She should have known, how tantalizing it was to stand before me in those thin white silk leggings on high heels, with no bottoms on. The tights were so snug and wrapped around her bottom – firm thighs, gorgeous ass that looked and felt great, with a beautifully shaped butt, and a pussy that bulged like a mound with that thin, stretchy fabric propped up under the tights.
That area where the roots of the thighs meet, that concave zone.
Under the thin fabric, the area that amounted to the near equivalent of the uncovered crotch of her pants was pointed squarely at me.
I didn’t have to do anything at all, I just had to look at her flatly to get a clear view of the vile sights revealed by her lower body.
But she acted like she didn’t feel anything.
She could turn them on me without a care in the world, as if she didn’t realize that her own lower body was facing me in a near-naked but more provocative than naked manner.
At this point in my life, I always wanted to pounce on my mom’s hips, straddle her lower back hard enough to lean my head up and pull her lower back towards me, then bury my face between her legs, pressing firmly against her crotch, pressing in, breathing deeply in the scent there. Then sticking out his tongue, licking greedily.
Mom would also very casually just spread her legs and sit down in front of me. This time, the tight pants would pull out some folds. Looking at these folds turned me on for some reason. As mom sat down, her pussy would become even fuller and stand out against the fabric of the tights. Then mom’s lower body would be pulled by the tights, and you could clearly see mom’s pussy being tightly strangled, a piece of the pants forming a shape with a downward concave slit, and see the traces of mom’s pussy showing in a semi-transparent way.
She would also have no problem bending over deeply in front of me to clean up. Puckering her fat ass out with her back to me. All you have to do is think of a gorgeous looking and hot woman wearing extremely stretchy, semi-transparent white leggings, bending over and pouting her ass in front of you, and you’ll see how such a scenario can be deadly for a male. I loved that about Mom. Loved the way mom looked when she was wearing tight pants, and loved the way she looked now that she was wearing tight pants and wearing no panties.
Maybe I should talk about my hobbies here.
To be precise, I like looking at women in tights as much as I like looking at women in stockings. It’s a fascination with certain things. However, in all this fascination with objects, I like the look of women in tight pants better than stockings and uniforms.
Maybe it’s because …… women being played with in stockings are always plentiful and too easy to see in porn, while women being played with in tight pants are few and far between, and maybe it’s because of my lack of seniority that I just think it’s close to non-existent, or at least I haven’t come across it myself.
And even when they do come across it, it’s the pretty women who are the main characters that are far and few between.
And among these beautiful women, those belonging to the category of mature women who are gorgeous women are even rarer.
First and foremost, I like mature women, voluptuous women, I don’t know if that will change in the future, but for now, that criteria trumps everything. Then there are the others that stretch from there.
Of course those strange hobbies of mine wouldn’t be the only ones, but it would be too abrupt and uninformed to take the opportunity to talk about those here. I’m only talking about it to emphasize in a more three-dimensional way some of the feelings my mom gives off.
In mom, the mature girl, the beauty, the tight pants, the uniform, the stockings …… all those things that I have been chasing in porn for a long time, all exist.
From time to time I put my mom in my own mind and imagine me having sex with her. There are many plots and scenarios, of course, such as mom standing in front of me, and then me pouncing on her and pushing her down, stripping her of her clothes …… and so on and so forth, but the bottom line is that it’s all about imagining my own cock jabbing in hard towards my mom’s pussy, thrusting into her, fucking her, fucking her.
So much so that I don’t even remember when it started, I had a strong sexual desire for my mom’s body. .
This longing grows stronger and stronger.
When I think of my mom’s body, my body’s faculties are inexplicably aroused like a shudder. But it’s the kind of excitement that keeps expanding but can’t be given vent to. It wasn’t a desire that could be relieved by masturbation alone, but only became stronger the next time after each masturbation.
Something that seemed to hang high in the air winking at itself, the heart and the view were inexplicably pursued.
That feeling seems to be close at hand, within reach, but every time I want to reach out and touch it, I buckle into a void of emptiness. I began to yearn for something more …… As people who need new stimuli to revive their jaded faculties, I also wanted new stimuli, not because what I had was already tiresome, but because what I wanted was not available ……
I fell in love with my mom’s intimate apparel, her underwear, panties, bras, and stockings.
