This story is purely fictional, please do not watch it if you do not have good mental capacity, or you will be responsible for the consequences.
The original was blander, so it was spiced up appropriately.
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Before I tell you how I became the new man in my mom’s sex life, let me tell you some background about my family.
My dad and mom used to have a happy and fulfilling sex life for the first 16-17 years of their marriage, but when dad climbed into the leadership of his company, work started to become all he had in his life, which greatly damaged his marriage.
When I was almost seventeen years old, my father was assigned to manage the second shift of production at the factory, with a corresponding increase in salary, of course, but also with more responsibilities. This meant that he had to work from 3:30 p.m. to midnight, with the possibility of overtime at any time. On Saturdays he has meetings, and sometimes on his days off he has to visit other production sites. He comes home late, often doesn’t get to bed until the early hours of the morning, and looks tired most of the time.
My dad is definitely a hard-working and responsible person who always devotes 110% of his energy and time to his work. But our family isn’t short of money, and I really don’t understand what he’s doing working all day long but not having time to enjoy life.
At home, Dad is becoming more and more superfluous, he and Mom are becoming more and more out of sync, and Dad is out of the loop on almost everything Mom cares about. Their sex life had in fact ceased to exist. However, Mom was a woman who loved sex (as I later learned), and for the first few months, Mom used to try to arouse Dad sexually. Sometimes she would dress up very sexy and wait until late until dad came home, but he always disappointed her, which she couldn’t blame him for because he was just too tired to do anything else.
In the afternoon, he was always too busy getting ready for work in the evening to care about his mom. Occasionally on Sundays, he would come and go, but also hastily. Gradually Mom gave up and started to become quiet and difficult to get along with, and of course Dad, who was too busy working, didn’t realize it.
To be fair, with a little bit of attention, you will realize that my mom is actually a very beautiful woman. And I’m not talking about ‘woman’ here in the sense of those petite, beautiful-looking, simple-minded women that are all the rage these days.
My mother was not short, standing 5’7″ and weighing 140 pounds, with round, firm breasts, full and curvy hips, a firm, firm ass, round, full thighs, well-curved calves, and neat ankles, and deep dimples in her cheeks when she laughed, which, combined with a strong nose and a bright mouth, bright dark brown eyes, and loose, wavy, yellowish-brown hair, gave her an amazing especially for me. The only reason for this detailed description is to tell you that my mom is a great beauty and wherever she goes, she is the center of attention.
As for myself – the last member of this family. At the time I was just a junior in high school, a good student in the traditional sense. Outstanding grades in my class, but also an accomplished athlete, especially enjoying playing football and being a member of the varsity team.
I am 5 feet 11 inches tall, 175 pounds, muscular and fit, and I am the second fastest runner on my team. However, I have some social problems, such as I hate making boring conversations with people, I get overwhelmed with girls and don’t know what to say, and although I have a strong desire for the opposite sex, I tend to hide that desire.
I have also had my share of experiences with the opposite sex, having had a total of two girlfriends.
The first girl was the type of woman who just wanted to dominate and boss men around, and she always looked at me this way and that during the days of our relationship, and thankfully I got tired of hanging out with her pretty quickly.
I’ll admit she was a good kisser, the only thing I remember was that she liked to cuddle, but I never wanted to dabble in the world inside her shorts. Now that she was married to a nasty man who liked to whip her with a belt from time to time, it certainly wasn’t her turn to dictate his life.
The second was a shy very short girl, at least for me. It took me a long time to teach her to kiss, and even though she learned by heart, seemed to like me, and slowly learned to enjoy embracing kisses, she was still very sensitive. As soon as I got carried away and touched her breasts, she would immediately let out a scream and threaten to tell her parents. It didn’t work out and our relationship had to end.
Then one of the playboys at our school got his hands on her, and soon she became a slut for anyone who approached her. At one point, she hinted that if I wanted her, she’d be happy to cooperate, but I was no longer interested in any part of her body, and I wasn’t going to waste my passion and semen for a woman who was as good as anyone.
Okay, enough rambling, let’s get back to the book.
I, a bloody young teenager, not exactly unattractive, had to resort to masturbation to get rid of the many less-than-ideal aspects of the sexes.
And my mom, a beautiful woman with a strong sex drive, was neglected by her delayed husband.
I often out of thin air to create a lot of whimsical, realistic and vivid sexual fantasies, and the most frequent object in the fantasy is my beautiful and sexy mom.
Imagine a husband, a father, who is away from home the vast majority of the time, leaving two lonely, horny people empty for the night, and you have a very obvious solution – very obvious indeed, that is – incest (if you approve of the act), it’s just couldn’t be more natural.
But sometimes, things always turn out to be unimaginable.
I am in favor of incest, or at least the idea of it, I don’t think incest is an immoral thing, it is condemned in the traditional idea, but I think that in a family relationship, parents and children are closer than any other people, the blood relationship makes them depend on each other, and it is a given that they will have a good feeling for each other, and it is not impossible to develop it into a sexual relationship further.
Seriously, think about it, but I never thought it would actually happen, even though I’ve done it countless times with my beautiful mom in my dreams and I eagerly await the day when it will come true.
But when it came time to put it all together, I was out of ideas. I spent a long time looking and thinking, and finally came to the incredible conclusion that my mom had actually always been interested in me – sexually.
After realizing this, though not quite sure, I decided to go on the offensive. From the premeditated simple flirting to the subtle teasing of each other, everything started so naturally and slowly.
I knew that mom wasn’t feeling very good about herself and was even doubting her own attractiveness, all because of dad’s coldness towards her. So I started trying to cheer her up by giving her compliments and letting her realize how beautiful and attractive she was to her son.
At first I was clumsy, often not getting the words right, and often blushing from saying the wrong thing, but my mother was always quick to understand what I meant, and I could tell she liked it, she knew I was sincere, and even though my words didn’t sound as grand as those of orators, she could figure out the meaning hidden behind them.
With each compliment I became more and more eloquent and sweet-mouthed, and as a result I often received warm hugs from my mom as a reward for this.
I started spending more time at home with my mom, soothing her who was left out by her husband, and we talked about everything.
