, because I was still a virgin. My moms boyfriend did most of the talking and even had my mom strip in front of me to show me what boobies and a pussy looked like. I knew what they looked like, it was just a cheap excuse for them to tease me while indulging in a little foreplay. My mom's boyfriend concluded that 'talk' by saying that he was getting to turned on to continue. They were just about to fuck when my mom noticed the tent pole growing in my crotch area and said the one thing that I believe solidified my future as a cuckold - "You wanna watch?"

Hidden underneath that invitation was an insinuation that I would get to do more than just watch. Mommy was willing to let me fuck her that night. And even though the idea of me and my mom's boyfriend double teaming her while my dad was down the hall in his bed jerking off turns me on to this day, I declined. It was the right thing to do, but God has it been the fuel for many intense jerk off fantasies of my own for many years.

So all this, weird and strange though it may be is true. These events have manifested into fantasy stories that I share on this forum, but that's the truth in how it all began. I've gone through most of my life a little ashamed, but sharing these stories with you has really helped and I sincerely hope that people here have enjoyed them and found them erotic. Those of you who like this kind of material, send me a private message and we'll talk. Let me know if you're into this too and I'll keep writing fantasies. Thanks for reading.

By the way, to my knowledge my mom never fucked black guys, I truly don't know where I picked up that obsession, but I love it too.

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I too come from a cuckold household. While I never had any sexual desires for my mother I did often jerk off whenever I heard my mother and father having sex. My mother and father did thier best to shield me from thier choice of lifestyle but nevertheless I still found out.

One night, for whatever reason I was unable to sleep and was just laying in bed when I heard a car pull into our driveway. I looked at the clock and it was just after 11pm. There was no reason for anyone to be in our driveway at that hour so like all curious kids I peeked through the curtains and saw a man getting out of a nice looking car. Then I saw my mother and father walking out to greet the man and I was taken aback when I saw my mother throw her arms around the man and kiss him. I watched them standing in front of his car making out for a good minute until the man turned his attention to my father and went to shake his hand.

At the time I didn't know what to think except that I couldn't understand why dad would shake this guy's hand instead of punching him in the face. I crawled back into bed confused wondering if my parents were getting divorced or something. I was afraid to come out of my room and eventually fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning I was expecting my mother and father to be fighting but instead I saw them very affectionate.

Over the next few weeks I saw the same car comming by. One one occassion I saw the same car pulling out of the driveway just as I was getting off the school bus and on another occassion I remember mom came home very late, after midnite late. All my father would say was that mom had to work late and I had to go to bed. I hadn't yet fallen asleep when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I got up and peaked out the window and saw my mother get out of the same car and I watched as my father went out to greet her with a bouquet of roses. The man in the car got out to shake my father's hand and then took my mother's face in his hand and kissed her goodbye.

That night I heard my mother and father going at it all night.
 
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Saraha said:
Amazing story, write more please.

Sure Saraha.

Writing this is very cathartic, surprisingly more so than writing a fictionalized, embellished version. And as I read back over my post, more details surface.

Like when I mentioned the 'early years', lying in bed, staying awake until the late hours of the night waiting for my mom, dad and her boyfriend to come upstairs. To this day, the sounds of bed springs squeaking (when people fuck), is a huge trigger for me, because that was often the first thing I'd hear when my mom was next door fucking. After they filed into the bedroom and shut the door, I would lay there, butterflies in my stomach. The anticipation was agonizing. An impatient narrative swirled in my mind. "What's happening? Why are they so quiet? Are they even going to do it? Come on!" My little heart would beat so hard. Some nights it seemed to take forever. But then it would start, barely audible. In fact, I would often think I was just hearing things at first, but soon that little squeak that I feared I'd only imaged, grew louder and louder.

"Oh yeah." I thought. That was usually accompanied by exuberant rush, as I flipped over on my stomach. Back then, I preferred to masturbate by rubbing my dick against the mattress. To me, it was more like having real sex. I would start pounding away at that mattress to the same rhythm as mom and her boyfriend.

As the rhythm increased, came the sweet sounds my mom's moans. They too were soft and hushed at first, but grew louder. In fact, what ever efforts the 'grown ups' made earlier to be quiet and discrete would later be completely betrayed once my mom worked her way up into a breathless 'fuck frenzy'.

So stop for a second. Take in this scene. Move over it slowly from a bird's eye view. It's 2 am. A scandalously hot mommy is bouncing away on her lover's cock who is fucking her so hard that she can barely contain herself. Her cuckold husband sitting just inches away in a chair beside the bed, bitterly stroking his cock. And directly across the hall, their 12 year old son is in the dark, on his bed, grasping his pillow and thrusting his dick against the mattress knowing full well of the devious deeds going on inside his parent's bedroom. It felt like partying with the devil and it was deliciously wicked.

And it wasn't just about the sex, as you know. It was the depravity of it all that I truly relished. The fact that mommy delighted in tormenting my dad with stinging insults, demeaning nicknames, public humiliation and fucking other men in front of him. And if all that wasn't enough, his own son delighted in it too.

"Yeah daddy, you like watching mommy get fucked? It sounds so hot, I bet he's fucking her good too. I am over here listening and jerking off, daddy. Goddamn it gets me so horny. I want to fuck her in front of you too." These are the thoughts I'd have just before ejaculating. I tried to time my orgasm with my mom and boyfriend, but wasn't always success. Normally I'd finish before they did and just lay there on a puddle of my sticky goo, feeling exhausted and ashamed. I'd fall asleep.

The next morning, my mom's boyfriend was gone. All evidence of the torrid incident removed. The night before would be almost like just a dream. Just another 'normal' family.
 
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It suggests very strongly that cuckolding was "alive and well" 50 years ago, and modern cuckolding is a "watered down version" and no longer providing the same intensity of pleasure now that it is openly discussed and no longer "taboo".

How many cuckold husbands today, welcome their wife home with a bunch of roses and shakes the hand of the Bull who is returning the wife to her home?

Hubby even watches the goodbye kiss - and then goes up stairs with her to get his reward, the creampie and to hold her tenderly in his arms and to stick his own dick in her and stir the bull's porridge, so it is a toss of a coin who gets her pregnant.

11pm and the bull hops into bed and does not go home until his juice is all sown in her garden.
 
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very nice stories...
 
yess, very hot stories......