I call myself Jake, I'm 24 years old and single. Since always I've had great confidence with my mother, I've spoken to her about many topics without reserve. We called things by their name. Note that I have always found my mother, very beautiful and attractive.
One night I discovered that my mother was masturbating. I saw her from the hallway, hidden, with my heart about to jump out of my chest. I caught my mother masturbating on the living room sofa while watching TV. She never saw me, although later I knew she suspected it, but for me, since that day, everything changed. My life changed.
Seeing your mother in full orgasm can change your life. Since then, I see my mother differently, from that night I saw her as a woman, sexual, desired and partly needed sex.
I was only 15 years old and thought that masturbation was related to being single, and that married men or women no longer masturbated. Of course, I was wrong. That's why it shocked me so much to see my mother put her hand between her legs to relieve herself. And it wasn't just once, I saw it several times.
I'll repeat that later I found out from her herself that she suspected I was spying on her. She made sure the doors of my sister's and my bedrooms were closed. I remember how I looked at the hallway when she was about to masturbate, but I looked at a dark hallway. And in that darkness I was with my heart racing and my cock about to explode.
That shook me up. It made me grow and mature suddenly. That first night I listened literally to the beats of my heart. I was excited and scared, I wanted to see more. When my mother reached orgasm and separated her legs to then quickly bring them together again, it almost gave me a heart attack. She joined her legs and left her hand inside, on her sex. I'll never forget the image of her bare thighs moving between shadows, the dark living room lit by the light from TV was an image that has been accompanying me throughout my life.
It excited me immensely, but I also repudiated it. I felt guilty for spying on her and having those desires. It was a duality that went to extremes. There were days when I would kill myself with pleasure thinking about my mother and there were others when I didn't want to get near her, there was brutal rejection. Poor mom, she wasn't responsible for anything. It was me who didn't have it clear. Guilt and desire shared the days of my adolescence.
I've always been attracted to tall women with large breasts, freckles, a long nose, dark hair, and short hair. Coincidentally, that's how my mother has been since always, at 39 years old and still having the same physical appearance. Carmen, my mother, is very attractive and beautiful.
I had a girlfriend with red hair and long hair, small breasts, and much shorter than me. Everything was the opposite of my mother. I suppose I'm attracted to women who resemble my mother unconsciously, but consciously there's a certain rejection of that preference because they resemble my mother. It's an internal struggle, one I'm not aware of, but it exists.
Although I took my time finishing with my girlfriend, I always knew she wasn't the woman of my life. There were many times when I imagined my mother was with me in bed to maintain a good erection and be able to fuck moderately well. After that, there would be regrets for thinking like that.
That's why since I've been having sexual relations with my mother, I've read everything that has fallen into my hands about incest, the Oedipus complex, and filial love, especially on the internet. I've accepted my preferences with that type of woman and their effects on me, especially at a sexual level, because I'm aware and conscious of all the effects my mother has on me. As my mother says, I am flesh of her flesh, and I've left the hotel room. There must be some attraction.
Now that I know myself, there's no rejection anymore, quite the opposite. I admit it and I'm looking for it. And most of all, I like it.
Our story started two years ago, in 2018. We went on a trip to Madrid. We had been planning that trip for a long time. It had gotten stuck in our heads to go to Madrid alone and finally we were going to do it. There wasn't any special reason for it, but my mother really wanted to see the Prado Museum and my father wasn't very fond of museums or long walks, so we always said we would go together. I had traveled solo a few times before, to different parts of the world, and I suppose my mother felt safer traveling with me.
I have to admit that I had fantasized about my mother and that trip to Madrid, some masturbation had fallen thinking about her, but I always took it for what it was, a fantasy, an easy way to masturbate. Guilt would take over me as soon as I came, but that idea of maternal incest was inside me, I couldn't get rid of it.
We booked a hotel in the center and we would be there for a week, visiting the city. When making the reservation online they gave us a suite room with a double bed. Both my mother and I didn't care about it. We even made jokes with my father that we could pass as newlyweds since my mother takes care of herself very well. My mother is characterized by having a great sense of humor and being very optimistic. She's always laughing and that attitude makes her look much younger than she is.
We arrived in Madrid in the afternoon, after a trip from Barcelona on the Ave train. We live in the city but my parents are from Andalusia. We headed to the hotel and first we put our bags away and gave ourselves a shower before going out for dinner.
My mother has always been a woman who hasn't hidden from me or my brothers, she's shown herself As I walked around the house in my underwear without any modesty. I had seen her large breasts countless times and we had seen them as something normal. But I didn't live at my parents' house anymore, I had moved out to live alone a few years ago, and it had been 5 years since I lived alone. So I wasn't surprised that my mother showed herself just as naturally as always. She undressed and stayed in her underwear to later go into the bathroom. By the way, she was wearing typical underwear like my mother's - high ones that covered everything.
After the shower we went out to eat around the hotel and returned to the hotel to rest.
What side do you prefer? my mother said while taking off her clothes, pointing to the bed.
Either one is fine, mom... choose whichever one you like, I said while staying in my slip-like underwear.
My mother stayed in her underwear, just like my mother's style, white and high ones that cover everything, but marking a dark pubis tightly pressed against the underwear. She put on a white nightgown with straps that barely covered her enormous breasts, semi-transparent and long.
I stayed in my slip-like underwear as it was hot in the room. Mom settled into the left side of the bed and I into the right. We were half-sitting and lying on the folded pillows, watching TV channels pass by, my mother quickly took control of the remote control. The only light in the room came from the TV.
