u/Swimming_Courage_314

DISCLAIMER: Obviously this post contains stuff about piss. If you don't like that, just ignore this post. M21/F52.

My curiosity with my mom's piss started back when incestuous stuff first began with my mom, although I won't go into much detail here.

When I first started talking to her again about our past, and how it affected me, and how I still craved sexual proximity to her, we began talking about what we used to do, and I brought up piss, and how I liked it. She knew I did, and she let me know that it was a bit weird to her, but she didn't dislike it. At this stage she was still at home and we mostly called and texted. We talked about how we wanted things to happen and what we wanted to do, and I brought up piss again. She told me she'd think about it, and we left it at that. About two days later, she sent me a video of her pissing in a jar, and she asked me (on video), if I wanted to drink from the jar. Immediately I replied yes.

We also talked about my exes and previous relationships, and if I did piss-stuff with others, and we talked about my experiences with others. She seems kinda into it, and she said she masturbated once to the thought of me being pissed on by my ex.

Once she came here, we mostly did vanilla stuff before ramping up the kinky sex. We've done piss-play only a few times.

1. Jar of piss. I woke up late one morning after a long night of assignments, and after I finished breakfast, my mom came out of the kitchen with a jar of yellow liquid and placed it in front of me. Eye contact with her the whole time I drank.

2. She was riding me once as I sat on the bed. I was rubbing her clit as she rode me, and she said the stimulation and her full bladder together made her need to pee. I told her to release as she rode me, and she drenched my v-line and abdomen with her urine.

3. This morning, as she was brushing her teeth, I ate her out in the bathroom. As she came, she pissed on my face as well.

Over the last month, I got to see a side of my mother almost no son ever sees, as a woman, as a lover. And those who my backstory would know, for me, a lot of this was born out of trauma from my past. I don't regret any of this, and I don't hold anything against my mother for what happened, but I always saw her as my mother fundamentally; the sex was more of a trauma response than anything.

For my mother, it was different. I can't go into much detail of how she felt when things first started, but she told me that she basically saw me as a lover. Her past with men is really bad, and after my father left us, she was suffering from postpartum depression and generally was not in a bad shape. Add to that financial troubles and a drinking habit, and she was a shell of a woman. In her mind, she almost lost all desire to be a mother, both because she felt like she was incapable, and because she lost the will to raise a child. When the weirdly sexual stuff started, she felt scared, ashamed, but a part of her loved it. I won't go into the details on this post.

A few months ago, when I told her about how my past with her affected me, and my lingering trauma and desire for closure, a chance to fulfil my fucked up wishes and to be in a sexual relationship with her, she said she felt elated; for the first time in years, she felt wanted, she felt like a woman, not just someone thrown away. She says being my lover has made her the happiest she's been in years, and in her mind, she already sees me as a lover now, and less as a son. Obviously there still are maternal moments, but I could see a change in her.

My main disposition was that a part of me still craves being a normal member of society, and for that, we've reached a sort of compromise for now. After I graduate university, I will be her lover and be with no one else. We'll see how things work out.

M21/F52. Haven't updated in a while, I was away on a work trip for a research project.

I've been thinking about my situation with my mom while I was gone; I've said before that my history with my mom is complicated, and my desire to have an incestuous relationship with her is one that's somewhat born out of trauma.

My mom and I have been talking for the last week or so, and she told me something that puts me in a bit of tough spot.

She does see me as a son, but she's more comfortable with me as a partner than a son. I've privately told some folks before that my mom and I have a bit of a fucked up past, and while I have no grudges against my mother for anything, she wasn't necessarily the best mother, she had many flaws. She says that while she never hated me, she did have a tough time with me, and she's enjoying being my partner a lot more than she enjoys being my mom; if I'm ok with it, she's asking if there's anyway she can be closer to me (geographically), and become a full-time partner.

I do have a history of dating older women (outside of my mother), and it's not like I don't enjoy the physicality of the relationship, but it is a bit thought-provoking to see her inner thoughts, and how she views me.

I'm a bit torn, because I do want to live a more "normal" life, but a part of me does enjoy this, and wishes I could just take the leap of faith and view my mother as a partner more than family, the way she feels about me.

