My mom.

(i) Between mother and child

My name is Jimmy, I am thirty-three years old and my mom is fifty-five. I thought long and hard before I resolved to write about our relationship.

For the record, as a kid, as a teenager, never had any evil thoughts about her. I know a lot of you think every kid grows up thinking about his mom. I didn’t.

Really, I haven’t spied on her, never lusted after her underwear or any of those things that women keep close.

However, my “sexual interest” was big, maybe too big. I’ve had girlfriends since I was sixteen, and sex has been a major event in my life. I did it when I was young, and I don’t change it now.

Tell me about my mom, who is still my dad’s wife. Dad is fifty-nine years old and retired. They live a quiet life. Dad likes to stay at home, sometimes with friends.

Mom was always there for him, didn’t make up her own mind, she did whatever Dad said. In the eyes of the world, they were a good couple. It’s not a lie, but, as I realized later, at Mom’s age, she still wanted a little more of everything, called life a little more exciting, I guess.

What she wanted, she found in me.

I still don’t understand how she was able to hide the other side of herself so well for so many years. She told me that she had never been an out-of-the-wall woman, and that I was the third man who had slept with her.

Yeah, I slept with my mom and it was a regular thing. Except for me, she had a fling before she got married and then married my dad, that’s all.

Thinking you know a little bit more about her, you might bring up two or three things she told me. She told me that her sex life was originally good. By the time she had my brother and me, it was quite satisfactory. In the last ten or eight years, the sex life has become bland and boring, a thousand different things, only occasional.

In contrast, the sex with me was first class awesome! This is not me bragging about myself, but she said it. She went on to tell me that since starting this relationship with me, she feels more open and self-confident than ever before, enjoying every second of her life. A woman who is nourished by love and has a great sex life can see it on her face. Mom always had a sweet smile on her face, letting people know she was a happy woman.

Well, let me tell you what my mom looks like. She’s 170 centimeters tall, not fat or thin, she’s obsessed with bodybuilding, slimming and all that stuff, and her body is pretty well maintained, and I can’t think of the right words to describe her body physique, and my Chinese language skills are terrible. If you’ve seen her body, you’ll understand what I’m talking about.

I’m sorry, you can’t see it. I’m the only one who can. Envy me. I have a “positive” mom.

Her hair was blonde (not dyed, but natural), straight and shoulder-length. Her boobs were “awesome.”

(Hong Kong word for wonderful). The two breast globes are round and large, and naturally droop slightly. Both arms and legs are smooth and slippery, with no visible veins.

Buttocks all round, simple arc made of grooves, occasionally bending over and squatting when the light, revealing a little bit, will take your soul from this small seam into her panties inside. Kitten well have two thick labia, and not a young girl, but you want it to be as tight as possible. The pubic mound should also have blonde pubic hair.

I forgot to mention that she has a cute face and a big mouth. She has a lot of strengths that can only be appreciated when she’s naked, don’t mistake her for some posh girl, she’s a no-nonsense housewife, and normally, she wouldn’t look out of place on the street when she walks by you, just an ordinary wife. But once you get her into bed, it’s a different kind of scenery.

She’s both virtuous and wild enough, and she’s willing!

(II) First trip to Wushan Our first time started like this ……

It was a grotesque situation and there was no premeditation. I didn’t, and neither did she. I hadn’t thought about her before, I swear. I’m a normal guy, too normal to think I could turn my mom into my sex partner? And that day, when we finally went to Witch Mountain together, and had real ecstasy with her, it was because I was thick-skinned enough and bold enough. When you get a chance, you take it, and if you stick with it, you get it! It started in early September, two thousand and three.

It was a Wednesday and Thursday day to go home for dinner and visit both parents. Dad asked me to accompany mom to a wedding on Saturday.

When my cousin got married, my mom wanted to go to the wedding. It was Dad’s custom not to go because he was afraid of socializing and preferred to stay home. Auntie’s parents live far away, so it’s a day’s drive.

Normally, I wouldn’t be so dutiful and willing to serve. Unfortunately, I fell out of love and went two weeks without my girlfriend, a record. I know that at weddings, you will meet women who are empty and lonely and “hate to get married”. Since we were going to another city, it was good to get away. We opened a room in the hotel, thinking that if we were lucky enough to get a girl, we wouldn’t have to sleep alone.

I put these two things together and struck a wishful thinking. A promise to start the journey. It was actually a day’s walk to get there, and starting for the meeting the same day would be too tiring upon arrival. So, it was decided to leave at noon on Friday and expect to drive until the afternoon and find a hotel for the night.

It was a clear, sunny, hot day. All we talked about on the road was weddings. My mother even told me that I had reached the age of marriage and should have thought about it long ago. I told her not to think about it. At around 7:00 p.m., I told her I was sleepy and couldn’t drive any longer, so I asked her to keep an eye out for hotels on the road. Five minutes later, we saw the first hotel parked right there.

It was a small hotel and the man behind the counter said there were two rooms. One had a double bed and the other triple room had three single beds. I wanted to take both, but mom said to take the one with the three single beds. She said, why pay for two rooms when all we need is a bed to sleep in.

She went to take a shower first, I paid for it and carried my luggage along with her into the room. I also took a shower and the two of us went to a nearby restaurant for dinner and shared a bottle of wine.

None of us were drunk, but the wine told us to relax. The trip called us tired, and around nine o’clock we decided to go back to our rooms.

Back in my room, I sat on my bed. My bed was near the closet where I kept all my luggage. Mom went over to the closet, close to me, and took a robe from her suitcase and unbuttoned her shirt. She also had a skirt and sandals on. I should explain here that since I was a kid at home, we were used to seeing each other in our underwear, that was usual, but I had never seen Mom naked.

Back on topic, she took off her shirt and left her bra (black) on. I didn’t want to stare at her boobs, so I turned around to take off my shoes and socks. Mom came in front of me, still wearing her bra, and asked me to scratch her back for her. Following her instructions, I scratched her itchy spots, and I heard her moan in enjoyment. Seeing how much she was enjoying herself, I said to her, “Sit down, sit here, I know what you need”. We sat on the bed and I massaged her back.

At this very moment, this close to the front of the person, not in the scope of my consideration of the woman, suddenly and her electricity. The eyes light up, in front of the very little to wear very little mom, only bra and panties (are not sexy and seductive kind of style), turned out to be a very attractive woman.

I would never have looked at her like that before. Her blonde hair brushing against my arm, her soft moans, the scent of her body and her silky skin, and that black lace bra, and panties, all of it could call my cock hard on the spot.

The idea that I could do that with her flashed through my mind and I almost cum.

You would imagine that I would have jumped right in and made love to her. I didn’t do that. At that moment, I did nothing; it wasn’t sex, it was rape. I continued to massage her as if nothing had happened, as if my heart was in the right place, caressing her neck and bare back above the shoulder straps, until she thanked me and told me, enough.

I remembered that as a child, when I was around her, she would put on her nightgown in front of me, and then underneath it, with a deft womanly gesture, she would remove her bra.

I thought she would still wear a robe and take off her bra in the same way, but she asked me to undo the clasp of her bra for her, reasoning that she was too tired to do it herself. I did as I was told and unfastened it for her. She stood up and held the bra in place on her breasts with both hands to keep it from falling off. Running to the corner of the closet where there was a chair, her robe rested on the back of the chair.

I expected her to grab her robe and walk into the bathroom to change. But, she turned her back to me and took off her bra right there. The moment she was about to put the robe on, I spoke.

I don’t know where I got the courage to say those words, and probably blurted them out precisely because I didn’t even think about it.

The words were naturally on my lips, I was mesmerized by her silhouette, and the hypnotic effect of her every move of her hand called me, without knowing it, to say to her, “Don’t wear a nightgown.”

She heard me, took her robe, and stood frozen. For a moment, asked me what I had just said to her.

With her back still turned to me, I could only see the outline of her bare back and the side of her breasts, but not her expression.

I thought to myself, I need to take advantage of this moment and make a go of it, otherwise the opportunity will pass and I will regret it. I walked over to her and whispered in her ear, in a very calm tone of voice, asking her to turn around and face me, I wanted to see her breasts.

She froze, unable to speak for a long time. When she spoke, her voice trembled. Said, “Jimmy, I’m your mom! Why did you do that?”

“Don’t you trust me?” I said.

“Of course I trust you. However, I don’t understand why you want me to.” She said.

“I don’t know. I just want to see your body. Is that okay?” I told her.

She stood there for a few seconds that seemed like centuries to me. Then she slowly turned around. Stood there, looking embarrassed, both hands covering her breasts.

I waved to her to follow me. I sat on the bed and waited for her. After a little hesitation, she came over and stood in front of me.

I told her to move both hands away, and after a moment’s wait, she moved her hands away slightly, and the tips of her mesmerizing breasts and areolas appeared at first glance between her fingers. There it was, right in front of my heels, and for the first time in my life I saw a pair of her breasts head-on, looming in full view.

Those breasts were round, large and full of milk. It was important to remember that she was fifty-five years old, not a girl of two or eight, and her breasts were inevitably slightly flabby.

But her breasts were beautiful, and if I had to describe the beauty of her breasts in one word, I’d say they were a pair of motherly breasts, not unlike the firm, youthful breasts of my girlfriends.

I wanted to touch them right away. I was afraid that I would scare Mom by touching her breasts just like that, so I slowly lifted my hand and moved it slowly so that she would realize that I wanted to touch her and would be touching her.

My fingertips circled around against her areola without touching the tip of her nipple. Her whole body shivered straight up, but she remained standing still, her eyes turned skyward, not daring to look at me or the hand that was touching and caressing her.

“No need to be afraid.” I said, gently grabbing her hands that were covering her breasts and moving them completely out of the way, leaving my hands to guard that sacred peak instead.

I didn’t cover her breasts or anything, just caressed them, putting them on very gently and calmly, and then touched the tips of her nipples, both of which were already firming up, just like any other woman.

I don’t know what I’ll do next. To be more precise, I don’t know how far Mom will let me loose. However, I do know that currently there is one thing I want to do more than anything else, and that is to suck on Mom’s nipple!

I said to mom you sit on the bed. (Let me explain: it wasn’t a request, it wasn’t a command, it was just talking to her in a calm tone of voice, asking her to sit down, and then waiting quietly for her response.)

She heard me and sat down beside me, both hands unnaturally protecting her breasts again. I said to her you’d better lie down, lie on the bed, don’t cover your breasts, they’ve all been shown to me. At this point, she turned her head and looked at me, four eyes met. She didn’t make a sound, just looked at me with a slightly confused look.

I waited for her to speak, seemingly trying to talk some sense into me. However, instead of arguing with me, she did as I wished. She bent over, took off her sandals, and lay down on the bed. (I don’t know why I had this thought: if she takes off her shoes before going to bed, I have hope. What was my hope? Trying the limits? Admiring the nakedness of a mom I’d never seen before? Allowed to be touched in all lovely places, it would be ideal to make love to her.)

I leaned down close to her and covered her breasts with both hands and began to grind them, the tips of her nipples firm against my palms. She looked straight at me, eye to eye, without ever ducking. Women who give me that look in my bed usually avoid my eyes or close them.

Mom, however, fixed her eyes on me, and this was called more than I could bear. So I lay down, too, beside her.

My mouth found her nipple, first with a light kiss, then with a nibble. However, sleeping in the same bed as my mom was incredibly awkward, a void hovering over my head. I didn’t know what to do afterward, so I let my nature take over and started sucking on my mom’s nipple, pinching the other one with my fingers.

She moaned, not loudly, but a soft hum, how sexy and twelve times erotic.

After caressing it for a while, she moved her hand over the nipple next door, rubbing and twisting it. Mom’s sighs grew heavier as she put her hand on my head and ran her fingers through my hair.

In the silence, I sucked on her nipple, she stroked my hair, and for a long time, her tears dripped onto my face before I realized she was crying.

I didn’t say anything, fearing that saying the wrong thing would break this situation I was so happy with. I started by zipping down my pants myself, unable to stand it because of the constriction my swollen cock gave. Then I kissed Mom from her breasts up to her face.

I wiped away her tears and caressed her face, going over every inch of her face, pecking down gently. She winced when I reached her lips, letting me kiss her gently, but when I tried putting my tongue in her mouth, she missed her face.

I didn’t shove my tongue in hard and turned back to kiss her cheek again. Lying on the bed with my mom until now, my hands never left her breasts, taking turns to squeeze and caress them. Her reaction was the same as any other woman, her nipples were full and erect.

I punch close to her ear and whisper to her that she is beautiful. She didn’t answer. I said, I want her, I must have her.

I said as politely as I could for fear of offending her. It was only then that she turned her head around, pivoted away from me, faced me, and told me that enough was enough, up to here.

“We’re just getting started.” I said.

“We can’t go down there anymore.” She said.

“I can’t. Mom, I can’t stop.”

“Don’t. This isn’t right. Let’s just call it a night, okay? It’s time for bed.” She said. Tears fell down her face again again.

I kissed her and she turned her face sideways to avoid it, but I chased after her and finally gave me a kiss on her mouth.

“That was the last kiss, okay?” She said.

I told her, “I can’t sleep when it comes to this. I know you don’t want it to come to this, either, do you?”

My hand traveled under her skirt, lifting it up inch by inch until I met the fabric of her panties at the meeting of her tightly closed thighs. Without further ado, I shoved my hand into her panties and explored uncharted territory inside.

“Oh! Don’t, Yoshimi. Don’t touch me, don’t touch that spot.” She said, trembling through her body.

I didn’t listen to her and, in addition, stabbed a finger into her “pussy” (the English colloquialism for a little cunt doing PUSSY).

Oh, my God! Her little cunt was so wet it looked like a running river. I marveled at it; at Mom’s age, other women would have had to be lubricated long ago, and she was that wet. I stuck my middle fingers in together and started to finger fuck her.

She verbalized no, but her body betrayed her and surrendered to me without further protest. It is the time to want what you love.