We stumbled upon a channel featuring a famous actress who had undergone breast augmentation surgery.
Look at this... she's had her breasts operated on... they're so round, my mother said.
A bit too exaggerated, don't you think? Those breasts look like balloons... I said.
But if she can't even grab them because they're so tight... they're very round, aren't they? my mother said.
If mom... I don't like those breasts... I'm more normal and fallen breast - I said I
-La Ana had them up... - my mother affirmed referring to my ex-girlfriend.
-If... but they were small, she had them up but they weren't very big, they were little ones-
-Si... but they were small, she had them up but they weren't very big, they were little ones-
-You like them like this... like mine- mom said while laughing and grabbing her left breast and moving it as if calculating its weight from top to bottom.
-Well... mom... you have beautiful breasts-
-Vaya... and natural, here there's no padding... and well, you liked it when I was little-
-Well imagine if I liked it... I've been raised with them... like not to like them... if I owe my life to those breasts ... mom... those breasts are sacred - I said with a tone of joke, while looking at them in that dark illuminated by the TV.
-Vaya with my Jake... who's praising his mother's breasts... hahahaha... well, maybe it won't be... if you want to fuck you teta- my mother said laughing.
-Could you give me breast?- I said.
-I ??? ... of course... and you? Could you take a breast?- my mother said very amused between laughs.
-Naturally... - I said to my mother.
-Uuuhhh... well, come on... let's see...-
My mother pulled out her enormous right breast from the nightgown and gathered the areola, with a pink nipple and several small protuberances that adorned it around.
Between laughs, my mother told me – come here ... here you have teta -
Not short or lazy I approached the maternal nipple and put it in my mouth, surrounded it with my lips and felt it grow inside my mouth, felt like it was hardening. My mother let out a hiss and arched her back, which made it move completely, held her breast with more determination and pushed it further into my mouth, which I took advantage of to lick and suck with more enthusiasm and fervor.
-Chiquilloooo... hahahaha- my mother laughed while I sucked my mother's nipple with genuine frenzy. I was absorbed in it, taking my mother's laughter as a invitation to leave my condition as a son and man before those sacred breasts.
-Mother mine... Jake… uuuhhh… how are you leaving me the nipple- it was then when I started hitting it with my tongue, taking it with my lips and pulling on it, when I started exciting my mother. Mom would let out hisses and her breathing became more sonorous, she was breathing almost right above my head, and wouldn't stop moving, stretching and moving her legs.
The right nipple of my mother was unrecognizable. More big and hard, totally saliva-covered and shiny... I didn't remember sucking breasts like that never in my life.
My mother then pulled out the left breast, I had to sit up a bit and lean forward, embracing almost the entire body of Mom with my body. I passed an arm around her waist and this time grabbed the nipple, my hand caught onto my mother's hand, both hands held the areola with its nipple in the center. I licked, sucked and wet all of my mother's breast. I felt a hand on my head, on my neck, that was petting me. It wasn't pushing but encouraging me to keep doing it. I was totally excited, and without wanting to show off, I bent down to grab the left breast of my mother.
My mother didn't have any other choice but to see it, if I had leaned a little more on her, maybe she would have rubbed against her leg, but I felt too embarrassed.
-Sssshhhhh… Jakeee… uuuhhhh… son... you're going to make me lose my nipples... Mother mine, how are you leaving them...- my mother said to me while petting my hair with one hand and holding her breast with the other, in direct contact with mine.
-Does it hurt... have I hurt you?- I asked, separating from my mother's breasts. I realized that I had my mother's face very close, less than a palm away. That's why her accelerated breathing, hisses, small moans and slight body tremors were so evident. We were one on top of the other, practically.
-Noooo… you're not hurting me... but what a barbarity, Jake... I had such a strong desire for your breast, son-
-Mama... you have marvelous breasts, I'd spend hours like this-
-Noo... if it's not necessary to swear... already it's clear that you like my breasts now... and remember when you were little, you used to waste time...
I separated from the maternal breast and sat up on my side of the bed.
-Look... how you've left me with these nipples... uuuuhhhh... jajajajajaja... they look like spindles... and what a thorough examination you've given them ...
The areolas of my mother were inflamed, shining, and moist, with large erect nipples protruding, marking more than ever those rough protuberances that adorn the entire areola.
-To you too it seems to have gotten big... ehhh- said my mother pointing at me with her face my package, while she adjusted herself, half sitting and half lying down, on the folded pillow. My slip marked the entire contour of my erection. I had become hard while sucking my mother's breasts, and there was no need to say... except that I got excited, let it be said.
-I felt a lot of shame, and that shame made my erection go down and stop marking itself.
-I suppose my subconscious took it as a rebuke from my mother and my body took note immediately.
-Well, mom... it seems your breasts have put me in the mood... ... but it's already over... see? it's already going down and nothing happens-
I said, ashamed.
-Vaya... well, it hasn't been long since I last saw your gun... buuff... but time... ...
-Said my mother while putting her breasts into her camisole.
-Well, if you want to show it...
-I said in one of those moments when you don't think very well about what you say.
-Ahh... siiii ?? ... - released my mother with surprise – Uuuhhh... is my Jake going to show me the gun... let's see... let's see... - and saying this she sat up more on the pillow, turned on the nightstand light... - uufff... I'm not missing this... jajajajaja – laughed my mother.
-Without thinking twice, I lowered my slip and left it out
All my shaved cock. First, I put the rubber band from the slip belt under my balls and moved my hands away.
