🔥🔥🔥 ..... But would my mom do it? It didn't seem very likely. On the other hand, I was learning more about her latent sexuality every time we had sex; she wasn't the serious and reserved university professor I had always imagined. I touched her rosebud a couple of times with my fingertip and she didn't flinch, but would she really let me put my seven inches of rigid flesh in her backside? The idea seemed absurd. Whether or not she was receptive, I knew I had to try. The combination of dirty and exciting anal sex in the context of incest between mother and son was an attraction too great to resist. I opened the campaign the next night. We dined, then kissed and snuggled up on the sofa for about an hour while several news anchors prophesied plague and famine on TV. By nine o'clock my hand had wandered down to my mom's knee and slid under her sensible professorial skirt. Are we going to bed, darling? she asked, and I was thrilled by her use of the word. In the dim light of her bedroom we undressed and got into bed together, kissing and caressing each other. I adored her full, round, heavy breasts with rigid nipples, and she screamed as I sucked and gently bit her small, fleshy nubbins. I descended her body, kissed her soft belly, licked her navel, making her gasp when I parted her legs and buried my face in the silky brown bush between her thighs. Neither of us had showered since morning, and we both smelled enchantingly of saltwater, almond, and a darker something. I separated her honey-colored lips with my tongue and licked her from the perineum to the clitoris, sliding my tongue as far as it would go into her love hole. Mom writhed and jolted on the bed, clutching the quilt as I concentrated on her small pearl in its fleshy casing, passing the tip of my tongue over it... succionándola in my mouth. While sucking her clitoris, I slid two fingers into her pussy and slowly fucked her, exploring her vagina, searching for her G-spot. She opened her legs as wide as she could and arched her back to push her vagina against my face, panting and growling occasionally 'Yes, yes!' When I judged it was the right moment, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, slippery with her juices, and slid them over her perineum until her anus. Her moans grew stronger and almost continuous when I tentatively pressed the tip of my middle finger against her wrinkled anus. Mom let out a deep moan and it seemed like she was starting to orgasm. I pushed my finger into her anus and kept pushing and it went in easily, lubricated by her secretions. Her body seemed to stiffen and she screamed and felt my finger in a numbing grip. I pressed my tongue against her clitoris and licked hard and she twisted and moved her hips and then the climax ended and she slowly calmed down and became flaccid and I gently removed my finger. My mother lay inert as I knelt beside her and entered her with one push. I lowered my head to kiss her and saw tears in her eyes. 'Are you okay?' I asked softly and anxiously. To my horror, she began to sob and I froze, in the middle of the act. —'No, no stop, Michael. Please don't stop!' She wiped away her tears and took my face between her hands, intertwining her legs over mine. 'Hold me!' she said. 'Hold me tight!' Then she lifted her head and pressed her lips against mine and slid her tongue into my mouth and I felt a wave of love and intense desire. This middle-aged woman, my mother, was letting me fuck her and saying words she had never pronounced before and pushing my hips and my cock in and out of her pussy... She was very wet but the sensation of being inside her was almost impossible to bear. I returned the kiss and maintained a rhythm of long and strong thrusts, digging my toes into the bedspread for to increase traction. I screwed my mother for long minutes and kissed her lips, cheeks, and eyes, tasted the salt of her tears and she told me to enter her with her legs and fingers. Never had I felt so excited, not even when I was inside Valerie's ass. God, how would it feel in my mother's ass? The idea and memory of her anus grabbing my finger took me to the limit and with a guttural growl I started coming, intense pleasure ran down my spine, pumping sperm into Mom's pussy, forcing my tongue to enter her mouth. Soon my orgasm decreased and my cock stopped beating and I withdrew from my mother and lay beside her and she came to my arms and I hugged her tightly.
I regret what happened with my tears, she began. The feelings... were so intense that I couldn't help but cry. She snorted in silence. So many years have passed since someone made me feel this way. I'm glad, I said. I'm glad to be able to give you such pleasure. I hesitated and then decided it was time to explore the forbidden topic. Didn't you hurt when, you know, I put my finger inside you? More than seeing her, I felt her smile. No, you didn't hurt me, she said in a low voice. Your synchronization was perfect. What do you mean? I was just on the edge of orgasm when you did it and that made my climax much stronger. I thought I was going to pass out. —So you enjoyed it? I asked cautiously. Mom kept silent for a few moments, then started talking, so softly that I strained to catch her words.
