Mother Lust
Svetlana Mega
Mother Lust
Svetlana Mega
Taboo Dreams
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Don’t Ever Tell
"You can't ever tell."
I responded, "No, I will not."
"I mean it. If you do, we'll both be in so much trouble."
"I am aware," I informed her.
"I'm not sure you do."
Our position was unchanged at the front door, just inside the house. With her thumbs tucked into the waistband of her underpants, she stood there and stared at me. It would just take a little prodding to have her underwear slipping down her thighs.
I announced, "I promise," feeling a knot in my stomach from the suspense. Her pussy was almost within my line of sight. I just needed to persuade her that I would remain silent. I added, "I mean it," hoping she would finally do something.
Her face contorted into a look of uncertainty as she clenched her jaw and stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. The speaker expressed her desire to participate, but admitted uncertainty.
I swallowed, my heart racing with anguish. "Please," I sputtered.
"We can't touch. We can't do anything else."
She was almost ready to give it up until I heard about it. Her tone of voice shifted, as if she were about to agree.
"I know," I muttered while fiddling with the fly of my pants. "I just want to look."
A strict and uncompromising "No getting carried away and trying to grab me" was her warning. "I know what men are like. They'll say anything."
"No, I won't! I promise!"
She looked at me intently, trying to gauge my honesty. I had known this for as long as I could remember—that she would give me that look like she was looking for signs of deceit. It was her strong opinion that you should not.
My mom made an abrupt and startling movement, lowering her underwear to her knees, as she whispered the words again.
My mother reached behind her and undid her bra just as I was gasping for air and feeling the surge of excitement in my cock.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," my mom sighed. She went on to say, "If it weren't for Britny..."
I blurted out, "Oh sh*t," while staring at my mother's exposed breasts.
Her undergarments were dangling firmly between her knees as she stared at me, her breasts wobbling slightly after they had been unveiled. She urged, "Come on," as she thrust her chin. "Get it out. Get it over with."
"You're lovely," I moaned.
She blinked twice as her expression softened; clearly, my mother was impacted by what I said.
"Corry, come on," she whispered gently. "I've done it. This is what you wanted. Hurry up. We can't stay like this forever."
I uttered the words "I'd love it if we could" without realizing them before I said them.
My mom blurted out, "Stop mucking about," her voice dripping with uncertainty. "I feel silly. Embarrassed. This is wrong, and we shouldn't be like this together."
I freaked out at the way she said it and the expression on her face. For a while, I believed she was going to back out. An icy chill ran down my back as I imagined her underwear concealing the verdant triangle of her dense, black pubic bush. "No, please," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Don't be embarrassed."
Her words, "I'm your mother," failed miserably in assuaging my anxieties. "I shouldn't be so vulnerable in front of you," she pointed out. Dissimilar to this. It's filthy and sexually explicit. The only reason I let you see me was so you wouldn't go near Britny.
"I... I know," I stammered out, my voice barely audible.
"So get on with it," my mom said with an icy tone. She put her hands on her hips and closed her eyes, giving me the impression that she was sacrificing herself for my sake.
I yanked my jeans down to my knees, undid the zipper, and snapped the button. My underwear slipped down at the same time.
In response to my moan, she opened her eyes. As I cranked my dick, my gaze shifted from her bush to her ample, round breasts and their obvious nipples, absorbing every curve and curve of her feminine figure.
"Bloody hell," my mom muttered.
Hey there, mom!Looking at her expression, I let out a grunt.
Mother said, "You're very excited," while staring at my privates.
I informed her, "'Cos you're lovely," as I wrung my hands frantically, yanking on my member as the urges built up and the surge was about to peak.
"Do you mean that, Corry?" I said, seeing the same easing in her countenance as before I had said the same thing.My mom paused to collect herself. "Do you truly believe I'm beautiful?" she asked."
"Mum," I mumbled because I was at a loss for words; I was overwhelmed by my emotions and had trouble thinking clearly. As I wanked my size, my mother's luscious voluptuousness consumed me. She looked stunning, with her ash-blonde hair pulled back and her figure exposed to my ravenous gaze.
"Oh my goodness, are you coming?""
I groaned, snorted, and moaned as my mother stared at me, her face sagging with whatever it was that I was doing as I pressed my palm on my cock. She looked back at my face with a look of curiousity on her face.
"You are going to cum, holy cow!"I heard my mom shout, "Already!" before she squeaked it out.
The sight of my mother's lush pubic fur and her large swinging tits made me feel so excited that I couldn't control the sweet outrush of joy and thick, gooey ejaculate. By this point, my cock was in spasms, so I groaned and let it all go.
As my mother squealed my name, I felt three or four more spurts of sperm flick out from my member. The heated fluid continued to pour out in a random shower, with globules sparkling on the coir doormat and more spitting out onto the wooden floorboards of the corridor.
"You're causing quite a scene!"my mother yelled. Stop cumming on the floor, you nasty little pig!"
Even though I was unconcerned, I yet heard it. I felt an overwhelming surge of joy. I let go of all my worries and irritations as the jizm exploded out my cock and became engrossed in the intense pleasure.
