It was late in the evening (around 11PM) when I made myself comfortable on the sofa next to my mom(F53) who was, as always, watching the news and sipping wine. Her evening routine usually consists of taking her antidepressants, having 1 to 2 more glasses of wine to enhance the effect of her meds and then either making it to bed or passing out on a sofa.
She’d just got out of the bath so the soft, pleasant smell of her soap and her shampoo lingered in the air, combined with smell of cannabis and tobacco it´s a smell I’d always associate with home. Every time I sat down next to her in the evening she would lie on her side next to me, resting her head in my lap facing the TV.
Why does she watch the news right before bed I don’t know but she also sometimes reads crime stories before bed so I guess she is just weird like that.
My mother is a 53 year old woman who is one of those naturally attractive women who are usually assumed to be 10 years younger than they are simply because of their face. The closest famous person I could compare her to regarding her appearance is Helen Bonham-Carter. Dark brown curly hair down to her shoulders, pale skin with light brown freckles and gentle wrinkles that only enhance the natural contrast between her young looking face and her status as a mother and a 50+ year old woman. Her breasts are very large and together with her big bum and wide hips complete an image of a beautiful, plump and gentle woman whose head was resting in my lap and whose smell was now sending invisible electrifying waves of exctasy combined with uncontrolable feeling of perversion through my whole body, starting in my head and finishing exactly where her head was.
I’d rest my arm on her shoulder and slowly and gently stroke her shoulder, just enough to create a sense of calmness and comfort.
I already knew exactly what I wanted to do. To slow down my strokes to keep my palm on the same place to make it feel warm and comforting so mom finds it easier to fall asleep. If I wanted to say domething to her I’d whisper into her ear to make her feel the warm breath from my mouth on her ear. Otherwise just wait and keep listening to her breathing and keep checking her eyes. In my head it lasted at least 6 hours but it was only 30 minutes when I noticed, that I had slightly readjusted the way I was sitting without waking her up.
That was it. She was fast asleep. I gave it another 20 minutes to make sure. As she was laying there, my mind started wandering to all possible scenarios I have ever fantasised about that had involved my mother. From scenes that would remind you of indie films and undeground cinema all the way to BDSM porn. My thoughts jumped from one to another so I decided to play out a part of my most frequent fantasy which I can elaborate on some other time. I desperetaly wanted to feel her bum with my bare hand, to feel her ass cheeks in my palm and to live out my sick, perverted ass fetish involving incest. I therefore slid my middle finger between her big, pale bumcheeks, literally milimeter by milimeter, constantly observing her face and listening to her breathing. The tip of my middle finger was closed in between her ass cheeks and my index finger and ring finger ever so slightly pressing and gently squeezing her freshly showered skin. The fact I was feeling such an intimate part of her body like my mom’s asscrack was already enough to make me cum immediately, even without any help. The feeling was growing more and more intense as I started feeling her pubes between her asscheeks and around her asshole. I’m feeling up my own 53 year old mom and I’m slowly circling around her asshole, feeling her hair. I can now imagine her exactly how she is.
Unfortunately I was not really able to take a good look at her hairy ass, but with her fast asleep (passed out, let’s be honest), my finger followed the trail of pubes from her ass through her bridge and all the way to the warmth of her pussylips, covered and coated with dense bush. Touching my own mom’s pussy and asshole made my feel really perverse and fucked up but being able to play out the fantasy I had in my head and being able to feel what she felt like between her legs allowed me to imagine her in my scenarios more accurately, especially with all the visual details available to me in that moment. I’d always dreamed of french kissing with my mom, spitting on my fingers and sliding them between her bumcheeks while making out. Feeling her asshole and her pubes enhanced all the visual details in my imagination…to be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xfmxqf/33m4f_erotic_story_momson