1. " I Love You, Mom! "


    Date: 11/16/2016, Categories: True Story, Incest, Author: sextape1993, Rating: 65.3, Source: sexstories.com

    in her sexual prime, but sexually frustrated, being groped all over by a young man who's right behind her. All the variables of the formula were at work. At that point in time, it didn't really matter that I was her son. That's when I realised it's just a matter of time before I got to get this sexy woman to sleep with me. The pinnacle of a mother-son relationship. Again I'm telling you, it isn't all about sex. I loved her pretty fucking much and that's the reason I never had a serious relationship with a girl of my own age at college. I've been with girls, but never an affair. I knew if I kept on doing the right things at the right time, it's going to be sooner than later. But doing the right things was the hardest part, considering how easily I lost control around her. The session ended, and the heavenly 15 or 20 minutes also ended with it. Mom turned to face me. 'I'm tired, darling. Sleepy.' 'Yeah, me too. Better take a nap.' I agreed. 'We'll order something, maybe some pizza, for dinner and celebrate at home. What do you think?' 'Sounds good to me, Mom.' Mom smiled at me, with her eyes almost closed as if she's already asleep. I was still hugging her, so I leaned in and before she opened her eyes again, kissed her full on the lips. As our lips met, I moved my hands from her ass to her head. I held it firmly while my lips worked on hers. I wasn't surprised when the non-existent resistance she made faded away two seconds later, and she started kissing me back. Her tongue ...
    soon made its way into my mouth and I welcomed it with mine. We stood there kissing like two horny high school students who just discovered the fun of kissing, for a good minute. When we finally broke the kiss and I looked at my Mom, her eyes were still closed. My dick was so hard, it hurt. But this time I couldn't care less about the obvious tent. I picked Mom up in my arms. She smiled at me again and held to me tightly. My left hand was touching the under side of her bare thighs and this made me want to kiss her again. And kiss her again, I did. Then I carried her to her room, where there was her king size bed. That bed had been here since Mom and Dad moved into this house but she never got rid of it even after their divorce. A couple of males might have been in that bed with her while I was not at home, but she never really dated anyone so to speak. So the bed most certainly was her bed, and it smelled of her. And I loved it. There were numerous times when, as a teenager, I would get on to that very bed and masturbate, inhaling my Mom's scent while pretending to be fucking her, when she's not at home. I placed her on the bed. She was already half asleep, and dreamily rolled over to the middle. Since she had her back to me, I quickly stepped out of my shorts and threw it away. Then I climbed on to the bed and slowly moved near her. At this point I could hear her breathing heavily, like one does when they're sleeping. I knew my Mom well enough to know that when she's asleep, ...
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