The best end-of-year gift: my mother

Well, what I’m about to tell you happened recently. I’m 45 years old, and my mother is 65. She separated from my father to live with another man, who died eight years ago. Now she lives alone with her 20-year-old sister, who is slightly mentally challenged. After Christmas, since I was alone because my wife had left with her family, I decided to go see her.

When I arrived, he was pleased to see me, and after a while, he offered me a soda, but I told him I’d rather get some beers, which I did. Then I offered him one. I replied that yes, when I was with my father, he really liked it, and he said, “Yeah, son, but now I’m better off without drinking.” I stopped insisting and started drinking. Then he said, “He told me his friend Jorge had asked about me and lent me his phone number.” Jorge was like family and got along really well with my mother. He asked if I could talk to him, and I said yes.”

After talking to him, he was supposed to arrive, which he did after an hour. After greeting each other, we continued drinking.

After a while, he asked my mom if she wanted a beer, and she said no, but he insisted until she said, “Okay, just one, so you can see I’m not bad, but it seems the withdrawal really affected her, because she finished it quickly.” My friend opened another one for her, and she tried to refuse, but he insisted again, and she finally agreed. Anyway, the three of us stayed up all night, and, tired and drunk, my friend left. He lay down for a while on my mom’s bed. I must say, since she lives in one room, everything is close together. Anyway, my mom and I were left alone, and we continued talking until I asked her:

—Hey, why did you leave my dad?

“Oh, son, because he used to hit me often,” she replied. “So I stopped loving him.”

Then the man I left with appeared. You see, I was happy with him until he died, because he was very affectionate with me.

—Well, it seems like he… I told her it seemed like he treated you well, because even though he was younger than you, he died leaving me with so much love. She said, “Oh, son, if you could see how he left me, so spoiled. The little rascal did it to me so often.”

At that moment, I noticed my cock getting hard at her response, and already somewhat excited, I said, “So what, Mom, let’s see if he can do it right?” She, already drunk, said, “Of course, son, he was an expert at it; he always saw me doing it when he saw me.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” I said. Don’t worry, we’re on friendly terms.

—What was your favorite position?

She blushed and said:

—Oh, son, what things you say.

—Well, if you want, don’t tell me.

—Well, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.

—I loved it when I knelt down, it ended so well. I was already squeezing my penis through my pants, which she saw and said:

—Hey, what are you doing?

—Sorry, Mom, this conversation just made me feel like this.

At that, my friend stood up and said goodbye.

Then my mom and I continued talking. Then she went to the bathroom, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, so I took out my dick and started masturbating, thinking about how my mom would look with a boner. Then the bathroom door opened, and I barely had time to cover my dick with my hands. We continued talking, and I said, “Hey, Mom, let’s have sex. Nothing’s happened since your father died,” and she said, “Well, yeah, son, and even though…” Believe it or not, I’ve respected his memory; because even though I miss him, I’ve resisted it, and that’s why I’ve drawn closer to God.

At that, she caught a glimpse of part of my cock and said:

—Hey, what’s wrong? Why do you have that outside?

And now taking my hand away, I said to him:

—Oh, Mom, forgive me, but this conversation has made me feel like this. I was already masturbating in front of her, and she turned away so she wouldn’t see me. I took her hand and held it. I put it on my cock, she pulled it out, but since she didn’t leave, I put it back in and didn’t take it off. I could see her now too; I was already really horny, and I started touching her legs. Even though she was wearing pants, it was really nice, and we continued touching each other for a while. Just when I was about to fuck her, my sister woke up and got up immediately. We stopped touching each other, and my mother got up and said to me, “My mother went to sleep, and I stayed there asleep.” About an hour passed, and the discomfort of the chair woke me up. I saw my sister sitting there eating breakfast, and I said, ”

—Hey, sister, I’m going to lie down in bed for a while.

I lay down at my mother’s feet and, remembering what had happened and feeling the warmth of her feet, I touched and caressed them, placing them on my cock.

I started running my fingers over them, but when she didn’t say anything, I took them out, and the rough sole was already rubbing against my cock. Before I knew it, some of my fluids had already wet her feet and my cock was entering between her toes. I wanted to do more, so my hand reached up to touch her ass and I began to stroke it. Then, her foot was massaging my cock, and when my hand went down to her crotch, she opened her feet to touch it better. My hand began to stroke her and she let out a little moan.

My sister, who was standing with her back to us watching TV, turned around and said:

—What’s wrong, Mom?

My mother replied:

—Nothing, babe. She kept watching TV, and I kept touching her until I couldn’t take it anymore, so I moved my hand up to try to pull down her pants, but she lifted her body a little to… My hand was already touching her bare ass, and my fingers touched her anus. When I felt it, I realized it was more open and blooming, which proved she’d been fucked there too. Then, my hand touched her pussy, and I felt thick, already wet lips. My finger went in, and she moaned. Then, the three fingers went in, and I saw them go in and out of her pussy. At that moment, I felt her hand on my cock, and she grabbed me to insert it. It seemed like she was in a hurry, because as soon as she put it in, her ass moved to swallow it all. I was about to cum, but I held back, staying still. Then, I started thrusting it in and out until I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I came inside her. At that, I noticed that her pussy was squeezing my cock, making me realize that she even had a doggy style.

We stayed like that for a while, and now my hands were touching her little tits. My cock was still hard, and she took it out with her hand and placed it in her anus, which was already very hot and wet. So, my cock entered her anus, and although it wasn’t as tight anymore, it was still good. She put her hand on my waist to pull me so she could put my whole cock in. My cock went in and out of that big hole until I finished again.

After a while, I pulled her out and pulled up her pants. We fell asleep. I woke up hours later and saw that it was already very night. I got up and told my sister, “Sister, go lie down and I’d do it on a mat they had.” And we proceeded to fall asleep. When I was fast asleep, something woke me up, and I felt something sucking my cock. I saw it was my mother, and she said, “You’re not leaving me stung.”

As I touched her body, I realized she had her hands on my waist, trying to pull me up so she could insert her entire cock. My cock slid in and out of that big hole until I was completely gone again. After a while, I pulled it out and pulled up her pants. We fell asleep. I woke up hours later to find it was already very late.

I got up and told my sister, “Sister, go lie down and sleep, and I’d do it on a mat they had.” And we proceeded to fall asleep. When I was fast asleep, something woke me up, and I felt something sucking my cock. I saw it was my mother, and she said, “You’re not leaving me stung.” When I touched her body, I realized she had her hands on my waist, trying to pull me down so she could put my whole cock in. My cock went in and out of that big hole until I was done again. My sister had gone to sleep, and I would do it on a mat they had.

We lay down, and when I was fast asleep, something woke me up: I felt something sucking my penis, and I saw it was my mother. She said, “You won’t leave me stung.” And when my hands touched her body, I realized. She saw that I was already naked and ready to be fucked again, which we did. Until dawn broke, and I realized she was already asleep in her bed. I got up and, without saying goodbye, left. I haven’t spoken to her because I’m afraid she’ll say something to me. What do you think?