What a twist of life, I got caught with my mom two days ago. Like things change so radically, one day you're a prep student and days later... Well, you're still that same student; the only difference being that on your cell phone you have pictures of your mother, although this isn't even rare; who doesn't have pictures of their mother on their cell phone? What's truly unique and different from other photos anyone could have, and from other mothers; is that in this photo, my mom is on her knees in front of me, almost naked. Behind you can see her tremendous ass, with one of her buttocks split in half by a dental floss thread that was deliciously buried in the fatty globular rear; while a pair of needle heels protrude from under her buttocks. And her face... her face looking at me fixedly with her eyes; reflecting joy and lust, with her eyeliner smudged, her lip gloss completely smeared, and covered with semen streams on her forehead, nose, cheek, and even hair; her mouth is open showing a good amount of my cum deposited on her tongue. I still can't stop thinking about this madness while I'm staring at her wedding ring that's shining with the flash light as she holds my cock firmly. To be honest, I'm still processing everything that happened. Because it wasn't like I planned it or anything. It just happened on one of the hottest days recently, where everything is hot, sweaty, and you're sticky all the time. And it really just happened out of nowhere, it wasn't premeditated, it was like we were living a normal and common life, and then... BAM... MAMÁ AND I CUMMING. Not referring to making love or common sex. It was a good dirty, sweaty, hairy, smelly fuck with screams, moans, my mom's well-opened buttocks, obscenities, and vulgarity coming out of her mouth. With my fleshy cock buried in her mature, juicy, and tight pussy. With her tongue in my mouth. With her '... fleshy lips tightly grasping the base of my thick cock; his own son's cock, which was also piercing the maternal throat, with my hands squeezing his enormous and fantastic tits.
God, those enormous tits, and I could feel every centimeter of her delicious and bare skin. Mother and son, two naked bodies, bathed in sweat, with their hot skin sliding against each other as they danced in a brutal fuck. And oh, it was savage and rough, the slapping of my mother's buttocks echoing throughout the room. To finish with my large balls covered in maternal fluids and my mother's tight pussy squirting.
It was the most spectacular carnal experience we'd had in our lives.
But that was two days ago...
Most of the time, this is where the story ends, with the culmination of the sexual act. The sex happened, end of the story. But the million-dollar question is... what happens next? What do you do after a mother and son have sex? Can we go back to normality? Would I like to go back to normality?
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Before continuing, I think I should go back a few days and tell them how we got here.
It all started on one of those typical lazy Saturdays in early August. One of those days when you're all hot and even sticky, where the street seems to be burning and being outside is a sacrilege. Which caused me to stay indoors enjoying the air conditioning. Especially after having gone out in the morning with some friends to hang out until it became unbearable to stay outside. After that, I came home to cool off and pass the time, sitting in my room, playing Call of Duty on my PS4, breaking mothers, of course haha. Typical things someone who had just finished their fourth semester of high school would do. In fact, if it were up to me, those things are what I'd do every day that He could slack off. But my dad had other plans. My father is a partner in a construction company, so he's usually busy. As you can imagine, it has given us a good life, so I have nothing to complain about. But going back to the topic; his boss, the majority shareholder, had organized some grilled meats at a ranch for employees to socialize that day. It was one of their big annual events, so everyone had to come with their families to enjoy it. Dad loves everything related to his work and showing off his good life, his beautiful wife, and his son, so we all had to attend. We went every year to this reunion, and although there was some fun, I always got bored out of my mind. They were always forcing me to hang out with the nerdy kids and sons of other employees, and they just seemed so stupid to me. So I ended up hating these types of reunions and always tried to get out of them. And today, with this laziness lying in my room, wearing the same pants I had worn all week, with my Barcelona jersey on, sitting and recharging on my swivel chair, playing PS4. I didn't want to go outside for anything. And it wasn't just me who disliked these reunions; my mom didn't like them either; but she tried to be a good wife and knew it was important to Dad, so she always attended and spent the time smiling since we arrived at the place. Dad, being part of the partners, had left early to help with the organization. Mom and I agreed to meet up later, but as I said before, I resisted going. And finally, mom, like any good mother, took care of reminding me that I couldn't miss it. -Migueee!- I heard mom yell from the hallway, while she was approaching my room. -You need to start getting ready, we have to be there soon.- -See!- I said, without turning to look at her, barely paying attention. I could feel her .... presence at the door of my room. Finally, tired of my classic rebellious attitude, she entered my room, standing between the TV and me, forcing me to pause the game.
'-yes?' I asked with a look of annoyance. I looked up and found myself face to face with Mom's face. I suppose this would be the best moment to describe my mother, especially since she was going to be the woman I'd be screwing in no time.
My mom is called Rocio. My dad made enough money so that she didn't have to work, although despite that, she always tries to keep busy with something. But nothing of that is relevant to the story, so let's start with the good stuff.
I'll be honest, Mom is very good-looking. She's savory and sexy at the same time. She's a light brunette with dark hair in layers that reach her shoulder and a modern look that makes her look very well. She has bright and mischievous honey-colored eyes and plump lips. She's truly a fuck of a woman.
And then there's her body... God, her body. At 43 years old, she stays active, measures 1.65 meters, goes cycling three times a week, so she looks very well, doesn't have a flat stomach, but the slight pancake she has gives it a more natural touch, is owner of thick and superb thighs with impressive legs. And her ass, what a culazo, firm, wide with good hips and large buttocks. The truth is that anyone would drool at seeing Mom, even me, who had trouble not getting lost in the limbo looking at those nalgas.
Now follow her tits...
Honestly, describing them in words isn't enough. They're... enormous, savory. She has big, fat, round, soft and still fairly firm breasts, with a beautiful proud shape. They seem to protrude from her body with pride, well-placed and standing. Mom knows the envy she causes her body among other wives of partners, and I'm sure some have thought they're operated on. Believe me, I've known her all my life. Those breasts are real and absolutely huge. So, from her hair to the tip of her foot, Mom is incredibly hot. And since her son is something hard to ignore, that's why I can describe her body with such detail. And I've come to feel quite guilty about it but eventually I've gone on accepting it. Besides, my friends take care of reminding me how sexy my mom is, so I couldn't survive without going crazy if I didn't accept it.
And to get a better idea, imagine Mom with the face of actress Kim Dickens, just a bit younger, with dark hair but with the body type of Sara Jay, the porn actress.
So after this description, people ask me if I've masturbated thinking about her? Of course. Trying always to make it not obsessive but rather occasional. In certain occasions, she dresses in a way that makes me have an erect cock all the time. I've even thought about how it would be to have sex with her, fantasizing about the idea but really without planning anything about it. Besides, I suppose Mom would have given me a heart attack if she had heard this. And I'm not doing too bad with women, I'm not Brad Pitt but I've got my thing, especially down there. Although due to the hot idea of seeing Mom's mature body in action, I've had to bite my tongue to avoid using explicit and double-entendre phrases with her. Her body incites so much lust that if another girl resembled or caused me those kinds of thoughts, I'd be stuck with her forever. But with a lot of effort and struggle, I manage to keep my heat in check.
-Miguel!- Mom said, waking me up from my lethargy. -You need to get dressed already!- she said impatiently, with her hands on her hips. -We need to be there soon.-
-But... it's really hot,- I complained exaggeratedly, looking out the window, my whiny tone making her smile.
