- Where are you going? I asked after seeing her get up and head towards her room in direction - I'm going to get dressed she replied. She had just had sex with the three men who bully me at school, although maybe she didn't know yet that they were messing with me, but it didn't matter. Was putting on clothes really the most important thing right then? I explained that it wasn't necessary, I had just seen her begging for cock while gasping, doubtless modesty no longer existed between us. So she turned back to sit on the sofa which would still be splattered with the fluids that had come out of her and my bullies.- I won't sleep on that sofa tonight I said firmly and in a annoyed tone She was looking at the sofa and gave me a smile, then said: It's not the first time they've come on this couch and yet you've slept here before what's changed now? - This is the first time I've seen them do it. She nodded and thought, then asked where I planned to sleep then and I replied that in her bed. She didn't expect that answer, she just said okay and went to her room, her back showing how her fat ass was still sticky from semen.
After a few minutes she came out dressed in a light beige sweater that was very thin and reached her knees, sandals, and a white dress that revealed her breasts and vagina because she wasn't wearing underwear.
I remembered when I saw her face moaning with pleasure that it would overflow excitement and I wanted to know why, I was researching information on the internet and arrived at a publication talking about Oedipus Rex, a character from Greek mythology. Oedipus was the son of Laius and Jocasta, kings of Thebes. When they were going to get married, the Oracle of Delphi warned them that their son would come to be the murderer of his father and later marry his mother. In psychology there is something called the Oedipus complex, it's a disorder where a child's attraction towards their mother seeing her as a possible partner, in most cases the father is absent from the family relationship and the child has the idea that they have to be the one who plays the role of man of the house with everything that implies. I knew it wasn't my case because I only felt sexual attraction, didn't see her like a mother or as a partner. But I wanted to see her moaning with my cock inside, wanted to squeeze those tits and hit that tasty ass. I wanted her to be my slut and the blood tie was the only thing that united us.
She came back until they struck eight and the sky was already dark. I had masturbated a couple of times before she arrived, I was very excited watching mommy-son porn and had so many desires to screw that milf as if there were no tomorrow, the couple of times I jerked off it made me grab one of her bras and rub it with my penis while grabbing another and smelling it. After having those ejaculations my body was still full of desire and I anxiously waited for her to arrive to fuck because I didn't think I'd stop my pleasure just by jacking off.
When I arrived, she was drunk, bringing a can of beer and stumbling into the room, entered her room quickly without looking at me and thought I was ready to do it behind her, I approached the room taking slow steps since my legs were trembling, I was nervous but decided. When opening the curtain, I saw that she was changing, naked and putting on clean lingerie, a thin thong that jumped the line and instead of putting on a bra, she put on, then she put on a red sweater-like top that barely covered her nipples and left almost all her breast outside.
Also I put on some short denim shorts and was going back out when I noticed that she was looking at me but it didn't matter, took her beer, took a sip and was heading towards the exit when she came in front of me.- Where are you going? - I asked intrigued and a bit annoyed.
- What's it to you, punk? - She said, dragging out the words due to her intoxication and with a slightly irritated tone. She was pushing me out of the room and I wasn't giving in, although she told me later: - I'm leaving, okay? I'll be back tomorrow. At that moment, I got annoyed because I had been waiting all this time for her to arrive so we could get together and she was already leaving.
I opened the door to the apartment when I grabbed her arm and closed it. - You're not going anywhere yet, I said trying to sound authoritative. - Not until you screw me. She grabbed my belt and I carried her to the room, she was a bit surprised and annoyed, I let her go on the bed and she quickly got up but before she could say anything, I turned her around and lifted that short sweater she had put on, revealing her big tits, I started touching them while hugging her tightly against my body, paying my chest with her back and the ass hiding under that denim short with the cock I had in my pants that was getting erect.
He repeated 'They're waiting for me' 2 or 3 times, really didn't seem very annoyed as if the only thing that mattered to her was leaving that dick waiting which might be better than mine. That bothered me. While I was massaging one of her breasts, I put my other hand in front of her short, lowered the zipper and when I touched her vagina, it felt wet which made me hotter and I started to masturbate her, she started to moan and a few minutes later I pulled out my cock from my pants and was masturbating her.
We were the two of us, mutual masturbation when it turned and said to me: - Let's do this quickly, I have to leave. I nodded although I really wanted him to stay and penetrate all night. First he knelt down on the floor and gave me a blow job, licking my penis from tip to testicles, leaving everything lubricated in under 2 minutes, all of this without letting go of the beer he was holding in his hand.
After that he got on top of the bed, not without taking off his sweater and short first, I made a thong to one side and put my penis in with force. Despite having sex so often her vagina was still very tight and when I entered for the first time it trembled that ass and let out a faint high-pitched moan, it was reddish and closed, it felt delicious to have my cock inside that hole.
She was having sex quickly, moving her hips and herself getting stuck in my cock, 5 minutes later I had the best orgasm of my life but not before pulling out my cock and throwing it over her ass and back. She went to the bathroom and cleaned up the semen with a towel and some water afterwards she came out dressed in the same shorts but a black sleeveless blouse that accentuated her tits which had been bouncing just minutes before.
Don't wait for me, she said and it annoyed me because I wanted to keep having her but only nodded again and accompanied her to the door. From the window, I could see the guy outside who was waiting for her, before he got into the car, I kissed my mother on the mouth and gave her a slap on the butt. He was tall, with blonde hair and a big beard, would be less than 30 years old, athletic body.
I didn't see my mother again until after 5 days when the same man returned her in another luxurious and showy car just like the day he took her away, she arrived with an ear-to-ear smile.
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