I confess that I have quite a few memories, flashes that come to my mind of a time when I was still not a man, a time when sexuality was awakening in my adolescent body. It was a time when I for you were a child, your child, and you for me began to be something more than a mother. So many years have passed since everything started.
I remember that when I was just a child, you never had any qualms about showing your naked body, not until well into my adolescence when you started to show yourself more modestly, although perhaps too late to prevent the torrent of hormones circulating through my body from igniting desire. There were two scenes in particular that burned themselves into my brain and I could never erase them from my head.
The first time was a summer at the grandparents' house. In that large room with two beds, one big for Dad and you, and another smaller one for me. It was July and Dad wouldn't be coming until August. I must have been 14 or 15 years old and as every afternoon we would all retreat to the room during siesta time due to the unbearable heat that followed us day after day. You lay down across your bed, facing away from me, reading a magazine while I did the same in mine with a comic book.
You were there, in your nightgown, distracted by your magazine when my eyes landed on your slightly parted legs. My curiosity got the better of me and I started wondering if you wore panties or not, my bet was no. Slowly, I changed positions until my line of sight was directly pointing at your legs, and indeed, there was no fabric blocking my view of your sex. For long minutes, I stood there, mesmerized by your exposed pussy before my eyes while I also read.
Although young and with a pretty face, you weren't already a woman with a flag-like body, the figure took me over as soon as you had me, yet here I was completely enthralled, contemplating the pussy of my mother. Simply it seemed to me the most beautiful thing in the world, that cut drawn between your legs by thick vaginal lips seemed completely delicious to me. I was sleeping awake with sliding my hand between your legs, caressing you and that delicious sex with scarce and silky hair through which I came into the world, feeling in my fingers the touch of your vaginal lips and being able to sink a finger feeling your warmth. I wanted to bring my face closer to smell it and kiss it. As it could not be otherwise, my excitement increased and the erection in my groin ended up even being painful. The blood rushed to my head with that unconfessable game of spies and with each movement of your body my heart accelerated and beat more and more strongly. Then you changed position flexing your knee and your right leg advanced slightly, leaving it even more exposed to my lustful gazes, the delicious maternal pussy remained with its relaxed lips and slightly open, that was too much for me. My hand exerted pressure on my penis and in a few seconds the contractions began to run through me, spilling without remedy onto my underwear. It wasn't a copious orgasm, but it was enough to stain my underwear which I wore all day until after the night bath they went straight to the washing machine, hoping no one would notice. Since that day, the image of your sex has not been able to leave my head, the delicious pussy that I admired that afternoon until I ended up running away at a short distance from you, your sex, your pussy, mom's pussy. The second time was at home, it must have been about two years later, I don't remember the time of year but it didn't need to be cold because of how you dressed. It was in the kitchen and contrary to what I remember as not very usual, you were barely wearing a top, probably because it was morning after waking up and you went like you had just slept, the truth is that all Those details are already blurry for me. If I remember, however, with total clarity that your only clothing consisted of a Papa's strapless top, nothing more. You were barefoot and that top covered what it was supposed to cover, not much. The aforementioned top barely covered your ass. Your breasts were only partially covered, and the nipples stood out clearly.
Don't ask me what I was doing in the kitchen with you like that, no idea, but there I was thinking:
-Jesus Christ, I'm getting red-hot.
When suddenly it happened, something that would only happen in movies. -It can't be- I thought.
But indeed something had fallen to the floor and with all naturalness you bent down to pick it up. Legs slightly apart and torso rotating forward without barely flexing your knees. You already know the result, your ass and pussy totally exposed before my eyes. The image of that delicious pussy with its fleshy lips slightly open hit me so hard that I was about to start bleeding from the nose like some of the manga characters I read back then. –¡Alaaa!- Escaped from my mouth.
-What are you saying?- You asked while getting up.
-No, nothing.
I remember wandering around the kitchen, from one side to the other, without really having anything to do while trying to enjoy your body and prolong the show as much as possible. Finally, like a good teenager, those fleeting seconds of vision were enough to keep me excited for days.
