The story I'm about to tell occurred during the state of alarm declared by the government in March 2020 due to the sanitary alert caused by the coronavirus.
Before anything, I'll introduce myself. My name is Rafa, I'm 35 years old and live in Castellón de la Plana. For a few months now, I've been living with my mother since I lost my job and the economic difficulties I'm going through make it impossible for me to pay rent. So, I was forced to move back home. My mother has been living alone for some time and is delighted to have me back at her side to keep her company.
Since the state of alarm began, we've handled confinement very well. We've organized ourselves perfectly to do shopping, cook, clean the house, and have plenty of free time, which I dedicated to reading, watching movies, exercising, etc... What was worst for me was the issue of sexual abstinence, despite occasionally retreating to my room and dedicating myself to masturbation to relieve the accumulated sexual tension. And I say accumulated sexual tension because one is not made of stone, and my mother, who had been living alone for years, would constantly walk around the house at all hours in quite revealing clothing, almost naked.
The truth is that I never looked at my mother with any eyes other than those of a son towards his mother, although I must admit that maternal filial relationships produce much excitement and morbo in me. However, I have always considered this to be just a fantasy, which I've used on numerous occasions for my manual work but never thinking about my mother.
As I said, my mother would walk around the house quite freely. There were days when she only wore underwear and a T-shirt, other days she'd stay in her underwear and a bathrobe that was quite short, and other days she'd get out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her without any innerwear and stay like that all day. Circumstances were not passing unnoticed for me and I was slowly starting to realize that by afternoons in my room I would get hard and those images of my mother that I had seen during the day would keep running through my head. Things were escalating until I started fantasizing about my mother entering my room, giving me a blow job or taking out her huge breasts and making me come with a yummy Cuban until my cock exploded and filled her face with hot and thick semen.
My mother is a 55-year-old woman who takes care of herself magnificently. She's a brunette with long and wavy hair, has generous breasts, wide hips, narrow waist, firm legs and ass. Well, she's a good woman. The only problem is that she's my mother and this barrier makes it so that only others can screw her, I have to be content with fantasizing during my onanistic moments, which already seems too far gone. Sometimes I feel bad about having those dirty and lustful thoughts with my mother as the star.
As the weeks went by in confinement, my routine started turning into not missing a detail of my mother when she cooked, cleaned, being attentive to when she bent down and could see more than usual, or climbed onto a chair to get something from the closet and I could enjoy fabulous views, always with great discretion and caution. Then, during siesta time, I would watch her sleep on the sofa, half-naked. Sometimes I'd approach her and could feel her warmth and look at all of her fine skin as close as possible. I'd put my hand near her legs and ass and get extremely excited. She was sleeping. Later, I'd go to my room, leave the door open, hoping she would come in, and lie down on the bed to masturbate. I have to admit that those were the best orgasms of my life.
One afternoon, I was reading in the living room and my mother had been vacuuming the whole house. It's not worth mentioning... I advanced not a single page of the book I was reading. It was impossible to concentrate, and it wasn't because of the vacuum cleaner noise, that was the least of it, but because seeing my mother pass by in her underwear and a fairly short T-shirt without a bra bending down to pick up the hairs from around the house was much more motivating than continuing with the novel I had in my hands, which wasn't bad. My cock had become as hard as steel. With the book, I tried to hide the erection since it was quite evident. After finishing with the vacuum cleaner, my mother went to take a shower. I started hearing the sound of the bathroom faucet and couldn't help but imagine my mother naked under the warm water, caressing her body with her soapy hands. A crazy thought passed through my head and when I realized it, I was already walking towards the bathroom. I saw the door slightly open, I peeked in carefully and through the mirror could see exactly what I had imagined. My mother was washing her body deliciously. It wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother naked, but it was the first time I'd seen her naked at the same time as having a hard cock between my hands. I was stroking my cock smoothly, savoring each stroke, while enjoying the show. I was calm because through the mirror I could see that my mother had her eyes closed, probably to avoid getting soap in them, and I decided to get closer to see her directly, without needing a mirror. I opened the door a bit more and peeked in carefully, holding onto my erect penis. And there I was, wanking myself while observing the wonderful body of my mother covered in foam, both she and I sharing the steam that filled the room. I was wanking harder and harder and I had enormous urges to get into the shower with my mother and tell her to finish wanking me off with her tits. How would she react? I thought it was crazy, this couldn't be. A small thread Saved the situation with my sanity. I kept on masturbating each time faster, focused my gaze on those magnificent tits and came in a sublime manner trying not to make too much noise. I carefully got out of the bathroom with my hands full of soap and crossed my fingers hoping my mother wouldn't have noticed what had just happened. I had just had the best masturbation of my life until then. ¡God, blessed confinement!
