Hello to all. I'm bringing you a story that has been happening to me over time, some events like those in the first chapters that I think I'll put are developed in distant past but I'll try to put them as if they were in present, until we bring us up to date and with it be able to update week by week.
My mother is a single woman and has been so for most of my life. She and I lived in a studio apartment together just the two of us during my high school years. She educated me as a Christian, and she and I continue to attend church regularly to this day. Before getting to the story that I know you'll want to know, my mother is a beautiful woman for her age, but she's not a supermodel thin. A brunette who is in good shape for a woman between 40 and 50 years old. The closest comparison one can make is like an older Ariella Ferrera for those familiar with the work.
As you probably guessed by the fact that I'm Ariella Ferrera, I'm not the most devout Christian in the world. But my mom always seemed to be the straightest person I knew, being very active in church and living a very pure life. Until 2019. Now, let's get to the story... Like I said, my mom and I lived together in a studio apartment. The arrangements weren't ideal, but we made it work. She slept on the bed and I on the sofa, and we never had any problems whatsoever. One night, I couldn't fall asleep. The stress of attending university was overwhelming me, and I couldn't sleep. I dozed off lightly, but woke up when I heard her moving. I looked at the clock next to my head to see it was around 1:30 am, but looking beyond the clock left me frozen. Beyond the clock, about 1.5 or 2 meters away, were my mom's feet on her bed. I realized her sheets were lifted by her knees and she was moving lightly up and down. Now, being the innocent one, I thought at first that she was just dreaming. But then I heard her. She moaned very softly as she worked to get it. I went back to my normal sleeping position while my mind began to accelerate. I had never thought of my mom in a sexual way, our relationship always being incredibly healthy and strong. But, seeing her move on the bed and listening to her moans, something made me do so. I started thinking about her figure. Of course, it wasn't the typical hot girl from Hollywood, but she had curves. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized those curves were in all the right places.
While thinking about her body, I heard her more labored breathing. I decided to take the risk and turn my head to look a bit more and could see that she was now moving. The sheets were still above her knees, but I realized she was pushing her hips towards my hand as she moved. Then I saw that the sheets were tensing up and she was moaning and starting to tremble. Her orgasm seemed to last an eternity, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was a bit more intense because I knew I was only about half a dozen meters away. She would relax and lower her knees while sighing in relief and rolling onto her side.
I couldn't believe what had just happened, and I couldn't be any more excited. I lay there in the darkness for the next hour with my cock pulsating, thinking about what I had witnessed until I finally fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up to find my mother preparing breakfast and with the most ferocious morning erection I had ever experienced. I sat down on the sofa, and my mother said Good morning! I also gave her good morning and quickly got into the bathroom to probably unload the greatest load of my life.
When I came out of the bathroom, she was still sitting at the table in her pajamas with a sports bra that made her upper chest slightly protrude. I couldn't help but stare at how her athletic bra made her upper chest slightly protrude. I decided to focus on my balls so they wouldn't get hard immediately.
The next night, I went to bed hoping it would happen again like the previous night, but I was left with a disappointing letdown. It didn't happen until I moved away to university. During the time I lived apart from my mother, I discovered this site. I read many posts and always fantasized, but finally accepted that it was something incredible that happened by chance... but then I moved back home...
When I moved back into my mother's apartment because I simply couldn't afford the rent on my own, after my roommate from the room moved when classes in person went away due to COVID. She received me with open arms and things went back to being like before. It was nice.
During about 5 months, everything was totally normal, except for the fact that I now stole glances at her body every time I could. Occasionally she would go shopping with me only so I could climb the stairs behind her and observe her butt. But outside of my own perverted gazes, everything was normal until last night.
Just like those years ago, I woke up to movement. This time when I looked at the clock it was already 2:15 AM. I immediately recognized those sounds that had been repeating in my head for most of the past 3 years. I looked beyond the clock and, indeed, she was there, with her knees raised, her hips moving and agitated breathing.
