My name is Angel, I am from the city of Mexico, I'm 18 years old just turned and started attending university.
I'm a boy who doesn't interact well with others, I don't have friends and even less a girlfriend, basically girls avoid my presence.
I live in my parents' house, my father works in government offices so he's not home until nightfall, my mother is dedicated only to the home and lately we've distanced ourselves a bit, modern life stress has led her to attend psychological therapy sessions, so when I get home from school I lock myself in my room to play video games or whenever I feel like it I masturbate.
While I was masturbating, I fantasized about university girls who attracted me or sometimes I fantasize about my mother.
My mother is a chestnut woman of 38 years old, she has enormous tits 40D, I found out that data when I dared to rummage through her drawers to see the size of her bra. Her ass is big and signed with generous hips and legs alike.
It should be sick that my own mother would excite me but it's just something I can't help.
One day I would arrive from university, it had been a long day and all I wanted to do was get into my room and connect to the internet when to my surprise my mother was waiting for me at the entrance of the house, wearing jeans, a white blouse, and low shoes.
—Angel, I need you to accompany me— said my mother.
But mom, I have a lot of homework to turn in, I said trying to get out of that situation.
—Angel don't put such a cheap excuse— my mother replied with a severe gaze— after my therapy I'll go shopping and I need help with the bags—
I knew I wouldn't win that argument so I didn't have any other option but to follow her.
The consulting room of that chatterbox was practically empty since my mother was the last appointment of the day, my mobile games had already bored me and I didn't know how to entertain myself further, even tried to talk to the receptionist to pass the time but it was almost like talking to a robot.
I was thinking for a good while about what to do to not get bored in that place, until I saw the receptionist getting up and leaving the lobby, so I decided to take advantage of the moment and spy on my mom in her consultation.
I approached the door and started to open it slowly so I could have a small gap through which I could easily see what was happening inside that office without being noticed.
My mother was reclining on a wide wine-colored divan in front of her was a man who seemed to be in his maturity due to the color of his hair he seemed to be taking notes with a broad smile on his face.
Nothing out of the ordinary except that my mother was naked from the waist up and played with her large breasts for the delight of her only spectator.
Very well Penelope— said that subject I supposed was the psychologist— tell me how are your masturbation sessions?
I masturbate three times a day, mom, as you ordered me to - replied my mother with a slightly mechanical tone of voice
Ah, seriously! said that guy without stopping smiling - please give me all the details—
I masturbate in the morning on my bed before my husband wakes up, in the afternoon I do it in the living room before my son Angel arrives from university and at night in the shower before going to sleep—
In each of those statements my mother would squeeze her nipples and it seemed like she was making them spin a little.
—Excellent big-breasted cow!— said that guy quite satisfied with the response— And what are you thinking while you're masturbating?—
In you my lord as he has ordered me to do so responded my mother without hesitation.
—Have you had relations with your husband?—
—I don't love! As you ordered, my mind and body are only of whoever says the magic word— replied my mother without hesitation.
—Very good my cow!— replied the doctor—now take off your pants and show me your charming ass—
Then my mother obeyed that order, got up from the couch and started to unbutton her jeans to reveal she was wearing a tiny black thong, I remained speechless, never having seen that type of underwear in her lingerie drawers.
The unscrupulous doctor enjoyed that moment a lot, which was proven by his wide smile.
—Very well cow!— said the doctor while giving him the pass— now lie down on the desk—
—I love you!— she replied
My mother got into the written report of that doctor, and opened her legs forming a sexy 'V'. He spent some time observing the obscene position his patient had taken. He approached her and began to rub her vagina over her thong slowly. After a few minutes, he started putting two fingers in until she came.
I love how fast I saw you coming, big breasts said the doctor while licking the intimate fluids off his fingers - You're a sex-addicted pervert, aren't you?
—Oh my god! I'm a sex addict and a pervert! she replied in a stammering voice.
The doctor lowered the zipper on his pants to release his erect member into freedom, with no further ceremony he pushed aside the thong and began to penetrate her.
All those erotic scenes had me quite excited, my cock hard as a rock was clearly noticeable in my pants and I struggled to maintain control and not jerk off right there.
