Unsatisfied Mother (Ch. 1)

My story is something strange and very satisfying if they read it from start to finish, I know it will be very long because I'll tell it from the beginning until the end of everything but I'll divide it into several chapters so that it's more digestible for everyone and above all I'll tell you how I managed to take my MOM to bed, maybe it will serve as an experience for you too, since I'll give tips as the story unfolds and perhaps it will work for you too, I hope it helps you in something and good luck with the process (This story is 100% real, I'll add photos if possible, the photos you see are of her at the end of our process that's why there's a change, read all the chapters I know you'll thank me on your knees, good luck band). My name is Rodrigo, I'm from a town near the city of Colima in Mexico, my family consists of 4 people, my older brother, my father who was a bureaucrat for many years and now retired at 65 years old and my mother Susana 45 years old and of course me. I won't lie saying that my mom is very good-looking with a dreamy butt or things like in fictional stories, rather she's a very decent woman, she measures 1.45 cm tall, very short, has clear brown skin, thin with small freckles, good B-cup breasts and medium-sized buttocks that are noticeable when she wears tight pants or a skirt, but it's not really a big butt, it can be said that she's very appealing to someone her age, she's always been a very homely person, a housewife, raised in the old school, someone who doesn't touch sex topics or anything like that out of fear of modesty, is very strict even very angry, and would never lend herself to bad intentions, besides and this is something important, she was born in a very small town making her somewhat closed-minded, add to all this that she dresses very covered up, doesn't wear short skirts and the few she wore were very long and only inside the house, never outside, never used to wear crop tops, at that time I only had one pair of mallon, licra or leggings as you call them and I rarely wore it, in a few words I never wore anything sexy, she was a lady like dozens I would see daily on markets, stores, supermarkets or streets, however with all that I managed to seduce her. The relationship with my mother was always very good, being the younger brother I never caused any problems unlike my older brother who got married at an early age and moved in with his wife. The first woman who made me feel lustful was my own mother, as a child I didn't go out much to play and spent most of my time at home, as normal puberty awakened my hormones and my mother was the closest and sexiest thing I had. What awakened that morbidness in me I remember well it was one night while watching TV, she was sitting on a couch and I was sitting on the floor, when I turned towards my mother I could see her with her legs open and I could see her underwear, at that time she was wearing yellow underwear, I was around 12 or 13 years old maybe, something happened to me that night that made me start seeing her differently, I stopped seeing her as my mother and started seeing her as a woman, like a woman, that was the first experience I had with feminine lingerie and the beginning of my obsession with my mother. Every night I would wait for us to sit down to watch TV so I could see how she would open her legs and be able to see her underwear, the truth is at that time I only had three decent pairs of underwear, two red ones with lace on the edges and one yellow one translucent in front above her pubic area, all the others were big, white without seams or lace, I repeat she was someone very well brought up in the old style. Another thing that made me see my mother more like a woman was an occasion when a friend of mine came over and we were watching TV in the living room, that day my mom was doing laundry When she dried herself off and put her in the living room couch, suddenly my dad was looking for the remote but we couldn't find it so we looked under the clothes while moving her out came my mom's yellowish semi-transparent underwear from the front I saw how my friend got stuck staring at her with a lustful face I know his mother and compared to mine hers is much better that annoyed me but of course I didn't say anything however I saw she had something very tasty in the house a sexy woman more than my friends' moms that made me wake up stronger hotter sensations. Days passed and my heat was getting more and more so it was how little by little I started spying on my mom while she bathed our bathroom was divided into where the toilet was and where you bathe in the middle there was a wall but above it had a window about the size of connecting both sides I managed to engineer putting a mirror pointing at where they bathe so when my mom bathed I'd go to the other bathroom and see her washing her pussy could see how she shaped her breasts and how she passed her fingers over her little thing she was very hairy and it seemed like she never shaved or something the sight of her bathing excited me a lot even though I was still young I felt like my cock had its first erections thanks to my mom but despite having seen her many times I never saw her masturbate or anything she was very clean just seeing how she slid her fingers around the lips of her vagina to clean herself or how she pressed her nipples on her breasts to try and clean them I got to see how after touching her breasts her nipples got hard so much they looked like two coffee beans well placed. It happened that I would go to sleep with my mom and my brother in the same bed for security reasons, one occasion that this happened precisely I had the revelation that left me MARKED and reinforced my obsession with my mother, a night when we were in the same bed I pretended to be sleeping but actually discovered that my mom slept late, on that occasion she took out several of her bras from her drawers, the most beautiful ones she had, those two red ones and the yellow one, she undressed in front of the mirror, put them on and modeled (this is 100% real I swear), she passed her hand over her underwear, rubbing her vagina and ass, touched her breasts with the sexiest bras she had, tried to combine her lingerie with what she had, looked at herself in the mirror from one side and the other modeling, walked around the room provocatively even trying to look sexy or something like that, moved her hips, showing her butt or breasts, it was like seeing my mother that night was a fantasy, a dream, something I never imagined in my whole life, (you come to your mothers and you don't imagine the things they hide or do secretly, that's why never give up anything believe me please), while she changed clothes I could see how hairy her little thing was and savory, from that moment on something told me that my mother was more than what she seemed, I understood that she felt sexy but never expressed