My greatest desire… My one and only love…

It was a Friday afternoon, I was coming back from university. The day had been intense; I was in the middle of finals, and the pressure was immense. The late night and the stress of needing to do well had me completely stressed. I parked my car and grabbed my books. I walked a few meters to the front door, and my keys fell out of my pocket as I tried to get them out. I bent down, picked them up, and unlocked the front door, dropping the keys on the table along with my books and closing it behind me with my foot. I walked a little way and said, “I’m home…” to which I heard in response, “Here… in the kitchen…” I continued walking, the air filled with a pleasant aroma. There she was, the woman who drove me crazy and had changed my life, the one who made me feel that almost uncontrollable lust and that perversion that kept me constantly aroused.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Ana. She was standing with her back to the door, wearing an apron, her ass on full display. Her slender, curvy body made me stop for a few seconds to admire that round ass that stood out and enhanced the scene. I continued approaching her, my gaze unable to tear itself away from that body that made me burn with pleasure. My heart raced, and my cock began to respond to the stimulation. I moved closer and hugged her from behind, giving her a tender kiss on the neck and pressing my cock against her ass so she could feel it. She turned her head slightly and smiled, giving me a kiss on the lips and stepping back a little so I could feel it more comfortably. I put my hands under her apron and felt her beautifully trimmed pubic hair, as always, and her wet vagina, just the way I liked it. I could hear a soft sigh and saw her close her eyes when I inserted my fingers to feel her wetness. My other hand reached inside her flannel and touched her firm breasts and her always hardened nipples.

She whispered to me, “How was your day?” to which I replied, “Good… very stressful and hungry…” She said, “You’re always hungry…” We both laughed. I sat at the kitchen table, watching her pace back and forth. I loved her scent and seeing her so uninhibited and happy. It hadn’t always been like this. Since my father decided to leave us for that young woman, much had changed in the house, and the best part was that my mother and I were closer, and all my fantasies had come true. I never understood what my father could have been looking for in a young woman that he couldn’t find in the beautiful, uninhibited, and divine woman that was my mother. I don’t think I’ll ever get that answer. But I’m grateful to fate for that.

My mother asked me if I wanted to eat, and I said yes… but to her… to which she replied, “I was waiting for you…” She came closer and gave me a sweet, deep kiss on the lips, gently cupping my face. That kiss quickly transformed into a passionate one that continued, seeking her neck and ears. She sat on top of me with her legs open and continued kissing me while I unbuttoned my pants to free my cock, which no longer wanted to be trapped. My hands couldn’t decide whether to caress her breasts to hear her moans or caress her ass while I clearly felt her wet vagina slide over my hard, thick cock. In one of those movements, my mother lowered her hand and inserted it. A contraction of pleasure overwhelmed us both, and a muffled moan, almost in unison, joined our throats, beginning that dance of pleasure and lust that I could no longer contain.

That sensation of being inside her, wet and hot, contrasted with the pleasure I felt entering and withdrawing from her, listening to her moans of pleasure, while I watched as her face, flushed with excitement, became increasingly pleasurable. For several minutes we moved frenetically, until I felt her grip me with her nails and she cried out without any inhibition… “Yours…!!!” That cry made her body momentarily collapse on top of me, and feeling her sweaty neck and her ragged breathing ignited my desire to continue inside her even more. I lifted her and, turning her over, placed her on the table, continuing that back-and-forth motion that allowed me to observe her well-shaved, wet, and flushed vagina. I saw my cock going in and out of her; that image made me even harder and more excited.

I took off her apron and lifted her flannel shirt; I wanted to see those firm, beautiful breasts. As I did, she began to fondle them forcefully while I increased the speed and force of my thrusts, enjoying another powerful orgasm within seconds. Her cries, extreme wetness, and the trembling of her legs clearly indicated how much she was enjoying that moment. I pulled my cock out, and for a few seconds, it lay motionless on the table. I was tempted to let it rest, but contemplating that figure rekindled the lust that kept me yearning. I went down and positioned myself between her legs, lifting and opening them, running my tongue over her dripping vagina, tracing up and down her slit to her ass. Her contractions and the force with which she held my head indicated that the next orgasm was very close. Once again, her screams and watching her cling to the edge of the table told me that a new orgasm had come to take possession of her body. Her trembling legs wrapped around my neck and her fingers clumsily sought to touch her clitoris to prolong her pleasure for a few more seconds.

I then took her by the waist, kissing her breasts and lips tenderly, while I heard her say, “I love you.” I hugged her for a few seconds and gently turned her over so she was lying on the table with her ass facing me. I opened her legs and sought to bury my cock once more in her vagina, which was dripping with fluids between her legs. I began to move deeply and quickly to enjoy her divine body. I moved closer to her back, kissing it as I continued moving. I felt her breathing and her moans growing louder. I took her hair and increased the force of my thrusts. I wanted to finish inside her. Her legs began to tremble, and I felt like I was going to explode. I pushed my cock in as far as I could and felt jets of semen leave my body to join her in the deepest part of her being.

We both screamed and froze for a few minutes. I didn’t pull out; I waited for it to come out on its own. As I withdrew, I could see my white semen flowing from my mother’s wet, reddened vagina, running down her crotch and onto the kitchen floor. She got up and kissed my lips, straightened herself, grabbed her apron, and said, “Go wash up so you can eat.” I asked if she wouldn’t join me, to which she replied, “There’s no greater satisfaction than having your semen inside me while I finish cooking.” I walked to the bathroom, thinking that this was just an appetizer before dinner, that the main course would come later when we were in bed together, and that brought a huge smile to my face… Because there was no greater motivation for my studies than coming home and being pampered like this…