By then I already used to spy on you and try to enjoy the sight of your body as much as possible, but that day I had an unexpected prize and ended up searching for one of your used bras in the washing machine to be able to touch them and smell them, feel them between my fingers and roll them around my penis until I came in them instead of being able to do it in your precious pussy.
There have been so many times when you were the most delicious and sexy woman to me. Do you remember all those times when you... Would you scratch my back? You made me the happiest man in the world every time you hinted at it. I usually would put off, but I was really looking forward to it. Being able to caress your skin with the tips of my fingers in search of those small imperfections was extremely sensual, but, do you know? There were practically no pimples on your back. At most four or five per session, that's all I could find there.
However, those sessions would prolong for minutes and minutes as I slid my hand up and down, enjoying the contact with your skin. - There's no more mom.
I'd say finally, hoping your response would be the one that let me keep enjoying your precious body. - Is there no more? Well then, in the legs then.- You'd answer, satisfying me without knowing it.
Certainly, you didn't have pimples on your legs either, only some occasional hair just beneath the skin about to appear, but I was busy searching for even the smallest imperfection with my fingers.
I always started by your precious twins, I caressed them with the tips of my fingers for a good while until they were conveniently inspected and thus able to climb up over your knees. With what delight I would traverse your thighs, the friction of your skin was my paradise.
Discreetly, I always tried to climb up as far as possible on your thighs in search of those evil pimples. The interior of your thighs attracted me like a magnet. My heart beat faster according to my hands ventured into forbidden territories and you set that limit depending on whether you were wearing or not the underwear. I remember how more than once you would put on the underwear so that I could keep removing the pimples down there, which I especially lamented.
Your skin became softer and softer as my fingers approached your crotch and some hair poked out incredibly sexy. Sometimes I had the luck of to contemplate fleetingly your precious pussy as a reward for all my concealed effort, the excitement I felt with it was incredible
There was a time when one of those grandma's old panties that you used to wear deteriorated in the crotch area, appearing a small tear along the seam. When you wore those big grandma's old panties, you had less care and spread your legs farther apart while I searched anxiously for pimples. You can't imagine how much I could enjoy thanks to that small tear in the fabric that chance wanted to place just above the lips of your sex. It was little more than a centimeter of your crotch area that remained uncovered, but it seemed so voluptuous, delicious and juicy to me that my mouth would literally water. What I would have liked is to take my fingers to that gap to continue searching among the precious lips of your pussy.
When I sometimes tried to be bolder and climb too high up your legs you would protest softly telling me to look lower and once, when I said there were no pimples down there and nothing was wrong, you were more specific saying you felt strange if I looked for it there and that I should look lower.
Was the word rare the one you used? I don't know if that was the exact word or if you said it in a different way, but to me it would be just a phrase, I tried to give it a meaning in my head and obviously the meaning assigned responded more to my own desire than any reality.
-You're excited, that means she gets excited when I caress her thighs and butt.- That's what I thought for myself, poor fool, right?
I wish you could understand how special those minutes were for me when I used to caress your body. You were and still are the most precious woman in the world and I would have made love to each of those days.
I would like to go over your body again with my hands and fill you with caresses, although probably today It would be bolder. I'd slide the tip of my fingers over your skin, making it erect, then move on to a more intense massage using all of my hands. No more tickling, this time they'd be bold caresses, caresses for a precious woman from her most faithful admirer. I wonder what you'll think if you ever read these lines. I apologize if I've disappointed or bothered you with my words, certainly I must be an illusion to think of recrossing your body with my hands after all that I've written.
I'd like to caress you and make you feel like the precious and sexy woman that my eyes see for more years than pass. Take off your clothes and admire your naked body, kiss you and whisper in your ear how precious you are while feeling your breasts pressing against mine, kiss you sweetly and savor your voluptuous lips. I'd like to take your hand and lead you to bed to lie down on your stomach and recross your body without any barriers.