This is especially a question for the mothers on here, is this a common feeling? Is there a bleed between the two sides, the filial and the sexual side?

M21/F52

For the past few days, my mom has been inquiring more about my previous relationships and how my past with her had affected my romantic and sexual history. My mom and I have developed an incestuous relationship, and a lot of it was due to underlying trauma from my past. My mom kinda enjoyed hearing about how she influenced and honestly, fucked up my ability to form relationships with women. I told her about my history of being with older women, and she seemed to enjoy hearing about it. She told me she'd been masturbating to my relationship past recently, she enjoyed hearing about how she kinda messed me up.

She had her 52nd birthday yesterday, and she told me she arranged a threesome for me with this couple she met on a fetish dating site, M37 and F50. I'm bisexual, so I didn't have any issue with a threesome. For the sake of word-count and the rules of this subreddit, I won't be describing a lot of the stuff that happened with the couple in the post.

My mom mostly sat on the couch in the room as she watched me fucked the couple. About half an hour, she joined in; the couple knew her as my sugar mommy, they don't know we're mother and son. My mom ate my semen out of the woman's pussy, and she asked me and the guy to eiffel tower her, with him fucking her face. After I fucked her, she made the guy eat her out as I fucked him. It ended with me and my mom eating out the woman as the man jerked off, me eating the woman's ass, and my mom eating her pussy.

M21/F52

My mom turned 52 today, and she wanted to celebrate in a bit of a peculiar way. Some of you may know that I'm bi, and my mom has been taking an interest in my dating history recently, asking me about my exes, my previous partners, and what I like in bed.

For her birthday, obviously she wanted to start off with sex, but she told me she had a fantasy she wanted to fulfil, she wanted to see me with other people as she masturbated.

I guess I'm lucky in saying I'm not wholly new to this, my ex also liked arranging threesomes and she liked seeing me with people, women and men. Due to my past with my mom, my relationships with women have been, turbulent, to say the least, and she felt kinda intrigued by that, especially how I grew up to love older women. She kinda looked happy at hearing about how she fucked me up, damn 😭.

My mom got on some fetish sites, and she arranged a hookup for me and a couple she met there; she introduced me as her sugar baby, and she wanted to watch as I fucked the couple. She said she wanted to see my fucked up self in action.

They're gonna come over this evening, it's a dude in his 30s and a woman in her 50s. I'll keep you guys posted.

Starting hitting the gym and getting back on the cut again after weeks of taking a break due to stats, electromagnetism, and numerical analysis. Went hard in the gym yesterday, my back and core were genuinely killing me this morning.

My mom is also draining me; she's finally enjoying being sexual after decades of repressing herself, and I love that for her, but damn if it isn't tiring at times 😭. We're in a bit of a free-use situation as well; most of the time I spend studying is on campus, and I generally am outside for most of the day, either socialising, studying, in class, or just walking around. SO when I am home, I'm usually free. As a result, my mom and I have a free-use situation, she can use me whenever she wants, unless I explicitly say now (we have a safe word).

The academic grind, re-starting my workouts, and the daily sex multiple times had me fucking exhausted today. Steak too juicy, lobster too buttery, I get that. but damn.

So this morning, I told my mom I couldn't fucking make it to class, I was genuinely sore as hell, I couldn't even straighten my back. So after lunch, after I attended my online lectures, I went to take a nap. My mom came to bed with me, and she sat on the bed, with my body between her legs. She asked me to eat her out, slowly and softly, as she massaged my back, shoulders, and neck with a muscle recovery balm. It wan intense, she rubbed deep into my sore spots, and it just heightened my libido.

After my back was done, she asked me to turn over. I felt kinda bad for not being able to make her finish, but she said it was all good. She slowly sat on my face, not full weight, as she slowly rubbed and massaged my abdomen and core muscles, shit was so good I could barely eat her out, I was just whimpering under her.

Couldn't make her finish today, but she said she was fine with it, and I was too tired to complain today.

M21/F51

My Mom has been getting more and more into femdom and free-use (mostly me being the one to be used) lately, and she's been having what she calls a "late sexual awakening".

