I've always known that my relationship with my mother, Linda, is different. At 40 years old, she has a body that can't be ignored. She's short and her curves are impossible to ignore. Tonight she's wearing a black skirt so tight it outlines every curve of her rounded ass, and the white blouse she's wearing is so fitted it barely covers her enormous tits. The deep neckline shows much more than it should, and her white skin glows under the lights. Her hair is tied up in a bun, and her glasses give her a sophisticated touch that accentuates her figure even more. At 22 years old, I'm an average guy compared to her. I try to stay in shape, but nothing compares to the impact my mom has. Tonight we're going to a party at Clara's house, which is my mom's friend. Although we don't expect many people, it's always interesting to see my mom in action. Is he ready for another party night, Evan? He asks me, smiling as he gets into the car. The fabric of his skirt highlights his perfect ass. Yes, mom. Who is Clara? I ask, looking at how the tight fabric of her skirt moves. It's an old friend. I don't think there are many people —she responds, adjusting her glasses. The blouse shows more of her tits. Perfect. I'm glad we're leaving —I say, trying to focus on the traffic.When we arrive at Clara's house, the party is just getting started. There are a few people, and the atmosphere is relaxed. Clara greets us and invites us to have a drink. My mother and I go to the drinks table, where we find beers and tequila.
Let's drink a little before dancing, my mother says, opening a can and handing me another one. I accept and we start drinking. After a couple of beers and some shots, the reggaeton music starts playing. My mom, already quite drunk, proposes dancing. Let's dance, he says, moving his hips to the rhythm. His movements are provocative, almost too much. Yes, mom -- I respond, feeling how the alcohol makes me feel more uninhibited.
We move to the center of the room. The first contact occurs when his butt slaps against my groin. The sensation is incredibly exciting. It's not an accidental touch; it's intentional and loaded with desire.
Does this turn you on, Evan? —she asks with a bold smile.
Yes, mom —I respond, feeling the heat in my groin. Every movement of her body, every rub, makes me imagine touching her in a much more intimate way.
The grinding becomes more intense as we keep drinking. The way his ass moves against me and the warmth of his body make me want more. I want to explore every corner of her skin, touch it beyond what would normally be acceptable.
Would you like me to be closer?—whispers, her warm breath against my ear. Yes, I would do it —I admit, feeling the desire growing. In the middle of dancing, Clara comes up and asks me to dance with her. Does it bother you if I dance with Evan? - Clara asks my mother. My mother is pulling away, clearly jealous. —Of course, go ahead —she responds, with a tone I can't ignore.
I start dancing with Clara. Her movements are sensual, but Linda's gaze over us is loaded with jealousy. Clara moves similarly to my mother, but the tension in the air is palpable.My mother is approaching while I'm dancing with Clara. —I hope you're having fun—she says, her voice loaded with jealousy. I do it, mom -- I respond, feeling the tension between us. Her gaze, the desire in her eyes, makes my desire for her even more intense.
After dancing with Clara, I notice my mother's gaze fixed on me. There is something in her expression that unsettles me: a mix of jealousy and something else that I can't describe.Clara approaches her, says something to her, and both head towards a room at the back of the house. My curiosity is eating away at me, so I follow them carefully and hide near the slightly open door, listening to every word.
Linda, stop being silly, we need to talk clearly —starts Clara, without beating around the bush. What's this about? --my mother responds, somewhat nervous. From Evan, what else? says Clara with a mocking tone - I've noticed you all night. You're dying for him. You look at him as if you wanted to grab him right there. Hey, no! It's my son... - my mother responds, trying to sound firm, but the doubt is evident in her voice. Oh, please, don't come at me with that 'he's my son' thing! Look at him well! He's a man, not a kid, and you're hotter than the sun every time he's near you. I saw how you were sticking to him while they danced. Or are you going to tell me you didn't notice how he was checking out your tits, ass? It's clear he wants in too. My mother crosses her arms, trying to hide her discomfort. - It's not like that, Clara... Ah, sweetie, of course! Come on, be honest. How long have you gone without having sex? When was the last time someone made you feel like a real woman? Because I think you don't even remember it anymore. And meanwhile, you've got a man at home, who's your son, and he looks at you like he wants to screw you for years now. What's the difference? My mother lowers her gaze, clearly affected by what Clara is saying to her. Clara, it's not that easy... it's my son, he's ill, I can't do that, says my mother, although her tone sounds much less convincing. Is it bad? Bad why? —Clara laughs out loud—. Linda, it's sex, you're not going to die from having an orgasm with him. Look at him, he's really good-looking and you know that too. Besides, he also wants to screw you, didn't you see when he was staring at your tits or how he stuck to your ass when they were dancing? He wasn't getting away from you because he's just as hot as you are. And you, what? Are you going to leave with unfulfilled desires for the rest of your life? Give them both what they want. I assure you that after you do it, you won't regret it.