Ask you to relax and run my hands over your back. Climb with my thumbs up your spine until I reach your shoulders and massage them while you breathe sweetly. Pour some cream on your back and work it out, releasing tensions as my hands descend to your waist. I'd gaze at your ass for a moment before starting to work your glutes, making them shine with a fine layer of body milk.
I've dreamed many times of caressing your bare butt, reaching it from your thighs and taking one buttock in each hand, separating them slightly and discovering the precious lips of your sex, shining and juicy, peeking out between your flesh. I'd keep caressing your thighs and legs until I reach your feet and start my ascent again, covering your body with kisses this time.
I'd kiss your ankles, kiss your thighs at mid-height, kiss each one of the dimples on your butt, kiss your back repeatedly as I descend, kiss your shoulders, kiss you... After parting your hair, I would search for your ear to kiss it and whisper in your ear. -Mom is already here. Will you turn around? Do you know Mom? It's very likely that by now, as I'm whispering in your ear how beautiful you are and asking you to turn around, you can already feel my erection pressing against your naked body. Will you turn around? If so, thank you very much, precious. I know you'll be a bit lazy while turning around, feeling somewhat embarrassed knowing that your naked body is capturing all my attention and probably your eyes will focus on my present erection between my legs for a moment before our eyes meet. Lying beside you, I'll search for your lips to kiss them gently, kissing every corner of your face and my open mouth seeking yours while my hand caresses your stomach, rising in search of your breasts. I'll take your tits with my hands and caress them, feeling the rich nipples hardening between my fingers as I kiss your neck and whispering to you how much I desire you through whispers. My mouth will want to go down to your breasts, kissing them, licking them, and sucking your nipples, the flavor of your skin will be delicious for my mouth that will pass from one nipple to another eager to be yours again. I imagine you caressing my head and breathing heavily while I'm debauching your tits and my hand slides down to your stomach. I want to caress your pubis while my heart is racing, I want to feel the soft hair between my fingers and dream that your legs will open when my hand descends to gently caress your sex. My playful fingers will run along the lips of your pussy while my hungry mouth savors your life-giving breasts only leaving them to tell you again and again how much I love you. My fingers will increase the pressure sliding easily into your little thing, I imagine it wet and hot, while a tiny gasp escapes from your mouth. I'll play with your clitoris, caressing it in circles, your breathing will become agitated making your... Breasts rise and fall, moistened and shining with my saliva. I'll leave your nipples and climb up to your mouth, kissing you again while my fingers play, sinking between the lips of your little one, looking at your eyes to tell you that I'm dying to eat you all before starting to descend down your body, flooding you with kisses. Situated between your legs, I'll take hold of both thighs to separate them and bring them back, leaving you completely exposed to me. The flush will color your cheeks and a flash of happiness will illuminate my eyes as I adore your sacred sex offered before me. I'll kiss the inner surface of the thighs on the way to the only spring capable of quenching my thirst and when I reach your little hole, I'll kiss it very sweetly knowing that I'm kissing the sacred treasure I've longed for so much. Fill my lungs with the perfume of your sex and my thumb fingers will separate their lips showing me the inner glow. My thirst will increase and I won't be able to resist satisfying myself any longer. My tongue will slide slowly from bottom to top, buried between the lips, tracing the entire length of your cunt and savoring the sweetest nectar while a moan escapes from your mouth. I want to play with my tongue in every fold and crevice of your sex, lick it, suck on the lips, and lap up the clitoris. I want you to feel, mom, I want you to feel so sexy, precious, and desired as you are, I want to drink every drop of liquid that your blessed cave