I am Abhi. you can contact me at . I can’t remember exactly when I began to see my mother as sexually attractive, but I do remember a time long ago when we were sitting in the den watching television. For some reason, she was wearing just her nightgown, a thin nylon thing that revealed enough of her figure to catch my young interest. We were sitting together on the sofa, my head on her shoulder. I remember stealing glances down at her ample chest, barely concealed from view by the thin material. Very gently, I slipped my head down and rested it on her breast. She responded by slouching down and providing me a flatter place on which to lay my head. I remember the feel of that full breast on my cheek, the supple heaviness of it. A couple of times I rolled my head against her, feeling her flesh move against my jaw. I guess I got a little too bold because eventually she swatted me away and had me sit up beside her again. No words were said. As I straightened up, I remember noticing that her nipples were hard, pushing out against the thin fabric…
As my late teen years approached, I became very curious about her, realizing that not only was she my mother but also a very attractive woman, especially sexually. She was tall and curvy, with long legs and a heavy bust. I was proud to be the envy of my over-sexed adolescent friends. They would beg me to let them come to the house so they could sit around and stare at her, hoping to catch a view of an extra bit of leg or even a glance down her blouse. I felt protective of her but eventually even I began stealing glimpses of her through her (often open) bedroom door as she got ready for the morning or night. She was a stay-at-home mother but always made a point of being properly done up: a sharp dress or blouse and skirt, always with hosiery and heels. Some days she would head out on her own, leaving me alone at lunch or after school to deal with my sex-obsessed thoughts of her. I’d take the opportunity to rummage through her lingerie drawer, pulling out her brassieres or stockings. I’d feel the smoothness of the fabric and imagine what it would be like to run my hands up her silky legs or fondle her satin-covered breasts. I even got so bold as to jerk off in her bedroom a few times, my stiff cock wrapped in one of her stockings or a pair of panties.
As I think back to that time, I realize that she might have been giving me her own signals of attraction. I recall several times catching her, seemingly by accident, in various states of undress as I’d pass by her open bedroom door. She’d be sitting on the edge of her bed, drawing her stockings up her legs, or sitting at her dressing table in her skirt but no blouse. Each time I walked by she’d yelp and try to cover herself from my view. It happened too often to have always been innocent.
Near the end of high school, one event became a turning point for me.
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It was a few years later, when I was in college, that we reached a landmark in our relationship. I was now a young adult, and by now had some casual, fumbling experiences with sex. It was the typical learning environment, both in and out of class. I was no longer a virgin but so far, the process had been unexceptional.
It was summer break of my sophomore year. I was home, goofing off in the hot, hazy days of July. I woke up late one morning, dragged myself out of bed and headed for the shower. Suddenly it was as if no time had ever passed. My mother’s bedroom door was open wide and I could hear her in the closet, sorting through her clothes, getting dressed. I called out a ‘good morning’ to her. There was a pause and she responded with her own ‘good morning’. Then she called to me and asked if I could help her. I walked into the room. She stood peaking around the edge of her closet door. She nodded toward the bed and asked if I’d hand her the brassiere that was laying there. I glanced around and saw the black, lacey push-up bra spread out on the bed. Instantly my mind went back to that day a couple of years ago when I saw her breasts hanging heavily under her nightgown. I imagined this filmy bit of fabric encasing those wonderful mounds. I felt my cock begin to swell. I picked up the bra and carried it to her. While I was still a few steps away, she reached out to take it from my outstretched hand. Suddenly her breast slipped out from behind the door and hung there in full view. She felt it happen, gasped and brought her hand down to cover herself. It was too late, however. For the first time that I could remember, I’d finally seen it. However briefly, I thrilled at the realization that I’d just seen one of her large, dark, well-defined nipples, standing thick and erect against her smooth, milky white skin.