Another evening, we were both in the living room. We had put a movie on and I was doing some exercise on the stationary bike while my mother watched the movie lying down on the sofa. She had fallen half asleep and I was more focused on looking at her lying on the sofa than on watching the movie. I left the bike and sat down to do some sit-ups on the carpet in front of the sofa where she was sleeping. Every time I leaned back, I could peek under my mother and the views were marvelous. I soon realized she hadn't put on underwear that day, and quickly my cock reacted by getting hard as a rock. I lost count of the sit-ups I did, but I enjoyed each one immensely. After cumming, I went to take a shower. She was sleeping. I got in the shower leaving the bathroom door slightly open, fantasizing as always about my mother coming and eating me whole. While I was showering, I couldn't stop thinking about my mother lying on the sofa without underwear and started wiggling my cock, soaping it with both hands. How curious, a few days ago it was my mother who was washing herself in the shower and I was watching from outside masturbating, and now it was me under the water, but she wasn't there. I searched for the mirror to see the spot where I had masturbated the other day observing my mother, when I thought I saw a shadow pass by the hallway. It couldn't be, my mother was sleeping deeply on the sofa and hadn't heard any noise that would make me think she had gotten up. I followed the ducha and my masturbation, looking sideways at the mirror to keep an eye on it. At a given moment, the shadow returned but this time it stayed by the door. The clarity that had entered from outside the bathroom through the gap had disappeared. I doubted for a few seconds but thought I wasn't doing anything wrong, masturbating is something natural, and continued to rub it until the end, ejaculating in a portentous way against the shower wall and emitting some discreet gasps. Then the shadow disappeared. I was perplexed, had my mother been spying on me while I showered and jerked off under the water? Just thinking about it made me horny, but surely there must be another more rational explanation for what had just happened. I dried myself, got dressed, and went to my room. As I passed by the living room door, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa watching a movie.
That night, during dinner, the atmosphere was not the same as on other occasions. Both of us were seated at the table in the living room eating a sandwich and salad and watching TV, in silence, lost in our own thoughts, as if sensing that something strange was going on. We barely spoke and when we did it was about trivial things, some silly comment about the insipid program being broadcast at that hour on TV. After dinner, my mother said she felt tired and went to bed. She gave me a goodnight kiss and went to her room. I stayed watching TV for a bit longer, but what I was really doing was spinning my head around all that had happened in the last few days. It excited me a lot to remember everything that had occurred and at the same time I felt bad about having those thoughts of my mother, fantasizing about her, imagining her screwing me like crazy and offering her tits for me to run over them. That wasn't right, but I couldn't help it and it made me very hot with my thoughts. I tried to do a effort to get all those craziness out of my head and I went to bed. I saw light in my mother's room through the slightly open door. I walked past it and entered my room, closed the door, and got into bed. For almost two hours, I turned and turned trying to fall asleep, but it was impossible. I couldn't get those dirty and exciting thoughts out of my head. Everything that went through my mind translated into continuous erections of my penis, but I had decided to leave those ideas forever and had to be strong. It was 3 am and I was completely awake. I got up and went to the bathroom. It took me a while to pee because I had an erection like a horse, but I finally managed it, although the erection came back after urination. As I left the bathroom, I noticed that my mother's room still had light on. I approached silently and could see her lying in bed with her gaze and mind lost, unable to fall asleep. I went back to my room without making a sound. This time, I left the door slightly open and sat down in my desk chair, right in front of the door. This will be the last