My mother was a fat woman, but not those obese women who have their belly hanging down, she was one of those lovely fats, with an enormous and rounded ass; with giant breasts and a beautiful face. She also had a prominent belly, but it didn't compete with the voluptuousness of her buttocks and breasts. She measured about 160cm, white skin, red hair, well-waved (those that make you want to pull while penetrating from behind), green eyes and many freckles on her face, arms, neckline, and ass; her face was very beautiful, with well-drawn lips, long eyelashes, and an angular nose, but small. She wasn't a model, nor did she meet the typical and boring beauty standards; but she was attractive, always smiling, with the precise joke and a lovely smile.
We lived in a town inside the central zone of Chile, that is, in the countryside. Our family consisted of my father, mother, me (the eldest son) and my two brothers.
The story I'll tell you happened last summer before going to study at the university in the nearest city. I was 18 years old. I was a normal type, somewhat shy, thin, fair skin, dark hair, similar to my father.
We were living a good rural life. Our house faced a moderately trafficked road, with a large porch towards the front, as a portal, with a railing where my mother used to leave some things to dry. Sometimes I helped her with some household chores. How was that day when we were organizing the porch, like many times, and leaving things hanging to dry. Among the variety of clothes, sheets, blankets, etc. There was a red thong, or chopino, it wasn't wet, nor even clean. But she left it on the railing next to the access to the dwelling, on the more visible side.
Hey mom, this isn't wet - I said taking it from where she left it. Leave it there, okay! - she responded in a categorical tone.
Without arguing with her, I obeyed without asking more. The day had ended, it was hot, I don't remember what day. It was always that way during the summer. I would sleep peacefully in my bedroom when something woke me up, a noise from the patio. Curious, I quickly looked out the window and saw a shadow heading towards the workshop. The workshop was a basic wooden structure in the patio.
Without thinking more, I went to see what was happening, trying not to wake anyone up. I approached silently to the workshop and the door was closed. Strange noises were coming from inside, like knocking and agitated breathing. Even more curious, I wanted to know what was going on, but my intention wasn't to interrupt anything, so I could capture the moment.
The knocking continued, a soft and constant sound, while I searched for a gap between the wooden boards that made up the wall to look inside. For a moment, I heard a female whimper, how strange I thought; with my innocence from those years, I couldn't imagine what it could all be about.
I kept searching until I managed to look through a crack on the opposite side of the workshop entrance.
What I saw changed my life forever. With my eyes open like plates, I could see my mother, my beloved mother, always correct, nice and honest. She was leaning against the workbench with her elbows, her nightgown pulled up over her waist, showing off her huge white ass. Her breasts were free, big, swaying with each movement. And her head thrown back.
Behind her was a man I didn't recognize, clearly not my father.
He had his pants around his ankles, his hands tightly gripping my mother's hips, thrusting into her strongly from behind.
They're fucking!! I thought in that moment, without losing any detail of the balance of my mother's flesh. My penis reacted immediately, I couldn't help but start jacking off frantically. I focused on my mother's breasts, they looked exquisite, swaying with each thrust of the unknown fucker. There was little light so... She distinguished, only seeing her masses move in an erotic and hurried dance. Her large buttocks gathered with each impact, actually you could hear her flesh crash against the humanity of the unfortunate one who was sticking it to her. She moaned and gasped, submerged in the passion of that moment. Taking advantage of the fact that the workshop was separated from the house, she could make any noise she wanted.
Rrrriiiiicco!!!... Put it all inside me. What you... Don't talk to me, I don't want to know who you are, keep screwing me. - My mother interrupted...
I didn't know what game they were playing, I didn't understand at that moment. I was wanking like a condemned man, with my pants down and stuck to the gap. My mother was screwing like a slut just under 2 meters away from me, and I was enjoying it like a horny voyeur.
Between the howls of a mare, my mother came and I started shooting my load onto the tables. It was a great orgasm, I got dizzy and lasted for a few seconds. When the guy reacted, he was loaded over mom's ass, probably ending up as deep inside as possible. My mother with her head down, enjoying her orgasm.
A few seconds later, the guy pulled out, put his pants back on, and left without saying anything. Meanwhile, my mother remained motionless in the same position. I stayed there for a bit watching mom recover from the screwing, thinking she was alone. She got up, then took her hair with a ribbon. Her tits hung outside of her camisole, it was a beautiful sight; her roundness and the soft swaying of these made my excitement return.
My penis, like iron, rose again, along with my hand to explore it in a slow and constant masturbation.
I ran my eyes over her breasts, which looked white and finished off with a large and pointed nipple pointing impulsively forward under the moon's faint light.
After finishing up, she continued to lower her underwear until it covered her enormous ass, then went upstairs to put away... her breasts inside her clothes. Each of her flesh masses adapted to the hand that ordered it, like an unmistakable sign of her softness and whiteness, only to be hidden by that mean fabric that eventually deprived me of the visual delight of those perfect tits. To end the voyeuristic scene, she turned around and left through the workshop door, while I fixed my gaze on that ass, drawing itself under the thin fabric, and from that moment on, it became my object of desire.
After seeing her leave, I closed my eyes and threw myself onto the grass, masturbating as I remembered the beautiful, hot, and clandestine images of my mother fucking clandestinely in the workshop while we slept at home (everyone except me), her flesh swaying and moaning like possessed; it made my penis hard as iron, unable to hold back without starting again. I did it quickly with my hand for a bit, feeling my balls contract and increase the rhythm of the masturbation. The images of my mother continued in my head while I kept masturbating, then I started imagining myself in the unknown's place, grabbing his ass and inserting my dick into his slit, over and over, at the moment she asked me for more and more. I continued with my movements, without stopping, with a strong rhythm, until I felt it coming, my balls contracting and my penis harder than ever. I didn't want to stop and kept going with my task until I couldn't anymore and finished abundantly. The climax was so strong that I remained motionless for a good while.
I returned to my room in silence to avoid waking up my family.
The next day passed normally, my mother walking around as usual, as if nothing had happened. It was clear that what I saw last night, she had been doing it for a time and with zero remorse.
