Yesterday, my wife and I went to drop off my mom at her house. She had been with us for a week at home and although my wife had a cordial relationship with her, she certainly enjoyed seeing her leave. I suppose it's because women don't know how to share. I suppose even more that it's due to my mother's attentions towards me. You see, let me tell you: my mom is a somewhat intransigent woman. She's cantankerous, perfectionist, and only the devil would make her change her mind. She has that stubborn mentality that only I know how to understand, even my dad had given up on her after so many years. She left and I was the only one left for her. Her eldest son, her best friend.
It goes without saying that we've known each other all our lives. My mother has a bond of trust with me that transcends the normal bond between mother and child. Of all my brothers, I'm the one she trusts most. Of all the people in the house, I'm the one she pays attention to, the only one of her children she listens to. I grew up sleeping between her arms until the night I got married. And I know that for my mother, who was a young woman at her age, and attractive, it was a big sacrifice to devote herself to my upbringing and that of my brothers.
That's why I am the way I am with her. I've been married to Mónica for several years now, but I still go visit my mom twice a week sometimes. Other times, I sleep three days straight. I hug her, her warm, firm, and soft body every night, enjoying her aroma and company. My mother is the sweetest woman in the world, the one who brings me comfort and peace with her hugs. I've found pleasure in looking into her eyes while hugging her, kissing her neck, cheeks, caressing her wrists with tenderness. I watch her close her eyes then, murmuring my name with sweet pleasure, as if my touch were balm. Never has another woman whispered my name like that. 'Samuel' I always hear her whisper in my ear while hugging her tenderly. It satisfies me to be able to give her the peace she needs.
Me makes me want to hug her like she used to do it when I was little, when she would touch me softly to wake up my manly feelings. My mother would bathe me with tenderness and caress my penis with her hands at that time, then I would feel like I was flying. I can't forget that no matter how hard I try. I remember the scene from back then, of me, eight or nine years old, looking at my mom's cleavage while she was washing me. Or better yet, when we would bathe together and I could see her completely naked body. Her large, firm breasts with erect nipples and her Venus mound always shaved.
I still miss bathing together, although I know I shouldn't tempt fate. Back then, my penis could get hard and my mom would just laugh. Now, my 21 centimeters wouldn't be hard to hide and I'm afraid she'll be shocked. Admiring her in this way is something I've made peace with, but I don't want to make her feel guilty.
I remember when I was fifteen and had an erection while hugging her. I pushed her away and told her I didn't want to sleep with her. I was terrified of admitting that my body reacted differently with my mom. But it hurt me even more to think that I was making her suffer. One night, I heard her crying to my dad saying she felt useless. Since then, I've taken her hand to my bed and hugged her gently, putting a pillow between us so she wouldn't notice how hard my erection was.
Since then we're together. I hug her all night until she falls asleep, then I quickly go to Mónica, we make love, and I come back with mom. The nights Mónica and I sleep together, I kiss Mónica's breasts thinking about my mom's breasts and possess her fiercely emptying my semen in her. Mónica would say I was a stud, that I had excellent endurance, and I just shrug it off. I lived this with Mónica for the two years of our relationship, and although I know it bothers her that I sleep with my mother even after we get married, she has gotten used to the idea of being so close to her. After all, if not even my father could separate us... My brothers said my mom treated me differently. They were jealous because Mom was stricter with them while being more flexible and sweet with me. I was the only one who stayed with her during summer vacation when my brothers went away. When my dad divorced her when I was 17, I was the only one who stayed with her while my brothers visited him.
The bond between my mother and me became even closer then. I was the one who hugged my mother as she mourned my father's departure. I remember how it felt. How it hurt that my beautiful, sweet mother had to go through such a bitter pill. It still hurt more knowing she was being disrespected, not touched by my father. You see, this is conflicting. I was born in a small apartment, and grew up between my parents. For me, listening to them having sex in the middle of the night, at least during my early childhood, was a horrible reason for jealousy. I hated my father for many years. I thought my jealousy was because I didn't want him to hurt my mother, but I understood many years later that it was because I wanted to be the one providing her pleasure. That was the point that made me seek out Monica and try to break free from that strong tie.
