It all started on a Saturday afternoon when I came in after mowing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me ruthlessly.
“Gottcha!” she shouted and began to circle me against a wall. I started laughing and tried to fight Mom’s fingers for their torture. Know that if I didn’t run away soon, Mom would make me cry so loudly.
We’ve done things like that since I was seven. In the morning she woke me up for school by jumping on the bed where I slept and she started tickling me until I begged her to stop. But usually I even had the following weekend, because at the time Dad had to leave for work very early so Mom slept late. While she was still asleep, I was going to leave nowhere and land on her bed, bouncing us both up in the air. As in the past, we started to place ice cubes in shirts, water balloons coming from nowhere and when we worked in the garden, we vaporized with the garden hose (although once we weren’t out when it happened). What a mess!). Basically, we acted more like best friends than mother and son.
Anyway, this time I was able to escape from Mom by escaping under her arms and climbing the stairs where our rooms are. I looked back to see if she even bothered coming after me when my foot missed a step and I fell, hitting my knee on the edge of a runner.
“Ah!” she shouted from below and began after me, taking steps two at a time. I tried to blur the rest of the way up, but I had to take it easily now, because every time I put weight on my knee, acute pain was shooting at her. When I reached the second floor, Mom had already caught up with me and took my shirt. Diving forward, my shirt slipped into her fingers and I whipped around the first door where I came, pulling myself out of her hands.
Seeing my parents queen size bed, I made a running jump and sat in the middle of it, on my back, laughing hysterically and blowing at once. At least that’s what I was doing before Mom’s body flew into the air and reached me, crushing the air in my lungs. While I lay there, Mom quickly threw a leg on my middle and sat on my pelvis.
“I told you I found it!” she gluttoned.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah… tell me that. You were just lucky!” I defended myself. What’s for dinner? I’m already hungry." I asked, try to change the subject when my eyes were attracted to a pearl of sweat, which makes it right down mom’s neck.
“When is dinner?! In the position you are now, I should ask you this question!” She laughed at a long nail in my stomach. The pearl made him pass away from his collar bone and now heads towards that little cleavage that his blouse left exposed.
“Oh really… you want me to have dinner? Okay… Sure, how’s a couple of dinners on TV? I can do them in no time.” I never took my eyes off the pearl.
“Smart ass!” she shouted and started tickling me again. His prolonged effort had made him sweat everywhere and in some places he had soaked in his blouse. The lace of his bra that was hidden under my eyes had become visible.
All of a sudden, to my horror, I realized that with her sitting above me like that, swinging all around, and the vision of that sweat pearl that sinks into her neckline, I had taken a hard blow! Although I wasn’t fully trained, I felt it as he pressed against my shorts.
I froze, my mind became empty.
Quickly, I decided to leave before Mom discovered my reaction and was embarrassed for life. I tried to roll on my side, throwing the mother at me, but she naturally thought I was hurting her. So she grabbed my arms and held me with her weight, slipped her legs to get a better lever on my struggles.
“Oh no, you’re not a gentleman! I’m serious, what are you cooking for dinner? She asked by looking straight into my eyes.
The sensation of her soft and now sweaty legs slipping over the length of my bare legs was the final straw. My tail was now completely erect. I could feel it was the head that looked at the opening of my short leg.
“Anything you want, let me go upstairs, I have to use the john!” I pleaded, trying to find an excuse to get her out of me.
“I don’t think he’s a young man. Maybe I should just hold you here until you piss in your pants! She gigged, then sat down, letting all her weight settle on me. Suddenly, a strange look came to her face. Within seconds, his face expressed riddles, shocks, malice and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. But that was the least of my worries, because I realized that at that time, the head of my now bloody tail touched the smooth and naked skin of Mom’s inner thigh!
“My God, Mom. I’m sorry, leave…” I scrambled, my face (probably all my body) blushing with beet.
“Shhhh, don’t move, I think I heard something.” she whispered, her eyes closed.
She then taped a little, towards the headboard. With his movement, my shorts are pulled enough to free me completely from his limits. As he came up, he left a trace of moisture behind mom’s thigh until his extra movement was blocked. The warmth that came from this region surprised me, but not as much as the fact that mom had moved to position my dick against her pussy covered in cotton!
I froze.
I didn’t know what I should or could do. What was I supposed to say? It’s not every day a guy’s dick touches his mother’s pussy. You know?
Mom leaned a little forward, her black hair hanging on my face. That movement had left my dick almost standing, touching nothing. At least not before Mom leans her hips toward my head at the same time. Now my dick rubbed her almost all the way through her crotch, starting from her ass and ending up banging between her sweaty thighs.
She made this movement several times, bringing greater sensations to my cock with every new moment. She then leaned completely forward, approaching mine. His skillet breath crossed me while his half-closed eyes wound up.
“Mmmmm…” Mom moaned slowly. With her breasts crushed between our bodies, I could feel the hardness of her nipples raised against my chest. Her constant friction of my dick against the heat (and now moisture) of her pricked pussy, brought a crazy desire to fuck my stepmother deeply.
Very deep.
The idea of sticking all my 7 inches into Mom’s pussy made my dick so hard that she started to hurt!
I started trusting my hips out of bed, instinctively starting the fucking movements. I was lost in getting dry when I felt something hot and wet gently touching my dick. My eyes opened to find the source of this new sensation and I saw that Mom had raised the front of her skirt and now had a hand on our crotches. From the base, she caresses the length of my limb with the back of her thin fingers. Then, moving towards her pussy, she slipped several fingers under the cotton crotch of her panties and pulled it out.
