My mother Asun has become my wife. I don't know how long our relationship will last, nobody knows, it's more that no one knows where we live. From my side, I'm very comfortable, I've never been one to get along with people much, today I'm more focused on work, and my mother apart from taking care of the house gives me sex. She gets the affection and sex she never got from my father. We are a rural family, my mother became pregnant at 14 years old with my father who was ten years older and I think he took advantage of her. They forced her to marry him and nine months later I was born. It's the typical woman from a small town with old customs, living in the shadow of my father who always gave her bad life. I left there as soon as I could, finished my studies and moved to live in the capital.
One day she called me anxious, saying she couldn't take it anymore, she was scared of living with my father, so I went to pick her up and she came to live with me. I had a perfect life, lived alone in an attic, most of the time dedicated to work, sometimes going out for drinks with some colleagues or doing sports. But my mother's presence changed everything, we only had one room, the attic wasn't very big, just enough for one person or couple. From the first day we slept together, without any kind of weird thing, it's true that when I saw her a little undressed I liked to look at her curves, she was a ham woman, with generous breasts and endless curves.
From the first moment she took on the role of the housewife, never having done anything else. So she dedicated herself to cleaning, ironing, and cooking. The truth is that she put order in the house, and when I got home in the evening night always had dinner on the table, ironed clothes, and a clean house. She was never the typical caring mother, I know she loved me, but rarely showed it with my father at home. I have a good job with a very good salary, enough to support us both, but I convinced her So that she would look for a job, she would stay busy and earn money. I got her a job at a cleaning company through some contact, the salary was crap, but it was good enough to start contributing to social security.
She came with just the right clothes and was old, so we went shopping for clothes on Saturday. I'm not very knowledgeable about this topic, but I convinced her not to buy the type of clothes she used to wear in town, especially those horrible old granny bras and panties. She listened to everything I said, and at that moment, I was like the man of the house, even if it seemed old-fashioned, I felt comfortable. After the change in image, she also changed her attitude and felt more secure, even putting on a little makeup, something I had never seen before. It even made me find her sexy, I was paying attention to the way her hips moved, how the clothes accentuated her figure and emphasized her enormous breasts.
One night while having dinner, when she got up to take her plate away, she noticed that I was staring at her body without looking away. She looked at me without saying a word. I don't know what she was thinking, but I told her she looked better than ever and that I found her more attractive, so I flattered her a bit and that's probably why it made her feel good. I told her to unbutton her bathrobe, excusing myself by saying I hadn't seen her in the new underwear, she didn't say anything and obeyed. She was spectacular, her bra and panties were white, nothing out of this world, but seeing her enormous breasts, belly, and chubby legs really got me excited. The bra struggled to keep her tits in place and the panties sagged between her thighs, accentuating the pubic hair under the fabric. I wasn't lying, she seemed sexy and not just because she was a 45-year-old woman, I invited her to stay in her underwear, which she agreed to without comment and continued acting normally. While finishing dinner, I couldn't stop looking at her as she wiped and contoured her enormous ass.
The next night I asked her again... She'll stay in her underwear, the third one didn't need it anymore, when she was at home she would put on underwear for my delight and if she had cold she would wear a transparent camisole that I bought for her. We kept acting normally but she with less clothes. I dared to buy her a sexier black set with thong and matching stockings, as soon as she put it on I have to confess that I felt like putting her on all fours and screwing her. Instead, I acted more tactfully and tried to make her participate in the game, while washing up I put my body against hers, she got a bit startled but stayed still, I caressed her neck and shoulders and ran my fingers over her back. She was tense but when she saw that I was only caressing her she started relaxing, I had my hands on her ass and squeezed it. I turned her around and looked at me motionless, her gaze betrayed surprise but she wasn't scared. I took her hand and put it on my package squeezing, following my instructions she also squeezed and massaged until the erection was evident. I released the erect penis and put my hand on it, in silence I masturbated from feet up to the kitchen, soft at first until I started breathing heavily and increased the pace while rubbing her breasts. I came on her hand and part of her belly.