That afternoon, helping with some things, I ordered the patio and took the red chopino to leave it on the railing. When she appeared and said 'don't leave it' below only, I made it without giving it importance. During the day, I stopped to look at her, my mother. Her big round ass and large breasts. Enjoyed appreciating the movement of her parts with her walk; in fact, at one point I started getting excited while watching her order things in the living room, or looking at her cleavage when we had lunch, etc. Without a doubt, it was a delicious spectacle that I had never noticed before. The scene I witnessed at night made me change the way I looked at my mother. That night, I kept watch from my window in case my mother escaped to the workshop to fuck. But nothing, it gave 2 am and nothing. With how excited I was, I masturbated before falling asleep, now I had a hidden sanitary paper in my room for that purpose. Remembering my mother transformed into the main stimulus for me to masturbate. Passed 4 nights without news, 4 nights where I stayed awake waiting to see the same scene again. On the fifth day, among the things to wash was the red chopino. After washing it, she put it on the railing for it to dry, leaving it visible from the path. That night, around 1 am, I saw my mother heading towards the workshop. Today's her turn I thought. I stayed in the window until I saw the unknown approaching. When I saw him, feelings of envy and jealousy invaded me. Waited a few minutes and approached the same spot where I had a privileged view for the show. The sensations were the same, the same routine repeated itself, and I ended up the same way. This time, I went back to my bed before they left the workshop. I slept peacefully. After that night, 3 days passed without news. Until the early morning of the fourth day when, seeing how mother was sneaking off to the workshop anxious to be penetrated, I made the connection. That day, just like on previous occasions of her sexual adventures, she had left the red chopino. It was the signal, as if warning her unknown lover that she was ready to be possessed once again in the dark clandestinity. And therefore, it was also a signal for me. To be able to keep discovering a perfidious and hot world. I arrived at the accustomed groove to see my mother being penetrated with pleasure by that fortunate stranger. At those heights, jealousy dominated me, besides the heat. I saw them fornicating while I masturbated, it was the best live porn. When suddenly she orders: 'Stop!' - She said while moving her ass to pull out the unnamed member - today I want you to break my ass, I brought the vaseline and it's on top of it. I finished giving her instruction and supported her face and breasts on the counter, then with her hands separating her buttocks. Next, she put more in pump her enormous, white and freckled rear end. The type without hesitation spat out mom's butt, applied 2 fingers to the vaseline and started probing the hole in question. At the same time as he stimulated her clitoris with his other hand. Already with that, mom was moaning and snorting. The guy every now and then would come back to lubricate mom's anus and her rear end by reapplying his fingers. He repeated the procedure several times to achieve the necessary dilatation. At a moment and between slut's moans, my mother said I can't take it anymore... Put it in later, but he didn't pay attention. Then she begged, saying please don't make me wait, I want you to break it. He left her suffering for a while longer until she said and then (begging) put your arm papi that I'm not going to take it..., before finishing his sentence the guy took hold of her hips, aimed the head of his cock at the cave and started pounding strongly. 'Yes... Ahh... Give me more pussy... That's strong... Break my ass!!!' were her screams. The guy was holding her firmly while penetrating her slowly. At that moment she had one hand inserted in her use the word: pussy stimulating it and the other supported on the counter. Her breasts hung heavy, wonderful, white, illuminated by the moonlight entering through a window. Her large masses of flesh, which she had for buttocks, adapted to the body of his usurper, adjusting to the grip he was making. His initial penetration rhythm was slow until he reached what he could do best in the hungry rectum of my mother's interior. Then it started coming out, no longer so slow but not fast either. To go back at it. It was increasing its pace, until reaching a constant rhythm of deep and strong penetrations.
My hand was running along my frenzied penis, I was wanking like an invalid, with my eye (the one that could see through the slit) as a plate without losing any detail of the scene. She was moaning and her flesh was moving, it was the most erotic spectacle that could exist. I came like never before, discharging countless bubbles of semen, until my vision blurred and my legs trembled.
I stayed looking for a bit longer, watching how they ended. She tensed her body, moaning loudly, then relaxing, leaning on both arms on the counter and her head resting on them. He kept penetrating her a couple of times until he stopped at the deepest point, tensing his body, and filled her with his come. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, separated from my mother, put up his pants and left without saying anything.
She waited for her clandestine lover to leave before getting up and walking out alone in her nightgown, slowly.
I waited a bit until she got to her bedroom and went to sleep. Then I went to my bedroom without making a sound.
Lying on the ceiling of my room, I took a decision. I have to be the one who gets to my mom, not some stranger. To do that, I had to come up with a plan. And fearing possible rejection from her, I had to take the place of the stranger without her noticing. Taking advantage of no visual or verbal contact, she shouldn't notice.
So I waited for several days until she finally put the red chopstick on the railing. It was the signal of desire. I prepared myself for that night. I hadn't masturbated since the last voyeur session, to be loaded for her. In my closet, I kept a bat. So... Decidedly I hid near midnight in the patio, near the workshop, assuming the usual route of my mother's sexual prowler. I heard her slipping towards the workshop. Anxiety, adrenaline, and excitement made my cock harden instantly as I saw her coming out of the house in her usual nightgown. I then heard an unknown person approaching, walking slowly trying not to make a sound. I saw him at about 5 meters away, but he didn't see me. I approached silently from behind without being noticed and when I reached the precise distance, I hit him with my bat on the back. PAH! (the blow was dry) and he fell to the floor quickly turning around very fast. I didn't get a glimpse of his face. I said, not too loudly so my mother wouldn't hear me, Get out of here, you dirty thief! The guy got up quickly and ran off down the same path he had entered our property on. I had already completed the first stage of the plan, eliminating the unknown person. Now it would be the best part, finally I would concretize my main fantasy, the main inspiration for my wankings over the past couple of weeks. I left my bat there in the bushes and entered the workshop. The view was perfect through the small window, with just enough light to contemplate that beautiful large and rounded ass. My heart accelerated as I saw that longed-for crevice between those masses of white flesh and those thick legs half-open. She was like always, on her knees over a bench and leaning on her elbows on the workbench. She said when she heard the door You're taking your time, sweetheart, let's give it to my pussy quickly, I still feel like my ass is burning from yesterday. Very nervous, I approached her ass in pomp. The first thing I did was touch it with one hand on each cheek, the sensation was exquisite, its softness and warmth invaded my hands, I squeezed them tightly and felt her anatomy escaping between my fingers. She responded with a jerk saying Your hands are cold. Copying To my predecessor in these matters, I sucked my index and middle fingers to then touch her ridge. First softly and then decisively. I ran it slowly along her upper lips, passing through the lower ones, entering her vagina and then making my way to her anus. Everything was very wet, everything was very juicy. With the caress, she lifted her ass more to facilitate the route, so I did it again in reverse, of course, now inserting even more my hand, my fingers were soaked with her fluids. You hadn't touched me like that before pussy... What a rriicooo... she said, accompanied by some sweet moans.
After fingering with my fingers, I unzipped my pants with my left hand, not wearing boxers to facilitate the process. My cock came out and was eager to enter those flesh.
I took my cock and with my glans went back to doing the same route as my fingers. I felt her warmth on my tip. Almost came in place, managed to control myself and continued. I rubbed the head of my penis on her clitoris, loading, then on the entrance of her cave, a bit and kept going. Ah ah ah put it in me, she made me wait, reciting her ridge back a couple more times. With each pass through her entrance, she would let out a sweet ah ah ah!..., it became an interesting game, every time I used the word pussy was more juicy, I knew because I felt its moisture on the head of my fallopian tube. And after several passes, without more, I found myself in her entrance, inserting only the tip, splashing in her fluids. I took her by the hip and with a single push, I pushed it all the way in. Aaaahhhh!!!!! she screamed. She was so wet that it didn't cost me to enter, never in my life had I felt anything like this until that moment, I was still a virgin. The warmth and softness of her entrails surrounded my penis, causing in me a comfortable and unknown sensation. I pulled out a bit, feeling her vaginal lips pressing along my tool, tracing it as it came out to go back in, already slower to enjoy the Smooth sensation. I repeated the movements numerous times, in a vicious manner, until I started pounding into Mom's vagina at a constant rhythm. With each thrust she would beg me more... maaaasss.... More more more.... From one moment to another I was lost in a frantic come-and-go, holding her tightly from the hip. She was gasping and I was enjoying the friction of my penis inside her, the bouncing of her flesh against my body, how her buttocks would open each time she received me warmly.
Between moans, gasps, and screams from my mother, I started feeling the first signs of a quick climax. I changed the rhythm, instinctively, penetrating her strongly and trying to reach the deepest part possible. My tip collided with her innermost wall, she let out a loud moan, which motivated me to repeat it several times, each time stronger. Ahhh at the first, Ahhhhh at the second, longer and stronger; Ahhhhiii after I rammed into her with all my might; Ahhhiiii rompeme pussy after feeling like my glans was colliding with her entrails and pressing for an instant; and Asi asiiiiii was what she said last after I penetrated her strongly and held myself inside, ensnared, pressing against her entrails in the entrance of her uterus. My testicles contracted and so did my penis, as if taking on a life of its own; I started releasing my cum inside. Each shot caused a countless number of tickles in sync with the intense orgasm. I felt dizzy, out of breath, and with a tingling sensation in my testicles.