My mother sighs, as if she were struggling with her own thoughts. —I don't know, Clara... it's too rare.
It's rare that you keep scolding yourself over a trivial matter. You have a man who wants to make love to you and you want him too. If you take him, you'll get rid of those desires once and for all and nobody will find out. What do you prefer, staying alone and frustrated or enjoying it? He's eager for you to make the first move, I'm telling you. Give him what he wants, Linda. Take him, make it yours. My mother stays quiet, clearly impacted, but I don't notice her as sure to say no anymore. It's that... I don't know if I can —my mother says in a low voice, almost as if she were convincing herself that she can. Yes you can, Linda -- Clara insists, smiling --. The only thing you have to do is stop thinking so much. You'll get it and that's it. Believe me, it will be the best sex you've had in years. Linda, stay here for a moment, says Clara with that tone of authority she has always had - I'm going to talk to Evan and see if he will finally clear things up. Speak with him? What's the point?—my mother responds with a hint of nervousness in her voice, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Relax -- Clara smiles, almost amused --. I want to ask her the same questions I asked you. It's time we find out what he thinks. Don't worry, I'll be back. My mother doesn't seem entirely convinced, but she isn't insisting. She only nods slowly, as if she were struggling with a pile of emotions she can't process. Clara winks at her before leaving the room, and I barely have time to step away from the door and pretend I didn't hear anything, returning to the living room as if nothing had happened. When Clara appears at the door, her gaze is direct and decisive. Evan, come out for a moment, I have to talk to you, he says, with that voice that doesn't accept a no as an answer. Clara leans on the railing, looking at me with that complicit smile. She takes a drag on her cigarette and exhales slowly before speaking. Evan, don't go around playing rodeos -- he says straight out, without beating around the bush --. I saw you all night. You weren't taking your eyes off your mother's tits and that ass. You were crazy about her breasts, that butt. Are you going to tell me you don't want to screw her? The question hits me like a punch, but at the same time it sets me free. It's pointless to pretend anymore. I take a deep breath and decide to be honest. Yes... I'm saying. I want to grab her, Clara. I can't stop thinking about it. Today, when we were dancing... damn, she stuck with me so much that I couldn't control myself. It drives me crazy. Clara lets out a laugh, clearly enjoying my confession. I knew I wasn't crazy! - she exclaims with satisfaction -. You've been wanting to screw me for a while now, haven't you? From a long time ago —admitting, feeling more and more confident—. Look at her, Clara. My mother is really great. That skirt she wears, those breasts... I couldn't help but stare at her. All I think about is grabbing her, pressing her against me, biting her neck and taking her however I want. Clara nods, smiling as if she knew something I didn't. Because I've got some news for you, Evan. Your mother is just as hot for you too. She told me, although she didn't use those exact words. She denies it because she's afraid, but she's just as screwed up as you are. She's dying for you, only she doesn't know how to admit it. I'm left speechless. I can't believe what I'm hearing. Is that really true? I ask, feeling like all this is unreal. I swear to you. It's waiting for you to do something. And I already told him what he has to do, but he needs you to take the first step. What are you waiting for? - says Clara, finishing the last puff of her cigarette. The tension I've been carrying all night is starting to burn me up inside. I can't keep pretending I don't want this anymore. What do I do? - I ask, feeling the heat on my body.
Clara looks at me from top to bottom with that smile only a woman with a lot of experience has. She puts her hand in her purse, takes out a condom and shakes it in front of me before passing it to me.
Take it, Evan. One should be enough with you - he says, laughing - This first time is just to get the thorn out of you, so both of us can get rid of these desires we have. I take the condom, but I don't say anything. I'm nervous, although Clara seems totally relaxed. Look, don't overcomplicate yourself. Sometimes the first one is like that, quick, intense. And that's what's going to happen. The important thing is that you let go and let yourself be carried away, okay? Don't think too much about making it perfect. If she likes it, believe me, there will be more times —Clara looks at me straight, as if she were teaching me something she completely dominates. How many times? I ask, surprised. Oh, yes, of course, responds Clara, with an even bigger smile. If everything goes well, this will only be the first of many. But for now, just think about fulfilling that desire you both have been accumulating. It's noticeable from a kilometer away that your mother is wanting it just like you are. Sometimes they just need a push. Clara laughs again, clearly enjoying the situation. And a tip, since we're at it —adds, leaning in a bit closer—. Don't rush too much. Women like your mother, milf, know what they want. Don't go around the bush, but also don't go too fast. Start soft, caress her, make her feel comfortable. And when she's already in your hands... ah yes, give her everything you've got. But make sure it's not just about sex, that there's something more behind it. That's what will drive her crazy. He looks at me with those eyes that make me feel like everything he says is absolute truth. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. If you do things right, she'll want to repeat it. And so will you. But this first time... —Clara looks at me sideways with a mischievous smile— is just for both of us to get rid of those urges. Seat, feeling the weight of the condom in my hand. My head is about to explode with everything it's telling me, but I also know I can't back down. Come on, see. Clara gives me a gentle push towards the house - your mother is in the room, waiting. Make her yours once and for all. I'll take care of making sure no one bothers you.
