Yes I love it. I love fucking my mother. Nothing better, nothing tastier than her piss wet pussy. And yes, I am a pervert. I am proud to be a pervert. Because there is nothing better suited to take a man’s dick than his mothers hot pussy. And my mom, she likes being nailed by her own blood. She loves it when her son calls screams out “Oh, yes mom” while she fucks him into oblivion. Here is the tale how we two finally found to each other.
It all began when I was in my late twenties. Fresh divorced and looking for a place to stay. My mom offered me my old room. I gladly accepted, told her that it just would be for a few weeks, until I found some affordable place for my on. But for now, I was back at home. With a cooking cleaning woman at my disposal. Yes, I enjoyed the service. And mom was happy to not to have to live alone anymore. At least for the time being.
It didn’t took long until we ran into each other in more or less intimate situations. The first incident was me taking a shower, jerking off my wiener while she came in the bathroom. My heart stopped for a few seconds. She just let out the following words: “No need to worry, I just need to pee.”
And that’s all she did. And she left the room after washing her hands. Not even trying to catch a view of naked me. But her being in the room did something to my cock. It made him harder. Somehow I began to fantasize. Thinking about her piss wet pussy. I finished off pretty damn fast while doing so. So I kept on going, whenever I jerked off, I imagined fucking my mom, eating out her pussy, licking her asshole, sucking on her tits, even tasting her golden juices. Doing this somehow changed my perception on her. I more and more began to see her in a sexual way. I began to check out her ass, tried to get a glimpse of her tits when she was wearing some deep cut clothes, I think you get the deal.
Mom, she noticed it all. She probably felt my eyes staring at her. Practically undressing her at every possibility. She even played along. Began to dress herself in a more appealing way. Exposed herself on purpose. Even became a little bit flirty when we were sitting together for our daily dinner. But not only that, the bathroom door stayed open all the time. The door to her room was never fully closed. So was mine. Even when I was jerking of while watching porn, my door was never fully closed. It was just a mater of time, until something would happen.
Surprisingly it took a few weeks for something to happen. I ran into mom. She just got undressed and was on her way in the shower. I was on my way in the bathroom to take a piss. Despite the fact that I was hoping that exactly this would happen, I was somewhat embarrassed: “Sorry mom, I didn’t knew that you are in.”
She answered: “No problem. If you need to pee, just do it. I don’t mind at all.”
During our short conversation, I just had to stare at her damn hot ass. I immediately popped hard wood. I have no clue if mom noticed it, but pissing with a boner can be a difficult task. So while I was sitting on the toilet, mom was behind the curtain, showering. Washing her body. Finally, after a damn long minute I was able to let go and empty my bladder. While I stood up, pulled up my panties, I noticed the shower curtain moving in a certain way. Mom must have been watching me. Or at least taking a short glimpse of my dick. And yes, she later admitted it, that she was doing exactly that.
When I left the bathroom, my dick was still rock hard. So I went to my room to beat the fucker down. Thinking only about what I had seen before. My moms hot ass. Damn it, I was done fast. Over the next couple of weeks stuff like that happened more and more frequent. Either she accidentally caught me naked in the bathroom or while I was peeing or I caught her. We both were into catching glimpses of each others naked bodies. Sometimes I even was able to hear mom moaning when she was fucking herself in her room. Despite the fact that the door was unlocked, and not even closed, I still hadn’t the guts to just walk in on her.
But I found another way to get closer to her. I began to steal her worn panties, smell them, lick them and squirt some nasty loads onto them. After I was done, when mom wasn’t home, or just in the bathroom, I always placed them on her pillow. For her to find. And she did find them. To my surprise, when one day I ran into her peeing, I saw that she was wearing one pair panties with my cum stains still on them. I just got paralyzed. Starring at her panties. Hearing her piss hitting the toilet. Full blown cinema in my head. A rock hard boner between my legs. A huge tent pointing towards my mom. Yes, she noticed it. But she played it cool: “Is anything wrong, son? Do you see something you like?”
While saying so, she just spread her legs. Exposed her pussy. With a golden stream still gushing out of it. She did that all, with a big big smile on her face.
I was still unable to move. Saliva was probably dripping out of my mouth. My eyes fixating her pussy. My brain wanted to stick a tongue in her cunt. But my conscience kept me from doing it. Despite the invite I got. Mom, damn it I love her, noticed it and reacted in the right way: “It is okay son. Just do it. Make me happy. Lick my pussy.”
I must have been flying over to here. Within the blink of an eye my tongue was licking her still piss wet pussy. The taste, heaven. By far better than her panties. I was addicted to her taste from the first second. Mom, she began to moan. She moaned even louder when I brought some fingers in the game. Mom grabbed my hear. Her fingers played with it. Then she grabbed my hair. Her body began to tremble. She clearly had an orgasm. But I wasn’t done with her, or she wasn’t done with me.
I just took her. Lifted her up from the toilet, turned her around and slid my pre cum dripping dick deep inside her pussy. At first I tried to gently. To restrain myself. But it didn’t took long until an animal, normally trapped deep inside me, took over. I was fucking her hard. Deep. With full force. I was literally plowing her dripping wet pussy. She enjoyed it. Called me a good boy. Her good boy. Her son. Told me to fuck her harder. And finally, everything came to a stop. Orgasms in both bodies. Fireworks in both brains. Muscles relaxing. Two faces smiling at each other. Giving each other a few passionate kisses. Behaving like lovers, not like mother and son. And yes, it only was the beginning. It got better, hotter and kinkier since my first time with mom.
*And yes nothing but a made up story. Fiction. Fantasy. But you already guessed it, don’t you?*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/spa1bi/motherfucker_mf