At that moment, I rolled over and got out of bed. She was stunned by this movement, what was I doing out of bed?

I told my mom that I wanted to undress. In front of her, I took off my T-shirt, pants, and boxer briefs, which Hong Kong people call “double chimneys”. My big cock stood out and dangled in front of her eyes, but her eyes were averted.

I wasted no time in getting back on the bed and opening her thighs. There was no resistance as I tried to remove her panties, and she even lifted her ass up slightly to give me a hand, which of course helped to embolden me.

I was not too busy to remove her panties and took my time to enjoy the view of her little cunt. The curls there were so thick that I could tell they hadn’t been trimmed very often. She was a “blonde cat” with naturally blonde hair and a blonde cunt that hadn’t changed color with age, it was a rare find.

I lifted her thighs and set her feet on my shoulders. The thought of what I was about to do was the big event of my life, and I was in awe of the moment. Mom’s eyes were closed and she was blushing.

I took a breath, pushed forward, and it went in. A few more thrusts in the same direction and it was all the way in, and what wasn’t in was, of course, my cock.

At that moment, I heard my mom her throat humming a delicate moan and I was mesmerized.

I was determined to make solid love to her, strong! However, I didn’t move recklessly, just because she was my old mom. Just stuck my cock in her, nailed her, and didn’t move.

I embraced her, inside her, clinging to her, letting her wetness and warmth envelop me.

In an instant, I saw something I had never seen before. Her whole body began to shake and sway uncontrollably, as if she couldn’t breathe, as if she was about to exhale her last breath.

I can see the orgasmic response. （But let me just say, I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.

Never been tried before and never will be.)

I saw my own mom under my body, like this “came”. The person who caused her to look like this is me, the responsibility will be traced back to my head (I should say on the cock), thought of this, since I can not hold out, no need to thrust in her inside the shot (can also be said to say that the leakage).

We’re all done and I look at her. She’s drenched in sweat, but her face isn’t regenerating and she looks relieved, as if all her problems have been solved.

I realized that I was still hard inside her, so I lowered both her legs and pressed down on top of her, interlocking my fingers with hers. I felt her breasts against my chest and her legs coiled around me, thinking of sucking me in and keeping my cock inside her, the deeper the better.

This position of intercourse, call me free, I also understand that she originally like this way. So, I was on top of her, rely on the hardness of the cock is still there, light pumping fast insertion, but still feel tight hoops, surprised mom’s small cunt has excellent elasticity. She put her mouth attached to my ear, quietly said: “do not stop.”

I kissed her on the lips, looking for her tongue, and she kissed back, spitting out my tongue. We kissed each other passionately, searching for a rhythm of lovemaking, we slowed down, unhurried, enjoying every movement, making a sweet, beautiful love.

This is the second time, a beautiful moment should be kept, but we both can not help it, and soon came. Mom came first and I came later. We fell into each other’s arms and immediately fell asleep.

How ironic that there are three beds in a triple room and we both share a single bed.

But, I say but, because life is unpredictable. The next day, early in the morning, wake up and Mom’s not around. Found her in the hotel restaurant. She was eating breakfast alone. As soon as I saw the look on her face, I knew something was wrong.

She said good morning and looked down at her coffee cup. I didn’t say anything, letting her be, it was still morning anyway. We then left the hotel and hit the road again.

In the car, we went into a state of tension and the atmosphere was unbearable. After a few moments of stalemate, I couldn’t hold back any longer and spoke up.

“It seems like we should have a good talk and get the words in our hearts out.”

“We have nothing to say.” She stopped with one sentence.

“What did you say? What we did ……”

“Don’t bring this up again. We’re all adults, we all have needs, we did it. What’s done is done, but it won’t be done again. Understand? This is between the two of us, don’t talk about it. Promise me you won’t bring it up again.” I was dumbfounded.

I had no premeditated plans to have sex with Mom or to have bad intentions towards her. As Mom said, what happened happened, and there won’t be a next time.

I’ve had a number of foggy relationships that were just a passing acquaintance, and not followed by anything afterward.

I don’t know if I should call having sex with my mom a “foggy affair”. Because she’s my mom, and after having sex with her, I still have to see her, which is more awkward than not knowing each other, and even a little bit of guilt.

Still, I longed for this near-impossible love affair, and having happened, I was not willing to draw it to a close. There’s always something more, isn’t there? I don’t know how it will happen, but what will happen, will happen.

“Hear me? Promise me?” She interrupts my thoughts.

“Promise.” What can I say, she’s my mom yo. That was the last word of our conversation. We were silent on the way until noon, when we arrived at my aunt’s house.

Upon arrival, Mom immediately changed into civilian clothes and talked endlessly with her aunt. We stayed a couple of hours and went down to the hotel. My aunt arranged everything and we each had a room. We locked ourselves in the room and didn’t leave until the wedding period.

The wedding was followed by a party, and I wasn’t in the mood to dance or pick up girls, staying alone in my seat and not moving away. Mom danced with my aunt and other men, doing her best to tell herself to look okay. Throughout the night, I kept an eye on her.

Once or twice, our eyes happened to meet, catching the extremely confused, uneasy mood on her face. What could not be concealed was the look of her bones sizing me up.

Before the party was over, Mom said she had to go. Mom told her aunt that she was tired from her trip and that she had to rush home again tomorrow.

Back to the hotel, she asked me when to leave tomorrow, said GOODNIGHT. alone back to the room, the whole night I tossed and turned, searching for an explanation for the events of the past two days.

The next day was even worse, we were stuck in the same compartment all day. Suddenly, we didn’t know how to get along, we were embarrassed and uncomfortable. Every time we tried to speak, we couldn’t.

Finally, we gave up and were silent on the way home. It was a long drive, and it was 7:00 p.m. when we got back to Mom and Dad’s house. I dropped her off at the door and left. I didn’t want to see Dad.

That’s where things ended (for now). I didn’t intend to write in that much detail, just to make what happened a little clearer.

I’d like to hear what you have to say, and I’d especially like to hear responses from those of you who have had sex between mother and child. I’d even like to hear from someone who says it’s a fictional story or that I lied either way. But don’t judge me right away. Something else will happen in a few days.

Is it good or bad? To find out what happened afterward, listen to the next chapter.

(C) Eating the marrow of a man and a woman who have had sex with each other, it turns out to be not easy to bury it in your heart. Having had it once, there will be a second and third time …… and so will mom.

To deliver first, we haven’t seen or talked to each other since that Sunday night, when we dropped Mom off at the door. Only twice did my dad call me and ask if I wanted to come back for dinner. Both times I found an excuse to push. I understood that my mom was embarrassed to meet with me again, and that she had a lot on her mind, so I didn’t want to force her and call her difficult. I finally came to the conclusion, “After all, she is my mother, fantasizing about having male and female sex with her is unrealistic.” An incidental event can only be recalled, not repeated. However, for two weeks, the shadow of my mom kept swirling around in my head. The second week, I decided not to think about her anymore, and went on another four-way hunt for fun.

Except for the one time I slept with my mom, I haven’t known the taste of meat for a month, and I’ve almost become an abstainer. I need to find a girlfriend quickly. If I have a girlfriend, I will forget about my mom.

However, I was unlucky to meet someone I liked. Luckily, I met an old flame and slept with her twice a week, which was a little compensation.

The unexpected happened! It was a weekend in mid-September, about 1:00 p.m., bored, wearing only a “double chimney”, spread out on the couch reading the newspaper.

The doorbell rang. I asked who it was. The person at the door said, “It’s me.” Of course I recognized Mom’s voice right away. She came to the door without warning.

I have to take a deep breath before I open the door.

“Morning!” She said.

“It’s not early, it’s one in the afternoon.”

“May I come in?”

“Oh, sure.” I stepped back slightly and sidestepped out of the way. She brushed against me as she came in.

She came in, peered around, and said, “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“I have nothing to do.” I pretended to be lazy.

I was surprised that I was a little nervous when she surprised me. I was afraid she’d catch me in bed with another girl, that’s why I’d insisted she didn’t come to my house.

I was nervous and my heart was pounding, not because I was weak, but because I sensed the arrival of a swan. She flew into my doorway like a “flying grasshopper”.

Why do I have this opinion? Look at her demeanor, and the way she talks, and in the smallest of bones, you can tell that she’s in a beautiful to absolute mood.

The other odd thing was that she was sweating even in this heat with just a t-shirt on, and it seemed odd that she came in a trench coat when there was no wind or rain.

When I went into the living room, I asked her to sit down, but she did not, instead asking me to sit down. I sat on the couch and she stood in front of me and asked me again, “Are you the only one home? No one else?”

“It all says it’s just me.”

I sensed something was about to happen, but I thought she just wanted to talk to me.

She stood there, looking down at the floor.

I waited for her to speak, then she took off her tunic, revealing a thin summer dress. I could see the shape of her breasts at the rise of the fabric, slightly pendulous, with two tips, jutting out, hidden under the shirt. The first two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing unfathomable cleavage.

She’s vacuumed on top, no bra, and I can’t see if she’s wearing panties underneath. Nowadays, it’s fashionable to have non-marking panties, so you can’t feel the bottom of a woman. Other than that, she only wore a pair of sandals.

She looked straight at me, met my eyes and said, “If you don’t want me, just tell me to go away. But, I thought you would like to peel my bra for me, like last time.” “Mom, you’re not wearing a bra. You did wear one last time.” I answered her in a serious tone.

“Yes? Oh, yes. Then, I want you to do something else for me.” Saying that, she began to pull up her skirt in an extremely seductive position, and underneath the hem, a pair of jade legs were slowly exposed.

But the biggest surprise came later. She gave me a lewd smile, and then lifted her skirt up, letting me see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and that she was clean-shaven and had turned into a “white tiger (phoenix)”. I was so shocked by her appearance that I was speechless.

She said, “I thought you liked me like this. Does this solve your problem?” She pointed to my erect cock, which was coming out of the slit between the crotches of the Twin Chimneys.

When she pointed that way, it made me unusually embarrassed and I immediately covered it with my hand. It seems that I’m not the only one who wants to have sex.

That was a bit abrupt, she kept her skirt pulled up and her kitty was at the same level as my line of sight, giving me a full frontal, unobstructed view. I waved to her and she came over to me, I gave a pat on the seat beside me and she sat down next to me.

I reached over and put my arm around her waist and wrapped it around her and she fell back towards me and kissed her without saying a word. She responded immediately and kissed me back. We sucked each other mouth to mouth and were just about to be able to have a wet kiss with her when she pushed me away and said, “Slow down.”

What does she want? Backtracking again? I looked at her cluelessly. She smiled at me and said, “If you want sex, fuck me now.” It was the first time I had ever heard my mom say something as vulgar and uncouth as “fuck me”. But, knowing she wasn’t kidding, I complied and immediately mounted her, opened her thighs, took off her chimney, and she flipped her skirt up so that I could get on top of her and enter her.

Her little cunt was as wet as ever. I didn’t have to tease her any more, she was already burning with desire. It happened suddenly, but I was afraid that she would change her mind and I would lose the opportunity to fuck her as hard as I could, not thinking of anything else.

I knew I should be extra gentle and considerate when making love to my mom, but she didn’t seem to mind my eagerness. She was enjoying herself, more than I was, and was almost purring.

Hearing the sound of our bodies touching, coupled with my mom’s moaning and screaming, made me feel that it was too obscene even for me. After a short time of thrusting, I couldn’t help myself and ejaculated. Believe it or not, she had two orgasms, she told me.

The orgasm fell and I was still thrust inside her, cuddling with her, unwilling to withdraw, enjoying the lingering blaze after lovemaking. At this point, everyone needed to catch their breath.

After getting her breath back, she asked me if she could go to my sleeping quarters. I said sure.

Picking up her limp body and embracing it in her arms, she was a little shy when she saw my cock rising majestically against her thigh. Her dress was disheveled, and without organizing it, she followed me, into my sleeping room. She told me to lie on the bed. I lay on the bed, my heart beating harder, waiting for the show to begin.

Mom bent down to take off her sandals, skirt, and came to the bed naked. Her naked body gradually approaching, I can not help but look at her.

Not only was she undressed, but her pubic mound was smooth and hairless; I never imagined Mom’s kitty to be hairless, and that was the most naked look she’d ever given me.

She gets on the bed and takes my cock in her hand. I’m thinking, “Oh, shit, don’t jerk me off.”

(hand grabbing), I’m going to stick it in you. She touches it, kisses it lightly, takes both of my bullets (attached to my scrotum, of course) in her hand and caresses them, rubbing them up and down with the rise and fall of the cock.

My cock was immediately hard again, pulsing in her hand. She straddled me, took my cock and aimed it at her pussy, landed her little cunt slowly on top of it until it was all the way inside her, then sat on top of me, not moving. I didn’t move either, looking at her, and she looked at me. The two of us were joined as one, and the wonderful feeling would stay with me forever.

In these few moments of warmth, my mom taught me a lot of techniques for making love. True to form, she turned out to be so good at making love. She would slowly go up and down, leaning over to caress my chest with her nipple tips and breasts. With my cock inside her kitty, waiting until she felt me getting so excited I was about to cum, she would take a break and then do it all over again, heating up the process of making love one step at a time.

She was undulating up and down on top of me, and I realized that she was letting me have the best view to enjoy my mom’s breasts dancing close to my face. That’s what we did, making love slowly, sustaining it for fifteen minutes before climbing to a sexual climax together. I remembered how she collapsed on top of me, feeling her sweaty breasts pasted to my chest while my cock was stuck inside her, refusing to slip out.

I hoped that this wonderful feeling would not end. I knew that I had touched a best color, and the luscious fortune of being able to make love to my mom was a merit that had been cultivated over several lifetimes.

Apologies couldn’t spoil this wonderful moment, and I’m sure neither of us could live without a little, but the lust was even stronger, forging our two blood-connected bodies into one. The second time we made love, I already had a sense with her; the moment she moved her body, I knew what was wanted. I spread my arms around her and lay together, kissing and touching each other for a long time.

