Good day, without a doubt the best story I've read, combines what is incest with lesbianism. Accept it, more than one wants to see their mother fuck another woman, besides creating an exciting suspense because the mother didn't tell her son at first that she was going to fuck and he imagines all the time how they make love to his mom, she teaches him a video without any kind of restraint or modesty and tells him about the orgy she was in, he looks for the opportunity and also gets laid, I won't say more, just read it.A lesbian mounts mom
I installed a webcam for my mother and discovered a note under her PC with the nicknames and passwords she used. One of the nicknames left me frozen: Lesbimadura
Well ahead of time, I have absolutely no prejudice against anyone's sexual condition, although in this case it's my mother, but you'll understand my turmoil when, by pure chance, I discovered that my mother was flirting with lesbians.
Hello, I'm Emilio, 31 years old, divorced for almost two years, no kids, living alone in a small apartment in Alcalá de Henares, a city near Madrid, and I have a fairly fluid relationship with my mother, who is 52 years old, also divorced for about five years, lives in Madrid, and considers me her man orchestra because she needs what she needs, so she calls me to help. No, it's not that she's not self-sufficient, which she is, but she feels partly a protective mother with her son and partly useless so I'll be worried about her, because that makes her feel very comfortable and cozy.
She works as a Social Security employee, so she's used to using computers, although she never had one at home. Recently, she installed one and since then, all she does is ask me to install things for her, the latest being a webcam.
It was on those occasions that I discovered a handwritten note under the computer, one of which left me confused: Lesbimadura and the password didn't leave any doubt: Isabel1956, which is my mother's name and birth year.
–Damn, my mother is lesbian– I said to myself, totally perplexed by the discovery, although later I began to rationalize. I never could have imagined that she would have that sexual tendency. The thing is, I looked at her Messenger and modified it to save the history of her conversations. You'll understand that the temptation to discover what my mother was doing in her 'lesbimadura' sessions gave me such morbid curiosity that I couldn't miss the opportunity. Yes, I know what you're thinking: that's spying on my mother, but in effect, it was the morbid curiosity: spying on my mother. After a few days, I went to her house with a lame excuse and took advantage of the fact that she had gone out to buy something, got into her Messenger, and found a reality I couldn't imagine: my mother chatting on a lesbian forum and preparing a weekend getaway to attend the 'First Wild Clams Convention' as they had decided to call a gathering between lesbians from all over, just like the rules they had auto-imposed. Oh man, I had an enormous erection, my mother having sex with lesbians, this was like a movie, I couldn't believe it, but believe me if I tell you that since that very moment what I most longed for, my greatest desire, was to see my mother having sex and being fucked by lesbians. I had never looked at my mother with sexual desire before, but now I couldn't get her out of my head, I imagined her with her legs open, her pussy in the air, and a chick riding her, it was the most of the most. As you can suppose from that moment on, I frequented my mother much more than usual. If you invite me to dinner, if you want me to take you out for a drink, if you want us to go to the mountains... I was dying for her, even though it wasn't about sex, not even hints. But it seems like Goddess Lesbos was on my side and had my first opportunity to talk about sex with her. One day in the afternoon she told me that she was going to spend the weekend with some friends at a rural house. 'Is it just friends or friends and friends?' I asked innocently but with all the intentionality of the world.
–Only friends– she replied laughing, almost, almost with mischief, which I understood and gave me a reason to delve deeper into something more.
–Well, friends with the right to rub against each other– I said laughing too, like a joke, like someone who doesn't want the thing.
–Well, we'll see, who knows, maybe I'll try it and like it– all this while we were laughing together, joking around, as if I didn't know about lesbimadura or The First Wild Clam Convention, but an idea occurred to me in that moment and I blurted it out
–You know what they say, once you try it, you never change again. If you think you might get too strong and want to marry another woman, I ask to be your best man.
–I don't think I'll get that strong, but thanks for the offer–
All this with the same tone of laughter, although if you want me to tell the truth, at that moment it seemed to me that she wasn't saying it so convincingly, so I took advantage of the moment and took another step to see how far my mother would go.
–Do you have a girlfriend? I asked with an intimate tone, with friendship.
–Girlfriend no, I have friends–
she said briefly, although maybe already slightly flushed from the confidentiality of her response.
