10 YEARS LATER
A greeting to all readers who continue to follow this portal, what I will relate next is a very pleasant fact that relates to me, especially my mother and the circumstances in which it happened
I'm Luis and I'm 27 years old and my mother Laura is 47 years old. Mom is a woman who, at her age, keeps her physical appearance well, also her 1.65 complements her personal presence and, above all, her face that seems like a thirty-year-old's
The story of hers goes back to when she was 19 years old, the age at which she met the idiot of my father, who, despite being 11 years older, behaved worse than a newly in love teenager. Since I've had reason, I always observed how he affected her, lowered her morale, forbade her from going out with her friends, put a return schedule for her work and if she was late, it was making his jealous scenes, which surely had a lover who didn't care about his family and a bunch of unnecessary baggage that ended up stressing her and filling her with pain and impotence due to my father's behavior. The paradox is that my beloved dad always did what he wanted and couldn't have his wife complain to him because he was the man of the house and his word had to be law
I also remember and still admit, since I was a teenager, mom has always been my closest sexual attraction at home. She, as I repeat, was all about beauty, which I suppose the same Olympus, represented by its female deities, decided to bestow some of their gifts upon that mortal woman. Clear blonde hair, intense black eyes, perfect lazy hair, prominent breasts, well-worked legs, a waist that couldn't be envied by an international top model and especially that round bum, like a melon, ready to be savored in all its dimensions. Many times my friends told me they had jerked off multiple times thinking about my mother's figure and something better They imagined taking her to bed and enjoying that MILF. And I being her son and my natural human nature, couldn't help but be affected by those thoughts of others when it came to a woman.
Well, as I continue telling the story, my mother's life was a real hell alongside the idiot of my father, mom didn't know how much longer she could keep going until the moment arrived when things would get out of control. I observed an unexpected change in her behavior, since she started being late for work more often, doing discreet actions and preferring everything to be done secretly from her husband. Although I must tell you that Mom never stopped attending to me and giving me the affection I deserved (I'm their only child) it was on one of those many marital fights when Mom wanted to sleep next to me, I thought she did it to seek comfort or a friend's hand, but just as we were about to rest, her phone started vibrating and she got up like lightning to go to the bathroom and have a slow conversation. I was sleepy so I didn't manage to listen or get close enough to spy on her, I only remember that she returned very happy to bed and we slept each one at our own corner.
The next day, I didn't have classes at my school due to a last-minute maintenance, so when I went back home (I studied late shift), I decided to go wait for Mom at work and invite her to eat an ice cream as well, making the atmosphere at home a bit more relaxed. But when I arrived at the place, just 5 minutes before she was supposed to leave, I discovered that Mom was already at the corner of the workplace, so I was about to approach her but the traffic light was green and cars were going by, then I found out that a guy taller than her approached her, greeted her very affectionately, and seconds later they started walking.
I wanted that moment to scream, run and tell Mom what this means, but I took my hand to my mouth not to make myself noticed as being present. I followed them. approximately five blocks away, when they entered a KFC store, I stood in front of the corner and, luckily, they sat down at a table near the window where I could see what was happening.
It had been about thirty minutes and desperation was killing me. Was my old lady making a fool out of my idiot father? And if this was true, was what she doing, forgivable or not? I kept thinking while observing them eat, talk, make gestures to laugh, etc. I decided to get a bit closer when the guy started kissing her on the lips and she was responding to the kiss. I couldn't take it anymore and entered filled with rage, but I disguised it and ordered a chocolate ice cream after my order, then passed by the two of them, seeing that she put on a face as if she had seen a ghost when she realized my presence and managed to separate herself from her companion.
I left the store and walked away as fast as I could.
I arrived home around ten at night, and upon entering, mom was taking care of dad. When she noticed my arrival, she got nervous again. My father asked me where I was and I told him I was just around here, they served dinner but I said I had already eaten and locked myself in my room. Around midnight, mom knocked on my door and asked me what I wanted to know.
I replied: 'Nothing, mom.'
She said: 'Come on, Luis, you didn't see absolutely nothing?'
I said: 'Tranquil mom, I didn't see anything at all.'
She said: 'Of course you saw many things, don't pretend to be blind.'
I said: 'Listen Laura, what you do or don't do with your life doesn't interest me. Besides, I think you should tell dad what's going on if it really interests you still.'
Mom started crying at that moment, I'm not sure if it was from shame for being caught or because she didn't know how to keep up her usual routine now. Some days later the silence continued... We, I wasn't telling him anything and my father, would find out something that one night the two of them had a fight for their life, which ended with my mother packing her bags and leaving the house. My father filled with anger, came up to me to ask if I knew about his secret encounters, but I didn't respond and the next day I went to live with my grandmother, the truth is I didn't want to know anything about those two.
Three months after my mom separated from my dad, I found out she had gone to live with that guy I mentioned. Despite his pleas asking me to go live with him, saying his new partner accepted me living with them without getting involved in my life, I refused and cut ties with her for the next 10 years.
