I had a long term sexual relationship with my mom.
I was the only child of a divorced mom. My dad was wealthy and came from a wealthy family so mo mom and I were well off. She worked, but only to supplement what we got…and honestly she didn’t need to work. We travelled a lot, especially in summer, but we also took trips on breaks. I’m autistic, so making friends was difficult at best, and girl friends were almost impossible.
I couldn’t really tell you what it was, that made our parental relationship become sexual, but it was probably a combination of her being a young and single mom, who spent probably too much time with her introverted obsessive son, and taking him all over places no one would ask the nature of our relationship.
We slept together in beds all the time, and my mother would either wear panties tee shirt to bed or a nighty. I usually only wore my underwear. As soon as I started to become obsessed with her body, wanting to see her naked, she didn’t really resist it. It didn’t take long to go from peeking at her pussy or boobs to her letting me put my fingers in her, to putting my penis inside her. Once we started having sex, it just became part of our relationship.
It wasn’t romantic, it was more “friendly intimate” like a massage, but with penis and vagina. Like giving a kid a bath, only she was having sex with me.
I almost always came inside her. Rarely did I pull out and cum somewhere else. I didnt even really know I wasn’t supposed to cum inside her. She got pregnant at lest 4 times that I knew for sure about, but she would just get an abortion as soon as she was sure she had missed her period and tested. We continued to have sex all the way up until I was 25. I had to move away for a job opportunity, and then she got cancer and passed away within a year. I miss her and I’d probably would not of had the life I do now if we didn’t have the relationship we did.