–And do you like that atmosphere– I asked again with much tact because I was afraid the moment of confidence we were sharing would slip away.
–I love it–
was her most eloquent response
And then came the weekend and I accompanied my mother to the high-speed train station on Friday afternoon. They were going to a cortijo in Córdoba and there, at the station, six girls had agreed to meet, although according to my mother, four others would go directly to the cortijo.
She introduced them to me before we passed through the boarding gate. All of them were more or less my mother's age, some a bit older, although one girl, Silvia, was quite younger, maybe not even 25 years old. She was a beautiful girl, fragile and delicate in appearance, with enchanting eyes, delicious mouth... a precious woman.
-Enjoy yourselves- I said as I was leaving them.
-With so many beautiful women, how can we not have fun?- my mother replied happily and added as a comment to her friends -My son and I don't have secrets.
-Jesus Christ, we did have secrets because apart from the superficial confidences of the other day, we had never talked much more. I didn't know if it was just a sexual adventure between friends or if there was love, I didn't know if she was the type to mount or be mounted, that drove me crazy, sometimes I imagined my mom mounting a woman and fucking her and others I saw her being mounted by a woman and being fucked, but I always imagined her moaning with pleasure, coming, nursing, and being nursed... carried away by such an erection on top of me that I had to pull over in a quiet street and give myself a masturbation imagining my mom in the middle of a lesbian festival.
I called her at least ten times during the weekend, never having been more attentive to my mother than those days. I asked her how she was doing and the very naughty one always said the same thing: wonderfully, but didn't give any more details, I think each day I jerked off for her honor, one of them when I heard a voice in the background saying:
-This is fucking.
-Are you fucking?- I asked drooling.
-No, I'm not fucking- she replied with disdain, although the voice that was previously heard in the background came closer to the phone and couldn't be more explicit:
-She's really fucking, Martina is fucking her.
-I'll let you go, I don't want to interrupt you- I said with regret, but added a comment before hanging up:
-What luck Martina has, whoever she is to be able to fuck her too.
-Good heavens, see you next week, okay?- my mother replied somewhat annoyed by the confession I had just made to her. I had told my mother that I wanted to fuck her and that's what I said while Martina was fucking her.
I never saw her again. until the Wednesday of the next week. She didn't want me to wait for her at the station on Sunday afternoon, she gave me an excuse not to go to her house to see her on Monday and another one on Tuesday, but before I got rejected again on Wednesday, I said:
-If you don't want to see me, don't worry, we'll see each other when you want.
-But heaven, how am I not going to want to see you? Come later at eight and let's have dinner together and I'll tell you things, plus I have a video that a friend made and if you want we can watch it together.
-Jesus Christ, I had a date with my mom, besides she was offering to watch a video of the First Wild Clam Convention. I was so nervous I looked at the clock every five minutes. The hours seemed endless, but eight o'clock arrived and like a nail, I walked into my mom's house.
-I gave her a superficial kiss, but she hugged me warmly and said:
-How silly you are, how am I not going to want to see you.
-No woman, maybe I was wrong the other day when I called you.
-No heaven, it's that when you called Martina I was having sex and wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, so I didn't answer like you deserve- she replied laughing and with a certain playfulness.
-So, you were having sex- I said laughing too.
-Course, we went for that- she said.
-The thing is that dinner passed between laughter, spicy jokes, hints and indirects, although everything revolved around the same thing: The First Wild Clam Convention.
-One of my friends is a graduate in image and sound and has made a video of the meeting, do you want to see it?- she offered as dessert after a light meal but loaded with eroticism.
-Well, if there's nothing else on TV let's watch it- I said laughing but impatiently, very impatiently.
-We went to her room which is where she has a kind of office, with a table, her computer and a very comfortable armchair. I sat down on a bench that serves as a shoe rack and she put the video on. computer. The video was already loaded on the hard drive, it seems I had seen it a few times before.
The video wasn't a homemade movie, not even close, it was the careful work of a professional. Its excellent layout, spectacular presentation, suggestive background music, let's say an excellent technically perfect job, but the images it projected, oh! the images, that's pure eroticism.
There was no explicit sex, I mean you never saw them fucking, although the whole video was about how they were screwing, kissing, licking each other, eating each other out.