offers me, play with my fingers while my tongue flutters desperate for giving you pleasure, I want to take you to an intense orgasm and drink every drop of flow that your pussy releases while caressing my head and squeezing it between your legs so that my tongue can sink deeper and deeper. I want to enjoy each contraction of your sex with my mouth and think I'll keep licking you until you regain control of your body and relax the rhythm of your breathing, my love. Only then will I leave your delicious sex. To climb up kissing your body until I reach the height of your precious red-cheeked face and kiss you again, whispering how much I love and adore you while my hardened penis leans on your moist sex. You can't imagine how eager I am to enter you, feel your warmth and humidity envelop me. I wish you would hold my cock with your hand and slide the glans up and down along your slit while we kiss tenderly. I want to feel your moisture soaking the foreskin just before you place it at the entrance of your cave and invite me to enter it. I love, desire, and adore you, I'll say while slowly sinking into your interior, looking at you. I want to feel every millimeter of your vulva embracing me, opening up for me, welcoming me in. I want our breathing to synchronize between kisses and gasps, our bodies moving as one, driving deep and slow, then withdrawing to sink back into you while we hug tightly. I want to tell you I love you with every hip thrust, I want to hear a thread of voice coming from your mouth saying -And you too, my son. I desire feeling the embrace of your pussy around my cock, and your moisture moistening me, I want to say -Mom, I'm going to come- and have you respond with a simple -Yes, go ahead, son-. I'll drive in with force when I feel I can't resist anymore, one, two, three more times at most, while feeling my whole body contract and starting to pour into your interior, almost crying from pleasure, telling you how much I love you once and a million times while your sex tightens around my cock, contracting with each of the semen discharges pouring into your interior, noting how a wave of flow moistens me as we both reach that indescribable love orgasm. Slowly calm down, breathe deeply, recover our breath, embracing without leaving yours, feeling like my penis slowly relaxes until it slides out of your treasure and all this is between infinite kisses until... falling asleep embracing each other both of us. Running together at the same time, giving ourselves that orgasm, that special love only you and I can share mom, that would be my greatest longing, my greatest madness, my greatest secret. I wonder what you'll think if you read all this, how you'll feel, what will go through your head. Please just take it as what it is for me, an act of love towards the most special and indescribable woman who has ever set foot on earth, but if I've bothered or inconvenienced you in any way I must ask you to forgive me mom and that you'll forgive me for it, I know you will mom. I love you.
I remember that when I was just a child, you never had any qualms about showing your naked body, not until well into my adolescence when you started to show yourself more modestly, although perhaps too late to prevent the torrent of hormones circulating through my body from igniting desire. There were two scenes in particular that burned themselves into my brain and I could never erase them from my head.
The first time was a summer at the grandparents' house. In that large room with two beds, one big for Dad and you, and another smaller one for me. It was July and Dad wouldn't be coming until August. I must have been 14 or 15 years old and as every afternoon we would all retreat to the room during siesta time due to the unbearable heat that followed us day after day. You lay down across your bed, facing away from me, reading a magazine while I did the same in mine with a comic book.
You were there, in your nightgown, distracted by your magazine when my eyes landed on your slightly parted legs. My curiosity got the better of me and I started wondering if you wore panties or not, my bet was no. Slowly, I changed positions until my line of sight was directly pointing at your legs, and indeed, there was no fabric blocking my view of your sex. For long minutes, I stood there, mesmerized by your exposed pussy before my eyes while I also read.