Without saying more, Clara winks at me and walks away, leaving me alone in front of what's about to happen.
Let's drink a little before dancing, my mother says, opening a can and handing me another one. I accept and we start drinking. After a couple of beers and some shots, the reggaeton music starts playing. My mom, already quite drunk, proposes dancing. Let's dance, he says, moving his hips to the rhythm. His movements are provocative, almost too much. Yes, mom -- I respond, feeling how the alcohol makes me feel more uninhibited.
We move to the center of the room. The first contact occurs when his butt slaps against my groin. The sensation is incredibly exciting. It's not an accidental touch; it's intentional and loaded with desire.
Does this turn you on, Evan? —she asks with a bold smile.
Yes, mom —I respond, feeling the heat in my groin. Every movement of her body, every rub, makes me imagine touching her in a much more intimate way.
The grinding becomes more intense as we keep drinking. The way his ass moves against me and the warmth of his body make me want more. I want to explore every corner of her skin, touch it beyond what would normally be acceptable.
Would you like me to be closer?—whispers, her warm breath against my ear. Yes, I would do it —I admit, feeling the desire growing. In the middle of dancing, Clara comes up and asks me to dance with her. Does it bother you if I dance with Evan? - Clara asks my mother. My mother is pulling away, clearly jealous. —Of course, go ahead —she responds, with a tone I can't ignore.
I start dancing with Clara. Her movements are sensual, but Linda's gaze over us is loaded with jealousy. Clara moves similarly to my mother, but the tension in the air is palpable.My mother is approaching while I'm dancing with Clara. —I hope you're having fun—she says, her voice loaded with jealousy. I do it, mom -- I respond, feeling the tension between us. Her gaze, the desire in her eyes, makes my desire for her even more intense.
After dancing with Clara, I notice my mother's gaze fixed on me. There is something in her expression that unsettles me: a mix of jealousy and something else that I can't describe.Clara approaches her, says something to her, and both head towards a room at the back of the house. My curiosity is eating away at me, so I follow them carefully and hide near the slightly open door, listening to every word.
Linda, stop being silly, we need to talk clearly —starts Clara, without beating around the bush. What's this about? --my mother responds, somewhat nervous. From Evan, what else? says Clara with a mocking tone - I've noticed you all night. You're dying for him. You look at him as if you wanted to grab him right there. Hey, no! It's my son... - my mother responds, trying to sound firm, but the doubt is evident in her voice. Oh, please, don't come at me with that 'he's my son' thing! Look at him well! He's a man, not a kid, and you're hotter than the sun every time he's near you. I saw how you were sticking to him while they danced. Or are you going to tell me you didn't notice how he was checking out your tits, ass? It's clear he wants in too. My mother crosses her arms, trying to hide her discomfort. - It's not like that, Clara... Ah, sweetie, of course! Come on, be honest. How long have you gone without having sex? When was the last time someone made you feel like a real woman? Because I think you don't even remember it anymore. And meanwhile, you've got a man at home, who's your son, and he looks at you like he wants to screw you for years now. What's the difference? My mother lowers her gaze, clearly affected by what Clara is saying to her. Clara, it's not that easy... it's my son, he's ill, I can't do that, says my mother, although her tone sounds much less convincing. Is it bad? Bad why? —Clara laughs out loud—. Linda, it's sex, you're not going to die from having an orgasm with him. Look at him, he's really good-looking and you know that too. Besides, he also wants to screw you, didn't you see when he was staring at your tits or how he stuck to your ass when they were dancing? He wasn't getting away from you because he's just as hot as you are. And you, what? Are you going to leave with unfulfilled desires for the rest of your life? Give them both what they want. I assure you that after you do it, you won't regret it.
My mother sighs, as if she were struggling with her own thoughts. —I don't know, Clara... it's too rare.
