We did see some family around then, but everything was fine. It’s not like we’re gonna make out with relatives in the next room or anything. We can control ourselves.
The only thing I can recall that would rise to anyone “noticing” something was when we got back from the trip and she went back to work. A friend of hers told her she looked refreshed and had a glow. And she said something like “If I hadn’t known it was a family trip, I’d think you spent the whole time getting laid”.
The stories people have sent to the blog? They’re under the incest stories tag.
Please post more daughter/dad posts!
Why do you do dad daughter posts? JUST MOMS!
I love the daughter posts even more than the moms.
Another fucking dad daughter post. why god why
Any chances of another brother sister post sometime?
You should do nothing but gifs of moms. I mean, really. Your blog is about moms.
How about grandma or grandpa posts?
more posts where moms get ass fucked!
y dont u do more anal posts?
would love to see gifs where sons fuck their moms in the ass
Butt sex is gross.
I love your blog!!!
ur blog is boring since u fucked her
Who is that lady in the last gif?
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Except to say that if you want to ask “Who is that?”, just message me from your account so I can reply to you. And “Butt sex is gross” just randomly showing up in my inbox was pretty funny. I’m not even sure what it was in reference to.
I’m not sure how to answer that, to be honest. I’m not really spiritual in a religious sense. I’m more of a hoper that something exists in that realm than a believer that it does. And I know a few people who are spiritual in the sense that they think they’re one with the trees and all that. That’s definitely not me.
I would describe me as…. someone who tries to be good to people, especially the ones he cares about. That probably doesn’t rise to “spiritual”, though.
I’d say it’s accurate. I wasn’t all that happy about it. Nobody wants to leave the nest and think they’re on their way, only to realize there’s no jobs, their degree is about worthless, there’s nothing to do but go back to where you started.
And then as it relates to my mom, in my heart I loved the idea of being around her every day. But in my head I figured it would be torture. Constantly being reminded of how perfect she is and thinking that what I wanted most could never happen. As it turned out, moving back home was the best thing I ever did. But I never could have imagined that at the time.
As for her reaction, I think she knew I wasn’t really excited about it. So she kept herself pretty even. But the first night I was back home we went out to dinner and stuff, and after we got home she was like “I know you’re not thrilled about this but I’m soooooo excited you’re home!!!” and gave me this huge hug. It was like she hadn’t wanted to act excited because she knew I wasn’t, but she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Knowing she was so happy to have me home made me feel a little better, because at least I knew I wasn’t inconviencing her or anything.
I really don’t. I don’t worry about that at all. But when something like that happens that proves how committed to it she is, it’s definitely a good feeling.
That’s kinda like a parent picking their favorite child. I greatly appreciate everyone who’s sent in a story, I don’t want to single some out above others.
But… I’m sure none of them will hold a grudge if I highlight the one story here that’s told by a mom.
Every now and then, usually when a ton of new followers have popped up in a short amount of time, I post a public service announcement of sorts. I do this because some people follow this blog without actually realizing what it’s about. Then once they figure it out, they flee in terror. It’s awkward for all of us.
So take a second and read the blog description. Or take a whole minute and just check out the first page of the blog. If the gifs and posts make you go “Whaaaaaaaaat?!”, then feel free to take your leave. No hard feelings. If they don’t, then welcome.
In other blog news, I’m really gonna try to answer questions tonight. So I’ll see you then.
I put a dent in the questions but there’s still a lot more. Hopefully I can get to ‘em soon, but I gotta stop for now.
That’s a good question. I don’t think I talked about that in the story anywhere, which I probably should have.
In terms of when she noticed her feelings changing, she said it was around a year ago, give or take. A year ago from now, not from when this all came to a head last year. We’d been living together close to a year at that point. And there were just little things, little differences, she noticed in terms of how she felt about me.
One thing in particular she described as a clingy feeling. Back when I was growing up I knew this kid whose mom followed him everywhere. If I played at his house, we could only play inside or out in the yard where his mom could see us. Every birthday party he was invited to, his mom would stay the entire time. Basically every time I saw him outside of school hours, his mom was hovering nearby. Like she wouldn’t let him out of her sight.
And it sorta became a punchline with my mom and I. Even years later like in high school, if she was being too overprotective or something I’d be like “OK, take it easy, Mrs. Jones”. Jones being that kid’s last name. Except it wasn’t really Jones. Their name was actually something unique, so if I said the name she knew exactly who I meant.
Anyway, she described it like she was starting to feel like that kid’s mom. She wanted to be around me all the time. When I’d go out at night or whenever, she’d get a little sad. It really stuck out to her when she took a trip last spring and was gone for a week. I wrote about this a little at the time because she and I talked about it back then.
She didn’t want to be away from me, even for a week. And she thought it was weird because… you know, I was grown up, I had been to college. It should have been easier for her to be away from me, not harder. She was like why am I turning into that kid’s mom all of a sudden? When we talked about it, I tried to tell her that it was okay. I told her not to look at it like she was being that kid’s mom, and look at it like she and I were just two people who love each other and love being together. And that helped her stop feeling weird about it, which was good.
The clinginess is just one example, but there were various changes like that and she noticed them. I think she sorta knew on some level how she felt, but it wasn’t until I flat out said I was in love with her that she let herself admit that’s how she felt too.
I’m sure it would be better if she explained it, but you’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.