-Come on, sky, you need- fix yourself,- she said, slightly bending down to brush my knee. -you've been out for a while, you're all sticky. You need a bath.- -mmm... it's fine.- I said, turning my eyes away, leaving the control over my lap. -you know, i don't want to go to that stupid party in any way,-i said as calmly as possible. -it's never fun.- -i know,- she replied with a smile. -do you think i want to go?- honestly, i'd rather be outside in the garden getting a tan, but...- -that doesn't sound so bad...- i replied, with a challenging tone. I can hold out when i can, but i can't avoid it completely. That's just not my way of being. But mom seems to enjoy these situations sometimes, always giving me warm looks and smiling when i say something like that. Dad is a dedicated man to his work, so i doubt he'll have this kind of flirting or teasing with her. Knowing mom enjoyed these comments, our relationship would sometimes gain a certain bold and flirtatious tone. Never maliciously, simply the situation was given. Mom knows she's good, and if dad doesn't say anything about it, i'm sure she enjoys these occasions, even coming from her own son. And also she was reciprocal with me, sometimes she whistles when i dress up, or tells me handsome or gallant things like that. All in a good sense, although there seemed to be a spark of sincerity in the comments we made to each other. -okay, son,- she said, stopping me in my tracks. -we have to do these kinds of things, your father gives us a good life, it's the least we can do.- It's funny how double-faced it is sometimes. She didn't care about the party at all. Probably cared much less than i did. And deep down, she wasn't worried about my laziness at all. After seeing what we did an hour later, i see this interaction in a new way. I know what she really wanted, what she needed. Yes, if at that moment I had given her the option to go to the grill or pull my fat and youthful cock vigorously until it exploded in thick, abundant, and creamy semen streams over her enormous and bare breasts... I wouldn't have thought much. -If I know...- I yielded, even though I wasn't fully convinced. Turn off the PlayStation and I got up from my comfortable spot. -Besides, you're glued to those video games. They're burning your brain out. Go outside, go out, have fun.- she suggested, making me turn my eyes upwards. She smiled slightly while moving aside to give me space to get up. And it was at that moment when she looked around and saw my room. -Guacala...- she said, covering her nose. -Your room is a dump. Remember to tidy this place up next time you come back.- She laughed. We definitely had a relationship of trust and playfulness, so I just nodded and laughed with her. She didn't like the state of my room now, but that wouldn't stop what was about to happen in a few moments. As a mother, she disapproved, but as a woman, it really didn't matter, and she proved it by being very agreeable to fornicating here, with me, in my room. Was she thinking that right now? Maybe my rebelliousness was bringing out her dark side. Were the piles of dirty laundry on the floor making her want to get rid of her clothes too and throw them on the floor as well? I stood in front of her and turned towards the mirror. I saw a pleasant boy, not a model or anything like that, but I looked good. I have good features, strong jawline, nice eyes, good hair. My body isn't bad either, although I'm not very defined. Rather, I'm average height and not very thin, but with some muscular tone. I saw Mom behind me, inspecting me. Was she looking at me with desire in that moment? I didn't believe it, but seeing what unfolded afterwards... Anyway, in front of the mirror, I adjusted my hair back with my fingers, before I turned proud.
-I'm ready! I said, looking at Mom with my arms open. She turned her eyes once more.
-If not, she said sarcastically. -Move those ass to the shower right now. You're holding us back a lot. I've been ready for half an hour. Hurry up! she insisted energetically.
-Was she so anxious for me to take a bath? Or was she anxious to get with me in the shower? With water falling on our naked bodies. Would she be thinking about that now? Would she fantasize about it? It was hard to say, but maybe if she did...
-Okay, I'm going, I agreed, heading towards my closet.
-And dress well! she warned. -Just like me! she said, posing.
Mom looked good, very good. She wore a pink blouse with short sleeves that showed the limit of her arms. With a low neckline that showed a good amount of cleavage, and enough to show off the perfect shape of her giant tits. Below, she wore a dark gray skirt that reached her knees, hugging her firm thighs, and no doubt her ass too. She wore a pair of beautiful high-heeled shoes, making her taller than normal, and again emphasizing her ass.
-Well, I don't think my skirt looks as good on me as it does on you, I said, insinuating and smiling afterwards. She turned her eyes once more.
-Okay, kid, mature up and take a bath. I think you need to cool down a bit. she answered, but more irritated than amused. She turned around and walked towards the hallway, her heels clicking with each step. I couldn't help but look at her and yes, her ass looked incredible in that skirt. The thin and soft fabric hugging each of her firm and juicy buttocks as she swayed from side to side. My cock stopped immediately. I shook my head, clearing those thoughts and headed towards getting some clothes.
-I need to remember that we were going to be together less than an hour ago... This meeting we had to go to... I'll tell you we would have finished arriving very, very late, because she and I would be quite busy. Naked, in my bed. Holding onto each other. There was less than an hour left to feel mom's tight and wet pussy hugging my naked cock, squeezing me tightly, trying to suck up the thick semen and deposit it directly into her pussy. Mom seemed annoyed with me now, but very soon she would have her plump lips embracing the head of my dick, anxiously swallowing my semen like a good slut. And yet, so close to the magical moment, things seemed as normal as could be.
I had been right in telling myself I needed to cool off, so the shower was just what I needed. It was one of those demonic days, where you're terribly hot. I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, and although I knew a couple of girls who would be more than willing to spend some time screwing around without commitment, I wouldn't be doing that tonight. And all because I had to go to that stupid meeting. I gazed at her in the shower, but with mom's hurry, it wouldn't have been a completely satisfying session. I closed the lock and tried to ignore my stiff member, thinking about the hours that would pass before I could get rid of all the cum from my balls.
Luckily, I wouldn't have to wait that long. In a bit, mom would be more than anxious to take care of that.
I got dressed, put on a polo shirt and some pants. Nothing very glamorous, but comfortable and stylish. I combed my hair and washed my teeth before leaving the bathroom. I went downstairs to the kitchen, where I supposed mom would be impatiently waiting for me. I approached her and found her standing in front of the stainless steel refrigerator, studying her reflection, looking at her clothes. She didn't notice my presence, and in my state, I couldn't help but look at her round and juicy ass, perfectly molded by the skirt.
Normally, I control myself. Normally, I wouldn't have done what I did. But combining my heat with the annoyance of having to go to that stupid barbecue, I felt a bit bold. So with my mother still unaware of my presence, I slowly approached her from behind and before she could do anything. I raised one of my hands backward and with force pushed it forward, giving one of the yummy cheeks of my mother a good and loud slap.
Plasssss!
My hand collided with her left cheek, making a big noise, and my fingers completely sank into her flesh just after contact. She jumped immediately, turning to look at me face-to-face.
-Ohhh! What the hell?-
she said, with her eyes open in complete surprise while rubbing her cheek. But there was something more visible on her face for an instant. A look of fury combined with something else. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks completely red. Her plump lips slightly apart. This was a look that could only be described as pure and concentrated lust.
The look disappeared quickly, she had erased it from her face so I wouldn't notice.
I like to think that this was the moment when my mother decided she wanted to suck my cock all the way down, wrap her plump lips around it to form a tight seal while pumping out a giant load of cum right into her mouth. And who knows... maybe it was. Maybe the punishment for abusing her body like that was having her on her knees, inhaling my cock and swallowing my semen. I know it sounds crazy, but seeing what happened afterwards makes it seem like a reasonable explanation.
I can assure you that this was the moment when things changed between us. It was the moment that led us to end up naked and sweaty. This was the first step that would take us to a wild encounter for both of us.
-Pinche chamaco.- my mother said, annoyed but unable to contain a lustful smile. -If you do that again, I'll make your hands burn!- she warned, while observing me with a mocking tone.
And who would have thought, an hour later... after that, mom would be the one begging me to whip her fat, sweaty ass over and over again, regardless of how much it hurt or left her with red cheeks. And I'd do it with rage. And she'd love it. It's more, she'd even make my cock harder.
But there was still a little time before that.
I moved towards the pantry, noticing on the way that she had gone back to looking at herself in the refrigerator, seeming displeased.
What's wrong? I asked
I don't know if I look good like this she said, looking at her outfit. What do you think? she asked, turning around to look at me. She looked spectacular. The red blouse framed her breasts without being vulgar. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass. So the skirt was doing its job. But detecting a rare energy in the atmosphere and feeling a little bold, an idea came to mind.
Ahh... I said, rambling and with some imprecision. You look good
I knew that she said, annoyed. I don't think this is going to work. I'm going to change she said grumbling, before leaving the room, going back up the stairs and entering her bedroom. I smiled, without any plan in mind, happy that I had made her doubt. Complacent with myself, I returned to my room and turned on my ps4, knowing that mom was very indecisive about things like this. I was first in line for the game, with a streak of 23-3 when mom stopped at the doorframe.
What do you think of this? she asked
I turned around on my chair, looking at her.
She had replaced the red blouse with a black one, a little less daring but still flirtatious. She had changed the grey skirt for a light blue one cut just above the knees in a diagonal. She looked very good.
Eh... I said, rambling again, acting as if I hadn't been impressed. Do you want to wear black with the sun? I asked
She turned her eyes and left quickly. Sorry! I shouted.
Yes, you have reason,- she replied while entering her room and closing the door. Both outfits were more than fine, but I liked making her angry.
I started another game and was already around 20 deaths when I heard Mom approaching. I turned to see her in her new outfit.