From our conversation, I learned about my mom’s life experiences when she was young, all her interests, hobbies and dreams. My mom is no longer as high and distant from me as she used to be, but as she is now, so close to me, like an interesting friend, deeply attracted to me. I found that I could talk about anything to her, even things I never dared to say in front of others.
Honestly, even though I used to go to the movies and play games with a bunch of my friends, I never really had any friends in the true sense of the word. And now, my mom has become my closest best friend, and I’m both confused and satisfied with this relationship.
We watched TV together, played cards, and occasionally went out for dinners or concerts. From time to time I helped my mom with housework, cooking or cleaning dishes, and even did her laundry. However, I had always had an extremely strong desire for her body, and this desire was increasing day by day, and I could only barely suppress this unhealthy desire by frequent masturbation, and by having wild sex with her in my dreams.
I’ve tried to spy on my mom in the shower, but her bathroom is in her room and I don’t have a chance unless she showers with the door open.
Yet every day I was confronted with my mature and sexy mom, I felt my self-control rapidly diminishing and getting closer and closer to the brink of collapse. But, on the other hand, I appreciated our closest friendship as it was now.
I could also sense that my mom appreciated me as a companion, and she seemed more relaxed and happy and in love with life now than she had been in the past, and seemed reluctant to bring up the situation of growing estrangement from my dad, and had given up trying to work on it again.
From time to time, she has mentioned to me her experience of dating her dad, their journey from meeting, to falling in love, and finally combining, indirectly, subtly and implicitly making it clear to me that she has lost the sex life they once shared and loved.
Whenever this happened, she always shook her head gently, looking sad and telling me how much she wished she had someone to comfort her and talk to her. Whenever this happened, I almost blurted out, “Mom, let me take Dad’s place and stay with you?”
But every time the words reach the tip of my tongue, I swallow them. I’m so hard on my cowardice, I’m so useless.
Now mom is back to caring about her appearance. She started using makeup again like she used to, wearing fashionable hairstyles, and paying attention to what she wore. Often it was white-washed jeans, a loose blouse, sometimes a tight T-shirt, as if to show off to me her dazzlingly beautiful thighs, her jutting, full, tantalizing breasts, and her body’s shapely curves.
Then, as the weather turned warmer and summer came, she even wore very daring and revealing golf skirts, which I had never seen her in before. It all tickled me, especially when I caught a glimpse of her white panties.
Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to praise her, sometimes quite liberally and carnally, but honestly, I appreciated the changes in her from the bottom of my heart, and Mom obviously reveled in my praise even more, and would take the opportunity to cuddle with me for kudos as well.
Mom was leaning more and more towards using her body to suggest to me how much she loved her son. This game of if-and-when was going on, and it mesmerized me.
Each embrace caused my lust to grow hotter and hotter like the summer sun.
Our cuddles were becoming more frequent, I was becoming more eager for the future, and there were things in between that I had never experienced before, and I was no longer a child.
Every morning when I go to school I hug my mom goodbye and when I come home from school I am greeted with another warm hug and we hug and say good night and good morning to each other. When I greeted her, I would get a hug, and when I helped her with her chores, another warm hug.
Gradually kissing was added to hugging. At first we limited ourselves to a dabbing kiss on the cheek, but it soon progressed to heavy kissing and eventually to mouth-to-mouth contact in a natural progression.
So I started actively looking for opportunities to get those kisses I’d been dreaming of, instead of just sitting around waiting for them to come. For example, when I was clearing the table after dinner, I would take the opportunity to put my arms around my mom and give her a kiss, then tell her how sweet it was.
As she tried on new clothes, I would pose as a serious observer, then come with a whistle of envy, wrap my arms tightly around her and deliver a monkey kiss. Over time, these kisses grew tender and sweet.
I think my mom and I would look like a very happy couple if we weren’t sleeping in separate beds.
My love for my mom was growing every day, and my desire for her tantalizing body was getting stronger.
You might think that my mom would make her love for me clear, but unfortunately that never happened. I could only rely on observation, speculation, and physical contact to figure out, test, and feel my mom’s love, and if I misinterpreted her meaning and acted rashly only to be kicked out of bed by her, guess what would happen? A woman’s heart is the most elusive, good thing mom gave me a lot of hints, but I’m not sure which hints may bring me good luck.
Gradually, however, mom stopped covering up and hiding her sexy body. She would often wear a semi-transparent gown in the morning, and also developed the habit of bending over so that her ample breasts were visible, or so that I could dimly see her snug undergarments on the inside.
Every now and then, I could clearly see her erect nipples, and sometimes I could even see her dark patch of pubic hair through her thin silk dress.
Sometimes when I passed by her bedroom at night to look for food in the kitchen, I could see her alone in her pajamas. And these silk pajamas obviously couldn’t hide her body and I could clearly see the beautiful curves of my mom’s body. It was so moving! It’s good to be alive! It’s not really soul-crushing, but it’s nice to feast your eyes on it.
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Twice I’ve seen my mom completely naked when she clearly intended for me to see it.
One time when I was coming back from school and going up the stairs, my footsteps were a little louder, not sneaking up the stairs anyway, and then my mom suddenly appeared in the aisle at the top of the stairs, naked, with her perky breasts and thick, hairy pussy fully exposed to me.
I was taken aback, and my eyes couldn’t help but fix on her proudly erect breasts and overgrown pussy. But mom looked more ‘surprised’ and said, “Oh, I didn’t know you were home.”
It seems she wasn’t in a hurry to cover herself, instead she deliberately turned around in style so that my horny eyes could take in her stunning ass before slowly walking back into the room.
On another occasion, the bathroom door was open, and I walked in to find my mom in there, freshly undressed and naked, and it was obvious she was planning to take a shower. For a moment I was so embarrassed that I stammered a quick apology and then slipped out of the bathroom, blushing.
“It’s okay, honey,” Mom didn’t look upset, “I forgot to close the door.”
It’s nice that she’s not trying to hide her desire for sex anymore! I was very pleased with what I saw.
The only odd thing in this case is that there is also a separate bathroom in the parents’ room where mom has always showered in the past.
As I said, mom started wearing very short golf skirts (she didn’t really like to play golf), but only at home and after dad went out.
