Here’s how it started.
My mom was a very ordinary housewife, she was originally a supervisor in a company, after giving birth to me, she quit her job, saying she wanted to concentrate on bringing up her child. As I grew up, the years etched themselves into her face, but left no trace on her figure. My mother was one of those petite and delicate type of women with a figure that was better than some of the more flirtatious women. I did take my mom’s underwear and measured it later, and it was a C cup, just the right size for one hand. An idiom that can aptly describe my mom’s waist is willow waist. My mom’s lower body was a bit big because she had a child, so her ass was a bit big, but it became more attractive, for no other reason, because when she walked, her ass would swing left and right, as if some bitch on the side of the road, was saying to the man behind her, come and fuck me, come and fuck me.
Having talked about my mom’s body, of course I have to talk about the face. A few wrinkles have started to appear at the corners of my mom’s eyes, but everything else is fine. My dad used to tell some of his close friends that my mom’s most attractive feature was her eyes, and yes, my mom’s eyes were particularly seductive, especially when she drunkenly looked at you with mesmerizing eyes.
The beginning of fantasies about my mother began when I was eleven years old. As some stories go, I walked in on my parents having sex in the living room. It hit me hard at the time, and for a while I couldn’t accept my parents because the image of them in my mind was shattered. Their faces were no longer kind, but hideous and lecherous.
That night, it was very hot, I was awakened in the middle of the night by the heat, suddenly I heard some noise outside in the living room, I opened the door, the noise became more obvious, as if someone was being strangled by the noise made. I picked up the fake knife hanging on the doorknob, stood on tiptoe, and walked quietly toward the living room. I saw two figures struggling, and as I was about to grab my fake knife and rush over to them, I saw by the light in the kitchen that it was my parents.
My mom’s upper body was sprawled out on the edge of the couch, and my dad was standing behind her, holding her by the waist, constantly pushing forward. Mom’s cheeks were red, some of her hair was on her face, and her mouth was slightly open as she kept gasping for air. Dad was behind her, his face looking grim as he slapped mom’s ass, and with each slap, mom would tilt her head back, “Ah….” Then dad would call mom a little bitch, something nasty.
Mom’s two breasts looked even rounder pressed against the side of the couch, and occasionally I could see erect nipples under the constant rocking. I stood in the corner and played with my bottom, not being able to bob up and down at that point, just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing. Soon after, I jumped at the sound of my dad’s low growl and ran quickly back to my room.
From that point on, I began to think of my mom as a woman rather than a family member, and began to hate my dad more and more; I always felt that he was the one who bullied my mom into hurting her. I spent my childhood fantasizing about my mom.
In middle school, under the teaching of my friends, I learned to masturbate, but also learned to play mind games. When going out as a family my mother dresses sexy and wears low-cut jumpsuits when I want my mom to help me get my shoes from the shoe closet, and then while she bends over to look at her cleavage, occasionally seeing the edge of her underwear gets me excited. Would also pretend to give her a hug, feel the squeeze of her breasts and steal the scent of her hair. And sometimes standing outside their door to eavesdrop on my mom’s gasps while jerking off.
Then again, they never had sex in the living room again after that, so maybe my dad knew I was peeking too.
My relationship with my dad was getting worse and worse and I was getting rebellious and one time I even fought with my dad. Mom was so scared that she separated the two of us and slapped me.
Dad didn’t come home that night either. That night, thinking it was my chance, I took my mom’s used panties in the bathroom and jerked off while sniffing her pussy. As I climaxed, I wrapped my panties tightly around my prick, as if mom’s pussy was gently sheathing me, and imagining it like that made me cum more and harder.
I made a cup of cereal, poured my freshly ejaculated semen into it, and took it to mom’s room. Once I came in, I saw my mom lying on her side on her bed in her black silk nightgown, her breasts were hanging to the side against the force of gravity because she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and her nipples were clearly erect, and the corner of her skirt was slightly pulled up because she was lying on her back, so you could vaguely see her white thighs. When I saw this picture, my penis, which had already softened, was stirring again. This image is the first time I saw, because my mom never wear pajamas in front of me, I think this is I drive away the bad man in the family heaven to give me benefits.