Although young and with a pretty face, you weren't already a woman with a flag-like body, the figure took me over as soon as you had me, yet here I was completely enthralled, contemplating the pussy of my mother. Simply it seemed to me the most beautiful thing in the world, that cut drawn between your legs by thick vaginal lips seemed completely delicious to me. I was sleeping awake with sliding my hand between your legs, caressing you and that delicious sex with scarce and silky hair through which I came into the world, feeling in my fingers the touch of your vaginal lips and being able to sink a finger feeling your warmth. I wanted to bring my face closer to smell it and kiss it. As it could not be otherwise, my excitement increased and the erection in my groin ended up even being painful. The blood rushed to my head with that unconfessable game of spies and with each movement of your body my heart accelerated and beat more and more strongly. Then you changed position flexing your knee and your right leg advanced slightly, leaving it even more exposed to my lustful gazes, the delicious maternal pussy remained with its relaxed lips and slightly open, that was too much for me. My hand exerted pressure on my penis and in a few seconds the contractions began to run through me, spilling without remedy onto my underwear. It wasn't a copious orgasm, but it was enough to stain my underwear which I wore all day until after the night bath they went straight to the washing machine, hoping no one would notice. Since that day, the image of your sex has not been able to leave my head, the delicious pussy that I admired that afternoon until I ended up running away at a short distance from you, your sex, your pussy, mom's pussy. The second time was at home, it must have been about two years later, I don't remember the time of year but it didn't need to be cold because of how you dressed. It was in the kitchen and contrary to what I remember as not very usual, you were barely wearing a top, probably because it was morning after waking up and you went like you had just slept, the truth is that all Those details are already blurry for me. If I remember, however, with total clarity that your only clothing consisted of a Papa's strapless top, nothing more. You were barefoot and that top covered what it was supposed to cover, not much. The aforementioned top barely covered your ass. Your breasts were only partially covered, and the nipples stood out clearly.
Don't ask me what I was doing in the kitchen with you like that, no idea, but there I was thinking:
-Jesus Christ, I'm getting red-hot.
When suddenly it happened, something that would only happen in movies. -It can't be- I thought.
But indeed something had fallen to the floor and with all naturalness you bent down to pick it up. Legs slightly apart and torso rotating forward without barely flexing your knees. You already know the result, your ass and pussy totally exposed before my eyes. The image of that delicious pussy with its fleshy lips slightly open hit me so hard that I was about to start bleeding from the nose like some of the manga characters I read back then. –¡Alaaa!- Escaped from my mouth.
-What are you saying?- You asked while getting up.
-No, nothing.
I remember wandering around the kitchen, from one side to the other, without really having anything to do while trying to enjoy your body and prolong the show as much as possible. Finally, like a good teenager, those fleeting seconds of vision were enough to keep me excited for days.
By then I already used to spy on you and try to enjoy the sight of your body as much as possible, but that day I had an unexpected prize and ended up searching for one of your used bras in the washing machine to be able to touch them and smell them, feel them between my fingers and roll them around my penis until I came in them instead of being able to do it in your precious pussy.
There have been so many times when you were the most delicious and sexy woman to me. Do you remember all those times when you... Would you scratch my back? You made me the happiest man in the world every time you hinted at it. I usually would put off, but I was really looking forward to it. Being able to caress your skin with the tips of my fingers in search of those small imperfections was extremely sensual, but, do you know? There were practically no pimples on your back. At most four or five per session, that's all I could find there.
However, those sessions would prolong for minutes and minutes as I slid my hand up and down, enjoying the contact with your skin. - There's no more mom.
I'd say finally, hoping your response would be the one that let me keep enjoying your precious body. - Is there no more? Well then, in the legs then.- You'd answer, satisfying me without knowing it.
Certainly, you didn't have pimples on your legs either, only some occasional hair just beneath the skin about to appear, but I was busy searching for even the smallest imperfection with my fingers.
I always started by your precious twins, I caressed them with the tips of my fingers for a good while until they were conveniently inspected and thus able to climb up over your knees. With what delight I would traverse your thighs, the friction of your skin was my paradise.
Discreetly, I always tried to climb up as far as possible on your thighs in search of those evil pimples. The interior of your thighs attracted me like a magnet. My heart beat faster according to my hands ventured into forbidden territories and you set that limit depending on whether you were wearing or not the underwear. I remember how more than once you would put on the underwear so that I could keep removing the pimples down there, which I especially lamented.