-Well look... here it is...- I said nervously. It wasn't hard at all, actually, it was small and shriveled, I suppose because of nerves, but when I heard my mother launch her characteristic Andalusian – Uuuuuhhhhh ... the gun of my Jake – my cock started to grow and rise in front of her.
-Chiquillooooo... Uuuuhhhh... it's getting big...- my mother shouted as my cock was hardening and rising before her eyes. My mother turned red, I noticed she was nervous and her voice was slightly broken.
– Mother mine... Jake... it's getting hard... and here in front of your...-
I didn't know what to tell her, I was hard and had it like few times it had been that hard. I pulled on the rubber band from the slip and ended up pulling it down to mid-thigh.
-Well if mom... it got big...- I said as a kind of apology, although I didn't know what to say, honestly.
-Vaya... and so big...- I noticed my mother swallowing saliva and asked me.
-And does it get like that with your mother?-
-I don't know mom... thinking you were showing it to me and you looking at it... it got like that.-
-Vaya with my Jake... vaya how it gets with his mother... - she said... ... what a barbarity... I can't believe it-
My cock was totally erect. My 19cm stood proudly before my mother's surprised eyes. I couldn't complain about cock. Never had, but that night it was like never before. And I was still proud. I ended up taking off my boxers and stretching out my legs with force, as if this way helped show off my erection better.
-Mom... this isn't a lie... it's true...- I said grabbing my penis by the base and pulling it down a bit, which made my cock stand even harder.
-No... no... you can see it's true... mother mine... how hard it must be...- my mother said.
-Well look... touch it yourself...
same... and you'll see how it's- I told her with a clearly victimized voice due to nervousness.
My mother leaned forward and with a red face and a broken voice of shame said...
...see... -and stretched out her right hand to touch my cock with her fingers. The first contact with her skin acted like a spring and my cock lifted up a little more – Uuuuhhhh … jajajaja- laughed my mother while feeling the shaft of the penis with her fingertips.
-Chiquillooo… well, it's hard if... -said my mother as she grabbed my cock with her fingers... - Oooohhhhh… Jake… hijoooo… how you get so hard… uuffff – then my mother went to the base of my cock and pulled down with force -… see... -I felt a tug on the whole shaft of my penis, a tug that was like a pinch at the base of the glans, making it become larger.
The edge of my glans almost doubled its size, converting it into an enormous seta with its edges bent upwards. My cock suffered a stretch, painful and pleasant at the same time.
-Ooohhh… mama !!- I said, scared and seeing how my cock had turned into something else.
My mother let out a scream – Uuuhhhh… chiquillo… what a barbarity… uuuhhhh Jakeeee… how you get so hard… what a barbarity -
I had never had my cock like that, not even in the most ardent moment.
It was exhibiting a large and long member, fat and hard, with thick veins marking the whole shaft. It was displayed totally straight, with a large and shiny glans, with expanded edges drawing a relief of a cap as I had never seen it before. I had an enormous cock.
I was experiencing something I had never felt before, a strange knot in my stomach due to nerves, and strong excitement, but a different kind of excitement from what I could feel with another woman.
Joder… I was getting excited in the most brutal way I had ever thought possible, and it was with my mother. With my mouth closed by nervousness, with a palpitation of excitement that I felt On my chest, and with a member that was pointing defiantly at the ceiling. -Mother of mine… son… what pistol has gotten into you… what a barbarity...- my mother wasn't letting go of my cock. Now she was holding it with all her hand - bbuufff … and it got even bigger when I touched it ...ehh??- -Mama… I never had one like that before… you're the one who makes me get one like that- -Uuuhhh… kidooo… jajajajaja… don't tell me… don't tell me that you make me get one like that- said my mother while squeezing my penis. -Well, let's see… - I replied. -Look at my Jake… what a surprise… how it gets so big… and hard… with his mother- my mom was saying, clearly affected by what was happening. -Mama… I don't know what you've done to me… but you've made it bigger than ever- I said while watching as my mom started doing a slow up-and-down motion with my cock. -Uuuhhh… jajajajajajaja… well, look at that… it seems you're making my Jake fat- said Mom. -But if you've pulled me off like that...- -Well, I wanted to make it tense and look… tense as it has become- -Damn mom… but if it's grown and all- -Well… jajajajaja… as if you said it… how it's gotten so big… well, what a pistol you have… Ana couldn't complain… she was so well served- my mom said in reference to my ex-girlfriend. -Mama… Ana never saw me like that before… come on… but not even for fun- -Ahhh nooo? … then neither did Ana make it like that for you?- my mom asked. -No, Mom, no… with Ana I got big, but not that big… - -Well… and that's because you've only seen my tits… what if you show me the ass… what?- said my mom, just realizing she was jerking me off. -Well, Mom, but if you make it like this with just a little tug… well, imagine- I said in a joking tone. -Well, Jake likes the titty… I didn't expect that… jajajajaja… - -Well, then, Mom… I didn't expect to get so hard either- -Well, with my Jake… jajajajaja… now You can brag about your pistol, son - my mother said to me as she leaned back towards the pillow.
I put on my underwear again and covered the package. My mother told me:
-Take care tonight, see if you think I'm some friend of yours and touch my ass-
-No mom... I perfectly know that you're not any friend of mine... - I replied - besides... mom... no friend of mine has ever done it to me like this...
-Jajajajaja... well... I'm your mother... see if you'll put your hand on me- my mom replied, as if she was giving up the matter.
She turned off the lamp and raised the TV volume. She looked flushed, nervous, didn't know what to say or do to go back to the moment before she sucked my tits.