I stepped gingerly up to my mom, pulled my pants down to my knees, took out my cock and slowly reached for her mouth. I was so excited, I remember being a little on my feet at that point because the excitement was so great. Imagine how many guys get the chance to have their mom’s lips touch their penis, and that too in a sexy black silk nightgown. My cock wasn’t far from my mom’s lips, and I knew she was going to wake up at any moment, but there was a constant voice in my mind that said, ‘Just move it a little bit. Just move to just a little bit.’ Getting closer and closer, my concentration was at an all time high, I could feel mom’s breath on my cock, I could see her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and it was like I could see her stunning nipples through her nightgown. I was super excited.
From my point of view, the penis from the mother’s lips is only a piece of paper thickness of the distance, I just need to gently move a little can be touched. Suddenly, at this time mom moved a little, not move okay, because my penis and mom’s lips are very close to each other, mom moved, kissed on my glans. In an instant, I felt a soft thing on top of my glans, glans a squirming, I’m already about to ejaculate.
I forgot about the horrible consequences of my mom waking up to this image, I forgot about the insecurity of my situation right now. I just need to cum, I just need to orgasm. I grabbed the cup already filled with cereal and sperm, aimed it, massaged my cock a little and soon I was shooting a full load of sperm into the cup. It was then that I was able to look at my mom a little calmly, luckily she wasn’t awake yet, probably too tired from crying for so long earlier. After cumming and calming down, I had an even crazier idea.
I want to touch my mom’s breasts.
I wanted to touch my mom’s breasts, I wanted to touch the breasts that I had been looking at with my eyes for years. Opportunities like this don’t come along very often these days, and I must savor them. I put the cup away, and my mood, which had been somewhat calm, surged again.
I’m about to touch my mom’s breasts.
I’m about to touch my mom’s breasts.
I’m about to touch my mom’s breasts.
I’m about to touch my mom’s breasts.
I was about to touch my mom’s breasts.
I’m going crazy, I feel like my mind is about to explode. My hands go uncontrollably to my mom’s breasts, to just grab them, to feel that softness, to feel the weight. Mom, I love you.
I could see the veins in my hand writhing, and the closer I got to mom’s breast, the more my fingers trembled. Finally, finally I touched mom’s breast. Mom’s breasts jiggled a little from my touch, they were so soft, it seemed like I could be in the position to make them into any shape I wanted. I held my hand gently on the edge of mom’s breast, feeling that weight, so comfortable, so sensual, I could already feel my penis standing erect again and hard as iron.
Suddenly, mom rolled over. Frightened, I put my pants back on and then calmed down a bit, not daring to make any moves. I waited until mom fell asleep again before I breathed a sigh of relief. Only when my penis had regained its size did I push on mom’s back to wake her up. Mom was startled and relieved to see it was me. I knelt down directly beside the bed, then held the glass up high and asked my mom’s forgiveness. I remember my mom sitting up, rubbing my head and saying, “You know mommy loves you and daddy loves you.”
I nodded, I couldn’t say any more as mom sat up, but she forgot that she was wearing a skirt or she just didn’t care, anyway I could see her black panties through the bottom of her skirt along her pale thighs. The black panties were bulging as if they were wrapped around a small hill, and maybe I was blind, I could actually see a few strands of hair coming out of the side of the panties.
I felt my pants getting tighter and tighter and I casually said I had to go to the bathroom and escaped and left mom’s room. While leaving, I saw out of the corner of my eye that mom had finished her cereal in one gulp somehow, and looking at mom’s bulging throat, and thinking about mom eating my sperm, I shot my sperm right into my pants, luckily, mom was too late to see it.
