"...."

"You know being silent is not a very productive way to spend this whole session right Don"

"...can you repeat the question please"

"....*sigh... Don how did you come to....spend the 'lifestyle' you do come to be?"

"You mean how did I end up being a CUCKOLD!?"

"..sure"

"*sighhhh.....where do I even begin.." As I ponder on the question I began to recall some memories of some years ago.

Before I dove into the memoryland let me give you a run down on who I am and whats happening .

My name is Donavn McCoy, 22 year old male with an unhealthy fetish. If you haven't figured it out yet, its being cucked turns me on....immensely. I was a straight A student in my school years and so was when I went to college. You know the type with handsome looks, good grades and polite....yah that was me. So what the fuck went wrong right?.

It all started through my mother and our domineering incestral relationship.So let me tell you a bit about her and how she rocked my world.

Her name's Amelia. and she's about 5'5 with 58kg on the dot. A 38 year old, hazzle green eyes and dark hair.

My mother takes care of her self through often hitting the gym, yoga or zumba. So yah..she got a nice toned and voluptuous shape to her. Her curves are delicate and womanly with a 27" waist. As her waist widened to 37" hips with a lovely swell for a nice ass you'd love to sink your teeth into.

Her legs could kill you if you stare too much. The toned white legs and her perfectly pedicured delicate pink color toes drives can drive you crazy.Her whole body has a faire porcelain skin color with little to no imperfections.

Now to the main reason I'm talking about her. My relationship with my mother was never really been normal compared to others and their parents. It wasn't until I was in my late teens when I really started to noticed that I was sexually attracted to my mother as much as most of my friends and half the guys she interacted with were.

My friends had unashamedly rated her as their number one pick on their fantasy "hottest moms you know" draft list. It was a depraved game that only horny teenage boys could have come up with. Being constantly reminded that my mom was the "MILF" that force my friends to nut everday, was a feeling I'm both proud and disturbed at the same time. Proud because I couldn't help but think how lucky I really am and disturbed because of my thought process.

I'd never brought friends home as my mother wore very skimpy attire around the house and never any underwear. Sometimes Amelia would go fully naked. Like after a steamy shower with her wet hair or while doing the laundry. So having glimpses of her fully naked figure barefoot tip toeing around the house with her bubble butt bouncing is so exhilarating and at the same time a normality after so many times when growing up. Seeing my goddess like mother naked or in her favourite little nighties that barely cover her ass is a sight to behold.

My father is a businessman who work overseas. So he wasn't in the picture for most part of my life. The most memorable thing about him for me was, him been there for my 15th birthday as if to make his presence known in the family. I haven't seen him at least for whole 3 years now, but we only knew about each other is really that we share the same last name on paper.

So as a lonely wife my mother had to be more..creative to meet her needs. So Amelia or Amy if you will, started a new hobby. It started by her having affairs or more like one-night stands through blind dates. Somewhere down the line she started bringing them home. Next it evolved into her bringing blokes home a regular occurance. However Amy was everything but shy, specially when it comes to her sexuality. She fucked them over and over like a sex crazed bitch on heat in the room right next to me. Her moans could fill the whole house and she doesn't seem to mind that I was in the house or not.

Again as I got older I started to realize that my mother was pretty much a slut. Sex was almost a routine thing for her and she couldn't get enough of it. As a hormonal teenager I could not stop touching my self while listening to her seductive moaning. Something I would be out cold late at night after too much ejaculation with the lights on. When I wake up the rooms all clean, no tissues and the lights are off...so yeah she knows. But the day goes by neither of us mentioning anything to each other.

I had fallen really hard for my mother, that I can't lie. My favourite past time was giving massages to her. Specificallyfor her feet. Her legs were a perfect balance of delicatness and toned plus the chamomile oil had done wonders for her silky skin. Initially I was unsure how to approach her but one day an opportunity arose.

It was a friday and she was out the whole day. I was home and was preparing for my upcoming finals. She's always late when she goes out but today was specially so. So I ring her a couple of times. She picked up on the second try.

"Hey Donny whats'up?"

" Hello Mom, aren't you coming home just look at the time.."

"Haaah... sorry darling I'm pretty busy right now"