It's my mother and I didn't want to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable, so I also tried to forget about it. Something totally impossible after what happened.
After a while, we prepared for bed. I didn't want to disturb my mother, so I got as far away from the edge of the bed as possible and couldn't sleep.
I couldn't sleep. I decided to wait a bit before masturbating, I couldn't fall asleep like that, with my mother's back to me and feeling the heat. So I waited, with wide eyes, waiting for a good while. My mother was moving on the bed and I prayed she wouldn't turn around, I didn't want to masturbate in front of her.
But it wasn't like that, quite the opposite. My mother stretched out and when she did, she got much closer to me. In fact, our bodies were almost touching, just a few centimeters apart. My mother was facing away from me, with her ass sticking up, and I was lying on my back with my cock hard, about to masturbate.
I waited some more.
I couldn't stop thinking about it, I was feeling my cock and it felt very big, what would my mother have done to make it like that? Many contradictory ideas came into my head, should I masturbate now? Should I wait? Should I give in? round and I put myself behind my mother with the cock stiff?...
I put my member well placed in the briefs and turned halfway around. I looked at my mother, from behind. I wasn't even touching her yet, I waited to see what happened, my heart started beating in time with a palpitation that was accelerating my breathing.
Little by little, I moved my waist towards my mother, waiting to touch her body with my package, but it didn't touch anything. It was farther away than I thought. I moved a little more and nothing, neither did I.
I kept moving very slowly, with great care. The last thing I wanted was for my mother to wake up and embarrass me right there. For a while, I didn't move, I thought about leaving it, turning around and trying to fall asleep again.
Come on... one last try. But when I was going to move my waist forward, mom moved, at first I thought she was moving away from me, but it turned out to be the opposite. I felt her ass sticking to my package, almost giving me a heart attack right there. My mother's butt placed itself almost on top of mine, I didn't move. I felt her warm butt against my cock.
So little by little, I started moving and placed my package just where I thought it would be the dividing line between her glutes, in the separation of her buttocks. I placed my briefs with a hard-on over her white panties.
To be honest, I don't know what I expected from that, I suppose I was excited enough to be able to masturbate, because I was there without knowing what to do. Should I move and rub against my mother? And why? I never thought about fucking my mother. One thing were fantasies and another very different the reality. And even if my mother had touched my cock a little earlier, it wasn't in my plans or desires, to fuck her.
So I pushed my cock against my mother, doing it for excitement, simply. As if I was masturbating and fantasizing with her. I pushed again, feeling the pressure of her butt, pressing my package against her. Always could say I was dreaming. So I braved myself and pushed again, rubbing against her slowly. For a few moments I thought my cock would burst out of my underwear from the friction it was making against my mother's bum.
I doubted she wouldn't notice, she'd have to feel it if not. In those moments I felt my mother's response, her bum lifted up against me and rubbed gently against my package. I was hallucinating, it couldn't be. Again my mother's bum stuck to mine and moved carelessly upwards and then downwards.
All the friction took its toll on my cock, which was nestled between her buttocks. What if my mother was dreaming? Was she doing it on purpose? We were in absolute silence, my breathing already starting to quicken, then I responded to my mother with another rub against her bum. This time I rubbed with full consciousness, making myself hurt as I pushed my cock trapped in the underwear against another piece of fabric, her panties. My glans was taking intense bestial frictions, I thought about pulling it out to at least free the glans, but I was afraid of coming on my mother's bum or leaving some residue behind.
I was too excited to wait for what came next. My mother's bum started rubbing against me again, her bum went up and down, I felt the separation of her buttocks from my cock even inside the underwear. I felt like my cock was fitting snugly between her glutes, positioning itself to withstand the friction. My mother rubbed with force and then rubbed again, this time towards the sides.
At that moment I also pushed and felt a sense of crushing against my mother, her bum stayed firmly attached to my package, squeezing it. I couldn't hold on anymore and at that moment I felt the bubbles of my semen, I was coming inside the underwear like a teenager. My cock pulsed over my mother's bum as I unloaded a load that had been building up for a long time. Wanting to leave.
I stayed quiet, didn't move, didn't make a sound. That feeling of having my mother's butt so stuck to mine was nice. I was coming without touching myself, without moving.
When I finished cumming, my mother separated from me, her butt went down, leaving my package free. Mom moved a little and got away from me more. I turned over and stayed on my back. I couldn't believe what had happened. I didn't get up to go to the bathroom or change. I stayed on my back breathing peacefully. Trying to sleep something.
I got up before my mother, with hardly any sleep, and went to the shower. I needed to wash myself urgently so that when my mother woke up. Mom was still asleep in bed. With the light from the bathroom I saw reality. My cock was another. My mother had made me a mini operation of phimosis. The pull to see it more tense had separated, even more, the glans from the rest of the shaft. The pinch I felt on the cap was something my mother took off. I don't know what... but something took it off. I had a bigger and fatter cock, it hung longer, and the glans was much thicker and longer. I threw my underwear into that small trash can in all hotel bathrooms. It was half-dry from semen.
I showered with cold water, needed to wake up, needed to get rid of the fog covering my eyes and mind. I washed my cock with care and put it up straight. I didn't have to make much effort, it had been stiff all night. Now with the white light from the bathroom I could see the enormous cock my mother had given me. It's big, was the only word that came to my head. I heard my mother calling me from the other side of the bathroom door.
I got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist. My mother was sitting on the bed.
Good morning, dear... - she said smiling, taking off her nightgown.
Good morning, mom... - I said - ... you know something, mom... ... that I'm a new man... you've made me... made a new man... look - I said while taking off my towel and showing him my member.