During those years, I can tell you what I did with my life. I lived with my grandmother until I was 18, then I dedicated myself to working, earning my own money honestly, studying a technical career, graduating, buying my personal belongings, and especially enjoying my singleness.
All these years, of course, without the presence of my parents.
Until one morning, while returning home from work, an unknown number called. I answered and recognized my mother's voice; she asked to see me urgently, saying she needed me more than ever. After giving her my address, I went to visit her.
Once I arrived at her house, she came out to greet me with a very worn-out face and fully dressed in black. Face-to-face, she hugged me as if I had come back from the dead after a war and began asking me how I was, what I had been doing all these years without responding to her calls or messages, etc. I gave some serious and somewhat evasive answers, despite everything, I felt very uncomfortable seeing her and think that, like any mother, she noticed my annoyance.
After the greetings, she told me that the guy she was living with had turned into her new ... husband, but who had passed away two weeks earlier due to a painful illness. I when I heard that tragedy, gave her the corresponding condolences.
It was already like 10 pm and I told her I would retire, but she begged me to stay and sleep with her, saying she felt very lonely in that house and especially wanted me to be by her side, to recover those 10 years we had been apart due to bad cohabitation with my father and his silent adventure with her late husband. I accepted staying for the night.
The next morning when I woke up, I found her had prepared breakfast and to top it off, it was one of my favorites: Café con leche Gloria, two French breads and tamale with onion relish. I thanked her for such a delicious meal and while we were having breakfast, she confessed that her late husband Arturo couldn't have children and that's why she remembered the time she asked me to live with them, it was because she wanted to show me he could be a good substitute father. For a moment, I cursed the day I behaved selfishly, but now it didn't matter.
After breakfast, I went to work, but she begged me to come back in the afternoon and even consider moving in with her. I hesitated, but looked deeply at my mother through her tearful eyes, which were begging me to come back to her side. The gesture of guilt overwhelmed me and I replied that I would accept living with her again. She gave me a hug and I went to work.
Days passed, slowly bringing my personal belongings, mom set up a room for me on the second floor, which I really liked. Laura told me that her late husband had always kept it ready, in case I ever decided to return to her and now she knew where I could have my intimacy. I hugged my mom and asked her forgiveness for my selfish absence during that time. She said there were no excuses, but rather she asked me Sorry for not being sincere from the beginning, but as I said before, the past is gone and can't be fixed, so let's just look to the future.
As I said, it was a very big house, so she could live alone, after getting to know the environments of the home, I started drawing up some new rules for myself, but others stayed. I remember that morning, after returning from work, she offered me a soda, but I said I'd rather go get some beers, which I did, then I offered her one, but she said no because it had been a while since she didn't drink because her late husband was Christian and for them, getting drunk was prohibited. When she finished talking, I said... 'Mom, if you were with my father, you really liked him!' - and she said... 'Well, son, but now I'm better off without drinking.'
First, I started drinking alone, but when I saw she wasn't looking away from me, then I insisted that I wanted her to join me, even just for a sip, until she finally accepted, but it seems abstinence hit her hard because she finished the beer quickly, I opened another one and she tried to refuse, but I kept insisting and she accepted again, so we stayed like that until we finished the six-pack and sat down to watch a movie. After the film ended, we started talking a bit.
It was already around 9 pm and we were still chatting when I asked... 'Hey mom, even though it's not relevant, why did you decide to cheat on my father?' - And she replied... 'Oh son, because he wasn't paying attention to me anymore, everything was arguments, shouts, and so I stopped loving him.'
And that man who died, how did you meet him? - And she said... 'I met him through a friend and we started getting to know each other, sometimes we'd go out alone, but especially he always treated me very well and for that reason I decided to have a romance, until you found out about it, then the rest is history.'
When mom told me that part of her life, I saw her face drawing a deep sadness, but there was one doubt that consumed me... and then it was the moment for her to clarify it, after all, better in pain from a single wound, than to make many separate ones.
_Mom, you told me that man was sterile why did you keep him?
_Son, there are many things you don't know but with time you'll understand them plus when I met Arturo he always told me about his fertility problem and that wasn't an obstacle for him to be a wonderful man with me attentive detailed and especially a good intimate companion we never had a night without enjoying each other alone he was all expert especially always ending satisfied sexually Oh my love if you only knew how much I miss him?
When mom told me about what she lived with her late husband I let out a slight HIP! I think the alcohol had a secondary effect on her so she'd tell me those hot things and already somewhat excited I said maybe he was so potent sexually that he left her satisfied she was already drunk and responded
_of course son he was an expert at it since we always reached orgasm together.
_That's when I saw myself looking at the surprise and excitement on her face she apologized saying she didn't want to say that and I replied don't worry we're in confidence.
The conversation continued suddenly I asked her what position she liked being penetrated more she blushed and responded saying we were getting out of control and I replied you're not obligated to tell me finally she commented that her favorite position was the missionary and that while being penetrated she enjoyed being kissed deeply on the mouth.