She had replaced her previous clothing with a nice, loose white dress with blue lines decorating it. In most women, this dress would look cute and innocent. But for a woman like Mom's curves, it looked impressive. Her arms were bare, and the thin fabric barely contained her massive bust. The top of her breasts was exposed, showing some cleavage, and her large melons could be seen through the armholes. The thin fabric cascaded over her buttocks, giving a good impression of her perfect rear end. Also, the white material allowed an eye like mine to see the black color of her bra and underwear through the dress.
-What do you think?- she asked, with her arms open. This conversation was still innocent, so I continued my improvised plan. I observed her without much emotion. She noticed the expression on my face. -Now what?- she asked.
-Well...- I started, with a small laugh. -I don't think this dress is very... corporate.-
-What do you mean?- she asked, confused. -It's a barbecue. I think it looks great for the occasion.-
-Well, if you want to wear that, you'll have to...- I started to say, knowing I was entering delicate territory. -The issue is... I'm not sure if you want to show your underwear to Dad's friends, but...-
-I can't see anything...- she said, turning to look at herself in the mirror in my room. She observed herself carefully. -Damn...- she said to herself, confirming my words. -How did you notice? You're not supposed to pay attention to that.-
-It's hard not to notice,- I said, laughing. She hit me on the shoulder, knowing that It wasn't that obvious. - besides, I'm a man...- I can't help it-
She looked at me strangely for a moment, biting her lip slightly before leaving my room. I didn't know where this game was heading. I was improvising, but the energy had changed in a way I couldn't describe. Mom wasn't saying anything, but clearly she felt it too. Probably she hadn't realized yet, but the fact that I'd noticed her underwear through her dress changed things for her. And probably she didn't notice either that when she left my room, she was shaking her ass exaggeratedly with every step.
I left the control aside and waited for Mom to appear, now more intrigued by the game between us than by the one on screen. How couldn't I be? The game on screen had lost its importance to me. And considering the game I was improvising led me to a hot and sweaty fuck with this housewife whom I call Mom. I sat back down to wait for her, wondering what she'd put on now.
I must say I wasn't disappointed at all.
The door to my parents' room opened, and then she appeared, walking in front of me. She leaned against the chair while my eyes widened as I looked at her. She had put on a tight yellow dress, and I'm not exaggerating. It seemed like it had been poured onto her skin. The firm yellow fabric clung to her impressive figure, reaching just above her knees and showing off a suggestive neckline. In an average woman, this wouldn't have drawn so much attention, but in a woman with Mom's curves... her tits seemed to want to tear the fabric apart.
Leaving aside her exuberant body, the dress fit her well. It contrasted harmoniously with her skin. Her dark hair fell onto her shoulders, and her perfect makeup completed the outfit. And of course, no high-heeled shoes could be missing. She was a fuck of a woman.
-Yes, yes, it seems this is the good one,- I said, unable to tear my eyes away- From the sabroso body of hers. She gazed at her tits, observing how they bounced in her walk towards me, while admiring the way the smooth fabric accentuated her voluptuous figure. Those breasts were fighting to escape from the tight dress. The delicate, soft flesh that poked out through the neckline quivered with every step, drawing my gaze like a magnet. And it was because they were simply huge! I know I'm talking about my mother's tits, but what can you do? They're just perfect! I couldn't help but look. I also noticed something I wouldn't have noticed normally if I hadn't looked at her so closely; and that is the protuberance of her nipples was distinguishable through the fabric.
-I don't know- she said, looking down. -I think it's too much-
-It's perfect- I said laughing. -Yellow... sunny... it will serve-
-It's not the color that worries me- she said, turning to look at the mirror. With her gaze sweeping over her reflection, I moved back a bit and could observe her ass. Oh my God! The fabric hugged perfectly around her round and juicy buttocks, and every small movement made them bounce wildly. My cock was throbbing in my pants. The dress was so tight it left little to the imagination, it seemed painted on her skin. I could appreciate each curve of her body with detail.
My eyes looked at the mirror, giving me another good view of her giant tits. Oh God! They're enormous. So round and soft. They were made to be squeezed. I had never seen a pair like that in real life. None of the girls from school compared to them.
I turned my gaze away before she could notice it. I saw her analyzing her outfit, pulling on the hem to make sure it didn't ride up too high.
-Yes, it's too tight- she said to herself.
-No. It's perfect- I said, causing her to look at me with a hint of skepticism in her eyes.
-Please- she said sarcastically. -I don't remember it being so tight- as she passed her hands near her breasts, trying to stretch the fabric a little. -really tightens up... girls.- he said in a low tone. For the first time, I was talking about her bust. I suppose it was a subtle way of asking me to look at her big tits, but she didn't need to ask. At this moment, I realized that this could be more than just a game for her. It seemed like she had said something unimportant, a comment about her breasts; so much so that she didn't even notice what she was saying. But I noticed it, perceived a second intention behind the words. If things seemed to be as I thought, if the impulse inside her continued to drive her, those comments would start to get less subtle. I imagined that in no time, she'd be inviting me to look at her tits or ass with the excuse of judging her outfit. But we both knew the truth deep down. That she loved having her own son's eyes devouring her voluptuous body.
I snapped out of my trance while mom continued to gaze at herself in the mirror, running her hands over her chest, smoothing out the fabric over her big, soft breasts. As she did this, I decided it was time to keep playing. I looked at her with a mischievous grin. It took her a moment before she noticed my face, ready to apply a delicious maneuver on her. -what?- she asked anxiously.
-nothing.- I said, leaning back in the chair again, smiling. -it's just that... it's good to know-
-good to know what?- she asked impatiently.
-good... knowing you have enough confidence in me to talk about your underwear, mom- I said with a sneering face. The tight dress left no doubt that she had taken off her bra and panties before putting it on. Some might not notice... but I did. And letting mom know that I knew made her turn red.
-no.... it's just...-
-pardon my sincerity.- I interrupted, licking my lips and smiling like an idiot. Mom's eyes opened wide as she digested this, looking surprised; but after her apparent embarrassment, the way When her lips parted slightly, sending signals to my balls. My value seemed to excite her.
Yes, amm- she said, diverting her gaze, with a low voice. -still this dress is too much- and began to head towards the exit, but before note that I had completely erect nipples. A current of excitement ran through my body. I watched her leave nervously, shaking her hips from side to side for me. I doubted whether she was doing it on purpose, but I enjoyed it just the same. It seemed like she was starting to get hot, after all, I was too. And I think this was the first time she noticed what was happening.
That's why it probably took her so long to change this time, longer than in other occasions. She must have been wondering what was going on. If things could get out of control. Doubting over what decision to make.
I knew clearly where I wanted to take everything. Even having my mother giving wild thrills on top of me hot cock. Mom could have easily ended this situation, apart from every time she was getting closer to the departure hour. She knew she had to cool down the atmosphere or else it would keep stimulating; but the temptation of the forbidden always wins.
Minutes later, she emerged in a fresh and new outfit.
It's okay, kid, I hope you've calmed down a bit. she said, warning me, with reprimand for being over the line with my comments. She had hinted at things between the lines before, but this sudden denial from her part stimulated me more. I don't know what it was, but I felt extra confident, so I didn't calm down. It seems crazy, but I was willing to take things to the last consequences. So I didn't hesitate to show my disappointment when I saw what she was wearing.
I mean, she looked good. But compared to the yellow dress, there was no comparison. Clearly mom was trying to calm things down, wanting to cool off the boiling tension. She must have realized that she was letting herself get carried away by all this, so it was evident that she wanted take back control. She wore a dark orange blouse that was slightly tighter than the other blouses, leaving less to the imagination. On the bottom, she wore a denim skirt up to her knees, looking like an innocent and attractive housewife with this outfit; everything opposite of her last outfit... that made her look like a delicious woman in heat.
So, although I wanted not to, I couldn't hide my disappointment.
-What?- she asked, posing for me, but it was obvious from the look in her eyes that she knew the answer. She had dressed a bit more conservatively, without showing off her voluptuous body in a bold way.
She gave me a brief smile, but I didn't return it. I leaned back in my chair again and shook my head, showing my discontent. -I think you look good,- Mom said.
-mmm... yeah... clear- I said, leaving the sentence to convey my complete dissatisfaction. –mmm... I think you can do better, Mom- she looked at me fixedly, as if analyzing the sense of my words.