When she was prepared, she told me she had something to say. I realized that we hadn’t spoken a few words since Mom entered the house. The closeness of the body shortens the distance of the mind, and as each other’s bodies are exposed, the mind should also be open, and we slept on the bed and talked endlessly about our relationship, about her relationship with her dad, and poured out our hearts, without a trace of cover up.

A woman is a woman. She’ll babble on as long as she thinks she can talk to you. I was starving and asked her what she wanted to eat. She suggested that we take a shower first (and she meant together) and she got out of bed first and walked into the bathroom before I caught on and trailed off to catch up. Yes, having had sex anyway, she wouldn’t have objected to squeezing into a tiny shower stall with me.

And she said she wanted me to help rub her back (and the parts that got dirty for me).

I soaped my whole body and washed it all for her. Mom helped me wash my cock by turning my foreskin inside out.

After the bath, mom said she would cook for me, I only had some spaghetti, mom cooked a meat sauce and opened a bottle of Italian red wine, it was a perfect match. The best part was watching my mom cook. It’s not that I haven’t seen her cook before, I’ve watched her since I was a kid. I’ve watched her cook, not that I haven’t seen her cook, since I was a kid, but the mood was different, she was barefoot, wearing a t-shirt that barely covered her ass, which she had pulled out of my closet at random.

Every time she bent over to get something, I rushed to heaven. Do you understand why? You don’t understand until you’ve seen it. I was always on her back, wrapping my arms around her waist, kissing the nape of her neck, poking into her T-shirt and fondling her breasts. Whenever she made a sound protesting that I was interfering with her cooking, I turned her face over and kissed her to keep her quiet.

During dinner, I slid my leg under the table over Mom’s side, tangling and grinding with hers. Mom sucked the noodles into her mouth, and I fantasized that it was my cock in her red lips. She was embarrassed by the look I gave her and lowered her head to eat by herself. I guess she was wondering what we would do after dinner.

We won’t waste the good times, and as I poured the last drop of red wine into my belly, I wrapped my arms around her again and kissed her as she crossed her toes to meet me, her arms hanging around my neck. The aroma of red wine between my lips reminded me of that night at the hotel. I said to my mom, “Come on, come to bed with me”. She hung her head and pulled me into the bedroom.

I lifted up her t-shirt and she helped me get it off. I spread her legs and she gladly spread them for me. But when I got down and started licking her pussy. She said, no, it’s dirty there, and closed her legs tightly together. I ignored this and forced her legs apart again and continued my licking. She couldn’t stop wiggling her hips, trying to dodge.

Suddenly, the tip of my tongue touched her clit, and with a squeal, she softened and stopped resisting, allowing me to cup my hips and eat her kitty to my heart’s content.

How sensitive Mom’s kitty was in my mouth, wave after wave of sensuality reaching her nerve endings with every suck. How do I know? Look at the way her body trembles, the expression of what looks like pain but is actually joy. She was so responsive to the work of my lips and tongue. Mom was leaking again and again. After I’d had my fill, Mom said she had to give me one in return.

She breathlessly cupped and kissed and caressed both of my bullets, kissing from the root of my cock to the glans, then stuffing them in her mouth and sucking on them.

I can see that her oral skills are not very sophisticated, but just look at my cock in mom’s mouth, that is, she sucked and licked, sucking “giggle giggle giggle” sound, has taught me to die of desire, and the result is a strong shot to the end.

She tried to swallow my cum, but, with the big bubble I shot, she choked and spit it out, running from the corners of her mouth and jaw to her chest. I was at her mouth, licking those fishy fluids from my body. And she stuck her tongue out and licked the ones that remained at the corners of my mouth.

I said to my mom, “You ate my children and grandchildren.”

Mom said, “It’s mine too.”

After a full day and night of discord, we were both tired and lay on the bed in each other’s arms.

Mom was sleeping naked next to me, and that was a very special feeling. She was sleeping as sweet as a baby, and I took the opportunity to take a closer look where I hadn’t had a chance to look, and that was her pussy. I woke her up when I turned her pussy lips over. She said I was bad. We were both thinking the same thing, so we made love again.

All weekend we did nothing else but make love. All-night sex, as if to catch up on all the missed light. She spent the night at my house and didn’t even leave my house. On Sundays, Mom stayed in my bed instead of going to church. We either took a short break to regain our strength, ate, showered, and then continued to explore each other’s bodies.

I’m not married, I’ve never had a honeymoon, and I’m guessing that’s probably what newlyweds do.

I dropped Mom off before Dad came home. It was our second time, and the love we made and the things we said brought back memories. This weekend changed our lives and the world seems to have changed since then.

Next time I will write down what we talked about this afternoon. She confessed everything to me, and having read it you’ll have an easier time understanding why she came to my bed as if she were off the hook.

(d) Confessions I said I’d write about the confessions she made to me that Saturday night after Mom and I made love one after another. She was honest about her feelings, and I’m willing to do my best to write down what she told me.

I explained on the first occasion what my mom used to be like and what her sex life was like. She said that in the last few years, every time they had sex, it was because she wanted it. She asked for sex, and Dad did it to satisfy her needs.

At first, Mom wondered if Dad was having an affair. However, Dad’s lifestyle was very rigid, and after he retired, he was often at home, so it didn’t seem like he had a second woman. I agree with Mom that Dad is just tired of Mom and sex.

What touched me the most was when she talked about how she had learned to live without sex. She even tried not to masturbate, so as not to increase her desire for sex, so she did everything she could not to think about sex.

She said that she had thought about going over to a lover, but she loved her dad too much. The thought that one day Dad might find out she had a third party was too much for her to bear.

Why she had intercourse with her son, even she couldn’t say. She didn’t feel coerced by me, as if God had pushed her to do it, and she felt as weird as I did. She could not have imagined that the first time she had sex with me, it would be so soulful and unforgettable.

She had never had such a shattering orgasm in the past. She knew she had to get over it. Thinking that what we had done was so wrong and it was her duty to not let it go on. But found it so hard to mentally bury the memory of this sex with me!

For the next two weeks, she masturbated every day by fantasizing about having sex with me, so as to give vent to her lust and try her best to avoid letting this incestuous thing happen again. Whether it worked or not, the facts have already proved it.

Some of you may have noticed that the two times we had sex before and after, it felt very different.

Summarize the first experience, we went out to attend a wedding together, stayed in the hotel, everything is taken by me to take the initiative, the mother is just at my mercy, what I said she went along with what I mean to do. At that time, the mother has been almost seven months without intercourse.

As I rubbed her back, she felt good beyond measure. My touch had no evil intent, but inadvertently stirred up lust in her heart, her flesh longed for the comfort of someone who loved her, how wonderful it would be to have a man to make love to, a thought that frightened her because she knew that it was I who was massaging her.

So she thanked me and told me that was enough. She wanted to change and go to bed right away and forget about that.

When I asked her why she changed in front of me instead of in the bathroom, she said that at that point, she was so confused and panicked that she didn’t even think about it. Her mind was spinning and all she did was unconsciously.

As for the message she was trying to send me by taking off her sandals, it was the same as what I had received. She told me that she felt as if a bomb had gone off as soon as my hands touched her breasts. I told her to lie down and she already knew that I would go straight for the jugular and go with her.

Her taking off her sandals was her signal to me that she wanted it too, a way of expressing herself without having to say anything. I received it, and thus, created a nice pair of lovebirds in our bed.

What was it like when she came to my door two weeks later to pick up where she left off?

Dad wasn’t home that weekend. He goes out once or twice a year, to his sister’s house for a couple days. The trip started Friday morning. He loved to fish and went with his brother-in-law. He usually goes for the whole weekend and doesn’t get back until noon on Monday. It’s a four-hour drive.

Mom was the only one left at home, and as soon as Dad left, she wanted to come to my place. Wanted to come all Friday.

Nights are a hard time, desperately masturbating and thinking about me.

The next day, she got up, dropped all negative thoughts, and made up her mind to come see me. We would have an entire weekend together, just her and me. The thought was the biggest trial of her life.

And she couldn’t pass that test, bathing, shaving, putting on makeup all morning, trying on every piece of clothing in her closet, thinking she’d found the perfect match, and leaving the house when everything was ready.

She thought I might not find her attractive enough, so she went to great lengths to dress up for me and make herself perfect, which is called a woman’s desire to please herself.

However, as soon as she came to my house, the moment I opened the front door, she took the initiative and directed everything. She never flinched or retreated, she told me what she wanted and followed her desires. She was in complete control and confident.

With women, it’s always been my initiative, and I’m not used to being at the mercy of women. However, if mom asked me to do something for her, I would be happy to do so, not to mention that the pleasure and thrill mom gave me on her cock was unmatched by any other woman.

I think it would be shameful for us to be done with this and not continue.

“Mom, want to be with me later?” I asked.

“If you want.”

“Only if you don’t want to.”

“If you’re willing, so am I.” She nodded.

“Mom, I do.” Overjoyed and oblivious, I wrapped my arms around my naked mom and couldn’t stop kissing her.

With the gentleman’s agreement, we have a bottom in our hearts, and the old mom is no longer constrained. The number of times you have sex can really change your emotions, two days of non-stop lovemaking, and it’s not hard to see the flesh and silk. Mom seems to quickly get used to this “new (sex)” relationship, and I make love and kiss as usual.

Regarding our sexual relationship, she told me she felt good about it, and that good things should continue to be done, it was that straightforward and simple. I asked her how her dad was doing. She said that it was a private matter between us, mother and son, and that it was none of his business, so don’t bring him into it. She blurted out that the sex between us was a “mother-son thing”, and I admired her open-mindedness and boldness. I admire her open-mindedness, because I, a self-appointed Don Quixote, would never dare mention this incestuous relationship. And how to face my dad was a harder hurdle than breaking through the mother-son barrier and falling in love.

She said we all loved him so we had to keep it a secret. She told my dad he was so good at enjoying life, blessed, he had enjoyed it and now it was her turn.

It was then that she did something that surprised me. She lifted the phone receiver and hung up to go to my dad’s sister’s house to see him. My aunt answered the phone, they talked for a while, and Mom said she wanted to speak to my dad.

My dad answered. He said he just cooked and ate the fish he caught. He asked how Mom was doing. She said she was bored alone and had gone to Jimmy’s to see him.

I remember every word she said, “I’m bored out of my mind being alone, I thought I’d go over to Jimmy’s and cook us both a meal.” She looked at me when she said it and smiled at me.

Dad asked Mom how I was doing. She said, “He’s good. I just won Monopoly with him. Do you want to talk to him?”

Speaking of which, I was scared to death that I couldn’t talk to my dad as if nothing had happened like my mom and her. I shook my head straight and waved my hand in exemption.

Mom said I was still in the kitchen washing dishes and couldn’t talk to him, and they talked a little longer before saying goodnight.

Mom gave me a wink and said, “Look, I’m seeing things right. It’s hilarious on their side, and it’s fast and furious on our side, and each is wonderful in its own way.” I couldn’t believe Mom would do that. When I called Dad, Mom was wearing nothing but my T-shirt, a bottomless vacuum, sitting on my lap. Her bare ass was hot and pressing against my hard cock to keep it from bucking.

She was able to make small talk with Dad as if nothing had happened. I had wrapped my arms around her and immediately let go when I heard her talking to Dad. The few minutes they talked were the most peaceful my hands had been since we went to bed on Saturday.

I was too scared to make a move on her, and she brought her face up to me and pushed up her lips, and I didn’t dare kiss her.

After the phone hung up, she and I had a serious talk about the issue. She said that she had called my dad to make me understand that we had to act like it was the “old days”. Just like we never were, and just like we always will be. Don’t let our new relationship jeopardize my relationship with my dad.

She’s right, I have to accept a delicate relationship, and it’s a difficult balance to maintain. Give me some time, I’ll do it, I promised Mom.

She said she didn’t mind if I wanted to find another woman, as long as I stayed available to meet her. There is context to that statement, which will come next time. She said she would be hard on me. She behaved indeed. That aspect of her sexuality has been dormant for years and once it revives, I have to be prepared for the clouds.

I replied that I realized who I inherited my LIBIDO from. We arranged how we would meet in the future, when, where, and what we would do at the meeting need not be specified. We would meet at my home a few days a week, depending on my availability.

You have to understand that my mom and I have always loved and respected each other, even if we never had this love affair in bed. （In the end, we are mother and son.)

I love my mom and my mom loves me, we both know that. But, when all is said and done, the basis for developing this physical relationship is first carnal desire, then love. The moment she stepped through my door, there was lust in her eyes. Doing one and loving another, never getting tired of doing one more.

After six months of being with her, I still don’t get tired of it and always look forward to the next time we meet. I gave her the front door key, which she said she would only use to open the door when I wasn’t home. I made room in the closet for her to keep her new clothes and underwear. She bought a bunch of underwear and came to discard the old for the new, starting with the inside.

Accompanying mom to buy these women under the skirt to wear things, is our leisure time fun, of course, gave a lot of advice, I therefore became an expert in women’s underwear, that is an afterthought! These private objects, are very sexy and sexy, half of the existence of home, hidden in a secret place, the other half in my closet.

She went to great lengths to dress up for me deliberately, making herself as beautiful as she wanted to be. She thought that one day I wouldn’t want her because she would be too old for beauty. The average fifty-year-old woman already thinks she’s too old. Mom, however, has a self-confidence that other women don’t have. Although she doesn’t look particularly good, her body is in top shape and she has a lot of charm.

But a woman being a woman, she will think of the day when I don’t find her attractive anymore. I couldn’t stop telling her that we would continue to have sex for as long as she wanted.

Our sex was joyful and good. I’m experienced enough in the field to be able to make that comment. It was as if the divide that I would have expected from sex with my mom didn’t exist. In bed, we were like lovers who knew each other well and weren’t afraid to ask each other to do something, and to do something for each other. The biggest surprise she gave me was the performance of oral sex.

