He comes home late, often not likely to go to bed until the wee hours of the morning, and looks tired most of the time.
My dad is definitely a hard working and responsible person who always puts 110% of his energy and time into his work. But there is no shortage of money in our family and I really don’t understand what he’s doing working all day long but not having time to enjoy life.
At home, Dad was becoming more and more superfluous, he and Mom were becoming more and more out of sync, and Dad was out of the loop on almost everything Mom cared about. Their sex life had in fact ceased to exist. However, Mom was a woman who loved sex (as I later learned), and for the first few months, Mom used to try to arouse Dad sexually. Sometimes she would dress up very sexily and wait until very late in the evening until Dad came home, but Dad always disappointed her, which she couldn’t blame him for because he was just too tired to do anything else. By the afternoon, he was always too busy getting ready for his evening shift to care about mom. Occasionally, on Sundays, he would come to work, but it was only in a hurry. Gradually Mom gave up and became quiet and difficult to get along with, and of course Dad, who was too busy working, didn’t realize it.
To be fair, if you pay a little attention, you will realize that my mom is actually a very beautiful woman. And I’m not talking about the small, pretty, simple-minded women that are so popular these days. My mother is not short, 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighing 140 pounds, with round and firm breasts, full and curvy hips, firm and firm buttocks, round and full thighs, well-curved calves, neat ankles, deep dimples in her cheeks when she smiles, a strong nose and bright mouth, bright dark brown eyes and loose wavy tawny hair, giving people a stunning feeling, especially for me. especially for me. The only reason for this detailed description is to tell you that my mom is a great beauty and wherever she goes, she is the center of attention.
As for myself – the last member of this family. At the time, I was just a junior in high school, a good student in the traditional sense of the word, excelling in my class, and, at the same time, an outstanding athlete, especially enjoying playing football and being a member of the varsity team. I was 5’11”, 175 pounds, muscular and fit, and I was the second fastest runner on the team. However I have some problems with socializing, for example I hate making boring conversations with people, I get overwhelmed with girls and don’t know what to say, and even though I have a strong desire for the opposite sex I tend to hide this yearning in myself.
I have also had my share of experiences with the opposite sex, having had a total of two girlfriends.
The first girl was the type of woman who just wanted to dominate men and boss them around, she always looked at me this way and that during the days of our relationship and thankfully I soon grew tired of hanging out with her. I’ll admit she was a great kissing partner, the only thing I had an inkling of was that she liked to cuddle, but I never wanted to dabble in the world of what was going on inside her shorts. Now that she was married to a lowlife who liked to whip her with a belt from time to time, it certainly wasn’t her turn to dictate his life.
The second was a shy very short girl, at least for me. It took me a long time to teach her to kiss, and even though she learned by heart, seemed to like me, and slowly learned to enjoy embracing kisses, she was still very sensitive. As soon as I got carried away and touched her breasts, she would immediately let out a scream and threaten to tell her parents. We had no choice but to end our relationship. Then one of the playboys at our school got his hands on her, and soon she became a slut to be fucked by anyone who came to her.
At one point, she hinted that if I wanted her, she’d be happy to cooperate, but I was no longer interested in any part of her body, and I wasn’t going to waste my passion and semen for a woman who was all man’s fault.
Okay, enough rambling, let’s get back to the book.
I, a bloodthirsty young teenager, not exactly unattractive, had to resort to masturbation to get rid of the many unsatisfactory aspects of the sexes. And my mom, a beautiful woman with a strong libido, was neglected by her husband who was too busy working. I often come up with a lot of whimsical, realistic and vivid sexual fantasies, and the most frequent fantasies are about my beautiful and sexy mom. Imagine having a husband and father away from home most of the time, leaving two lonely, horny people to spend the night together, and you have a very obvious solution – very obvious indeed, that is – incest (if you approve of such behavior). couldn’t be more natural.
But sometimes, things are always unimaginable.
I am in favor of incest, or at least think so, I don’t think incest is an immoral thing, in the traditional idea, incest is condemned, but I think that in the family relationship, the relationship between parents and children is closer than any other people, the blood relationship makes them rely on each other, and it is inevitable for them to have a good feeling for each other, and it’s not impossible to develop further into a sexual relationship. Seriously, I thought about it, but I never thought it would really happen, although in my dreams I had done it countless times with my beautiful mom, and I was eagerly looking forward to the day when my dream would come true. But when it came time to put it all into practice, I was out of ideas. I spent a long time observing, thinking, and finally came to an incredible conclusion: my mom had actually always been interested in me – sexually.