That day she was wearing one of those short skirts that just barely covered her hips, and when she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed and her white panties were always visible – always white, I realized.
Mom was becoming less and less aware of how she sat, she was sitting across from me, her thighs would sometimes be open, and at other times she would bound her knees up and spread her legs apart, giving a great view of what was under her skirt, as if she was unaware that her son’s lustful eyes across from her were shooting flames of desire.
The white panties came in and out of my view frequently, just a glimpse, but it was enough for me to see the style of these panties, a sheer, high-waisted white panty that gave you a clear view of the sinuous black cross.
I stared greedily at the dizzying blackness of the area, when suddenly my mom gave me a sassy and flirty glare as if she could see right through me, causing me to jump, but it seemed that instead of getting angry, she sat down next to me and stared wistfully at me, tenderly stroking my head with her hand.
A familiar and unfamiliar scent of a woman’s body drifted into my nose, and all of a sudden it made my whole body shiver with excitement.
I just hoped that mom really did desire me and could make me get what I wanted. Mom was so close, almost within reach, that I wanted to suddenly crush her underneath me, but at this point I was at a loss as to what I should do next.
If I were to make a move on my mom, only to find out that it was just wishful thinking on my part, it would probably ruin the good relationship that my mom and I have worked so hard to build, and I don’t want that to happen. After all, she’s my mom, and there’s no way I could morally do anything bad to her unless mom initiated it or made a further intimate move.
(Later, I learned that she was also very conflicted at the time, and had been trying to restrain herself from going beyond that one step that could have changed our lives forever.)
Nothing happened on this day, and I was a little disappointed, but also relieved. I longed for a breakthrough, but was afraid of it.
Another night, I was lying on the carpet watching TV, casually placing the newspaper I had finished reading on the floor beside me, when my mom came over and tried to pick out a few to read.
She was bent over on her half-knees, her back to me, her legs spread apart, her plump ass right in my reach. She was wearing a short golf skirt, and her white panties were too much to wrap around her tight ass. Through the white transparent panties, I could clearly see the outline of her two plump labia.
Just as I was lost in thought, staring at them, imagining the wonderful feeling of rubbing and grinding them with my rod, I suddenly realized that my mom was looking at me through the gap between her legs with a smirk.
I immediately turned my head away like an electric shock and blushed. Mom didn’t say anything and continued to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened, while I glanced at my mom’s wonderful place from time to time as if I were a thief, until she finished reading the newspaper and sat back on the sofa.
That’s when I realized she was forcing herself not to laugh out loud as if she was having a good time, so it turned out that my mom had planned this, and it was just a cheap shot for me, the wimpy spectator.
When it came time to say goodnight to each other, Mom’s kisses were especially tender and lingering, taking twice as long as the usual kisses, almost catching up with the passionate kisses between lovers, and I could have sworn her tongue tentatively came out twice.
It looked like she was reluctant to part with me, and I’m pretty sure she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but I backed off.
I’m terrified that once things get started, they’ll be unmanageable. Although in my dreams, I could do anything in bed with my mom, I wouldn’t begrudge her giving her everything I have and she would reciprocate, including her passion and even her body. But in real life, I can’t, and I’m not entirely sure what’s going on in my mom’s mind yet.
Ah, my dream! I was going out of my mind. That night, I spent the whole night jerking off alone.
The next morning I got up and took a shower, surprisingly refreshed, and as I was shaving I heard my dad driving away. It was Saturday, and I knew he wouldn’t be back tonight because he had a long meeting to deal with at nine o’clock the next morning. Dad is so pathetic.
After shaving, I went down for breakfast. Mom came in soon after, wearing another short golf skirt (I knew that must have been on her after Dad went out) and a t-shirt, not wearing a bra underneath.
My God, she looked so hot and steamy and I was in just a pair of shorts at this point, it was unbearable, my rod was starting to get out of my conscious control. She made me my favorite pancakes and I sat down. She held up the pan with the crepes inside and came to my right hand side and put the crepes on my plate.
Everything was so natural, there was no trace of artifice at all, and I slipped my right hand between her legs and tenderly stroked the insides of her thighs. She snapped to attention and stared into my eyes, her dark brown eyes suddenly radiating with blinding lust, so I knew what I had to do next.
As if electrified, the sensation of running my fingers over my mom’s soft, satin-smooth skin was wonderful. We were frozen for a few moments at the same time, both waiting for what was going to happen next.
Well, what’s done is done, I’ve broken the ice, pierced the thin layer of paper between us, and I have no choice but to move forward.
At this point, I wouldn’t be a man if I still backed down like I did in the past.
So I began to stroke up and down the insides of mom’s soft thighs, and then slowly and gradually worked my way up from her knees to the intersection of her thighs at the base of her thighs. Mom’s breath immediately caught, but she still didn’t stop me, but slowly, slowly put the pan holding the pancakes on the table, and had no intention of leaving me, just stood there letting me caress her flesh. Eventually she couldn’t hold back any longer, and circled her arms tenderly around my neck so that mine was pressed against her left breast, panting rapidly, and I guessing that she had some fear of what was about to happen as well.
For a long time, I just patted and caressed mom’s attractive thighs while she just tenderly wrapped her arms around my neck. My left hand also pressed down on mom’s thigh and both hands caressed her thigh together.
My left hand slowly crept upward along the outside of my mom’s thigh, and soon I was feeling the height of her usual panties, but surprisingly the touch was incredibly soft and warm skin.
My left hand continued to roam her hips, and it finally dawned on me that mom wasn’t wearing any panties at all!
Mom couldn’t handle my touch and let out a moan while pressing my head firmly against her soft, firm breasts.
My right hand was not idle and began to advance deeper into the inner part of mom’s thigh, very carefully approaching the target zone that I had been pining for day and night. Mom hastily shifted her right leg and spread her thighs so as to facilitate the exploration of her baby boy’s eager hand.
I tentatively put my hand up to my mom’s pussy, touching the soft pubic hair, a little further forward my hand touched my mom’s pussy, so I gently and tenderly stroked my mom’s warm, wet pussy lips, and at that moment it felt as if I had arrived at a place that had once been very familiar to me.