She didn’t have much experience in this area and only did it a couple times with Dad. Later, she became an expert and would serve me with her big mouth. At first, she didn’t like to lick people’s cunts, and when I buried my head between her legs, she put it off a lot, but later on she broke through the psychological barrier and went all in, even guiding my tongue deep into the grove.

So, many times, the last scene in bed is the Jade Lady blowing her load and then parting ways reluctantly. She would rather eat my cum than like me to cum on her face, she said, as if it was a punishment for her. So, before I am going to cum, I must give her the signal to take my cock in her mouth.

When it comes to all the fun in bed with mom, it is not expected to get excited. The highest state of lovemaking is to be in the midst of carnal intercourse and to forget oneself completely.

However, maybe I am not deep enough. Sometimes, while making love, I realize who is sleeping in my bed? What are we doing? At that time, a feeling of absurdity would run through my body. It occurred to me that the woman who gave birth to me, nursed me on her tits, took care of me when I was sick, was the same woman who sat naked on my cock, screaming, asking me to give her, to give her more. Even I couldn’t believe it was true.

Is what I’m doing ridiculous enough? It’s certainly exciting!

Let’s leave it at that. And mom has a “fornication road”, and also made a gentleman’s agreement, can guarantee that the road is smooth? To understand that the woman is a woman, she said, not necessarily according to the literal interpretation of the words, that the deeper meaning you must feel, otherwise you will give you bitter. I’ve paid my dues and learned my lesson. Before I continue to write about what lessons I learned, I hope some of you mothers and children who are in a similar situation to me, will tell us what you have learned.

(E) Lessons Learned I have considered whether to write about this topic, because so many friends support me, I think it is worth to tell the whole story, not only those sexy and entwined episodes, and even my mom and I get along with those “bruises (embarrassed)

I’m not going to tell you anything, but I’m going to tell you everything. It’s “therapeutic” to express your opinions and share your experiences here, knowing that someone who reads it will respond.

So, I posted this article and you will see that I was able to seduce my mom into my bed, which is a great accomplishment. However, I am only human, not God. I’m going to make mistakes, some of them minor, some of them serious.

Ever since that memorable weekend at my house, we’ve had an understanding and life has been colorful. Reporting everything as it happens, you’d think I’m “living it up”. Mom always found an excuse to come out (she went to the gym, but not every day). In the beginning, we had to see each other every day because we couldn’t live without each other.

We live close by, a twenty minute walk and a five minute drive.

About my career: I’ve been with the company long enough, ten years, so I have the right to go for no overtime and work hours that are convenient for me. I don’t care if I make less money, I think my private life is more important than money, and I don’t want to be tied down by work and let it take over my life. I’m a bit like my dad in this respect. Sometimes I have to go on business trips to foreign countries, but I only go to the ones I have to go to, once or twice a year.

Another thing about my job, I have a computer in my office. Very little internet access until I get my mom on it. Just for office use. After that, one day suddenly remembered, searching on the computer about “incest” or “mother and child love” and other topics, we all know. Walking on the Internet, you will read a lot of strange and bizarre incest stories, some of which are claimed to be true, in order to enhance its appeal.

We all question its authenticity and call it irrational. But we all love to read it, and we can all be drawn into the “sex”. I just love reading it, especially when it is written by the great messy people like Nu Jia, Never Messy, Dark Sea Tiger, and Floating Pinkie Pie.

I’ve talked about traveling for work, but only to those that I have to go to and can’t put off, and here is one of those times. In mid-November, I’ll be out for two days. Since I slept with my mom, I couldn’t leave home, and it was too long to leave her for even a day, so I arranged the appointment for a day and a half, so that I could be back in time for the next night.

I took a plane to a neighboring country and spent the whole day in meetings, meeting guests and returning to the hotel in the evening, exhausted. Although I got up and out early in the morning, I couldn’t sleep at night. So I went to the hotel bar to have a drink and relax. That is a very noble hotel, public money, the bar is also very luxurious and elegant layout.

I sat in a high chair at the counter, asked for a whiskey, and drank alone. The clientele wasn’t exactly crowded, ten or so, mostly men, businessmen, all older than me.

Fifteen minutes later, after finishing a drink, a woman walked in and sat next to me. She was about thirty-five to thirty-eight years old and quite attractive. She asked me for a light and I said, “I don’t smoke. A conversation ensued. She was here for the same reason I was.

As we spoke, I noticed that she was intentionally showing off and teasing me with every word and laugh. I’ve been around a lot and am used to these scenes, so I wanted to see what would happen. Half a bell later, she finished her drink, paid for it, turned to me and said, “I’m going to my room, do you want to come up?”

And I didn’t know how to answer. I didn’t say anything, but when she left, I went with her. I guess, rivers and mountains are easy to change, but character is hard to change. Don’t waste a fly in the ointment.

As soon as I walked into her room, I immediately made love.

Do it without saying a word and do it straight.

If I’m going to be honest, it was a very well-done bed scene. That woman knows what she wants and knows how to get it. With a helmet in her handbag, she was ready to go to war.

Pingback: Pinkie Pie, tomorrow the sky is the limit, the fun is tonight. I even had anal sex with her, something I’ve never done with my mom. Anyway, after we were done, she thanked me for the night and said she had a lot to do tomorrow and wanted to go to bed.

It was a send-off, and I had the good sense to go to my room.

I left her and went to my own bed, thinking about the events of the night. Am I doing this to hide it from my mom and “smuggle” it in? Sleeping with my mom is very different from sleeping with that woman. What is the relationship with my mom? She’s my lover, but not my girlfriend. If I sleep with another woman, I feel sorry for her. It’s a strange feeling, but I’ve never done it before.

I remember her saying that I could find another woman if I wanted to. I concluded, “I’ll have no problem doing it tonight, go back to her tomorrow, and it will be business as usual.” The next day, I got to the airport at noon, but my flight was delayed. I called my mom and she said she could wait for me. I said, “I’m afraid I won’t be home until eleven, so I’ll meet her tomorrow.

It was Thursday. At four o’clock in the afternoon, my mother was waiting for me at my house. I talked to her on the phone earlier and told her to come in first. She had the key to the front door and opened it herself. I’ll be back as soon as possible. Half an hour later, I rushed back.

“Mom, I’m home. Did you come? Are you there?” I asked in a loud voice at the front door.

I heard her reply from her sleeping room, “Don’t you know I’m waiting for you? Why don’t you come to bed quickly?”

She was waiting for me in my bed in her sexy lingerie. I swooped onto the bed, wrapped my arms around her, kissed her passionately in quick succession and made quick love. After a quickie lovemaking, the libido soothed for a while, but we still wanted each other so much that we had another one.

I crouched over her, inside her, thrusting slowly. We kissed along the way and had a lot to talk about. At this point, I remembered the one-night stand from the night before, and not being able to hide it from her, I began to talk to her and report everything to her.

I didn’t understand why. I thought she’d be interested to hear me talk about how my raunchy encounters would make her sexier and more aroused, as if it were the plot of a horny article I’d read online. I started with the drinks at the bar, and when I got to the point where I trailed the woman up to her room, I saw her blush. She understood what I was talking about, but she was stoic and listened to me go on. When it came to what I was doing in bed with the woman, she burst into a rage.

“What did you say? You said you did something with her?” She snapped, pushing me away. My cock then gave a hard squeeze, the process was very rough and gave a lot of pain. She rolled over and got up and started to get dressed. I fought through the pain and looked at her full of anger, not knowing what to do.

I’ve had a lot of girlfriends and a lot of fights with them. But it’s nothing like this situation. I mean, what would you have to say in a situation like this, where your mom is flipping you off?

“Please, don’t go, let’s talk this through, shall we?” I said.

“Good! I want to be clear. I want to know why you fucked that woman?”

“I thought you said that.” I said.

“I said that? What did I say to you?” She said in exasperation.

“You said that if I wanted another woman, you would let me.”

“Is that really how you interpret that statement?”

I have nothing to say. I even thought Mom was unbelievable.

“What I’m saying is that if you genuinely like a woman and want to marry her, I won’t get in your way. I don’t mean that you can leave me out of it and continue to do whatever you want with your old debauched life. I don’t mean that you should womanize and flirt around, and when you meet a woman in a bar, you go after her, you roll with her, you sleep with her. Tell me, which woman would say that? Tell me, do you know the woman’s last name?” She questioned me.

I was speechless, giving her the benefit of the doubt, and I had no defense. The woman and I exchanged names, but they quickly fell to the back of my mind. Her name was Mari, Precious didn’t matter to me.

“I understand. The most important thing for you is to find a pussy for you to fuck. It’s a woman, just willing to fuck you, you don’t care about the rest.” I didn’t dare speak. More words would be wrong.

“Me! It’s hard for me to find new excuses every day to make up stories and come out to meet you. You go out for two days and you’re holding out for you, and this is what you do to repay me?”

“……”

“You say. How would you feel if I went to a bar, met a man and slept with him? Would you feel honored?”

It was like she hit me over the head with a stick. I never thought anything like this could happen to me. There was only one woman, Mom, who was devoted to me, and I knew it. I knew she belonged to me. I didn’t want to lose her, and after hearing her say that, putting my heart in the right place, of course I would be upset and jealous.

I said she said, I know I’m wrong. Ask her to sit down and have a nice talk.

She was too full of anger and nerves to sit down for a few moments.

“Jimmy, no more kittens for you tonight. You’re not a kid anymore, grow up and act like one.” She slammed the door vigorously and walked away.

I didn’t chase her out, I sat on my bed and watched my mom leave. I knew what was wrong, that I had single-handedly screwed up the best thing in my life, and that it had nothing to do with people, it was all my fault.

（I must say that in the days that followed, my relationship with my mom was terrible. I did not dare to go to her, because I know that I have done things to make mom her upset. Even Dad noticed Mom’s mood swings and mentioned them to me.

Thank goodness he didn’t know why she was in such a bad mood.

These days, repeated thoughts. I know it’s not hard to convince my mom to come around and continue with me. Although she is a mature and independent woman in her fifties, she can’t get past me and die to be my lover. She loved me too much, or rather, she could hardly contain her desire for me.

I’m very good at catching women’s weaknesses, and a one-time fling. However, I can’t do that with my old mom, and can’t treat her like one of those ex-girlfriends. She was my special one, and felt the need to deliberately do something with her to make her understand that my confirmation was clear about my mistake, and how remorseful it was. I was finally able to appreciate my mom’s complicated feelings and figure out how to get along with her. Pure carnal desire could not sustain our relationship for long; we had to respect and trust each other.

Please keep in mind that this is the most painful and personal part of my story, and I have done my best to write down the details as accurately as I remember them. I’m not a writer, I’m just doing my best to record the conversations of that day to give you an idea of what happened that day.

I couldn’t put my feelings into words to my mom, and it sucked even more to say it in front of my dad. But that’s what I had to do.

We didn’t see or talk to each other for a week after we had a falling out. I called home to Dad. Asked him if it was okay to come home for dinner on Sunday. Dad was happy to hear my voice.

He said, “Your mom is going through menopause. She’s in a bad mood these days. Or maybe you can comfort her.”

I said to my dad: don’t worry! I know it’s not a big deal ……

The next day I went home for lunch. Dad said one o’clock and I was fifteen minutes early. I said good morning to my mom and she puffed up her cheeks and ran to the kitchen. She said lunch would be ready soon. Dad and I chatted and soon the rice was cooked. Mom asked us to help bring out the food. Mom didn’t say a word while we ate.

Dad and I were talking about soccer. After dinner, Dad said he had a pie that Mom had baked herself.

This is the speech I have been waiting for. I had written a speech and read it over and over again in my own home, but suddenly I had forgotten all about it. I had to improvise and say whatever came into my mind.

“Later for pie, I have something I want to talk to you two about.” I said.

“What is it?” Dad said.

“I thought of it on a recent business trip.” I said.

Mom looked up, her face showing surprise. I was talking to Dad, and Mom was right next to us. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, Mom’s nerves shot up, fearing that something would go wrong in my words.

“Dad, when I go out, whether it’s by plane, bus, or taxi, I always want to take a camera with me to take pictures of the beautiful sights I’ve seen and show them to Mom. I mean, I’m thirty-three years old and I’ve been to a lot of places, and you’ve been to a lot of places on your business trips. But Mom has only traveled abroad on her honeymoon with you in all these years.

“I think about how you used to take me la and Peter la (my brother) to go with you to watch soccer, basketball, and go fishing, and Mom always left us out. You see how much she did to raise us and take care of the house, she deserved a little joie de vivre. I thought she sacrificed a lot to serve us well.” “Jimmy, you said it well. We do owe your mom much, much more.” Dad said.

“All right, all right. Don’t say that again. I didn’t ask you to award me a medal. I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do. I’ll do anything for this family.” Mom interrupted Dad and said.

“Mom, I know. I’m old enough to realize the sacrifices you made for the love of this family. Your love for me is always in my heart. I can think of one thing I can do, and it’s easy to do. Mom, I want you to know that the next time I go on a business trip, I ask you to come with me. I don’t know what time the next business trip will be, and where it will be, but I would like to take you with me.” “What do you say?” She asked. My words surprised her greatly.

“What I said is true. You don’t have to decide right away, you can seriously consider it.”

“That’s a good idea, son.” Dad said to me as he patted me on the shoulder. And to Mom, “You go with Jimmy, he’ll do anything you want to buy or do for you.” “Dad, promise to do it. You can come along too if you like.”

“Thanks, son. But I have a different opinion about enjoying life. I’d rather go to a quiet beach than a booming downtown anymore. What great place haven’t you been to? Having seen it all, I don’t think I need to be counted out. But I know your mom loves shopping, sightseeing, shopping. I’m sure she won’t say no if you’re willing to take her. Give her time to think about it.” “Mom, you can think about it as long as you want. But what I said today came from my heart and I won’t go back on it. Since I was a little girl, I’ve given you a lot of trouble, asked you to worry about me, and have broken your heart. This is my small way of making up for all that. I hope you will accept my good intentions.” I said to mom. She lifted her head and looked at me.