One night I discovered that my mother was masturbating. I saw her from the hallway, hidden, with my heart about to jump out of my chest. I caught my mother masturbating on the living room sofa while watching TV. She never saw me, although later I knew she suspected it, but for me, since that day, everything changed. My life changed.
Seeing your mother in full orgasm can change your life. Since then, I see my mother differently, from that night I saw her as a woman, sexual, desired and partly needed sex.
I was only 15 years old and thought that masturbation was related to being single, and that married men or women no longer masturbated. Of course, I was wrong. That's why it shocked me so much to see my mother put her hand between her legs to relieve herself. And it wasn't just once, I saw it several times.
I'll repeat that later I found out from her herself that she suspected I was spying on her. She made sure the doors of my sister's and my bedrooms were closed. I remember how I looked at the hallway when she was about to masturbate, but I looked at a dark hallway. And in that darkness I was with my heart racing and my cock about to explode.
That shook me up. It made me grow and mature suddenly. That first night I listened literally to the beats of my heart. I was excited and scared, I wanted to see more. When my mother reached orgasm and separated her legs to then quickly bring them together again, it almost gave me a heart attack. She joined her legs and left her hand inside, on her sex. I'll never forget the image of her bare thighs moving between shadows, the dark living room lit by the light from TV was an image that has been accompanying me throughout my life.
It excited me immensely, but I also repudiated it. I felt guilty for spying on her and having those desires. It was a duality that went to extremes. There were days when I would kill myself with pleasure thinking about my mother and there were others when I didn't want to get near her, there was brutal rejection. Poor mom, she wasn't responsible for anything. It was me who didn't have it clear. Guilt and desire shared the days of my adolescence.
I've always been attracted to tall women with large breasts, freckles, a long nose, dark hair, and short hair. Coincidentally, that's how my mother has been since always, at 39 years old and still having the same physical appearance. Carmen, my mother, is very attractive and beautiful.
I had a girlfriend with red hair and long hair, small breasts, and much shorter than me. Everything was the opposite of my mother. I suppose I'm attracted to women who resemble my mother unconsciously, but consciously there's a certain rejection of that preference because they resemble my mother. It's an internal struggle, one I'm not aware of, but it exists.
Although I took my time finishing with my girlfriend, I always knew she wasn't the woman of my life. There were many times when I imagined my mother was with me in bed to maintain a good erection and be able to fuck moderately well. After that, there would be regrets for thinking like that.
That's why since I've been having sexual relations with my mother, I've read everything that has fallen into my hands about incest, the Oedipus complex, and filial love, especially on the internet. I've accepted my preferences with that type of woman and their effects on me, especially at a sexual level, because I'm aware and conscious of all the effects my mother has on me. As my mother says, I am flesh of her flesh, and I've left the hotel room. There must be some attraction.
Now that I know myself, there's no rejection anymore, quite the opposite. I admit it and I'm looking for it. And most of all, I like it.
Our story started two years ago, in 2018. We went on a trip to Madrid. We had been planning that trip for a long time. It had gotten stuck in our heads to go to Madrid alone and finally we were going to do it. There wasn't any special reason for it, but my mother really wanted to see the Prado Museum and my father wasn't very fond of museums or long walks, so we always said we would go together. I had traveled solo a few times before, to different parts of the world, and I suppose my mother felt safer traveling with me.
I have to admit that I had fantasized about my mother and that trip to Madrid, some masturbation had fallen thinking about her, but I always took it for what it was, a fantasy, an easy way to masturbate. Guilt would take over me as soon as I came, but that idea of maternal incest was inside me, I couldn't get rid of it.
We booked a hotel in the center and we would be there for a week, visiting the city. When making the reservation online they gave us a suite room with a double bed. Both my mother and I didn't care about it. We even made jokes with my father that we could pass as newlyweds since my mother takes care of herself very well. My mother is characterized by having a great sense of humor and being very optimistic. She's always laughing and that attitude makes her look much younger than she is.
We arrived in Madrid in the afternoon, after a trip from Barcelona on the Ave train. We live in the city but my parents are from Andalusia. We headed to the hotel and first we put our bags away and gave ourselves a shower before going out for dinner.
My mother has always been a woman who hasn't hidden from me or my brothers, she's shown herself As I walked around the house in my underwear without any modesty. I had seen her large breasts countless times and we had seen them as something normal. But I didn't live at my parents' house anymore, I had moved out to live alone a few years ago, and it had been 5 years since I lived alone. So I wasn't surprised that my mother showed herself just as naturally as always. She undressed and stayed in her underwear to later go into the bathroom. By the way, she was wearing typical underwear like my mother's - high ones that covered everything.
After the shower we went out to eat around the hotel and returned to the hotel to rest.
What side do you prefer? my mother said while taking off her clothes, pointing to the bed.
Either one is fine, mom... choose whichever one you like, I said while staying in my slip-like underwear.
My mother stayed in her underwear, just like my mother's style, white and high ones that cover everything, but marking a dark pubis tightly pressed against the underwear. She put on a white nightgown with straps that barely covered her enormous breasts, semi-transparent and long.
I stayed in my slip-like underwear as it was hot in the room. Mom settled into the left side of the bed and I into the right. We were half-sitting and lying on the folded pillows, watching TV channels pass by, my mother quickly took control of the remote control. The only light in the room came from the TV.
We stumbled upon a channel featuring a famous actress who had undergone breast augmentation surgery.
Look at this... she's had her breasts operated on... they're so round, my mother said.