-Because I'm not showing off my enormous breasts and ass, it's a reason for this outfit to be boring,- Mom made me laugh with her comment. Bingo, there was her subconscious again, pronouncing that I should observe her curves. Apart from adding the word huge. It was clear she was still in the game despite resisting.
-It's not that bad- she said, looking at herself in the mirror. I saw her once more, trying to outline her butt in that skirt.
Again, abusing rebel, I said. -Turn around, Mom- in a calm tone.
-What? she said, confused.
-Turn around- I repeated with a slight and decided smile, leaning back on the chair. She turned her eyes, but her apparent discomfort wouldn't stop her from doing what I asked. She let out a light sigh and turned her body to me, shaking her hips with grace, so I could appreciate her ass. It's obvious that was the reason why I asked her to turn around. made in reality what I wanted to say was hey ma turn around so I can see your ass and despite the internal contradictions she might have had, and it seemed to be heading down a one-way street; yet and still she obeyed.
I stared silently at Mom's fleshy butt for a moment, forming a brief silence between us. It looked good, her ass looked appetizing, but... it could be better, and she had the body to achieve it.
ahh... it's not very... doesn't do you justice- I said.
How do you say that? she asked, looking at me with her eyes.
I don't know, the skirt is... very rough. It doesn't accentuate anything. I said confidently.
Doesn't accentuate? she asked. I looked at her in a way that told her what I really wanted to tell her. That this skirt didn't accentuate her ass enough. I've seen better sets.
Well... the yellow dress highlights MY attributes too much- Mom said, smoothing out the skirt over her voluminous ass, trying to make them look a little better for me. Letting her own son know that her mom's butt could still look good in this dress.
I still think I look good, she added.
Turn around again, Mom, I said confidently, and this time she didn't hesitate at all. She turned right in front of me, and despite the thick fabric and the bra she was wearing. I could see her nipples marking themselves out once more. Unconsciously, she smoothed out her blouse, trying to make it more pleasing to my sight. Trying to show me her body. She looked at me again, waiting for my comment. I slowly ran my eyes over her body with hunger, detailing every curve. My gaze fixed directly on her enormous breasts, then down to her stomach, over her firm thighs and calves, and finally back up to her legs, tracing her melons once more before ending on her face. The heat in me was evident; I couldn't erase the desire from my gaze. She opened her eyes slowly, only for an instant. Mom waited patiently for my verdict, and I went back Shake my head. -It doesn't work for me, mom- I said smiling. Her eyes closed for an instant before turning towards the door and walking into her room without saying a word. As she walked away, she was swaying her hips from side to side with an exaggerated movement so that I could notice. Mom must be aware of what her actions were showing. She was enjoying it when I looked at her with desire. She liked being appreciated in a sexual way, even if it was by her son. She liked me telling her, even if it was just a few words, that I enjoyed looking at her body for me. Despite her uncertainty, she didn't stop the game. She continued, even after crossing the line. Just where her maternal instinct should have made her stop. But she didn't stop. She was letting the game flow. I want to believe this moment was when mom decided she needed my thick cock in the deepest part of her vagina. Would she give me a prize for my insolence and rebellion? At least something should be going through her mind about it. It had to be. She made it clear by entering my room that any doubt or uncertainty she was feeling, had disappeared. She entered, swaying with energy. Unable to hide the joy this little fashion show gave her. She stopped near the door and posed for me, looking at me with a confident smile. -And now... what do you think?- she asked with a provocative smile, putting her hands on her hips. -Much better,- I said, settling back into the chair. Her orange blouse had been replaced by a red one, much more pleasant than the previous one, showing more skin above, much more than it had shown so far. She definitely noticed my eyes fixed on the channel formed between her large melons, my hungry gaze observing the soft breasts, and she It seemed not to matter to her. She didn't make any complaint. On the contrary, she leaned slightly forward to be able to observe better. Neither did she show discomfort when my eyes landed on her nipples. The fabric clung to her giant cleavage. Mom had replaced the pleated skirt with a much thinner one, black in color. Despite not being too tight, it was much shorter and had quite a lot of swing; this made her sway and lift her legs happily with each step she took, also showing off her mom's buttocks more.
-Do you like it?- asked, biting her lower lip.
Mom was increasing the temperature, and she was teaching me what I wanted to see.
-Mmm, yes- I answered again.
-May I not teach you enough about my enormous breasts? asked sarcastically, but the fact that she had mentioned her large melons once more was a step forward.
-Ah, of course, yes- I answered mockingly. She turned her eyes, but I could see that she liked my boldness.
She returned to look at herself in the mirror, posing a bit, seeing herself from different angles. I looked at her profile while she stood beside me, and... damn, she looked good. Her melons were struggling to escape their confinement, the top of them was exposed, and the skin looked so soft and firm that I could see it vibrate with each small movement she made. God, they looked pirated, and giant. I couldn't stop looking at them.
I shook my head before she saw me; and I realized that she supposedly saw her reflection, but in reality, she was seeing me. And she wasn't looking at my face exactly. No, her eyes were fixed directly on my bulge. I moved a bit, spreading my legs to give her a better view, this movement made her take her gaze away from there and return it to her reflection. She acted as if nothing had happened, disguising the fact that she hadn't stopped looking at her clothes in the mirror.
-I like it very much- said mom, turning around see me straight in the face, with some nervousness, trying to act as if I hadn't just caught sight of my son's bundle. -your clothes?- I asked, continuing my attack. -obviously my clothes,- stammered mom, blushing slightly. She wasn't giving any signs of having taken a glance. It was pure instinct provoked by a deep need. At this point, mom should have realized the whole situation, in her mind images of us, of her impaling herself on my fat and slobbery cock. I was sure she thought it. So with all the cynicism I said. – i like to see a lot more skin ma.- -ah yes?- asked, without much hesitation, as if she had never thought about avoiding it. While she spoke, there was a certain sensuality in her voice, almost a provocation; the interaction between us changed, it felt oppressive, as if the room were shrinking, forcing us to get into bed; to culminate in my cock's encounter with her pussy. The delicious thing is that both of us knew it wouldn't be long before it happened. I rotated my fingers slowly in the air, simulating a turn. She obeyed at once. The good thing about this skirt is that with the movement the fabric showed more than it should. While I turned, her skirt rose and due to its shortness, I could see all of mom's buttocks in their splendor, and also distinguish a small white strip well inserted into her cleft. Mom had changed her underwear for me, and now she only wore a small thong. My cock palpitated anxiously, and for a moment I almost let my excitement get out of control. Never had I taken things so far with mom, but seeing how they were turning out and how much I was enjoying this, I wasn't going to give up now. I could feel it. Practically I saw the near future. She put on that thong for a reason. To have me see her, to exhibit herself. And if I played my cards right, I might just get to see her completely. -lindo...- I said, without sounding too excited. Her eyes saw me with surprise combined with perversity. She knew exactly what she was doing. So I dared to look at her ass. The thin fabric fell on her buttocks like a second skin.
-This skirt really accentuates my buttocks quite well... don't you think?- she asked, looking at me over her shoulder. Almost got out of my seat with the sudden boldness that mom was showing, but I had to behave if I wanted to get something more, so I tried to calm down. I looked at her thin skirt and thought about what she would say. Some of the other outfits she had used, hugged her buttocks deliciously; so this one, being loose, wasn't my favorite. And seeing that she seemed to have fully entered the game, I said something not very pleasing to her.
-Even if it's a bit loose, the fabric... one of my exes had a similar set. However, she liked me a lot when she saw herself like this.- I sentenced.
-Ah, yes?- she asked, turning around to look at me.
-Clearly, even though she didn't wear it for long time...- I said with total cynicism, raising my eyebrows. Mom turned her back and let out a surprised laugh at the impudence of my words. But she didn't scold me. In fact, she said...
-Know,- she began, before turning around to face me again, with more security, making her breasts bounce carelessly. She looked at me while I directed my gaze towards her melons. Her nipples stood out completely from the blouse. I looked at her again in the face, her eyes blinked boldly.
-I found another type of sets at the back of my closet... that kind of clothes I would never wear in public, not even for your father. But... do you want to see them?- she said expectantly. Our gazes collided and the tension we were feeling flooded the place. It was clear where this was going. We knew the risk of playing with fire. And my mom seemed willing to burn herself. I answered mocking her. She smiled with perversity and walked away, shaking her buttocks from side to side obscenely without any modesty, causing the skirt to rise with the bounce giving me flashes of her juicy buttocks. She looked at me one last time before entering her room, closing the door behind her.