“And, not only that, I want to do more for you. Take you out every week for fun, like a ‘Mother’s Day’, not that annual holiday, but actually one day a week. You pick that day and that’s it, and I’ll take you to the office, to dinner, to the theater, whatever you want to do.

I’ll buy you anything you want. But this one day, dad you don’t get a share. “I gave him a wink and smiled as I went on.

“It’s strictly a two-mother-son thing, one day a week, for my dear mom to do what she wants to do. I’ll call it Mother’s Night.” She fixed her eyes on me with a very confused look. When Dad saw Mom freeze, he said, “It’s like there’s an angel from heaven. Jimmy, what’s wrong with you today? You’re a different person. I’m impressed. I remember not too long ago scolding you for spending all your time with your girlfriend and none with Mom and Dad.” “I grew up after you scolded me that time. People change.” I seemed to be responding to my dad, but I was actually saying it to my mom. When I said that, I looked straight into my mom’s eyes, and her eyes were wet.

“What have I ever done to deserve this kind of show?” Mom asked.

“All moms in the world are great and deserve filial piety from their sons, it’s just that the one who is the son doesn’t know how to love her and instead calls her sad and upset. I just want you to understand how much I love and care for you. As long as you allow me, I will show you my heart and do anything for you.” When I said that, she burst into tears. She was unprepared for me to be struck with true love.

“Honey, isn’t that great? Your son wasn’t lying to you when he said that. He hurts you and loves you so much, and I’m old enough to be comforted.” Daddy held her and let her cry.

“Jimmy, I think it’s wonderful. A lot of kids don’t look out for their parents the way you do. You’ve changed a lot and I’m so happy. Look, your mom is so happy she’s crying too.” I saw Mom doing her best to hide her feelings and suppress her emotions. But she couldn’t stop her tears from falling. I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped her tears. She took it over to wipe her tears but cried harder. At this moment, Dad said, “Honey, look at you crying like this. You should be laughing. I’m going to go to the bathroom. I think Jimmy has a way to make you laugh, so have a nice talk with your son. What a good boy he’s been today, get some favors from him quickly so he doesn’t change his mind later.” Dad walked away before Mom opened her mouth to speak to me, tears in her eyes, and said in a half-whine, “Are you telling the truth? Why do you treat me so well?”

“Mom, you know, it’s the truth, nothing but the truth. I want to prove to you that what I say is true and that I won’t break us up just because I did one thing wrong. I know I’m wrong, so give me a chance. You know how much I want you.” Suddenly, her face glowed and she broke into tears. I wiped away her tears and snot and said to her, “Still annoyed with me?”

She shook her head and took my hand, leading me into the kitchen. She grabbed my hand, leaned in and pressed me against the refrigerator, sucking on my lips like a spring in a wasteland. I’ve tasted the lips of dozens of women, and none of them tasted as sweet as Mom’s. After the kiss, each other still circle in each other’s arms, my erection against her thighs, her head on my shoulder, couldn’t stop telling me, after we fell out, how she missed me. I didn’t need her to tell me, I knew it in my heart.

“Mom, I know what it means to miss each other now. I miss you too, can I come tonight?”

“I’m afraid I can’t. We have an old friend coming tonight and I’m staying home.” She gasped.

“Can I come too?”

“Not good. I need you more and more. I’m afraid I can’t concentrate with you around.”

“So how long do I have to wait until I can make love to you?”

I put my hands over her upturned breasts, which were fluctuating so fiercely that it was a little difficult to tell her to speak. She kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Honey, I’m yours tomorrow.”

At that moment, Dad’s heavy footsteps were heard. Mom moved away, gathered her blonde hair, and walked over to the oven to get the pie out. I was afraid that something protruding from my crotch would attract Dad’s attention, so I hurried to fix myself up and turn my back to him.

“I see as if there’s no problem. Jimmy, I thought you only knew how to please your girlfriend, but I can’t see that you’re really good at making your mom cry and laugh like a little girl.” Dad said to me. Then asked mom, “Did you accept your son’s offer?”

“It goes without saying. He treated me so courteously, I don’t accept to apologize to him and to myself.” Mom said, a vague smile hanging at the corner of her mouth.

“So, when was your first date?” Dad asked.

I felt a burn throughout my body and said, “Dad, that’s not a date.”

“That’s certainly a date, my lord. Better get dressed up, because she must want you to take her to a noble and expensive pavilion.” “So when do we go? Do you want to go there?” I said to Mom.

“You better be ready to prove that what you say is true.” She said to me with a smile.

“Definitely.”

“So, I have a date with you.”

We ate pie, drank coffee, and talked about stuff. Dad was glued to the TV watching the baseball finals, and gradually it was just Mom and me talking. I had to go to work, and Mom walked me to the door, where, with her back to Dad, she sent me a secret kiss.

“Thank you.” Mom said.

“You’re welcome. I owe it all to you, and you deserve it.”

Such a feeling, such a relationship, what will become of it if it continues? Is that new situation what we want?

(VII) love state I always thought that my relationship with my mom is carnal first, is the naked love of men and women. We slept together for the first time in September, to a business trip in November, and the woman had a one-night stand, provoking Mom’s disgust.

During this period, everything was new and exciting, and, hungry for each other and needing each other, we saw each other at every opportunity, made love as soon as we saw each other, and did it without stopping.

Mom hadn’t had sex in a long time, and when she slept with me, I had a way of getting her to get horny, so she was simply out of control sexually. And then, I’ve been womanizing and telling her to get pissed off, but instead we’ve been calming down and trying to figure out what the hell is going on?

That’s where the romantic element came in. Not that the lust and passion was gone, but after the fight, my mom and I seemed to have grown together, and our relationship went further than ever before. We unconsciously evolved from “lovers” to “lovers”.

The fact that she is jealous of me shows that she wants more from me than just performance in bed, but loyalty to her. It’s all a very subtle emotional affair, and not enough to go into. I will share with you all the love affairs with my mom. Is there anyone out there who can share your similar experiences with your mom?

The day after making up, we had to meet in a hurry and fuck naked. As soon as my mom stepped through the door in front of me, I started undressing her, and as soon as I pulled the double chimney down, I thrust my cock inside her wet pussy.

That love can be a fling, giving vent to the lust that has built up in your heart. This doesn’t seem to fit with what I just said about transforming from pure lust. Carnal lust is more outward, direct. Love is internal, subtle, so the publication of carnal desire often gets the jump on it.

And it was only a preview of Mother’s Night. We made each other partners for life. Dad would never touch her again, and I promised to be chaste with her. Even if I got married someday, we’d still have sex no matter what.

Talking about sex, making love, but we have a new understanding in our hearts.

Adding to that, it’s no surprise that Mom reacted so violently to my one night stand with that strange woman at the hotel. I should have realized it long ago. She’s very possessive, especially of me. She said that if I found someone to marry, she would get out of the way, and I’m sure it’s from the bottom of her heart. However, in her heart she is extremely reluctant to do so. Please be honest, I am also very possessive of my mom. The thought of another man screwing her drives me crazy.

Anyway, she’s my old mom!

Then Mom and I went on a date. That night we had plenty of time for a little more romance and a little bit of boudoir flirting. Anal sex was a way for Mom to show that she was giving her body to me, and it also added to the fun in the room, which I’ll talk about in more detail later.

This night, Mother’s Night, was one I’ll never forget. It was so exciting. Mom said things to me that I will never forget. Her words and those feelings will stay with me until the day I die.

Let me break it down from the beginning.

The Monday after I made my “declaration of love” was our first “mother’s night out”. I called my mom at the office and asked her if she could come to my house earlier, preferably in the afternoon.

“You know I can’t. We agreed in front of your father that it was night. My heart, be patient. Also, I have some things to do.” Mom said.

“Mom! What’s up?” I asked.

“Wait and see. I can’t tell you now, save it for a surprise. I’ll call you later and let you know when to expect me.” What kind of surprise would that be? I couldn’t figure it out, it had to be something good. No more thoughts, head down to work.

After work, she waited at home for the phone to ring, and it was seven o’clock in the evening. She spoke in a tone that was meant for her father to hear: “Hello, is this Jimmy? It’s the big night, are you ready?”

“Mom, it’s all set. Where are we going?”

“I’ll reserve the table. Just get dressed and wait for me. Will be at your place around eight. Be ready.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“No, I’ll come to your house first.”

After forty minutes, she called again. She called me on her cell phone on her way to hitchhike.

“Hey, you better not be wearing anything because I’m going to strip you naked when I get there.” (Later, she told me that the cab driver gave her a weird look.)

“Got it, Mom. No need to worry.”

At that time, I was only wearing a pair of “double chimneys”, which were originally underpants, the advantage of which was that it would not be indecent to wear them in front of the family, and many bachelors had a pair of “double chimneys” at home, so it was fine.

However, since mom was so interested in having some fun with me, I simply removed even my panties. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. I saw that it was her and opened the door. My cock was already hard and standing tall.

“Jesus, the date’s just begun, and tonight’s sure to be eventful.” She said as she made her way in, my cock cock cocked up having caught her attention.

“You’re right.” I said. Pulling her into my arms and wrapping my arms around her. And we kissed. We kissed as hot as if our tongues were on fire. When we broke apart to get some air, she gently pushed me away and said, “Jimmy, give me a minute, I have something to show you. Be a good boy and sit down on the couch.” I obeyed and sat down as Mom stood in front of me and pulled off her coat. Underneath, she wore a long, black, backless dress, her back was completely bare, even her groin showed a little, and I could see at a glance that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She posed, letting me see her skirt before pulling it down. Two milky white breasts popped out from under the black fabric, especially eye-catching, and my eyes couldn’t help but fixate on the tips of the breasts protruding from her chest. She realized that I was staring at that part of her, and after a pause, she asked me, “Can I continue?”

“Oh! Please go on.” I said.

Mom then proceeded to take off her skirt, removing it from her body and dropping it to the floor. All that was left was the little trimmed lace bikini panties, the mesh stockings, and the high heels, all black.

I stood up, my eyes protruding, and glared at her. My expression was so exaggerated that it caused Mom to get a burning look on her face and ask me, “Do I look good?”

“Killing people. Mom you’re just killing people.”

“It’s okay. I thought you didn’t like it.” She didn’t seem to believe me. As she said it, she turned around, like a model, and gave me a good, clear view of her body.

“Love it, love it to bits. Can’t wait to rip that little thing off and make love to you right now.” I said pointing to her little panties.

Wow! That was the surprise she said she was going to give me, a thong with beautiful lines. The front was a tiny lace woven triangle of fabric, and the crotch was a strip of fabric that connected the tiny triangle of fabric to the elastic band, which was a thin band that, when viewed from the side, looked the same as if it wasn’t wearing any panties, except for the thin band that reminded you that the owner of these thighs was wearing panties.

The triangular fabric on the back was even smaller, not even covering her groin, and the strip of fabric was hidden between her two ass cheeks. I believe that for the first time in my life, my mom was wearing such a sexy outfit in front of a man, which was a big surprise to me.

It started with a couple of arguments. When I was shopping with my mom, she bought some sexy underwear, but never a G-string thong. She said her ass was too fat and big and she was too old to wear those things.

Of course I object. But ineffective. Mom won’t buy it if she won’t buy it, and I have the right to sleep with her and take off her panties, but I can’t force her to wear anything under her dress or not.

Mom turned toward me, smiled at me, walked over, took her heels off too, and sat her ass down on my lap. The little triangle of cloth covered material rubbed against my swollen to the hilt cock.

She stroked my hair and teased me, “Jimmy, why did you rip it? Don’t you love it when I make love to you in my sexy little panties?” She said in a playful tone. “This little thing, so soft, won’t get in your way. I think your thing likes to be in contact with it, and you’ll like how soft it feels.” She lifted herself up, flicked the crotch to one side to make way for the crotch, and slowly sat down, and my cock was inside Mom’s her moistened cunt. Mom was right, there was something else about the soft fabric of the crotch rubbing against my cock.

Mom’s hips began to squirm and grind against my thighs, and my cock enjoyed wave after wave of pleasure right there in her kitty. She seemed to want more, and soon she was grinding faster and faster, leaking to me once first.

Then, as usual, I did it again, and after reaching orgasm at the same time, my mom collapsed into my arms.

Before I could catch my breath, she was already about to kiss me. I cupped her face, moved her mouth, inhaled vigorously, and said, “Mom, wait.”

“I’m sorry, my little heart, I’m really sorry, what did I do to make you uncomfortable? I just needed you so much.” “Mom, it’s okay. Just wanted to take a breath.”

Without finishing, she had already started kissing my face and my neck again. Kissing me with her breasts all against her chest. I quickly regained my vigor, and my virility rose again. This time, it was my turn to decide what position to use for intercourse.

We fell on the carpet, to her down, in the back to do her, I call this style to do “doggy style”, is the English saying, also called “Tiger Steps”, I knelt behind the mother’s stock, hands holding up her waist and abdomen, inserted into the cock, fast pumping speed, mom’s kitten is a tight! A contraction.

This is the most primitive way to have sex, and my mom and I both love it the most, so it’s a classic position for us to have sex. Mom says she loves it when I enter her from behind, because I can penetrate her to the deepest point and give her continuous orgasms, which she has done time and time again.

I love “doggy style” because Mom looks like I’ve captured her and I’m in complete control. I could see her back, her round shoulders, her broad back, her thin waist, and her fat ass. Mom’s well-maintained curved lines look even more tantalizing from behind.

Although I couldn’t see her breasts, navel, or pussy, I could fondle both of her breasts, wrap my arms tightly around her waist, and swing her hips to match my frenzied attack. She wasn’t pinning me down, and was able to rock her hips as much as she wanted, pressing her kitty close to me and rubbing against me.