A bit too exaggerated, don't you think? Those breasts look like balloons... I said.
But if she can't even grab them because they're so tight... they're very round, aren't they? my mother said.
If mom... I don't like those breasts... I'm more normal and fallen breast - I said I
-La Ana had them up... - my mother affirmed referring to my ex-girlfriend.
-If... but they were small, she had them up but they weren't very big, they were little ones-
-Si... but they were small, she had them up but they weren't very big, they were little ones-
-You like them like this... like mine- mom said while laughing and grabbing her left breast and moving it as if calculating its weight from top to bottom.
-Well... mom... you have beautiful breasts-
-Vaya... and natural, here there's no padding... and well, you liked it when I was little-
-Well imagine if I liked it... I've been raised with them... like not to like them... if I owe my life to those breasts ... mom... those breasts are sacred - I said with a tone of joke, while looking at them in that dark illuminated by the TV.
-Vaya with my Jake... who's praising his mother's breasts... hahahaha... well, maybe it won't be... if you want to fuck you teta- my mother said laughing.
-Could you give me breast?- I said.
-I ??? ... of course... and you? Could you take a breast?- my mother said very amused between laughs.
-Naturally... - I said to my mother.
-Uuuhhh... well, come on... let's see...-
My mother pulled out her enormous right breast from the nightgown and gathered the areola, with a pink nipple and several small protuberances that adorned it around.
Between laughs, my mother told me – come here ... here you have teta -
Not short or lazy I approached the maternal nipple and put it in my mouth, surrounded it with my lips and felt it grow inside my mouth, felt like it was hardening. My mother let out a hiss and arched her back, which made it move completely, held her breast with more determination and pushed it further into my mouth, which I took advantage of to lick and suck with more enthusiasm and fervor.
-Chiquilloooo... hahahaha- my mother laughed while I sucked my mother's nipple with genuine frenzy. I was absorbed in it, taking my mother's laughter as a invitation to leave my condition as a son and man before those sacred breasts.
-Mother mine... Jake… uuuhhh… how are you leaving me the nipple- it was then when I started hitting it with my tongue, taking it with my lips and pulling on it, when I started exciting my mother. Mom would let out hisses and her breathing became more sonorous, she was breathing almost right above my head, and wouldn't stop moving, stretching and moving her legs.
The right nipple of my mother was unrecognizable. More big and hard, totally saliva-covered and shiny... I didn't remember sucking breasts like that never in my life.
My mother then pulled out the left breast, I had to sit up a bit and lean forward, embracing almost the entire body of Mom with my body. I passed an arm around her waist and this time grabbed the nipple, my hand caught onto my mother's hand, both hands held the areola with its nipple in the center. I licked, sucked and wet all of my mother's breast. I felt a hand on my head, on my neck, that was petting me. It wasn't pushing but encouraging me to keep doing it. I was totally excited, and without wanting to show off, I bent down to grab the left breast of my mother.
My mother didn't have any other choice but to see it, if I had leaned a little more on her, maybe she would have rubbed against her leg, but I felt too embarrassed.
-Sssshhhhh… Jakeee… uuuhhhh… son... you're going to make me lose my nipples... Mother mine, how are you leaving them...- my mother said to me while petting my hair with one hand and holding her breast with the other, in direct contact with mine.
-Does it hurt... have I hurt you?- I asked, separating from my mother's breasts. I realized that I had my mother's face very close, less than a palm away. That's why her accelerated breathing, hisses, small moans and slight body tremors were so evident. We were one on top of the other, practically.
-Noooo… you're not hurting me... but what a barbarity, Jake... I had such a strong desire for your breast, son-
-Mama... you have marvelous breasts, I'd spend hours like this-
-Noo... if it's not necessary to swear... already it's clear that you like my breasts now... and remember when you were little, you used to waste time...
I separated from the maternal breast and sat up on my side of the bed.
-Look... how you've left me with these nipples... uuuuhhhh... jajajajajaja... they look like spindles... and what a thorough examination you've given them ...
The areolas of my mother were inflamed, shining, and moist, with large erect nipples protruding, marking more than ever those rough protuberances that adorn the entire areola.
-To you too it seems to have gotten big... ehhh- said my mother pointing at me with her face my package, while she adjusted herself, half sitting and half lying down, on the folded pillow. My slip marked the entire contour of my erection. I had become hard while sucking my mother's breasts, and there was no need to say... except that I got excited, let it be said.
-I felt a lot of shame, and that shame made my erection go down and stop marking itself.
-I suppose my subconscious took it as a rebuke from my mother and my body took note immediately.
-Well, mom... it seems your breasts have put me in the mood... ... but it's already over... see? it's already going down and nothing happens-
I said, ashamed.
-Vaya... well, it hasn't been long since I last saw your gun... buuff... but time... ...
-Said my mother while putting her breasts into her camisole.
-Well, if you want to show it...
-I said in one of those moments when you don't think very well about what you say.
-Ahh... siiii ?? ... - released my mother with surprise – Uuuhhh... is my Jake going to show me the gun... let's see... let's see... - and saying this she sat up more on the pillow, turned on the nightstand light... - uufff... I'm not missing this... jajajajaja – laughed my mother.
-Without thinking twice, I lowered my slip and left it out
All my shaved cock. First, I put the rubber band from the slip belt under my balls and moved my hands away.
-Well look... here it is...- I said nervously. It wasn't hard at all, actually, it was small and shriveled, I suppose because of nerves, but when I heard my mother launch her characteristic Andalusian – Uuuuuhhhhh ... the gun of my Jake – my cock started to grow and rise in front of her.