My imagination was flying thinking about the wonderful times when Laura was possessed by her late lover it was so hot that my penis started to harden above my pants a situation that she saw and said
_do you hear what you're doing?
_and I replied
_Sorry mom this conversation got me like that
_my penis was so stiff that it stood up. I put the urgent bathroom break and started masturbating thinking about how my mother would look with her legs open completely, when the bathroom door opened and I barely had time to cover my dick with my hands, Mom didn't know what to do, when I told her that since I started living with her, I had left my single life behind and like her, I had been abstaining for a month but I had to respect the place where we were living
My mother, looking somewhat downcast, went to the kitchen. I followed her until I saw her take a bottle of wine and a glass and pour herself a drink. The dizziness made some noise
Mom? I said
...hello...precious, she responded with a soft voice
What's going on? You have red eyes
Nothing, nothing, she replied, wiping away tears slightly
Why are you crying? Do you still miss my father?
Don't say that, silly boy
Then what?
I looked at her. Looking at her face was like traveling to paradise. The intoxication made her see me as a man trying to seduce her. I had always liked her. A few paragraphs earlier, I described her as a real MILF and cursed my father for not valuing her and the other one for making her very happy for years. I leaned back on the counter to avoid leaving. My eyes were dancing all over the kitchen. The chairs seemed to be dancing too; everything was moving around us
Hey! Mom! You're going to fall! I warned
My hands started covering her body
I feel a little dizzy
Yes, it shows, I said
I was standing in front of her, invading her personal space
You look all disheveled, Mom, but you still look beautiful, I said, running my hand through her hair
Thank you, son! You have no idea how much I've missed you these 10 years without seeing you
I know I don't have to justify the abandonment I caused, but I want you to understand that the jealousy of a child always invaded me, but now you're not alone, I'm here for you
She hugged me tightly. I responded to the hug, feeling like I was touching another body feminine like my mother's was like savoring ambrosia. Her good nutrition and, above all, being with a type that respected her, bore fruit. Her breast made me feel very protected and loved – that affection I didn't have due to my absence, and which mom gave me now in her moment of grief.
– What's going on, Mom? I asked.
– ...The truth...
She leaned in close and covered my neck with her rich lips.
I lifted my face to the ceiling and closed my eyes to feel her mouth.
– ...Luis...
– What, Mom?
– I don't know what I'm doing?
– That's what it seems... she replied with a sexy and seductive tone.
My hands mixed in her hair. I hugged her head. I enjoyed her kisses. I licked her neck very tasty.
– You smell very tasty, Mom!
My hands didn't leave her waist. She grabbed me tightly and lifted me to the bar, where I sat down. I spread her legs apart and pressed against her. Our faces were just five centimeters apart. I looked at her very sexy. We started kissing again
Our lips combined. Our saliva mixed between our mouths. I put my hands on her butt and moved closer to her.
– You have a tasty ass, Mom.
She laughed when she heard it and replied:
– Touch it, it's yours, my life.
– If you're my mom, just grab it and it stopped my dick. It was very hard.
Saying that excited her even more than she already was. I felt like her vagina was wet. She was wet. I could feel the moisture seeping through her underwear.
I unbuttoned the button and lowered the zipper, showing off her white panties.
– Come on, lift up a bit, I said
She lifted her butt, resting her hands on the bar. I pulled down her skirt, completely removing it.
My eyes traveled over her legs and focused on her white underwear. I opened her legs.
– God! You're very yummy, Mom, I said while she touched my hard dick
She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. She took off my polo shirt. Her bra was visible. I pulled it down with force, freeing... her rich breasts. Her nipples were standing out. I brought my mouth close and took one of her nipples into it. I pulled it gently. She was milking it gently. It felt like I was breastfeeding.
– Keep going, heart, suck me.
She released her breast and I licked it.
– Oh God, Mom! I wish you could come a little bit!
I covered her right breast with my hand and squeezed it as if I wanted to squeeze out some milk.
I felt rich having my hand, my fingers, enter her yummy vagina. I was caressing her slowly, making her excitement grow. I lowered my hand to the entrance of her anus and with my finger, I started penetrating the pants, into her anus.
– Ahhhhhhh Don't do that!
– Why, Mom? Relax
I was breathing slowly. I felt the pants inside her wet anus.
– Take it out, you'll stain my pants, my love.
– I don't think you're that dirty, Mom.
I withdrew my finger. She folded her underwear and rubbed her anus with that same finger.
– Aaahhh!!! Why do you like doing that?, she asks.
– Because you're yummy, Mom. You have a very appetizing ass.
– I feel very wet in the ass.
– That's tasty, Mom. I'd like to lick it.
Although the things I was saying to her were very perverse, she liked me to keep saying them and wanted me to do them.
Without saying anything, I slowly put my finger into her cave of lions.
– ¡¡Aaahhh, God!!
She felt my long finger all the way inside, something she didn't imagine I would do to her own offspring.