You're different today, bigger, harder - she said that while resting her head between her forearms on the counter - it was... more tasty.
I got out of her vagina, already flaccid, put away my tool in my pants, and left without saying anything. Leaving her there, leaning against the counter to recover. I quickly went to the other side of the workshop, to my observation point. I saw her recomposing herself in the same dynamic, except after tying up her hair, she wore... One of her hands was on her vagina, collecting the semen that was already dripping and taking it to her mouth to lick it while with the other hand she pressed strongly one of her breasts and pinched her nipple between her index and middle fingers. What a tasty fuck, my violator is like never - she said in a low voice. Wait until he left to go back home. When I went to bed, with the feeling of satisfaction and an unknown joy, I fell asleep almost instantly. Fucking mom at the workshop was the best experience of my life and I wanted it to happen again as soon as possible. The next day everything was normal. My mother with her good humor and beautiful smile worried about all of us at home. Now I understood why she had a good mood. She was satisfied. A woman with her sexual need resolved. She was having sex with her lover when she wanted and made him come for hours. Beyond the pleasure of the act itself, the fact that it was a clandestine relationship made it, without a doubt, much more delicious. That day I couldn't take my eyes off mom's body, I got lost looking at her ass and breasts, moving around with her daily stroll through the house. At one point I found her reading the newspaper standing up, leaning on the table with her elbows, with her ass in pom-pom; while everyone was outside in the patio. My hormones were crazy, I couldn't control myself anymore, the memory of the night just lived kept me totally absorbed. It was then that without thinking about consequences I approached her from behind, pressing my bulge, erect, between her delicious buttocks and hugging her around the waist. I leaned my face on her back. She gave a start when she felt me and said: Oh, you're so affectionate - she said that without moving and lifting her ass. - And you're so hard... but now the kids can't appear. She thought it was dad. Without saying anything, I started massaging her a bit. I lowered my right hand to her thigh and put it under her dress. Then I massaged her ass while she rubbed it with my cock. With the warmth of... momento I started loading my penis into her slit, simulating a screwing. While my other hand went up to take one of her breasts. Her mom, her meat mass, was so big and soft that it seemed to burst out of her bra. I took her firm from her left breast and right buttock to punt her a few more times until I came. I felt semen bursting inside my clothes, which at that moment seemed like liters. I held her firm until I finished filling my underwear with my ejaculation. She just let herself be done, didn't say anything.
I heard a door open and quickly reacted. I released her and went to my room. She continued as if nothing had happened until she realized who was coming in was my father.
RUBEN! - I shouted surprised. What's up woman? Ehhh... - something confused - Nothing, I thought you were here inside and not in the patio. No, you were just with Juan (that's my name) here at home. ahhhh - she said, disguising it.
I listened to the dialogue from the door of my room. Fear invaded me, I didn't know what mom would do now that she had discovered me taking advantage of the situation to fondle her and rub my sex against her buttocks.
I didn't leave my room even to eat. I only went to the bathroom, to clean myself and change my underwear, at a moment when I didn't hear anyone and looked out the window if she had put the red flag on the railing. She didn't put it that day. Nor the next day, nor the subsequent one. Things continued normally, the truth is that with the scare of the last time, almost being discovered taking advantage of mom, I didn't want to try anything. I just dedicated myself to waiting for her to leave the signal to call her nighttime lover.
That day arrived a week after the incident in the dining room. When I got home in the afternoon, after spending some time with friends, I saw from a distance the red element on the railing. Surely, the idea that she would come back and fuck my progenitor tonight shot up my testosterone levels. Almost stopped my cock in the act. I prepared, looked for black clothes and a mountain passes, I didn't want my mother to turn around and see my face by any mistake. I waited for everyone to fall asleep, hid in the patio just in case the previous lover appeared. It was already past midnight and no one had appeared. Probably with the last scare I gave that usurper, they wouldn't come near again. Suddenly I heard my mother sneaking out of the house and heading towards the workshop. It's time, I thought.
I approached the workshop a couple of minutes after she entered, opened the door and saw her in her usual position, and then; I concentrated on her ass, big, white, and round; on her crack, between those beautiful flesh, surely already hot and juicy. A single thought guided my actions. To put it in. I wanted to put it in, whole, deeply. I desired to grab her hard and pump her until I released all my semen inside.
I approached, after closing the door behind me. I walked down, lowering the zipper and pulling out my cock.
Hello, my little love, you're a bit late - said with a coy tone, while moving her ass.
I positioned myself behind her, aimed my weapon at her cave, and taking hold of her hips, I put it in deep, like a battering ram penetrating the barriers of a castle. I felt the friction of our flesh. Although she was wet, she wasn't totally lubricated. Her fire enveloped my member and I felt crash into her bottom.
AHHhhhhh!!!!!.... - released long and hard as I felt my cock thrusting her - what a nice one.
I pulled it out almost complete and penetrated her deep again. Now more lubricated, her pussy received my fallo not so brusquely this time. And so a third, fourth, fifth, until I lost count. Break me she said between thrusts. I kept that rhythm until the pace changed suddenly. Already enjoying her body. It was a continuous thrust, a steady rhythm while I took advantage of exploring her with my hands. She accompanied me with her movements, lifting and pushing her crack back each time I charged.
from sleeping, and to make everything easier, she passed her straps under her arms to give me more freedom. Upon taking her yummy big heavy soft breasts, they seemed to overflow my hands, as if trying, those beautiful masses, to escape at any moment between my fingers. Her enormous hard nipples, like handles, moved between my fingers. This caused her to place her hands on the counter, lifting her torso to facilitate the manipulation of her breasts. And I took these firmly, continuing to penetrate her.
That woman was panting, moaning and begging for more and more. She was enjoying herself like a hot slut. Like me; I felt in paradise, possessing that hot woman in such a morbid situation. The sexual delirium of the moment increased, my rhythm became more frenzied, so she opted to remain still and let me penetrate her, at will, as if I were her owner. I felt her fluids moistening my parts as I entered and exited that wonderful cave. I don't know how long it lasted, but I was almost out of breath, but couldn't stop myself. Along with my repetitive and constant assault, she continued to moan desperately, as if nothing else mattered. Within this dynamic, the tickles, tingles and contractions in my member began to manifest themselves. Orgasm would arrive soon, so I accelerated the rhythm even more. Until I could no longer and taking her firmly by her breasts, almost bursting them, I penetrated her deeply, again and again; until I couldn't take it anymore, and maintaining myself at the deepest point of her sex enveloped in her ardor, I began to invade her entrails with my sperm. Liters were discharged against the finite wall of that pussy that night, almost feeling like she was peeing. My balls collected during the process, my trunk contracted, like pumping. She was firmly held while I ejaculated. Her breasts struggled to free themselves from the prisons that were my hands. Hands that controlled that beautiful mature body between tickles, penetrations, and agitated breathing, I moved in a wild luxury dance. Despite being out of breath, I kept her pinned and grasping her breasts for a couple of minutes after finishing my ejaculation. The moment she only snorted and let herself go, completely surrendered to her consenting violator.
After releasing her breasts, she returned to leaning on the counter with her elbows and her head between her forearms. Her orgasm was probably as intense as mine.