And for a while, it worked. Monica and my mother both worked at the same place, so sometimes when we got together, she smelled like that mom perfume that drove me crazy. Better still, she touched me with a softness that was like flying. With Monica, I was quite happy during our relationship. She was everything my mom wasn't. Timid, simple, wild and brave at the same time. She dared to do anything unlike my sweet mother.
I wanted to break free from her tie, but it's never been possible. Monica is my wife, but she'll never manage to fill the space where she arrives, my mom. I remember well the last night we slept together before I got married. I came home as usual and took a bath before dinner with my mom, and that night, in a soft tone, when I entered, I saw her wrapped in a silk robe. She seemed sad.
What's going on, old lady? I had asked. It broke my heart to see her like that. My mom, a tall woman, didn't seem to have changed at all from being that beautiful and dazzling lady who made men whistle. She had that beautiful body that had fed me for so long, those hands that had opened my eyes to pleasure, that mouth that had kissed every part of my body with care and sweetness throughout my life. Could there be anything I could deny her?
Can I hug you tonight? she asked, and I nodded. Of course, I said, giving her my hand. Come on, I'll hug you but that wasn't what she meant. Then I see the white silk fabric fall like in slow motion to the floor and the moonlight illuminates that marvelous body. She was naked. Completely naked. I want you to hold me like this she asked And I don't want there to be a pillow between us. I want to feel you
I can draw my expression at that moment. I was terrified, almost crazy with nerves. I didn't want my mom to realize how excited I was seeing her like that! It was my mother, for God's sake! What kind of man masturbates and sleeps with other women thinking about his mom? I was about to lose my head, so I took a step back. I had decided to leave that night, but her eyes, sweet, didn't let me.
I want you to give pleasure to Mom, like when you were a baby she looks at my mother's body from head to toe, her semi-erect breasts with those dark nipples calling me and I swallow hard. I can hug you tonight I say. But I'm not responsible for anything else
I know I sound cold, but it doesn't matter to her. She undresses herself and when she's about to... the pantaloon, I impede it. It's already sufficient to keep my member in check, if I felt her hands as I had felt them before, I knew I would stand up like an arrow and then my secret would be impossible to hide. No I say and see her face color with sadness. I throw her on the bed next to me and kiss her forehead as always. This time, without having a pillow, we are quite close together.
I kiss her forehead, cheeks, and suddenly give her a little nip on the lips. My mother didn't have that old people smell that people used to complain about. At that moment, besides her perfume, her skin smelled fresh, without horrible wrinkles, as if she were with Mónica. I suppose that's the advantage of having children during adolescence, I was already an adult, and my mother's body was so kissable that I couldn't help but kiss her shoulders, collarbone, and climb up to give her a little kiss on the nose while she looked at me with very open eyes.
You're beautiful I whispered in her ear, smiling at her. No one like you, my Zoila, it was then when she whispered my name for the first time, that way she knows. Samuel... and my dormant member gave a start.
I moaned unintentionally and buried my face in the curve of her neck. I was ashamed. Forgive me, Mom, but she didn't respond. Instead, she let a long second pass and when I lifted myself off her, she got out of bed. I thought she would leave, that she would tell me to go to hell with my perversion, but what happened next wasn't what I expected. She made me sit on the edge of the bed and made me take down my pants so that my cock, erect, stood up in front of her. It was well-endowed, I was aware of it, but seeing my mother look at my cock with such admiration almost made me come from pride.