Again, I froze. It was the first time I saw a real pussy. The fact that it was my mother’s made it a matter. I have seen the pussy of probably hundreds of women (of course magazines) and I have always been impressed by the view below me. Her pussy hair was black as the hair around her face, thick and curly. I could make her long pussy lips looking through the forest around them, all swollen and sparkling. I could even distinguish his clito as he was proudly erect, like a little red dick. I would have sworn it was shaking.
Then the smell hit me.
It was a heavy, musky smell that I had never met in 14 years. I don’t know what happened, but without warning, my dick started shooting. I just scolded and pushed my head into the pillows while my young body pushed the tape after the thick sperm band. I think I heard mom ruining, but right now I wasn’t really able to be careful to be sure. My ecstasy was prolonged when I felt her fingers encircle my manhood and gently pump the length of my dick, repeating the movements I had made so many times alone. It was over in half a minute and my body came back relaxed. I opened my eyes.
“Thank you, Mom. I’ve never felt anything…” I stopped in the middle of the sentence while Mom relaxed my dick still hard towards opening her pussy. Again, I felt the heat radiate from his body as if it were an oven. His pubic hairs now exposed tickled me as the head slipped in front of the soft fur of his mound. Seeing that it was now covered with pearls of my hot punk brought a strong shaking to my peak.
She took it further, through the little nub of hard flesh, until my dickhead was wrapped in her soft, warm, wet labies. The hot liquid was now dripping Mom’s pussy while she dropped her body and I almost passed when my poor little cock entered her body.
Sliding deeper into her body, the silky walls of her vagina stretched my foreskin, inflamed my tail’s head, putting her in contact with the surrounding walls of my mother’s most deprived place. I went back to the secret place of my birth.
We both moaned aloud as she settled on me, diving into her body as far as possible. I felt the walls of her wet pussy start tearing herself against the length of my buried limb and she started grinding her pelvic bone against mine, crushing her clitoris against the hard base of my dick.
We remained united like this for a while, moving only to devour other hungry mouths while the tremors ran in our body
She then withdrew from me, always so slowly, stopping only when my head was about to get away. Then, with the same fiery slowness as before, she takes over me again.
“Oh, God, that’s sweet…” whispered mom. I looked at her, not knowing what to do next. On her knees, she started to fuck me with a slow and easy move. But with every shot, I could say she was going a little faster, a little stronger.
I renewed my movements. Pushing the bed with my legs, I threw myself into her pussy. It was the right thing to do, and with Mom going out a little bit with each of my pushes, I guess I’m fine.
All this time, my hands had laid by my side, still. With renewed sex on both sides, I finally had the courage to touch her. I slipped my hands along the soft skin outside his thighs, beyond his full hips and finally, I hung on to the smooth flesh of his ass. With both hands, I pressed his little breads, enjoying the sweetness that fills them. One hand further, I felt her wet slot behind and soon my index fell on her little anus sprayed.
Kinky thoughts crossed my head from all the stories I read in porn magazines about this special opening. By wetting my finger with his sweaty back, I gently placed the tip against his back hole. She didn’t react to the touch, so I worked my finger in her asshole. It was slow, rather dry and tight. But once I had my finger beyond the first node, Mom let out a little moaning and I felt her sphincter muscle start leaving my buried number. I took him out a little bit and pushed him anyway when Mom suddenly went on horseback and collapsed on me, crushing her breasts between us. I felt chills running from top to bottom of her body, while her pussy and asshole began to squeeze me with surprising strength. Frankly, Mom searched my mouth with hers and kissed me deeply, stuffing my tongue in my mouth.
It made me shine.
She was cumming!
I did sperm to my mother!
All this was too much for me and my little guy started throwing up again. Quickly, I pulled my finger out of his asshole and with both hands, I dug into his hips. Then, with all the strength I could gather, I shot him at me as hard as I could.
“Oh, my God!!!!” I screamed like my orgasm ripped my body out. My balls got tight and my world exploded. Punk acorns were shot in Mom’s pussy and every time my dick hit, Mom’s pussy got tight to my dick. It was almost as if he was trying to push me deeper inside.
“That’s it, cum for mom!” she whistled in my ear, “Smoke your hot seed in Mom’s pussy!”
She urged me to make my Cumming last longer, longer than she had ever done before. It was almost like I had a multiple orgasm! My balls finally emptied and my exhausted body fell completely lame on the bed. A few moments later, my heavily spent cock became soft and slowly slipped from her tight pussy.
While we were resting there, with his diaper on me, I felt a hot liquid flowing over my dick and my balls. Mom started moving her hips in a circle, gently rubbing our genitals together while slightly kissing my cheek.
Realizing that it was our mixed sex juices that leaked between mom’s pussy’s lips sent a chill into my back. Its sweet friction mixed with the warm proximity of its soft body and the still very fresh memory of what had just happened made my dick move for a third time in half an hour. In just a few seconds, my tail pressed against the soft folds of her pussy lips that were beating from the wet heat emanating from the opening they protected. I moved my hips, using my dick’s head to feel the velvety entrance of her body, but I didn’t get anything. I hit her skirt, letting my fingers draw a path along her hips and thighs to her pussy. But this motion moved mommy’s condition. She didn’t say anything, but she just rolled me, she got up from bed and left the room as if nothing was happening.
After watching her leave, I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling. I was wondering what just happened.
This morning, I was a virgin. The closest I ever had to have sex with a girl was a year ago when Sandy kisses me on the cheek helping her with her homework. I just fucked a girl. Adult! Besides, that woman was my mother!
My ass was getting cold and it was wet. I drive and saw a big spot on the bed cover underneath. The little gobs of white jism left no doubt as to the source of this wet place. I was getting ready to find extra sheets when Mom came back.
“I closed all the doors and closed the windows. I hope if anyone comes, they think there’s nobody at home. »
She closed the bedroom door and turned around to face me.