My Mother… Mine…

My life isn’t perfect, but I consider it incredibly exciting. When I was 25, someone once told me that you shouldn’t wait for things to happen, but rather make them happen. That advice became a guiding principle for me every day of my life. I’m an athletic and restless young man, creative and extremely sexual, so I’m always looking for new experiences. My mother is a liberal, even uninhibited, professional, and self-sufficient woman, so I believe I owe much of my character to her.

It was normal to be at home and see her doing her activities topless or sometimes in tiny transparent robes. I can’t deny that after some time I began to enjoy that image, which gave me what I needed to masturbate in the shower or in my room. I want to emphasize that I never saw it as bad or sinful; after all, it was natural, so I also walked around the house in boxers and even naked on occasion, although I tried to hide my erections when I stared at my mother’s ass while she was scrubbing or cleaning, so I would retreat to my room when I felt the situation could be uncomfortable.

That weekend I was overwhelmed with exams; university had me extremely busy and focused. However, one of my favorite ways to relieve so much pressure is to release my energy by masturbating, so loud music, which is always in my room, and browsing some porn or erotic stories to boost my libido and provide the necessary imagery were all I needed for a satisfying, liberating, and relaxing wank.

My mother came into my room. The music was so loud I didn’t hear the door, much less notice her. I was lying on the bed with my cock in my hand and my eyes closed, imagining my mother in the shower, her back to me, penetrating her from behind while the water ran over our bodies. I slowly slid my hand up and down my thick cock when I began to feel the sensation of orgasm coursing through my body and gaining strength. The inevitable contractions of my cock, announcing the arrival of my semen, were unstoppable. I felt a gush of that thick, white semen explode in my hand, accompanied by a muffled cry and a strong contraction, followed by a frantic movement of my hand to squeeze out what was coming out. Suddenly I opened my eyes and saw my mother there, watching me intently with her arms crossed. I immediately grabbed my boxers and covered myself. Not knowing what to say, I just stared at her. She told me she was going out with some friends to a birthday party and would be back in a little while. Later, he asked me if I needed anything, gave me a kiss, and left my room in the most natural way.

I left my room dismayed and ashamed, trying to explain what I had seen. Not knowing exactly what to tell her, I went to her room and watched her getting dressed, gently running her fingers over her breasts and her completely shaved vulva. That sight stopped me in my tracks, and I stepped back, hoping she wouldn’t notice me watching. My mother has a slender figure, is about 1.70 meters tall, weighs around 60 kg, has dark skin, and long, wavy black hair. Her curves are prominent, her breasts round and perfect, and her small waist contrasts with her wide hips. Her long, shapely legs complete the picture of a beautiful and sensual woman. As she dressed, I observed every detail and saw her put on a beautiful, form-fitting dress that accentuated her figure with a deep neckline, wearing no underwear and black stockings with garters. I noticed that she would be leaving after putting on her makeup, so I went back to my room and sat down at the computer to pretend I wasn’t there. She opened the door, said goodbye, and I heard her leave.

I finished so completely that I lay down naked on my bed, and without realizing it, I fell asleep just as I was. A movement in my bed woke me up; it was late. The clock on the nightstand read 2:05 a.m. When I turned over, half asleep, I saw my mother lying next to me. She smelled of liquor, and I felt her naked body against mine. I didn’t dare move, imagining I was dreaming and would wake up at any moment. I clearly felt my mother’s hand sliding over my arms, my shoulders, my chest, and down my abdomen until it reached my penis, which she gently took and began to caress. The response was immediate. Even though my eyes were tightly closed and I was confused, that didn’t stop me from quickly getting a strong erection. The movement of her soft hand and the warmth of her naked body made me turn to find her lips. We melted into a passionate and eager kiss. We began to caress each other wildly and desperately, I sought to kiss her beautiful breasts and bite her neck, her moans and groans stimulated me to continue.

Almost breathless with excitement, I felt my mother lower herself and position herself between my legs, taking my enormous cock into her mouth. It was a sensation difficult to describe, one I thoroughly enjoyed. With each stroke, I felt her expert tongue searching for every ounce of pleasure that might be building up inside me. The continuous sucking of my cock made it grow even more. Instinctively, I grabbed her face and pulled her closer, kissing her passionately while using my other hand to position her on top of me for penetration. I felt my cock enter her; her vagina was incredibly wet and hot. I felt her shudder, and a cry escaped her lips. We began to move rhythmically as she rose up in front of me, and I squeezed her beautiful breasts. The movement of her hips and the way she looked at me made me move harder and faster.

Time had stopped, we changed positions many times, on our backs, face down, raising her legs, opening them as wide as possible, on our sides, sitting on the bed, on the edge of the chair, leaning against the desk, on our backs with one leg raised. I didn’t count how many orgasms my mother had, but I do know that her vaginal fluids ran copiously between her legs. I struggled not to come. With each thrust, I felt her vanish in my arms that held her tightly. I could feel her strength leaving her every time my fingers sought her clitoris to accentuate the orgasm that came in endless waves. We stayed like that for hours. The sunlight was already timidly filtering through the window, and our battle was still not over. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I decided to flood her with my semen. I pinned her against the wall, her back to me, and gripped her waist, thrusting into her again and again until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Streams of hot semen filled her as her legs trembled, and a cry brought the session to an end. She turned around, looking exhausted and sweaty. She kissed me tenderly on the lips and left my room. After that first time, we repeated it several more times, but those are other stories…