I swear, from the day I was born until now, I never imagined that there would come a day when I would be able to fondle my own mother’s pussy like a lover; it was only the preserve of my dreams.
Everything is like a dream.
As if in response to me, a violent shudder immediately ran through my mother’s body as my hand brushed against her pussy, and then she suddenly and quickly took off her T-shirt and turned her body squarely towards me, pulling her obstructing golf skirt violently over her head and pressing my face violently against her naked, soft, and plump breasts while my hands continued to go on a rampage over my mother’s tantalizing flesh. My left hand teased her pussy lips while my right hand rubbed her ass hard. All I seemed to have left was instinct.
I flipped both of her pussy lips open and stuck my finger inside, which was already wet and dripping with lust.
Mom gasped uncontrollably while guiding my mouth to lick her nipples. Without having to be instructed by her, I consciously flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across mom’s playfully erect nipple, gently nibbled on the root of it with my teeth, and then feverishly sucked and nibbled on mom’s plump, high breasts.
Mom obviously couldn’t stand the small movements of my fingers down there the most, and her hips began to sway rhythmically from side to side in protest of my illegal intrusion. Her cunt had become so lubricated that the entry and exit of my finger was not met with a single obstacle.
Finally, unable to suppress the physical urge, Mom couldn’t help but scream out, “God, it’s so wonderful, honey! Don’t stop, don’t…”
Heaven forbid, I pressed on with no intention of stopping, only the thought of going further, a thought that was already driving me crazy.
My mouth greedily sought back and forth between the peaks as my fingers continued to tease my mom’s pussy.
“Oh…oh…God!”
Mom moaned, her body seeming to melt, trembling with this continued passion.
“Oh…ohhhh…God! So…so…darling! Oh…ah…so…so beautiful!”
If you’ve never had the experience of sticking your fingers inside your mom’s pussy or pressing your face against her naked breasts, I can guarantee you’ve never even tried the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world.
Oh, my rod can’t hold back any longer, it’s about to burst through my shorts.
That’s when mom suddenly left the table and dragged me.
“Come on, baby!” She ordered, “Take off your pants!”
At the same time, she quickly unzipped her short skirt and removed it, while I peeled off my extra shorts as fast as I could ever peel them off, revealing my ugly, upturned, hot, thick rod.
“Oh God, what a big one!”
She looked surprised at the thickness and length of my rod as she took hold of it and pulled me hard against the counter. But she quickly turned around and leaned against the counter, her back to me, and sent her blooming ass toward my eyes.
“Here, baby,” she was getting a little impatient, “Come on, come on, stick it in mommy from behind.”
I stayed looking at my mother’s beautiful, snow-white, plump ass with awe, and I swear, I wanted to do what she told me to do a hundred thousand times, but how was I supposed to do it when I’d never seen a woman’s pussy before, had no idea how it was constructed, and hadn’t even penetrated my rod into any of the girls from the front, much less from the back?
Mom once again reached back and grabbed my rod.
“Come on, baby!” She urged, “I want your rod in me right now!”
She bent her upper body over the counter and lifted her ass up, urging me to hurry.
I couldn’t care less. I stepped between her wide-open legs, righted my rod, aimed it at her ass balls, and thrust forward with a clench of my teeth, and very unexpectedly my rod entered my mother’s pussy without incident.
God, what does it feel like?
I felt the warm walls of my mom’s flesh tighten around my rod, so excited I practically jumped out of my skin.
“Baby, push in,” Mom called out, “I need your big stick to fuck Mommy hard.”
So I pushed in with my rod while mom arched her ass back until my rod was completely buried in her juicy, lovely pussy.
“Oh…it’s so beautiful, baby!” Mom murmured, “Fuck me, fuck me hard…fuck your mommy to death with your big kissing meat…”
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I gladly complied and began to pump my rod back and forth, while she rhythmically moved her ass to meet my movements, which was a great experience. Mom’s beautiful, eye-catching ass swayed back and forth lewdly under my violent pounding, intensely stimulating my nerves, and an uncontrollable sense of conquest and satisfaction welled up in my heart – Mom was mine now, and I was Mom’s man.
I leaned forward, freeing one hand to take hold of her breast, rubbing and squeezing it hard. In turn, mom rhythmically worked her breasts into my hand, and then she freed one hand to seek out her clit as well. I could feel her fingers moving in and out of the flesh with my rod.
I was glad that mom knew how to twirl her nub around her finger as it would speed up her orgasm, and my ego felt like it couldn’t last much longer, and the fact that I’d lasted as long as I had was way beyond my estimation, probably thanks to last night’s masturbation.
Soon mom’s panting became more and more rapid, like a bitch in heat, and her movements became more and more intense.
“Oh…God…baby! Oh…oh…dying…mommy is going to die beautifully! Baby, kiss good husband, good husband, your big meat stick is so good, mommy is going to die! Ohhhh…ohhhh…ohhhh! …fuck…fuck harder…fuck mom to death…yah ……”
As far as I can remember, I’ve never heard my mom say anything so sassy and lewd, even when I eavesdropped on my dad and mom having sex, my mom was never lewd like this.
You can imagine how excited I was when I heard such lustful cries.
Even in my countless outlandish fantasies, it never occurred to me that my outwardly very traditional-looking mom was so in love with sex, that she had such an amazing amount of passion sloshing around in her body.
I couldn’t help but speed up my thrusts, and soon my mom’s fleshy hole began to contract violently, sucking tightly on my rod.
“Oh…God…God…boy, come on…come on…I’m coming! I’m coming…coming…coming ……”
Mom screamed, her hips swinging wildly, and I had to grab her ass so tightly to keep the rod from slipping out of her meat hole.
I pounded my mom as hard as I could, driving my rod into the deepest part of her body. I felt my glans start to heat up and was on the verge of collapse, the desire to explode filling my body.
I yelled, “I’m coming!”
I slammed my cum, which had gathered all my love and desire, into my mom’s convulsing cunt in a flash.
At this moment mom suddenly stopped shrugging her body and froze completely, only her body shivering violently and unconsciously.
A steady stream of my cum jetted into my mom’s womb.
I wrapped my arms tightly around my mom’s uncontrollably trembling body, my belly pressed against her slightly quivering ass, feeling the warmth of her body.