Especially the ones that mom wore all day. I would sneak into the bathroom after mom’s shower and carry the ones she had changed out of back to her bedroom.
I put my mom’s panties and bra to the tip of my nose and took a big whiff. It had the scent of mom’s pussy and breasts on it. The thought that mom had worn them all day and then had them in my hands to play with. It wasn’t playing with mom, but her inner clothes, but the thought of it being the closest thing to her body, mom’s most private thing, and imagining the way the panties and bra wrapped around mom’s pussy and breasts, turned me on in a strange way.
Thinking about the fact that I was playing with my mom’s most private thing, I seemed to feel that because of such action, it connected me to my mom in some way, and indirectly allowed her to arouse her own physical pleasure and give vent to her sexual desire for herself.
I wrap them around my cock and masturbate to the pleasure of guessing and fantasizing.
I especially like mom’s panties, that mom wears all day long, and there are always some traces of mom’s physique left on the area that encases her pussy. Those marks turned me on. If I occasionally find a single hair of my mom’s pubic hair on her panties, my heart will be excited for no reason.
Because …… that’s mom’s pubic hair.
Part of mom’s body’s most secret place.
In the beginning, for a relatively long time, I wasn’t sure if my mom knew that I liked to fantasize and masturbate with her worn underwear. But later, I knew she knew.
When I masturbated with my mom’s inner clothes, I was careful not to shoot my semen on them. But there was that one time, even I couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or just carelessness, maybe I was too excited, and I didn’t have time to think about anything else as I was fiddling violently, and my semen sprayed all over the lace panties that were wrapped around my penis.
The area that encased mom’s pussy was stained and sticky with sticky cum.
Perhaps desire knocked me hard on the head, I didn’t secretly wash away the semen that stained my mom’s panties, and I didn’t throw them into the washing machine when I put her inner clothes back into the bathroom. Instead, I put them on the washing machine and in …… the most prominent position.
The panties were placed at the top, the cum-stained area spread out, traces of it, smeared and obvious.
Obviously, I did it on purpose.
What will mom be like when she learns that her son is masturbating with her worn underwear? I certainly don’t know.
Imagining how Mom would look when she found out about this, imagining Mom imagining me masturbating with her underwear. My heart was pounding. There was a sense of nervousness and anticipation and excitement of not knowing what would become of it.
But mom remained calm and quiet, not saying anything. It was business as usual, as if nothing had happened.
I know Mom does.
Because after that day, mom never closed the door again when she took a shower, as if she was completely unaware that I would be secretly watching from outside the door.
Days like this went on and on.
I still bring my mom’s underwear to masturbate after she takes a shower. But it was no longer as sneaky and evasive as in the past, but rather, I took it in a dignified manner. Mom did not wash her clothes right after the shower, but left them for the next day. Mom’s underclothes were no longer thrown into the washing machine after a good bath, but would appear in the same place where I had put them last time I put them back, with Mom’s underclothes at the top, spread out and facing me, always with my semen on them, and wrapped around Mom’s pussy.
Although I became bright enough to do so, I was never touched by my mom when I was doing such a thing.
Because at this time of year, mom would always go back into her bedroom and close the door. And then would only reappear in the living room after I had just finished venting everything.
I don’t know how Mom does it.
I no longer had any qualms about squirting my cum all over my mom’s inner clothes before putting them back on.
Then the next day when she packed up her clothes, mom still had a light calm face as if nothing had happened.
Until the day ……
Before I do that, I think it might be worth saying.
The reason I’ve always just talked about me and my mom and never talked about my dad is because in my world and my mom’s world, there’s never been a dad as a person. As for why there isn’t, that topic doesn’t have much to do with the subject I’m about to talk about. So, there’s no need to bother with it.
That day, as usual, mom came back to her room after her shower, and I went to the bathroom and took mom’s underclothes to my bedroom, and started masturbating while fantasizing about her.
I wrapped Mom’s panties around my cock and pumped my hand up and down, scraping the swollen glans back and forth against Mom’s panties.
I closed my eyes and imagined that I was pumping my mom’s pussy hard, my cock deep in her cunt. I fucked my mom hard, my lower body pushing up and then down heavily between her legs, hitting her pussy strongly.
Mom shuddered intensely as I fucked her, letting out a guttural gasping moan.
