Mom was also a very seductive woman of medium height with silky blond hair laid under a square, charming face with beautiful eyes and beautiful lips. Over the years, her charming figure was filled with juiciness, which only added to her attractiveness and seductiveness. The ripened breasts of the third size complemented the image of a beautiful Russian woman of 40 years. Her legs, slightly curvaceous in the hips, below the knees were simply divine with very feminine beautiful feet. In general, I had a very beautiful mother, my tongue did not turn to call her a mature woman, she looked young and sweet. And as always happens in such cases, when my mother is very beautiful, I was in love with her without memory since childhood and could not help myself. I was normal, sociable, honest, courageous. My father raised me well, I studied well and went in for sports.
But to overcome my passion and love for my mother it was beyond my strength. I never fell asleep right away, left my door always ajar, listened with all my might, ecstatically listening to how my mother makes love to her father, how she gives, making sweet sighs and moans when she finished I was just crazy about overexcitation and also finished I loved her and stared at her, unable to look away, and I was not the only one; my mother liked men and was not surprised when they looked at her, even if she had her own son. Of course she understood me, but she didn’t take it seriously. I was her favorite son for her.
I have long had thoughts of acknowledging her love, but how, how to overcome this life barrier between my son and mother. How to violate all moral concepts, how to circumvent these life laws, how to penetrate into this cherished personal space of such a woman I wanted. I thought about everything, love and passion made me do it. I excluded all sudden attempts to master it. This could scare her away, and vice versa, even further remove me from me forever, and even this idea was unpleasant for me, I was not used to doing something on the sly. I didn’t even think about winning it by force, I would never have raised a hand to my mother. There was only one way out: to fill her up with compliments and confess love, to make her admire and proud of her son’s courage and courage, only in this way could she understand me, pity and forgive. In the end, she herself was to blame for being so beautiful, and that she was not serious about my passion for her, constantly warming her up with her adornments and smiles.
And finally, I decided. Father went to the night shift. And my mother and I stayed together at home for the night. Mom took a shower, went around the house in a red robe just below her knees and rested, combed her hair, drank tea, spoke on the phone. In her slippers her legs were simply unbearably tasty. I watched TV in the hall gathering my courage and tuning. One of the TV shows that my mom watched began on TV.
- Mom, darling, your movie started - I shouted her
- ABOUT! Well go, surprised by an unexpected compliment she replied
- Do not go flower, I want to bring you myself, I boldly and gently attacked. And he got up and went to her.
Mom got used to compliments from men and was not very surprised by my courtesy. Only cheerfully and triumphantly smiled.
- But if I'm a flower, then try it, if you take it away - sure that I was joking flirting she joked. I approached her. She stood quietly confident that I would not do it, as she was a bit lush and I would not lift her, and smiled cheerfully, thinking that I was entertaining her. I easily picked her up and carried her into the hall and put her on the sofa. She was surprised and even a little scared. And smiling with admiration thanked me:
- Thank you my dear. For a long time no one wore me in my arms. Has put on weight absolutely.
She half-legged sideways and leaned on a pillow at the head of the sofa and tucked her legs under her. Khalatik opened them up to his knees and I enthusiastically sat down next to her:
- No, mom, I have the most beautiful and desirable woman, I continued bravely.
- I was embarrassed right - grinning praised me said mom, unaware of my goal, flirting with me
“How beautiful I am, I’m already at the age, you have to give compliments to young girls,” she stated sadly.
- Yes, what are you moms of your sweetness any young woman would envy, look at how tasty your legs are, what a charming figure, what a lovely chest, neck and a very pretty face with divine lips and clever eyes. You are a very attractive woman! - I threw her frank compliments.
- What are you saying young man? - She joked in surprise.
“You like me so much, but what about girlfriends?” - With interest she asked jokingly.
- Mom you are the most wonderful woman in the world, I like you very much, I can not see enough of you, just admiring you is a pleasure, and my friends and you are not standing next to me, I don’t like them. - I admitted to her.
- Yes, I will not ask who you love. - All understood mom said.
“You are a beautiful mom woman, I love you and I always loved you, while I remember myself and I will love you — I boldly confessed to her boldly without retreating.”
- Well, well, well, quieter, quieter, she calmed me down a little.
- What about the girls? - she didn’t understand me or didn’t realize what she had said until the end.
- What kind of mom girls. I love you alone and I want to hug you, kiss, caress. - without fear I have already added.
- And what, strongly want? - shy asked mom.
- Yes, let me take possession of you mom, this is my dream or I will be very bad - I begged her.
- Oh my God, do with me everything you want, but I’m not very likely to suit you. I’m old — my mother stopped resisting my tenderness.
But already celebrating the victory in my soul, I got up and approached her from the side and sat down on the edge of the couch and hugged him and kissed her on the lips. She was quiet at first, but with an ever-growing desire, she responded to the kiss. I almost ended by meeting her tongue and playing with him. I began to kiss her face neck. She gladly gave herself to caress. I went to her feet and began to kiss her feet and fingers, which I wanted for so long. her legs lay on one side of each other, tucked under her mother. I pushed my mother one leg to kiss the second and stared between her spread legs there beautifully covering her tubercle seemed panties. Mom seeing my ecstasy showing off gently said:
- White, they are yours
After these words, I completely lost control of myself and put it on the couch, spread my mother's robe and dug into her whole body, savoring the most delicious places, lips and beautiful breasts. Mom gently stroking my head with her hands enjoyed my love. Having reached her panties, I kissed all her hips, legs, feet removed her panties. Mom showing off spreading legs. And I saw in front of me a beautiful pussy-rose in which I immediately dived with my tongue. I literally ate her pussy for 10 minutes, so I loved her. Mom was forgotten in sweet sighs and groans. I stood in front of her and quickly undressed to the goal. My 14 centimeter not yet matured member has long been ready to explode in pants from tension. Mom saw him with interest and called out:
- Come to me!
And I lay down between her spread legs and put my dick into her wet warm and cozy pussy. And kissing her and caressing her breasts with increasing and accelerating shocks brought her and herself to a frenzy. After I finished, we lay hugging on the couch. Then I made us some tea, my mother subdued. And we naked talked for a long time laughing and swallowing sandwiches. Then my mother called me to the bedroom in their bed with her father.
- Well, okay, I already saw the boy, now show me a man, fuck me for your pleasure - she challenged me.
And I gladly gave vent to fantasies. Having ordered her to first give me a blowjob, from which I went to heaven, then putting her on Korachka, I fucked her with cancer in my pussy, then twisted and locked her as I wanted and fucked her pussy, then I put her on my elbows, and dug my tongue into her ass, changing then his dick, there I finished it. And after lying a little more happy with her went to his room.
We made more love later. Then I got married and my passion for my mother faded away, but the memory of happy times was still long.