This morning, I woke up with her straddling my face, as usual. She got up after cumming on my face, and she told me she wanted to try something. She had bought a pair of handcuffs a few days earlier, and she wanted to use them on me. She handcuffed me to the bed, and she tied my legs to the bed as well. And then she told me she wanted to try and "push me to just before the breaking point" today. I was nervous, but I was incredibly turned on as well.

She put her panties on my face as a mask, and told me to keep my eyes closed, or she'd leave me tied up for the whole day. I swallowed in anticipation and obeyed her. She first brought out a thin metal rod, and she stroked my dick with her spit to get me hard. After a few strokes, I was rock hard, and she slowly inserted the tip of the metal rod into my dick. It hurt a lot, but she was slow and careful. She licked my tip and leaked some of her saliva into my urethra slowly, and lubricated the rod with her saliva. It took a while, about an hour, but I was slowly getting used to the sounding. After about an hour, the rod was fully inside, it was like a weird dichotomy between discomfort and pleasure. Like you're cumming, but there'd something in the way stopping you from releasing.

I breathed hard, my mind melting a little bit. Mom then brought out a cock ring, and she slowly put it on my cock, all the way to the base. I moaned and whimpered like a mess, feeling weak. She lightly bit my nipples as she crawled up over me, and we kissed. I couldn't even speak properly, my mind was too fragile. She rode for what felt like hours, because I was constantly on the verge of cumming, but I just couldn't.

When she finally took the ring off and the rod out, she planted her feet on my face and sank down on my cock, and I came harder than I ever had.

M21/F51. Part 1.

Mom and I went out tonight for a date. We went out for a nice dinner in a nice French place downtown, and we walked around a bit, enjoying our date. We did get a few confused looks, since we looked like mom and son, but we acted like lovers (we're both, but obviously that's frowned upon out in the open).

We went to a bookstore after dinner, since we both love reading, and I love bookstore dates. We met another couple in the physics and maths section, and we chatted for a while. The dude and I talked about our interests in math, and my Mom and the guy's partner talked. My mom introduced me as her sugar baby, and I swear I popped a boner right in the middle of the store, I could feel my heart beat almost right out of my chest. It was so fucking hot.

The other couple definitely looked a bit surprised, but not weirded out. As we left the store, I turned around and kissed my Mom, stars in my eyes. As we walked, she told me that the next time I was in class, she would ask me for a nude, and if I went to the bathroom and sent her one, she'd give me an allowance, to really make the sugar mommy vibes set in. It was like all the blood from my brain was rushing to my dick, I couldn't speak straight 🥴.

It's not even technically the first time I had a sugar mommy. When I first moved out at 18, my landlady made me eat her out for half-off on rent whenever I couldn't pay (we actually met on a dating app first, which is why this happened). Needless to say, I think I'm way too attracted to older women use me for their sexual benefit for my financial gain.

M21/F51 Part 1. Woke up late this morning, with a bit of a headache. Downed a bottle and a half of wine ad 5 shots of vodka last night. My mom fucked me, rode my face and dick, I just feel bad that I can't remember it.

Greeted my mom in the kitchen after brushing my teeth and found my mom there, cooking. I usually rush out to my university in the mornings to study, but now that I wasn't as stressed due to exams, I decided to enjoy the morning at home. She was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, and she was frying some sausages. Without a word I kneeled behind her, yanked her pants down, and started eating her pussy from beneath her. My mouth explored her crotch, my lips suckled on her clit, my tongue fucked the hole I came into this world from. She grabbed my head and pushed me deeper in, leaning over the counter. Her moans reverberated through her thighs into my ears, her hairy flesh tickling my nose. I rubbed my face in her taint as I ate her out, drinking in my first meal of the day, gulping down her juices as they flowed down her legs and my face. I stood up ad she turned around to kiss me, making out with me, and then swatting me for disturbing her. I gave her a half-assed apology and a cheeky grin before she turned back around to keep cooking.