time, I told myself, and I took out my cock and started caressing it very slowly. I was going to make this the last masturbation that would make me think about my mother, this had to come to an end. I was completely naked sitting on the chair. The slightly open door, as always, fantasizing that my mother would come in and catch me jerking off. I was caressing it very slowly, enjoying this last incestuous masturbation. Suddenly, the shadow. Eternal seconds remained behind the door, that shadow. I didn't stop caressing it. Then the door opened slowly and my mother, a 55-year-old woman who gave me life, appeared in the dim light of the hallway and slowly entered my room. She was wearing a fine and short silk robe tied to her waist with a small cord. Barefoot, silent, extremely beautiful. She approached me without saying Nothing. When it was right in front of me, the cloak opened up, allowing me to see her nakedness since she wasn't wearing underwear. Her breasts were timidly peeking out through her neckline. By then I had released my penis. I couldn't believe what was happening, but my enormous cock did, remaining erect like a masthead before the storm. My mother knelt down in front of me, looking at me with her eyes, opened up the cloak, took those huge tits with her hands and placed them on either side of my cock. She started rubbing them up and down with a sweet, warm, and soft cadence that my penis appreciated by getting harder if possible. I was staring at her eyes, and she at mine. And her tits on my cock. I don't know how long she kept rubbing me, I was in another dimension and lost all sense of space-time. My cock was dripping and lubricating those two marvelous breasts with smooth skin and hard nipples that felt like they were piercing my legs. After a good while, my mother got up. I hadn't come, but I was about to explode. My penis was trembling with excitement. My mother turned around and headed towards the door without saying anything. I thought thank you mom, both of us know this hasn't been right, but it'll stay between us. Now, I'm going to make myself cum from this masturbation you've given me and tomorrow will be another day and everything will have been left behind. My mother reached the door, hesitated for a few seconds and then, to my total confusion, closed it and turned around. She walked back towards me slowly, timidly, uncertainly. She dropped the cloak on the floor and completely naked knelt down on the bed. Then she whispered between her breaths the three words I had dreamed of so long and now heard coming out of her mouth: Fóllame, hijo mío. I couldn't believe what was happening. But instinctively I got up, approached her, grabbed my dripping cock with my trembling hand and brought it very slowly to the entrance of her vagina. She was offering me her depilated, wet pussy at four paws in front of me. Hot. I wanted to come already, but I had to hold on, I was just two centimeters away from fucking my mother and yes, I wanted to do it. I felt the contact with her wet pussy skin and pushed softly. Slowly I lost sight of my cock as it opened up in that warm cave that was Mom's pussy. As I entered, I could hear Mom's constant and muffled moaning. I remained silent, joyful, excited. I put it all in and we stayed like that for a few seconds. Time stopped. I wanted to come already. I couldn't move or I would come. I caressed her thighs, firm buttocks, stretched my arms to reach those impressive tits, noticed her hard nipples. My cock was quiet inside, feeling the contractions of her vagina, driving me crazy. I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to tell Mom. Finally, I could say the words I never thought I'd say: 'Mom, I want to come inside you.' Mom turned slightly towards me and replied: 'Fuck me, son, and come hard inside Mom.' Then I started a firm and decided thrust, making huge efforts to hold on as long as possible. Mom's moans were already loud, she was letting herself go. We both sweated, naked, stuck together, united by our genitals, mother and son, fucking like two teenagers alone in the middle of the night. The friction of my penis in her vagina was getting more and more wet, more delicious. And I couldn't take it anymore. And I came. And filled Mom's vagina with my semen, amidst spasms of pleasure for both of us, and screams, whispers, hugs, and tongues that merged. And so we stayed, asleep, with my penis trapped between her legs, melted.