After realizing this, though not quite sure, I decided to go on the offensive. Everything started so naturally and slowly, from simple flirtations with premeditation to subtle teasing of each other. I knew that mom wasn’t feeling very good about herself and was even doubting her attractiveness, all because of dad’s coldness towards her. So I started trying to cheer her up by giving her compliments and making her realize how beautiful and attractive she was to her son. At first I was clumsy, often not getting the words right, and often blushing from saying the wrong thing, but mom was always quick to understand what I meant, and I could tell she liked it, she knew I was sincere, and even though my words didn’t sound as grand as those spoken by orators, she could fathom the meaning hidden behind them. With each compliment, I became more eloquent and sweet-talking, and as a result I was often rewarded with a warm hug from my mom.
I started to spend more time at home with my mom, soothing her who was left out by her husband, and we talked about everything. From our conversations, I learned about my mom’s life experiences when she was young, all her interests, hobbies and dreams. My mom is no longer as high and distant from me as she used to be, but as she is now, she is so close to me, like an interesting friend, and deeply attracted to me. I found that I could talk about anything to her, even things I never dared to say in front of others.
Honestly, even though I used to go to the movies and play games with a bunch of my friends, I never really had any friends in the true sense of the word. And now, my mom has become my closest best friend, and I’m both confused and content with that relationship. We watch TV together, play cards, and occasionally go out for dinners or concerts. From time to time, I helped my mom with chores, cooking or cleaning dishes, and even did her laundry. However, I had always had an extremely strong desire for her body, and this desire was increasing day by day, and I could only barely suppress this unhealthy desire by frequent masturbation and making crazy love to her in my dreams. I had wanted to spy on my mom in the shower, but her bathroom was in her room, and unless she showered with the door open, I had no chance. Yet every day I was confronted with my mature, sexy mom, I felt my self-control rapidly diminishing, and I was getting closer to the edge of collapse. But on the other hand, I appreciated the closest friendship we had now.
I could also sense that my mother appreciated me as a companion, that she seemed to be more relaxed and happy and more in love with life than she had been in the past, and that she seemed reluctant to talk about her growing estrangement from my father and had given up trying to make an effort to make it work again. From time to time, she mentioned to me her experiences with her father, from the time they met, to the time they fell in love, and finally to the time they were united, indirectly, subtly and implicitly making me realize that she had lost the sex life they had shared and loved. Whenever this happened, she always shook her head gently, looking melancholy, and told me how much she wished she had someone to comfort her and talk to. Every time this happened, I almost blurted out, “Mom, let me take Dad’s place and stay with you?” But every time the words reached the tip of my tongue, I swallowed them again. I’m so hard on my cowardice, I’m so useless.
Now mom is back to caring about her appearance. She’s started using makeup again like she used to, wearing funky hairstyles, and paying attention to what she wears. Often it was washed-out jeans and a loose blouse, sometimes a tight, short T-shirt, as if to show off to me her dazzlingly beautiful thighs and furiously protruding, voluptuous, tantalizing breasts and her body’s buoyant curves. Later, when the weather warmed up and summer came, she wore very daring and revealing golf skirts, which I had never seen her wear before. It all tickled me, especially when I caught a glimpse of her white panties.
Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to praise her, sometimes quite liberally and carnally, but honestly, I appreciated the changes in her from the bottom of my heart, and Mom obviously reveled in my praise even more, and would take the opportunity to cuddle with me to show her kudos. Mom was becoming more and more inclined to use her body to suggest to me how much she loved her son. This game of if-and-when was going on, and it mesmerized me. Each cuddle made my arousal grow hotter and hotter like the summer sun.
Our hugs became more and more frequent and I became more and more eager for the future, and something in between was something I had never experienced before, I was no longer a child. Every morning when I went to school I would hug my mom goodbye and when I came home from school I was greeted with another warm hug and we would hug and say good night and good morning to each other. I get a hug when I greet her and another warm hug when I help her with her chores.