Hi pillín she had whispered, looking at it. You've grown quite a bit. Do you remember me? She touched it and almost wanted to cry from pleasure. Her hand was like an aphrodisiac, never with Mónica or anyone else, There had been so much pleasure from just one touch. You're quite big she kissed my gland And thick she kissed it again. What if...? she put it in her mouth, Shall we have some fun? continued sucking, Like in the old days? she nibbled on my gland, my frenulum, putting my penis in her mouth to give me the best blow job I had ever had. I arched my back towards her and took her head to fuck her in the mouth with my enormous cock. I was so impatient that I almost came but didn't want it to end like that. Zoila I groaned, startled while fucking her. My sweet Zoila... then I finished there, in her mouth, and she, instead of taking it away, drank all my cum, licking every drop that could fall elsewhere.
What yummy is the cum of my boy she murmured in a coarse tone. You don't know how much I wanted to drink it all I looked at her while licking my cock for the remaining semen and then realized reality. She also had all her life wanting me. I lift her towards me, aware that she didn't know what I wanted to do, and throw her on the bed behind me. I climb onto her breasts and start sucking them with fury.
Get me the cum she begged, groaning. Just like this, these are mom's tits. Get me the cum you want I sucked and sucked as if there were no other night, making her twist beneath me as I gave her her first orgasm just by sucking her. Samuel she called urgently. Samuel, get in here, my heaven. I want to feel your cock filling me but I had no plans for that. I released her breasts and went down to her sweet pussy, smelling it like a pastry.
Mama I call softly. What tasty smells the pussy you brought. Does it taste as well as it smells? I saw her smile perversely. Try and see and while sucking, I realized something. She had put honey on her clitoris. You're a genius, mommie I whisper and start licking with pleasure. I lick and give the clitoris tongue until the honey loses its flavor and Her vagina explodes on my face. 'SAAAMUUUEEEEL' I hear it vibrate but keep licking. Two more minutes, another orgasm, and at five minutes, another one. Three orgasms in a ten-minute span. I see my mother almost exhausted lifting her head, sweaty, to look at me.
'That's you who knows how to give Mom pleasure, right? Samuelito?' Then I get up and show her my erection that desperately needs her help to come down. 'I need your help with this, Mom. I can't do it alone' and she opens her legs for me in all her glory.
'Not like that,' I say, taking her hand. 'Mount me' and I lie down on the bed, resting against the railing as she eats the entire length of my cock with her delicious and tight pussy. How could it be so tight after having three kids and being married over twenty years?
'Mommy' I moan while she squeezes her pussy around me, 'Squeeze me like that, I like it. I really like it' She moans at seeing me so excited and starts riding me, the bouncing of her breasts driving me crazy. I lean into her and suck her breasts with my lips as she rides me, all the while masturbating her clitoris with my hands. My mom then gushed, shouting three or four obscenities in the air and when I felt her orgasm vibrating, squeezing her pussy even tighter around my cock, almost making me come with her.
But no, I flip her over underneath me and give it to her hard then. My hard cock penetrating that tight pussy, almost making her cry from pleasure. 'Samuelito, my boy' she moans sweetly. 'Make me yours, Samuel. Break this pussy, samuel. BREAK IT' She screams and I keep penetrating her without mercy. I hear her have another delicious orgasm and feel that familiar pressure on my cock again, then I turn her over in four.
'Get slutty for me, Mom' I ask. 'I want to take you out' And she obeys.
'Samuel' she murmurs still trembling from her last orgasm. 'I can't do it anymore, baby' She says. 'I don't have any more cum left to give you' But then I'm pounding her ass with a fury I can't explain. You can I say, grabbing her by the hair from behind. Give me more cum, mom. GIVE ME YOUR CUM MAMI I yell and continue thrusting into her with force as she screams and moans at the brutality of my thrusts. She's about to come. SAMUEL I hear her scream and feel her coming and this time, with a powerful orgasm, I feel like my cum is squirting out inside her. I penetrate her two or three more times and incorporate her sitting on my legs, back to me, while still penetrating her, that sweet friction being the sweet touch we needed to get through these orgasms.