She quickly tucked in behind the door and once again reached out for the bra. I stepped forward and dropped it into her hand. She asked me to wait a second and disappeared behind the door. A moment later, she opened it wide. She stood there with her back to me, holding the bra against her breasts, the clasp undone, hanging loosely. She asked if I’d do it up for her. She stood, waiting. I stared at her bare back and then my eyes followed the curves of her body downward, down to her hips. She was wearing a girdle, a tight black sheath that accentuated her luscious shape. The attached garters held silk stockings up her long curving legs and she was wearing her black high-heeled pumps. What instantly brought my cock to throbbing attention was the sight of her ass. My eyes widened when I realized that she was not wearing panties. Her bare cheeks peeked out from under the girdle. This was too much for me. My cock became a raging erection. It was all I could do to reach up and take the clasp of her bra in my shaking hands. I fumbled with it, tugging at the stretchy fabric until I managed to hook the ends together.
She looked back over her shoulder and thanked me. I said nothing, didn’t move. She turned to me slightly, asked if there was something wrong. Still, I said nothing. She kept her hands up, shielding her breasts and turned to face me, a quizzical look in her eyes. She watched as my eyes roamed down her body, stopping at her breasts, then down further to the dark tuft of hair peeking out from under her girdle, down between her legs. She instantly brought her legs tightly together in an attempt to conceal her womanhood. I looked up again, only to watch her eyes drop down to the huge tent that had formed in my pants, a damp circle spreading from the tip of my hardened cock.
‘Oh…’ she whispered.
We all face moments that change the course of our lives. If we make one decision, things turn out completely different from the direction another decision would take. This was one of those moments. All of those years, all of those ‘casual’ glimpses of her, especially what had just happened, seeing her entire breast before my eyes, the vee between her silk-covered legs, her bare ass…everything came together at once for me. Trembling, my heart pounding, I reached out and took hold of her wrists. She took a step back from me, asked what was wrong. I pulled her arms away from her body until I could see those two luscious breasts, piled up high by the brassiere, a deep cleft between them. She struggled against me, trying to free her arms from my grip, demanding to know what I was doing. I stared at her breasts, watched as they swayed with her movements. She continued to back away from me but became very quiet, just stared into my eyes then down at my bulging pants. She moved back until she was pressed up against the wall. I let go of her wrists and brought my hands to her breasts. She gasped as she felt my fingers close around them and squeeze. She swatted at my arms, twisting her shoulders to try and break free from the grip I had on her. As she pulled away from me, I took hold of the fabric covering one of her breasts and peeled it down until her nipple popped free. I kept pulling at the bra until the strap fell from her shoulder and slid down her arm. Her breast slipped out into full view.
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I pushed her shoulders back against the wall, pinning her there with one arm across her chest. I cupped her bare breast in the palm of my free hand and lifted it to my mouth. I pressed my lips against her nipple, sensing the hot skin and the roughness of the dark areola surrounding the thick nub. I opened my mouth and greedily pressed her flesh inside until my cheeks were bulging. I sucked and sucked and sucked until I could feel that hard nipple touch the back of my throat. I kept my mouth full of her and pressed my face into her other breast, nuzzling it through the lace cup.
I began to sense that she was no longer struggling against me. I felt her hand come up to the back of my head, felt her fingers press my face against her. Slowly she reached up and tugged the other bra strap down off her shoulder and let the cup slide down, exposing her other breast to me. Wordlessly, she lifted the heavy globe and rubbed it against my face. My mouth was full, my entire face was smothered by the expanse of my mother’s breasts. I sucked harder, pulling even more of her into my mouth. I lifted my chin and looked up into her face, her breast stretched taut. Her cheeks were flushed. There was a sheen of dampness on her forehead. She was biting her bottom lip.
Our eyes locked. Keeping her hand on the back of my head, she slid down the wall a little then reached down between my legs. Electricity surged through my body as I felt her fingers take hold of my throbbing cock through my pants. She reached out and fumbled with the zipper but eventually got it open. Another charge fired through me when her fingers wrapped around my bare cock and drew it out into the open. Her gaze never wavering from my face, she began to stroke me, sometimes squeezing me tightly or thumbing the tip of my erection. I had to let her breast fall from my mouth. My breathing was beginning to quicken, it was hard to get enough air with all of that flesh stuffed in. She lifted her breast to my face and pressed it to my cheek. I nuzzled her cleavage, let her skin cover my eyes. Her grip on my cock remained firm. She kept stroking me, sending electric shocks through my body.