it, it was something to be expected since she came from a village and I think it gave her shame to be more open, to show that sensuality she felt, where we lived women were more open-minded, while she grew up very old-fashioned and more so since she got married very young to my dad, at 19 years old and then moved to another place. Due to that scene I was getting more and more excited until I discovered masturbation, my mother was one of the first if not the first woman to whom I dedicated a jacket, that feeling of lust grew until it became In my mother's underwear drawer when she wasn't around, I'd take out several, smell them, and put one on my cock to masturbate. I'd put the head of my cock where her pussy was and jerk it off, but before coming, I'd take it off and throw everything on the floor because I was afraid of leaving it stained with semen and getting her pregnant, since I had that incredible idea at the time that you could get a woman pregnant like that. I'm talking about 2003-2004 when I was under 12 years old. That's how I started masturbating with her underwear. Her underwear wasn't sexy or small, but it was enough to make me come wild. Over time, my excitement only grew. After coming, I wouldn't take off her panties anymore; instead, I'd roll them up so that all my semen would stain them. Then I'd clean them with paper and put them back in the drawer. Later, I didn't even bother cleaning them; I'd just leave the fresh semen on them and put them back in the drawer without washing them. Sometimes I'd even leave them out in front of her so she could put them on with my fresh cum all day. And even though I still thought you could get a woman pregnant like that, I did it hoping to make her pregnant. While smelling one of her underwear and jerking off with another, I'd repeat 'Get pregnant, Mom, get pregnant, please let me make you pregnant, have a child, my mom, get pregnant with my cum.' It excited me knowing she'd put them on and my semen would mix with hers all day in her underwear. At that time, I jerked off so much in them that many of her underwear had stains that couldn't be removed from all the cum I'd spilled. My orgasms were so frequent it was impossible to hide; when the underwear got too stained, I'd put them in the dirty laundry basket so my mom wouldn't notice. There were times when I'd jerk off 5 or 6 times a day and every time with...

Her underwear, my record was making myself 8 jackets in one of her panties, I remember it was a green lemony fabric that made me cock feel like it was my mother's pussy, I left it so full of cum on all sides that it seemed like I had put it in water so soaked up that the rest of my sperm stayed, not counting that smell of semen that many know, even her underwear drawer when she wasn't there didn't smell, but stank of cum from her own son, all my mom's panties were filled with mecos hundreds of times, the black ones, coffee and gray ones had white stains that couldn't be removed, the whites had yellowish stains from so much cum they sucked. ((I'm going to ask you something and see if your mother is viable for being screwed by you, go to her underwear drawer and see what kind of underwear she uses, that says a lot about women, if it's granny panties, regular ones, sexy ones with lace and figures, or in the best case if she uses thongs and g-strings, the sexier she uses the easier it is to get her into bed by your own will)). That was my release all through my adolescence, from 12 or 13 until I was 18 years old. I remember that once my mom bought three new panties, one black and two white ones, they were not big but not small either, regular, coquettish ones could be said, well when she just bought them I put them on my cock and jerked off like crazy, what I didn't know was that she had bought them to give away, she gave them to a 15-year-old girl at her party, but she didn't give away all three, only the two white ones because the black one had white stains from semen that wouldn't come out even after washing, so it had to stay with that black one, that bra still survives to this day by the way. Fortunately and unfortunately, I left for another state at 18 years old since education is very bad in Colima, but even so in each vacation that was supposed to visit my parents ended up masturbating with my mother's underwear, even when I was in another state, I would only wait for her return to fill those garments with cum, my mother has always been somewhat naive since she repeated from a very small town, I doubt she knew what happened with her panties, I think she didn't have an idea that her clothes had her son's sperm ((Here is the first tip, 1.- Study your mother, like her character, if it's closed-minded or open-minded, see her strong and vulnerable points, where she weakens to enter through that part, if she has problems at home, if she needs something, not necessarily sex but attention, compliments, or someone who listens, women in general often prefer someone who lends them a moment of attention over a dog behind them, their mothers are still women with needs never forget it)). This way passed 4 years and I finished my career, each time I went was the same, masturbating like crazy with her underwear and returning it, despite finishing my studies, I stayed to live in that state where I came from, at that time I had my girlfriends with whom I would have sex, but my mother still being my temptation and obsession, well, actually her underwear interior, that obsession or fetish I acquired was what excited me about her, no matter how often I had sex with my girlfriends, I felt like something was missing. The thing is that in about two more years or so, my mother didn't change her underwear, previously every 3 or 4 months when I visited her, she would have something new, even if they weren't tangas, briefs, strings, or anything small, but something with little fit or more youthful, bored of running the same thing, I started to lose interest, I had come so many times in each one of them that it no longer caused me morbo or lust. Weeks later while walking through a shopping mall in my city, I saw erotic lingerie on display, imagining my mother wearing it and dressing sexy, this led me to devise a plan, the What was it like to buy lingerie for my mother, sexy and daring stuff so she would wear it, the question was how to give it to her without her thinking I'm a pervert or getting annoyed, but that turned out easier than I thought, I bought 5 bras, 3 medium-sized ones with no padding, something translucent and sexy, and two bikini-style sets with bra, I also bought men's lingerie, in a month it will be Christmas and then I'll put my plan into action. UNTIL HERE THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY ENDS, LOOK FOR THE NEXT PARTS AHEAD TO SEE HOW IT ALL GOES AND GET MORE TIPS, IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS LEAVE THEM AND SEE IF I CAN ANSWER THEM.