– What do you feel, Mom? Do you like it?
– ...I feel strange, but I enjoy it.
I was moving my finger in a circular motion inside her. I opened my legs completely so she could be more comfortable.
I started licking her nipples again, this time the left one.
– ¡¡Yes, that's tasty!!, says my beloved mother with each tongue lick I give her.
– ¡¡That's tasty is everything you do to me! Your ass is very deep, Mom.
I never imagined that my mother, after just a few drinks, would fall for my desires. Now it was the moment, which since adolescence I had dreamed of and kept hidden, before my desires. Scolded by my friends.
– Come mom, I'm going to put it in you.
Lowered her to a certain position so that she would give me her back.
I grabbed her ass and squeezed it. I gave her a yummy butt slap. I spat on one of my fingers and again on that delicious asshole.
– Aaahhhhhhhhhh!!! What's tasty!!!
– You like it, mom, that's why you were happy with Arturo.
He was quickly penetrating her ass with his finger. Her ass was very lubricated, both from her own water and my saliva. It felt tasty. She bent down. She opened her legs herself and licked that asshole, so juicy.
– Aaahhh!!! What's tasty! Eat my ass, precious, my love.
I slid my tongue over the entire area. I licked now her well-moistened vagina.
– Ready to be penetrated well tasty!
– Penetrate me, son, I really need it!
I took off desperately my pants and underwear. My salamandrapa was already hard, hot. I started rubbing it all over that pussy. I was very excited. Mom couldn't take it anymore and with one hand, she brought it to the entrance of her yummy vagina. With a tug, I put all my mast in the area where I saw the light.
– What's tasty you put it in!
– ¡¡¡What savory, momma!!! ¡¡¡You got it all in!!!
– ¡¡¡Yes, baby!!! ¡¡¡I have it well inside!!!
I started pumping harder that yummy vagina. My mother's face of pleasure was indescribable
– Siiiiiii!!! Así!!! Make love to your mom!!!
I supported her more on the kitchen counter and opened her legs a bit more. Her juices were dripping everywhere.
– Now, mom, you're going to recover the time you didn't have me by your side.
_ ¡¡¡Yes, son, it's time!!!
Hearing her say that pleased me a lot. I did what she asked. God, I thought it wasn't just me who liked enjoying a good screw, but also her. I squeezed her waist and penetrated her to the bottom.
– Aaahhh!!! Siii!!! We were both panting. Sex and alcohol combined very well.
I was still in the same position, penetrating with more force, that tasty wet sex of my mom, while her moans echoed throughout the kitchen. I really knew she was a genuine MILF, looking for a guy to screw her, kept thrusting harder, we were already like half an hour in that position and felt like two intense orgasms on my penis.
– Do you like this? I asked with a tired voice.
– Yes, I love it.
With my fingers, I passed again through her vagina to start rubbing her clitoris. The lubrication felt so yummy in her pussy. Her dress was no longer an obstacle for me.
Without a doubt, making love to my mom was a repressed dream for a decade. Deep down, I understood the luck her late Arturo had enjoying her every night. My stupid father, without a doubt, would be damned for not having kept such a woman like that.
– Tell me, Mom, did Arturo make love to you like this now that I'm making it to you? I said.
– Shut up, son, and just keep making me yours.
I put my two hands at her navel height so we were very close. Then I slowly climbed up to her breasts and took both ends, gently pinching them. The pumping was so intense when I felt like I was about to ejaculate. Laura realized it and started squeezing my cock harder, guess her intention.
– God, Mom, I think I'm going to come,
– If you love me, come inside your mom. Let's go!!!
– Do you want that, Mom?
– ¡¡¡Yes, I want that now!!! ...
I started screwing her faster, my desire to ejaculate inside her becoming more intense, my pulses contracting.
– ¡¡¡I'm coming!! ¡¡¡God!!! Siii!! Siii!!
– Not yet, my love. Wait for me, she said, rubbing her clitoris quickly. She wanted us both to come.
– ¡¡¡Keep going!! Masturbate, Mom!
– ¡¡Siii!!! ¡¡Aaahhh!!!! ¡¡That's tasty!!!, she felt wonderful. Her legs began to tremble, her eyes wandered everywhere, mine closed from how tasty I was coming.
– ¡¡¡That's tasty!!! ¡¡Siii!! ¡¡Ya!! ¡¡Ya almost!! !!!Aaahhh!!! He said as he came completely inside me. – You feel hot, my life. You fill me very tasty, he said while leaning back more on the bar.
I was exhausted. Cacharla had tired me out. But listening to her say that my semen invaded her whole body from the inside, and especially telling me she was satisfied, were music to my ears
– We must sleep, son, he replied as he gave me a kiss on my cheek.
– …ajá… Yes, let's go.
– We'll make a decision tomorrow about what happened here today.
I grabbed my clothes and went up to my room. Once in bed, I surrendered to Morpheus' arms, knowing that when dawn arrived, a new life would begin for me.