The convulsions were going on.
It wasn’t until I finally stopped squirting that Mom let out a long breath and slumped heavily on the counter, with me half-laying against her back.
By the time we both came back to our senses, our breathing was still hard to calm down, my cock hadn’t completely shrunk, it was still lodged in my mom’s warm cunt and hadn’t been withdrawn, and I could still feel the slight throbbing of the walls of her pussy as she got her satisfaction.
Thank God, I think, I did fuck my favorite mom.
My long time longing has finally been miraculously realized, even more than I had ever dreamed of getting. And the moment came so suddenly that I have never been happier and more blissful than I am right now.
After a while, mom stood up and my rod slid out of her pussy with a ‘plop’.
Mom turned to me, her brow swirling with uncontrollable arousal, and gave me a toothy grin, “Oh boy, that was a great fuck!”
My rod was still dripping cum, the thick liquid running down mom’s thighs, but she didn’t care. I immediately learned that mom actually really enjoyed all this filth during sex.
Thinking about the crazy moment just now, and that it was my first time, and my mom’s body was so passionate and on fire, my rod couldn’t help but buck again.
Mom clutched my big rod that was beginning to straighten and vibrant again and watched in amazement.
“The big damn monster is trying to get going again!” She was filled with joy, “This is just what I need.”
Can I say no to such a long-suffering, lusty, middle-aged woman?
Mom made me lie down on one of the chairs, then straddled me, mounted me, righted my big rod, squared it to my still dripping pussy, sank down and completely engulfed my rod with her warm, juicy pussy, then leaned down, wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbed her big, soft, plump tits against my chest, and covered my mouth with her sensuous, wet lips again.
We both kissed passionately and wildly, mom sliding her tongue around and our tongues intertwined passionately and closely, desperately asking for each other.
God, I feel like I’m going to heaven.
After a while, Mom straightened up, reached behind her to the dining room table and dipped some jam from my plate, then stuck her finger out in front of me, and I opened my mouth and tried to suck on her finger, but she said, “No, close your mouth.” I did as I was told.
She spread the jam on my lips and licked them clean.
“Awww!” She whispered in my ear, “My sweet dare to fuck mom big cock son has a mouth like honey ooh.”
Then she dipped them in more jam and spread them all over my face, from forehead to chin, even my ears. Then she carefully licked them clean again.
She hummed uncontrollably, sounding like a kitten purring.
Her body undulated up and down from time to time, working hard on my rod, and our union played a joyful music, making ‘plop, plop’ sounds.
It’s all so far I still can’t quite believe it’s true, it’s like I’m immersed in a ridiculously blissful kinky dream that I can’t get out of, and yet it’s all completely and absolutely real.
If you’re harboring the same longing for your mom as I am, just imagine her sitting on your lap, frantically stroking your prick, her naked breasts rubbing against your chest from time to time, and her soft tongue licking your cheeks.
Man, what could be more tantalizing?
Mom poured some more jam onto the plate, this time but smeared them on her face.
“Well, my little man, now it’s your turn.”
I took great pleasure in starting to lick my mom’s pretty face, making her giggle uncontrollably and wriggle her moving waist to avoid my advances.
I slowly licked over her eyes and forehead, her nose and chin, her cheeks and lips with a smirk.
I was enjoying the game, especially since my rod was still full and squirming in her meaty hole.
Next mom spread the jam all over her breasts and pushed herself up so that her full breasts stood up.
I kissed her all over her body, which was so smooth, soft and supple, before I focused my aim on these firm, full breasts, sucking and nibbling on the nipples that were already standing proudly with arousal, just as they had done when I was a newborn.
Mom said excitedly, “I want to lower my body a bit, that will allow you to thrust in better.”
But then it dawned on her, “Oh, how stupid of me, let’s do something sweeter.”
She threw her body back so violently that it almost caused my rod to disengage from her pussy. Then she spread the jam on both sides of my rod and her pussy lips.
“Some butter?”
Mom said as she spooned a small spoonful of butter from the plate and used it to apply a thick, heavy coat of makeup to our genitals.
“Okay, that’s it.” Then her hips met forward again, causing my rod to enter without a handle again.
“Come on!” She said, “Let’s go big.”
Mom started to work her way up and down again, and I gave up the initiative and was completely at her mercy.
Mom is truly a special person, an excellent sexual partner with a great deal of sexual experience and knows how to make a man happy.
I feel so sorry for my dad, he’s missing out on the best thing in the world, I’m so lucky.
From time to time, mom pressed her ample breasts against my chest or gagged me.
When she leaned back, her magnificent breasts could not help but bounce with excitement, and I could see my genitals moving in and out of her hairy pussy.
The jam and butter were bubbling up due to the intense friction, mixed with my first ejaculate, and I wondered what had become of their flavor, perhaps a whole new flavor, that of a mixture of jam, butter, and semen.
“Oh, bad luck!” Mom whined, “Here we go again, I didn’t used to be like this.”
Mom’s face twitched a little, and her expression changed from the smile she had been wearing a moment ago to a mixture of extreme pain and pleasure.
It looked like mom was going to have another orgasm.
Maybe it was because she hadn’t had sex in a long time, but Mom’s orgasm came especially fast.
She began to breathe rapidly, incoherently, interspersed with excited roars of rage and obscenities, and I wasn’t much better.
“Oh, baby! I love your big meat stick! ..good son.. ..good son.. ..no.. ..kissing good husband.. .good brother.. .I want you to fuck Mommy’s slutty pussy hard…. .ohhhh . .I can’t take it anymore… .come on… Harder…good…good…kiss…Mommy’s slutty pussy is about to be broken by you… ohh…. ohh…. …ohh… . you bastard.. .you thief.. .you bad son who fucks mommy.. .oh… ..too.. .too beautiful.. .good son.. .you make mommy too happy.. .ohhhh.. .my most.. .favorite son.. .favorite son.. .wonderful.. .you make mommy so comfortable…”
I started shrugging upwards harder to cope with my mom’s increasingly frantic bouncing, and she became even more incoherent: “Oh … sweetie … baby … darling … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder … fuck mom harder… fuck mom harder… fuck mom harder… fuck mom harder. Fuck mommy harder with your big cock, big rod…oh…fuck…fuck…fuck me…oh……… oh… …ah ……”
Mom’s movements were getting bigger and more violent, her face seemed to redden as if she was drunk, her expression was very painful, and her face was severely distorted. At this moment, she looked very ugly, but I felt that this moment’s mom was the most beautiful.