The things I did to my mom became more and more perverted as I got older. I no longer felt satisfied with looking at my breasts through a collar or low-cut dress, and even if my mom had gotten a couple of shots of my sperm one after another later on, I didn’t feel aroused anymore. The only thing that was still okay was the occasional appearance of my mom’s sexy panties in the toilet basket, so I could take a shot. I wanted to possess my mom. I wanted to shove my cock in her pussy. With Mother’s Day coming up, it was time to plan. I had gotten a small vial of aphrodisiacs through some connections during college, and it seemed like it was time to put it to use.
A few days before Mother’s Day, I pretended to start talking to my dad in one sentence, and in another, and also mentioned that the three of us would be celebrating at home on Mother’s Day, having drinks and celebrating that I’d grown up. It’s going to grow up fast. Hee hee. Speaking of drinking, my mom was against it at first, but soon my dad spoke for me and mom only agreed. Looks like my few days of trying to cultivate feelings back is still good.
On Mother’s Day, my entire head was filled with thoughts of the night and my penis remained erect all day. The greatest use of panties is that they prevent us from having an erection that is too obvious. During class, it was very exciting to look at my tutor’s bulging breasts and think that my mom’s were almost in the bag. After class, when we got home, mom brought out the food and dad took out his newly purchased spirits, grabbed two glasses then poured them full.
“Son, come and drink!”
“Aiya, eat before you drink, drinking on an empty stomach hurts your stomach.”
Mom tries to take the cup out of Dad’s hand.
“Aiya, don’t you care, I’m happy today and so is my son, let’s not get drunk.”
After saying that, Dad finished the wine in his hand in one gulp. I’m sorry, Dad, it’s only you who’s drunk. I’ve got something to do tonight. Hee hee. The dishes on the table were untouched, but there were two more empty bottles of spirits. Dad was already very drunk, his face on the table, a wine glass in his hand, and his mouth kept calling out mom’s name.
“Suguru, I’m so happy.”
Mom held Dad’s hand and shook her head, but her face was full of happiness.
I’m so jealous.
“Look at your dad, he said he’d drink together, but he’s drunk himself and the food is getting cold. You don’t have to eat either, when we get your dad settled, we’ll both go out for dinner to celebrate my holiday. I’ll get hot towels.”
I nodded, smiled, and stood up to take Mom’s place, holding Dad’s hand.
Mom, don’t go out there. We have things to do.
After making sure Dad was asleep, I took out the small bottle I had hidden in my pocket and opened the cap. Picked up mom’s glass and gently poured some down. Mom, you don’t have to drink any more of my cum today. Hee hee.
“Len, come help me help your dad to his room.”
“Oh.”
Mom was still walking noiselessly, so I quickly put the cup back in its place. After helping Dad with the sheet, and a hot towel, Mom’s clothes were a bit disheveled. I forgot to mention what my mom was wearing. Because she attended a friend’s wedding in the afternoon, she came back and cooked the dishes hot without time to change, so she was still wearing the same set of clothes. She was wearing a beige one-piece dress with a V-neck that opened up to a little below her breasts, so part of her breasts could be seen. The jumpsuit was something like an evening dress, but modified to look more casual. The bottom half was tighter and could outline the curve of her waist all the way down to her thighs very clearly. Looking from the back, I couldn’t see any traces of panties because it was so tight, so I thought mom was either not wearing any or was just wearing a thong.
That being said, because my mom’s dress was a bit messy, the fabric covering her left breast got caught a bit when my dad’s hand moved, so the part of her breast that was exposed was even bigger, and I could see some tape-like edges sticking to my mom’s breasts.
“Mom, Dad was the one drinking earlier, now it’s our turn to have a drink before we both go out, okay?”
In order not to let my mom find out that her spring light is leaking, I hurriedly pulled my mom to walk back to the kitchen. Mom also did not doubt my straight said good.
“Mommy fuck (fuck).”
“Dry.”
Mom finished her drink in one gulp and was naughty enough to turn the glass over.
“Mommy took a bite out of it, to you.”
