
I love my mother ravenously and do not regret the sexual component to our relationship for a minute. She is everything to me. She loved me since before I was born simply for being me and loved me on her dying day. I strive to respect her memory the way it feels I should. For instance, I have not been with another woman in the ten years since her death. She owns me still. Heart, mind, body, and soul. Read over the coming months for details. I am her sissy. My desires, my whole life, existed to suit her vanity so she could grant them, deny them, manipulate me with them, or be pleased by them. I only want things from life to suit my mommy. Including dick. Including the singularly sublime experience of cumming in her vagina that scares me so, so much.
I would always go limp at the sight of it. Her mouth was loving and she believed that any good mother would suck her son’s dick when he wanted it, but her pussy scared me. I rarely felt any pleasure when I orgasmed. Just duty after a few years. I explained it to myself that she had made me a dick for a reason, a reason she told herself and me when she was pregnant. And I was making that reason come true by fucking her, and by feeding her pussy what was left of my cored soul to keep me fused to the walls of her womb.


My soul was hers. I didn’t know my mind, heart, and body were until after her death. Certainly it was her penis I played with when she lay her head on my arm and we kissed and I talked of what it meant to love her and how my dick only belonged in her pussy, which never elicited a reaction, now that I think of it.
She was the first woman to take my ass, teaching me what it meant to truly be hers, breaking the chains that held the most inner, secret me, and claiming what was already hers — I had known that for years and years. So, if she wanted my soul back, it was only natural that I give it to her. It was my duty to do as she wanted as her mindless cunt slave. And after orgasm, for a few divine seconds, everything I had ever wanted, everything I did want, and everything I could ever want was given to me.


Sublime describes only one thing in this life. Cumming in your mommy’s pussy, the only place my dick belongs. That’s just one of many things she taught me. Mommy absolutely loved my dick. Sans dirty talk, she was the mother from the boys stories and I was the boy from the mother stories. I couldn’t even get all the way inside her before she came, more often than not, her heavenly pussy slurping and welcoming her dick home.
I was a fool, in truth, to think I could indulge in the single most beautiful, loving, and greatest joy and pleasure available to any son and not be changed forever by it, I’ll likely end my days being taken by men I don’t allow to get me off to come home and lie in bed, play with myself, and recount every detail of what happened and how I felt to an invisible Mommy. If I needed more of a sex life, and I know I don’t, she would have left me one.