I stored my member, soaked in our juices, and left the place without making a sound.
As usual, the next day was normal in daily life, except for some intriguing glances from my mother. I even surprised her looking at me while we were talking in family, sitting in the living room. When I noticed it, butterflies started fluttering in my stomach. She had probably concluded that I was the one who had ravished her the other day and didn't say anything. She must have enjoyed it as much as I did.
I had a hard-on, my desire for her increased with each moment. I saw her walking with her parts swaying and couldn't help but notice every detail. With each touch or crossing while we were walking in the house, I remembered the warmth of her skin, its softness, its humidity. No doubt it was my hormones too that made all that contained sexual energy try to release itself in me and manifest itself with those impulses and thoughts. Unconsciously, or maybe not so unconsciously, I tried to find her, rub against her, touch her wherever she was in the house.
At a moment, everyone left, I didn't know where, it didn't matter to me. I found her in the kitchen, washing dishes. Her ass in pomade, her breasts hanging and her hands in water. I looked at her for a while without her noticing until after a couple of minutes, I approached her, my goal was her butt. My eyes fixed on those large masses of flesh guided my trajectory like a guided missile. When I was about two centimeters away, my cock pressed against her buttocks, I hugged her belt and load my luggage between your cheeks. I felt a tingling sensation run through my body, I said: It seems we're alone, Mom. That's how affectionate you are - lifting your butt to accommodate my hard cock - I didn't know you got so happy when you hug Mom. I always get happy when I'm near a monument of women like you - I don't know where those words came from, they just flowed. mmmmm… well, the fat ass of your mother loves it when you refrigerate her happiness... - I said that while moving my butt up and down, pressing towards me against my member - just like you did the other day. That confirmed my suspicions, she knew I was going to touch her and liked it as much as I do. We were enjoying our erotic game when we heard the main door open. Quickly we separated and hid, in a matter of seconds my father came into the kitchen with one of my brothers. They didn't notice anything unusual. I got out of the kitchen to avoid any suspicion, went outside, looked towards the patio and saw it; the very appreciated by me, red chopstick was again on the railing. My mother wanted another dose of sex, and I was ready to give it to her. That night I was waiting anxiously from my hiding spot in the patio. I had a perfect view of the house that allowed me to see my mother come out of the bedroom to head towards the workshop. Besides keeping an eye out in case the original lover appeared. I waited half an hour, fixed point until finally I could see Mom sneaking into the workshop, she did it wearing a nightgown. Something unusual since the temperatures at that time of year allowed for going out only with the sleep shirt as nights were warm. I noticed no one else appeared, and it wasn't like that. So two minutes after she entered the workshop, I did too. When I entered, I saw her back to the door, lit by a candle; when I heard her say: I love how you touch me completely, so I preferred coming like this and brought a candle so you can see me entirely - While opening her robe and letting it fall, showing off her beautiful naked body. With the faint light of the candle, I could see more details of her forms. The color of her skin, its details, its marks, her large pear-shaped butt. I approached her slowly from behind, gently touching her glutes with each hand, to start exploring her. My hands touched her butt, then her hips, passing through her belly and ending by taking her breasts. Touching her soft and warm skin made my penis harden. I pressed my erect penis between her buttocks and against me. She let out a soft and long sigh, then loaded her butt against my groin. That night, she hadn't only thought of surprising me, so without saying anything, I released her breasts and took out a bandage from my pocket to cover her eyes. jajaja - laughed - it seems like not just me who wants to play.
After covering her eyes, I took her hand and turned her around. The sight of her free breasts and my complete availability brought me to heaven. I began kissing her neck, with my hands tightly holding her butt, she put her hands on my neck. Kissing her neck and then slowly lowering myself, I reached one of her nipples, sucking it, kissing it, nursing it, and biting it. I released one of her buttocks to take one of the beautiful breasts and massage it.
Without stopping to suck her breasts and alternating between her nipples, I lowered my pants. Then I sat down in a chair from the workshop at the same time as I guided her, placing her in front of me with one leg on each side and then pressing her to guide her sex downwards with the idea that she would mount me. She understood my intentions immediately, so she leaned against my shoulders and began to lower herself.
First, she sat down on my thighs, slowly approaching the meeting of our sexes. What a good idea pussy, we hadn't done this before. I'm all wet - she said as she approached her foxy to my cock. She released a soft sigh at the moment when her moist slit found my mast. I began to run my hand along the bottom of it, rubbing my lips and getting wet with its hot fluids. It slowly ran along my tool with synchronized movements, while I guided it with my hands tightly gripping its rear end, separating its cheeks. And my mouth sucked on its delicious nipples as I had done before, no longer for nourishment but to enjoy like a degenerate, incestuous, and loving possessed one. I felt overwhelmed by its hot body.
Its ridge rose and fell along my penis without penetrating it yet. She stimulated her clitoris with its movement, rubbing my glans and stroking the entire length of my meat until my testicles, and vice versa, slowly rising and quickly falling. I, fascinated by its warmth and humidity, rubbed myself against its sex.
There were many passes in no time until I was overwhelmed by excitement and impatience, took her by her butt, and lifted her up. My glans aligned with her cave. I let her fall onto me. I felt my stake penetrate her to the deepest part.
Ahhhhh!!!! What tasty papiiii!!!
We remained motionless for a few seconds, enjoying the sea of sensations. She hugged my head between her breasts, and I hugged her tightly around her waist. My penis pulsed inside her cave, pressed by its internal walls. When she started riding me like a real cowgirl, it was a machine of passion, its ridge rose and fell, sucking and inserting my cock. Her tits bounced on my face. I groaned and complained, as if they were torturing me with pleasure.
Her juices splashed and soaked my groin. I enjoyed her flesh and chose to let myself be loved, staying quiet and lifting my hips, trying to have a complete disposition of my tail.
My hands ran over her voluptuous body, her butt, her back, and her tits were reviewed by my restless hands. My hungry mouth sucked, bit, and nursed on her large, soft, and savory breasts. Her skin was exquisite, and her sweat was the most delicious flavor. Take your buttocks from below to separate them even more and the penetration will feel deeper. Suddenly I took her by the nape of the neck and drew her in to merge into a passionate kiss. Our tongues entwined, our saliva mixed. And she continued with her frantic up and down. We kissed for a good while, paused to take a breath and so continue intertwined. We kissed our mouths, necks, cheeks. I was so excited that I sucked her skin, her chin. I could take her enormous breasts and put her nipples at the height of my mouth and lick her delights at my pleasure.
Summed up in that passionate mood, she changed the rhythm to strong and deep thrusts. My tip collided with her interior, every time it rose and fell with force. Several times she attacked strongly, until she lowered herself as much as possible, leaving me impaling her like a lance. She tensed her body and pressed her legs against mine. I took her by the shoulders to keep her down and put my face between her breasts. Suddenly I started releasing my semen into the cave that gave birth to me. I discharged multiple jets into her entrails and with each of these on her fiery walls; she released more of her body, surrendering to the undeniable orgasm that invaded her. It was so much pleasure that I felt at that moment that I didn't want or could let go until it ended.
She rested her head on my right shoulder until my flaccid penis came out of her fiery cave. My fluids fell by gravity from her vagina when she reacted.