While that doctor was hugging my mother, he was asking her the most obscene questions he could formulate.
Tell me cow, what do you like more, mine or your husband's cock? - said that guy without putting down his work.
—ha... ha... His... my love is more... bigger... haha... ha— responded my mother amidst moans.
—Has your husband made you come like me?— was the next question of the psychologist
—No... haha... never... he managed it... my love— was the response of my mother.
—Your husband is a complete waste! A woman of your caliber should be used frequently until she has several orgasms— was the cynical response from the psychologist
—If... yes... yes! A woman of my caliber should come many times... Yes... yes... haha— my mother replied with an expression that I can only describe as one of happiness.
So they were for a good while that felt like an eternity to me until I saw him come inside her.
After the post-orgasmic moment, the psychologist cleaned his cock and my mother's color with disposable tissues that he was disposing of in a nearby trash can.
—You were very good cow big breast!— said the psychologist while putting his penis away in his pants—now get dressed and I want you to leave the thong you're wearing—
If my lover orders me that way— responded my mother while getting up from her psychologist's desk.
My mother took off that black mini thong she was wearing and handed it to the unscrupulous doctor who immediately began to smell the damp garment with my mother's fluids. She started dressing as if that were the most normal thing in the world.
—And don't forget to add your cow disaster!— the psychologist said to continue with the fun.
While my mother was cleaning the desk, the doctor played with his large breasts massaging them.
—Look cow I don't know exactly where your nipples are— says that psychologist without stopping smiling
If my lover knows my body completely, replied my mother without leaving her post.
When the psychologist was completely satisfied he saw the large clock on his wall and it seemed that my mother's time had ended.
—Okay now lie down on the couch— was the next order of the psychologist
—Yes I love— was the response of my mother.
That subject sat behind his desk with a calmness that even bothered me and simply said.
Good Penélope when you wake up, you'll feel good remembering you've made progress in therapy and scheduling more phone appointments with my secretary— were the first orders for me to give my mother— I also want you to buy more micro thongs and pantyhose and stop using those ugly jeans— the subject continued while putting my mother's intimate garment in a drawer of her desk — I want you to wear short dresses and high heels whether they're sneakers or high-heeled boots—
If I love as he orders— my mother replied without hesitation.
—And where do you hide the clothes you buy to satisfy me?—
In my son's room, I keep something of mine in a box where his father would never look for anything of mine, my mother replied. And if he were to find it, he'd think it belongs to Angel and that he has some fetish.
—Haha, you're a very clever cow!— replied the psychologist while laughing lightly.
—Yes I love— replied my mother.
That response surprised me quite a bit because my mother keeps her things in my room and I had never noticed it before.
I think I'll have to do a deep clean in my room after all as my mother has been asking me for months.
After that the doctor said 'Princess bubble' and my mother got up from that couch.
I took that moment as my signal to go to the doctor's office bathroom and not be discovered.
—The doc was here today and I felt really good with the therapy— said Penelope while getting up feeling renewed—
You're doing very well, Penelope. You're not fully opening up yet to be able to resolve your problems but they are evolving very well, the psychologist replied while reviewing his schedule. If you have no objections, I'll schedule a couple of appointments for the next few weeks.
—Thanks doctor!— replied Penelope— I'll make the transfer to your account when I get home for today's session—
—Excellent Penelope!—the psychologist replied smiling kindly—I'll be waiting for you here—
While Penelope was saying goodbye to that doctor, her son tried to maintain his composure about what he had seen but it was impossible for him, inside that small bathroom Angel masturbated with fury to relieve himself of the obscene and erotic scene he had witnessed.
Once he was calmer, he left that cubicle where his mother was already waiting for him.
Forgive me, Angel, the consultation took a long time today -- my mother said with a sweet smile -- but in compensation for the boredom I made you suffer, how about we eat together at your favorite restaurant after my purchases?
“Yes mom we're coming!” I replied, knowing what my mother was going to buy but I'll keep playing along until she processes what just happened, I have so many doubts and questions and don't know what to do.