—Not always have I been an old English teacher, Michael. She paused and continued. Once upon a time there was a girl of eighteen years old who had just arrived and was starting her first year at university and wanted to try everything on offer. I listened amazed, Mom never before spoke to me about her university days. In that first week I met Keith. He was in the physics course but was... more fresh like me. Keith and I would go out for three complete years. He was the one who took my virginity and I took his. We experimented with sex, soft drugs, and alcohol, and I thought we'd get married and have kids and everything. But after we graduated, it seemed like we drifted apart. I haven't known anything about him for years, he said sadly. So I'm not exactly new to a man putting his finger up my ass, although only Keith did that. Maybe you'll be surprised to know that he also penetrated me there some times. I'm saying this because I suppose that's what you plan to try, don't you? I felt warmth of shame. Yes, I murmured, I guess so. She laughed softly. I already imagined it. We can do it if you want, Michael, but you'll have to be very gentle and go very slow. It's almost been forty years. I didn't respond because I didn't trust my voice; I felt a little overwhelmed by the emotion. I was also a bit embarrassed for having forced her to confess. Anal sex wasn't mentioned again during the rest of that week, although Mom and I slept together every night and had sexual relations every night. Neither did I try to put my finger up her ass. Saturday went well and we went out for a walk during the day and Mom walked with me through the hills with great enjoyment and when we got back home we took a bottle of wine, finished off our last glass upstairs and snuggled together in the hot tub. We bathed, drank red wine, and caressed each other's feet. A little later, we stopped next to Mom's bed and hugged and kissed and I slid my hands over her buttocks and hips and pressed her crotch against my erection, which was pointing upwards. Mom kissed me and, breaking the hug, went to her dresser and pulled out a half-used personal lubricant tube from one of the drawers. I think I stayed open-mouthed because Mom smiled and said: It's been there for years. I use it sometimes when I use a vibrator with myself. She left The tube over the nightstand. 'And before you think of any idea, I want at least one orgasm before you do something really bad with me.' After almost a week of having sex every night, I was getting pretty good at pressing my mother's buttons. She liked prolonged foreplay and liked it when I started when she gave me a lot of attention to her breasts, something I was more than happy to do; I loved massaging the soft orbs and loved sucking her nipples and making her scream by biting them gently, sometimes not so gently! Sometimes I had urged myself to 'bite them harder.' When her breasts were too sensitive to continue, I used my fingers to masturbate her or slide down on her and lick her until climax. I preferred this last one. And that's what I did that Saturday night. After the bath, our mother smelled slightly of strawberry shower gel and her pubic hair was clean and silky. I started separating her lips with my thumbs; they were already partially open, swollen, and puffed up, and I could see a pinkish patch inside, all wet and shiny. Oh, I loved her taste! The deep flavor inside her is salty and slightly almond-flavored. I licked, licked, and sucked her lips. I licked her perineum and moved my tongue experimentally against her small, wrinkled rosebud, with its band of brown and sparse hair. I pushed my tongue into her vagina and licked up the protuberance of her clitoris. Mom was twisting and turning in bed, with her hands on the back of my head, gently pressing me against her. After about ten minutes of exquisite cunnilingus, Mom arched her back and tensed the muscles of her legs when a huge orgasm swept through her, making her open her mouth in a silent scream. When her clitoris was too sensitive to touch it, I entered her wet pussy with one. Practiced push and slow, gentle fucking, kissing her breasts and lips as I rode her. I went slow because I didn't want to come yet, at least not in her pussy. I was in a haze of pleasure. My 50-something-year-old mother was beneath me and I was very deep inside her. She moaned and grabbed me with her painted red nails (now it seemed she used nail polish every day!). Finally, I slowed down to avoid climax until I practically stopped, weak from desire and struggling to breathe. Mom guessed what was happening. 'Would you like to do it in my other place now?' she whispered. I withdrew from her and took the gelatin, and she rolled onto her elbows and presented her ass, presumably her preferred position for a rear entry.