Then the cum sprayed like a sprinkle on mom’s panties.
I exhaled and opened my eyes. Taking mom’s panties and wiping my glans, which was still dripping with a wisp of goo. Lifting my head, I tried to stand up and then gather up my mom’s other inner clothing that had been thrown on the bed.
But my body stiffened for a moment and I froze, unable to speak.
Mom stood in the doorway to my bedroom, looking at me with an expression of unreadable emotion as my pants dropped to my heels and I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs spread.
When did Mom get here?
Forgetting to close the door to my room, something like that has never happened to me before.
I don’t know what to say.
Didn’t even call out the word mom.
It wasn’t because of embarrassment, surprisingly, I didn’t feel embarrassed, maybe a little bit and overwhelmed in the first moment, but after coming back to my senses, there was an unexpected sense of excitement and thrill.
Mom saw it all?
Saw her son masturbating in her underwear.
Mom’s eyes fell on my cock, and the panties that were sticky with cum but still gripped in my hand.
“You do this often?”
“Eh.”
“You like doing that.”
“Eh.”
“These turn you on?”
“Eh.”
Mom was referring to those inner clothes of hers. I nodded.
I expected my mom to ask why she did it, why she liked it, but she didn’t. Or rather I expected her to ask that and then give the answer I wanted to give, and she didn’t, and I felt that little bit of disappointment in the back of my mind.
Mom came over to me and took the panties from my hand, and I froze and let go.
Looking at the mess of panties, mom’s face was pale and unreadable. She placed the panties on the desk next to her.
Mom stood up in front of me, squatted between my legs, buried her face under my span, took my cock, and started sucking my cock ……
It’s a scene I fantasize about in my head.
And yet – there was a definite touch on the penis.
While I was in a trance, my mom had squatted in front of me, her pale palms grasping my cock.
I really froze.
The touch of the delicate hand, so that already originally soft down the penis once again began to move. Mom’s hand handles, the strange feeling from the penis unceasingly transmitted …… and masturbation is completely different from the feeling.
As Mom moved, the cock sprang to life with fury.
Mom lowered her head and saliva dripped from her mouth, wetting the cock. With the penis wet, mom wrapped it in her palms and then began to work it in one upward and one downward motion, slowly stroking it.
“Zip!”
Mom’s palm glowed with sound.
The pleasure felt on my penis traveled through every inch of my body’s nerves.
“Whoo!”
I couldn’t help but moan.
Mom let go, pressed her palms flat on either side of my cock, lowered her head, and took in my cock. It was less like thrusting and more like being sucked in, feeling the suction as if I were sucking on a popsicle, my cock slowly sank into mom’s mouth until the pubic hair at the base of my cock was pressed against her lips.
Lubricated, soft, and warm …… the penis being held by mom’s tiny mouth conveyed such sensations to her body.
Situations that had been dreamed up in my head suddenly became real. There was no foreknowledge at all, and those feelings of surprise and anticipation that you know you’re going to get had no chance of existing at all.
I was almost dumbfounded.
Only the bursts of pleasure coming from my cock let me know that this was indeed real.
With the penis in her mouth, Mom sucked on it, her tongue stirring against it in her mouth. Spitting it out and swallowing it in. The suction of Mom’s mouth pulls at my cock, bringing with it a tingling pleasure that makes you want to squirt.
Mom’s shoulders were moving up and down with the movement of her head. The halter of the robe slipped down one side, and looking inside through the exposed neckline, a large portion of mom’s snow-white breasts could be seen.
No bra!
Two full breasts kept bouncing in the robe.
I did look straight up.
Unable to resist, I reached out, with a little trembling, toward the neckline of Mom’s robe. Mom didn’t stop me.
With a hand full of tangible sensation and comfort, I grabbed my mom’s breast and kneaded it greedily and hard.
Mom, who was squatting with my cock in her mouth, slowly stood up, lifted the hem of her robe to her knees, and then squatted again.
I don’t know why Mom did it.
As my eyes dipped down again, I saw both of my mom’s smooth thighs and the hairy area between them – and she wasn’t wearing panties either!
Just now it was not seen because it was blocked by the robe underneath. Now after mom lifted the robe up and opened her legs, the view of her lower body was revealed.
I’m dead on.
