My Right

I've never been satisfied with anything than exactly what I wanted, raised by my father to expect the best and get also get it. Being an only child, I was somewhat spoiled growing, my father had a heart attack at 52 (too much alcohol and smoking) and couldn't overexert himself and that included sex. He married my mother mainly because he got her pregnant and being 15 years older than her, she became his personal servant more than his wife. I'd just started college when had his heart attack and away from home. Of course, my father ignored the doctor's advice and continued drinking. Like him I always done what I wanted and being from a wealthy family I got it. But I knew what the boundaries were drummed into me by my father growing up. Just started my third year at college, my father had another heart attack, and it was fatal. I inherited everything my mother got nothing at all and was even left to me in my father's will. My mother was almost like a recluse, only seen the house staff, me or the doctors. Never went anywhere by herself, since my father's first heart attack she only when to the hospital when my father was in there. Always straight back home after every visit, now he was gone it was me she turned too. I was enjoying myself at college but not getting enough sex I thought I should be getting. But everyone at my college were from rich families also, so I knew I couldn't demand it. But attending my father's funeral seeing my mother well-dressed I felt attracted to her sexually. At first, I ignored the feeling but overtime it only got stronger. In my final year of college, I decided to lease the family home and live in the city after graduation. It leased quicker than I thought it would, but I'd already purchase a penthouse suite and had my mother moved into it. Nothing happened until after my graduation, I decided to enjoy myself instead of starting a career. Only my mother to care for, she was so broken down by my father in the years they were married. She never spoke unless asked a question or told to answer a question by my father. I'd taken her to see a show on Broadway and after getting back to our hotel. My sexual attraction to my mother resurfaced, she looked fantastic and on getting into our suite I kissed her on the lips. She just let me, no resistance at all. Didn't say we shouldn't as she was my mother, just let me kiss her. So, I went further thinking I would stop when she said stop, she didn't say stop. So, I kept going further and further and fucked her. She just let me do what I wanted, in the morning I was thinking over my actions the night before and decided it was my right to fuck my mother as she was my responsibility and relied on me for everything. So, I kept sleeping with my mother, only problem she was still fertile and got pregnant to me. Id given it a thought that she might or could get pregnant. After she was tested and nothing wrong found with the pregnancy and she actually seemed happier that she was pregnant. I decided to let her have the child. When she was close to having our daughter, I took her away to have our child. Returned a month afterwards, my mother was very happy being a mother again. She slept with me whenever I wanted her too, as our daughter grew up my mother continued sleeping with me. But I finally met woman to marry, she was quiet and timid like my mother and so I seduced her married her before getting her pregnant. She was used to sharing our bed with my mother by the time we married. Now I've three children two girls and a boy, I never took up smoking and drink alcohol rarely. My mother is delighted being a grandmother. With the birth of my third child (girl) I decided to return to the family home. Being well known locally, everyone assumed my first daughter was with my wife, which was helped by my daughter calling both my mother and wife mother. My bedroom adjoins my mother's room, and we have a shared bathroom. I've no plans to start a career still prefer being with my mother, wife and children. It seems just right to me.