The scenes with Silvia particularly caught my attention, the youngest of all. Just like when I met her at the station, she had a precious body, a bum to eat, tits to delight in sucking and a dick that was pure cream. Although everyone probably thought the same because everyone went through her dick, they were all over her bum and sucked her tits, even my mom included.
As for my mom, Martina was her benefactor because she had screwed her to her liking.
That girl has your sympathy, I said to my mom while watching a scene where she was being screwed cowboy style.
Yes, I have a liking for her he said laughing, although I already told them that there was no explicit sex scene in the movie. The film was so masterfully shot that you could sense everything even if nothing was visible, concentrated eroticism.
As you can imagine, I was so turned on that I didn't see the opportunity to throw myself at my mom, but as I said before, it seemed like God Lesbos was on my side. It looked like one of the rituals was shaving the bush off first-timers and that's what they did to my mom and another lady, one of the oldest women at the gathering, who by the way had a majestic afro.
Have they shaved your bush? I asked Mom in front of the obvious scene we were witnessing.
Yes, I feel very comfortable, she said with no hint of embarrassment. I don't know why, but it seemed to me that my mom was also turned on at that moment.
Jesus Christ, how passed out I said amazed. I've never seen a woman's shaved bush in real life, can I see it? while sticking my hand between her legs looking for her shaved pussy.
She didn't say anything, but opened her legs slightly and made it easy for me to access the cave of happiness. It was wet, dripping with fluid, its touch was soft, silky... I couldn't help myself and got down on my knees in front of her and searched for her shaved bush with my tongue and sucked it with all my might.
Her bittersweet flavor was a delight, she grabbed my head with her hands and buried me between her legs. I was hallucinating while she opened her legs wider and wider so I could suck it. She had an orgasm that more than moaning howled like a she-wolf in heat.
Even as she was giving her last gasps of pleasure, I picked her up and gently laid her on her bed, while climbing on top of her and fucking her.
It was like a madness of pleasure. I came inside her with such passion that I don't remember ever coming so spectacularly. I had fucked my mom who was also being fucked by me. A lesbian and it seemed that from now on she would have to compete with Martina to see who could do it more times, although something was starting to circle in my head. That delicious would be seeing Martina riding my mother and then I'd ride her. alabardero3@hotmail.comTaken from: http://www.todorelatos.com/relato/60259/
The image was taken from the internet, I've searched and there are no photos of that orgy. I hope you comment and share your experiences or sensations after reading the story.
I installed a webcam for my mother and discovered a note under her PC with the nicknames and passwords she used. One of the nicknames left me frozen: Lesbimadura
Well ahead of time, I have absolutely no prejudice against anyone's sexual condition, although in this case it's my mother, but you'll understand my turmoil when, by pure chance, I discovered that my mother was flirting with lesbians.
Hello, I'm Emilio, 31 years old, divorced for almost two years, no kids, living alone in a small apartment in Alcalá de Henares, a city near Madrid, and I have a fairly fluid relationship with my mother, who is 52 years old, also divorced for about five years, lives in Madrid, and considers me her man orchestra because she needs what she needs, so she calls me to help. No, it's not that she's not self-sufficient, which she is, but she feels partly a protective mother with her son and partly useless so I'll be worried about her, because that makes her feel very comfortable and cozy.
She works as a Social Security employee, so she's used to using computers, although she never had one at home. Recently, she installed one and since then, all she does is ask me to install things for her, the latest being a webcam.
It was on those occasions that I discovered a handwritten note under the computer, one of which left me confused: Lesbimadura and the password didn't leave any doubt: Isabel1956, which is my mother's name and birth year.