I have the audacity to say that I can recognize my mother behind a thousand women by the shape of her buttocks. The lines of her buttocks are the simplest of all, but I know her by her signature move of lifting her buttocks and wiggling them in the air, a move that no one can learn.

Of course, I can also boast that, blindfolded, I can also tell by the touch of my cock that that pussy belongs to Mom. As for the women I’ve done it with, I don’t have the same nuanced memory.

Usually, when we make love face to face, mom always closed her eyes, screaming to the lightest. But from the back and into, she can not see me, but will …… just then, I hard pumping time, mom in the joy of screaming, as if the most pleasant notes, into my ears.

She had two orgasms in a row before I ejaculated inside her.

We both collapsed on the carpet, completely limp, and looked at each other. After a while, I picked her up, took her by the hand, and sent her into the bathroom to share a bath with me. Mom wasn’t in the habit of sharing a bath with anyone else, and when my former girlfriends were in the bath room, I rarely went in because I’d do something else in there that wasn’t very elegant.

I’m not a voyeur, and I don’t like people watching me poop and pee. But I don’t feel that way with my mom, which is probably a habit I picked up as a kid from going into the ladies’ room with her all the time. Now it’s a hobby of mine.

Thinking it was time to go out to dinner, I realized that my mom was naked and came out of the bathroom and went straight to bed.

“How did our date go?” I asked her.

“Our date is too finely honed. Come on over here and lay down next to me.” She said.

I got into bed and she opened her arms so that I could fling myself into her arms, burying my face where I wanted it most, between a pair of her ample breasts.

“Oh my heart, this is the best date I’ve ever had. I want the feeling of you inside me, to feel you inside me every minute and not to be separated.” “Mom, we are already together. I won’t go anywhere else, I’ll be here, with you, often.” She understood what I meant by ‘here’. I pushed my cock into her pussy for almost a quarter of an hour and embraced her, my face on her breasts, kissing the surging waves and gently sucking on the high peaks.

She kissed me on the forehead and moaned quietly, daintily, driving me absolutely crazy. Neither of us made a sound, except for her petulant whines, and our exhales, and the sound of me licking at her breasts, bla bla bla bla.

It wasn’t until we were all really hungry that we asked her again if she wanted to go outside.

“Mom, tonight was planned for you, remember? Which restaurant do you want to go to?”

“I want to be like this, with you, and be content.” She said.

“But are you hungry?” I asked.

“Kind of hungry. I’ll cook something for everyone to eat.”

“I’m not going to let you cook tonight, it’s mother’s night, remember?”

“Okay, then just order me an order of empanadas.”

“Pancakes coming right up.” I get up and call.

In less than two minutes, I came back to see my mom’s curvy naked body lying on her side on my bed, one hand on her jaw, so calm, graceful, and beautiful. It had been two months since we had slept together, but seeing her naked and waiting for me was still such an incredible sight.

When she saw me return, she waved me over, “Come to me, my heart. I need to talk to you.”

“I have something to say to you too.” I said.

“Remember what I said when I said if you were getting married ……”

I forbade her to go on, interrupting her, “Please, O mother, don’t torment yourself by bringing these things up again. I don’t want to get married, I’m happy with the way things are now, there’s nothing better than this.” “I understand your heart, but listen to me will you. I want you to know that I mean what I have said and will not go back on it. If you get married or fall in love, I won’t get in your way. What we do in the future is up to you. You can end it with me, or find another suitable way to continue. Anything, as long as it’s good for you.” “Mom, thank you. However, I want to tell you that if the purpose of marriage is to find a sexual partner, I’m already married and you’re already my partner. So I will be dedicated and consistent to you.” “Jimmy, I’ve actually been thinking about our relationship in my mind, and there’s something I haven’t said clearly, or haven’t thought about yet, but I want to say it to you.” “Mom, there’s nothing we can’t say.” I asked.

“Now that you’ve said those words, I’ll say them too. Remember the weekend I first had sex with you? I’ve been feeling this way ever since that time. I want you to know that I’ve never tried in my life to feel this complete with another person. I know I’m being selfish, but I really want to be with you forever.” She paused. I understood that she was having trouble getting the words from her heart out. She continued, her voice trembling.

“I can’t compare you to anyone else. You are my man. The way you feel inside me is the completion I’ve been trying to seek all my life, and no one else can fit so snugly inside me as you do, as if you’re embedded PUSSLES, finding the right piece you’re owed. Every time we make love, it feels so fresh and extraordinary. I know it’s annoying to say these things to your own son, but I love you so much, I love you more than your father, more than your brother, more than anyone else in the world. Anything I can do for you, I will do it if you ask me to. But beware, don’t use me and take advantage of me.” She began to cry. I sat up and embraced her naked body. I didn’t know what to do, I just held her and stroked her blonde hair as her tears stained my chest.

“Mom, I won’t. You know I won’t.”

I couldn’t stop comforting her and kissing her lightly. When she stopped crying, she continued to listen to her, “The last thing I have to say may be too heavy and oppressive for you. But I’m afraid if I don’t say it now, I won’t say it later. That’s why I’ve said this, opened my belly to let you know everything, not because I love you so simply. Promise you won’t make fun of me before I go on.” “Mom, go on, how could I make fun of you? You know how much I love you.”

“I know you love me. But the love I’m going to talk about is a different kind of love. I feel like a fool for feeling in love with you. Do you understand what I mean by being in love? A woman who lives to be over fifty and then falls in love, and with her own son, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.” I couldn’t speak. Never in my life had I heard a woman dissect her feelings to me so honestly. I knew how genuine she was to me, and I believed every word she said. And what she said was exactly how I felt inside.

She raised her head, looked at me and said to me, “Jimmy, say something. Say something, do you find me slutty and offensive to you?”

Suddenly, everything was clear.

“Mom, how could I think you’re slutty? You’re my mom, making the most wonderful love to me. You are the most genuine to me of any woman I have ever known. You made me realize why my love for you is different from other women. I thought you were a little different because you were my old mom. What you just said made me realize that I am in a state of love just like you. I’ve had countless girlfriends, and now for the first time I’m really in love. We’re in love. That’s so beautiful, how can that be a bad thing?”

“Jimmy, Jimmy, really? You didn’t lie to me? I thought you didn’t believe in relationships.” She cried again on my shoulder, unable to stop kissing my face and calling my name.

“Mom, don’t cry! It’s right to be happy. I didn’t believe in or understand love before, and you’ve made me understand.

Mom, I love you. Not just the love of a son who loves his mom, but the love of a man and a woman. From now on, you are my lover, my woman. ” “Jimmy, I love you too, I thought you would look down on me. “

“Mom, remember, you’re my mom and will always be the most important woman in my life.”

Honestly, I’ve never been this excited, and only the passion I felt when I first penetrated her kitty can be compared to this moment. She kissed me and I kissed her, but the taste of the kiss was different. We kissed the blazing flame, as if intoxicated at the time, suddenly, the excitement into tenderness, filled between us. Soul-crushing lust filled my body like water. I thought, “I’m going to heaven.

As we kissed, she cupped my face in both hands and caressed me all over. The silky skin of her breasts and the two erect nipples caressed my chest as well. I believe that in the middle of this high love desire, we should most make a hot love, if not …… the doorbell rang and rang, her mom s pancake delivery boy came to the door.

It’s so unfortunate that I want to have sex with my old mom right now, and we’re not willing to stop if the pancake delivery boy who goes to him can’t stop ringing the doorbell.

Reluctantly, though, we had to interrupt our passionate kiss. Mom quickly calmed down, realizing how much effort it took to get that out of her.

“I guess we all need to eat something after all.” She grinned at me.

“Mom, will you get the door?” I joked.

“I don’t mind, especially if the visitor is a handsome boy. Tonight is mother’s night and I’d rather stay in bed and see how you hide this erection.” “I’m not going to hide it. I’ll wear my twin chimneys and I’ll be ready to meet people.”

The angular, erect thing, the little tent in the loose-fitting crotch of his pants, Mom saw it, shook her head, and laughed darkly.

I brought the pancakes into the sleeping room. Mom got up and tried to drape a shirt over her. I’m afraid my bedroom was so cluttered, and the King’s bachelor doesn’t like to clean up after himself, that her clothes were thrown out for me to who-knows-where. She asked for my help saying, “Give me something to wear, I don’t want to eat naked.” She didn’t want to, but I did. However, I respected my mom and casually gave her a shirt and we sat on the bed and ate the best tasting pancakes I’ve ever had. After the pancakes, we were in a good enough mood to talk about some jokes, so I asked Mom why she had gone thong shopping.

“Women are very realistic and will do some hand-holding when they realize the competition turns out to be quite fierce.” She teased.

I pretended not to know and asked her what she meant.

“Need I say more? You have so many girls pursuing you.”

“Mom, you did it again.” I said.

“Silly boy, I was only joking. I thought you, like your father, didn’t really have much interest in what panties I wore. After this time, I understand. Just wait and see, the good ones will come one after the other.” She replied.

“Mom, how many did you buy?”

“I got a couple thong backs and a couple G strings.” She said in a laughing tone.

She turned toward me and said, “I believe I look good when you say I look good in it.”

“Mom, you look good in anything. I won’t force you to do what you want to do.”

“I just want to please you. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to tell you to be happy.”

She looked at the clock, it was half past eleven.

“I’m leaving. It’s too late.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll drive you back.”

We could have made more love, eaten pancakes and talked about it for a while, but we ran out of time. Before we left, Mom told me what to say to Dad. What restaurant we’d been to, what we’d eaten, what we’d had to drink, etc. I told her I’d take her to something fancy next time. I told her that next time I would take her to some fancy restaurant for a romantic evening.

Ten minutes later, we were dressed and on our way out the door, my mom suggested not to drive and asked me to walk home with her.

“You can do whatever you want.” I told her.

We traveled all the way. She acted like a little girl, couldn’t stop smiling and looking at me. She held my hand and didn’t let go until we were back in front of her house.

When she opened the door, she asked me if I wanted to come in.

“Come in and say good night to Daddy.” I’ll obey her if she wants me to.

Went inside, only to realize the lights and TV were off.

“He’s probably asleep.” I said.

She ascended the stairs and went to their bedroom to check on him. When she came down, she said, “You’re right, he’s in bed.” We looked at each other in the living room and suddenly, in each other’s eyes, realized that we all had the same thought.

“Don’t!” I was about to open my mouth. She covered my mouth with her hand and said, “Shhh.” She took my hand and led me into the kitchen and asked me to sit in a chair while she sat on my lap.

“Mom, we can’t be here.” I said. But she wouldn’t allow me to say any more.

She sat on top of me and stroked my hair, her voice low in tone but most teasing, saying, “I haven’t said goodnight to my little boy yet. Have you?”

“Mom, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You, you’ll thank me later. Don’t you know that your father sleeps like a dead head?”

Her kisses covered my face, teasing me.

She pulled down the straps of her dress and her breasts were lit up in front of me. Anyone who saw such a pair of sexy naked breasts in front of them would not be able to resist the temptation. I couldn’t help but kiss them and suck on the nipples that were sent my way. She exhaled and moaned, her breath spraying on my face. Her scent turned me on.

I couldn’t stop caressing her back and she moaned quietly in response to my touch. My hands traveled down her back, finding her ass under her skirt, which was bare.

“Is your thong back (panties) there?”

“Stay in your house. You spoiled it and wet it with your cum. Go back and remember to soak it for me and wash it. I have another one in the room, would you like me to make love to you in a new one?”

I couldn’t wait there, my cock was about to explode! I lifted up her long skirt and went for it. Instead, she stood up and said, “Don’t make it too casual.”

I didn’t understand what she meant by “too casual”, but she quickly made it clear. She squatted down, spread my legs, and with a very seductive gesture, unzipped my pants, unbuttoned the front button, and pulled them down with the chimney.

She took my scrotum in her soft hand and played with it, rubbing it gently. Then she lowered her head and kissed my cock, starting at the root and ending with the glans in her mouth, licking it like a popsicle. Her big mouth could hold my cock in its entirety, and that’s exactly what she did for me, playing “deep throat” with me. Mom, who had never been very good with her mouth, could do this. She did it carefully, and every time she spit my cock out, she looked at me with seductive eyes, and then swallowed it back in.

Cummed twice in mom’s mouth, ten minutes apart each time. She took my cum in her mouth and “gurgled.”

The sound of it, and the feel of her breasts grinding against my thighs, called to me to be demoralized.

I whispered in my mom’s ear and told her, “Mom, when I’m going to cum, you’re going to swallow my cock in your mouth.

I’m going to force the endless pleasure of the orgasm to come between my lips. After the powerful ejaculation, there were no visible drops of semen in the corners of her mouth. She swallowed it all with a gurgle.

With a smile on her face, she said to me, “You’re extra salty tonight, you probably ate pancakes.”

She stood up and got a glass of water to drink. I came up behind her, wrapped my arms around her, both arms around her breasts, and said, “You’re awesome. Best sex ever.” She turned around and kissed me again.

Five minutes later, I was on my way home, my steps light, like I was floating on a cloud. All that was spinning around in my head were the wonderful memories of the day, and the one thing I was sure of was, “I’m in love.”

(viii) Putting our arms together for our first parade outing was nothing short of fun. I waited for the time to come and as soon as there was a suitable place and time, I grabbed it.

It was around December 20-22, two thousand and three. I don’t want to be too precise. The city that was visited was the oldest and most romantic place in Europe.

I arranged everything and took off Friday morning. Like my last business trip, I make all my client appointments to meet on the first day.

I booked a suite and made a guided tour appointment for Mom to show her around town.

Everything was arranged and I set off on my errands. It was late at night when I returned to our hotel room. She was waiting for me in the room, dressed in a long satin robe, leaning over the bed, searching for a program on the TV channel.

At that moment, I came back, and my eyes lit up when I saw that I was back. I went in, sat on the bed, and greeted, “Did you have fun today?”

“Great.” She replied.

“Mom, I’m sorry for leaving you alone.”