Seven orgasms in one night she murmured, wiping away my cum that was coming out of her vagina even though I was still filling it. She took it to her lips, licking it. What a stud you've become, my boy she said, and for the first time that night, I kissed her on the lips, savoring my semen in them. I love you, mom I replied, squeezing one of her breasts. And it was true. Until today's sun, no other woman had wanted me more than my mom.
It goes without saying that we've known each other all our lives. My mother has a bond of trust with me that transcends the normal bond between mother and child. Of all my brothers, I'm the one she trusts most. Of all the people in the house, I'm the one she pays attention to, the only one of her children she listens to. I grew up sleeping between her arms until the night I got married. And I know that for my mother, who was a young woman at her age, and attractive, it was a big sacrifice to devote herself to my upbringing and that of my brothers.
That's why I am the way I am with her. I've been married to Mónica for several years now, but I still go visit my mom twice a week sometimes. Other times, I sleep three days straight. I hug her, her warm, firm, and soft body every night, enjoying her aroma and company. My mother is the sweetest woman in the world, the one who brings me comfort and peace with her hugs. I've found pleasure in looking into her eyes while hugging her, kissing her neck, cheeks, caressing her wrists with tenderness. I watch her close her eyes then, murmuring my name with sweet pleasure, as if my touch were balm. Never has another woman whispered my name like that. 'Samuel' I always hear her whisper in my ear while hugging her tenderly. It satisfies me to be able to give her the peace she needs.
Me makes me want to hug her like she used to do it when I was little, when she would touch me softly to wake up my manly feelings. My mother would bathe me with tenderness and caress my penis with her hands at that time, then I would feel like I was flying. I can't forget that no matter how hard I try. I remember the scene from back then, of me, eight or nine years old, looking at my mom's cleavage while she was washing me. Or better yet, when we would bathe together and I could see her completely naked body. Her large, firm breasts with erect nipples and her Venus mound always shaved.
I still miss bathing together, although I know I shouldn't tempt fate. Back then, my penis could get hard and my mom would just laugh. Now, my 21 centimeters wouldn't be hard to hide and I'm afraid she'll be shocked. Admiring her in this way is something I've made peace with, but I don't want to make her feel guilty.
I remember when I was fifteen and had an erection while hugging her. I pushed her away and told her I didn't want to sleep with her. I was terrified of admitting that my body reacted differently with my mom. But it hurt me even more to think that I was making her suffer. One night, I heard her crying to my dad saying she felt useless. Since then, I've taken her hand to my bed and hugged her gently, putting a pillow between us so she wouldn't notice how hard my erection was.
Since then we're together. I hug her all night until she falls asleep, then I quickly go to Mónica, we make love, and I come back with mom. The nights Mónica and I sleep together, I kiss Mónica's breasts thinking about my mom's breasts and possess her fiercely emptying my semen in her. Mónica would say I was a stud, that I had excellent endurance, and I just shrug it off. I lived this with Mónica for the two years of our relationship, and although I know it bothers her that I sleep with my mother even after we get married, she has gotten used to the idea of being so close to her. After all, if not even my father could separate us... My brothers said my mom treated me differently. They were jealous because Mom was stricter with them while being more flexible and sweet with me. I was the only one who stayed with her during summer vacation when my brothers went away. When my dad divorced her when I was 17, I was the only one who stayed with her while my brothers visited him.
The bond between my mother and me became even closer then. I was the one who hugged my mother as she mourned my father's departure. I remember how it felt. How it hurt that my beautiful, sweet mother had to go through such a bitter pill. It still hurt more knowing she was being disrespected, not touched by my father. You see, this is conflicting. I was born in a small apartment, and grew up between my parents. For me, listening to them having sex in the middle of the night, at least during my early childhood, was a horrible reason for jealousy. I hated my father for many years. I thought my jealousy was because I didn't want him to hurt my mother, but I understood many years later that it was because I wanted to be the one providing her pleasure. That was the point that made me seek out Monica and try to break free from that strong tie.