I looked at my mom with flushed cheeks and got even more excited.
The next step is to stall for time for the medicine to kick in. This one’s a little easier.
“Mom, I’m going to take a shower, I smell like sweat all over.”
“Okay, hurry up, the diner won’t even be open if you’re late.”
I turned on the shower and rinsed my cock, washing down a little of the sexual arousal that was about to explode. I turned my foreskin over and washed some of the white dirt off, look at you later, good buddy.
Almost fifteen minutes passed.
“Mom, can you get me a towel?”
Mom didn’t respond.
“Mom! I want a towel!”
That’s when I saw mom’s late arrival. I purposely opened the door all the way and waited for mom to show up, naked and with my rod erect. Soon, mom appeared in front of the bathroom door, her clothes even more disheveled, and the end of her skirt stuck to her thighs, so you could see a bit of her pink thong. Her cheeks were even redder and there was a little lipstick mark at the corner of her mouth? I pretended to be surprised that the door had been left open, and Mom saw my reaction before she noticed that I was unclothed, no, I was naked. Her eyes were a bit mesmerized (I told you that was the most attractive way to look at me) and they slowly moved from my upper body to my stomach and then down.
My mom finally got to see my majestic penis! I finally let my mom see my penis, the one that has grown hair! I can feel some clear liquid flowing from my glans already. Mom looked at my penis, and I seemed to… I think I saw my mom swallow a mouthful of saliva.
She forced herself to close her eyes, “Your towel, get out, I’m a little hungry.”
I watched my mom go a little weak-kneed, holding onto the wall as she left, her skirt finally slowly adjusting back to its original shape as she walked, as if the curtain was falling on a mini orgasm. The whole thing, to make a long story short, was actually only about three minutes, a minute and a half of which was spent with mom staring at my cock. I controlled my urge to shoot my load and put my baggy pants back on. Yes, put them on, and you could still see my cock sticking up a little tent in my pants. Judging from mom’s reaction earlier, the drug had already started working, so maybe mom had already started masturbating. Thinking of this, I quietly opened the bathroom door, trying not to make a sound, step, step towards the living room. There was no one in the living room, could it be in the room? The door to mom’s room was half hidden, I pushed it open a little.
A rush of heat washed over my head, and my glans, and I felt the clear liquid coming out of my glans, already wetting my pants. Mom was naked on her upper body, kneeling on the bed, her head working on Dad’s crotch. Mom’s spit was already wetting Dad’s pubic hair, and Dad’s cock still wasn’t getting any better. Of course, Dad was all still drunk, and I think semi-hard was the limit. Regardless of mom’s hand and mouth and deep-throating, dad still didn’t feel anything and his cock still fell over.
Mom, if you turn your head, you can see a working penis waiting for you. Oh.
I pushed the door to my room all the way open, “Mom…”
Mom’s body shuddered, her head tilted up, she moaned, and then slumped over Dad’s cock to catch her breath. Was it an orgasm? I just called out to mom and she had an orgasm? The drug was that powerful.
“Get out…” came Mom’s mosquito-like voice.
“Mom…”
“You get out!”
Mom sat up, pulled her sundress up over her breasts, and then blushed a little as she walked toward me.
I took a few steps forward and grabbed mom’s hand first, and I felt her shudder again, her legs clenching as if she had to pee, and then ahhh, dropping to the floor. My penis, just so coincidentally pressed against mom’s forehead. Mom’s body kept shaking, not the emotional kind of shaking, but rhythmic, wave after wave. When the trembling in her body ended, she frowned and pushed my cock away with her hand. Mom, you could have avoided my penis by just moving a little bit, why did you have to catch it in your hand? Could it be that you subconsciously need a penis?
I didn’t wait for Mom to let go of my cock as I bent over, put my hands through her armpits, and pulled her up as soon as I could.
“Mom, what’s wrong with you?”
Mom looked at me in ecstasy, and suddenly I felt the hand holding my cock through my pants get tighter and tighter, and finally move up and down a few times before letting go.