“Everything is well organized.”

So she gave me a rundown of places she’d seen, things she’d done, and what she liked about the city’s scenery.

“Mom, I’ve been here a few times and you’ve been to more places than I have.”

She asked me if work was going well. I said, business is done. But I’m sorry, I’m really tired, maybe, I’ll have no power to make love with you. This is the first time I would worry about not having the energy to have sex with my mom, she is not the woman I met in passing, she is the one I love the most, and I have to go all out in bed with her.

I was afraid that I would disappoint her if I didn’t have enough stamina to keep up the level of sex. She smiled and told me that it didn’t matter if I couldn’t have sex, what mattered most was that I was able to stay with her. She said that she had arranged everything for me and told me not to worry, and then started to undress me.

I thought she wanted to have sex with me and objected, saying tomorrow would be good. But she said, don’t worry, she’ll take care of everything, she’ll take care of everything. She took my clothes off, took my hand and led me into the bathroom.

I could see what she had in mind, the bathtub was filled with hot water and she put something in the water that gave off a soothing odor that loosened her whole body. She dimmed the lights, put on some soft music, and went to the tub.

She knew my heart well, and knowing that I liked to see her undress, she let me watch as she slowly removed her nightgown as if for a show. (It was bought at the famous nightgown boutique here, very expensive, and purchased with the money I had given her to wear it for me to see.) She stood in front of me, her whole body already naked, and told me to move out of the way for her to come in. Space wasn’t an issue, the tub was big enough for three people to sit in it with enough room.

I rarely describe her pussy, and it’s not that I don’t love it. Rather, Mom thought a woman’s private parts were a dirty, ugly place and wouldn’t let me turn it over and look at it without having to. So while her skills at sucking my cock were improving by the day, she was very reluctant to lick her little cunt for me herself.

However, as I sat in the tub, she lifted her leg and stepped in, showing me that underneath the blonde pubic hair was a mesmerizing kitten. Her pubic hair had grown back, curly but not too thick.

We finally both sat down and she sat behind me (so I had to get out of the way) and spread her legs so that I could lie down with my back against her soft breasts. She asked me if that was comfortable. I said that I couldn’t be more comfortable lying against my mother’s bare breasts. She began slowly caressing my body, massaging my shoulders, and finally, bathing me, using her hands, carefully washing me from my head, to my feet, to my cock.

I can’t tell you how I felt when my mom washed me in a bath that made me feel so horny and so pure at the same time. For a while, it was so comfortable that I almost fell asleep, especially when she washed my hair.

But mom was smart enough to always disturb me in some way to keep me awake. She drops a few kisses on my neck and cheeks as she massages my shoulders. She repeats telling me what she did today, waiting for me to come back.

As she washed my body, she couldn’t stop using her sexy voice, calling me by my name, calling me a heart, a dear son, etc. ……

After a shower, she draped herself in a velvet shawl, but toweled me dry from head to toe. Afterward, she knelt in front of me, grabbed my cock and kissed my glans. Then she stood up and got into bed with me. The shawl slid down, revealing the back of her snow-white shoulders, and she lay in my arms. Her breasts rested on my chest and her breath blew on my neck. She asked me if I liked the way she served me. I said that it was like an emperor’s pleasure, and thanked her.

She said, good show. I said, really? She said, leave it all to her, I just need to do one thing and that is to have a good time.

She started kissing my face, telling me that she loved me so much and that she wanted to make me happy. She kissed me all over, down on my back, on my cock, scrotum, and nipples, every inch of my body. Normally, I would have had an erection, but at that time it was “soft” and I couldn’t get it up. She took my cock in her mouth, spread her arms and caressed my chest with her soft hands. Suddenly, she twisted my nipples, and my cock finally rose gradually.

She continued to caress, my cock continued to swell, until it was hard enough, and then cupped my scrotum with both hands, blowing, blowing, licking, finally hard enough to meet her requirements, before spitting out. Said to me, “Aren’t you full of strength now? With that, she got up, straddled my thighs and crotch, moved her hips forward, and her kitten found my cock, took it in one bite, and swallowed it inch by inch.

I wanted to push up a little bit to get the cock a little deeper. Mom said, “Don’t push too hard, don’t go too deep. Let her do it, she’ll make us all feel good and comfortable.

It’s so cozy!

I let her ride me, churning up and down, rocking from side to side. Her breasts rose and fell like waves, her blonde hair lifted and brushed her intoxicated face. I held her by the waist, she rode my arms, and made a love that was long-lasting, delicate, and charming all at once. I saw her face contented, titanic, resting on my shoulder, a pair of breasts glued to my chest. I immediately fell asleep, that is what many people dream of, but can not ask for the “gentle land”.

Mom woke me up with a kiss and filled the room with the aroma of strong coffee. We shared breakfast in bed and realized that Mom had gotten up early, put on a pair of rolled lace panties, and my shirt over the top. (A woman puts on your shirt after she’s had sex with you. It’s a sign that she’s totally your woman.) She only buttoned up the center button, and between the lapels of her shirt, the deep cleavage was there for me to see.

I pulled out her right breast, took a sip of coffee and sucked on my mom’s breast. She pushed me away and said, your shirt is hard to wash with coffee stains. I then used that as an excuse to unbutton all the buttons on my shirt and part the lapels to bare both nipples.

Mom has these two nipples, one of which slopes slightly outward, and I’m just now realizing it. When I looked closely and touched them carefully, they bulged out and I couldn’t see the difference.

“Mom, I just realized now, why do you have a nipple tip that slopes outward?” I asked her.

“Yeah? I didn’t notice that. Wasn’t ashamed of my lack of shape.” She hastily closed the sash.

“Don’t think of going anywhere else. Just curious. Was it like this once upon a time?”

She affirmed that it wasn’t like this once upon a time, it wasn’t like this at birth, maybe it’s breastfeeding or age. I added that it could be that I’ve been kissing more lately. I ruffled her bodice again and took her nipple in my mouth, kissing and squeezing the breast at the same time.

Her nipples were hard and swollen like marbles, and her areolas were brightly colored from my fluids. When Mom saw that I was alive and interested in her, she was happy and fell into my arms. Not wasting any time, I immediately spread her legs and pinned her down on the bed, kissing her all over. She told me that she couldn’t stand it. So I ruffled her crotch, flipped her little cunt open and pushed inside her.

She squeezed my cock with that tight little cunt as she closed and closed. My cock was soothed in that warm, wet cunt. Every minute was a supreme pleasure, and it was hard to tell the difference, as both reached orgasm.

After that, we had one more lovemaking session, the one where she rode on top of me, and then shared a bath. It was time to go to town again to ride arm in arm together.

The day was very full. We walked hand in hand without fear of being seen by anyone we knew. I saw my mom happy and I was happy too. We visited places of interest and took pictures. I told my mom that we would have a photo album that belonged to the two of us, leaving our sweet memories there, and that she would go to the shopping street introduced by the tour guide, where she went on a shopping spree and sold gifts to everyone in the family. Tired, we will take a break at the roadside café seat, where the winter sun is warm and balmy.

There are pairs of young lovers sitting there, kissing in the street from time to time. My mom and I, along with them, do what young people love to do. Five o’clock in the afternoon, the sun went down, back to the hotel. Take a shower, take a nap, it is eight o’clock in the evening. We got up, got dressed and went out to live our night life.

We went up to a very swanky restaurant and then wandered around town to the night market. Christmas was fast approaching and the streets were festive with lights and people. Stayed on the streets until midnight before heading back to the hotel. Had a cocktail at the hotel bar. Back to our suite.

She was in a good mood and looked like she wanted to play some tricks on me, telling me to take a shower first because she had to do something.

I didn’t know what to expect, but I did as she said and went to take a shower and get into bed alone. When she went to take a shower, she told me to wait for her and not to “jerk off” on my own. Of course I didn’t.

Forty minutes later, she came out, wearing a purple see-through robe, and matching G-string panties. She was so sexy that my cock reacted instantly and stood at attention.

She asked me if I liked it on her. I uncovered the sheet and looked at my cock and showed her too. She laughed and just crouched over me and kissed me passionately. I have to admit that out of my many former girlfriends, Mom was the best kisser.

She had always been a good kisser, except for that night when I kissed her for the first time, her lips fighting with her teeth, timid and hard to accept my kiss, like a young girl kissing for the first time.

However, this kiss with my mom, and the lovemaking that followed, was a classic scene for us that will last a lifetime.

We just couldn’t stop embracing, my hands covering her nipples, rubbing them gently, kissing slowly. She buried her head between my legs again and sucked me. I was too hard and I wanted to change positions or I would give out too soon.

I countered by pinning her down and turning around to lick her pussy. She would always say, “No!”

Tightening her legs together. Then when I insisted on breaking her legs, she would let me.

Her pussy is soaked, proving that she has been burning with desire, I licked a few mouths, she is eager, yelling for me to make love to her quickly. Even though the sex life has been between the two of us indispensable thing, but from the mouth of the mom, asked for sex, is a rare thing. I heard her request, the cock into her body, hard thrusting, but not rush into.

I was willing to take my time, to leave behind the wonderful feeling of being inside her, and this day in particular, I was feeling good, feeling exhilarated and euphoric like never before, it was so good.

Those little panties, whoever improved women’s panties or discovered the benefits of the design, it was a great invention, you don’t need to take them off to have sex. Mom was wearing her G-string panties, flopping around on the bed, making love to me. The thin string called the crotch didn’t prevent me from moving in and out, and it had no back panel, so my two rounded ass cheeks were within my grasp, to be touched and squeezed.

That slender soft fabric, and my cock friction, from the cock from the doubling of the pleasure of the intensity, so that I first ejaculation. But I won’t let mom not get what she deserves, and raise the cock that still has seven, eight points of hardness, continue to pump, wait until mom’s orgasm also came, only to fall beside her, embracing her, kissing her, caressing her, continue the joy of intercourse.

After this lovemaking, a small half-time break. Mom put a tiny piece of tampon in her crotch. Curious, I asked her if she was having her period. If it was that bad of a coincidence, I would be glad that I had just had the time to make that love, but I would be sorry that I couldn’t have all the fun. She said, that’s what was used to suck me off.

We started our intimate relationship in September, and in the months since, have never met or heard her mention those inconvenient days of hers, and my guess is that at her age, mom may be reaching menopause. I’ve been able to sleep with her a lot and recognize each other as lovers, but I’m always embarrassed to ask this very sensitive question.

But mom’s vagina is lubricated, her breasts and hips are still bouncy, her sex drive is stronger than any woman I’ve ever met, and she’s actively pursuing an active sex life, so what does mom do when she’s going through menopause?

Mom said she wanted a change of pace. I thought she was proposing to switch over to different positions for sex next time. At that moment, she pulled a lubricant out of the bed and showed it to me, and I understood.

I asked her if she had used it before. She said, no, this was the first time. I asked her again if she had thought about it.

Think it through, she said. She wanted to try every possible way with me. I cautiously asked her if she was serious.

It’s gonna hurt.

She said to just go for it, that she trusted me completely, gave herself to me, and believed that I would give her joy.

I said, just whatever you want me to do for you, I’ll do it, gladly. She had to wash up and asked me to wait. When she came out, her panties were off.

I spread my arms to welcome my mom in my arms, kissing her like a little girl, caressing her, and slightly stimulating her pussy as well, and then flipped her body over onto her back so we could make love doggie style. She held her ass up high towards me, beautifully.

I knelt behind her and buried my face between her two ass cheeks, kissing her, licking her, not missing an inch.

Hands covered her breasts, squeezing them uncontrollably. I realized that she had just shaved all the hair from her anal opening, giving off an ethereal scent that was the same as everywhere else on her body.

I squeezed a little lube out and smeared it on her anal opening and my hand. Then put all four fingers, one after the other, inside her. She reacted as if it was the same as the first time I made love. She didn’t scream out, I knew she’d be in pain, but I intended that she’d get pleasure out of the pain, because instead of screaming out in pain, she moaned quietly, her kitten dripping love juice.

I said, it’s about to get real and asked her if she was ready. She said she had waited too long and told me to hurry up and do it. I put lubricant on my cock, and slowly put it in my mom’s entrance. A hand to hold the mom’s waist, a hand to hold the cock forward vigorously a top. Turtle head to be very hard to break the barrier forward, mom through the body shivering, called out.

I asked her if she couldn’t take it anymore. She told me not to stop and to keep thrusting. I knew that my mom had taken a deep breath and contracted her anus to accept me, but her rectum had a refusal instinct and made a frozen state of tension.

I push too hard and it wears away the membrane of the intestinal cavity. It took me three or four minutes, and the full length of my cock penetrated the tight cavity as if it was rubbing fire.

Mom was crying. I said to her, “Mom, you’re crying. Did I hurt you? If you’re hurting, I’ll pull it out.

She said, no, that the pain would soon pass and the pleasure would come. I asked her if she really wanted to continue. She said, Oh Jimmy, don’t stop, don’t stop. She said in a quivering voice. I cocked her firmly in the back and wrenched her head around to see what she looked like.

She was in tears, her hair down. She says again, don’t stop, and jokes, and demands that I do it with aplomb, though every word is said through clenched teeth.

I began to slowly wriggle inside her, for a while, she relaxed, the anal mouth contraction rejection of the rhythm, in my heart turmoil. I believe, mom self really also with me to enjoy the pleasure of that backyard, gradually accelerate speed, has been thrusting to my own can not control, told her that I want to shoot. She said, “Come on, shoot inside.

I pumped and pushed and came inside her. She felt me cum inside her and she came too. It was her second orgasm, she had already come once the first time when I inserted my finger.

We took a short break to do some cleaning up afterward (anal sex is more of a pain in the ass). The washcloth had blood stains left on it, and I was heartbroken when I saw it, and said to Mom, “Mom, you’re bleeding. Let me see if it’s broken.”

“It’s okay, don’t look. It’s not embarrassing to look at someone’s ass.”