And for a while, it worked. Monica and my mother both worked at the same place, so sometimes when we got together, she smelled like that mom perfume that drove me crazy. Better still, she touched me with a softness that was like flying. With Monica, I was quite happy during our relationship. She was everything my mom wasn't. Timid, simple, wild and brave at the same time. She dared to do anything unlike my sweet mother.
I wanted to break free from her tie, but it's never been possible. Monica is my wife, but she'll never manage to fill the space where she arrives, my mom. I remember well the last night we slept together before I got married. I came home as usual and took a bath before dinner with my mom, and that night, in a soft tone, when I entered, I saw her wrapped in a silk robe. She seemed sad.
What's going on, old lady? I had asked. It broke my heart to see her like that. My mom, a tall woman, didn't seem to have changed at all from being that beautiful and dazzling lady who made men whistle. She had that beautiful body that had fed me for so long, those hands that had opened my eyes to pleasure, that mouth that had kissed every part of my body with care and sweetness throughout my life. Could there be anything I could deny her?
Can I hug you tonight? she asked, and I nodded. Of course, I said, giving her my hand. Come on, I'll hug you but that wasn't what she meant. Then I see the white silk fabric fall like in slow motion to the floor and the moonlight illuminates that marvelous body. She was naked. Completely naked. I want you to hold me like this she asked And I don't want there to be a pillow between us. I want to feel you
I can draw my expression at that moment. I was terrified, almost crazy with nerves. I didn't want my mom to realize how excited I was seeing her like that! It was my mother, for God's sake! What kind of man masturbates and sleeps with other women thinking about his mom? I was about to lose my head, so I took a step back. I had decided to leave that night, but her eyes, sweet, didn't let me.
I want you to give pleasure to Mom, like when you were a baby she looks at my mother's body from head to toe, her semi-erect breasts with those dark nipples calling me and I swallow hard. I can hug you tonight I say. But I'm not responsible for anything else
I know I sound cold, but it doesn't matter to her. She undresses herself and when she's about to... the pantaloon, I impede it. It's already sufficient to keep my member in check, if I felt her hands as I had felt them before, I knew I would stand up like an arrow and then my secret would be impossible to hide. No I say and see her face color with sadness. I throw her on the bed next to me and kiss her forehead as always. This time, without having a pillow, we are quite close together.
I kiss her forehead, cheeks, and suddenly give her a little nip on the lips. My mother didn't have that old people smell that people used to complain about. At that moment, besides her perfume, her skin smelled fresh, without horrible wrinkles, as if she were with Mónica. I suppose that's the advantage of having children during adolescence, I was already an adult, and my mother's body was so kissable that I couldn't help but kiss her shoulders, collarbone, and climb up to give her a little kiss on the nose while she looked at me with very open eyes.
You're beautiful I whispered in her ear, smiling at her. No one like you, my Zoila, it was then when she whispered my name for the first time, that way she knows. Samuel... and my dormant member gave a start.
I moaned unintentionally and buried my face in the curve of her neck. I was ashamed. Forgive me, Mom, but she didn't respond. Instead, she let a long second pass and when I lifted myself off her, she got out of bed. I thought she would leave, that she would tell me to go to hell with my perversion, but what happened next wasn't what I expected. She made me sit on the edge of the bed and made me take down my pants so that my cock, erect, stood up in front of her. It was well-endowed, I was aware of it, but seeing my mother look at my cock with such admiration almost made me come from pride.
Hi pillín she had whispered, looking at it. You've grown quite a bit. Do you remember me? She touched it and almost wanted to cry from pleasure. Her hand was like an aphrodisiac, never with Mónica or anyone else, There had been so much pleasure from just one touch. You're quite big she kissed my gland And thick she kissed it again. What if...? she put it in her mouth, Shall we have some fun? continued sucking, Like in the old days? she nibbled on my gland, my frenulum, putting my penis in her mouth to give me the best blow job I had ever had. I arched my back towards her and took her head to fuck her in the mouth with my enormous cock. I was so impatient that I almost came but didn't want it to end like that. Zoila I groaned, startled while fucking her. My sweet Zoila... then I finished there, in her mouth, and she, instead of taking it away, drank all my cum, licking every drop that could fall elsewhere.