Gradually kissing was added to hugging. At first we were limited to a dabbing kiss on the cheek, but it soon evolved into heavy kissing and finally into mouth-to-mouth contact naturally. So I began to actively seek out opportunities to get those kisses I’d been dreaming of, instead of just sitting around waiting for them to come. For example, when I was clearing the table after dinner, I would take the opportunity to put my arms around my mom and give her a kiss, then tell her how sweet it was. When she was trying on new clothes, I would put on a serious observing face and then come with a whistle of envy, wrap my arms around her tightly and deliver a monkey kiss. Over time, these kisses grew tender and sweet. I think Mom and I would have looked like a very happy couple if we hadn’t each slept in our own beds.
My love for my mom was growing every day, and my desire for her tantalizing body was getting stronger.
You might think that my mom would make her love for me clear, but unfortunately that never happened. I could only rely on observation, speculation, and physical contact to figure out, test, and feel my mom’s love, and if I misinterpreted her meaning and acted rashly only to be kicked out of bed by her, guess what would happen? A woman’s heart is the most elusive, the good thing is that mom gave me a lot of hints, but I’m not sure which hints may bring me good luck. However, mom gradually stopped covering up and hiding her sexy and charming body.
She would often wear a semi-transparent robe in the morning, and also made a habit of bending over so that her full breasts would be visible, or so that I could dimly see her snug undergarments underneath. I could clearly see her erect nipples, and sometimes I could even see her dark pubic hair through her thin silk dress. Sometimes when I passed by her bedroom at night to look for food in the kitchen, I could see her alone in her pajamas. And these silk pajamas obviously couldn’t hide her body, I could clearly see the beautiful curves of my mom’s body. It was so moving! It’s good to be alive! It’s not really soul-crushing, but it’s nice to feast my eyes on it. (II)
Twice I’ve seen my mom completely naked when she clearly intended for me to see it.
Once when I came back from school and went up the stairs, my footsteps were a little louder, not sneaking up the stairs anyway, and then my mom suddenly appeared in the aisle at the top of the stairs, naked, with her full breasts and thick, hairy pussy fully exposed to me. I was taken aback, and my eyes couldn’t help but stare at her proudly erect breasts and overgrown pussy.
But mom looked more “surprised” and said, “Oh, I didn’t know you were home.” She didn’t seem to be in a hurry to cover herself up, but instead turned around in a flirtatious manner so that my lustful eyes could take in her stunning ass before slowly walking back into the room.
On another occasion, the bathroom door was open, and I walked in to find my mom in there, freshly undressed and naked, obviously planning to take a shower. For a moment I was so embarrassed that I stammered a quick apology and then slipped out of the bathroom, blushing.
“It’s okay, honey,” Mom didn’t look offended, “I forgot to close the door.” It was nice that she wasn’t trying to hide her desire for sex anymore! I was very pleased with what I saw. The only odd thing in this case was that there was also a separate bathroom in the parents’ room where mom had always showered in the past.
As I said, mom started wearing very short golf skirts (she didn’t like to play golf), but only at home and after dad went out. The other day she was wearing one of these short skirts that just barely covered her buttocks, and when she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed, and her white panties were always visible – always white, I noticed. Mom was becoming less and less conscious of her sitting position as she sat across from me, her thighs would sometimes be open, and at other times her knees would be up and her legs would be parted, giving a full view of what was underneath her skirt, as if unaware that her son’s lustful eyes were shooting flames of desire across the room. The white panties came in and out of my field of vision, just a glimpse, but it was enough for me to get a good look at the style of the panties, which were sheer, high-waisted white panties that allowed you to clearly see the sinuous black crossover points that were so desirable.
I stared greedily at the dazzling black area, suddenly my mom seemed to see through me as if she gave me a sassy and flirtatious glare, causing me to be startled, but it seemed that she didn’t get angry, instead she sat down next to me, staring at me wistfully and tenderly caressing my head with her hand. A familiar and unfamiliar scent of a woman’s body drifted into my nose, and all of a sudden it made my whole body tremble with excitement. I just hoped that mom really did desire me and could make me get what I wanted. Mom was so close to me, almost within reach, that I wanted to suddenly crush her underneath me, but at this point I was at a loss as to what I should do next. If I made a move on my mom, only to find out that it was just wishful thinking on my part, it would probably ruin the good relationship that I had worked so hard to build with my mom, and I didn’t want that to happen. After all, she’s my mom, and there’s no way I could morally do anything bad to her unless mom initiated it or made a further intimate move.