Before anything, I'll introduce myself. My name is Rafa, I'm 35 years old and live in Castellón de la Plana. For a few months now, I've been living with my mother since I lost my job and the economic difficulties I'm going through make it impossible for me to pay rent. So, I was forced to move back home. My mother has been living alone for some time and is delighted to have me back at her side to keep her company.
Since the state of alarm began, we've handled confinement very well. We've organized ourselves perfectly to do shopping, cook, clean the house, and have plenty of free time, which I dedicated to reading, watching movies, exercising, etc... What was worst for me was the issue of sexual abstinence, despite occasionally retreating to my room and dedicating myself to masturbation to relieve the accumulated sexual tension. And I say accumulated sexual tension because one is not made of stone, and my mother, who had been living alone for years, would constantly walk around the house at all hours in quite revealing clothing, almost naked.
The truth is that I never looked at my mother with any eyes other than those of a son towards his mother, although I must admit that maternal filial relationships produce much excitement and morbo in me. However, I have always considered this to be just a fantasy, which I've used on numerous occasions for my manual work but never thinking about my mother.
As I said, my mother would walk around the house quite freely. There were days when she only wore underwear and a T-shirt, other days she'd stay in her underwear and a bathrobe that was quite short, and other days she'd get out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her without any innerwear and stay like that all day. Circumstances were not passing unnoticed for me and I was slowly starting to realize that by afternoons in my room I would get hard and those images of my mother that I had seen during the day would keep running through my head. Things were escalating until I started fantasizing about my mother entering my room, giving me a blow job or taking out her huge breasts and making me come with a yummy Cuban until my cock exploded and filled her face with hot and thick semen.
My mother is a 55-year-old woman who takes care of herself magnificently. She's a brunette with long and wavy hair, has generous breasts, wide hips, narrow waist, firm legs and ass. Well, she's a good woman. The only problem is that she's my mother and this barrier makes it so that only others can screw her, I have to be content with fantasizing during my onanistic moments, which already seems too far gone. Sometimes I feel bad about having those dirty and lustful thoughts with my mother as the star.
As the weeks went by in confinement, my routine started turning into not missing a detail of my mother when she cooked, cleaned, being attentive to when she bent down and could see more than usual, or climbed onto a chair to get something from the closet and I could enjoy fabulous views, always with great discretion and caution. Then, during siesta time, I would watch her sleep on the sofa, half-naked. Sometimes I'd approach her and could feel her warmth and look at all of her fine skin as close as possible. I'd put my hand near her legs and ass and get extremely excited. She was sleeping. Later, I'd go to my room, leave the door open, hoping she would come in, and lie down on the bed to masturbate. I have to admit that those were the best orgasms of my life.
One afternoon, I was reading in the living room and my mother had been vacuuming the whole house. It's not worth mentioning... I advanced not a single page of the book I was reading. It was impossible to concentrate, and it wasn't because of the vacuum cleaner noise, that was the least of it, but because seeing my mother pass by in her underwear and a fairly short T-shirt without a bra bending down to pick up the hairs from around the house was much more motivating than continuing with the novel I had in my hands, which wasn't bad. My cock had become as hard as steel. With the book, I tried to hide the erection since it was quite evident. After finishing with the vacuum cleaner, my mother went to take a shower. I started hearing the sound of the bathroom faucet and couldn't help but imagine my mother naked under the warm water, caressing her body with her soapy hands. A crazy thought passed through my head and when I realized it, I was already walking towards the bathroom. I saw the door slightly open, I peeked in carefully and through the mirror could see exactly what I had imagined. My mother was washing her body deliciously. It wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother naked, but it was the first time I'd seen her naked at the same time as having a hard cock between my hands. I was stroking my cock smoothly, savoring each stroke, while enjoying the show. I was calm because through the mirror I could see that my mother had her eyes closed, probably to avoid getting soap in them, and I decided to get closer to see her directly, without needing a mirror. I opened the door a bit more and peeked in carefully, holding onto my erect penis. And there I was, wanking myself while observing the wonderful body of my mother covered in foam, both she and I sharing the steam that filled the room. I was wanking harder and harder and I had enormous urges to get into the shower with my mother and tell her to finish wanking me off with her tits. How would she react? I thought it was crazy, this couldn't be. A small thread Saved the situation with my sanity. I kept on masturbating each time faster, focused my gaze on those magnificent tits and came in a sublime manner trying not to make too much noise. I carefully got out of the bathroom with my hands full of soap and crossed my fingers hoping my mother wouldn't have noticed what had just happened. I had just had the best masturbation of my life until then. ¡God, blessed confinement!