Use lots of lubricant, she said in a low voice, with her head turned to one side. And promise me you'll stop if I ask. Of course I will, Mom, I replied deliberately. My mother didn't make any movement or noise when I unwrapped the gelatin and scooped a spoonful onto my fingers. She didn't do anything either when I spread the translucent and sticky gel around her anus. But she moaned softly when I inserted my finger and did it very slowly and tentatively. Okay, she said, as if reading my mind. I applied more lubricant to my fingers and smoothly, very smoothly, introduced the tips of two fingers into my mother's anus. She moaned a little louder but sounded more like pleasure than pain. Finally, I had my index and middle fingers about five centimeters inside her and decided that would be enough. Cleaning up the residual gel on my cock, I grabbed the shaft and maneuvered to separate her buttocks with my cock head and press it against her rosebud. She shuddered when they made contact and I froze. Okay, she said again and grasped my slippery shaft tightly and pushed slowly, then a little harder. Mom let out another moan and wasn't sure if I was hurting her; I assumed she'd say so if I was, so I pushed harder and the shaft of my cock flexed against her tightened sphincter and suddenly expanded, stretched, opened to admit my large purple glans. Mom shuddered a little and said Ahh! and I froze again and felt her relax and pushed a bit more and now my cock entered her anus slowly and easily, the grasping sphincter sliding along my shaft. Is it okay, Mom?, I whispered nervously. Does it feel good? It feels very big, she said strongly, but yes, it's fine, you can put it all in. I pushed the last five centimeters and stopped, giving her body time to adapt to my invasion. She began pushing her buttocks tentatively against me and I took this as an invitation to start to fuck her asshole slowly at first but developing a constant rhythm coming out about three or four centimeters and sliding back in again. It felt like paradise. Probably it had been several years since the last time I was in the rear of a lady and I had forgotten the strong grip of the muscular ring and the soft and enveloping rectal walls. Beneath me, my mother pushed her hand under her body and I saw the muscles of her arm flex as she massaged her pussy and felt her fingers as they slid inside her and she masturbated. I fucked my mother's ass for another ten minutes before the approaching storm engulfed me. I could have slowed it down and delayed it, although not much. The idea that mom was masturbating beneath me while I was fucking her was too much. And besides, I didn't want to hurt her. My orgasm came like a whirlwind and I moaned: Yes, Mom, I'm coming! Mom's head was turned to the side, her eyes closed, her mouth open, panting and growling as she was being fucked and she scratched her clitoris with her fingers. I think we joined that first time, which made it very special, although only conscious of a rough sensation filling my entire soul and vaguely of my cock pumping its seed into my mother's prepared rectum. How did you feel? she asked afterwards. Did sodomizing your mother feel as good as you imagined? Better, I said. Incomparably better. How did you feel? I enjoyed it, she said, more than I thought, Masturbating helps. Epilogue So that's the story of how I ended up sleeping with my mother. In fact, I still sleep with her. And before you ask, no, I don't fuck her ass every night or even every week. Mom is aware of the physical problems that can arise, especially in an older woman, so I can only sodomize her once a month. But it doesn't matter. The rest is just as good! Of course, We're still experimenting: my mother's favorite is bondage. She loves it when I tie her to the bed, gag her, and fuck her hard while biting her nipples. We've tried almost all positions under the sun, even on the kitchen table and, of course, on a sunbed. That had an interesting result, which we'll talk about later. By my order, mom now always wears stockings and garters instead of pantyhose. I've always loved stockings and insist she wear them during sex. Sometimes she asks me to look at her with stockings on. I love putting the garter around her waist and securing it. Then I roll up the stockings over her legs, making sure the reinforcements at the toe and heel are aligned and the seams are straight. Finally, I put the garters on the stockings and she's ready for me. It's so damn erotic! Ah, and once I mentioned that I had seen her licking her fingers after masturbating on the sunbed. She got a little embarrassed and said she was just cleaning her fingers before picking up a book. Then she admitted she liked her smell and taste and encouraged her to do it in front of me. It's so hot! So, what about the sunbed? Well, the next summer we forgot ourselves for a bit and she let me ride her on one of the sunbeds in the backyard. I know I had said that the neighbors always passed by the front... I was getting close to climax when Joan, who lived next door, appeared around the corner of the house. She stopped dead in her tracks and her face turned white, according to mom, then she turned around and ran around the house. What happened afterwards probably deserves a story on its own. Maybe I'll write it someday. The end... or not?