-Chiquillooooo... Uuuuhhhh... it's getting big...- my mother shouted as my cock was hardening and rising before her eyes. My mother turned red, I noticed she was nervous and her voice was slightly broken.
– Mother mine... Jake... it's getting hard... and here in front of your...-
I didn't know what to tell her, I was hard and had it like few times it had been that hard. I pulled on the rubber band from the slip and ended up pulling it down to mid-thigh.
-Well if mom... it got big...- I said as a kind of apology, although I didn't know what to say, honestly.
-Vaya... and so big...- I noticed my mother swallowing saliva and asked me.
-And does it get like that with your mother?-
-I don't know mom... thinking you were showing it to me and you looking at it... it got like that.-
-Vaya with my Jake... vaya how it gets with his mother... - she said... ... what a barbarity... I can't believe it-
My cock was totally erect. My 19cm stood proudly before my mother's surprised eyes. I couldn't complain about cock. Never had, but that night it was like never before. And I was still proud. I ended up taking off my boxers and stretching out my legs with force, as if this way helped show off my erection better.
-Mom... this isn't a lie... it's true...- I said grabbing my penis by the base and pulling it down a bit, which made my cock stand even harder.
-No... no... you can see it's true... mother mine... how hard it must be...- my mother said.
-Well look... touch it yourself...
same... and you'll see how it's- I told her with a clearly victimized voice due to nervousness.
My mother leaned forward and with a red face and a broken voice of shame said...
...see... -and stretched out her right hand to touch my cock with her fingers. The first contact with her skin acted like a spring and my cock lifted up a little more – Uuuuhhhh … jajajaja- laughed my mother while feeling the shaft of the penis with her fingertips.
-Chiquillooo… well, it's hard if... -said my mother as she grabbed my cock with her fingers... - Oooohhhhh… Jake… hijoooo… how you get so hard… uuffff – then my mother went to the base of my cock and pulled down with force -… see... -I felt a tug on the whole shaft of my penis, a tug that was like a pinch at the base of the glans, making it become larger.
The edge of my glans almost doubled its size, converting it into an enormous seta with its edges bent upwards. My cock suffered a stretch, painful and pleasant at the same time.
-Ooohhh… mama !!- I said, scared and seeing how my cock had turned into something else.
My mother let out a scream – Uuuhhhh… chiquillo… what a barbarity… uuuhhhh Jakeeee… how you get so hard… what a barbarity -
I had never had my cock like that, not even in the most ardent moment.
It was exhibiting a large and long member, fat and hard, with thick veins marking the whole shaft. It was displayed totally straight, with a large and shiny glans, with expanded edges drawing a relief of a cap as I had never seen it before. I had an enormous cock.
I was experiencing something I had never felt before, a strange knot in my stomach due to nerves, and strong excitement, but a different kind of excitement from what I could feel with another woman.
Joder… I was getting excited in the most brutal way I had ever thought possible, and it was with my mother. With my mouth closed by nervousness, with a palpitation of excitement that I felt On my chest, and with a member that was pointing defiantly at the ceiling. -Mother of mine… son… what pistol has gotten into you… what a barbarity...- my mother wasn't letting go of my cock. Now she was holding it with all her hand - bbuufff … and it got even bigger when I touched it ...ehh??- -Mama… I never had one like that before… you're the one who makes me get one like that- -Uuuhhh… kidooo… jajajajaja… don't tell me… don't tell me that you make me get one like that- said my mother while squeezing my penis. -Well, let's see… - I replied. -Look at my Jake… what a surprise… how it gets so big… and hard… with his mother- my mom was saying, clearly affected by what was happening. -Mama… I don't know what you've done to me… but you've made it bigger than ever- I said while watching as my mom started doing a slow up-and-down motion with my cock. -Uuuhhh… jajajajajajaja… well, look at that… it seems you're making my Jake fat- said Mom. -But if you've pulled me off like that...- -Well, I wanted to make it tense and look… tense as it has become- -Damn mom… but if it's grown and all- -Well… jajajajaja… as if you said it… how it's gotten so big… well, what a pistol you have… Ana couldn't complain… she was so well served- my mom said in reference to my ex-girlfriend. -Mama… Ana never saw me like that before… come on… but not even for fun- -Ahhh nooo? … then neither did Ana make it like that for you?- my mom asked. -No, Mom, no… with Ana I got big, but not that big… - -Well… and that's because you've only seen my tits… what if you show me the ass… what?- said my mom, just realizing she was jerking me off. -Well, Mom, but if you make it like this with just a little tug… well, imagine- I said in a joking tone. -Well, Jake likes the titty… I didn't expect that… jajajajaja… - -Well, then, Mom… I didn't expect to get so hard either- -Well, with my Jake… jajajajaja… now You can brag about your pistol, son - my mother said to me as she leaned back towards the pillow.
I put on my underwear again and covered the package. My mother told me:
-Take care tonight, see if you think I'm some friend of yours and touch my ass-
-No mom... I perfectly know that you're not any friend of mine... - I replied - besides... mom... no friend of mine has ever done it to me like this...
-Jajajajaja... well... I'm your mother... see if you'll put your hand on me- my mom replied, as if she was giving up the matter.
She turned off the lamp and raised the TV volume. She looked flushed, nervous, didn't know what to say or do to go back to the moment before she sucked my tits.
It's my mother and I didn't want to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable, so I also tried to forget about it. Something totally impossible after what happened.