Another evening, we were both in the living room. We had put a movie on and I was doing some exercise on the stationary bike while my mother watched the movie lying down on the sofa. She had fallen half asleep and I was more focused on looking at her lying on the sofa than on watching the movie. I left the bike and sat down to do some sit-ups on the carpet in front of the sofa where she was sleeping. Every time I leaned back, I could peek under my mother and the views were marvelous. I soon realized she hadn't put on underwear that day, and quickly my cock reacted by getting hard as a rock. I lost count of the sit-ups I did, but I enjoyed each one immensely. After cumming, I went to take a shower. She was sleeping. I got in the shower leaving the bathroom door slightly open, fantasizing as always about my mother coming and eating me whole. While I was showering, I couldn't stop thinking about my mother lying on the sofa without underwear and started wiggling my cock, soaping it with both hands. How curious, a few days ago it was my mother who was washing herself in the shower and I was watching from outside masturbating, and now it was me under the water, but she wasn't there. I searched for the mirror to see the spot where I had masturbated the other day observing my mother, when I thought I saw a shadow pass by the hallway. It couldn't be, my mother was sleeping deeply on the sofa and hadn't heard any noise that would make me think she had gotten up. I followed the ducha and my masturbation, looking sideways at the mirror to keep an eye on it. At a given moment, the shadow returned but this time it stayed by the door. The clarity that had entered from outside the bathroom through the gap had disappeared. I doubted for a few seconds but thought I wasn't doing anything wrong, masturbating is something natural, and continued to rub it until the end, ejaculating in a portentous way against the shower wall and emitting some discreet gasps. Then the shadow disappeared. I was perplexed, had my mother been spying on me while I showered and jerked off under the water? Just thinking about it made me horny, but surely there must be another more rational explanation for what had just happened. I dried myself, got dressed, and went to my room. As I passed by the living room door, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa watching a movie.
That night, during dinner, the atmosphere was not the same as on other occasions. Both of us were seated at the table in the living room eating a sandwich and salad and watching TV, in silence, lost in our own thoughts, as if sensing that something strange was going on. We barely spoke and when we did it was about trivial things, some silly comment about the insipid program being broadcast at that hour on TV. After dinner, my mother said she felt tired and went to bed. She gave me a goodnight kiss and went to her room. I stayed watching TV for a bit longer, but what I was really doing was spinning my head around all that had happened in the last few days. It excited me a lot to remember everything that had occurred and at the same time I felt bad about having those thoughts of my mother, fantasizing about her, imagining her screwing me like crazy and offering her tits for me to run over them. That wasn't right, but I couldn't help it and it made me very hot with my thoughts. I tried to do a effort to get all those craziness out of my head and I went to bed. I saw light in my mother's room through the slightly open door. I walked past it and entered my room, closed the door, and got into bed. For almost two hours, I turned and turned trying to fall asleep, but it was impossible. I couldn't get those dirty and exciting thoughts out of my head. Everything that went through my mind translated into continuous erections of my penis, but I had decided to leave those ideas forever and had to be strong. It was 3 am and I was completely awake. I got up and went to the bathroom. It took me a while to pee because I had an erection like a horse, but I finally managed it, although the erection came back after urination. As I left the bathroom, I noticed that my mother's room still had light on. I approached silently and could see her lying in bed with her gaze and mind lost, unable to fall asleep. I went back to my room without making a sound. This time, I left the door slightly open and sat down in my desk chair, right in front of the door. This will be the last time, I told myself, and