A strong urge took control of my nerves and my hands drew out of the neckline of my robe, leaving my mom’s breasts and reaching downward, trying to grab at her pussy.
But, in the current position, I couldn’t do it in any way. I can only watch.
Mom lifted my cock and licked my scrotum, her lips took my balls and gently sucked on them.
I’ve only seen this kind of action in porn movies. All kinds of movements brought me unprecedented pleasure. Excitement ran through my body like an electric current.
“Poof! Pfft! Poof!”
Mom’s hands wrapped around my cock and worked it vigorously and quickly.
“Awww…!”
The orgasm came and I ejaculated.
In quick succession, the cum spurted across mom’s face, sliding from her eyebrows downward, staining her long eyelashes and dripping down her cheeks ……
Mom slowly stood up, the hem of her robe hanging down to cover the scene of spring that I hadn’t had time to possess.
She picked up the panties she had placed on the desk earlier and cleaned my cock with them.
“Go take a shower and get some rest.”
Mom ignored the cum that was still sliding down the side of her cheek as she spoke faintly, picked up the clothes that had been thrown on the bed and walked out, closing the door behind her.
And I, for the first time, not by porn to get excited, not by masturbation to achieve pleasure, but in the woman’s manipulation to achieve orgasm, and this woman, is his own mother ……
The next day, Mom still had that same light and calm look, as she had so many times before, as if nothing had ever happened.
But I do know that there are some things that really aren’t the same anymore.
Because some things do happen.
When mom once again appeared in front of me in those nearly transparent white thick tights, I no longer hid my greedy gaze and eager yearning, and had no qualms about staring at mom’s crotch with my naked eyes. Seeing this look at me, mom didn’t show anything, but did something that made me almost unable to resist the urge to pounce on her directly, peel down her pants, and plunge my cock hard into her pussy, fucking her madly.
Seeing the look in my eyes, she pressed her hand in the direction my eyes were shooting in on the area of her pussy on her tight pants. She pressed against the bulge, gently rubbing and sliding her fingertips over it as if she were teasing something …… and then kept moving downward as if to manipulate my vision.
Mom succeeded, and my eyes were moving along with her hands.
Her palm was pressed against her pussy through her tight pants, rubbing it up and down as if she were a woman masturbating in a porno. Her movements were light and gentle, as if she was nursing something, yet teasing.
Her hand wrapped around her plump ass and stroked it back and forth. Toward was playing with her bottom, which was tightly wrapped in tight pants, like a human display.
As I couldn’t resist the urge to pounce, mom turned around and walked towards her bedroom.
In her bedroom, she changed her clothes and then, went out.
When mom came home and once again changed into her tight pants and appeared in front of me, I no longer bothered with anything, and just went up and wrapped my arms around my mom, who had her back turned to me, like I had imagined in my head before. The palm of my hand pressed against mom’s crotch.
I pressed down hard, squeezing, kneading, feeling the presence of my mom’s pussy through the tight pants. My lower body pressed against Mom’s large ass encased in the leggings, feeling the excellent muscular bounce coming from it. The crotch was right up against Mom’s ass, between her legs.
I started grinding my crotch against my mom’s ass, feeling the excitement of my cock sliding back and forth across her ass through everyone’s pants.
I played with my mom’s leggings-covered bottom as if I were playing with a cuddly mannequin toy, doing everything I could think of that a man in a porno does when he plays with a woman’s bottom.
I gently tugged down the chain of my mom’s pants.
After opening a small opening, put the palm of my hand along the edge of the crotch and slipped it in …… Mom didn’t stop me.
I had an extremely strange feeling. I don’t know why, but I always felt that my mom was supposed to stop me, even though she had always been like that, always with those pale eyes and an excessively calm expression, as if she was a mass of nothingness that nothing could touch.
It has never been possible to observe what kind of mood my mother is in. Maybe it is because of this that I always feel that if I am the one who has gone too far, something hard to determine will probably happen, just like excessive calmness is like excessive repression, excessive repression, after encountering excessive catalysts will explode excessively …… So I am like a person who is very eager, but has been very careful, hidden in a certain corner, carefully trying and probing for something in the peepers.
And at the end of the peering sight was none other than Mom.
So all this time, although I never stopped spying on my mom, I never dared to be too indulgent.