I can’t hold out any longer. I’m going to explode.
In a blink of an eye I ejaculated a second time.
I shot my hot, thick, sticky cum as soundly as I could into the depths of my mom’s convulsing, spasming cunt walls.
Mom’s face went slack at that point, helplessly open-mouthed, both eyes lost in thought as she stared at the ceiling, her ample breasts bouncing in time with my pounding.
I pounded her furiously until I shot my last drop of cum.
The frantic lovemaking was over, and mom’s shaking body collapsed into my arms.
(iv)
We just snuggled until our breathing calmed down a bit, and mom seemed better, just still moaning a few times now and then.
My rod was still lodged inside my mom’s pussy and I could feel the aftershocks of her extreme orgasm.
We were soaked to the skin, sweat mixed with cum mixed with jam and butter dripping from the chairs onto the floor.
I was exhausted and felt drained, but filled with a feeling of blissful joy.
My rod shrunk a bit, but still filled Mom’s lovely pussy.
Finally, Mom sat up with a long sigh of relief.
She looked at me affectionately and said in a very soft voice, “I love you, good boy, and there is nothing in this world more important to me than you. This is the happiest day of my life, and I shall never forget it.”
Then she tenderly gave me a soft kiss.
Although I was still in the afterglow of the pleasure I’d just experienced and was reminiscing about the wonderful things I’d done with my mom, I was well aware that I should tell her how I felt about her.
I’m not very eloquent, and I was a bit incoherent and stuttering, but I’m pretty sure my mom got the point.
I told her how I had wanted her so badly over the years, and Mom said she had known it all along, that she had been aware of my unusual behavior for a long time, and that she knew I had often spied on her secretly. But she was relieved and satisfied with her attraction to her son.
Towards the end she felt the suppressed fire in her heart being ignited by her son’s lust-filled eyes, and she had fought this perverted thought for a long time, but finally succumbed and began to masturbate, imagining that it was her son who was fucking her, and now she just hoped that she could get used to this incestuous feeling as soon as possible, so that we could continue our communion of the spirit and the flesh and no longer spend our good times in vain.
We assured each other that this was just the beginning of love, and I sincerely assured my mom that she was all the love I had, and she in turn assured me that from now on, her love and body would be available to me whenever I liked.
It’s more mesmerizing than any sea chanty.
Finally, Mom reluctantly left my arms to clean the filth off her body.
Crazy sex results in dirty genitals for us.
Mom used her hand to clean my rod of its filth and then to my surprise licked my rod with her mouth.
“Hey! That’s awesome.” She exclaimed, “Try it.”
She pressed my head to her pussy and I licked feverishly at the obscenities that had long since congealed on her fat cunt lips, over and over.
Mom was right, it tasted really good, but that alone wouldn’t make me lick it down, the most important thing was that I could savor and feel Mom’s delightful, pleasing pussy, and let her know how much her son loved her and intensely desired every part of her body.
I appreciated the way my mom’s thick pubic hair tickled my nose, I wouldn’t have liked it if the pussy was hairless, I like really mature and sexy women, not innocent and cute little girls.
Mom’s pubic hair was dark brown, thick and curly, covering her plump, graven pussy, and her swollen, moisture-smelling labia looked like a beautiful sight.
Mom sat up with her back against the dining room table, letting me rest on her spread thighs, and I got restless, teasing, licking, and sucking my mom’s lovely pussy with my tongue, probing it inside.
Mom held my head in both hands, guiding me and encouraging me to continue, her moans and lewd words letting me know how much she was enjoying my enthusiastic and attentive service.
After only a short time, Mom squirmed impatiently, screaming and rubbing her thick pubic hair against my face, pressing her soft, moist pussy against the mouth I was working so hard to plow, nearly suffocating me as she made my head press so tightly against the roots of her thighs that I could barely breathe.
I loved the feel of it, the smell, the taste, her pubic hair, her moist lubricated labia, her constantly heaving belly.
Suddenly mom clenched her thighs and clamped her ears around me, and I could hear the uncontrollable passion and agitation within her body.
My face was sticky with the mixture of our love.
Ah, God has treated me well, for a young man who has never had any sexual experience, I have enjoyed the experience of having sex from behind my mom’s back, and the wonderful sensation of entering her body from the front, and now I can lick and suck on her beautiful pussy as much as I want, nothing could be more satisfying.
In just over an hour, I was transformed from a simple, disillusioned virgin to a man with a wealth of sexual experience, fully enjoying the wonderful experience of sex between a man and a woman.
And the one who started it all was a great mother.
Mom’s breathing began to catch again as she straddled above me once more, wrapping her arms tightly around me and letting her ample breasts press against my chest, my rod was hard as an iron bar and all I could think about was penetrating Mom again.
Mom gasped for breath, obviously had not regained her energy, it seems that the long-absent she suddenly experienced such strong stimulation, it seems a little unable to adapt, a little unbearable my passion.
I don’t think mom and dad must have experienced sex as intense as this one when they were together, I shot so much cum but still seemed to want more.
And so my mom and I sat with our arms around each other, listening to each other’s heartbeats, not moving a muscle.
The halls were silent, with only mom’s gasps audible.
After a long time, mom’s panting calmed down, so I started another round.
I gently ran my hands down my mom’s back, from her shoulders all the way down to her hips and then to her thighs, her flesh trembling slightly at my touch, and I loved the feeling because sitting on my lap was my own mother, who was connected to me by blood, and who was now so sexy and luscious.
Oh, God, how, how I love my beautiful, sexy mom!
After a long time, Mom breathed a contented sigh of relief and leaned back on the table, a happy smile on her lovely face.
Turning to see the dirt stuck to my face, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Look what you’ve gotten yourself into, boy!” She said.
She continued to clean me, grinding my face with her wet, pink tongue like a mother cat cleaning her kittens, and making a strange gurgling noise in her throat that did sound like a cat’s purr.