I regret what happened with my tears, she began. The feelings... were so intense that I couldn't help but cry. She snorted in silence. So many years have passed since someone made me feel this way. I'm glad, I said. I'm glad to be able to give you such pleasure. I hesitated and then decided it was time to explore the forbidden topic. Didn't you hurt when, you know, I put my finger inside you? More than seeing her, I felt her smile. No, you didn't hurt me, she said in a low voice. Your synchronization was perfect. What do you mean? I was just on the edge of orgasm when you did it and that made my climax much stronger. I thought I was going to pass out. —So you enjoyed it? I asked cautiously. Mom kept silent for a few moments, then started talking, so softly that I strained to catch her words.
—Not always have I been an old English teacher, Michael. She paused and continued. Once upon a time there was a girl of eighteen years old who had just arrived and was starting her first year at university and wanted to try everything on offer. I listened amazed, Mom never before spoke to me about her university days. In that first week I met Keith. He was in the physics course but was... more fresh like me. Keith and I would go out for three complete years. He was the one who took my virginity and I took his. We experimented with sex, soft drugs, and alcohol, and I thought we'd get married and have kids and everything. But after we graduated, it seemed like we drifted apart. I haven't known anything about him for years, he said sadly. So I'm not exactly new to a man putting his finger up my ass, although only Keith did that. Maybe you'll be surprised to know that he also penetrated me there some times. I'm saying this because I suppose that's what you plan to try, don't you? I felt warmth of shame. Yes, I murmured, I guess so. She laughed softly. I already imagined it. We can do it if you want, Michael, but you'll have to be very gentle and go very slow. It's almost been forty years. I didn't respond because I didn't trust my voice; I felt a little overwhelmed by the emotion. I was also a bit embarrassed for having forced her to confess. Anal sex wasn't mentioned again during the rest of that week, although Mom and I slept together every night and had sexual relations every night. Neither did I try to put my finger up her ass. Saturday went well and we went out for a walk during the day and Mom walked with me through the hills with great enjoyment and when we got back home we took a bottle of wine, finished off our last glass upstairs and snuggled together in the hot tub. We bathed, drank red wine, and caressed each other's feet. A little later, we stopped next to Mom's bed and hugged and kissed and I slid my hands over her buttocks and hips and pressed her crotch against my erection, which was pointing upwards. Mom kissed me and, breaking the hug, went to her dresser and pulled out a half-used personal lubricant tube from one of the drawers. I think I stayed open-mouthed because Mom smiled and said: It's been there for years. I use it sometimes when I use a vibrator with myself. She left The tube over the nightstand. 'And before you think of any idea, I want at least one orgasm before you do something really bad with me.' After almost a week of having sex every night, I was getting pretty good at pressing my mother's buttons. She liked prolonged foreplay and liked it when I started when she gave me a lot of attention to her breasts, something I was more than happy to do; I loved massaging the soft orbs and loved sucking her nipples and making her scream by biting them gently, sometimes not so gently! Sometimes I had urged myself to 'bite them harder.' When her breasts were too sensitive to continue, I used my fingers to masturbate her or slide down on her and lick her until climax. I preferred this last one. And that's what I did that Saturday night. After the bath, our mother smelled slightly of strawberry shower gel and her pubic hair was clean and silky. I started separating her lips with my thumbs; they were already partially open, swollen, and puffed up, and I could see a pinkish patch inside, all wet and shiny. Oh, I loved her taste! The deep flavor inside her is salty and slightly almond-flavored. I licked, licked, and sucked her lips. I licked her perineum and moved my tongue experimentally against her small, wrinkled rosebud, with its band of brown and sparse hair. I pushed my tongue into her vagina and licked up the protuberance of her clitoris. Mom was twisting and turning in bed, with her hands on the back of my head, gently pressing me against her. After about ten minutes of exquisite cunnilingus, Mom arched her back and tensed the muscles of her legs when a huge orgasm swept through her, making her open her mouth in a silent scream. When her clitoris was too sensitive to touch it, I entered her wet pussy with one. Practiced push and slow, gentle fucking, kissing her breasts and lips as I rode her. I went slow because I didn't want to come yet, at least not in her pussy. I was in a haze of pleasure. My 50-something-year-old mother was beneath me and I was very deep inside her. She moaned and grabbed me with her painted red nails (now it seemed she used nail polish every day!). Finally, I slowed down to avoid climax until I practically stopped, weak from desire and struggling to breathe. Mom guessed what was happening. 'Would you like to do it in my other place now?' she whispered. I withdrew from her and took the gelatin, and she rolled onto her elbows and presented her ass, presumably her preferred position for a rear entry.