However, I don’t know when it started, and I don’t know what kind of things seemed to have given me the reason to become more and more unrestrained. Maybe it started from the time when I could peep at my mom in the shower like that without hiding anything, and when I could shoot my semen on her panties without having to worry about it, but in a sneaky way.
It was as if the corner of the taboo that had been secretly torn open at some unknown time, and one longed to make it bigger, to see more …… The monstrous desire seemed to be dissolving and festering the scruples that still existed little by little.
Mom didn’t stop me, which made me say what I felt.
As if it wasn’t like this, yet it felt like it really was like this? The sense of uncertainty and absurdity that I had always valued, but it was as if I didn’t need it at all, the sense that it was so difficult to achieve what I had intended, but it was so easy to do so.
Even though it was such a weird moment, the sensual excitement wouldn’t stop with the soulful guessing of the line. And mom’s acquiescence made me even more excited. The palm of my hand touched my mom’s skin, and it seemed a little cold, but there was a slight warmth that melted in my palm, and it felt delicate and soft. I felt my pussy bulge under my palm, filled with the same wonderful sensation as I had imagined.
My hand moved down and touched my mom’s pubic hair. That very thick, hairy feeling invaded the palm of my hand.
And then mom’s pussy ……
Exciting, stimulating, soft and wonderful.
This is mom’s bottom, mom’s pussy.
Flipping mom’s pussy lips, tweaking her pussy, pressing her clit. Teasing mom’s bottom.
The palms of the hands under the tights could be seen shifting, holding up the fabric of the tights and forming various shapes on them.
Mom didn’t move a muscle except to remain standing, letting me manipulate her body.
Mom’s body trembled gently, her face still pale, as if she wasn’t the one being played with. But I knew mom was feeling it. Because I could feel that mom’s pussy was gradually getting wet, and the lips between her pussy were starting to get sticky and slippery. Mom’s eyes still looked as if they were calm, but if one was attentive enough, one could still see a glimmer of lust in the depths of her eyes.
Pulling my hand out of Mom’s crotch, my fingers were a little wet with Mom’s bodily fluids – I rubbed them right on the crotch area of Mom’s leggings.
I pulled the chain of my mom’s pants closed and the gaping opening slowly closed again.
I continued to lift upward on the zipper pull of my pants. Mom’s leggings were pulled upward with such force that the crotch of the pants tugged up Mom’s bottom and strangled her pussy. Then it was pulled down again and closed …… Since mom’s back was to me, I wasn’t able to get a good look at the tightening of mom’s pussy.
After a few repetitions, I stopped this. Closing the chain of mom’s pants here again.
Pulling her mom’s ass back so that her hands are on the table bending her over and puckering her ass.
Mom didn’t say anything, just went along with my request with no indication whatsoever.
Like so many times, Mom’s ass protruded. Because of this position, the pants were up and the straddle area was stretched and tightened by the pants. The full shape of her pussy was clearly visible on the pants under the two flaps of fat ass flesh. I cupped it in my hand and twisted it.
My fingers pressed against Mom’s ass, stroking it hard. Switching hand styles, five fingers gripped like claws, picking and pulling at Mom’s ass.
I used to feel aroused by this position of my mom’s, and now I was able to come to feel it so close, as well as being able to play with it at will. The excitement and pleasure surpassed the sum of all that I had felt since I grew up until now.
My forehead was pressed against my mom’s ass, my face pressed between her legs only, my tongue out, against her pussy, licking obliviously through her tight pants.
The saliva wet her mother’s pants, and when the already thin pants got wet, it was more like they became transparent, sticking tightly to her pussy and seeing the red slit.
I pulled down my pants and pulled out my cock, which had risen to the point of pain long ago.
I wanted to push my cock between my mom’s ass cheeks, but obviously, couldn’t do it. I wasn’t tall enough.
Have mom bend her knees slightly and half squat down.
I pushed my cock between mom’s ass cheeks and rubbed it up and down like I would thrust during sex. The glans mom’s tights scraped back and forth …… I ejaculated, the glans against mom’s ass, cum shooting all over her tights.
I didn’t let Mom off the hook like that.
I guided my mom so that she was lying on her back on the floor. I parted her legs and had her raise them up and spread them out to the sides, then hold them, spreading her legs in that position, and then push up her lower body.