Your skin became softer and softer as my fingers approached your crotch and some hair poked out incredibly sexy. Sometimes I had the luck of to contemplate fleetingly your precious pussy as a reward for all my concealed effort, the excitement I felt with it was incredible
There was a time when one of those grandma's old panties that you used to wear deteriorated in the crotch area, appearing a small tear along the seam. When you wore those big grandma's old panties, you had less care and spread your legs farther apart while I searched anxiously for pimples. You can't imagine how much I could enjoy thanks to that small tear in the fabric that chance wanted to place just above the lips of your sex. It was little more than a centimeter of your crotch area that remained uncovered, but it seemed so voluptuous, delicious and juicy to me that my mouth would literally water. What I would have liked is to take my fingers to that gap to continue searching among the precious lips of your pussy.
When I sometimes tried to be bolder and climb too high up your legs you would protest softly telling me to look lower and once, when I said there were no pimples down there and nothing was wrong, you were more specific saying you felt strange if I looked for it there and that I should look lower.
Was the word rare the one you used? I don't know if that was the exact word or if you said it in a different way, but to me it would be just a phrase, I tried to give it a meaning in my head and obviously the meaning assigned responded more to my own desire than any reality.
-You're excited, that means she gets excited when I caress her thighs and butt.- That's what I thought for myself, poor fool, right?
I wish you could understand how special those minutes were for me when I used to caress your body. You were and still are the most precious woman in the world and I would have made love to each of those days.
I would like to go over your body again with my hands and fill you with caresses, although probably today It would be bolder. I'd slide the tip of my fingers over your skin, making it erect, then move on to a more intense massage using all of my hands. No more tickling, this time they'd be bold caresses, caresses for a precious woman from her most faithful admirer. I wonder what you'll think if you ever read these lines. I apologize if I've disappointed or bothered you with my words, certainly I must be an illusion to think of recrossing your body with my hands after all that I've written.
I'd like to caress you and make you feel like the precious and sexy woman that my eyes see for more years than pass. Take off your clothes and admire your naked body, kiss you and whisper in your ear how precious you are while feeling your breasts pressing against mine, kiss you sweetly and savor your voluptuous lips. I'd like to take your hand and lead you to bed to lie down on your stomach and recross your body without any barriers.
Ask you to relax and run my hands over your back. Climb with my thumbs up your spine until I reach your shoulders and massage them while you breathe sweetly. Pour some cream on your back and work it out, releasing tensions as my hands descend to your waist. I'd gaze at your ass for a moment before starting to work your glutes, making them shine with a fine layer of body milk.
I've dreamed many times of caressing your bare butt, reaching it from your thighs and taking one buttock in each hand, separating them slightly and discovering the precious lips of your sex, shining and juicy, peeking out between your flesh. I'd keep caressing your thighs and legs until I reach your feet and start my ascent again, covering your body with kisses this time.
I'd kiss your ankles, kiss your thighs at mid-height, kiss each one of the dimples on your butt, kiss your back repeatedly as I descend, kiss your shoulders, kiss you... After parting your hair, I would search for your ear to kiss it and whisper in your ear. -Mom is already here. Will you turn around? Do you know Mom? It's very likely that by now, as I'm whispering in your ear how beautiful you are and asking you to turn around, you can already feel my erection pressing against your naked body. Will you turn around? If so, thank you very much, precious. I know you'll be a bit lazy while turning around, feeling somewhat embarrassed knowing that your naked body is capturing all my attention and probably your eyes will focus on my present erection between my legs for a moment before our eyes meet. Lying beside you, I'll search for your lips to kiss them gently, kissing every corner of your face and my open mouth seeking yours while my hand caresses your stomach, rising in search of your breasts. I'll take your tits with my hands and caress them, feeling the rich nipples hardening between my fingers as I kiss your neck and whispering to you how much I desire you through whispers. My mouth will want to go down to your breasts, kissing them, licking them, and sucking your nipples, the flavor of your skin will be delicious for my mouth that will pass from one nipple to another eager to be yours again. I imagine you caressing my head and breathing heavily while I'm debauching your tits and my