Slowly she straightened her legs and stood away from the wall. Pushing me back, she took my hand and led me out of the small room, over to her bed. She sat down on the edge, facing me. In a daze, I watched as she undid my pants and stripped them down off my legs. My cock stood out towards her. She reached behind her back and unclasped her brassiere, then let it fall to the floor. Leaning in toward me, she lifted her breasts and enveloped my erection with them. The drops of liquid that were oozing from the tip helped to moisten her hot skin as she began to stroke me with her own body. Once again, she expertly worked my cock, sometimes pressing me deeply into her cleavage, sometimes lightly brushing the shaft and head with her firm nipples. I watched my cock disappear into the folds of her flesh only to pop up against her chest – again and again and again.
Slowly she eased the rhythm of her movements, then let her breasts slump down to her chest. I felt her legs move around me until they were behind my own. She tightened her thighs against me. She took hold of my arms and drew me down toward her as she lay back onto the bed. I followed her, pressing my chest into her belly. My face was just above her breasts. She arched her back and then took hold and lifted both breasts up to me. I pushed my face down between them. She flattened them against my cheeks and I reveled in the feel of her luscious body enveloping my face. I withdrew and looked closely at the nipples being held a few inches from my face. They were a deep brown colour, the edges made well-defined circles at the tips of the full, rounded mounds. I saw the many dimples that were scattered around the two areolas. In the centre of each was a long nipple, standing up thick and hard. I bent forward and brushed my nose against each one. She shivered. I extended my tongue and slowly and deliberately licked her nipples, feeling her body shudder with each stroke. She began to squirm under the weight of my body lying on top of her. She arched her back to me even more, motioning for me to suck her breasts.
I had to stop for a moment and think about what was happening. Here I was, lying on top of my own mother, between her legs. Her long, stocking-covered legs were wrapped around behind me. The smoothness of the silk was cool on my skin. She lay there, holding her bare breasts up to my face, expectantly waiting for me to take each one into my mouth. I slowly looked down at her legs, then up to her breasts, then up to her face. Again she lifted her breasts to me. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I lowered my head and opened my mouth to take her nipples between my lips. She forced her breasts together so that both nipples were close together. I was actually able to suck both of them at the same time. She shuddered violently as I drew both into my mouth at once. I sucked hard, running my tongue over the stiff nubs. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving. My mouth was once again full of my mother’s flesh. She let go of her breasts. They separated and one slipped out, dropping heavily against her body. I latched onto the other and sucked at it furiously, drawing more and more into my mouth, stretching it up taut. She shuddered again and again.
I felt her reach down and put her hands under my arms. She tugged at me, motioning for me to move up higher and lie fully on top of her. I felt the smooth, tight girdle and the curly hair between her legs brush against my belly, reminding me of her missing panties. I slid up, letting go of her breast. It too dropped back against her chest. I looked down at those two firm peaks, then pressed my chest against them, flattening them between us. Our faces were close, almost touching. She brought her hands to my cheeks and then brought her lips to mine, kissing me passionately. We held that kiss for an eternity. Finally she broke away with a gasp. Staring into my eyes, she raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I felt her slide a hand down between us, groping for my throbbing, dripping cock. I shuddered as her fingers closed around me with a firm grip.
With her eyes burning into mine, she drew my cock up and pressed it between her legs, against those feminine lips that by now had become swollen, hot and wet. I suddenly realized that she wanted me to mount her. My own mother wanted her son to put his cock inside her. I couldn’t believe it. I looked at her quizzically, wondering if I misunderstood. She bit her bottom lip again and nodded her head.