I thought, “Mom is so cute like a kitten.
Mom soon kissed me again in a very open French kiss, which I responded to enthusiastically.
Mom lifted her body, looked down at my hard-on and caught it in her hand.
“Oh baby, I -love- your big meat stick, it seems tireless! I’ll show you how much I love it!”
She lowered her head and came between my legs, kissing the glans, which was still sticky with semen, and stroking my scrotum, all the while saying obscene things over and over again.
“Oooooh my little bird, little cock, you’re such a beautiful guy, thank you for fucking Mommy so good, Mommy will have you servicing Mommy again soon, you big, hard, cute little bad boy.”
Mom held and licked and sucked on the shaft of my gun like a popsicle, making mumbling and slurring noises, then ran her mouth up and down my rod. She squeezed my scrotum with both hands, flicked my glans with the tip of her tongue, and sucked vigorously on my rod.
Since I’d already come twice, I was able to hold back for a while, but the stimulation of Mom’s deft mouth on the rod was getting stronger and stronger, and I knew I was close to losing it.
Mom felt the contractions in my abdomen and knew I couldn’t top out soon, so she was busy spitting out my rod and said, “Take it easy, hold back, I’ll make you cum, go to your room, baby!”
She stood up and pulled on my rod, she loved to walk around pulling on my rod like this and I told her that she could take me anywhere in any way she wanted.
“Come on, baby!” Mommy said, “I want you to fuck me again! Mommy needs her precious big cocked son to fuck her slutty pussy!”
We hurried up the stairs to my room.
Mom flew down onto my bed and opened her thighs as wide as she could.
“Come on, honey! Climb up here and stick your big cock hard in Mommy’s pussy!”
Instead, I stayed for a few moments, staring stupidly at my beautiful mom lying on my bed with her thighs spread out waiting for me.
Her face was overflowing with longing and happy anticipation, deep dimples now appeared, her plump lips were slightly upturned with a sweet smile, and her dark brown eyes flashed with the fire of love. Towering full breasts slightly flaccid, but rose-colored nipples proudly stood up. A slightly rounded belly and curvy, rounded thighs formed a large ‘V’ shape, and at the apex of the V was a fat pussy graced with dark brown pubic hair.
“Oh my God, you’re beautiful, Mom!” I gulped.
“Thank you, baby, but all I want right now is for you to stick your big cock big rod in me and fuck me! It’s all I can think about right now! Come on…”
Without further ado, I jumped onto the bed and knelt between my mom’s legs again as she grabbed my rod and frantically shoved it into her slutty hole.
I immediately shrugged forward while mom arched up to meet me, and I plunged in deep at once, leaving only my scrotum on the outside.
“Ah!” She moaned loudly, “That’s just what I needed! Your big dick is fucking mommy’s pussy so beautifully!”
Soon my mom and I began to fuck fiercely, undulating violently, frantically probing for extreme pleasure, shaking the bed boards and making me fear that they might suddenly collapse.
No other part of the body had to be touched, just the union of our genitals had given me a huge shock.
We kept giving to each other as if we were fulfilling an obligation.
Wrapping my arms around my mom’s hot body pressed beneath me, I thrust with frantic frenzy and vigor, each blow of my big rod knocking her down hard onto the mattress, and turning up her kinky flesh along with it as it pumped up.
Mom bent her knees and braced her feet on the bed, using the pole pole principle to enhance the force of my thrusts.
Each time I thrust into my mom’s fully lubricated love nest, she would forcefully push up as a way to enhance the power of our pistoning motion.
She pulled my head down and kissed me passionately as we fucked. We both kept moaning, roaring, and panting, and the best sound of all was undoubtedly the ‘plop, plop, plop’ sound our union made as we moved in and out.
I felt my glans getting hotter and hotter and my scrotum began to contract violently, I realized that my orgasm was near, the smooth sensation of moving in and out of my mom’s juicy pussy was unstoppable.
I was worried that I’d cum before mom climaxed.
But my fears were unwarranted as Mom began to scream shrilly and furiously, panting sharply, her hips swinging fast and hard and her hands gripping my buttocks tightly, urging me to speed up the speed and intensity of my thrusts.
I finally couldn’t hold back, and after a few quick jerks, I slammed my rod into my mom’s fleshy hole, a fiery stream of cum hitting all the way into the depths of her womb, while she suddenly let out a muffled grunt, her body jerking upward, taking my weight completely, and then freezing there, just her body shaking wildly as she reached an extremely huge orgasm.
I felt a sudden heat in my mom’s vagina, a hot liquid flowed out, scalded my glans. This stimulation made my soul to be scattered, as if I was swimming in the universe, my body was already completely out of control, only the semen continued to gush out.
It was as if we were in a little Garden of Eden with just my mom and I, with rose-colored clouds floating around us. It was when we collapsed together after satisfying each other that my love for my mom began to flood and take over my entire body.
Oh, there’s nothing more mesmerizing, I thought, feeling my mom’s love so deeply.
(v)
We were both exhausted, lying on the bed in a tight embrace, caressing, kissing, and talking to each other, until Mom mentioned to me that she and Dad had had a sexual frustration, but she immediately explained to me that it wasn’t the main reason she had come on to me. She had been conflicted in her mind for a long time, wondering if she was still attracted to me, but of course, now she was relieved that she had sensed my strong desire for her.
It didn’t matter that she said she missed my attempts to spy on her every chance I got, what mattered was that she learned from that that she was still attracted to me, and so, on several occasions, she managed to satisfy me with my attempts.
Of course she tried hard not to let things get out of hand until just before breakfast.
Then she decided to take things a step forward and see what would happen.
She didn’t intend to blatantly seduce me, but she wanted to create an opportunity for me to take a step forward.
This morning she had planned to wear no panties and no bra, and if possible she would create opportunities where I could look at her ass and pussy so that I could know without difficulty that she was intending to seduce me.
As I ran my hand up her inner thigh, she was filled with the pleasure of having succeeded in her trickery, knowing that from now on we would have a new and fantastical life between us.
Mom absently fiddled with my rod while I caressed her pussy.
I realized that I was so enamored with my mom’s gorgeous flesh that no matter how many times I fucked her, I would never be satisfied.