(Later, I learned that she was also very conflicted at the time, and had been trying to restrain herself from going beyond that one step that could have changed our lives forever.)
Nothing happened on this day, and I was a little disappointed, but also relieved. I longed for a breakthrough, but feared it.
Another night, I was lying on top of the carpet watching TV, casually placing the newspaper I had finished reading on the floor beside me, when my mom came over to me and tried to pick out a few to read. She was bent over, half-kneeling on the floor, her back to me, her legs spread apart, her plump ass right in my reach. She was wearing a short golf skirt, and her white panties were too much to wrap around her tight ass. Through the sheer white panties, I could clearly see the outline of her two plump labia. Just as I was staring at them lost in thought, imagining the wonderful feeling of rubbing and grinding them with my rod, I suddenly realized that my mom was looking at me through the gap between her legs with a wry smile. I immediately turned my head away as if electrocuted and blushed. Mom did not say anything, as if nothing had happened, continued to read the newspaper, while I was like a thief from time to time glancing at my mom’s wonderful place, until she finished reading the newspaper, sat back on the couch. At this time I realized that she is holding back not to laugh out, as if very happy look, it turned out that the mother had a premeditated, just cheap I’m the nest of spectators.
When it came time to say goodnight to each other, Mom’s kisses were especially tender and lingering, taking twice as long as her usual kisses, almost catching up with the heat of a lover’s kiss, and I could have sworn her tongue tentatively came out twice. It seemed like she was reluctant to part with me, and I was certain she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but I backed off. I was terrified that once things got off the ground, they would be unmanageable. Although in my dreams, I could do anything in bed with my mom, I wouldn’t begrudge her giving her everything I had, and she would reciprocate, including her passion and even her body. But in real life, I can’t, and I’m not entirely sure what my mom has in mind yet. Ah, my dreams! I was about to go crazy. That night, I jerked off all night alone.
The next morning I got up and took a shower, surprisingly refreshed, and as I was shaving I heard my dad driving away. It was Saturday, and I knew he wouldn’t be back tonight because he had a long meeting to deal with at nine o’clock the next morning. Dad is so pathetic. After shaving, I went down to breakfast. Mom came in soon after, wearing another short golf skirt (I knew that must have been on her after Dad went out) and a T-shirt that didn’t have a bra on underneath.
My God, she looked so hot and steamy and I was in just a pair of shorts at this point, it was unbearable, my rod was starting to get out of my conscious control. She made me my favorite pancakes and I sat down. She held up the pan with the crepes inside and came to my right hand side and put the crepes on my plate.
Everything was so natural, there was no trace of artifice at all, and I slipped my right hand between her legs and tenderly stroked the insides of her thighs. She snapped to attention and stared into my eyes, her dark brown eyes suddenly radiating with blinding lust, so I knew what I had to do next.
As if electrified, the sensation of running my fingers over my mom’s soft, satin-smooth skin was wonderful. We were frozen for a few moments at the same time, both waiting for what was going to happen next.
Well, what’s done is done, I’ve broken the ice, pierced the thin layer of paper between us, and I have no choice but to move forward. At this point, if I still retreat as in the past, I am not a man. So I began to stroke up and down mom’s soft inner thighs, and then slowly and gradually from the knee up to the intersection of the roots of the thighs. Mom’s breath immediately caught, but she still didn’t stop me, but slowly, slowly put the pan holding the pancakes on the table, and didn’t mean to leave me, just stood there and let me caress her flesh. Eventually she couldn’t hold back any longer, and circled her arms tenderly around my neck so that mine was pressed against her left breast, panting rapidly, and I guessing that she had some fear of what was about to happen as well.
For a long time, I just patted and caressed mom’s attractive thighs while she just tenderly wrapped her arms around my neck. My left hand also pressed down on mom’s thigh, both hands caressing her thigh together. My left hand slowly crept upwards along the outside of mom’s thigh and soon I reached the height of her usual panties, but surprisingly the touch was incredibly soft and warm skin. My left hand continued to roam around her hips and it finally dawned on me that mom wasn’t wearing any panties at all!
Unable to handle my touch, mom let out a moan while pressing my head firmly against her soft, firm breasts.