A greeting to all readers who continue to follow this portal, what I will relate next is a very pleasant fact that relates to me, especially my mother and the circumstances in which it happened
I'm Luis and I'm 27 years old and my mother Laura is 47 years old. Mom is a woman who, at her age, keeps her physical appearance well, also her 1.65 complements her personal presence and, above all, her face that seems like a thirty-year-old's
The story of hers goes back to when she was 19 years old, the age at which she met the idiot of my father, who, despite being 11 years older, behaved worse than a newly in love teenager. Since I've had reason, I always observed how he affected her, lowered her morale, forbade her from going out with her friends, put a return schedule for her work and if she was late, it was making his jealous scenes, which surely had a lover who didn't care about his family and a bunch of unnecessary baggage that ended up stressing her and filling her with pain and impotence due to my father's behavior. The paradox is that my beloved dad always did what he wanted and couldn't have his wife complain to him because he was the man of the house and his word had to be law
I also remember and still admit, since I was a teenager, mom has always been my closest sexual attraction at home. She, as I repeat, was all about beauty, which I suppose the same Olympus, represented by its female deities, decided to bestow some of their gifts upon that mortal woman. Clear blonde hair, intense black eyes, perfect lazy hair, prominent breasts, well-worked legs, a waist that couldn't be envied by an international top model and especially that round bum, like a melon, ready to be savored in all its dimensions. Many times my friends told me they had jerked off multiple times thinking about my mother's figure and something better They imagined taking her to bed and enjoying that MILF. And I being her son and my natural human nature, couldn't help but be affected by those thoughts of others when it came to a woman.
Well, as I continue telling the story, my mother's life was a real hell alongside the idiot of my father, mom didn't know how much longer she could keep going until the moment arrived when things would get out of control. I observed an unexpected change in her behavior, since she started being late for work more often, doing discreet actions and preferring everything to be done secretly from her husband. Although I must tell you that Mom never stopped attending to me and giving me the affection I deserved (I'm their only child) it was on one of those many marital fights when Mom wanted to sleep next to me, I thought she did it to seek comfort or a friend's hand, but just as we were about to rest, her phone started vibrating and she got up like lightning to go to the bathroom and have a slow conversation. I was sleepy so I didn't manage to listen or get close enough to spy on her, I only remember that she returned very happy to bed and we slept each one at our own corner.
The next day, I didn't have classes at my school due to a last-minute maintenance, so when I went back home (I studied late shift), I decided to go wait for Mom at work and invite her to eat an ice cream as well, making the atmosphere at home a bit more relaxed. But when I arrived at the place, just 5 minutes before she was supposed to leave, I discovered that Mom was already at the corner of the workplace, so I was about to approach her but the traffic light was green and cars were going by, then I found out that a guy taller than her approached her, greeted her very affectionately, and seconds later they started walking.
I wanted that moment to scream, run and tell Mom what this means, but I took my hand to my mouth not to make myself noticed as being present. I followed them. approximately five blocks away, when they entered a KFC store, I stood in front of the corner and, luckily, they sat down at a table near the window where I could see what was happening.
It had been about thirty minutes and desperation was killing me. Was my old lady making a fool out of my idiot father? And if this was true, was what she doing, forgivable or not? I kept thinking while observing them eat, talk, make gestures to laugh, etc. I decided to get a bit closer when the guy started kissing her on the lips and she was responding to the kiss. I couldn't take it anymore and entered filled with rage, but I disguised it and ordered a chocolate ice cream after my order, then passed by the two of them, seeing that she put on a face as if she had seen a ghost when she realized my presence and managed to separate herself from her companion.
I left the store and walked away as fast as I could.
I arrived home around ten at night, and upon entering, mom was taking care of dad. When she noticed my arrival, she got nervous again. My father asked me where I was and I told him I was just around here, they served dinner but I said I had already eaten and locked myself in my room. Around midnight, mom knocked on my door and asked me what I wanted to know.
I replied: 'Nothing, mom.'
She said: 'Come on, Luis, you didn't see absolutely nothing?'
I said: 'Tranquil mom, I didn't see anything at all.'
She said: 'Of course you saw many things, don't pretend to be blind.'
I said: 'Listen Laura, what you do or don't do with your life doesn't interest me. Besides, I think you should tell dad what's going on if it really interests you still.'
Mom started crying at that moment, I'm not sure if it was from shame for being caught or because she didn't know how to keep up her usual routine now. Some days later the silence continued... We, I wasn't telling him anything and my father, would find out something that one night the two of them had a fight for their life, which ended with my mother packing her bags and leaving the house. My father filled with anger, came up to me to ask if I knew about his secret encounters, but I didn't respond and the next day I went to live with my grandmother, the truth is I didn't want to know anything about those two.
Three months after my mom separated from my dad, I found out she had gone to live with that guy I mentioned. Despite his pleas asking me to go live with him, saying his new partner accepted me living with them without getting involved in my life, I refused and cut ties with her for the next 10 years.