The next day we repeated the same thing but on the sofa, the third night I made her get down on her knees while I was sitting and as I was jerking off I grabbed her neck and slowly brought it down until she took my cock in her mouth and finished with a blow job. I tried to come in her mouth but due to lack of experience she pulled away. The climax increased day by day, my mother enjoyed it and so did I, she loved sucking my cock and swallowing the semen. Naked between my legs she delighted in my cock while watching me smelling her panties. She didn't ask for anything in return just fulfilling what the man of the house asked, there were no kisses, no caresses only fellatio from her side and breast rubbing from mine. Then the rest... we acted as usual from the day, neither in bed where we slept together did we do anything. One afternoon everything changed, it was a time of holidays and typical company meals. I had lunch with my bosses and my mother also worked there, I stayed with some colleagues to eat. I think it was the wine and the body of one of my supervisors that made me feel excited throughout the meal, I was eager to get home to receive a blow job. Around seven, I sent my mother a message telling her I was going home, I told her to stay calm with her colleagues, but when I got home she was already there. In the living room, picking up something, we greeted each other and exchanged some words. I put myself in front of her and stroked her face, slid my hand down to her chest and palpated it, obtaining a moan. I unbuttoned her blouse and left her breasts visible with the bra on, she went under my package and caressed me, made a move to kneel for the daily blow job but didn't let her, looked at me unsure of what to do, kissed her and was corresponded timidly by her lips, didn't expect it, in the second kiss reacted and we kissed intensely pressing our bodies against each other, went on to suck her neck while moaning. This time I bent down, between her legs I felt the anxious gaze she had, opened her legs and held up her skirt while I buried my head in her sex and sniffed it. The moan was more intense, grabbed my head and pushed it harder against her sex while moaning and swaying her hips to find friction. We kissed again and undressed each other. I wanted to make love with my mother, enjoy both of us, from the living room to the bedroom we went kissing passionately, threw her onto the bed and caressed her body, kissed her and slid my tongue with sweetness. Made love to her gently, slowly and silently between her moans, seeing my cock slide into her hairy pussy was the most exciting thing in my life, never had I been with a woman with so many flows vaginal secretions were oozing out of the sex that covered my cock. When she came, she moaned and screamed uncontrollably, I followed her and felt like the semen was tracing the penis and coming out in bubbles inside my mother's pussy, it was the greatest joy. We achieved such an instant of intimacy and contact that we spent the night in bed between caresses and kisses and telling each other things. During the following hours, we did a 69 and this time we screwed, we screwed well, good sex. My mother discovered she loved being fucked on all fours, she liked submission and fulfilling my sexual fantasies. We lived like a couple, I think I'm in love with her, we're 14 years apart, don't seem like mother and son and besides no one knows us there. We enjoy sex without taboos and don't know what the future holds, meanwhile we enjoy it
One day she called me anxious, saying she couldn't take it anymore, she was scared of living with my father, so I went to pick her up and she came to live with me. I had a perfect life, lived alone in an attic, most of the time dedicated to work, sometimes going out for drinks with some colleagues or doing sports. But my mother's presence changed everything, we only had one room, the attic wasn't very big, just enough for one person or couple. From the first day we slept together, without any kind of weird thing, it's true that when I saw her a little undressed I liked to look at her curves, she was a ham woman, with generous breasts and endless curves.
From the first moment she took on the role of the housewife, never having done anything else. So she dedicated herself to cleaning, ironing, and cooking. The truth is that she put order in the house, and when I got home in the evening night always had dinner on the table, ironed clothes, and a clean house. She was never the typical caring mother, I know she loved me, but rarely showed it with my father at home. I have a good job with a very good salary, enough to support us both, but I convinced her So that she would look for a job, she would stay busy and earn money. I got her a job at a cleaning company through some contact, the salary was crap, but it was good enough to start contributing to social security.
She came with just the right clothes and was old, so we went shopping for clothes on Saturday. I'm not very knowledgeable about this topic, but I convinced her not to buy the type of clothes she used to wear in town, especially those horrible old granny bras and panties. She listened to everything I said, and at that moment, I was like the man of the house, even if it seemed old-fashioned, I felt comfortable. After the change in image, she also changed her attitude and felt more secure, even putting on a little makeup, something I had never seen before. It even made me find her sexy, I was paying attention to the way her hips moved, how the clothes accentuated her figure and emphasized her enormous breasts.