That was wonderful pussy, I think we'll never stop doing this. I love how you fuck me, mysterious violator. Remind your words based on the mouth. It was a kiss more calm, slower, but no less passionate. After kissing for a long time, she stood up saying, Now matured so that I can remove this bandage and dress. I left in silence after dressing and quickly extinguishing the candle to avoid her trying to surprise me by removing her bandage before. I exhausted arrived at my bedroom before she left the workshop, surely wanting to recover before going back home. From my window I saw her walking back, covering her beautiful body with her nightgown. There was still summer and a hunger for sex. It will continue. Please.
We lived in a town inside the central zone of Chile, that is, in the countryside. Our family consisted of my father, mother, me (the eldest son) and my two brothers.
The story I'll tell you happened last summer before going to study at the university in the nearest city. I was 18 years old. I was a normal type, somewhat shy, thin, fair skin, dark hair, similar to my father.
We were living a good rural life. Our house faced a moderately trafficked road, with a large porch towards the front, as a portal, with a railing where my mother used to leave some things to dry. Sometimes I helped her with some household chores. How was that day when we were organizing the porch, like many times, and leaving things hanging to dry. Among the variety of clothes, sheets, blankets, etc. There was a red thong, or chopino, it wasn't wet, nor even clean. But she left it on the railing next to the access to the dwelling, on the more visible side.
Hey mom, this isn't wet - I said taking it from where she left it. Leave it there, okay! - she responded in a categorical tone.
Without arguing with her, I obeyed without asking more. The day had ended, it was hot, I don't remember what day. It was always that way during the summer. I would sleep peacefully in my bedroom when something woke me up, a noise from the patio. Curious, I quickly looked out the window and saw a shadow heading towards the workshop. The workshop was a basic wooden structure in the patio.
Without thinking more, I went to see what was happening, trying not to wake anyone up. I approached silently to the workshop and the door was closed. Strange noises were coming from inside, like knocking and agitated breathing. Even more curious, I wanted to know what was going on, but my intention wasn't to interrupt anything, so I could capture the moment.
The knocking continued, a soft and constant sound, while I searched for a gap between the wooden boards that made up the wall to look inside. For a moment, I heard a female whimper, how strange I thought; with my innocence from those years, I couldn't imagine what it could all be about.
I kept searching until I managed to look through a crack on the opposite side of the workshop entrance.
What I saw changed my life forever. With my eyes open like plates, I could see my mother, my beloved mother, always correct, nice and honest. She was leaning against the workbench with her elbows, her nightgown pulled up over her waist, showing off her huge white ass. Her breasts were free, big, swaying with each movement. And her head thrown back.
Behind her was a man I didn't recognize, clearly not my father.
He had his pants around his ankles, his hands tightly gripping my mother's hips, thrusting into her strongly from behind.
They're fucking!! I thought in that moment, without losing any detail of the balance of my mother's flesh. My penis reacted immediately, I couldn't help but start jacking off frantically. I focused on my mother's breasts, they looked exquisite, swaying with each thrust of the unknown fucker. There was little light so... She distinguished, only seeing her masses move in an erotic and hurried dance. Her large buttocks gathered with each impact, actually you could hear her flesh crash against the humanity of the unfortunate one who was sticking it to her. She moaned and gasped, submerged in the passion of that moment. Taking advantage of the fact that the workshop was separated from the house, she could make any noise she wanted.
Rrrriiiiicco!!!... Put it all inside me. What you... Don't talk to me, I don't want to know who you are, keep screwing me. - My mother interrupted...
I didn't know what game they were playing, I didn't understand at that moment. I was wanking like a condemned man, with my pants down and stuck to the gap. My mother was screwing like a slut just under 2 meters away from me, and I was enjoying it like a horny voyeur.
Between the howls of a mare, my mother came and I started shooting my load onto the tables. It was a great orgasm, I got dizzy and lasted for a few seconds. When the guy reacted, he was loaded over mom's ass, probably ending up as deep inside as possible. My mother with her head down, enjoying her orgasm.
A few seconds later, the guy pulled out, put his pants back on, and left without saying anything. Meanwhile, my mother remained motionless in the same position. I stayed there for a bit watching mom recover from the screwing, thinking she was alone. She got up, then took her hair with a ribbon. Her tits hung outside of her camisole, it was a beautiful sight; her roundness and the soft swaying of these made my excitement return.
My penis, like iron, rose again, along with my hand to explore it in a slow and constant masturbation.
I ran my eyes over her breasts, which looked white and finished off with a large and pointed nipple pointing impulsively forward under the moon's faint light.
After finishing up, she continued to lower her underwear until it covered her enormous ass, then went upstairs to put away... her breasts inside her clothes. Each of her flesh masses adapted to the hand that ordered it, like an unmistakable sign of her softness and whiteness, only to be hidden by that mean fabric that eventually deprived me of the visual delight of those perfect tits. To end the voyeuristic scene, she turned around and left through the workshop door, while I fixed my gaze on that ass, drawing itself under the thin fabric, and from that moment on, it became my object of desire.
After seeing her leave, I closed my eyes and threw myself onto the grass, masturbating as I remembered the beautiful, hot, and clandestine images of my mother fucking clandestinely in the workshop while we slept at home (everyone except me), her flesh swaying and moaning like possessed; it made my penis hard as iron, unable to hold back without starting again. I did it quickly with my hand for a bit, feeling my balls contract and increase the rhythm of the masturbation. The images of my mother continued in my head while I kept masturbating, then I started imagining myself in the unknown's place, grabbing his ass and inserting my dick into his slit, over and over, at the moment she asked me for more and more. I continued with my movements, without stopping, with a strong rhythm, until I felt it coming, my balls contracting and my penis harder than ever. I didn't want to stop and kept going with my task until I couldn't anymore and finished abundantly. The climax was so strong that I remained motionless for a good while.
I returned to my room in silence to avoid waking up my family.
The next day passed normally, my mother walking around as usual, as if nothing had happened. It was clear that what I saw last night, she had been doing it for a time and with zero remorse.