In the quietness of the moment, I thought about what was happening. I don't know why I felt so cocky. I don't know why I had pushed things so hard. Maybe something mystical was guiding my hand. Guiding us until we were together in bed, I had never been this excited before. My cock was like a red-hot iron in my pants. I started to feel some sweat on my forehead, wiped it with my arm and turned around on my chair giving the door my back. I noticed how hot I was, and the temperature didn't seem to be decreasing. It had been a while since I had turned off the air conditioning, the window was open, and there wasn't any breeze coming in, I was practically stuck to the seat. I looked at the clock on the desk and saw that we had already gone way past the hour when we were supposed to leave the house. But both mom and I were enjoying this game a lot, perceiving our lowest instincts, our bodies, our carnal needs.
-So?...- said Mom behind me, making me jump. -What do you think?-
God, those enormous tits, and I could feel every centimeter of her delicious and bare skin. Mother and son, two naked bodies, bathed in sweat, with their hot skin sliding against each other as they danced in a brutal fuck. And oh, it was savage and rough, the slapping of my mother's buttocks echoing throughout the room. To finish with my large balls covered in maternal fluids and my mother's tight pussy squirting.
It was the most spectacular carnal experience we'd had in our lives.
But that was two days ago...
Most of the time, this is where the story ends, with the culmination of the sexual act. The sex happened, end of the story. But the million-dollar question is... what happens next? What do you do after a mother and son have sex? Can we go back to normality? Would I like to go back to normality?
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Before continuing, I think I should go back a few days and tell them how we got here.
It all started on one of those typical lazy Saturdays in early August. One of those days when you're all hot and even sticky, where the street seems to be burning and being outside is a sacrilege. Which caused me to stay indoors enjoying the air conditioning. Especially after having gone out in the morning with some friends to hang out until it became unbearable to stay outside. After that, I came home to cool off and pass the time, sitting in my room, playing Call of Duty on my PS4, breaking mothers, of course haha. Typical things someone who had just finished their fourth semester of high school would do. In fact, if it were up to me, those things are what I'd do every day that He could slack off. But my dad had other plans. My father is a partner in a construction company, so he's usually busy. As you can imagine, it has given us a good life, so I have nothing to complain about. But going back to the topic; his boss, the majority shareholder, had organized some grilled meats at a ranch for employees to socialize that day. It was one of their big annual events, so everyone had to come with their families to enjoy it. Dad loves everything related to his work and showing off his good life, his beautiful wife, and his son, so we all had to attend. We went every year to this reunion, and although there was some fun, I always got bored out of my mind. They were always forcing me to hang out with the nerdy kids and sons of other employees, and they just seemed so stupid to me. So I ended up hating these types of reunions and always tried to get out of them. And today, with this laziness lying in my room, wearing the same pants I had worn all week, with my Barcelona jersey on, sitting and recharging on my swivel chair, playing PS4. I didn't want to go outside for anything. And it wasn't just me who disliked these reunions; my mom didn't like them either; but she tried to be a good wife and knew it was important to Dad, so she always attended and spent the time smiling since we arrived at the place. Dad, being part of the partners, had left early to help with the organization. Mom and I agreed to meet up later, but as I said before, I resisted going. And finally, mom, like any good mother, took care of reminding me that I couldn't miss it. -Migueee!- I heard mom yell from the hallway, while she was approaching my room. -You need to start getting ready, we have to be there soon.- -See!- I said, without turning to look at her, barely paying attention. I could feel her .... presence at the door of my room. Finally, tired of my classic rebellious attitude, she entered my room, standing between the TV and me, forcing me to pause the game.
'-yes?' I asked with a look of annoyance. I looked up and found myself face to face with Mom's face. I suppose this would be the best moment to describe my mother, especially since she was going to be the woman I'd be screwing in no time.
My mom is called Rocio. My dad made enough money so that she didn't have to work, although despite that, she always tries to keep busy with something. But nothing of that is relevant to the story, so let's start with the good stuff.
I'll be honest, Mom is very good-looking. She's savory and sexy at the same time. She's a light brunette with dark hair in layers that reach her shoulder and a modern look that makes her look very well. She has bright and mischievous honey-colored eyes and plump lips. She's truly a fuck of a woman.
And then there's her body... God, her body. At 43 years old, she stays active, measures 1.65 meters, goes cycling three times a week, so she looks very well, doesn't have a flat stomach, but the slight pancake she has gives it a more natural touch, is owner of thick and superb thighs with impressive legs. And her ass, what a culazo, firm, wide with good hips and large buttocks. The truth is that anyone would drool at seeing Mom, even me, who had trouble not getting lost in the limbo looking at those nalgas.
Now follow her tits...
Honestly, describing them in words isn't enough. They're... enormous, savory. She has big, fat, round, soft and still fairly firm breasts, with a beautiful proud shape. They seem to protrude from her body with pride, well-placed and standing. Mom knows the envy she causes her body among other wives of partners, and I'm sure some have thought they're operated on. Believe me, I've known her all my life. Those breasts are real and absolutely huge. So, from her hair to the tip of her foot, Mom is incredibly hot. And since her son is something hard to ignore, that's why I can describe her body with such detail. And I've come to feel quite guilty about it but eventually I've gone on accepting it. Besides, my friends take care of reminding me how sexy my mom is, so I couldn't survive without going crazy if I didn't accept it.
And to get a better idea, imagine Mom with the face of actress Kim Dickens, just a bit younger, with dark hair but with the body type of Sara Jay, the porn actress.
So after this description, people ask me if I've masturbated thinking about her? Of course. Trying always to make it not obsessive but rather occasional. In certain occasions, she dresses in a way that makes me have an erect cock all the time. I've even thought about how it would be to have sex with her, fantasizing about the idea but really without planning anything about it. Besides, I suppose Mom would have given me a heart attack if she had heard this. And I'm not doing too bad with women, I'm not Brad Pitt but I've got my thing, especially down there. Although due to the hot idea of seeing Mom's mature body in action, I've had to bite my tongue to avoid using explicit and double-entendre phrases with her. Her body incites so much lust that if another girl resembled or caused me those kinds of thoughts, I'd be stuck with her forever. But with a lot of effort and struggle, I manage to keep my heat in check.
-Miguel!- Mom said, waking me up from my lethargy. -You need to get dressed already!- she said impatiently, with her hands on her hips. -We need to be there soon.-
-But... it's really hot,- I complained exaggeratedly, looking out the window, my whiny tone making her smile.
-Come on, sky, you need- fix yourself,- she said, slightly bending down to brush my knee. -you've been out for a while, you're all sticky. You need a bath.- -mmm... it's fine.- I said, turning my eyes away, leaving the control over my lap. -you know, i don't want to go to that stupid party in any way,-i said as calmly as possible. -it's never fun.- -i know,- she replied with a smile. -do you think i want to go?- honestly, i'd rather be outside in the garden getting a tan, but...- -that doesn't sound so bad...- i replied, with a challenging tone. I can hold out when i can, but i can't avoid it completely. That's just not my way of being. But mom seems to enjoy these situations sometimes, always giving me warm looks and smiling when i say something like that. Dad is a dedicated man to his work, so i doubt he'll have this kind of flirting or teasing with her. Knowing mom enjoyed these comments, our relationship would sometimes gain a certain bold and flirtatious tone. Never maliciously, simply the situation was given. Mom knows she's good, and if dad doesn't say anything about it, i'm sure she enjoys these occasions, even coming from her own son. And also she was reciprocal with me, sometimes she whistles when i dress up, or tells me handsome or gallant things like that. All in a good sense, although there seemed to be a spark of sincerity in the comments we made to each other. -okay, son,- she said, stopping me in my tracks. -we have to do these kinds of things, your father gives us a good life, it's the least we can do.- It's funny how double-faced it is sometimes. She didn't care about the party at all. Probably cared much less than i did. And deep down, she wasn't worried about my laziness at all. After seeing what we did an hour later, i see this interaction in a new way. I know what she really wanted, what she needed. Yes, if at that moment I had given her the option to go to the grill or pull my fat and youthful cock vigorously until it exploded in thick, abundant, and creamy semen streams over her enormous and bare breasts... I wouldn't have thought much. -If I know...- I yielded, even though I wasn't fully convinced. Turn off the PlayStation and I got up from my comfortable spot. -Besides, you're glued to those video games. They're burning your brain out. Go outside, go out, have fun.- she suggested, making me turn my eyes upwards. She smiled slightly while moving aside to give me space to get up. And it was at that moment when she looked around and saw my room. -Guacala...- she said, covering her nose. -Your room is a dump. Remember to tidy this place up next time you come back.- She laughed. We definitely had a relationship of trust and playfulness, so I just nodded and laughed with her. She didn't like the state of my room now, but that wouldn't stop what was about to happen in a few moments. As a mother, she disapproved, but as a woman, it really didn't matter, and she proved it by being very agreeable to fornicating here, with me, in my room. Was she thinking that right now? Maybe my rebelliousness was bringing out her dark side. Were the piles of dirty laundry on the floor making her want to get rid of her clothes too and throw them on the floor as well? I stood in front of her and turned towards the mirror. I saw a pleasant boy, not a model or anything like that, but I looked good. I have good features, strong jawline, nice eyes, good hair. My body isn't bad either, although I'm not very defined. Rather, I'm average height and not very thin, but with some muscular tone. I saw Mom behind me, inspecting me. Was she looking at me with desire in that moment? I didn't believe it, but seeing what unfolded afterwards... Anyway, in front of the mirror, I adjusted my hair back with my fingers, before I turned proud.