“I’m heartbroken. Regret giving me that place?” I kissed away the tear tracks on her cheeks.

“I only regret having to wait until now to make it.”

“Mom, you’re very brave.”

“My days are numbered, so I’ll do something I’ve never done before while I can still make love. It would be a real shame to realize one day when I can’t do it anymore that I haven’t enjoyed a lot of earthly pleasures.” “Am I hurting you?”

“You! Almost tore me apart. It’s okay, it’s not like we do it often.”

Mom’s ass is beautiful, but I would never abuse those two little mounds. Anus isn’t as durable as a cunt. If you use it too much, it’ll come off, and that’s a problem. Besides, I found “doggy style” exciting enough.

The flight was in the afternoon and I suggested selling her some European brand fashions, perfumes while I had the time. Mom said she’d rather take a nap in bed. I could tell that Mom was hobbling in and out of the bathroom, and I knew she felt pain when she moved her body. My love for her grew even deeper, holding her in bed with endless words and kisses that I never tired of.

She said, “I’m sorry, it really still hurts a little too much to have sex again, so if I want to do it, I can blow for me.

I said to her, “Thank you, I am satisfied and don’t need to do anything more.”

But she said that it was a rare opportunity to stay in bed with me, and she thought she could do another one with me. I was both touched and aroused by her words. She wasn’t just asking me for what she needed, she was thinking of me and wanted me to get the most out of her body. She was unnecessarily doing extras for me that other women wouldn’t. And my cock rose high again, hitching a punt under the sheet.

She then gets under the covers and gives it a kiss. Her hair brushed between my thighs, called me itchy, a roll over, uncovered the sheet. Mom turns out to be under the covers herself, golden and stripped down to nothing. She shifted her body, drilled into my crotch, took the initiative to pose a 69 position. So I was on the bottom, she was on top, she licked my cock, I licked her pussy. Unprepped, but very compatible.

This was the first time we had intercourse in the 69 position. Over the past few months, Mom had gradually adapted to oral sex, but she was more interested in “blowing” me than in “eating” me. She was always coy when I wanted to lick her little cunt, but never at the same time, you blow me and I lick you.

Now, with her kitty right out in the open, she served it up to me, and to buy time, just kissed it, sucked it big time, and then probed deep with her tongue, teasing her clit. I called her crazy with that kiss.

But, from the pace of her sucking, I understood that she wanted to take her time and enjoy it, so I slowed down as well and tried to prolong the lovemaking as much as possible.

We ended up in bed, playing like little kids and going crazy for over an hour before letting out. Took a break and a shower before hitting the road.

On the way back, we were both exhausted, but very content and happy. I took Mom home first and said hello to Dad. Mom gave him his gift and rattled off all the things she’d done (except for the things she and I understood, but couldn’t talk about). I had to interrupt her and tell Dad I was tired and needed to go home and rest.

After saying goodnight to Dad, Mom walked me out the door. At the door, she begged me to put the sexy robe and underwear she had bought in my closet. She squeezed me into a corner and kissed me hotly goodbye. She thanked me more for what I had just told Dad and done for her, and for what I hadn’t said, things that only we knew in our own minds. And then, only then, did she let me go.

After this trip, near the Christmas holidays, the company’s work is very busy, and Christmas entertainment is particularly large. A few days before Christmas, mom called the company, has not seen a few days.

She asked me if we could meet tonight.

I said I couldn’t, I had a client’s Christmas dance to represent the company tonight.

She said it’s okay to take her with you. Tell Dad it’s Mother’s Night. You can come to my house after the dance. It’s okay to stay later.

I said, “Mom, I can’t take you. No one takes his mom to these things.

She said, “Oh, I know. I don’t deserve you.

I knew she was at it again. Said to mom, you know that’s not what I meant. I mean, you don’t know those people, talking about business, company, that occasion is not for you.

She says, I see, you’d be ashamed of me being with you. She cried on the other end of the phone.

I said, “Mom, don’t be like that. I love you and I miss you every day. But it’s just impossible to get away. After Christmas, I’ll have a little more family time.

However, everyone came back for the family reunion on Christmas Eve. My brother and sister-in-law both came back for a small stay of a few days. We saw each other, but there was no possibility of sex. The family was large, and we wanted a space to be slightly intimate. The day after Christmas, while Dad was napping, Mom stole a moment to come over to our house, and we made very hot love on the kitchen table and on the floor for two hours before it was over, just to soothe the pain of missing each other.

I will say these almost trivial things, so that you understand, my mother and I have developed to the point of inseparable feelings. After Christmas, it’s New Year’s Eve, and I’m looking forward to having a moment with my mom that belongs to both of us.

(IX) New Year’s Eve Dump Mom and Dad had a New Year’s Eve dance at their house.

A lot of guests came, all relatives and neighbors. I brought a female companion because I thought it would be good for Dad to show him a woman since he hadn’t seen me with a woman in a long time. She was a coworker of mine who had recently gotten divorced. I had nothing to do on New Year’s Eve, so I asked her to accompany me.

The dance was pretty lively, but I was always hung up on having sex with my mom. And that night, she was simply ravishing. She wore a tight black dress with a low cut, showing lots of cleavage. Her underwear, stockings, and high heels were all black. New Year’s came and went, and I took the opportunity to have a wet kiss with her, but in the middle of a crowd, that was the most we could do.

At 4:00 a.m., I gave my date a ride home. When I got to her door, she thanked me for taking her to the dance and she had a great time.

However, she said she was sorry that she had not been able to get further involved with the second man for a while, etc. I told her that it didn’t matter, I wasn’t thinking that way.

Half an hour later, I returned to the dance. Most of the guests were gone, except for my mom, a couple who lived across the street, and one of my cousins. He was seventeen and had had too much to drink. His parents had left earlier, but he wouldn’t leave, saying he’d be home later. His house wasn’t far, two blocks from my parents’ house, so there was no problem.

I saw him pestering mom with a slow dance while the others sat on the couch drinking and talking. I saw this cousin once put his hands on Mom’s ass, and when she said something to him, he moved his hands away in a hurry and put them on her back.

When the neighbor couple excused themselves, Dad also said he was tired and wanted to go to bed. In passing, I told that cousin that the dance was over and that he needed to go home. For safety’s sake, I drove him home. Mom said she wasn’t ready to go to bed yet and would stay a little longer and have one more glass of wine. I told her I would be back with her soon.

Rushed back in less than fifteen minutes. Saw her with her heels off, legs folded, leaning against the couch.

A scented oil lamp was lit on the coffee table. The familiar aphrodisiacal scent, and the romantic music playing on the jukebox, filled the living room. I sat down next to her and put her hand in mine, holding it. The first thing I asked her was if her dad was asleep.

“He went back to his room a long time ago, I think he’s asleep.” She said.

“Mom, you know I’ve been waiting all night for this moment.” I told her softly in her ear.

“Me too, my dear.” She replied, then her face leaned in and she and I shared a passionate French kiss.

I said, the car is parked outside and we can go to my house.

Too tired to move, she said.

I asked her, “So, you don’t want to move and do something else?”

She said, “Stupid, what else would I want to do?”

“Here?”

“Yeah, right here.”

In a clever maneuver, she removed her bra from under her skirt without having to remove her dress first. Then lifted up her skirt and removed her panties. With that, she crouched over me, unzipped her pants, pulled my cock out and started sucking on it. Instead, I lifted her up and asked her to sit on my lap. I wanted to kiss her, like an amorous seed kissing my dearest and favorite lover.

By this time, I was no longer in a hurry to make love; what I needed was to enjoy the romantic mood of spending New Year’s Eve with the woman I loved so much.

So we kissed again and caressed each other.

I said, “Mom, you’re a good kisser.”

She said, “You’re the first person to tell me. I thought I didn’t know how to kiss. It takes two people to kiss. I don’t understand why, when I’m with you, it’s like kissing a fish; our mouths just stick together and we can’t separate. Jimmy, you make me a good kisser because when you kiss me, it makes me feel loved.” “Mom, I love you.”

I kissed her, caressing her breast and the blooming clitoris, covering the firmness of it with my hand and kneading it gently. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. I reached inside her long skirt, deep between her legs, also wet, where it gave way and my fingers sought the fountain that nourished the fragrant grass. Flipping her labia minora, visiting her clitoris.

With the reaction on her face and a yelp, I knew I had picked it. My fingers started pumping inside her there. This is all the first thing I do when I love my old mom. Not too hard, she said. I asked why. She said, she was especially sensitive there tonight.

We kept kissing until she decided she’d had enough and used her tongue to push mine out of her mouth. She made an odd face at me, lifted her skirt and slowly sank her body down, landing on my cock until it was completely inside the kitten. Neither of us moved, looking at each other in silence, and then she kissed me softly, smiled at me, and told me Happy New Year.

We hugged and kissed again. Mom rode me like a horse, rocking and shaking uncontrollably, and we were both so excited that I soon ejaculated, and Mom leaked with me.

I remember a month ago, I was having oral sex with my mom in the kitchen. I’ll admit that I was nervous, and I always thought that my dad was somewhere, watching me and my mom having sex. In fact, I was so paranoid that I suspected he was watching me and my mom in any corner of the house. Now, the living room was a much easier place to find him.

I feel like my dad was there, and everything my mom and I did was in his eyes. I said to my mom, “We are at home, will not give the father to see.

She said it wouldn’t.

“I feel like he knows about us.”

“Don’t be paranoid.”

“It’s not paranoia. I feel like Dad knows a lot about a lot of things.”

“How would he know? He’s sleeping like a dead pig right now.”

“Hopefully one day we won’t have to worry about exposing it to Dad.”

Mom said, just be careful with everything, he won’t know.

And I had a thought in my mind that I was afraid to voice. I had more and more reason to believe that Dad wouldn’t be unaware of it.

We hung up the phone every day, frequent rendezvous, and mom for me and gorgeous makeup. I also realized that my mom was in full bloom, so how could Dad not see it? Moreover, mom can easily find the opportunity to meet with me, it is very likely that he created from it.

I couldn’t beat around the bush on that idea anymore or my cock wouldn’t lift. I told her that I saw my cousin get all handsy with her and grab her ass. She laughed out loud and asked if I was jealous. I admitted it.

I told her it was my turn to be jealous of her this time. She laughed out loud again.

I said, “If he wasn’t already drunk as hell, he’d be fantasizing about having sex with you right now to beat up the hand grabbers.”

“And you’re jealous of him? Who was able to make love to your old mom tonight? He’s so pathetic.” She teased me.

“Mom, you’re getting hotter and hotter, and the boys can’t resist you, they’re all smitten.

I also realize now that I have a lot of competition as well. ” “Jimmy, you talk too much. “

“Mom, are you reminding me to do it now?”

I kissed her again, pinned her to the couch, lifted up her long skirt and was about to rip off the panties she had just put on and make love to her for a second round. She called out to stop, I wouldn’t. She turned her breath away and asked me to be careful not to stain her skirt.

I simply took her hand and pulled her into the bathroom and locked the door. I took off all the clothes on my body, sex in clothes is not too comfortable. Mom also took off her skirt, panties, only stockings. The bathroom was a small space, but with a door to close, it was impossible for Dad to keep his eyes on me. I can also relax a bit, and mom and love some.

My lust was rising like a tidal wave, and it was that little cousin that started it. I was burning with lust when I remembered how empty and dull life was when I didn’t have her little cunt to use.

We were naked and kissing passionately, and Mom’s body was hot with desire. I picked up Mom, put her back against the wall, and eased her down on top of my hard-as-iron cock. I buried my face in her breasts as she wrapped her legs around me and clasped them tightly. Her stockings rubbed against my ass. She couldn’t stop talking, wanting me to fuck her harder.

I did everything I could to bring pleasure to my mom. I heard the sound of bodies colliding with each other, (the walls shaking), rapid gasps, and Mom’s quiet moans. The climax of our sexual intercourse erupted in both of us at the same time. Mom’s belly and thighs were covered in my cum, so I picked her up and placed her in the tiny bathtub to wash it off.

She also pulled me in as well and washed me. The bathtub was small, just big enough for the two of us to squeeze into, but it didn’t stop us from sharing a bath. After our little goodbye, it was always a difficult scene, touching each other’s bodies and kissing endlessly. Finally, Mom sucked my cock again, swallowing every drop of cum, wiping it off with the back of her hand and licking it off with her tongue at the corner of her mouth.

Mom walked me out the door and then kissed me goodbye at the front door. We clung to each other and refused to part. As the day wore on, we wished each other well. Mom wished that she could spend every second with me this year. I promised her that I would try my best to be a good lover and treat her well.

In the past few months, my mom and I have, by God’s grace, opened up a new world of sex, and we have done everything that a man and a woman would do. I never let my girlfriend bind me, but now the fifty-five-year-old mom, identified as a fixed sexual partner, know me can not believe. But I don’t feel any disadvantage at all, because I have tasted the benefits of having a relationship with my mom.

She is mature and sophisticated enough to be more thoughtful than I am, and that settles me down. A woman in love also likes her man to coax her, and that’s what I’m good at. My mom is the sweetest woman in the history of my relationships.

From the physical side, mom is no longer young, her body is not at the peak of womanhood, so what?

She’s willing to give you her body, there’s no way she won’t do it with you, and every time she goes to bed you’re satisfied, so there’s nothing more to say to her. She also understands that I am satisfied with her in that area of her sex life, and she is more confident in her own sex skills, so she is even more committed to me. Well, when it comes down to it, you can imagine why a man would give up a life among women for his mom’s sake and feel like he’s in the middle of a blessing.

Because one night, making a bold request to her, mom threw herself in her arms, a lustful blessing from God. So far, all I can say is that sleeping with my old mom was the best thing that ever happened to me. My mom and I are in honeymoon, and as the new year approaches, what’s new for me and my mom on the road to love? I’m sure good things will continue to come, and when they do, I’ll share those sweet and cozy rhymes with all of you who are in the same boat.

“Done.”