I once again played with my mom’s pussy through her tight pants.
Then lift up on the zipper pull of your pants like you just did. Pulling upward hard and then pulling down again. This time, I could see clearly the way my mom’s pussy was being tightened. Images like this turned me on in an unusual way.
When I stopped down this repetitive motion, I once again gently pulled down the chain of my mom’s pants.
The slit in Mom’s crotch slowly lengthened. First there was the swollen servant’s smooth pussy, then gradually downward, revealing a small clump of beautiful pubic hair.
Then I got on top of my mom, my cock pressed against her pussy through her tight pants. I thrust up like I was having sex.
The cock was grinding against mom’s pussy.
Finally, I cum sprayed my mom’s tights again, this time under the crotch, in the pussy area ……
I found and knew that I enjoyed playing with my mom in such tight pants like this.
I can’t exactly say what it feels like, it probably counts as an unusually freaky fetish, but I’m very, very madly obsessed with playing around like this. And didn’t intend to feel ashamed or bad about it. I played with it in every way I could think of that might turn me on.
And then I was thinking that it was a great blessing for me that my mom didn’t initially throw the leggings into the mix.
In the days to come, I always relied on these pants and many similar things in the future to satisfy many of my abnormal desires, and no matter how many times they were played with almost similar actions, they never made me tired of it, and I was always deeply aroused with desires that made my whole body’s senses tremble for such a thing and this kind of mother as I was at the very beginning for the first time.
As if pushing open the door of desire that made me willing to sink to my death in it, after that time, the relationship between my mom and I became more and more idiosyncratic.
For me, it was a wonderful change.
I was getting bolder too. When I was at home, as soon as the desire arose, I would seek out my mom and go up and down on her. I often tried to figure out how far would be the bottom line for Mom, so I was always carefully testing the waters, sometimes thinking of behaviors that I thought might go too far, with the idea of stopping as soon as Mom got angry.
But I realized that no matter how I wanted to play, Mom never seemed to stop me or show anything, as if it wasn’t her body I was fiddling with.
Because of this, when I am at home, I can strip my mom’s clothes at any time in any place, manipulate her body at will, make her pose in any way I want, dress her in any way I want her to dress, stockings, SM, uniforms …… spray semen at will on any part of my mom’s body ……
I fell in love with the pleasure of this indulgence and debauchery, and then often this made my mom play along with me day and night, regardless of the occasion.
Sometimes for a short time, sometimes for a few hours, sometimes for a whole day. Often it went from both playing with clothes on to both playing with no clothes on and then getting entangled in each other masturbating and sucking each other off. The balcony, the bathroom, the living room, the bedroom …… anywhere in the house were all occasions where we played.
The only thing is, Mom never lets me fuck her.
I could put my glans against her pussy and let her pussy lips clamp around my cock and rub it back and forth, shooting my cum all over her pussy – as long as it didn’t penetrate her cunt.
There were many times when, because of the excitement of the game, I pinned my mom down and put my cock against her pussy, wanting to fuck her hard without any consideration, she wouldn’t say anything and wouldn’t stop me, she just faintly but calmly covered her pussy with her hand so that I couldn’t get in, and sometimes I would accidentally let me penetrate, but as soon as that happened, she would immediately push me away, and then that day’s game That was the end of it.
Beyond that, Mom didn’t seem to have any other inhibitions – I felt as if I were in touch with something exactly, but drifted away from certainty.
Thoughts like this make me hard to believe yet expect it to be true.
For the first time, I had a vaguely unusual and exciting yet canny feeling. I imagined that if this were true …… what could I do if it were true? Such a thing I did not think about it carefully. Just felt …… really excited!
So I started to take all those episodes and all those things and all that play that used to exist only in my own fantasies and put them into my mom’s body to realize them.
So I brought my camera to take pictures of my mom and she didn’t stop me. I said to her: these pictures are to be posted on the forum. She still ignored me. I took a picture of her face, and she still didn’t dodge or stop as if she didn’t feel anything. So I took a lot of pictures of my mom and started to have a hobby of taking pictures of her body.
These photos are of all kinds of moms, both clothed and unclothed, both in tight pants and naked with her pants down to her knees, both clothed and unclothed, both sucking my dick and masturbating for me, both masturbating in tight pants and naked. ……
Regarding mom masturbating, originally, mom didn’t masturbate, and even if she did, it was never in front of me.