Continues...Chapter 2: http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5706277/My-mother-is-my-slave-trying-my-luck.html
I'm a boy who doesn't interact well with others, I don't have friends and even less a girlfriend, basically girls avoid my presence.
I live in my parents' house, my father works in government offices so he's not home until nightfall, my mother is dedicated only to the home and lately we've distanced ourselves a bit, modern life stress has led her to attend psychological therapy sessions, so when I get home from school I lock myself in my room to play video games or whenever I feel like it I masturbate.
While I was masturbating, I fantasized about university girls who attracted me or sometimes I fantasize about my mother.
My mother is a chestnut woman of 38 years old, she has enormous tits 40D, I found out that data when I dared to rummage through her drawers to see the size of her bra. Her ass is big and signed with generous hips and legs alike.
It should be sick that my own mother would excite me but it's just something I can't help.
One day I would arrive from university, it had been a long day and all I wanted to do was get into my room and connect to the internet when to my surprise my mother was waiting for me at the entrance of the house, wearing jeans, a white blouse, and low shoes.
—Angel, I need you to accompany me— said my mother.
But mom, I have a lot of homework to turn in, I said trying to get out of that situation.
—Angel don't put such a cheap excuse— my mother replied with a severe gaze— after my therapy I'll go shopping and I need help with the bags—
I knew I wouldn't win that argument so I didn't have any other option but to follow her.
The consulting room of that chatterbox was practically empty since my mother was the last appointment of the day, my mobile games had already bored me and I didn't know how to entertain myself further, even tried to talk to the receptionist to pass the time but it was almost like talking to a robot.
I was thinking for a good while about what to do to not get bored in that place, until I saw the receptionist getting up and leaving the lobby, so I decided to take advantage of the moment and spy on my mom in her consultation.
I approached the door and started to open it slowly so I could have a small gap through which I could easily see what was happening inside that office without being noticed.
My mother was reclining on a wide wine-colored divan in front of her was a man who seemed to be in his maturity due to the color of his hair he seemed to be taking notes with a broad smile on his face.
Nothing out of the ordinary except that my mother was naked from the waist up and played with her large breasts for the delight of her only spectator.
Very well Penelope— said that subject I supposed was the psychologist— tell me how are your masturbation sessions?
I masturbate three times a day, mom, as you ordered me to - replied my mother with a slightly mechanical tone of voice
Ah, seriously! said that guy without stopping smiling - please give me all the details—
I masturbate in the morning on my bed before my husband wakes up, in the afternoon I do it in the living room before my son Angel arrives from university and at night in the shower before going to sleep—
In each of those statements my mother would squeeze her nipples and it seemed like she was making them spin a little.
—Excellent big-breasted cow!— said that guy quite satisfied with the response— And what are you thinking while you're masturbating?—
In you my lord as he has ordered me to do so responded my mother without hesitation.
—Have you had relations with your husband?—
—I don't love! As you ordered, my mind and body are only of whoever says the magic word— replied my mother without hesitation.
—Very good my cow!— replied the doctor—now take off your pants and show me your charming ass—
Then my mother obeyed that order, got up from the couch and started to unbutton her jeans to reveal she was wearing a tiny black thong, I remained speechless, never having seen that type of underwear in her lingerie drawers.
The unscrupulous doctor enjoyed that moment a lot, which was proven by his wide smile.
—Very well cow!— said the doctor while giving him the pass— now lie down on the desk—
—I love you!— she replied
My mother got into the written report of that doctor, and opened her legs forming a sexy 'V'. He spent some time observing the obscene position his patient had taken. He approached her and began to rub her vagina over her thong slowly. After a few minutes, he started putting two fingers in until she came.
I love how fast I saw you coming, big breasts said the doctor while licking the intimate fluids off his fingers - You're a sex-addicted pervert, aren't you?
—Oh my god! I'm a sex addict and a pervert! she replied in a stammering voice.
The doctor lowered the zipper on his pants to release his erect member into freedom, with no further ceremony he pushed aside the thong and began to penetrate her.
All those erotic scenes had me quite excited, my cock hard as a rock was clearly noticeable in my pants and I struggled to maintain control and not jerk off right there.