My heart came out of my chest immediately and my pants got hard inside. Instinctively I started to move from the balls to the cock above the pants, but I held back quickly when I remembered I was listening to my mother. I was in conflict. I was very excited, but also very conscious that I was listening to my mother. While lying there listening to her strong breathing, I decided: To hell with it and took off the elastic from the waist of my underwear and grabbed the cock with my hand to start caressing it.
But the band on the waist slid off my thumb and hit my ear loudly.
I quickly returned to my sleeping position when I heard the creak of her bed and her breathing stopped. I lay there pretending to be asleep for what seemed like an eternity, with my heart racing, until I heard the revealing squeak that told me she had turned over again. I stayed awake thinking I had ruined my chances of it happening again. It passed an hour and almost fell asleep when I heard her breathing Shaken again. My cock started growing immediately while I was listening. I considered the possibility of risking another climax until I heard a soft moan escaping from her mouth. It was clear that she had the impression that I was asleep if she had enough confidence to allow a moan. Her moans became more frequent when she started moving with her. My balls were throbbing almost painfully in my short pants tucked into the belt, but I couldn't risk another incident with the belt's buckle. So this time, I started rubbing my cock through my pants. Never had I been so excited in my life. I was masturbating along with my mother. Her moans weren't getting louder, just more frequent. I was about to reach the limit when I heard her voice muffled while I assume she buried her face in the blanket and came. When I heard that, I felt like I was at the limit and exploded, shooting semen through the belt's buckle onto my stomach and the blanket. But when I started coming, I involuntarily let out a growl that was much louder than I wanted, so I bit down on the blanket to stifle it. After making the growl, I didn't hear her breathing anymore, and I knew she must have heard me. But little later, I heard her sigh in relief and roll over in bed, and that was all. I stayed awake, petrified by the possibility of having been heard, and fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I sat on the sofa and saw mom wasn't home. I went to the fridge to get something to drink and saw there was a note on the fridge. It said: I left for work early today, didn't want to wake you up. Hope you slept well;) I love you! -Mom So that's where I am. I feel like I've been writing this all day and now we're at my problem. The wink face in the note, is she telling me she knows what happened last night? Am I reading too much into this? I don't know, but I'm very interested in seeing Where is this going and what can it have tonight. I'll keep you informed. Thanks for reading.
As you probably guessed by the fact that I'm Ariella Ferrera, I'm not the most devout Christian in the world. But my mom always seemed to be the straightest person I knew, being very active in church and living a very pure life. Until 2019. Now, let's get to the story... Like I said, my mom and I lived together in a studio apartment. The arrangements weren't ideal, but we made it work. She slept on the bed and I on the sofa, and we never had any problems whatsoever. One night, I couldn't fall asleep. The stress of attending university was overwhelming me, and I couldn't sleep. I dozed off lightly, but woke up when I heard her moving. I looked at the clock next to my head to see it was around 1:30 am, but looking beyond the clock left me frozen. Beyond the clock, about 1.5 or 2 meters away, were my mom's feet on her bed. I realized her sheets were lifted by her knees and she was moving lightly up and down. Now, being the innocent one, I thought at first that she was just dreaming. But then I heard her. She moaned very softly as she worked to get it. I went back to my normal sleeping position while my mind began to accelerate. I had never thought of my mom in a sexual way, our relationship always being incredibly healthy and strong. But, seeing her move on the bed and listening to her moans, something made me do so. I started thinking about her figure. Of course, it wasn't the typical hot girl from Hollywood, but she had curves. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized those curves were in all the right places.While thinking about her body, I heard her more labored breathing. I decided to take the risk and turn my head to look a bit more and could see that she was now moving. The sheets were still above her knees, but I realized she was pushing her hips towards my hand as she moved. Then I saw that the sheets were tensing up and she was moaning and starting to tremble. Her orgasm seemed to last an eternity, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was a bit more intense because I knew I was only about half a dozen meters away. She would relax and lower her knees while sighing in relief and rolling onto her side.I couldn't believe what had just happened, and I couldn't be any more excited. I lay there in the darkness for the next hour with my cock pulsating, thinking about what I had witnessed until I finally fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up to find my mother preparing breakfast and with the most ferocious morning erection I had ever experienced. I sat down on the sofa, and my mother said Good morning! I also gave her good morning and quickly got into the bathroom to probably unload the greatest load of my life.