That afternoon, helping with some things, I ordered the patio and took the red chopino to leave it on the railing. When she appeared and said 'don't leave it' below only, I made it without giving it importance. During the day, I stopped to look at her, my mother. Her big round ass and large breasts. Enjoyed appreciating the movement of her parts with her walk; in fact, at one point I started getting excited while watching her order things in the living room, or looking at her cleavage when we had lunch, etc. Without a doubt, it was a delicious spectacle that I had never noticed before. The scene I witnessed at night made me change the way I looked at my mother. That night, I kept watch from my window in case my mother escaped to the workshop to fuck. But nothing, it gave 2 am and nothing. With how excited I was, I masturbated before falling asleep, now I had a hidden sanitary paper in my room for that purpose. Remembering my mother transformed into the main stimulus for me to masturbate. Passed 4 nights without news, 4 nights where I stayed awake waiting to see the same scene again. On the fifth day, among the things to wash was the red chopino. After washing it, she put it on the railing for it to dry, leaving it visible from the path. That night, around 1 am, I saw my mother heading towards the workshop. Today's her turn I thought. I stayed in the window until I saw the unknown approaching. When I saw him, feelings of envy and jealousy invaded me. Waited a few minutes and approached the same spot where I had a privileged view for the show. The sensations were the same, the same routine repeated itself, and I ended up the same way. This time, I went back to my bed before they left the workshop. I slept peacefully. After that night, 3 days passed without news. Until the early morning of the fourth day when, seeing how mother was sneaking off to the workshop anxious to be penetrated, I made the connection. That day, just like on previous occasions of her sexual adventures, she had left the red chopino. It was the signal, as if warning her unknown lover that she was ready to be possessed once again in the dark clandestinity. And therefore, it was also a signal for me. To be able to keep discovering a perfidious and hot world. I arrived at the accustomed groove to see my mother being penetrated with pleasure by that fortunate stranger. At those heights, jealousy dominated me, besides the heat. I saw them fornicating while I masturbated, it was the best live porn. When suddenly she orders: 'Stop!' - She said while moving her ass to pull out the unnamed member - today I want you to break my ass, I brought the vaseline and it's on top of it. I finished giving her instruction and supported her face and breasts on the counter, then with her hands separating her buttocks. Next, she put more in pump her enormous, white and freckled rear end. The type without hesitation spat out mom's butt, applied 2 fingers to the vaseline and started probing the hole in question. At the same time as he stimulated her clitoris with his other hand. Already with that, mom was moaning and snorting. The guy every now and then would come back to lubricate mom's anus and her rear end by reapplying his fingers. He repeated the procedure several times to achieve the necessary dilatation. At a moment and between slut's moans, my mother said I can't take it anymore... Put it in later, but he didn't pay attention. Then she begged, saying please don't make me wait, I want you to break it. He left her suffering for a while longer until she said and then (begging) put your arm papi that I'm not going to take it..., before finishing his sentence the guy took hold of her hips, aimed the head of his cock at the cave and started pounding strongly. 'Yes... Ahh... Give me more pussy... That's strong... Break my ass!!!' were her screams. The guy was holding her firmly while penetrating her slowly. At that moment she had one hand inserted in her use the word: pussy stimulating it and the other supported on the counter. Her breasts hung heavy, wonderful, white, illuminated by the moonlight entering through a window. Her large masses of flesh, which she had for buttocks, adapted to the body of his usurper, adjusting to the grip he was making. His initial penetration rhythm was slow until he reached what he could do best in the hungry rectum of my mother's interior. Then it started coming out, no longer so slow but not fast either. To go back at it. It was increasing its pace, until reaching a constant rhythm of deep and strong penetrations.
My hand was running along my frenzied penis, I was wanking like an invalid, with my eye (the one that could see through the slit) as a plate without losing any detail of the scene. She was moaning and her flesh was moving, it was the most erotic spectacle that could exist. I came like never before, discharging countless bubbles of semen, until my vision blurred and my legs trembled.
I stayed looking for a bit longer, watching how they ended. She tensed her body, moaning loudly, then relaxing, leaning on both arms on the counter and her head resting on them. He kept penetrating her a couple of times until he stopped at the deepest point, tensing his body, and filled her with his come. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, separated from my mother, put up his pants and left without saying anything.
She waited for her clandestine lover to leave before getting up and walking out alone in her nightgown, slowly.
I waited a bit until she got to her bedroom and went to sleep. Then I went to my bedroom without making a sound.
Lying on the ceiling of my room, I took a decision. I have to be the one who gets to my mom, not some stranger. To do that, I had to come up with a plan. And fearing possible rejection from her, I had to take the place of the stranger without her noticing. Taking advantage of no visual or verbal contact, she shouldn't notice.
So I waited for several days until she finally put the red chopstick on the railing. It was the signal of desire. I prepared myself for that night. I hadn't masturbated since the last voyeur session, to be loaded for her. In my closet, I kept a bat. So... Decidedly I hid near midnight in the patio, near the workshop, assuming the usual route of my mother's sexual prowler. I heard her slipping towards the workshop. Anxiety, adrenaline, and excitement made my cock harden instantly as I saw her coming out of the house in her usual nightgown. I then heard an unknown person approaching, walking slowly trying not to make a sound. I saw him at about 5 meters away, but he didn't see me. I approached silently from behind without being noticed and when I reached the precise distance, I hit him with my bat on the back. PAH! (the blow was dry) and he fell to the floor quickly turning around very fast. I didn't get a glimpse of his face. I said, not too loudly so my mother wouldn't hear me, Get out of here, you dirty thief! The guy got up quickly and ran off down the same path he had entered our property on. I had already completed the first stage of the plan, eliminating the unknown person. Now it would be the best part, finally I would concretize my main fantasy, the main inspiration for my wankings over the past couple of weeks. I left my bat there in the bushes and entered the workshop. The view was perfect through the small window, with just enough light to contemplate that beautiful large and rounded ass. My heart accelerated as I saw that longed-for crevice between those masses of white flesh and those thick legs half-open. She was like always, on her knees over a bench and leaning on her elbows on the workbench. She said when she heard the door You're taking your time, sweetheart, let's give it to my pussy quickly, I still feel like my ass is burning from yesterday. Very nervous, I approached her ass in pomp. The first thing I did was touch it with one hand on each cheek, the sensation was exquisite, its softness and warmth invaded my hands, I squeezed them tightly and felt her anatomy escaping between my fingers. She responded with a jerk saying Your hands are cold. Copying To my predecessor in these matters, I sucked my index and middle fingers to then touch her ridge. First softly and then decisively. I ran it slowly along her upper lips, passing through the lower ones, entering her vagina and then making my way to her anus. Everything was very wet, everything was very juicy. With the caress, she lifted her ass more to facilitate the route, so I did it again in reverse, of course, now inserting even more my hand, my fingers were soaked with her fluids. You hadn't touched me like that before pussy... What a rriicooo... she said, accompanied by some sweet moans.
After fingering with my fingers, I unzipped my pants with my left hand, not wearing boxers to facilitate the process. My cock came out and was eager to enter those flesh.
I took my cock and with my glans went back to doing the same route as my fingers. I felt her warmth on my tip. Almost came in place, managed to control myself and continued. I rubbed the head of my penis on her clitoris, loading, then on the entrance of her cave, a bit and kept going. Ah ah ah put it in me, she made me wait, reciting her ridge back a couple more times. With each pass through her entrance, she would let out a sweet ah ah ah!..., it became an interesting game, every time I used the word pussy was more juicy, I knew because I felt its moisture on the head of my fallopian tube. And after several passes, without more, I found myself in her entrance, inserting only the tip, splashing in her fluids. I took her by the hip and with a single push, I pushed it all the way in. Aaaahhhh!!!!! she screamed. She was so wet that it didn't cost me to enter, never in my life had I felt anything like this until that moment, I was still a virgin. The warmth and softness of her entrails surrounded my penis, causing in me a comfortable and unknown sensation. I pulled out a bit, feeling her vaginal lips pressing along my tool, tracing it as it came out to go back in, already slower to enjoy the Smooth sensation. I repeated the movements numerous times, in a vicious manner, until I started pounding into Mom's vagina at a constant rhythm. With each thrust she would beg me more... maaaasss.... More more more.... From one moment to another I was lost in a frantic come-and-go, holding her tightly from the hip. She was gasping and I was enjoying the friction of my penis inside her, the bouncing of her flesh against my body, how her buttocks would open each time she received me warmly.
Between moans, gasps, and screams from my mother, I started feeling the first signs of a quick climax. I changed the rhythm, instinctively, penetrating her strongly and trying to reach the deepest part possible. My tip collided with her innermost wall, she let out a loud moan, which motivated me to repeat it several times, each time stronger. Ahhh at the first, Ahhhhh at the second, longer and stronger; Ahhhhiii after I rammed into her with all my might; Ahhhiiii rompeme pussy after feeling like my glans was colliding with her entrails and pressing for an instant; and Asi asiiiiii was what she said last after I penetrated her strongly and held myself inside, ensnared, pressing against her entrails in the entrance of her uterus. My testicles contracted and so did my penis, as if taking on a life of its own; I started releasing my cum inside. Each shot caused a countless number of tickles in sync with the intense orgasm. I felt dizzy, out of breath, and with a tingling sensation in my testicles.