–Damn, my mother is lesbian– I said to myself, totally perplexed by the discovery, although later I began to rationalize. I never could have imagined that she would have that sexual tendency. The thing is, I looked at her Messenger and modified it to save the history of her conversations. You'll understand that the temptation to discover what my mother was doing in her 'lesbimadura' sessions gave me such morbid curiosity that I couldn't miss the opportunity. Yes, I know what you're thinking: that's spying on my mother, but in effect, it was the morbid curiosity: spying on my mother. After a few days, I went to her house with a lame excuse and took advantage of the fact that she had gone out to buy something, got into her Messenger, and found a reality I couldn't imagine: my mother chatting on a lesbian forum and preparing a weekend getaway to attend the 'First Wild Clams Convention' as they had decided to call a gathering between lesbians from all over, just like the rules they had auto-imposed. Oh man, I had an enormous erection, my mother having sex with lesbians, this was like a movie, I couldn't believe it, but believe me if I tell you that since that very moment what I most longed for, my greatest desire, was to see my mother having sex and being fucked by lesbians. I had never looked at my mother with sexual desire before, but now I couldn't get her out of my head, I imagined her with her legs open, her pussy in the air, and a chick riding her, it was the most of the most. As you can suppose from that moment on, I frequented my mother much more than usual. If you invite me to dinner, if you want me to take you out for a drink, if you want us to go to the mountains... I was dying for her, even though it wasn't about sex, not even hints. But it seems like Goddess Lesbos was on my side and had my first opportunity to talk about sex with her. One day in the afternoon she told me that she was going to spend the weekend with some friends at a rural house. 'Is it just friends or friends and friends?' I asked innocently but with all the intentionality of the world.
–Only friends– she replied laughing, almost, almost with mischief, which I understood and gave me a reason to delve deeper into something more.
–Well, friends with the right to rub against each other– I said laughing too, like a joke, like someone who doesn't want the thing.
–Well, we'll see, who knows, maybe I'll try it and like it– all this while we were laughing together, joking around, as if I didn't know about lesbimadura or The First Wild Clam Convention, but an idea occurred to me in that moment and I blurted it out
–You know what they say, once you try it, you never change again. If you think you might get too strong and want to marry another woman, I ask to be your best man.
–I don't think I'll get that strong, but thanks for the offer–
All this with the same tone of laughter, although if you want me to tell the truth, at that moment it seemed to me that she wasn't saying it so convincingly, so I took advantage of the moment and took another step to see how far my mother would go.
–Do you have a girlfriend? I asked with an intimate tone, with friendship.
–Girlfriend no, I have friends–
she said briefly, although maybe already slightly flushed from the confidentiality of her response.
–And do you like that atmosphere– I asked again with much tact because I was afraid the moment of confidence we were sharing would slip away.
–I love it–
was her most eloquent response
And then came the weekend and I accompanied my mother to the high-speed train station on Friday afternoon. They were going to a cortijo in Córdoba and there, at the station, six girls had agreed to meet, although according to my mother, four others would go directly to the cortijo.
She introduced them to me before we passed through the boarding gate. All of them were more or less my mother's age, some a bit older, although one girl, Silvia, was quite younger, maybe not even 25 years old. She was a beautiful girl, fragile and delicate in appearance, with enchanting eyes, delicious mouth... a precious woman.
-Enjoy yourselves- I said as I was leaving them.
-With so many beautiful women, how can we not have fun?- my mother replied happily and added as a comment to her friends -My son and I don't have secrets.
-Jesus Christ, we did have secrets because apart from the superficial confidences of the other day, we had never talked much more. I didn't know if it was just a sexual adventure between friends or if there was love, I didn't know if she was the type to mount or be mounted, that drove me crazy, sometimes I imagined my mom mounting a woman and fucking her and others I saw her being mounted by a woman and being fucked, but I always imagined her moaning with pleasure, coming, nursing, and being nursed... carried away by such an erection on top of me that I had to pull over in a quiet street and give myself a masturbation imagining my mom in the middle of a lesbian festival.
I called her at least ten times during the weekend, never having been more attentive to my mother than those days. I asked her how she was doing and the very naughty one always said the same thing: wonderfully, but didn't give any more details, I think each day I jerked off for her honor, one of them when I heard a voice in the background saying:
-This is fucking.
-Are you fucking?- I asked drooling.
-No, I'm not fucking- she replied with disdain, although the voice that was previously heard in the background came closer to the phone and couldn't be more explicit:
-She's really fucking, Martina is fucking her.
-I'll let you go, I don't want to interrupt you- I said with regret, but added a comment before hanging up:
-What luck Martina has, whoever she is to be able to fuck her too.
-Good heavens, see you next week, okay?- my mother replied somewhat annoyed by the confession I had just made to her. I had told my mother that I wanted to fuck her and that's what I said while Martina was fucking her.
I never saw her again. until the Wednesday of the next week. She didn't want me to wait for her at the station on Sunday afternoon, she gave me an excuse not to go to her house to see her on Monday and another one on Tuesday, but before I got rejected again on Wednesday, I said:
-If you don't want to see me, don't worry, we'll see each other when you want.
