Desired mother…

My name is Lenny, I’m 35 now, but what I’m about to tell you started when I was 20 and definitely marked my life. I’m an engineering student, and for better or worse, I balance my studies with parties, girls, and friends. So, usually every weekend I’m at a party, drinking and having as much fun as I can because during the week I have to study and do my best to pass my exams. Anyway, I live with my mother, and she had a partner, Freddy. It’s not that I dislike him, but I always thought my mother deserved better. He worked as a taxi driver, he was always late, and when he did get home he was always drunk. He was a loser. She’s a very attractive woman, slim, with a great figure, a tiny waist, large breasts and hips, long black hair, and a very youthful personality.

Once, I overheard my mother telling her friend Susana on the phone that she’d argued with Freddy because he didn’t seem to last long in bed and left her wanting more. She said he’d gotten offended and left, and while sobbing, she asked her what she was going to do, that she needed a man in bed and that masturbating wasn’t enough. After hearing that, I never saw my mother the same way again. I imagined that I could make a woman like her happy. I imagined, while watching her cook, all the positions I could put her in and the things I would do to her while I possessed her savagely, leaving her exhausted and dripping with semen. These images always ended either in the shower or at night in my bed with a brutal masturbation session. Because this practice had me desperate, I’d taken a couple of her thongs from the dirty laundry and kept them hidden in my room to smell them or masturbate with them while smelling them.

That weekend I had taken midterms at university and was exhausted from studying so much, so I decided to go to a party my classmates were having. I went to get the car to go, but my mom said she would drive me because she wasn’t going to drive home drunk. I didn’t have a choice, so I said yes. We arrived at the party around 9:00 pm, and since there was hardly anyone there, I asked my mom if she wanted a drink before I left, and she nodded. I went to the kitchen and got her a drink, went back to the car, and we talked for a while, laughed, and drank for a bit. When I started to hear the music getting louder, I said goodbye and got out of the car to go into the party. I told her I would call her to pick me up later. I went into the party and started dancing and laughing. I kept drinking; I don’t remember how much I drank, but there came a point when I was so drunk I couldn’t stand up. So I decided to call my mother to pick me up.So I decided to call my mother to pick me up. I sat outside the house until she arrived, got in her car, and she drove me home. As I walked toward my room, I noticed she was wearing only shorts and a t-shirt, which accentuated that figure that had inspired so many fantasies.

I leaned on her to climb to my room and fell heavily onto the bed as she patiently undressed me. I was left in my boxers. She gently covered me and leaned in to kiss me. I could feel her face close and smell her cologne. Without thinking, I sought her lips and kissed her. We kissed for a few seconds, and then she immediately pulled away, placing her fingers in her mouth as she watched me. I told her I was very drunk and asked her to lie down next to me for a while until I fell asleep. She hesitated for a moment but did so. While she was beside me, she began to gently run her hand through my hair, over my face, down my neck to my chest. She repeated this movement again and again. At one point, I took her hand and placed it on my abdomen and told her it hurt there. She continued gently running her hand down my abdomen and below my navel. I began to get a massive erection, so I shifted so she would notice. He was very excited, he really wanted a woman, he wanted her.

I began to clumsily slide my hand between her legs, hoping she would protest or stand up, which she didn’t. So, almost instinctively, I continued moving my hand upward until I could touch her sex. I felt her legs slightly open so I could touch her; she was very wet. At that moment, I perceived the scent of her vagina, which filled the space where we were. I found her breasts and began kissing them through her flannel shirt, desperately and frantically, while I heard her moan. By then, because of my movements, my cock had popped out of my boxers and was about to burst; the glistening head was impossible to hide. I moved up to her neck and began to bite it, while I continued waiting for my mother to react and get up, but she didn’t. On the contrary, her breathing became heavier and I felt her shifting in the bed. I understood that she wanted it as much as I did, so I took off her shorts and positioned myself between her legs. I began to lick and suck her clitoris, her vagina, her anus; everything was extremely wet, while I felt her body tremble.

The more I did it, the more I wanted to devour her. I felt her writhing on the bed, her moans filling the dark room. I began to insert my fingers while continuing to run my tongue over her hot sex again and again. I moved my other hand up and began to pinch her nipples as she took off her flannel. The bed was already very wet with her secretions, and I decided to climb on top of her. I placed my cock at the entrance of her vagina and thrust in hard. A muffled cry made her grip my back with her nails. I began to move, and after a few minutes, I felt a powerful orgasm wash over her, soaking her crotch completely. I continued moving without stopping for a long time, stimulated by each orgasm that I felt possess her body and leave her legs trembling.

I don’t know exactly how long it lasted, but I remember we screamed and explored the entire bed, in every position. I remember her abundant wetness, her sweaty body, the smell of sex, and her moans. My fingers explored her, eliciting moans of pleasure and rhythmic movements. We made love desperately for a long time until she told me between sighs that she couldn’t hold on any longer, that she didn’t have the strength to keep going. So I decided to come, and what better place than inside her? I remember an intense, sustained orgasm that flooded her with my semen and left us exhausted between the sheets and the dampness of our fluids and sweat. That’s how we fell asleep. When I woke up, I was alone in the bed. I got up clumsily, not knowing what to say or what my mother would say. I wasn’t even sure if any of it had really happened. I walked to his room and he wasn’t there, I went to the bathroom and finally to the living room, where I found a note on the table that said “Good morning sleepyhead, breakfast is in the kitchen, I’m sorry I won’t be there to keep you company but I’ll give you dinner tonight… Kisses.”

From then on, we never stopped having sex, whenever we could, at any time and in any place in the house. Clothes were always in the way, the house always smelled of sex. We never needed anyone else again. Everything I needed to become the lover I am, I learned from her. To this day, she is more than my mother; she is my wife…