My anecdote with Mom
My name is David, I’m 25 years old, I’m 1.76 meters tall, and I’m somewhat muscular. I have an 18 cm cock. My biggest fantasy has always been to enjoy the delights of my mother’s body
My mother’s name is Ana Luz, and she’s 43 years old. I’ve always fantasized about every inch of her body, from her beautiful breasts—two years ago she had the brilliant idea, and I’m secretly grateful, that she got very large implants, since during her pregnancy she had me and my two brothers, and I didn’t waste a single year of breastfeeding without suckling those delicious breasts. She’s 43, fair-skinned with green eyes, and extremely beautiful. Her nose is perky, perfectly complementing her lovely face. Her whole body is very fair, which I love because I can imagine, from the color of her full, pink lips, the color of her vagina,which I’ve never been able to see. When I lived with her, I loved sleeping next to her. There was a time when I was 15 and she was single (since she divorced my father when she was 22) that she let me sleep with her, and I was happy. I’d go to my room to change and take a shower, and then I’d go to my mother’s room, already… My sleepwear consisted of shorts and a t-shirt; I tried not to wear underwear. We lived in a very hot region of the country, so at night without air conditioning, it was impossible to sleep. We usually turned it on full blast to cool the whole room, and this is where things get interesting. With just a blanket, I remember it was very cold, and I couldn’t sleep.
Luckily for me, I had a massive erection, I suppose not because of the cold, but because I knew I was next to my mother. She slept in short shorts and a loose blouse, without a bra to be more comfortable, which I took advantage of. I remember very well one night, I don’t know why, she decided to sleep in very thin shorts, which showed her panties through, and I was in boxers, shorts, and a t-shirt. In the early morning, when my tremendous erection woke me up, I took off my shorts and snuggled up to her. I’m lucky that she’s a very heavy sleeper; almost nothing woke her.
She was lying on her side and I was right behind her trying to push my hard cock between her buttocks, which I was slowly bringing closer and she didn’t realize it.
Since my boxers were thin, both my erection and the mark of my penis were visible, and I positioned it so that as I approached, it would be exactly between her buttocks. With any movement, I pretended to be asleep and continued. It was very cold, so I hugged her, letting my hand fall on her leg. I remember that she radiated a lot of heat, which was exactly what caused my excitement.
Minutes passed, and I slowly lowered my hand towards her belly. I loved feeling her belly because I could feel the stretch marks from her pregnancy. It excited me so much because I knew it was her. Little by little, I reached her pubis, and after a few minutes, I did. I felt her long pubic hair in my hand. My excitement was intense. I rubbed my hand against her pubis, along with my penis, which I held with my other hand—just the head of my penis to disguise the movement—and masturbated alongside her. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I immediately got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and masturbated like never before. First, while I was jerking off, I took off all my clothes and used some oil she had, applying it to my penis. Liters of semen wanted to come out, and I resisted to avoid ejaculating. I repeated this three times: I would lie down, touch her, and masturbate. And the one to blame for all of this was my mother, until… I came, lay down on the floor, and all my semen was dripping down my pants. I didn’t completely clean my cock, so my boxers were still a little wet. Because of the friction from my cock trying to touch her ass, her shorts had ridden up a bit, leaving them like thongs. The streetlight helped me see her looking so beautiful and sexy, with her ass positioned slightly towards me. So, with the remaining semen still on my boxers, I snuggled up to her and left some of my cum on her ass. It was an exciting night, as I repeated this about three times until I fell asleep. She was a very heavy sleeper because, despite my teasing, she didn’t notice.
On another occasion, when I was older, we lived in a large two-story house. I had my bedroom on the second floor. One night, as dawn was passing, I heard faint moans coming from my mother’s room.
And I knew it was her because it was the only room on the ground floor, and sometimes she left her dressing room door open, the windows of which overlooked the light well, which was the balcony of my room, and I would end up hearing my mother’s moans. I imagined that I was the one causing those moans in her. I would approach her bedroom door to listen in detail to the delicious moans, I would masturbate outside her room, or I would go to the living room to listen to her melodious whispers. From that moment on, I tried to seduce her by hugging her from behind.