Taboo

Lying awake in bed at night my mind starts to wander. Although I know I shouldn't my body won't let me stop. I dream of her, the one, who makes my heart murmur; the one who awakens my inner beast. Just a mental picture of her and her firm natural breast makes my dick hard. It alerts me to its presence with a sudden shock of pain. It wants to fuck her so bad it hurts.1

I try to resist it but it commands me, so I slowly slip my hand across my skin and under the tight waistband of my boxers. My mind pictures her wearing nothing but her silky purple bra and panties. She's holding me tightly against her breasts. I caress my dick, gliding my hand slowly up and down the shaft, my grip loose. I decide these under garments a bother and slide them off my waist.2

Now with that, they have retired to the floor I can really get to work. I grip my dick as if it is my sword drawn in battle, tightly and with conviction. I imagine her touching herself, rubbing her pussy. Her panties have become soaked. She is excited just by me entering the room. She becomes rough with herself, she starts clawing at her pussy through panties, and she is pinching, twisting, and pulling at her nipples without mercy. All the time I’m watching her in my mind, stroking my dick harder and harder, faster and faster.3

I can hardly stand this. I want to become one with her so badly. I want to release my cum into her. I want her to feel it, feel how hot it is. She slides her hand into panties starts to massage the entrance to herself. She is imagining me just as I am her. I can only pray she is in her room, in her bed, right above my head doing the same. She is expressing her lust for me with masturbation as well, I know it.4

I will leave this room, fly to her side and fuck her until she begs me to stop. I will put my dick inside of her and pound her until she wakes up the entire planet with her moans of pleasure. The darkness will be our blanket and our cover as I express my undying love for her. I will show her that I will never love another by injecting her with every last drop of cum that I have.5

I tighten my grip and I can feel an orgasm coming. I want it so badly, I know if I stop and wait for another it’ll feel better but I must have it now. She must know what I want and how this will feel. It’s building. It’s building. Suddenly my dick erupts. I fling the blanket off me just in time to see my cum shooting into the air like a rocket only, to come landing down onto my chest.6

Lying in the darkness I think of how pathetic I am. My only wish is to make love to her, to love her forever with my body, to become one, to fuck her. The truth is though I can’t even tell her how I feel. I won’t tell her that every time she enters the room something inside me awakens. With the simplest touch, even embrace, a fire burns inside me. All I can do is love her when she wants it. This is all I can do for my mommy.