It's rare that you keep scolding yourself over a trivial matter. You have a man who wants to make love to you and you want him too. If you take him, you'll get rid of those desires once and for all and nobody will find out. What do you prefer, staying alone and frustrated or enjoying it? He's eager for you to make the first move, I'm telling you. Give him what he wants, Linda. Take him, make it yours. My mother stays quiet, clearly impacted, but I don't notice her as sure to say no anymore. It's that... I don't know if I can —my mother says in a low voice, almost as if she were convincing herself that she can. Yes you can, Linda -- Clara insists, smiling --. The only thing you have to do is stop thinking so much. You'll get it and that's it. Believe me, it will be the best sex you've had in years. Linda, stay here for a moment, says Clara with that tone of authority she has always had - I'm going to talk to Evan and see if he will finally clear things up. Speak with him? What's the point?—my mother responds with a hint of nervousness in her voice, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Relax -- Clara smiles, almost amused --. I want to ask her the same questions I asked you. It's time we find out what he thinks. Don't worry, I'll be back. My mother doesn't seem entirely convinced, but she isn't insisting. She only nods slowly, as if she were struggling with a pile of emotions she can't process. Clara winks at her before leaving the room, and I barely have time to step away from the door and pretend I didn't hear anything, returning to the living room as if nothing had happened. When Clara appears at the door, her gaze is direct and decisive. Evan, come out for a moment, I have to talk to you, he says, with that voice that doesn't accept a no as an answer. Clara leans on the railing, looking at me with that complicit smile. She takes a drag on her cigarette and exhales slowly before speaking. Evan, don't go around playing rodeos -- he says straight out, without beating around the bush --. I saw you all night. You weren't taking your eyes off your mother's tits and that ass. You were crazy about her breasts, that butt. Are you going to tell me you don't want to screw her? The question hits me like a punch, but at the same time it sets me free. It's pointless to pretend anymore. I take a deep breath and decide to be honest. Yes... I'm saying. I want to grab her, Clara. I can't stop thinking about it. Today, when we were dancing... damn, she stuck with me so much that I couldn't control myself. It drives me crazy. Clara lets out a laugh, clearly enjoying my confession. I knew I wasn't crazy! - she exclaims with satisfaction -. You've been wanting to screw me for a while now, haven't you? From a long time ago —admitting, feeling more and more confident—. Look at her, Clara. My mother is really great. That skirt she wears, those breasts... I couldn't help but stare at her. All I think about is grabbing her, pressing her against me, biting her neck and taking her however I want. Clara nods, smiling as if she knew something I didn't. Because I've got some news for you, Evan. Your mother is just as hot for you too. She told me, although she didn't use those exact words. She denies it because she's afraid, but she's just as screwed up as you are. She's dying for you, only she doesn't know how to admit it. I'm left speechless. I can't believe what I'm hearing. Is that really true? I ask, feeling like all this is unreal. I swear to you. It's waiting for you to do something. And I already told him what he has to do, but he needs you to take the first step. What are you waiting for? - says Clara, finishing the last puff of her cigarette. The tension I've been carrying all night is starting to burn me up inside. I can't keep pretending I don't want this anymore. What do I do? - I ask, feeling the heat on my body.
Clara looks at me from top to bottom with that smile only a woman with a lot of experience has. She puts her hand in her purse, takes out a condom and shakes it in front of me before passing it to me.
Take it, Evan. One should be enough with you - he says, laughing - This first time is just to get the thorn out of you, so both of us can get rid of these desires we have. I take the condom, but I don't say anything. I'm nervous, although Clara seems totally relaxed. Look, don't overcomplicate yourself. Sometimes the first one is like that, quick, intense. And that's what's going to happen. The important thing is that you let go and let yourself be carried away, okay? Don't think too much about making it perfect. If she likes it, believe me, there will be more times —Clara looks at me straight, as if she were teaching me something she completely dominates. How many times? I ask, surprised. Oh, yes, of course, responds Clara, with an even bigger smile. If everything goes well, this will only be the first of many. But for now, just think about fulfilling that desire you both have been accumulating. It's noticeable from a kilometer away that your mother is wanting it just like you are. Sometimes they just need a push. Clara laughs again, clearly enjoying the situation. And a tip, since we're at it —adds, leaning in a bit closer—. Don't rush too much. Women like your mother, milf, know what they want. Don't go around the bush, but also don't go too fast. Start soft, caress her, make her feel comfortable. And when she's already in your hands... ah yes, give her everything you've got. But make sure it's not just about sex, that there's something more behind it. That's what will drive her crazy. He looks at me with those eyes that make me feel like everything he says is absolute truth. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. If you do things right, she'll want to repeat it. And so will you. But this first time... —Clara looks at me sideways with a mischievous smile— is just for both of us to get rid of those urges. Seat, feeling the weight of the condom in my hand. My head is about to explode with everything it's telling me, but I also know I can't back down. Come on, see. Clara gives me a gentle push towards the house - your mother is in the room, waiting. Make her yours once and for all. I'll take care of making sure no one bothers you.
Without saying more, Clara winks at me and walks away, leaving me alone in front of what's about to happen.
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