While that doctor was hugging my mother, he was asking her the most obscene questions he could formulate.
Tell me cow, what do you like more, mine or your husband's cock? - said that guy without putting down his work.
—ha... ha... His... my love is more... bigger... haha... ha— responded my mother amidst moans.
—Has your husband made you come like me?— was the next question of the psychologist
—No... haha... never... he managed it... my love— was the response of my mother.
—Your husband is a complete waste! A woman of your caliber should be used frequently until she has several orgasms— was the cynical response from the psychologist
—If... yes... yes! A woman of my caliber should come many times... Yes... yes... haha— my mother replied with an expression that I can only describe as one of happiness.
So they were for a good while that felt like an eternity to me until I saw him come inside her.
After the post-orgasmic moment, the psychologist cleaned his cock and my mother's color with disposable tissues that he was disposing of in a nearby trash can.
—You were very good cow big breast!— said the psychologist while putting his penis away in his pants—now get dressed and I want you to leave the thong you're wearing—
If my lover orders me that way— responded my mother while getting up from her psychologist's desk.
My mother took off that black mini thong she was wearing and handed it to the unscrupulous doctor who immediately began to smell the damp garment with my mother's fluids. She started dressing as if that were the most normal thing in the world.
—And don't forget to add your cow disaster!— the psychologist said to continue with the fun.
While my mother was cleaning the desk, the doctor played with his large breasts massaging them.
—Look cow I don't know exactly where your nipples are— says that psychologist without stopping smiling
If my lover knows my body completely, replied my mother without leaving her post.
When the psychologist was completely satisfied he saw the large clock on his wall and it seemed that my mother's time had ended.
—Okay now lie down on the couch— was the next order of the psychologist
—Yes I love— was the response of my mother.
That subject sat behind his desk with a calmness that even bothered me and simply said.
Good Penélope when you wake up, you'll feel good remembering you've made progress in therapy and scheduling more phone appointments with my secretary— were the first orders for me to give my mother— I also want you to buy more micro thongs and pantyhose and stop using those ugly jeans— the subject continued while putting my mother's intimate garment in a drawer of her desk — I want you to wear short dresses and high heels whether they're sneakers or high-heeled boots—
If I love as he orders— my mother replied without hesitation.
—And where do you hide the clothes you buy to satisfy me?—
In my son's room, I keep something of mine in a box where his father would never look for anything of mine, my mother replied. And if he were to find it, he'd think it belongs to Angel and that he has some fetish.
—Haha, you're a very clever cow!— replied the psychologist while laughing lightly.
—Yes I love— replied my mother.
That response surprised me quite a bit because my mother keeps her things in my room and I had never noticed it before.
I think I'll have to do a deep clean in my room after all as my mother has been asking me for months.
After that the doctor said 'Princess bubble' and my mother got up from that couch.
I took that moment as my signal to go to the doctor's office bathroom and not be discovered.
—The doc was here today and I felt really good with the therapy— said Penelope while getting up feeling renewed—
You're doing very well, Penelope. You're not fully opening up yet to be able to resolve your problems but they are evolving very well, the psychologist replied while reviewing his schedule. If you have no objections, I'll schedule a couple of appointments for the next few weeks.
—Thanks doctor!— replied Penelope— I'll make the transfer to your account when I get home for today's session—
—Excellent Penelope!—the psychologist replied smiling kindly—I'll be waiting for you here—
While Penelope was saying goodbye to that doctor, her son tried to maintain his composure about what he had seen but it was impossible for him, inside that small bathroom Angel masturbated with fury to relieve himself of the obscene and erotic scene he had witnessed.
Once he was calmer, he left that cubicle where his mother was already waiting for him.
Forgive me, Angel, the consultation took a long time today -- my mother said with a sweet smile -- but in compensation for the boredom I made you suffer, how about we eat together at your favorite restaurant after my purchases?
“Yes mom we're coming!” I replied, knowing what my mother was going to buy but I'll keep playing along until she processes what just happened, I have so many doubts and questions and don't know what to do.
Continues...Chapter 2: http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5706277/My-mother-is-my-slave-trying-my-luck.html
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