My mom I have always had the hots for my mom. She was Cuban and very hot. She was plump but with large soft breasts, a very curving frame, and an ass that made you want to stuff you face in it. Yet she was also very conservative. She had not had a man since my Dad died but she felt that it would be wrong for her to find another lover. She felt this would be disloyal. She was also very influence by her Catholic upbringing and afraid of her sexual feelings.

Yet she was very sexy and I longed for no woman but her. I know she loved me, I also think that over the years since my Dad passed away, that she may have even started to feel some sexual feelings for me yet she kept these at bay. I would try to let her know how I felt yet I knew this made her very uncomfortable and afraid if even a little excited.

By the time I was sixteen I could think of little else and I decided to a Santeria priest we knew for help. He made me a love potion. I was to give this to her over the course of a week while also making sort of medicine bag (with samples of her hair and some personal effects) which I put on a small alter that I prayed to regularly. He I also gave him a chicken that he offered to the Saint of Love.

Suprisingly this started to have an effect on my mother. She started becoming more affectionate and started to tease me with sexual innuendoes. She also started wearing more make up, started using exotic perfumes, and started wearing her clothes in a way that was more revealing. I also noticed she was starting to stare at me all the time an would blush when I caught her. When we hugged I also started to notice that her nipples were hard and if I rubbed against them I could tell she would shiver.

Her voice also started getting huskier when should talked to me. She also started to look at me like a starving person looks at a steak. This led to her starting to call me her "man". After dinner she would sometimes have a few bottles of wine and tell me how she missed my father. Later she would tell me how she missed having a man in her life and how much she needed one. She told me how lonely she was and even how much she missed sex.

She would sit next to me when she told me this. After the first few times she would hold my hands when she told me this and then tell me how good I was to her. She would say that she how much she wished she could find someone like me. One night I finally got the courage to tell her that she didn’t need to find what she already had. She told me how I didn’t understand. That what she needed was a lover. In answer to this, I kissed her. At first she didn’t stop me and I could feel her heart racing and her breathing become heavy but then with tears in her eyes she ran to her room.

I could be wrong but I thought I heard her masturbating in her room not long afterward. The next few days she tried to avoid me and she spent a lot of time in church. When I asked her about this she told me that she was having sinful thoughts lately that she needed for God to expel. One night I caught her crying and asked what was wrong and she told me that God must be punishing her. I asked her how she knew that. She said because he was tormenting her with thoughts of sin. I told her maybe he wasn’t tormenting her but instead trying to guide her. This made her cry some more and go to her room. Later that night I heard her masturbating again.

The next day she seem calmer. That night she talked to me again but this time she wanted me to share some of her wine with her. This time when she was talking I put my hand on her leg and she left it there. When she told me how much she needed someone to love her. I told her I wanted to be that man and I leaned forwarded and kissed her. This time she opened her mouth and returned my kiss with her tongue. We kissed like this for a while as if we were teenagers.

When I put my hand on her breast she shivered and tears came into her eyes. "I want you so much", she said. "I think I have fallen in love with my own son and I feel like an evil old lady". She told me how she was so horny for me that she had been asking for God’s forgiveness. Did I think this was evil or wrong? Did I hate her?

In answer I took one breasts from its confines and sucked on it till her nipple was red and swollen. I then told her that I also loved her and wanted her. I told her God must have wanted this to happen because otherwise we would both not feel the same way. I also told her I have only lusted after her since I was twelve.

She held my head in her hands then and looked me in the eyes. She told me that if I was sure, then our sin, our taboo, would bind us forever. She told me she would demand that she’d be my exclusive lover for the rest of her life. In exchange, she would be my sex slave. I had to promise her this otherwise she could not make love to me even if it destroyed her.

In response I took off my clothes an brung my cock to her face. She looked at me solemnly first, then with happiness, and then with lust. She told me that she had never sucked a cock before, because it was a sin, and then she started to lick it as if she could draw life from it. She later told me she had always found men’s cocks to be gross yet with mine she could not have enough. She sucked me for what seemed like an eternity until I came. She was going to draw away but I held her head and commanded her to "drink her son’s spunk". She did.

Then she told me to fuck her. She told me that she need of consummate our incestuous marriage. I plowed my newly stiffed cock into her as she screamed with pleasure. "Fuck you mother" she yelled. "Fuck your dirty mother/wife you naughty boy". "Make me your bitch mom." She kept talking like this and she made me call her Mom, Mommy, Mother, and other things that would reminded her who we were to each other. She would also make me talk dirty because she loved it and I found I did too.

She most have come at least four times before I blasted into her. We then lay like this until we slept. The next morning she woke up to my sucking her tits with a horny smile. She told me how she had never imagined sex could be like this. She also told me that I was now her husband and that, God forgive her, she loved me even more than my Father. She told me that we were soul mates. With this I fucked her again for hours until our sexes were to sore for more.

The next day Mom put her house on the market and we soon moved where no one knew us so that we could live like a husband and wife. We still have sex often and we still feel like newlyweds. Mom to change one rule however. She occasionally allows me to bring another woman to our bed for a threesome. To bad all boys don’t have a Mom like I do!