Use lots of lubricant, she said in a low voice, with her head turned to one side. And promise me you'll stop if I ask. Of course I will, Mom, I replied deliberately. My mother didn't make any movement or noise when I unwrapped the gelatin and scooped a spoonful onto my fingers. She didn't do anything either when I spread the translucent and sticky gel around her anus. But she moaned softly when I inserted my finger and did it very slowly and tentatively. Okay, she said, as if reading my mind. I applied more lubricant to my fingers and smoothly, very smoothly, introduced the tips of two fingers into my mother's anus. She moaned a little louder but sounded more like pleasure than pain. Finally, I had my index and middle fingers about five centimeters inside her and decided that would be enough. Cleaning up the residual gel on my cock, I grabbed the shaft and maneuvered to separate her buttocks with my cock head and press it against her rosebud. She shuddered when they made contact and I froze. Okay, she said again and grasped my slippery shaft tightly and pushed slowly, then a little harder. Mom let out another moan and wasn't sure if I was hurting her; I assumed she'd say so if I was, so I pushed harder and the shaft of my cock flexed against her tightened sphincter and suddenly expanded, stretched, opened to admit my large purple glans. Mom shuddered a little and said Ahh! and I froze again and felt her relax and pushed a bit more and now my cock entered her anus slowly and easily, the grasping sphincter sliding along my shaft. Is it okay, Mom?, I whispered nervously. Does it feel good? It feels very big, she said strongly, but yes, it's fine, you can put it all in. I pushed the last five centimeters and stopped, giving her body time to adapt to my invasion. She began pushing her buttocks tentatively against me and I took this as an invitation to start to fuck her asshole slowly at first but developing a constant rhythm coming out about three or four centimeters and sliding back in again. It felt like paradise. Probably it had been several years since the last time I was in the rear of a lady and I had forgotten the strong grip of the muscular ring and the soft and enveloping rectal walls. Beneath me, my mother pushed her hand under her body and I saw the muscles of her arm flex as she massaged her pussy and felt her fingers as they slid inside her and she masturbated. I fucked my mother's ass for another ten minutes before the approaching storm engulfed me. I could have slowed it down and delayed it, although not much. The idea that mom was masturbating beneath me while I was fucking her was too much. And besides, I didn't want to hurt her. My orgasm came like a whirlwind and I moaned: Yes, Mom, I'm coming! Mom's head was turned to the side, her eyes closed, her mouth open, panting and growling as she was being fucked and she scratched her clitoris with her fingers. I think we joined that first time, which made it very special, although only conscious of a rough sensation filling my entire soul and vaguely of my cock pumping its seed into my mother's prepared rectum. How did you feel? she asked afterwards. Did sodomizing your mother feel as good as you imagined? Better, I said. Incomparably better. How did you feel? I enjoyed it, she said, more than I thought, Masturbating helps. Epilogue So that's the story of how I ended up sleeping with my mother. In fact, I still sleep with her. And before you ask, no, I don't fuck her ass every night or even every week. Mom is aware of the physical problems that can arise, especially in an older woman, so I can only sodomize her once a month. But it doesn't matter. The rest is just as good! Of course, We're still experimenting: my mother's favorite is bondage. She loves it when I tie her to the bed, gag her, and fuck her hard while biting her nipples. We've tried almost all positions under the sun, even on the kitchen table and, of course, on a sunbed. That had an interesting result, which we'll talk about later. By my order, mom now always wears stockings and garters instead of pantyhose. I've always loved stockings and insist she wear them during sex. Sometimes she asks me to look at her with stockings on. I love putting the garter around her waist and securing it. Then I roll up the stockings over her legs, making sure the reinforcements at the toe and heel are aligned and the seams are straight. Finally, I put the garters on the stockings and she's ready for me. It's so damn erotic! Ah, and once I mentioned that I had seen her licking her fingers after masturbating on the sunbed. She got a little embarrassed and said she was just cleaning her fingers before picking up a book. Then she admitted she liked her smell and taste and encouraged her to do it in front of me. It's so hot! So, what about the sunbed? Well, the next summer we forgot ourselves for a bit and she let me ride her on one of the sunbeds in the backyard. I know I had said that the neighbors always passed by the front... I was getting close to climax when Joan, who lived next door, appeared around the corner of the house. She stopped dead in her tracks and her face turned white, according to mom, then she turned around and ran around the house. What happened afterwards probably deserves a story on its own. Maybe I'll write it someday. The end... or not?
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