During those years, I can tell you what I did with my life. I lived with my grandmother until I was 18, then I dedicated myself to working, earning my own money honestly, studying a technical career, graduating, buying my personal belongings, and especially enjoying my singleness.
All these years, of course, without the presence of my parents.
Until one morning, while returning home from work, an unknown number called. I answered and recognized my mother's voice; she asked to see me urgently, saying she needed me more than ever. After giving her my address, I went to visit her.
Once I arrived at her house, she came out to greet me with a very worn-out face and fully dressed in black. Face-to-face, she hugged me as if I had come back from the dead after a war and began asking me how I was, what I had been doing all these years without responding to her calls or messages, etc. I gave some serious and somewhat evasive answers, despite everything, I felt very uncomfortable seeing her and think that, like any mother, she noticed my annoyance.
After the greetings, she told me that the guy she was living with had turned into her new ... husband, but who had passed away two weeks earlier due to a painful illness. I when I heard that tragedy, gave her the corresponding condolences.
It was already like 10 pm and I told her I would retire, but she begged me to stay and sleep with her, saying she felt very lonely in that house and especially wanted me to be by her side, to recover those 10 years we had been apart due to bad cohabitation with my father and his silent adventure with her late husband. I accepted staying for the night.
The next morning when I woke up, I found her had prepared breakfast and to top it off, it was one of my favorites: Café con leche Gloria, two French breads and tamale with onion relish. I thanked her for such a delicious meal and while we were having breakfast, she confessed that her late husband Arturo couldn't have children and that's why she remembered the time she asked me to live with them, it was because she wanted to show me he could be a good substitute father. For a moment, I cursed the day I behaved selfishly, but now it didn't matter.
After breakfast, I went to work, but she begged me to come back in the afternoon and even consider moving in with her. I hesitated, but looked deeply at my mother through her tearful eyes, which were begging me to come back to her side. The gesture of guilt overwhelmed me and I replied that I would accept living with her again. She gave me a hug and I went to work.
Days passed, slowly bringing my personal belongings, mom set up a room for me on the second floor, which I really liked. Laura told me that her late husband had always kept it ready, in case I ever decided to return to her and now she knew where I could have my intimacy. I hugged my mom and asked her forgiveness for my selfish absence during that time. She said there were no excuses, but rather she asked me Sorry for not being sincere from the beginning, but as I said before, the past is gone and can't be fixed, so let's just look to the future.
As I said, it was a very big house, so she could live alone, after getting to know the environments of the home, I started drawing up some new rules for myself, but others stayed. I remember that morning, after returning from work, she offered me a soda, but I said I'd rather go get some beers, which I did, then I offered her one, but she said no because it had been a while since she didn't drink because her late husband was Christian and for them, getting drunk was prohibited. When she finished talking, I said... 'Mom, if you were with my father, you really liked him!' - and she said... 'Well, son, but now I'm better off without drinking.'
First, I started drinking alone, but when I saw she wasn't looking away from me, then I insisted that I wanted her to join me, even just for a sip, until she finally accepted, but it seems abstinence hit her hard because she finished the beer quickly, I opened another one and she tried to refuse, but I kept insisting and she accepted again, so we stayed like that until we finished the six-pack and sat down to watch a movie. After the film ended, we started talking a bit.
It was already around 9 pm and we were still chatting when I asked... 'Hey mom, even though it's not relevant, why did you decide to cheat on my father?' - And she replied... 'Oh son, because he wasn't paying attention to me anymore, everything was arguments, shouts, and so I stopped loving him.'
And that man who died, how did you meet him? - And she said... 'I met him through a friend and we started getting to know each other, sometimes we'd go out alone, but especially he always treated me very well and for that reason I decided to have a romance, until you found out about it, then the rest is history.'
When mom told me that part of her life, I saw her face drawing a deep sadness, but there was one doubt that consumed me... and then it was the moment for her to clarify it, after all, better in pain from a single wound, than to make many separate ones.
_Mom, you told me that man was sterile why did you keep him?
_Son, there are many things you don't know but with time you'll understand them plus when I met Arturo he always told me about his fertility problem and that wasn't an obstacle for him to be a wonderful man with me attentive detailed and especially a good intimate companion we never had a night without enjoying each other alone he was all expert especially always ending satisfied sexually Oh my love if you only knew how much I miss him?
When mom told me about what she lived with her late husband I let out a slight HIP! I think the alcohol had a secondary effect on her so she'd tell me those hot things and already somewhat excited I said maybe he was so potent sexually that he left her satisfied she was already drunk and responded
_of course son he was an expert at it since we always reached orgasm together.
_That's when I saw myself looking at the surprise and excitement on her face she apologized saying she didn't want to say that and I replied don't worry we're in confidence.
The conversation continued suddenly I asked her what position she liked being penetrated more she blushed and responded saying we were getting out of control and I replied you're not obligated to tell me finally she commented that her favorite position was the missionary and that while being penetrated she enjoyed being kissed deeply on the mouth.