I took out my cock and started caressing it very slowly. I was going to make this the last masturbation that would make me think about my mother, this had to come to an end. I was completely naked sitting on the chair. The slightly open door, as always, fantasizing that my mother would come in and catch me jerking off. I was caressing it very slowly, enjoying this last incestuous masturbation. Suddenly, the shadow. Eternal seconds remained behind the door, that shadow. I didn't stop caressing it. Then the door opened slowly and my mother, a 55-year-old woman who gave me life, appeared in the dim light of the hallway and slowly entered my room. She was wearing a fine and short silk robe tied to her waist with a small cord. Barefoot, silent, extremely beautiful. She approached me without saying Nothing. When it was right in front of me, the cloak opened up, allowing me to see her nakedness since she wasn't wearing underwear. Her breasts were timidly peeking out through her neckline. By then I had released my penis. I couldn't believe what was happening, but my enormous cock did, remaining erect like a masthead before the storm. My mother knelt down in front of me, looking at me with her eyes, opened up the cloak, took those huge tits with her hands and placed them on either side of my cock. She started rubbing them up and down with a sweet, warm, and soft cadence that my penis appreciated by getting harder if possible. I was staring at her eyes, and she at mine. And her tits on my cock. I don't know how long she kept rubbing me, I was in another dimension and lost all sense of space-time. My cock was dripping and lubricating those two marvelous breasts with smooth skin and hard nipples that felt like they were piercing my legs. After a good while, my mother got up. I hadn't come, but I was about to explode. My penis was trembling with excitement. My mother turned around and headed towards the door without saying anything. I thought thank you mom, both of us know this hasn't been right, but it'll stay between us. Now, I'm going to make myself cum from this masturbation you've given me and tomorrow will be another day and everything will have been left behind. My mother reached the door, hesitated for a few seconds and then, to my total confusion, closed it and turned around. She walked back towards me slowly, timidly, uncertainly. She dropped the cloak on the floor and completely naked knelt down on the bed. Then she whispered between her breaths the three words I had dreamed of so long and now heard coming out of her mouth: Fóllame, hijo mío. I couldn't believe what was happening. But instinctively I got up, approached her, grabbed my dripping cock with my trembling hand and brought it very slowly to the entrance of her vagina. She was offering me her depilated, wet pussy at four paws in front of me. Hot. I wanted to come already, but I had to hold on, I was just two centimeters away from fucking my mother and yes, I wanted to do it. I felt the contact with her wet pussy skin and pushed softly. Slowly I lost sight of my cock as it opened up in that warm cave that was Mom's pussy. As I entered, I could hear Mom's constant and muffled moaning. I remained silent, joyful, excited. I put it all in and we stayed like that for a few seconds. Time stopped. I wanted to come already. I couldn't move or I would come. I caressed her thighs, firm buttocks, stretched my arms to reach those impressive tits, noticed her hard nipples. My cock was quiet inside, feeling the contractions of her vagina, driving me crazy. I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to tell Mom. Finally, I could say the words I never thought I'd say: 'Mom, I want to come inside you.' Mom turned slightly towards me and replied: 'Fuck me, son, and come hard inside Mom.' Then I started a firm and decided thrust, making huge efforts to hold on as long as possible. Mom's moans were already loud, she was letting herself go. We both sweated, naked, stuck together, united by our genitals, mother and son, fucking like two teenagers alone in the middle of the night. The friction of my penis in her vagina was getting more and more wet, more delicious. And I couldn't take it anymore. And I came. And filled Mom's vagina with my semen, amidst spasms of pleasure for both of us, and screams, whispers, hugs, and tongues that merged. And so we stayed, asleep, with my penis trapped between her legs, melted.
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