That day, an idea came to me and I said, “Mom, masturbate in your tight pants for me.”
Mom didn’t reply and after a moment of silence went back to her room. I thought she had refused, but three minutes later, topless, wearing those white silk leggings and high heels, Mom appeared in front of me.
She squatted down, spread her legs, leaned her body back and pressed one hand to the floor behind her, those unreadable eyes looking at me calmly, very calmly, before moving her hand to the waist of her pants.
The middle of my mom’s legs were facing my face, and I could clearly see her hand plunging along the waistband of her pants, moving downward, and then pressing on her pussy ……
As mom masturbated, she pushed her body upward, thrusting her lower body out so high toward me that I could watch with complete clarity without missing a beat.
That time I was once again assaulted with unprecedented pleasure, kneeling on the floor between my mom’s legs, my glans against the area she was masturbating to, and once again my cum sprayed uncontrollably onto it.
Since that time, there have been instances of my mom masturbating in front of me.
The photos, all very clear, had various poses Mom had struck, various tricks we had played, as well as close-ups of Mom’s sexual organs, various parts of her body, and close-ups of her sucking and masturbating for me. I posted those pictures on the forum. Asked mom to see them too, but she didn’t say anything.
The photos are all without faces shown, and even if there are faces shown, they have been disposed of by me with tools. It’s not that I’m afraid that people who see these photos will know what mom looks like, but I don’t want them to know what mom looks like. I can share with them the sensual pleasure that mom’s body brings to a man, but I don’t want to share with them mom as a human being, and once they know what mom looks like, there’s always a feeling that mom seems to have been snatched away from them.
The thought of some guy sitting in front of a computer, looking at my mom’s naked body and fantasizing about it for a masturbation session gives me an inexplicable thrill.
I’ve had more overplayed ones too.
I once carried my naked mom out onto the balcony on our way to play and had her suck my cock there, where passersby could clearly see us both in action.
I also had pulled my mom to the window, pulled back the curtains and opened the window, then completely removed her clothes one by one at the window before picking her up and spreading her legs and pointing her pussy out the window.
None of this was ever heeded or stopped by mom.
Then I took my idea outside.
I followed my mom around all the time except for classes and when she was at work.
When I was walking on the street with my mom, I would insert one hand from the waist of my pants into her crotch, and play with her pussy while walking with her, and these actions at this time, from the side passing by passersby, were all perfectly clear to see.
I would also stop from time to time on street corners or in alleys down the street, pull over my mom and let her suck and masturbate me.
I’ve also tried to suddenly go and unbuckle my mom’s pants while walking and peel them down to her knees, with her pussy showing. Mom didn’t wear panties, and once I told her that she shouldn’t even wear panties unless I asked her to. Mom didn’t say whether she agreed or not, but after that time, she did. Since then, however, Mom has changed her pants much more frequently.
In my mind, this is the way to do it, mom should always react.
But no, she just let her bottom bare in the middle of the street. And then marched off in such a position as if she hadn’t felt a thing, and it was me who ended up rushing up and pulling the waist of her pants up before someone else could get out their cell phone and snap a picture of it.
I’ve also taken my mom to the park and stripped her in the park, and I’ve made her go out in a dress without panties, and then made her sit with her legs spread in a bus, on a bench in the street for people to rest on, and in the subway, letting men who noticed the lustful appearance of her lower body peek at it with lust-filled eyes.
All this, mom did calmly. Neither willingness nor unwillingness could be seen, as if an elementary school student was doing his or her homework that needed to be turned in on time.
Mom didn’t respond, but my lust became aroused strongly enough for something like this every time.
So, whenever and wherever I wanted, whenever I needed to, I could, for no reason whatsoever, be able to play with my mom’s body as much as I wanted, make her do what I wanted her to do, suck my dick, masturbate for me, pose for me in kinky positions for me, for me, and for whomever I wanted to give it to.
At home, my mom’s body is my most wonderful tool for lust. Outside the house, my mom’s body is my favorite teasing toy.
I don’t really know what was going on in my mom’s mind’s heart, as many even the closest people don’t know about each other, but I love my mom and her body.
Whether spiritual or sensual, ethical or erotic.
(concluded)