My imagination was flying thinking about the wonderful times when Laura was possessed by her late lover it was so hot that my penis started to harden above my pants a situation that she saw and said
_do you hear what you're doing?
_and I replied
_Sorry mom this conversation got me like that
_my penis was so stiff that it stood up. I put the urgent bathroom break and started masturbating thinking about how my mother would look with her legs open completely, when the bathroom door opened and I barely had time to cover my dick with my hands, Mom didn't know what to do, when I told her that since I started living with her, I had left my single life behind and like her, I had been abstaining for a month but I had to respect the place where we were living
My mother, looking somewhat downcast, went to the kitchen. I followed her until I saw her take a bottle of wine and a glass and pour herself a drink. The dizziness made some noise
Mom? I said
...hello...precious, she responded with a soft voice
What's going on? You have red eyes
Nothing, nothing, she replied, wiping away tears slightly
Why are you crying? Do you still miss my father?
Don't say that, silly boy
Then what?
I looked at her. Looking at her face was like traveling to paradise. The intoxication made her see me as a man trying to seduce her. I had always liked her. A few paragraphs earlier, I described her as a real MILF and cursed my father for not valuing her and the other one for making her very happy for years. I leaned back on the counter to avoid leaving. My eyes were dancing all over the kitchen. The chairs seemed to be dancing too; everything was moving around us
Hey! Mom! You're going to fall! I warned
My hands started covering her body
I feel a little dizzy
Yes, it shows, I said
I was standing in front of her, invading her personal space
You look all disheveled, Mom, but you still look beautiful, I said, running my hand through her hair
Thank you, son! You have no idea how much I've missed you these 10 years without seeing you
I know I don't have to justify the abandonment I caused, but I want you to understand that the jealousy of a child always invaded me, but now you're not alone, I'm here for you
She hugged me tightly. I responded to the hug, feeling like I was touching another body feminine like my mother's was like savoring ambrosia. Her good nutrition and, above all, being with a type that respected her, bore fruit. Her breast made me feel very protected and loved – that affection I didn't have due to my absence, and which mom gave me now in her moment of grief.
– What's going on, Mom? I asked.
– ...The truth...
She leaned in close and covered my neck with her rich lips.
I lifted my face to the ceiling and closed my eyes to feel her mouth.
– ...Luis...
– What, Mom?
– I don't know what I'm doing?
– That's what it seems... she replied with a sexy and seductive tone.
My hands mixed in her hair. I hugged her head. I enjoyed her kisses. I licked her neck very tasty.
– You smell very tasty, Mom!
My hands didn't leave her waist. She grabbed me tightly and lifted me to the bar, where I sat down. I spread her legs apart and pressed against her. Our faces were just five centimeters apart. I looked at her very sexy. We started kissing again
Our lips combined. Our saliva mixed between our mouths. I put my hands on her butt and moved closer to her.
– You have a tasty ass, Mom.
She laughed when she heard it and replied:
– Touch it, it's yours, my life.
– If you're my mom, just grab it and it stopped my dick. It was very hard.
Saying that excited her even more than she already was. I felt like her vagina was wet. She was wet. I could feel the moisture seeping through her underwear.
I unbuttoned the button and lowered the zipper, showing off her white panties.
– Come on, lift up a bit, I said
She lifted her butt, resting her hands on the bar. I pulled down her skirt, completely removing it.
My eyes traveled over her legs and focused on her white underwear. I opened her legs.
– God! You're very yummy, Mom, I said while she touched my hard dick
She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. She took off my polo shirt. Her bra was visible. I pulled it down with force, freeing... her rich breasts. Her nipples were standing out. I brought my mouth close and took one of her nipples into it. I pulled it gently. She was milking it gently. It felt like I was breastfeeding.
– Keep going, heart, suck me.
She released her breast and I licked it.
– Oh God, Mom! I wish you could come a little bit!
I covered her right breast with my hand and squeezed it as if I wanted to squeeze out some milk.
I felt rich having my hand, my fingers, enter her yummy vagina. I was caressing her slowly, making her excitement grow. I lowered my hand to the entrance of her anus and with my finger, I started penetrating the pants, into her anus.
– Ahhhhhhh Don't do that!
– Why, Mom? Relax
I was breathing slowly. I felt the pants inside her wet anus.
– Take it out, you'll stain my pants, my love.
– I don't think you're that dirty, Mom.
I withdrew my finger. She folded her underwear and rubbed her anus with that same finger.
– Aaahhh!!! Why do you like doing that?, she asks.
– Because you're yummy, Mom. You have a very appetizing ass.
– I feel very wet in the ass.
– That's tasty, Mom. I'd like to lick it.
Although the things I was saying to her were very perverse, she liked me to keep saying them and wanted me to do them.
Without saying anything, I slowly put my finger into her cave of lions.
– ¡¡Aaahhh, God!!
She felt my long finger all the way inside, something she didn't imagine I would do to her own offspring.