When I came out of the bathroom, she was still sitting at the table in her pajamas with a sports bra that made her upper chest slightly protrude. I couldn't help but stare at how her athletic bra made her upper chest slightly protrude. I decided to focus on my balls so they wouldn't get hard immediately.
The next night, I went to bed hoping it would happen again like the previous night, but I was left with a disappointing letdown. It didn't happen until I moved away to university. During the time I lived apart from my mother, I discovered this site. I read many posts and always fantasized, but finally accepted that it was something incredible that happened by chance... but then I moved back home...
When I moved back into my mother's apartment because I simply couldn't afford the rent on my own, after my roommate from the room moved when classes in person went away due to COVID. She received me with open arms and things went back to being like before. It was nice.
During about 5 months, everything was totally normal, except for the fact that I now stole glances at her body every time I could. Occasionally she would go shopping with me only so I could climb the stairs behind her and observe her butt. But outside of my own perverted gazes, everything was normal until last night.
Just like those years ago, I woke up to movement. This time when I looked at the clock it was already 2:15 AM. I immediately recognized those sounds that had been repeating in my head for most of the past 3 years. I looked beyond the clock and, indeed, she was there, with her knees raised, her hips moving and agitated breathing.
My heart came out of my chest immediately and my pants got hard inside. Instinctively I started to move from the balls to the cock above the pants, but I held back quickly when I remembered I was listening to my mother. I was in conflict. I was very excited, but also very conscious that I was listening to my mother. While lying there listening to her strong breathing, I decided: To hell with it and took off the elastic from the waist of my underwear and grabbed the cock with my hand to start caressing it.
But the band on the waist slid off my thumb and hit my ear loudly.
I quickly returned to my sleeping position when I heard the creak of her bed and her breathing stopped. I lay there pretending to be asleep for what seemed like an eternity, with my heart racing, until I heard the revealing squeak that told me she had turned over again. I stayed awake thinking I had ruined my chances of it happening again. It passed an hour and almost fell asleep when I heard her breathing Shaken again. My cock started growing immediately while I was listening. I considered the possibility of risking another climax until I heard a soft moan escaping from her mouth. It was clear that she had the impression that I was asleep if she had enough confidence to allow a moan. Her moans became more frequent when she started moving with her. My balls were throbbing almost painfully in my short pants tucked into the belt, but I couldn't risk another incident with the belt's buckle. So this time, I started rubbing my cock through my pants. Never had I been so excited in my life. I was masturbating along with my mother. Her moans weren't getting louder, just more frequent. I was about to reach the limit when I heard her voice muffled while I assume she buried her face in the blanket and came. When I heard that, I felt like I was at the limit and exploded, shooting semen through the belt's buckle onto my stomach and the blanket. But when I started coming, I involuntarily let out a growl that was much louder than I wanted, so I bit down on the blanket to stifle it. After making the growl, I didn't hear her breathing anymore, and I knew she must have heard me. But little later, I heard her sigh in relief and roll over in bed, and that was all. I stayed awake, petrified by the possibility of having been heard, and fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I sat on the sofa and saw mom wasn't home. I went to the fridge to get something to drink and saw there was a note on the fridge. It said: I left for work early today, didn't want to wake you up. Hope you slept well;) I love you! -Mom So that's where I am. I feel like I've been writing this all day and now we're at my problem. The wink face in the note, is she telling me she knows what happened last night? Am I reading too much into this? I don't know, but I'm very interested in seeing Where is this going and what can it have tonight. I'll keep you informed. Thanks for reading.
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