You're different today, bigger, harder - she said that while resting her head between her forearms on the counter - it was... more tasty.
I got out of her vagina, already flaccid, put away my tool in my pants, and left without saying anything. Leaving her there, leaning against the counter to recover. I quickly went to the other side of the workshop, to my observation point. I saw her recomposing herself in the same dynamic, except after tying up her hair, she wore... One of her hands was on her vagina, collecting the semen that was already dripping and taking it to her mouth to lick it while with the other hand she pressed strongly one of her breasts and pinched her nipple between her index and middle fingers. What a tasty fuck, my violator is like never - she said in a low voice. Wait until he left to go back home. When I went to bed, with the feeling of satisfaction and an unknown joy, I fell asleep almost instantly. Fucking mom at the workshop was the best experience of my life and I wanted it to happen again as soon as possible. The next day everything was normal. My mother with her good humor and beautiful smile worried about all of us at home. Now I understood why she had a good mood. She was satisfied. A woman with her sexual need resolved. She was having sex with her lover when she wanted and made him come for hours. Beyond the pleasure of the act itself, the fact that it was a clandestine relationship made it, without a doubt, much more delicious. That day I couldn't take my eyes off mom's body, I got lost looking at her ass and breasts, moving around with her daily stroll through the house. At one point I found her reading the newspaper standing up, leaning on the table with her elbows, with her ass in pom-pom; while everyone was outside in the patio. My hormones were crazy, I couldn't control myself anymore, the memory of the night just lived kept me totally absorbed. It was then that without thinking about consequences I approached her from behind, pressing my bulge, erect, between her delicious buttocks and hugging her around the waist. I leaned my face on her back. She gave a start when she felt me and said: Oh, you're so affectionate - she said that without moving and lifting her ass. - And you're so hard... but now the kids can't appear. She thought it was dad. Without saying anything, I started massaging her a bit. I lowered my right hand to her thigh and put it under her dress. Then I massaged her ass while she rubbed it with my cock. With the warmth of... momento I started loading my penis into her slit, simulating a screwing. While my other hand went up to take one of her breasts. Her mom, her meat mass, was so big and soft that it seemed to burst out of her bra. I took her firm from her left breast and right buttock to punt her a few more times until I came. I felt semen bursting inside my clothes, which at that moment seemed like liters. I held her firm until I finished filling my underwear with my ejaculation. She just let herself be done, didn't say anything.
I heard a door open and quickly reacted. I released her and went to my room. She continued as if nothing had happened until she realized who was coming in was my father.
RUBEN! - I shouted surprised. What's up woman? Ehhh... - something confused - Nothing, I thought you were here inside and not in the patio. No, you were just with Juan (that's my name) here at home. ahhhh - she said, disguising it.
I listened to the dialogue from the door of my room. Fear invaded me, I didn't know what mom would do now that she had discovered me taking advantage of the situation to fondle her and rub my sex against her buttocks.
I didn't leave my room even to eat. I only went to the bathroom, to clean myself and change my underwear, at a moment when I didn't hear anyone and looked out the window if she had put the red flag on the railing. She didn't put it that day. Nor the next day, nor the subsequent one. Things continued normally, the truth is that with the scare of the last time, almost being discovered taking advantage of mom, I didn't want to try anything. I just dedicated myself to waiting for her to leave the signal to call her nighttime lover.
That day arrived a week after the incident in the dining room. When I got home in the afternoon, after spending some time with friends, I saw from a distance the red element on the railing. Surely, the idea that she would come back and fuck my progenitor tonight shot up my testosterone levels. Almost stopped my cock in the act. I prepared, looked for black clothes and a mountain passes, I didn't want my mother to turn around and see my face by any mistake. I waited for everyone to fall asleep, hid in the patio just in case the previous lover appeared. It was already past midnight and no one had appeared. Probably with the last scare I gave that usurper, they wouldn't come near again. Suddenly I heard my mother sneaking out of the house and heading towards the workshop. It's time, I thought.
I approached the workshop a couple of minutes after she entered, opened the door and saw her in her usual position, and then; I concentrated on her ass, big, white, and round; on her crack, between those beautiful flesh, surely already hot and juicy. A single thought guided my actions. To put it in. I wanted to put it in, whole, deeply. I desired to grab her hard and pump her until I released all my semen inside.
I approached, after closing the door behind me. I walked down, lowering the zipper and pulling out my cock.
Hello, my little love, you're a bit late - said with a coy tone, while moving her ass.
I positioned myself behind her, aimed my weapon at her cave, and taking hold of her hips, I put it in deep, like a battering ram penetrating the barriers of a castle. I felt the friction of our flesh. Although she was wet, she wasn't totally lubricated. Her fire enveloped my member and I felt crash into her bottom.
AHHhhhhh!!!!!.... - released long and hard as I felt my cock thrusting her - what a nice one.
I pulled it out almost complete and penetrated her deep again. Now more lubricated, her pussy received my fallo not so brusquely this time. And so a third, fourth, fifth, until I lost count. Break me she said between thrusts. I kept that rhythm until the pace changed suddenly. Already enjoying her body. It was a continuous thrust, a steady rhythm while I took advantage of exploring her with my hands. She accompanied me with her movements, lifting and pushing her crack back each time I charged.
from sleeping, and to make everything easier, she passed her straps under her arms to give me more freedom. Upon taking her yummy big heavy soft breasts, they seemed to overflow my hands, as if trying, those beautiful masses, to escape at any moment between my fingers. Her enormous hard nipples, like handles, moved between my fingers. This caused her to place her hands on the counter, lifting her torso to facilitate the manipulation of her breasts. And I took these firmly, continuing to penetrate her.
That woman was panting, moaning and begging for more and more. She was enjoying herself like a hot slut. Like me; I felt in paradise, possessing that hot woman in such a morbid situation. The sexual delirium of the moment increased, my rhythm became more frenzied, so she opted to remain still and let me penetrate her, at will, as if I were her owner. I felt her fluids moistening my parts as I entered and exited that wonderful cave. I don't know how long it lasted, but I was almost out of breath, but couldn't stop myself. Along with my repetitive and constant assault, she continued to moan desperately, as if nothing else mattered. Within this dynamic, the tickles, tingles and contractions in my member began to manifest themselves. Orgasm would arrive soon, so I accelerated the rhythm even more. Until I could no longer and taking her firmly by her breasts, almost bursting them, I penetrated her deeply, again and again; until I couldn't take it anymore, and maintaining myself at the deepest point of her sex enveloped in her ardor, I began to invade her entrails with my sperm. Liters were discharged against the finite wall of that pussy that night, almost feeling like she was peeing. My balls collected during the process, my trunk contracted, like pumping. She was firmly held while I ejaculated. Her breasts struggled to free themselves from the prisons that were my hands. Hands that controlled that beautiful mature body between tickles, penetrations, and agitated breathing, I moved in a wild luxury dance. Despite being out of breath, I kept her pinned and grasping her breasts for a couple of minutes after finishing my ejaculation. The moment she only snorted and let herself go, completely surrendered to her consenting violator.
After releasing her breasts, she returned to leaning on the counter with her elbows and her head between her forearms. Her orgasm was probably as intense as mine.
I stored my member, soaked in our juices, and left the place without making a sound.
As usual, the next day was normal in daily life, except for some intriguing glances from my mother. I even surprised her looking at me while we were talking in family, sitting in the living room. When I noticed it, butterflies started fluttering in my stomach. She had probably concluded that I was the one who had ravished her the other day and didn't say anything. She must have enjoyed it as much as I did.