One night while having dinner, when she got up to take her plate away, she noticed that I was staring at her body without looking away. She looked at me without saying a word. I don't know what she was thinking, but I told her she looked better than ever and that I found her more attractive, so I flattered her a bit and that's probably why it made her feel good. I told her to unbutton her bathrobe, excusing myself by saying I hadn't seen her in the new underwear, she didn't say anything and obeyed. She was spectacular, her bra and panties were white, nothing out of this world, but seeing her enormous breasts, belly, and chubby legs really got me excited. The bra struggled to keep her tits in place and the panties sagged between her thighs, accentuating the pubic hair under the fabric. I wasn't lying, she seemed sexy and not just because she was a 45-year-old woman, I invited her to stay in her underwear, which she agreed to without comment and continued acting normally. While finishing dinner, I couldn't stop looking at her as she wiped and contoured her enormous ass.
The next night I asked her again... She'll stay in her underwear, the third one didn't need it anymore, when she was at home she would put on underwear for my delight and if she had cold she would wear a transparent camisole that I bought for her. We kept acting normally but she with less clothes. I dared to buy her a sexier black set with thong and matching stockings, as soon as she put it on I have to confess that I felt like putting her on all fours and screwing her. Instead, I acted more tactfully and tried to make her participate in the game, while washing up I put my body against hers, she got a bit startled but stayed still, I caressed her neck and shoulders and ran my fingers over her back. She was tense but when she saw that I was only caressing her she started relaxing, I had my hands on her ass and squeezed it. I turned her around and looked at me motionless, her gaze betrayed surprise but she wasn't scared. I took her hand and put it on my package squeezing, following my instructions she also squeezed and massaged until the erection was evident. I released the erect penis and put my hand on it, in silence I masturbated from feet up to the kitchen, soft at first until I started breathing heavily and increased the pace while rubbing her breasts. I came on her hand and part of her belly.
The next day we repeated the same thing but on the sofa, the third night I made her get down on her knees while I was sitting and as I was jerking off I grabbed her neck and slowly brought it down until she took my cock in her mouth and finished with a blow job. I tried to come in her mouth but due to lack of experience she pulled away. The climax increased day by day, my mother enjoyed it and so did I, she loved sucking my cock and swallowing the semen. Naked between my legs she delighted in my cock while watching me smelling her panties. She didn't ask for anything in return just fulfilling what the man of the house asked, there were no kisses, no caresses only fellatio from her side and breast rubbing from mine. Then the rest... we acted as usual from the day, neither in bed where we slept together did we do anything. One afternoon everything changed, it was a time of holidays and typical company meals. I had lunch with my bosses and my mother also worked there, I stayed with some colleagues to eat. I think it was the wine and the body of one of my supervisors that made me feel excited throughout the meal, I was eager to get home to receive a blow job. Around seven, I sent my mother a message telling her I was going home, I told her to stay calm with her colleagues, but when I got home she was already there. In the living room, picking up something, we greeted each other and exchanged some words. I put myself in front of her and stroked her face, slid my hand down to her chest and palpated it, obtaining a moan. I unbuttoned her blouse and left her breasts visible with the bra on, she went under my package and caressed me, made a move to kneel for the daily blow job but didn't let her, looked at me unsure of what to do, kissed her and was corresponded timidly by her lips, didn't expect it, in the second kiss reacted and we kissed intensely pressing our bodies against each other, went on to suck her neck while moaning. This time I bent down, between her legs I felt the anxious gaze she had, opened her legs and held up her skirt while I buried my head in her sex and sniffed it. The moan was more intense, grabbed my head and pushed it harder against her sex while moaning and swaying her hips to find friction. We kissed again and undressed each other. I wanted to make love with my mother, enjoy both of us, from the living room to the bedroom we went kissing passionately, threw her onto the bed and caressed her body, kissed her and slid my tongue with sweetness. Made love to her gently, slowly and silently between her moans, seeing my cock slide into her hairy pussy was the most exciting thing in my life, never had I been with a woman with so many flows vaginal secretions were oozing out of the sex that covered my cock. When she came, she moaned and screamed uncontrollably, I followed her and felt like the semen was tracing the penis and coming out in bubbles inside my mother's pussy, it was the greatest joy. We achieved such an instant of intimacy and contact that we spent the night in bed between caresses and kisses and telling each other things. During the following hours, we did a 69 and this time we screwed, we screwed well, good sex. My mother discovered she loved being fucked on all fours, she liked submission and fulfilling my sexual fantasies. We lived like a couple, I think I'm in love with her, we're 14 years apart, don't seem like mother and son and besides no one knows us there. We enjoy sex without taboos and don't know what the future holds, meanwhile we enjoy it
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