My right hand was not idle and began to advance deeper into the inner part of mom’s thigh, very carefully approaching the target zone that I had been pining for day and night. Mom hastily shifted her right leg and spread her thighs so as to facilitate the exploration of her baby boy’s eager hand.
I tentatively put my hand up to my mom’s pussy, where it touched was soft pubic hair, a little further forward my hand touched my mom’s pussy, so I gently and tenderly stroked my mom’s warm, wet pussy lips, the feeling at that moment was as if I had arrived at a place that had once been very familiar to me. I swear, from the day I was born until now, never thought there would be a day when I could caress my own mother’s pussy like a lover, it was only a patent in my dreams.
Everything is like a dream.
As if in response to me, a violent shudder immediately ran through my mother’s body as my hand brushed against her pussy, and then she suddenly and quickly pulled off her T-shirt and turned her body squarely towards me, pulling her obstructing golf skirt violently over her head and pressing my face violently against her naked, soft, and perky tits while my hands continued to move with great vigor on my mother’s tantalizing flesh. My left hand teased her pussy lips while my right hand rubbed her ass hard. All I seemed to have left was instinct.
I flipped both of her pussy lips open and stuck my finger inside, which was already wet and dripping with lust.
Mom gasped uncontrollably while guiding my mouth to lick her nipple. Without having to be instructed by her, I consciously flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth over mom’s playfully erect nipple, gently nibbled on the root of it with my teeth, and then feverishly sucked and nibbled on mom’s plump, high breasts.
Mom obviously couldn’t stand the smallest movement of my fingers underneath her, and her hips began to rhythmically sway from side to side in protest of my illegal intrusion. Her cunt had become so lubricated that the entry and exit of my fingers was not met with a single obstacle.
Finally, Mom couldn’t contain her physical urges and couldn’t help but scream out, “God, it’s so wonderful, honey! Don’t stop, don’t ……”
Heaven forbid, I pressed on with no intention of stopping, only the thought of going further, a thought that was already driving me crazy.
My mouth greedily sought back and forth between the peaks as my fingers continued to tease my mom’s pussy.
“Oh …… oh …… God!” Mom moaned, her body seeming to melt, trembling with this continued passion.
“Oh …… oh oh …… God! Good …… good …… honey! Oh …… ahhhh …… so …… beautiful!”
If you’ve never had the experience of sticking your fingers inside your mom’s pussy or pressing your face against her naked breasts, I can guarantee you’ve never even tried the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world.
Oh, my rod can’t hold back any longer, it’s about to burst through my shorts.
That’s when mom suddenly left the table and dragged me.
“Come on, baby!” She ordered, “Take off your pants!”
At the same time, she quickly unzipped her short skirt and pulled it off, while I peeled off my extra shorts as fast as I could ever peel them off, revealing my ugly, upturned, hot, thick rod.
“Oh God, what a big one!”
She looked surprised at the thickness and length of my rod as she took hold of it and pulled me hard against the counter. But she quickly turned around, leaning against the counter, her back to me, and sent her blooming ass toward my eyes. “Here, baby,” she said with some urgency, “Come on! Come on and stick it in mommy from behind.”
I stayed looking at my mother’s beautiful, snow-white, plump ass with awe, and I swear I wanted to do what she told me to do a hundred thousand times, but how was I supposed to do it when I’d never seen a woman’s pussy before, had no idea how it was constructed, and hadn’t even penetrated my rod into any of the girls from the front, much less from the back?
Mom once again reached back and grabbed my rod.
“Come on, baby!” She urged, “I want your rod in me right now!”
She bent her upper body over the counter and lifted her ass up, urging me to hurry.
I couldn’t care less. I stepped between her wide-open legs, righted my rod, aimed it at her ass balls, and thrust forward with a clench of my teeth, and very unexpectedly my rod entered my mother’s pussy without incident.
God, what does it feel like?
I felt the warm walls of my mom’s flesh tighten around my rod, so excited I practically jumped out of my skin.
“Baby, push in,” Mom called out, “I need your big stick to fuck Mommy hard.”
So I pushed in with my rod while mom arched her ass back until my rod was completely buried in her juicy, lovely pussy.
“Oh …… it’s so beautiful, baby!” Mom murmured, “Fuck me, fuck me harder ……Fuck your mommy with your big, kissing rod ……”