I had a hard-on, my desire for her increased with each moment. I saw her walking with her parts swaying and couldn't help but notice every detail. With each touch or crossing while we were walking in the house, I remembered the warmth of her skin, its softness, its humidity. No doubt it was my hormones too that made all that contained sexual energy try to release itself in me and manifest itself with those impulses and thoughts. Unconsciously, or maybe not so unconsciously, I tried to find her, rub against her, touch her wherever she was in the house.
At a moment, everyone left, I didn't know where, it didn't matter to me. I found her in the kitchen, washing dishes. Her ass in pomade, her breasts hanging and her hands in water. I looked at her for a while without her noticing until after a couple of minutes, I approached her, my goal was her butt. My eyes fixed on those large masses of flesh guided my trajectory like a guided missile. When I was about two centimeters away, my cock pressed against her buttocks, I hugged her belt and load my luggage between your cheeks. I felt a tingling sensation run through my body, I said: It seems we're alone, Mom. That's how affectionate you are - lifting your butt to accommodate my hard cock - I didn't know you got so happy when you hug Mom. I always get happy when I'm near a monument of women like you - I don't know where those words came from, they just flowed. mmmmm… well, the fat ass of your mother loves it when you refrigerate her happiness... - I said that while moving my butt up and down, pressing towards me against my member - just like you did the other day. That confirmed my suspicions, she knew I was going to touch her and liked it as much as I do. We were enjoying our erotic game when we heard the main door open. Quickly we separated and hid, in a matter of seconds my father came into the kitchen with one of my brothers. They didn't notice anything unusual. I got out of the kitchen to avoid any suspicion, went outside, looked towards the patio and saw it; the very appreciated by me, red chopstick was again on the railing. My mother wanted another dose of sex, and I was ready to give it to her. That night I was waiting anxiously from my hiding spot in the patio. I had a perfect view of the house that allowed me to see my mother come out of the bedroom to head towards the workshop. Besides keeping an eye out in case the original lover appeared. I waited half an hour, fixed point until finally I could see Mom sneaking into the workshop, she did it wearing a nightgown. Something unusual since the temperatures at that time of year allowed for going out only with the sleep shirt as nights were warm. I noticed no one else appeared, and it wasn't like that. So two minutes after she entered the workshop, I did too. When I entered, I saw her back to the door, lit by a candle; when I heard her say: I love how you touch me completely, so I preferred coming like this and brought a candle so you can see me entirely - While opening her robe and letting it fall, showing off her beautiful naked body. With the faint light of the candle, I could see more details of her forms. The color of her skin, its details, its marks, her large pear-shaped butt. I approached her slowly from behind, gently touching her glutes with each hand, to start exploring her. My hands touched her butt, then her hips, passing through her belly and ending by taking her breasts. Touching her soft and warm skin made my penis harden. I pressed my erect penis between her buttocks and against me. She let out a soft and long sigh, then loaded her butt against my groin. That night, she hadn't only thought of surprising me, so without saying anything, I released her breasts and took out a bandage from my pocket to cover her eyes. jajaja - laughed - it seems like not just me who wants to play.
After covering her eyes, I took her hand and turned her around. The sight of her free breasts and my complete availability brought me to heaven. I began kissing her neck, with my hands tightly holding her butt, she put her hands on my neck. Kissing her neck and then slowly lowering myself, I reached one of her nipples, sucking it, kissing it, nursing it, and biting it. I released one of her buttocks to take one of the beautiful breasts and massage it.
Without stopping to suck her breasts and alternating between her nipples, I lowered my pants. Then I sat down in a chair from the workshop at the same time as I guided her, placing her in front of me with one leg on each side and then pressing her to guide her sex downwards with the idea that she would mount me. She understood my intentions immediately, so she leaned against my shoulders and began to lower herself.
First, she sat down on my thighs, slowly approaching the meeting of our sexes. What a good idea pussy, we hadn't done this before. I'm all wet - she said as she approached her foxy to my cock. She released a soft sigh at the moment when her moist slit found my mast. I began to run my hand along the bottom of it, rubbing my lips and getting wet with its hot fluids. It slowly ran along my tool with synchronized movements, while I guided it with my hands tightly gripping its rear end, separating its cheeks. And my mouth sucked on its delicious nipples as I had done before, no longer for nourishment but to enjoy like a degenerate, incestuous, and loving possessed one. I felt overwhelmed by its hot body.
Its ridge rose and fell along my penis without penetrating it yet. She stimulated her clitoris with its movement, rubbing my glans and stroking the entire length of my meat until my testicles, and vice versa, slowly rising and quickly falling. I, fascinated by its warmth and humidity, rubbed myself against its sex.
There were many passes in no time until I was overwhelmed by excitement and impatience, took her by her butt, and lifted her up. My glans aligned with her cave. I let her fall onto me. I felt my stake penetrate her to the deepest part.
Ahhhhh!!!! What tasty papiiii!!!
We remained motionless for a few seconds, enjoying the sea of sensations. She hugged my head between her breasts, and I hugged her tightly around her waist. My penis pulsed inside her cave, pressed by its internal walls. When she started riding me like a real cowgirl, it was a machine of passion, its ridge rose and fell, sucking and inserting my cock. Her tits bounced on my face. I groaned and complained, as if they were torturing me with pleasure.
Her juices splashed and soaked my groin. I enjoyed her flesh and chose to let myself be loved, staying quiet and lifting my hips, trying to have a complete disposition of my tail.
My hands ran over her voluptuous body, her butt, her back, and her tits were reviewed by my restless hands. My hungry mouth sucked, bit, and nursed on her large, soft, and savory breasts. Her skin was exquisite, and her sweat was the most delicious flavor. Take your buttocks from below to separate them even more and the penetration will feel deeper. Suddenly I took her by the nape of the neck and drew her in to merge into a passionate kiss. Our tongues entwined, our saliva mixed. And she continued with her frantic up and down. We kissed for a good while, paused to take a breath and so continue intertwined. We kissed our mouths, necks, cheeks. I was so excited that I sucked her skin, her chin. I could take her enormous breasts and put her nipples at the height of my mouth and lick her delights at my pleasure.
Summed up in that passionate mood, she changed the rhythm to strong and deep thrusts. My tip collided with her interior, every time it rose and fell with force. Several times she attacked strongly, until she lowered herself as much as possible, leaving me impaling her like a lance. She tensed her body and pressed her legs against mine. I took her by the shoulders to keep her down and put my face between her breasts. Suddenly I started releasing my semen into the cave that gave birth to me. I discharged multiple jets into her entrails and with each of these on her fiery walls; she released more of her body, surrendering to the undeniable orgasm that invaded her. It was so much pleasure that I felt at that moment that I didn't want or could let go until it ended.
She rested her head on my right shoulder until my flaccid penis came out of her fiery cave. My fluids fell by gravity from her vagina when she reacted.
That was wonderful pussy, I think we'll never stop doing this. I love how you fuck me, mysterious violator. Remind your words based on the mouth. It was a kiss more calm, slower, but no less passionate. After kissing for a long time, she stood up saying, Now matured so that I can remove this bandage and dress. I left in silence after dressing and quickly extinguishing the candle to avoid her trying to surprise me by removing her bandage before. I exhausted arrived at my bedroom before she left the workshop, surely wanting to recover before going back home. From my window I saw her walking back, covering her beautiful body with her nightgown. There was still summer and a hunger for sex. It will continue. Please.
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