– What do you feel, Mom? Do you like it?
– ...I feel strange, but I enjoy it.
I was moving my finger in a circular motion inside her. I opened my legs completely so she could be more comfortable.
I started licking her nipples again, this time the left one.
– ¡¡Yes, that's tasty!!, says my beloved mother with each tongue lick I give her.
– ¡¡That's tasty is everything you do to me! Your ass is very deep, Mom.
I never imagined that my mother, after just a few drinks, would fall for my desires. Now it was the moment, which since adolescence I had dreamed of and kept hidden, before my desires. Scolded by my friends.
– Come mom, I'm going to put it in you.
Lowered her to a certain position so that she would give me her back.
I grabbed her ass and squeezed it. I gave her a yummy butt slap. I spat on one of my fingers and again on that delicious asshole.
– Aaahhhhhhhhhh!!! What's tasty!!!
– You like it, mom, that's why you were happy with Arturo.
He was quickly penetrating her ass with his finger. Her ass was very lubricated, both from her own water and my saliva. It felt tasty. She bent down. She opened her legs herself and licked that asshole, so juicy.
– Aaahhh!!! What's tasty! Eat my ass, precious, my love.
I slid my tongue over the entire area. I licked now her well-moistened vagina.
– Ready to be penetrated well tasty!
– Penetrate me, son, I really need it!
I took off desperately my pants and underwear. My salamandrapa was already hard, hot. I started rubbing it all over that pussy. I was very excited. Mom couldn't take it anymore and with one hand, she brought it to the entrance of her yummy vagina. With a tug, I put all my mast in the area where I saw the light.
– What's tasty you put it in!
– ¡¡¡What savory, momma!!! ¡¡¡You got it all in!!!
– ¡¡¡Yes, baby!!! ¡¡¡I have it well inside!!!
I started pumping harder that yummy vagina. My mother's face of pleasure was indescribable
– Siiiiiii!!! Así!!! Make love to your mom!!!
I supported her more on the kitchen counter and opened her legs a bit more. Her juices were dripping everywhere.
– Now, mom, you're going to recover the time you didn't have me by your side.
_ ¡¡¡Yes, son, it's time!!!
Hearing her say that pleased me a lot. I did what she asked. God, I thought it wasn't just me who liked enjoying a good screw, but also her. I squeezed her waist and penetrated her to the bottom.
– Aaahhh!!! Siii!!! We were both panting. Sex and alcohol combined very well.
I was still in the same position, penetrating with more force, that tasty wet sex of my mom, while her moans echoed throughout the kitchen. I really knew she was a genuine MILF, looking for a guy to screw her, kept thrusting harder, we were already like half an hour in that position and felt like two intense orgasms on my penis.
– Do you like this? I asked with a tired voice.
– Yes, I love it.
With my fingers, I passed again through her vagina to start rubbing her clitoris. The lubrication felt so yummy in her pussy. Her dress was no longer an obstacle for me.
Without a doubt, making love to my mom was a repressed dream for a decade. Deep down, I understood the luck her late Arturo had enjoying her every night. My stupid father, without a doubt, would be damned for not having kept such a woman like that.
– Tell me, Mom, did Arturo make love to you like this now that I'm making it to you? I said.
– Shut up, son, and just keep making me yours.
I put my two hands at her navel height so we were very close. Then I slowly climbed up to her breasts and took both ends, gently pinching them. The pumping was so intense when I felt like I was about to ejaculate. Laura realized it and started squeezing my cock harder, guess her intention.
– God, Mom, I think I'm going to come,
– If you love me, come inside your mom. Let's go!!!
– Do you want that, Mom?
– ¡¡¡Yes, I want that now!!! ...
I started screwing her faster, my desire to ejaculate inside her becoming more intense, my pulses contracting.
– ¡¡¡I'm coming!! ¡¡¡God!!! Siii!! Siii!!
– Not yet, my love. Wait for me, she said, rubbing her clitoris quickly. She wanted us both to come.
– ¡¡¡Keep going!! Masturbate, Mom!
– ¡¡Siii!!! ¡¡Aaahhh!!!! ¡¡That's tasty!!!, she felt wonderful. Her legs began to tremble, her eyes wandered everywhere, mine closed from how tasty I was coming.
– ¡¡¡That's tasty!!! ¡¡Siii!! ¡¡Ya!! ¡¡Ya almost!! !!!Aaahhh!!! He said as he came completely inside me. – You feel hot, my life. You fill me very tasty, he said while leaning back more on the bar.
I was exhausted. Cacharla had tired me out. But listening to her say that my semen invaded her whole body from the inside, and especially telling me she was satisfied, were music to my ears
– We must sleep, son, he replied as he gave me a kiss on my cheek.
– …ajá… Yes, let's go.
– We'll make a decision tomorrow about what happened here today.
I grabbed my clothes and went up to my room. Once in bed, I surrendered to Morpheus' arms, knowing that when dawn arrived, a new life would begin for me.
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