“I want you inside me…please. I’ve wanted it for as long as I can remember. Please, Hon…do this for me. Put that wonderful cock of your’s into me. I want my son to fuck me.”
I was surprised by her language. I’d never heard her say ‘fuck’ before. I’d never heard her voice so low and hoarse, so full of raw passion. In a daze, I nodded and brought my hips down against hers. She opened her thighs widely and guided my throbbing shaft between those swollen lips. I pushed up, up, up into her. Her vagina closed around my cock like a hot, moist sheath. She gripped my ass and pulled herself up onto the full length of my erection then held me there as if to savour the experience of having me inside her for the first time. Slowly she relaxed back down to the bed and pulled me up into her hips, motioning for me to begin. I pumped myself into her a couple of times, slowly, wanting the feeling of entering her to last forever. She softly moaned as she felt me move inside her.
I began to fuck her more deliberately, my pace quickening with each stroke. She brought her legs back up around my waist and pulled me into her, taking each thrust as deeply as possible. I pushed up onto my hands and looked down at her body as I drove my shaft in between her legs. Her nipples described broad circles as her heavy breasts swayed back and forth each time I pushed into her. I lifted myself up off her body enough to be able to watch my erection slide in and out of her vagina. Her labia were two reddened bulges of flesh separated by my glistening cock, lubricated with the moisture that was now flowing freely inside her. Her body was ablaze with passion, the heat in her vagina unbelievably strong. This was an experience that went far beyond anything I had ever imagined. I still couldn’t believe that I was actually lying on top of my own mother, fucking her, listening to her moan, watching her breasts surge back and forth as I pounded my cock into her. Not only that, but she was willing to let this happen. She actually wanted me to do this, had wanted me to do this for a long time.you can contact me at sizzler1234 at gmail dotcom.
“Oh god,” she gasped. “I’m coming. I can’t believe this…you’re making me come so quickly, Honey. Oh god…make me come, Honey. Fuck me faster. That’s it Baby, fuck Mummy. Make me come…”
I furiously drove my hips down into hers again and again, my strokes coming faster and faster. I stared into her face, watched as she gasped, winced, bit her lip. Her eyes suddenly opened wide and she looked directly into mine. I’d never seen her so wild, so feral before. Her fingers dug into my back and she bucked her hips against my thrusts, drawing me into her, almost violently. With a loud cry, she spread her thighs widely and lifted herself off of the bed. She grabbed my hips and held herself against my cock. I could feel the muscle spasms in her belly. Her vagina tightened around me. She drove her clitoris up and down against the base of my shaft, calling out again and again, groaning, moaning, whimpering. No words can describe how I felt, watching my mother experience such an intense orgasm as she lay there underneath me.
Within moments of her onset, I felt my own orgasm building deep inside. It was far beyond my control. Within seconds, within a few brief, deep thrusts, I exploded inside her, spilling surge after surge of semen into my mother. She immediately sensed the pulses of my orgasm, the hot fluid flowing into her.
Oh my god…oh my god…oh god, you’re coming! You’re coming…inside me! Oh my god, is this really happening? Honey, honey, honey, you’re coming inside me! I’m your mother and you’ve got your cock inside me and you’re coming! Oh my god! Is this actually happening? I…I…oh god… I can feel you coming inside me…!”
There was nothing either of us could do. We were lost in the passions that locked us together. I pounded my hips into her, furiously, again and again until I was completely spent, empty and exhausted. I don’t know what she had thought would happen, how it would end. What did she think I should have done? How could I have stopped it?
Then I suddenly realized…she wasn’t angry or frightened. She was lost in the wonder of it, reveling in the experience of having sex with her own son, feeling him on top of her, fucking her, spilling his seed inside her. She wanted this, expected this. This was something that she had dreamed of and had, little by little, made it happen.
I pressed my body tightly onto hers. She wrapped her arms around me and once again brought her lips to mine in a long passionate kiss. We lay there together, feeling the heat of each other’s body, kissing again and again…
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