-But heaven, how am I not going to want to see you? Come later at eight and let's have dinner together and I'll tell you things, plus I have a video that a friend made and if you want we can watch it together.
-Jesus Christ, I had a date with my mom, besides she was offering to watch a video of the First Wild Clam Convention. I was so nervous I looked at the clock every five minutes. The hours seemed endless, but eight o'clock arrived and like a nail, I walked into my mom's house.
-I gave her a superficial kiss, but she hugged me warmly and said:
-How silly you are, how am I not going to want to see you.
-No woman, maybe I was wrong the other day when I called you.
-No heaven, it's that when you called Martina I was having sex and wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, so I didn't answer like you deserve- she replied laughing and with a certain playfulness.
-So, you were having sex- I said laughing too.
-Course, we went for that- she said.
-The thing is that dinner passed between laughter, spicy jokes, hints and indirects, although everything revolved around the same thing: The First Wild Clam Convention.
-One of my friends is a graduate in image and sound and has made a video of the meeting, do you want to see it?- she offered as dessert after a light meal but loaded with eroticism.
-Well, if there's nothing else on TV let's watch it- I said laughing but impatiently, very impatiently.
-We went to her room which is where she has a kind of office, with a table, her computer and a very comfortable armchair. I sat down on a bench that serves as a shoe rack and she put the video on. computer. The video was already loaded on the hard drive, it seems I had seen it a few times before.
The video wasn't a homemade movie, not even close, it was the careful work of a professional. Its excellent layout, spectacular presentation, suggestive background music, let's say an excellent technically perfect job, but the images it projected, oh! the images, that's pure eroticism.
There was no explicit sex, I mean you never saw them fucking, although the whole video was about how they were screwing, kissing, licking each other, eating each other out.
The scenes with Silvia particularly caught my attention, the youngest of all. Just like when I met her at the station, she had a precious body, a bum to eat, tits to delight in sucking and a dick that was pure cream. Although everyone probably thought the same because everyone went through her dick, they were all over her bum and sucked her tits, even my mom included.
As for my mom, Martina was her benefactor because she had screwed her to her liking.
That girl has your sympathy, I said to my mom while watching a scene where she was being screwed cowboy style.
Yes, I have a liking for her he said laughing, although I already told them that there was no explicit sex scene in the movie. The film was so masterfully shot that you could sense everything even if nothing was visible, concentrated eroticism.As you can imagine, I was so turned on that I didn't see the opportunity to throw myself at my mom, but as I said before, it seemed like God Lesbos was on my side. It looked like one of the rituals was shaving the bush off first-timers and that's what they did to my mom and another lady, one of the oldest women at the gathering, who by the way had a majestic afro.
Have they shaved your bush? I asked Mom in front of the obvious scene we were witnessing.
Yes, I feel very comfortable, she said with no hint of embarrassment. I don't know why, but it seemed to me that my mom was also turned on at that moment.
Jesus Christ, how passed out I said amazed. I've never seen a woman's shaved bush in real life, can I see it? while sticking my hand between her legs looking for her shaved pussy.
She didn't say anything, but opened her legs slightly and made it easy for me to access the cave of happiness. It was wet, dripping with fluid, its touch was soft, silky... I couldn't help myself and got down on my knees in front of her and searched for her shaved bush with my tongue and sucked it with all my might.
Her bittersweet flavor was a delight, she grabbed my head with her hands and buried me between her legs. I was hallucinating while she opened her legs wider and wider so I could suck it. She had an orgasm that more than moaning howled like a she-wolf in heat.
Even as she was giving her last gasps of pleasure, I picked her up and gently laid her on her bed, while climbing on top of her and fucking her.
It was like a madness of pleasure. I came inside her with such passion that I don't remember ever coming so spectacularly. I had fucked my mom who was also being fucked by me. A lesbian and it seemed that from now on she would have to compete with Martina to see who could do it more times, although something was starting to circle in my head. That delicious would be seeing Martina riding my mother and then I'd ride her. alabardero3@hotmail.comTaken from: http://www.todorelatos.com/relato/60259/
The image was taken from the internet, I've searched and there are no photos of that orgy. I hope you comment and share your experiences or sensations after reading the story.
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