Of course, I promptly began to fuck her. I pulled my pants down and entered her from behind, bending her over the counter. She turned off the stove and pushed the pans away, before she turned around to face me. I picked her up and sat her on the counter and I fucked her. She choked and slapped me lightly as I thrusted into her, grunting into her ears. My mom's moaning pushed me over the edge as I came, filling her up with my semen, my seed staining the same canal I was birthed from.

Got an 89 on my Numerical Analysis exam, so to celebrate, I bought two bottles of wine. I'm a heavy drinker, so Imma down one of those bad boys tonight.

My mom will be celebrating with me to commemorate another semester completed. Hoping to have a great time, she'll try choking me in bed tonight 😛.

I know this is a short post, but I'll keep updating here. I'm just kinda buzzing with excitement, so I wanted to let y'all know (I mean I can't really tell anyone else can I)?

EDIT: Downed a bottle in 24 minutes at most, does wine give you whiskey duck?

EDIT: Folks I lowkey don’t remember much. It was mind blowing sex for sure, I never got why people liked choking, but now I do. Mom sat on my face first, as I ate her out; then we made out as she sank down onto me, her hands around my neck.

M21/F51

My mom and I have a history with incest, but for the most part, it was always me taking initiative. I get why, given my age and how taboo it all is. But this had been one of my grievances with her, and I told her that I wanted to try being the passive partner for a while. She did already start, she woke me up by sitting on my face, but I wanted more. If you want more backstory behind her trouble with taking initiative, ask me.

I came home this evening after university, and I was tired and hungry. I saw my mother cook in the kitchen, and I went behind and hugged her, kissing her neck. We made out for a while, and she told me to go wash up and be ready for dinner. Dinner was normal, with us trying to be more like a couple than mother and son, as per our arrangement. After dinner, I was tired, so I told her I'd go to bed early, since I got barely any sleep last night. About half an hour after I fell asleep, I felt a tightening around my dick, my mom tied my hands to the backboard, massaged and rubbed my dick till I got hard took some rubber bands and wrapped them around my cock, and put a condom on. She slowly sank down on me, and told me to hold back from cumming, or she'll leave my cock all night. I swallowed, fear and excitement consuming me. She had her feet on my face as she slowly began riding me, pleasure and pain mixing together. It was both agonising and breathtaking, and I was moaning and whimpering into her feet within a few minutes.

She rode me for almost half an hour, till I was pretty much a whimpering, teared up mess, begging her to let me cum. She finally got off, took the rubber bands off, and sat on my face, making me eat her ass to completion as she sucked me off. I came pretty much as soon as her lips took me in. 10/10 would do again 🥴.

M21/F51 Part 1 Part 2

Woke up this morning to a strange feeling, my mattress was warping in weird ways. I heard my mom’s voice call me, and after a minute of taking my time to drowsily wake up, I see her standing above me, naked.

She slowly sits down on my face, smothering me with her pussy; my hands grab her thighs as I begin eating her out, my tongue and lips worshipping her clit, and the same hole I came out from two decades ago. It doesn’t take long for her to cum, within about 10 minutes she releases a gush of fluids, flooding me from my hair to my chest. She grabs onto my hair and rocks herself on my face for a second, before getting up. I catch my breath, before she sits back down for round 2.

She turns the other way this time, and she shifts so her ass is on my mouth, I begin eating her ass, her full weight on me as she begins to rub my dick with her feet. I service her hairy hole as she gives me a footjob, wringing my dick with her toes.

I cum first this time, whimpering into my mom’s ass as I cum, coating her feet with my semen. She cums about a minute or two later, her juices flowing down my neck and chest.

I can definitely live with this kinda breakfast.

Part 1 Part 2 M21/F51. I told my mom about how I felt, and I asked her to genuinely bear with me and understand where I was coming from.

Incestuous affairs started with my mom when I was young, and so I never associated sexuality to what we used to do, because it was never something I thought about when she and I did our stuff. So for me, finally re-kindling incest with her was more out of a desire to get closure and fulfil my wishes of the past. I still want to have a normal life, despite it all, incest isn't a fantasy for me, it's more a reality that I've accepted has happened, and that kinda haunts me. For my mom, it's different. Her relationship and social history is pathetically sad, and apart from her sisters, she has no one in her life to help her. It's really always been me, and for her, incest now is more of an emotional support mechanism. I get that, and she does feel hurt knowing that I don't want to be more openly loving with her.

