I just came across this site looking to find an outlet to let out my story. My mom recently passed away, which has left me pretty down, to say the least. I have been trying to focus on positive memories of her to remember her by as opposed to just wallowing in sorrow. Among the many positive memories I have of my mother, our sexual relationship over the years was probably best.

We used to fuck. A lot. Not just fucking all the time. A lot of other play involved as well. Things changed a lot over the years and never stopped being fun.

I was a teenager when it started. We both knew my dad was cheating on her, but she was in no position to leave. She was an above average looking woman, for sure. Pretty face and nice curves on her slightly chubby frame. I was an easy target for her, and as it turned out, also very useful to her.

Once I turned maybe 25 or so, things had gotten to the point where she was very submissive to me, and it often involved some pretty rough sex. In the beginning, I was mom's plaything. But by that point, she was surely mine, and whenever I wanted.

I eventually got married and started my own family, but that didn't stop mom and I from still occasionally having fun. We had a very tight bond, but no one ever knew that side of it.