-I'm ready! I said, looking at Mom with my arms open. She turned her eyes once more.
-If not, she said sarcastically. -Move those ass to the shower right now. You're holding us back a lot. I've been ready for half an hour. Hurry up! she insisted energetically.
-Was she so anxious for me to take a bath? Or was she anxious to get with me in the shower? With water falling on our naked bodies. Would she be thinking about that now? Would she fantasize about it? It was hard to say, but maybe if she did...
-Okay, I'm going, I agreed, heading towards my closet.
-And dress well! she warned. -Just like me! she said, posing.
Mom looked good, very good. She wore a pink blouse with short sleeves that showed the limit of her arms. With a low neckline that showed a good amount of cleavage, and enough to show off the perfect shape of her giant tits. Below, she wore a dark gray skirt that reached her knees, hugging her firm thighs, and no doubt her ass too. She wore a pair of beautiful high-heeled shoes, making her taller than normal, and again emphasizing her ass.
-Well, I don't think my skirt looks as good on me as it does on you, I said, insinuating and smiling afterwards. She turned her eyes once more.
-Okay, kid, mature up and take a bath. I think you need to cool down a bit. she answered, but more irritated than amused. She turned around and walked towards the hallway, her heels clicking with each step. I couldn't help but look at her and yes, her ass looked incredible in that skirt. The thin and soft fabric hugging each of her firm and juicy buttocks as she swayed from side to side. My cock stopped immediately. I shook my head, clearing those thoughts and headed towards getting some clothes.
-I need to remember that we were going to be together less than an hour ago... This meeting we had to go to... I'll tell you we would have finished arriving very, very late, because she and I would be quite busy. Naked, in my bed. Holding onto each other. There was less than an hour left to feel mom's tight and wet pussy hugging my naked cock, squeezing me tightly, trying to suck up the thick semen and deposit it directly into her pussy. Mom seemed annoyed with me now, but very soon she would have her plump lips embracing the head of my dick, anxiously swallowing my semen like a good slut. And yet, so close to the magical moment, things seemed as normal as could be.
I had been right in telling myself I needed to cool off, so the shower was just what I needed. It was one of those demonic days, where you're terribly hot. I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, and although I knew a couple of girls who would be more than willing to spend some time screwing around without commitment, I wouldn't be doing that tonight. And all because I had to go to that stupid meeting. I gazed at her in the shower, but with mom's hurry, it wouldn't have been a completely satisfying session. I closed the lock and tried to ignore my stiff member, thinking about the hours that would pass before I could get rid of all the cum from my balls.
Luckily, I wouldn't have to wait that long. In a bit, mom would be more than anxious to take care of that.
I got dressed, put on a polo shirt and some pants. Nothing very glamorous, but comfortable and stylish. I combed my hair and washed my teeth before leaving the bathroom. I went downstairs to the kitchen, where I supposed mom would be impatiently waiting for me. I approached her and found her standing in front of the stainless steel refrigerator, studying her reflection, looking at her clothes. She didn't notice my presence, and in my state, I couldn't help but look at her round and juicy ass, perfectly molded by the skirt.
Normally, I control myself. Normally, I wouldn't have done what I did. But combining my heat with the annoyance of having to go to that stupid barbecue, I felt a bit bold. So with my mother still unaware of my presence, I slowly approached her from behind and before she could do anything. I raised one of my hands backward and with force pushed it forward, giving one of the yummy cheeks of my mother a good and loud slap.
Plasssss!
My hand collided with her left cheek, making a big noise, and my fingers completely sank into her flesh just after contact. She jumped immediately, turning to look at me face-to-face.
-Ohhh! What the hell?-
she said, with her eyes open in complete surprise while rubbing her cheek. But there was something more visible on her face for an instant. A look of fury combined with something else. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks completely red. Her plump lips slightly apart. This was a look that could only be described as pure and concentrated lust.
The look disappeared quickly, she had erased it from her face so I wouldn't notice.
I like to think that this was the moment when my mother decided she wanted to suck my cock all the way down, wrap her plump lips around it to form a tight seal while pumping out a giant load of cum right into her mouth. And who knows... maybe it was. Maybe the punishment for abusing her body like that was having her on her knees, inhaling my cock and swallowing my semen. I know it sounds crazy, but seeing what happened afterwards makes it seem like a reasonable explanation.
I can assure you that this was the moment when things changed between us. It was the moment that led us to end up naked and sweaty. This was the first step that would take us to a wild encounter for both of us.
-Pinche chamaco.- my mother said, annoyed but unable to contain a lustful smile. -If you do that again, I'll make your hands burn!- she warned, while observing me with a mocking tone.
And who would have thought, an hour later... after that, mom would be the one begging me to whip her fat, sweaty ass over and over again, regardless of how much it hurt or left her with red cheeks. And I'd do it with rage. And she'd love it. It's more, she'd even make my cock harder.
But there was still a little time before that.
I moved towards the pantry, noticing on the way that she had gone back to looking at herself in the refrigerator, seeming displeased.
What's wrong? I asked
I don't know if I look good like this she said, looking at her outfit. What do you think? she asked, turning around to look at me. She looked spectacular. The red blouse framed her breasts without being vulgar. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass. So the skirt was doing its job. But detecting a rare energy in the atmosphere and feeling a little bold, an idea came to mind.
Ahh... I said, rambling and with some imprecision. You look good
I knew that she said, annoyed. I don't think this is going to work. I'm going to change she said grumbling, before leaving the room, going back up the stairs and entering her bedroom. I smiled, without any plan in mind, happy that I had made her doubt. Complacent with myself, I returned to my room and turned on my ps4, knowing that mom was very indecisive about things like this. I was first in line for the game, with a streak of 23-3 when mom stopped at the doorframe.
What do you think of this? she asked
I turned around on my chair, looking at her.
She had replaced the red blouse with a black one, a little less daring but still flirtatious. She had changed the grey skirt for a light blue one cut just above the knees in a diagonal. She looked very good.
Eh... I said, rambling again, acting as if I hadn't been impressed. Do you want to wear black with the sun? I asked
She turned her eyes and left quickly. Sorry! I shouted.
Yes, you have reason,- she replied while entering her room and closing the door. Both outfits were more than fine, but I liked making her angry.
I started another game and was already around 20 deaths when I heard Mom approaching. I turned to see her in her new outfit.
She had replaced her previous clothing with a nice, loose white dress with blue lines decorating it. In most women, this dress would look cute and innocent. But for a woman like Mom's curves, it looked impressive. Her arms were bare, and the thin fabric barely contained her massive bust. The top of her breasts was exposed, showing some cleavage, and her large melons could be seen through the armholes. The thin fabric cascaded over her buttocks, giving a good impression of her perfect rear end. Also, the white material allowed an eye like mine to see the black color of her bra and underwear through the dress.
-What do you think?- she asked, with her arms open. This conversation was still innocent, so I continued my improvised plan. I observed her without much emotion. She noticed the expression on my face. -Now what?- she asked.