She's visiting me where I live now for a few months, she'll be back home soon. To make her happy, we've come to an arrangement that while she's here, we'll 'date', and be 'lovers'. Once she's home, we end the fling, but if she ever needs me for any kind of sexual or intimate gratification while I'm at home for a short break from university (and if I'm single), we can work something out. It's still daunting. Incest for many is a fantasy, but it's harrowing to actually live it, it messes up your mind. But I get where my mom's coming from, and she needs someone, and I'm happy to oblige for a short while. I guess for the next two months, I'm her boyfriend ;).

M21/F51. Part 1. If you want the backstory, ask me.

For me, incest wasn't necessarily sexual. Here's what I mean; a lot of the things that happened with my mom in the past was before I my sense of sexuality developed. It was a weird time in our lives; I don't regret that it happened, I just don't see my mother as a lover.

She'll be staying with me for a few months before she flies back home, and for me, this is a chance to get closure, to fulfil the desires of me from the past, and leave it all behind. It's why I like eating her ass or worshiping her feet, but I don't like fucking her as much. It's not that I don't like it, it's still hot, but I don't want to take my mother on as a lover.

I think she's a bit different though, I think our past worked out for her because she was incredibly lonely, now that I'm older and more mature, she may take this arrangement as an opportunity to make our relationship more "official", to be more openly sexual. Again, I don't hate the sex, or the making out. But it's not my goal.

Like, I woke up this morning, and the first thing I did was eat her ass, she enjoyed it of course. She tried to get me to fuck her, and while I did, I didn't enjoy it as much. She looked a bit offended at my lack of enjoyment, and she asked me if there was something wrong with her. I didn't want an argument first thing in the morning, so I just walked away.

I want a normal life, this is mostly for closure and wish fulfilment from the past. I think my mom wants a more serious, openly sexual and maybe even romantic relationship. Call it a steak too juicy type of situation, but this is the truth.

It’s worse because my mom has historically had shit luck with men. Like, laughably bad luck; when I mention my side of things to her, she feels hurt, like I’m using her for sex and leaving her alone otherwise. I don’t want to hurt her, but she’s definitely not taking it well at all.

Is there a way there can be compromise? I don't think it's possible, but any help is welcome.

M21/F51. I deleted my previous account, I'm back now guys. I'm the son who made the posts about my past with licking my mom's feet, and she sent me a video of her pissing in a jar. If you want info, I'd be happy to let you guys know. No pics or identifying details though, as usual.

So she came to visit me in the city I live in now. It had been a month since we began chatting about our past, and where we would like things to come to now. I picked her up from the airport, and it was magical. We obviously looked like mother and son, but we both knew the vibes weren't the same, not exactly. I helped her put her stuff in the car, and we went to my place. I helped her settle in for her stay, and she showered, and I made dinner. Dinner was simple, but I tried making it romantic. I put on a nice outfit, casual, but I wanted to show I meant business. Mood lighting, music, everything. My mom enjoyed dinner, and we chatted, talking about our past, and I let her know that I wanted to give this fling a shot, so we could find closure. She seemed a bit hurt at me calling whatever have a fling, but we both agreed to give it a try.

I was nervous as fuck when we finished dinner. We sat on the couch to watch a movie, and I slowly tried turning up the heat. I rubbed and massaged her feet, and I licked and kissed her feet a few times. Eventually, she turned away from the movie, and she laid on the couch, and I kneeled on the floor, and I ate her out. For the sake of word count, I won't describe in detail how it went, but it was magical. I managed to get her to cum after about 10 minutes, and I kept going to give her one more orgasm.

I fucked her right after. She's at the age where she can't even get pregnant, so we fucked raw. It was like something clicked, it felt complete. It felt wrong, but it felt right. I'm not gonna lie, I came quick. We went on for three rounds. I still can't believe this happened. It all happened last night, and it feels so surreal.