hand slides down to your stomach. I want to caress your pubis while my heart is racing, I want to feel the soft hair between my fingers and dream that your legs will open when my hand descends to gently caress your sex. My playful fingers will run along the lips of your pussy while my hungry mouth savors your life-giving breasts only leaving them to tell you again and again how much I love you. My fingers will increase the pressure sliding easily into your little thing, I imagine it wet and hot, while a tiny gasp escapes from your mouth. I'll play with your clitoris, caressing it in circles, your breathing will become agitated making your... Breasts rise and fall, moistened and shining with my saliva. I'll leave your nipples and climb up to your mouth, kissing you again while my fingers play, sinking between the lips of your little one, looking at your eyes to tell you that I'm dying to eat you all before starting to descend down your body, flooding you with kisses. Situated between your legs, I'll take hold of both thighs to separate them and bring them back, leaving you completely exposed to me. The flush will color your cheeks and a flash of happiness will illuminate my eyes as I adore your sacred sex offered before me. I'll kiss the inner surface of the thighs on the way to the only spring capable of quenching my thirst and when I reach your little hole, I'll kiss it very sweetly knowing that I'm kissing the sacred treasure I've longed for so much. Fill my lungs with the perfume of your sex and my thumb fingers will separate their lips showing me the inner glow. My thirst will increase and I won't be able to resist satisfying myself any longer. My tongue will slide slowly from bottom to top, buried between the lips, tracing the entire length of your cunt and savoring the sweetest nectar while a moan escapes from your mouth. I want to play with my tongue in every fold and crevice of your sex, lick it, suck on the lips, and lap up the clitoris. I want you to feel, mom, I want you to feel so sexy, precious, and desired as you are, I want to drink every drop of liquid that your blessed cave offers me, play with my fingers while my tongue flutters desperate for giving you pleasure, I want to take you to an intense orgasm and drink every drop of flow that your pussy releases while caressing my head and squeezing it between your legs so that my tongue can sink deeper and deeper. I want to enjoy each contraction of your sex with my mouth and think I'll keep licking you until you regain control of your body and relax the rhythm of your breathing, my love. Only then will I leave your delicious sex. To climb up kissing your body until I reach the height of your precious red-cheeked face and kiss you again, whispering how much I love and adore you while my hardened penis leans on your moist sex. You can't imagine how eager I am to enter you, feel your warmth and humidity envelop me. I wish you would hold my cock with your hand and slide the glans up and down along your slit while we kiss tenderly. I want to feel your moisture soaking the foreskin just before you place it at the entrance of your cave and invite me to enter it. I love, desire, and adore you, I'll say while slowly sinking into your interior, looking at you. I want to feel every millimeter of your vulva embracing me, opening up for me, welcoming me in. I want our breathing to synchronize between kisses and gasps, our bodies moving as one, driving deep and slow, then withdrawing to sink back into you while we hug tightly. I want to tell you I love you with every hip thrust, I want to hear a thread of voice coming from your mouth saying -And you too, my son. I desire feeling the embrace of your pussy around my cock, and your moisture moistening me, I want to say -Mom, I'm going to come- and have you respond with a simple -Yes, go ahead, son-. I'll drive in with force when I feel I can't resist anymore, one, two, three more times at most, while feeling my whole body contract and starting to pour into your interior, almost crying from pleasure, telling you how much I love you once and a million times while your sex tightens around my cock, contracting with each of the semen discharges pouring into your interior, noting how a wave of flow moistens me as we both reach that indescribable love orgasm. Slowly calm down, breathe deeply, recover our breath, embracing without leaving yours, feeling like my penis slowly relaxes until it slides out of your treasure and all this is between infinite kisses until... falling asleep embracing each other both of us. Running together at the same time, giving ourselves that orgasm, that special love only you and I can share mom, that would be my greatest longing, my greatest madness, my greatest secret. I wonder what you'll think if you read all this, how you'll feel, what will go through your head. Please just take it as what it is for me, an act of love towards the most special and indescribable woman who has ever set foot on earth, but if I've bothered or inconvenienced you in any way I must ask you to forgive me mom and that you'll forgive me for it, I know you will mom. I love you.
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