-Well...- I started, with a small laugh. -I don't think this dress is very... corporate.-
-What do you mean?- she asked, confused. -It's a barbecue. I think it looks great for the occasion.-
-Well, if you want to wear that, you'll have to...- I started to say, knowing I was entering delicate territory. -The issue is... I'm not sure if you want to show your underwear to Dad's friends, but...-
-I can't see anything...- she said, turning to look at herself in the mirror in my room. She observed herself carefully. -Damn...- she said to herself, confirming my words. -How did you notice? You're not supposed to pay attention to that.-
-It's hard not to notice,- I said, laughing. She hit me on the shoulder, knowing that It wasn't that obvious. - besides, I'm a man...- I can't help it-
She looked at me strangely for a moment, biting her lip slightly before leaving my room. I didn't know where this game was heading. I was improvising, but the energy had changed in a way I couldn't describe. Mom wasn't saying anything, but clearly she felt it too. Probably she hadn't realized yet, but the fact that I'd noticed her underwear through her dress changed things for her. And probably she didn't notice either that when she left my room, she was shaking her ass exaggeratedly with every step.
I left the control aside and waited for Mom to appear, now more intrigued by the game between us than by the one on screen. How couldn't I be? The game on screen had lost its importance to me. And considering the game I was improvising led me to a hot and sweaty fuck with this housewife whom I call Mom. I sat back down to wait for her, wondering what she'd put on now.
I must say I wasn't disappointed at all.
The door to my parents' room opened, and then she appeared, walking in front of me. She leaned against the chair while my eyes widened as I looked at her. She had put on a tight yellow dress, and I'm not exaggerating. It seemed like it had been poured onto her skin. The firm yellow fabric clung to her impressive figure, reaching just above her knees and showing off a suggestive neckline. In an average woman, this wouldn't have drawn so much attention, but in a woman with Mom's curves... her tits seemed to want to tear the fabric apart.
Leaving aside her exuberant body, the dress fit her well. It contrasted harmoniously with her skin. Her dark hair fell onto her shoulders, and her perfect makeup completed the outfit. And of course, no high-heeled shoes could be missing. She was a fuck of a woman.
-Yes, yes, it seems this is the good one,- I said, unable to tear my eyes away- From the sabroso body of hers. She gazed at her tits, observing how they bounced in her walk towards me, while admiring the way the smooth fabric accentuated her voluptuous figure. Those breasts were fighting to escape from the tight dress. The delicate, soft flesh that poked out through the neckline quivered with every step, drawing my gaze like a magnet. And it was because they were simply huge! I know I'm talking about my mother's tits, but what can you do? They're just perfect! I couldn't help but look. I also noticed something I wouldn't have noticed normally if I hadn't looked at her so closely; and that is the protuberance of her nipples was distinguishable through the fabric.
-I don't know- she said, looking down. -I think it's too much-
-It's perfect- I said laughing. -Yellow... sunny... it will serve-
-It's not the color that worries me- she said, turning to look at the mirror. With her gaze sweeping over her reflection, I moved back a bit and could observe her ass. Oh my God! The fabric hugged perfectly around her round and juicy buttocks, and every small movement made them bounce wildly. My cock was throbbing in my pants. The dress was so tight it left little to the imagination, it seemed painted on her skin. I could appreciate each curve of her body with detail.
My eyes looked at the mirror, giving me another good view of her giant tits. Oh God! They're enormous. So round and soft. They were made to be squeezed. I had never seen a pair like that in real life. None of the girls from school compared to them.
I turned my gaze away before she could notice it. I saw her analyzing her outfit, pulling on the hem to make sure it didn't ride up too high.
-Yes, it's too tight- she said to herself.
-No. It's perfect- I said, causing her to look at me with a hint of skepticism in her eyes.
-Please- she said sarcastically. -I don't remember it being so tight- as she passed her hands near her breasts, trying to stretch the fabric a little. -really tightens up... girls.- he said in a low tone. For the first time, I was talking about her bust. I suppose it was a subtle way of asking me to look at her big tits, but she didn't need to ask. At this moment, I realized that this could be more than just a game for her. It seemed like she had said something unimportant, a comment about her breasts; so much so that she didn't even notice what she was saying. But I noticed it, perceived a second intention behind the words. If things seemed to be as I thought, if the impulse inside her continued to drive her, those comments would start to get less subtle. I imagined that in no time, she'd be inviting me to look at her tits or ass with the excuse of judging her outfit. But we both knew the truth deep down. That she loved having her own son's eyes devouring her voluptuous body.
I snapped out of my trance while mom continued to gaze at herself in the mirror, running her hands over her chest, smoothing out the fabric over her big, soft breasts. As she did this, I decided it was time to keep playing. I looked at her with a mischievous grin. It took her a moment before she noticed my face, ready to apply a delicious maneuver on her. -what?- she asked anxiously.
-nothing.- I said, leaning back in the chair again, smiling. -it's just that... it's good to know-
-good to know what?- she asked impatiently.
-good... knowing you have enough confidence in me to talk about your underwear, mom- I said with a sneering face. The tight dress left no doubt that she had taken off her bra and panties before putting it on. Some might not notice... but I did. And letting mom know that I knew made her turn red.
-no.... it's just...-
-pardon my sincerity.- I interrupted, licking my lips and smiling like an idiot. Mom's eyes opened wide as she digested this, looking surprised; but after her apparent embarrassment, the way When her lips parted slightly, sending signals to my balls. My value seemed to excite her.
Yes, amm- she said, diverting her gaze, with a low voice. -still this dress is too much- and began to head towards the exit, but before note that I had completely erect nipples. A current of excitement ran through my body. I watched her leave nervously, shaking her hips from side to side for me. I doubted whether she was doing it on purpose, but I enjoyed it just the same. It seemed like she was starting to get hot, after all, I was too. And I think this was the first time she noticed what was happening.
That's why it probably took her so long to change this time, longer than in other occasions. She must have been wondering what was going on. If things could get out of control. Doubting over what decision to make.
I knew clearly where I wanted to take everything. Even having my mother giving wild thrills on top of me hot cock. Mom could have easily ended this situation, apart from every time she was getting closer to the departure hour. She knew she had to cool down the atmosphere or else it would keep stimulating; but the temptation of the forbidden always wins.
Minutes later, she emerged in a fresh and new outfit.
It's okay, kid, I hope you've calmed down a bit. she said, warning me, with reprimand for being over the line with my comments. She had hinted at things between the lines before, but this sudden denial from her part stimulated me more. I don't know what it was, but I felt extra confident, so I didn't calm down. It seems crazy, but I was willing to take things to the last consequences. So I didn't hesitate to show my disappointment when I saw what she was wearing.
I mean, she looked good. But compared to the yellow dress, there was no comparison. Clearly mom was trying to calm things down, wanting to cool off the boiling tension. She must have realized that she was letting herself get carried away by all this, so it was evident that she wanted take back control. She wore a dark orange blouse that was slightly tighter than the other blouses, leaving less to the imagination. On the bottom, she wore a denim skirt up to her knees, looking like an innocent and attractive housewife with this outfit; everything opposite of her last outfit... that made her look like a delicious woman in heat.
So, although I wanted not to, I couldn't hide my disappointment.
-What?- she asked, posing for me, but it was obvious from the look in her eyes that she knew the answer. She had dressed a bit more conservatively, without showing off her voluptuous body in a bold way.
She gave me a brief smile, but I didn't return it. I leaned back in my chair again and shook my head, showing my discontent. -I think you look good,- Mom said.
-mmm... yeah... clear- I said, leaving the sentence to convey my complete dissatisfaction. –mmm... I think you can do better, Mom- she looked at me fixedly, as if analyzing the sense of my words.
-Because I'm not showing off my enormous breasts and ass, it's a reason for this outfit to be boring,- Mom made me laugh with her comment. Bingo, there was her subconscious again, pronouncing that I should observe her curves. Apart from adding the word huge. It was clear she was still in the game despite resisting.
-It's not that bad- she said, looking at herself in the mirror. I saw her once more, trying to outline her butt in that skirt.
Again, abusing rebel, I said. -Turn around, Mom- in a calm tone.
-What? she said, confused.
-Turn around- I repeated with a slight and decided smile, leaning back on the chair. She turned her eyes, but her apparent discomfort wouldn't stop her from doing what I asked. She let out a light sigh and turned her body to me, shaking her hips with grace, so I could appreciate her ass. It's obvious that was the reason why I asked her to turn around. made in reality what I wanted to say was hey ma turn around so I can see your ass and despite the internal contradictions she might have had, and it seemed to be heading down a one-way street; yet and still she obeyed.
