Fotos vintage y actuales de Mami - Volvimos!

We're back!We haven't posted in a while, a bit short on new ideas. Until one of those Find's to organize things at home, mom brought me some photos she had saved from when I was young.


When I saw them, a mix of sensations crossed my body and head. First, I thought that Mom looked good as a young woman, that she was already looking good since then and how cool she had it.


After that came a strange nostalgia, a difficult-to-explain feeling, like a certain impotence of not having been part of his life back then, like wanting to have known each other in school, being boyfriends, having our first time together.


Finally, a certain curiosity about how she was with men, how many times my mom must have had sex, if they were advancing quickly, if she had many boyfriends, etc. A mix of jealousy and eroticism invaded me, a lot of heat thinking about trying her body at that age, and jealousy towards those who could have done it.
I told him, mom took it with grace but then his face changed, I don't know if he noticed that his photos heat me up or if he remembered his past adventures but also got super horny. He sat down next to me and said:


Come here little one, mom I'm going to tell you some things I used to do when I was a girl.


He got a kiss on the mouth, unbuttoned a shirt I was wearing, pressed his face into my tits and started telling me stories. You can't imagine how many stories Mom has.


I'd pay attention to his stories while licking his nipples softly and she would let out some moans. He started telling me about the first time he had sex with a boy on the beach, still wearing clothes, and how hot it made him feel. As he continued his story, we kept going at it, lots of frigging, like reliving the moment. I could see my mom super young, living her first experiences, and that drove me crazy.
She could feel the humidity of her pussy through my clothes, she was riding me slowly and intensely. I pushed her harder against me, grabbing her by the ass, squeezing a little, exposing her tits for me to suck, biting her nipples, squeezing them, mom was moaning with pleasure.


I need you to hold me, I can't take it anymore - Mom begged me.


I stopped with her legs wrapped around my waist, banging against wall to wall, took her up to her bed. I undressed her and also myself. I laid her down on the bed, face up. I went straight for her pussy, interchanging soft and intense licks, playing with my tongue and fingers in her pussy. Mom didn't take long to reward me with a tasty blow job in my mouth, moaning with pleasure.
With her honey on my lips I went to meet hers, mom was kissing me with desperation. She threw me down face up, put herself beside me, holding the base of my cock with one hand and putting it all in her mouth. She sucked it for a good while, once already soaked she prepared to ride me. I groaned, moved intensely and deeply, her tits shook in front of my eyes. With juices from her pussy I wet my fingers and while she was riding me started playing with mom's booty. A few minutes more we held out, we both finished together. She stayed on top of me, we kept kissing and caressing each other, soaked in sweat and pleasure until we fell asleep.


Since that day, every now and then, Mom tells me some of her 'goodnight stories'. A small breeze of jealousy wraps around me, but at the same time, I'm extremely excited by her stories and reliving them with her, I feel like I'm traveling back in time to make her mine, again and again...




There are many more stories, maybe it's mom who should tell some just like she does with me. Meanwhile, I'll leave you a series of vintage photos from mom, before and after that!

Comment which photo you like more, if it seems as beautiful to me since always, if they prefer her young and rebellious or, if it were like savoring a good wine, would you want to try her with your years.