I abused my mother by using anxiety medications
Hello everyone! I’m a very average guy, 5’6″ tall and weighing around 170 pounds. I’m currently 33 years old.
About two and a half years ago or something like that, I lost my job and because of that my partner at the time left me and since I was renting a house and having lost my job, I had no option but to return to my parents’ house (Father and Mother) since I couldn’t afford to pay the rent on my own for the place that had been my home until then.
My parents are not that old, since I think my father is currently about 55 years old , my mother is a little younger than my father, since she is about 6 years older than him, since my mother is 49 years old, that’s what I think.
What I’m going to tell you next is something I did without being fully aware of the consequences, nor of who I did it with, and even less of being able to repair what happened .
Living under the same roof as my parents, I knew I had to respect some very strict minimum rules whether I liked it or not, whether I agreed with the strict rules imposed by my father or not, and we all had to follow them. Even my mother had to follow them.
But when my dad went to work or was absent for work, both my mother and I did not follow the rules that dad imposed on us so strictly.
One night, knowing my dad was away for work and wouldn’t be home for at least 15 days, I took advantage of the fact that he wouldn’t find out, so I went out partying all night (drinking, taking the occasional drug, and enjoying the night).
When I got home, it was already dawn, and as is my usual habit, I usually take a shower before going to bed to get rid of the bad odor and because I feel so relaxed afterward. I had already undressed in my bedroom to head to the bathroom and shower.
My surprise was that as soon as I opened the bathroom door I was paralyzed by the realization that my mother was taking a shower, without me intending it or knowing that she was in the bathroom.
Without her noticing my presence, I watched her in absolute silence as she soaped her entire body. While I was watching her, I began to feel my cock getting erect and very hard. She only realized I was there and that I was watching her. While she covered her private parts with her hands, she told me to leave and wait until she was finished so I could go into the bathroom.
I apologized, telling her to forgive me since I didn’t know she was in the shower and that I thought she was still asleep. I went straight to my room to put on a pair of shorts so I wouldn’t be naked. But even though I’d spent over an hour trying in every possible way and form to imagine myself in the shower next to her, soaping her entire beautiful body, I also started imagining myself fucking her in the shower and making her moan with pleasure.
Since I was still very horny and aroused, even though more than an hour had passed and I’d masturbated a couple of times, I couldn’t stand being horny any longer and couldn’t get the thought of fucking her out of my head.
That same morning at breakfast, without my mother noticing, I slipped about four diazepam pills (a rather powerful and effective sleeping pill and muscle relaxant) into her coffee. By the time she finished her coffee, and less than 30 minutes had passed, my mother was no longer standing up, telling me she felt awful and was going to lie down for a while. Knowing that it wouldn’t be long before she fell asleep and was unaware of what was about to happen, I undressed completely and a few minutes later headed to her bedroom.
To be absolutely sure my mother was asleep, I slapped her four or five times, each one harder than the last, to see if she was reacting. When she didn’t react, I started removing the top of her pajamas, then the bottom of said pajamas, and finally, removing my mother’s thong.
While we were both naked, without thinking twice, I began slowly and very gently inserting my cock into her pussy. Once I had my cock completely inside my Mother’s pussy, I kept going at it for almost an hour. I only stopped when, without meaning to or wanting to, I ended up cumming inside my Mother’s pussy. About half an hour or so had passed when I decided to fuck her again, not caring about cumming inside my Mother’s pussy again. Exhausted and spent after fucking my Mother without her being aware, I fell into a deep sleep next to her. Hours later (3 or 4 hours), as soon as my Mother woke up, she saw me (her own son) sleeping next to her, both of us naked. At that precise moment, she threw me out of bed with a strong push, and that’s why I woke up when I hit the floor, without knowing why I had fallen off the bed. As soon as I looked at the bed and saw my mother covering her naked torso, I realized instantly that it wasn’t my fault I fell to the floor, but that my mother had pushed me away from her. While insulting me and calling me every name she could, she screamed at me in a fit of nerves while crying uncontrollably. I thought about leaving for my bedroom without giving any explanation, almost leaving my mother’s bedroom when I turned around and approached her and hugged her in my arms to calm her down and stop her sobbing.Holding her in my arms for a while, I managed to calm her down a little so I could apologize, explaining to her what had happened and why what she thought had happened, trying to explain and tell her why what had happened happened. I asked her for forgiveness and told my mother that if I had been fully aware of what was going through my head, I would never have thought of having sex with her. What I told my mother—that it was the drugs and alcohol I’d been taking—calmed my mother down quite a bit, or at least it seemed that way, since she stopped yelling and calling me everything (son of a bitch, bastard, bad son, etc.) like a crazy woman. She only told me at that moment that I would regret it sooner rather than later.