After a while, we prepared for bed. I didn't want to disturb my mother, so I got as far away from the edge of the bed as possible and couldn't sleep.
I couldn't sleep. I decided to wait a bit before masturbating, I couldn't fall asleep like that, with my mother's back to me and feeling the heat. So I waited, with wide eyes, waiting for a good while. My mother was moving on the bed and I prayed she wouldn't turn around, I didn't want to masturbate in front of her.
But it wasn't like that, quite the opposite. My mother stretched out and when she did, she got much closer to me. In fact, our bodies were almost touching, just a few centimeters apart. My mother was facing away from me, with her ass sticking up, and I was lying on my back with my cock hard, about to masturbate.
I waited some more.
I couldn't stop thinking about it, I was feeling my cock and it felt very big, what would my mother have done to make it like that? Many contradictory ideas came into my head, should I masturbate now? Should I wait? Should I give in? round and I put myself behind my mother with the cock stiff?...
I put my member well placed in the briefs and turned halfway around. I looked at my mother, from behind. I wasn't even touching her yet, I waited to see what happened, my heart started beating in time with a palpitation that was accelerating my breathing.
Little by little, I moved my waist towards my mother, waiting to touch her body with my package, but it didn't touch anything. It was farther away than I thought. I moved a little more and nothing, neither did I.
I kept moving very slowly, with great care. The last thing I wanted was for my mother to wake up and embarrass me right there. For a while, I didn't move, I thought about leaving it, turning around and trying to fall asleep again.
Come on... one last try. But when I was going to move my waist forward, mom moved, at first I thought she was moving away from me, but it turned out to be the opposite. I felt her ass sticking to my package, almost giving me a heart attack right there. My mother's butt placed itself almost on top of mine, I didn't move. I felt her warm butt against my cock.
So little by little, I started moving and placed my package just where I thought it would be the dividing line between her glutes, in the separation of her buttocks. I placed my briefs with a hard-on over her white panties.
To be honest, I don't know what I expected from that, I suppose I was excited enough to be able to masturbate, because I was there without knowing what to do. Should I move and rub against my mother? And why? I never thought about fucking my mother. One thing were fantasies and another very different the reality. And even if my mother had touched my cock a little earlier, it wasn't in my plans or desires, to fuck her.
So I pushed my cock against my mother, doing it for excitement, simply. As if I was masturbating and fantasizing with her. I pushed again, feeling the pressure of her butt, pressing my package against her. Always could say I was dreaming. So I braved myself and pushed again, rubbing against her slowly. For a few moments I thought my cock would burst out of my underwear from the friction it was making against my mother's bum.
I doubted she wouldn't notice, she'd have to feel it if not. In those moments I felt my mother's response, her bum lifted up against me and rubbed gently against my package. I was hallucinating, it couldn't be. Again my mother's bum stuck to mine and moved carelessly upwards and then downwards.
All the friction took its toll on my cock, which was nestled between her buttocks. What if my mother was dreaming? Was she doing it on purpose? We were in absolute silence, my breathing already starting to quicken, then I responded to my mother with another rub against her bum. This time I rubbed with full consciousness, making myself hurt as I pushed my cock trapped in the underwear against another piece of fabric, her panties. My glans was taking intense bestial frictions, I thought about pulling it out to at least free the glans, but I was afraid of coming on my mother's bum or leaving some residue behind.
I was too excited to wait for what came next. My mother's bum started rubbing against me again, her bum went up and down, I felt the separation of her buttocks from my cock even inside the underwear. I felt like my cock was fitting snugly between her glutes, positioning itself to withstand the friction. My mother rubbed with force and then rubbed again, this time towards the sides.
At that moment I also pushed and felt a sense of crushing against my mother, her bum stayed firmly attached to my package, squeezing it. I couldn't hold on anymore and at that moment I felt the bubbles of my semen, I was coming inside the underwear like a teenager. My cock pulsed over my mother's bum as I unloaded a load that had been building up for a long time. Wanting to leave.
I stayed quiet, didn't move, didn't make a sound. That feeling of having my mother's butt so stuck to mine was nice. I was coming without touching myself, without moving.
When I finished cumming, my mother separated from me, her butt went down, leaving my package free. Mom moved a little and got away from me more. I turned over and stayed on my back. I couldn't believe what had happened. I didn't get up to go to the bathroom or change. I stayed on my back breathing peacefully. Trying to sleep something.
I got up before my mother, with hardly any sleep, and went to the shower. I needed to wash myself urgently so that when my mother woke up. Mom was still asleep in bed. With the light from the bathroom I saw reality. My cock was another. My mother had made me a mini operation of phimosis. The pull to see it more tense had separated, even more, the glans from the rest of the shaft. The pinch I felt on the cap was something my mother took off. I don't know what... but something took it off. I had a bigger and fatter cock, it hung longer, and the glans was much thicker and longer. I threw my underwear into that small trash can in all hotel bathrooms. It was half-dry from semen.
I showered with cold water, needed to wake up, needed to get rid of the fog covering my eyes and mind. I washed my cock with care and put it up straight. I didn't have to make much effort, it had been stiff all night. Now with the white light from the bathroom I could see the enormous cock my mother had given me. It's big, was the only word that came to my head. I heard my mother calling me from the other side of the bathroom door.
I got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist. My mother was sitting on the bed.
Good morning, dear... - she said smiling, taking off her nightgown.
Good morning, mom... - I said - ... you know something, mom... ... that I'm a new man... you've made me... made a new man... look - I said while taking off my towel and showing him my member.
4 comentários - A Journey Full of Love with Mom Part 1
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