“You…” Mom gasped, “Get out…”
“We’re mother and son…no…no…”
Mom covered her face with her hands, stepped back and forth, then kicked the bed and fell on top of Dad. Her hips sat on Daddy’s soft rod. Within moments, she began grinding her ass against Daddy’s soft rod.
“Mom, I’m just going to stand here and watch and jerk myself off. Won’t interfere with you guys.”
Mom’s ass stopped moving when she heard my words, and after freezing for a moment, she stopped covering her face with her hands, avoided my eyes, and began to walk to the end of the bed with the one-piece dress halfway off her body. She once again surrounded Dad’s cock with the warmth of her mouth and then ripped off the stickers covering her nipples. I took the opportunity to take a few steps closer. Mom’s nipples had become even bigger than when I’d seen them before. The bumps on the areolas were more defined and grainy. Mom sensed my proximity and sucked Dad’s cock even harder. Watching the drool run down Dad’s rod and onto his pubic hair, I pulled my pants down and began to masturbate. “Mom, can I come closer?”
Mom’s body shuddered, her mouth still working, only her empty hands began to move to her breasts.
“Mom, I’m coming.”
Feeling me coming closer and closer, mom, who was sucking dad’s cock, suddenly looked at me. The movements in my hands also stopped immediately, did mom want it…? Mom looked at my penis, while sucking dad’s penis, her hands pinched her nipples.
“Mom, can I stand next to you? Watch you suck a dick?”
“Ah…”
Mom heard and ahhed again, her mouth stopped moving and her hands pinched her nipples hard. I took a big step and moved directly next to mom. Dad was still lying on the bed, the lower half of his body almost falling under the bed, mom was kneeling at the end of the bed, her head resting between dad’s legs, and I was standing on the side of mom, my cock facing her. Mom closed her eyes and her hands quietly covered her breasts. Mom, who had regained a little bit of her sanity after her orgasm, her shame, which had been about to disappear, was coming back little by little. But it was only shame, because I could see that Mom’s ass was already a little watery, and her legs were not only clenching but also rubbing each other.
Mom was a little nervous as she felt my penis not far from her.
“Mom, I still need to see you use your mouth on Daddy’s cock. My cock hasn’t ejaculated yet.”
Mom seemed indifferent, but at the word penis, her hands clenching her breasts betrayed her. I purposely said dad’s penis, my penis in a very revealing way, and sure enough mom seemed to hold back a bit when she heard it. She kept her hands pushing her sundress down, all the way down to her knees, revealing the pink thong underneath. Maybe she still had a little bit of sense and reserve, knowing that once she stood up and took her one-piece dress off, it would be like automatically undressing and exposing her body in front of her own son. So, after pushing the dress down to her knees, mom took a deep breath, held her hands on her dad’s thighs, and once again took her soft cock into her mouth.
Unlike the blowjob from earlier, mom’s technique of simply gulping down her cock because of my presence began to change and become more varied, occasionally she would use her tongue to lick and flick the glans, and occasionally she would use her hands to fondle her testicles. Mom’s breasts were also moving from side to side as if they were pendulums because of her hard oral sex, and I almost cummed watching it.
“Mom, can I touch your breasts?”
Without waiting for my mom to answer, I stood behind her and shoved my cock between her feet, then held the bottom edge of her breasts with both hands, then slowly pushed them back down to the center, her nipples seeming like they were not falling over, crushing and bouncing back into my hands. The excitement of my son groping his own breasts from behind, my son’s cock in contact with his own soaking wet pussy, and my husband’s cock in his mouth, was enough to push mom into a higher level of excitement, a higher level of pleasure. Mom didn’t struggle at all, her panties did nothing to stop the pleasure of my cock rubbing against her pussy, so intermittent moans began to hum out of her mouth.
“Mmm…mmm…ahhhh…”
“Mom, I’ll take your panties off oh.”