What yummy is the cum of my boy she murmured in a coarse tone. You don't know how much I wanted to drink it all I looked at her while licking my cock for the remaining semen and then realized reality. She also had all her life wanting me. I lift her towards me, aware that she didn't know what I wanted to do, and throw her on the bed behind me. I climb onto her breasts and start sucking them with fury.
Get me the cum she begged, groaning. Just like this, these are mom's tits. Get me the cum you want I sucked and sucked as if there were no other night, making her twist beneath me as I gave her her first orgasm just by sucking her. Samuel she called urgently. Samuel, get in here, my heaven. I want to feel your cock filling me but I had no plans for that. I released her breasts and went down to her sweet pussy, smelling it like a pastry.
Mama I call softly. What tasty smells the pussy you brought. Does it taste as well as it smells? I saw her smile perversely. Try and see and while sucking, I realized something. She had put honey on her clitoris. You're a genius, mommie I whisper and start licking with pleasure. I lick and give the clitoris tongue until the honey loses its flavor and Her vagina explodes on my face. 'SAAAMUUUEEEEL' I hear it vibrate but keep licking. Two more minutes, another orgasm, and at five minutes, another one. Three orgasms in a ten-minute span. I see my mother almost exhausted lifting her head, sweaty, to look at me.
'That's you who knows how to give Mom pleasure, right? Samuelito?' Then I get up and show her my erection that desperately needs her help to come down. 'I need your help with this, Mom. I can't do it alone' and she opens her legs for me in all her glory.
'Not like that,' I say, taking her hand. 'Mount me' and I lie down on the bed, resting against the railing as she eats the entire length of my cock with her delicious and tight pussy. How could it be so tight after having three kids and being married over twenty years?
'Mommy' I moan while she squeezes her pussy around me, 'Squeeze me like that, I like it. I really like it' She moans at seeing me so excited and starts riding me, the bouncing of her breasts driving me crazy. I lean into her and suck her breasts with my lips as she rides me, all the while masturbating her clitoris with my hands. My mom then gushed, shouting three or four obscenities in the air and when I felt her orgasm vibrating, squeezing her pussy even tighter around my cock, almost making me come with her.
But no, I flip her over underneath me and give it to her hard then. My hard cock penetrating that tight pussy, almost making her cry from pleasure. 'Samuelito, my boy' she moans sweetly. 'Make me yours, Samuel. Break this pussy, samuel. BREAK IT' She screams and I keep penetrating her without mercy. I hear her have another delicious orgasm and feel that familiar pressure on my cock again, then I turn her over in four.
'Get slutty for me, Mom' I ask. 'I want to take you out' And she obeys.
'Samuel' she murmurs still trembling from her last orgasm. 'I can't do it anymore, baby' She says. 'I don't have any more cum left to give you' But then I'm pounding her ass with a fury I can't explain. You can I say, grabbing her by the hair from behind. Give me more cum, mom. GIVE ME YOUR CUM MAMI I yell and continue thrusting into her with force as she screams and moans at the brutality of my thrusts. She's about to come. SAMUEL I hear her scream and feel her coming and this time, with a powerful orgasm, I feel like my cum is squirting out inside her. I penetrate her two or three more times and incorporate her sitting on my legs, back to me, while still penetrating her, that sweet friction being the sweet touch we needed to get through these orgasms.
Seven orgasms in one night she murmured, wiping away my cum that was coming out of her vagina even though I was still filling it. She took it to her lips, licking it. What a stud you've become, my boy she said, and for the first time that night, I kissed her on the lips, savoring my semen in them. I love you, mom I replied, squeezing one of her breasts. And it was true. Until today's sun, no other woman had wanted me more than my mom.
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