Mother knows best by ukcuck
Explore the tantalizing erotic tale 'Mother Knows Best' by ukcuck, where forbidden desires and steamy encounters ignite the imagination. Delve into a captivating narrative that pushes boundaries and celebrates sensual exploration. Read now for a provocative journey of passion and intimacy!<br/>
Please I would be extremely grateful if you could leave a comment, it is the best way for me to get a feel of what people do and don’t enjoy. It is also really gratifying to read comments, just a few lines would make my day. Thanks and enjoy. , My name is David and I am a 35-year-old, overweight, balding husband to my wife Nina. I was a virgin when we got together and she is the only person I have ever slept with. I love her with every bone in my body and couldn’t imagine living my life without her. Nina is also overweight like me, but I just find that sexy and will spend many happy hours suckling at her 40D breasts or between her legs. We very rarely have sex preferring oral or masturbation, but that seems to work for us as Nina has a very low sex drive whereas I have a perverted imagination and that is what gets me off. It could be getting a blowjob with a vibe in my arse while I read extreme porn or getting wanked off with a vibe in my arse (I quite like a vibe in my arse) while Nina talks dirty to me.
My fantasies are varied and can be as extreme as they come, to my mind they are just fantasies that I never want to actually happen so they can be unrealistic or just plain wrong. Be they incest, bestiality, bdsm, lactation or piss, they can get my mind to that place where I like it to be when I cum.
As I said my wife is my world but she doesn’t have a kinky bone in her body, but she does her best to keep me satisfied. But of course, I always want more, I want her to tie me up, whip me, smother me as she sits on my face. I like her to lock me in chastity, while she pegs my arse with a huge black dildo and talks about me being forced to suck milk from her sister’s small tits.
But it is never enough, and if I am honest, whatever she did would never be enough for my perverted brain. It doesn’t even matter if I don’t get to actually cum every time, as long as we have that perverted intimacy as often as possible.
Earlier this year I had a bit of a rough time during Covid where with all the time on my hands I began to worry how long I had left on this earth and what I wanted from the rest of my life. Most of my thoughts were of places I wanted to visit, things I wanted to do but part of my thoughts lingered on the dirtier side of things I wanted to experience.
I couldn’t entertain the idea of cheating on Nina, to experience some of the things that she wouldn’t do or talk to me about. So, I found myself in quite a dark place where I wanted to do perverted things before I popped my clogs, and no chance of it happening. This all lead me to have a bit of a breakdown, nothing major but where it was affecting my state of my mind on daily basis.
My mum lived just down the road and I would often pop in for a cuppa while walking the dog or on my way home from work and she noticed that my happiness was taking a dip, and during a cuppa she asked me if I was alright. I insisted that I was ok, but I could tell she wasn’t convinced. A few weeks later my wife was away with her work and the children were staying with friends enjoying their new found post-lockdown freedom leaving me alone with my life frustrations on a Saturday night. Mum suggested that we spend the evening together with a takeaway and a few bottles of wine, not quite the evening I had planned with my phone and my dick, but I didn’t feel I could say no.
We started with a few large G&T’s before dinner arrived and we sat and chatted while we watched telly about nothing of consequence. After eating our meal with a bottle wine shared between us, I felt more relaxed and she again asked me what was wrong. I admitted that I felt lack that me and Nina were lacking in the intimacy department, and she assured me that many couples go through this.
“Oh it’s not that, it just that I have some different things I like the idea of that Nina doesn’t”
Mum tried to get me to talk about them, but I said that I could never say that out loud to her, so she convinced me to text them to her, no details just one or two words so that I could unburden myself. I wasn’t sure, but Mum convinced me to think about it. We spent the next hour drinking more wine before she left for home, she suggested I write her text and then decide whether to send it.
I continued drinking after she left and did as I promised and began composing a list of my fantasies, it was so humiliating to be writing it but that just turned me on more. I decided that I wouldn’t actually send it, so really went to town giving not just a list of fantasies but details. I said that I enjoyed wearing panties under my jeans, and fantasied that someone found out and blackmailed me to send them photo’s. That I had thought about buying a chastity belt and fantasied about being to be forced to wear it while I was fucked in the arse with a strap on dildo and that that person would also tie me up and whip me.
The more I drank the dirtier the text became, and the fact that with just one press it would be sent to my Mum. I even hovered over the send button a few times tricking my brain that I could just press it and then it would too late. By now I was rampantly horny, and I discovered that humiliation was what got me off most that, and submission. It actually helped writing it all down, as if I was confessing it to Mum and thought I might try and find some wank buddy online who I could unburden to and that if I could that may be the answer to my problems. That was when disaster struck, while filling my glass with the last of the wine, I knocked the glass and it all spilled over my phone. I grabbed my phone quickly not wanting the liquid to damage it while I mopped it with a paper towel. I was relieved to see that the phone seemed to have survived, but my relief was short-lived when I saw a notification on it saying “Message sent”.
Before I passed out in my bed, I looked once more at my phone hoping that it had all been a bad dream, however it showed a text from Mum “Thanks for trusting me”.
While I was at work a few days later I got a text from Mum saying “pop in for a cuppa on your way home”. I knew that I would have to face sooner or later so I thought that I might as well get it over with.
As Mum let me in, she hugged me like she would normally and put the kettle on as we made small talk about work and the like. Tea made, we headed into the front room and both sat down.
“So, now we talk” she said “First of all, thank you for trusting me, I can only imagine what it took for you to send it” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I only sent by mistake. “Kinky little bugger, aren’t you!” Mum said trying to break the tension.
“If I understand you correctly, these are all thing that you want to try but Nina doesn’t; am I right?” I nodded not trusting myself to speak.
“You don’t want to cheat on her, and that’s the man I brought you up to be. So here is what I propose, we explore them together.” I was now truly speechless “now I’m not saying we can physically do everything on your list, after all I am your mother. But we can at least talk about all these things, I know it will be hard on us both” the pun not lost on either of us “This bottling up of your feelings is harming your health and your happiness, so we have to try something. Will you allow me to do this for you?” I took a long breath; I wasn’t able to look her in the eye but I nodded in agreement.