I stared silently at Mom's fleshy butt for a moment, forming a brief silence between us. It looked good, her ass looked appetizing, but... it could be better, and she had the body to achieve it.
ahh... it's not very... doesn't do you justice- I said.
How do you say that? she asked, looking at me with her eyes.
I don't know, the skirt is... very rough. It doesn't accentuate anything. I said confidently.
Doesn't accentuate? she asked. I looked at her in a way that told her what I really wanted to tell her. That this skirt didn't accentuate her ass enough. I've seen better sets.
Well... the yellow dress highlights MY attributes too much- Mom said, smoothing out the skirt over her voluminous ass, trying to make them look a little better for me. Letting her own son know that her mom's butt could still look good in this dress.
I still think I look good, she added.
Turn around again, Mom, I said confidently, and this time she didn't hesitate at all. She turned right in front of me, and despite the thick fabric and the bra she was wearing. I could see her nipples marking themselves out once more. Unconsciously, she smoothed out her blouse, trying to make it more pleasing to my sight. Trying to show me her body. She looked at me again, waiting for my comment. I slowly ran my eyes over her body with hunger, detailing every curve. My gaze fixed directly on her enormous breasts, then down to her stomach, over her firm thighs and calves, and finally back up to her legs, tracing her melons once more before ending on her face. The heat in me was evident; I couldn't erase the desire from my gaze. She opened her eyes slowly, only for an instant. Mom waited patiently for my verdict, and I went back Shake my head. -It doesn't work for me, mom- I said smiling. Her eyes closed for an instant before turning towards the door and walking into her room without saying a word. As she walked away, she was swaying her hips from side to side with an exaggerated movement so that I could notice. Mom must be aware of what her actions were showing. She was enjoying it when I looked at her with desire. She liked being appreciated in a sexual way, even if it was by her son. She liked me telling her, even if it was just a few words, that I enjoyed looking at her body for me. Despite her uncertainty, she didn't stop the game. She continued, even after crossing the line. Just where her maternal instinct should have made her stop. But she didn't stop. She was letting the game flow. I want to believe this moment was when mom decided she needed my thick cock in the deepest part of her vagina. Would she give me a prize for my insolence and rebellion? At least something should be going through her mind about it. It had to be. She made it clear by entering my room that any doubt or uncertainty she was feeling, had disappeared. She entered, swaying with energy. Unable to hide the joy this little fashion show gave her. She stopped near the door and posed for me, looking at me with a confident smile. -And now... what do you think?- she asked with a provocative smile, putting her hands on her hips. -Much better,- I said, settling back into the chair. Her orange blouse had been replaced by a red one, much more pleasant than the previous one, showing more skin above, much more than it had shown so far. She definitely noticed my eyes fixed on the channel formed between her large melons, my hungry gaze observing the soft breasts, and she It seemed not to matter to her. She didn't make any complaint. On the contrary, she leaned slightly forward to be able to observe better. Neither did she show discomfort when my eyes landed on her nipples. The fabric clung to her giant cleavage. Mom had replaced the pleated skirt with a much thinner one, black in color. Despite not being too tight, it was much shorter and had quite a lot of swing; this made her sway and lift her legs happily with each step she took, also showing off her mom's buttocks more.
-Do you like it?- asked, biting her lower lip.
Mom was increasing the temperature, and she was teaching me what I wanted to see.
-Mmm, yes- I answered again.
-May I not teach you enough about my enormous breasts? asked sarcastically, but the fact that she had mentioned her large melons once more was a step forward.
-Ah, of course, yes- I answered mockingly. She turned her eyes, but I could see that she liked my boldness.
She returned to look at herself in the mirror, posing a bit, seeing herself from different angles. I looked at her profile while she stood beside me, and... damn, she looked good. Her melons were struggling to escape their confinement, the top of them was exposed, and the skin looked so soft and firm that I could see it vibrate with each small movement she made. God, they looked pirated, and giant. I couldn't stop looking at them.
I shook my head before she saw me; and I realized that she supposedly saw her reflection, but in reality, she was seeing me. And she wasn't looking at my face exactly. No, her eyes were fixed directly on my bulge. I moved a bit, spreading my legs to give her a better view, this movement made her take her gaze away from there and return it to her reflection. She acted as if nothing had happened, disguising the fact that she hadn't stopped looking at her clothes in the mirror.
-I like it very much- said mom, turning around see me straight in the face, with some nervousness, trying to act as if I hadn't just caught sight of my son's bundle. -your clothes?- I asked, continuing my attack. -obviously my clothes,- stammered mom, blushing slightly. She wasn't giving any signs of having taken a glance. It was pure instinct provoked by a deep need. At this point, mom should have realized the whole situation, in her mind images of us, of her impaling herself on my fat and slobbery cock. I was sure she thought it. So with all the cynicism I said. – i like to see a lot more skin ma.- -ah yes?- asked, without much hesitation, as if she had never thought about avoiding it. While she spoke, there was a certain sensuality in her voice, almost a provocation; the interaction between us changed, it felt oppressive, as if the room were shrinking, forcing us to get into bed; to culminate in my cock's encounter with her pussy. The delicious thing is that both of us knew it wouldn't be long before it happened. I rotated my fingers slowly in the air, simulating a turn. She obeyed at once. The good thing about this skirt is that with the movement the fabric showed more than it should. While I turned, her skirt rose and due to its shortness, I could see all of mom's buttocks in their splendor, and also distinguish a small white strip well inserted into her cleft. Mom had changed her underwear for me, and now she only wore a small thong. My cock palpitated anxiously, and for a moment I almost let my excitement get out of control. Never had I taken things so far with mom, but seeing how they were turning out and how much I was enjoying this, I wasn't going to give up now. I could feel it. Practically I saw the near future. She put on that thong for a reason. To have me see her, to exhibit herself. And if I played my cards right, I might just get to see her completely. -lindo...- I said, without sounding too excited. Her eyes saw me with surprise combined with perversity. She knew exactly what she was doing. So I dared to look at her ass. The thin fabric fell on her buttocks like a second skin.
-This skirt really accentuates my buttocks quite well... don't you think?- she asked, looking at me over her shoulder. Almost got out of my seat with the sudden boldness that mom was showing, but I had to behave if I wanted to get something more, so I tried to calm down. I looked at her thin skirt and thought about what she would say. Some of the other outfits she had used, hugged her buttocks deliciously; so this one, being loose, wasn't my favorite. And seeing that she seemed to have fully entered the game, I said something not very pleasing to her.
-Even if it's a bit loose, the fabric... one of my exes had a similar set. However, she liked me a lot when she saw herself like this.- I sentenced.
-Ah, yes?- she asked, turning around to look at me.
-Clearly, even though she didn't wear it for long time...- I said with total cynicism, raising my eyebrows. Mom turned her back and let out a surprised laugh at the impudence of my words. But she didn't scold me. In fact, she said...
-Know,- she began, before turning around to face me again, with more security, making her breasts bounce carelessly. She looked at me while I directed my gaze towards her melons. Her nipples stood out completely from the blouse. I looked at her again in the face, her eyes blinked boldly.
-I found another type of sets at the back of my closet... that kind of clothes I would never wear in public, not even for your father. But... do you want to see them?- she said expectantly. Our gazes collided and the tension we were feeling flooded the place. It was clear where this was going. We knew the risk of playing with fire. And my mom seemed willing to burn herself. I answered mocking her. She smiled with perversity and walked away, shaking her buttocks from side to side obscenely without any modesty, causing the skirt to rise with the bounce giving me flashes of her juicy buttocks. She looked at me one last time before entering her room, closing the door behind her.
In the quietness of the moment, I thought about what was happening. I don't know why I felt so cocky. I don't know why I had pushed things so hard. Maybe something mystical was guiding my hand. Guiding us until we were together in bed, I had never been this excited before. My cock was like a red-hot iron in my pants. I started to feel some sweat on my forehead, wiped it with my arm and turned around on my chair giving the door my back. I noticed how hot I was, and the temperature didn't seem to be decreasing. It had been a while since I had turned off the air conditioning, the window was open, and there wasn't any breeze coming in, I was practically stuck to the seat. I looked at the clock on the desk and saw that we had already gone way past the hour when we were supposed to leave the house. But both mom and I were enjoying this game a lot, perceiving our lowest instincts, our bodies, our carnal needs.
-So?...- said Mom behind me, making me jump. -What do you think?-
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