Buttock Confessions

Once at 17, I didn't know what I was thinking at the time, I did something I regret. I got home from school, took my backpack to the bedroom and met my dad. I greet him and he tells me to go say hello to my mom who is in the kitchen. I go there and find her on her back washing her dishes.

I hug her from behind her, putting my arms around her neck. Suddenly she grabs my hands and rests her butt on my pelvis, rubbing on top. I feel the pressure of the penis on one buttock to the other. I get hard. My mother's head turns to my side with her "eyes closed" and she brings her lips to mine. I feel her mouth move, as if she wanted to make out. She lets me go. All the while she didn't open her eyes. She brings her look back to the sink and exclaims Dad's name. At that moment I realized that she had mistaken me for someone else, but I was still in a state of shock ... and excitement. Instinctively, with one hand I touch her bottom softly and then I immediately go back to my room.

Since that day I have never hugged my mother, without letting her know that I am her son. I regret that I had to have that kind of experience with my mom, but at least it hasn't happened anymore. Now I understand why my parents never divorced.

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