I told her that I used to only be able to make love to her in my dreams, and she immediately asked me if she was better in my dreams than she is now, and I swore that my mom could only be described as perfect now, and that I have always thought of her as the best lover and the perfect sexual partner. I swore that I would always be faithful to her, both as a mother and a lover.
We just poured our hearts out to each other.
It is neither just the love of a mother and her son, nor just the love of a man and a woman, but a union of the two that has gone far beyond the taboos of blood.
I’m sure there’s no greater love than bareback sex between a sexy mom and a strong son.
Before I knew it, it was already the next morning, during which I fucked my mom three more times, tongued her pussy to orgasm once, ejaculated once in her wonderful slutty mouth, and had endless hours of passionate kissing and licking each other all over.
We have reached a perfect union of body and soul, and all this is just the beginning of a bright future.
I felt that we had both become one, completely transcending the relationship between husband and wife.
I knew I could do anything to my mom’s gorgeous body.
I also know that my mom is fully emancipated and would do anything for me.
Strong tides of love spread throughout my body as I tried to describe my feelings to my mom, and although she didn’t say anything, I knew from her loving eyes that my mom was feeling the same way.
It’s a wonderful world where mom’s life, which had been disappointing, suddenly became full, where I inadvertently entered the forbidden areas of her life, and then we moved hand in hand, as we had hoped, into a new world full of happy visions.
We should both thank God for that.
No one could be more fulfilled and happy than we are right now.
Finally, the fatigue of continuous fighting was swept away by the fire of hot love, if we do not make love is really sorry for our bodies.
This time mom was on top, my rod deep inside her pussy, and we both slowed down, moving our bodies slowly, caressing each other romantically like the French, as if to remember the wonderful feeling of this moment of heart palpitations.
We both appreciated this warring union, mixing carnality, incest and love.
I accelerated my in and out movements and mom rotated her hips frantically so that we soon reached our sexual peak together.
Later mom said she found it hard to believe that I’d never had sex with another girl before, because she hadn’t tried such spellbinding, extremely devastating sex in her life.
I think it’s probably because we’re so similar, and maybe we’re both naturally good at what we do.
Of course, there’s no denying that the subconscious pleasure of incest plays a pretty important role as well.
We had to clean up all that evidence of love in the dining room afterward, and it was a real mess, with spit, semen, and sweat all over the floor and chairs, and clothes thrown about in a messy way, and an odor in the air.
Mom put the short skirt on, but not the shirt over it, or the panties, so as to make it easier for me to do what I needed whenever I needed to do it.
By the time Dad got back, we had packed everything up like nothing had happened and we were all back to our normal selves, but I couldn’t hide the excitement I felt when I heard Dad announce that he was going to Houston for a week’s business trip the following Monday.
You can imagine what that week meant to mom and me.
It was a crazy week, and you wouldn’t believe me if I told you how many times we did it on those days.
In fact, sometimes even I don’t believe it.
All of this happened 11 years ago and now I’m 28 and my mom is 51.
Due to her age, Mom had to dye her hair, but little else has changed.
Mom is tired of being married to Dad and speaks her mind to him, something unexpected happens, Dad confesses to her that he is having an affair with his secretary and that they have been on two trips together.
Dad filed for divorce and he obviously thought Mom saw through the relationship.
Dad’s company was afraid of making a big deal out of it and wanted to end the matter privately.
Mom threatened to take Dad to court, Dad compromised, gave Mom a large sum of money, left her the house, and had to pay her a monthly alimony, and then they divorced.
I can’t imagine at all why Dad would be so stupid as to prefer another woman to Mom, and who else could be better than Mom? Dad is such a complete and utter fool!
Then it proved to be true for me.
I met the woman who caused Dad’s misfortune, and they were married by then.
To be honest, I was really taken aback when I met her, she was not bad looking, but she was skinny, with a narrow ass and flat breasts, a far cry from her mother.
I wondered if Dad was a pervert, getting his hands on a woman like that.
She’s 14 years younger than her mom, which is probably her biggest advantage.
In any case such marriages don’t last long.
Soon after, the woman drained her dad of his last penny and left him in his old age.
And guess what happened? Dad came back to mom and tried to ask for her forgiveness, but mom refused.
Of course she wouldn’t tell him she had another man and no longer needed him.
At the time, I was enrolled in a college close to home so that I could have sex with my mom on a regular basis, for which I put off all extracurricular activities.
After graduation, I got a good job and an apartment in my hometown.
I live with my mom, just sometimes in my original home and sometimes in my apartment.
We still love each other as much as we used to and have sex a lot.
Mom used her creativity to the fullest, coming up with all sorts of new tricks from time to time to keep our sex life fresh.
Occasionally we would take vacations and travel as a couple.
Those were sweet days.
We stayed all day in the two-person world of our hotel room, naked, making wild love from morning to night, oblivious to the world outside the hotel.
I think by now everyone is well aware of my love for my mom.
She still has a huge attraction to me and every time I make love it can be like being in heaven.
The two of us rarely stand when we’re opposite each other.
At home she always wore short skirts, no panties, and no bra, making it possible for me to go up and down whenever I wanted and then satisfy mom with my tongue and meat.
As long as I was with her, she couldn’t resist the allure of my body, and she was always the first one to be unable to resist and ask me for sex.
postscript
As I was writing this story, I often had to stop to deal with my mom’s pestering, and only after fucking her hard on the floor could I continue.
I won’t let her read any of this (except this editorial postscript) until I finish it. Then the article was finished and my mom became the first reader, but she only got halfway through it before she couldn’t help but jump up and throw her arms around me… can I not understand that?
After a wild act, mom straddled my lap, leaving my rod still in her meaty hole.
She suddenly said to me that she wanted me to add something to the article – that she was the happiest, most sexually skilled mother in the world.
I woke up the next morning to see my mom sitting demurely on the edge of the bed, gently telling me that she wanted to relive that jam session back in the day.
What am I waiting for?
I was sitting at the dining room table, my mom was wearing a short skirt over a t-shirt, no bra, and was holding a pan that was multiplying my favorite pancakes. Mom walked over to my right hand side and placed the pancake on my plate, and naturally my hand went to her inner thigh ……