One time, when I was 19 years old, I went to take a bath and saw my mother's bra hanging from the shower curtain. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her bra hanging, but that day I was pretty hard up, grabbed it, and passed it through my cock until it got really hard. I thought of putting it on and bathing with my mother's bra on while I kept wanking myself. A little later, I ended up filling the bra with cum. I took it out, washed it, and hung it back up.
During the day, I felt guilty about something, so I decided to mention it to my psychiatrist when I went to see her that week. When I asked if I could tell her something sexual that had happened to me, she said yes, so I started telling her. As I was remembering and recounting, I started getting hard again and told her too, asking what I could do because while I was masturbating, I had imagined my mother wearing that corset. She told me that fantasies during masturbation were normal, but it was my mother and she already had a partner, which was my father, I had my girlfriend, and I didn't know what to make of morality and society. She told me to stop thinking about my mother while masturbating and not use or dirty her intimate clothes. Obviously, I didn't stop doing it and soon stopped going to that psychiatrist. As the fantasy kept haunting my head but knew it was very complicated to realize, I decided to look for a mature escort. I found several similar to my mother physically, so I started calling them and asking if they got turned on by my fantasy. And with the one who had the best vibe, we arranged to meet that night. I arrived at the building, rang the doorbell, and she came down to open it for me. When we entered the apartment, Bety told me to sit down and offered me something to drink. I said I'd have what she was having. She brought a wine and two glasses, poured some, we toasted, and started chatting. At a certain point, we got to the reason for my visit and she told me to tell her everything, even about the psychiatrist. She said we could do something similar to what happened during that first masturbation with my mother's corset. She gave me a towel and made me go into the bathroom. I got naked and got in the shower. There was a corset hung from the faucet, I remembered that first masturbation and started doing the same thing. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, it was Bety who said: Son!!! What are you doing with my corset on and masturbating? - I was so surprised that I became mute. She came closer And she ordered me to take off my underwear. I obeyed and gave it to her. She let it fall and slapped me, grabbed my hair, and pulled me out of the bathtub, took me to the bedroom, threw me on the bed, and said: 'That thing you were doing is disgusting. I'm your mother!!! And you're using my underwear. I understand that you have your hormones raging, but you can't do that with my clothes.' And she went on: 'You don't have sex with your girlfriend? Look, you still have the cock standing.' It was true, I was still hard, all that situation had gotten me really turned on.
Bety: Of course, that slut of a girlfriend of yours is cheating on you but doesn't care about you.
Me: No, she's a virgin.
Bety: What, is she going to be a virgin? I saw her leaving an hotel with a guy over 30, I didn't tell you because I didn't want to make you suffer, but besides being your mother, you're disgusting and you jerk off in my clothes. Are you homosexual using my clothes?
Me: No, I saw your underwear, I imagined it was yours and got turned on.
Bety: Did you really get turned on with me? But besides being my mother, I'm much older than you, you have to screw girls of your age.
Me: But I get turned on, I like you a lot, I want to see you naked.
Bety: You're crazy. I'm already old and don't have a hot body. Look!!
She took off her dress, she was in bra and with a white panty that was transparent. I said: Yes mom, I love your breasts and it warms me up to see you like this. Look how I have a hard-on for you. She took off the panty, came closer to the bed, got into bed next to me, kissed me and said: It also warms me up that huge cock.
During the day, I felt guilty about something, so I decided to mention it to my psychiatrist when I went to see her that week. When I asked if I could tell her something sexual that had happened to me, she said yes, so I started telling her. As I was remembering and recounting, I started getting hard again and told her too, asking what I could do because while I was masturbating, I had imagined my mother wearing that corset. She told me that fantasies during masturbation were normal, but it was my mother and she already had a partner, which was my father, I had my girlfriend, and I didn't know what to make of morality and society. She told me to stop thinking about my mother while masturbating and not use or dirty her intimate clothes. Obviously, I didn't stop doing it and soon stopped going to that psychiatrist. As the fantasy kept haunting my head but knew it was very complicated to realize, I decided to look for a mature escort. I found several similar to my mother physically, so I started calling them and asking if they got turned on by my fantasy. And with the one who had the best vibe, we arranged to meet that night. I arrived at the building, rang the doorbell, and she came down to open it for me. When we entered the apartment, Bety told me to sit down and offered me something to drink. I said I'd have what she was having. She brought a wine and two glasses, poured some, we toasted, and started chatting. At a certain point, we got to the reason for my visit and she told me to tell her everything, even about the psychiatrist. She said we could do something similar to what happened during that first masturbation with my mother's corset. She gave me a towel and made me go into the bathroom. I got naked and got in the shower. There was a corset hung from the faucet, I remembered that first masturbation and started doing the same thing. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, it was Bety who said: Son!!! What are you doing with my corset on and masturbating? - I was so surprised that I became mute. She came closer And she ordered me to take off my underwear. I obeyed and gave it to her. She let it fall and slapped me, grabbed my hair, and pulled me out of the bathtub, took me to the bedroom, threw me on the bed, and said: 'That thing you were doing is disgusting. I'm your mother!!! And you're using my underwear. I understand that you have your hormones raging, but you can't do that with my clothes.' And she went on: 'You don't have sex with your girlfriend? Look, you still have the cock standing.' It was true, I was still hard, all that situation had gotten me really turned on.Bety: Of course, that slut of a girlfriend of yours is cheating on you but doesn't care about you.
Me: No, she's a virgin.
Bety: What, is she going to be a virgin? I saw her leaving an hotel with a guy over 30, I didn't tell you because I didn't want to make you suffer, but besides being your mother, you're disgusting and you jerk off in my clothes. Are you homosexual using my clothes?
Me: No, I saw your underwear, I imagined it was yours and got turned on.
Bety: Did you really get turned on with me? But besides being my mother, I'm much older than you, you have to screw girls of your age.
Me: But I get turned on, I like you a lot, I want to see you naked.
Bety: You're crazy. I'm already old and don't have a hot body. Look!!
She took off her dress, she was in bra and with a white panty that was transparent. I said: Yes mom, I love your breasts and it warms me up to see you like this. Look how I have a hard-on for you. She took off the panty, came closer to the bed, got into bed next to me, kissed me and said: It also warms me up that huge cock.
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