After saying that, I hooked the sides of my panties with my hands and slowly pulled them down. Finally, I could see very clearly what mom’s pussy looked like. The full pussy glistened, the pubic hair on the side of the pussy turned into a mishmash because of the humidity, and mom’s vaginal opening opened and closed, as if saying to me, come on. The two petals of the labia minora were deep red, as if they were coated with the most popular lipstick, and clung to the labia majora. Mom’s vaginal opening had no taste, I couldn’t help but finger the labia minora a little bit, and said on my lips, “This is the place that gave birth to me out oh.”
Mom suddenly yelled, “Ah! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want a hard cock! Son, I want your cock!”
Finally, the constant verbal stimulation, and the growing physical pleasure, made me, the mom, stop being reserved and cry out the most primal desires of her heart. I got on my knees and positioned my mom’s constantly swaying ass. I suddenly felt a little guilty as my prick fumbled at the opening of my mom’s pussy. Looking at my mom, who was wiggling her ass like a bitch and panting out of her mouth, I was suddenly confused as to whether or not I should continue. Maybe I just need to get up and guide my mom’s backward ass, then I can easily physically possess my beloved mom, but I kind of want to run away from the battle. Even though I had planned everything, and I thought I could easily re-enter the place where I was born, I hesitated, looking at my drunken father, and at the wedding picture of my parents hanging on the wall in my mother’s room.
The way Dad thought I had made up with him and was happy, and the way Mom watched me talking and laughing with Dad and was relieved, kept replaying in my head. Mom’s pussy lips were grinding into me so hard, all I had to do was push through those lips and I would get my biggest wish in years. Mom’s pussy still continued to ooze, making my glans glisten as well. But my cock, which had been excited until a moment ago, began to soften a little.
“Fuck me, Len…fuck mom…fuck Sugarfoot…”
Sugafu…Sugafu…
. That’s right. Besides being my mom, she’s also Sugaw. I’m gonna fuck Sugaw. I’m going to fuck that slutty Suga. My softening cock hardened again and I pushed up hard, my cock drove through the layers of folds and pushed right up to the opening of my womb, my mom and I let out simultaneous cries of joy. Mom’s vagina suddenly tightened and then shuddered as I felt a hot stream surround my glans. Mom, another orgasm.
Mom’s head was bobbing and her mouth seemed to be saying no, no, stick it in me again stick it in me, and in a fit of excitement I grabbed my mom’s hair, forcing her to have to tilt her head back, and then started slamming her hips.
“Uhhhh… ah… Ahhhhhh… don’t… ah…”
With this kind of excitement, how could I possibly be able to hold back that long without ejaculating, in fact, I had already ejaculated once during my mom’s orgasm, but my prick hadn’t softened so I could continue to pump my mom’s plump pussy. The room was filled with my mom’s moans and the sound of our flesh colliding. Every time I slammed into my mom’s hips once, those two flaps of ass flesh would continue to shake and stimulate me in my vision. I was in one position, as if I were a robot, constantly going in and out until mom’s voice was also hoarse and she had several orgasms, and I was still slamming away. I was a beast, and mom could only snort in response to my efforts by the end of the day, only gasping for air.
I hadn’t planned the ending, my plan didn’t pick up when I got to penetration. I wondered if Dad was going to wake up yet, when he saw Mom climaxing over and over again in my crotch, the aftermath of her arousal on her face, both breasts being squeezed and the flesh of her buttocks reddened and swollen, and most importantly, I was his son. His son was riding his wife, how would he react? I don’t know, all I know is that my whole body was full of pleasure, all mom had to do was uh-huh and I was so turned on that I seemed to cum a couple of times, and my cock was still hard, as if I had taken Viagra. I ignored the consequences, I could have cleaned up the mess before my dad woke up and then mom became my sex slave, having sex when she could.
The pleasure builds up in my glans again and I cum again.
The penis still hadn’t softened and Mom seemed to pass out.
I’ll keep doing it.
And then?
I don’t know.