I was about to stumble into the front door in a tangle of trousers, flailing limbs, and a swinging erection when the next reasonable idea occurred to me: my mother, with her enormous boobs jiggling, shoved me aside.
"Disgusting, repulsive, swine," my mom was shrieking. In order to dab at the spunk, she removed her underpants and got down on her knees. She said, "I should have known," her focus clearly on the job at hand. "It better not be ruined. It's better not to stain the wood."
I sputtered out, "I'm sorry," as a snotty thread of silvery cum dangled from my member.
My mother yelled out, "Go. Get away from me.". From her perch on the hardwood floor, she shot me an icy stare.
"But, mom," I began.
"I told you to go," my mom responded with her jaw tightly clamped. "We did it. I let you. It's over."
I attempted to object, but she scolded me. With her underpants clenched in her fist, my mother stood up, exuding an awe-inspiring combination of wrath and nakedness, and she gestured down the hallway towards the rear of the house.
My mom yelled out, "No! Don't even think about trying to communicate with me!" "I'm appalled. I'm ashamed. I shouldn't have done it. It was wrong and filthy. I'm your mother, Corry. Don't ever try to talk to me about what just happened. From my perspective, it didn't happen. I'm going to forget about it. Those last few minutes are erased."
My mom was sitting on my shoulder while she poured her heart out to me. In order to prevent myself from tripping and falling, I seized my jeans and lifted them up.
Next thing I knew, I was half way up the flight of stairs, my stomach churning with fear and confusion over what had just transpired.
"Please, mom," I uttered after a brief pause.
"No, go away. Leave me alone."
I simply said, "I'm sorry," to her.
"So am I," she reMikeed, reaching for her cardigan.
"Please," I pleaded, my voice on the verge of tears.
"Leave me alone. Go away, Corry."
"But I simply cannot let it remain in its current state," I pleaded.
With the cardigan hanging loosely and undone, revealing her gaping breasts, she said, "You'll have to. I don't want to talk about it." In order to cover her vulva, my mom tucked her skirt close to her body. "I don't even want to see you, Corry." She said, wanting to be left alone. Let me consider this. I must endeavor to comprehend it.
I was taken aback by her wrath as she yelled as she descended a few stairs.
Saying, "I'm sorry," I moved on.
Then I walked to my bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts about the future of my relationship with my mother, and I left her to deal with it. I was terrified and anxious.
#
My mother's friend, Britny, was the catalyst. It had started when Britny, a slim and attractive lady of 54, made it plain she was open to sex with me. We flirted and even shared a couple of secret kisses, during which Britny squeezed my dick through my clothes and pressed her lithe, athletic body against me. I would have fucked her, too. I was 19 years old and hot for my mother's friend, eager to get at her pussy. Britny was trim, whereas my mother is generously proportioned. She had tiny boobs and fantastic legs. Her bottom was shaped like a peach, an inverted heart, which she pointed at me, inviting me to touch as she smirked and crinkled her nose at me. The truth is, my mother caught us in a clinch. We were snogging in the kitchen, my hands all over Britny's backside, her supreme derriere encased in denim jeans molded tight to those globes. My mother spat venom, ire in her face and tone as she all but threw Britny out of the house before she scolded me for my impetuous stupidly.
My mom vented her anger, calling the woman a slut who would hurt her son's feelings. It would be wise for you to avoid her, Corry. I will tell you right now.
Despite my mother's cautions and threats, I was going to fuck Britny because the attraction of an adult pussy was too much to resist.
My mother yelled out, "No, you're not going," as soon as she saw me sneak out the door.
My fib was that I was going to Britny's house when in fact I was not.
My mom stood between me and the door and replied, "Yes, you are."
I became enraged and screamed at her for interfering with my plans. Britny was a divorcee. My mom had what kind of business? I was nineteen years old and fully grown up.
Corry, listen up: "You don't know her like I do," my mom warned. Put her out of your mind.
After we continued to bicker, my mom finally asked, "What can I do to ensure that you refrain from associating with Britny?""
As I beheld my mother's ample bust, encased in her crimson, button-front cardigan, long-repressed emotions resurfaced. "Show me your tits, and I'll wank off instead," I said.
It was a ridiculous and awful thing to say, and to be honest, I hadn't intended to. The promise of Britny's pussy aroused my sexual desire, prompting me to utter the words. I was just as shocked as my mother, horrified by what I'd blurted out as we stared at each other. Her shock was immediate.
Time seemed to stretch out as my mother closed her mouth and stared at my face in the most bizarre and bizarre experience of my life. Her countenance turned instantly predatory, and she held my gaze.
My mom finally murmured, "If that's what it takes."
Because I couldn't believe her, I stared in disbelief and asked, "What?"I let out a gasp.
I could see the resolve in my mom's eyes as she nodded rapidly and decisively twice. "I said, if that's what it takes."
"You don't mean it," I said, my voice barely audible, as waves of surreal feelings washed over me. I felt a mix of disbelief and an intense, almost overwhelming surge of sexual need.
"Oh, I do, Corry," my mom answered with an odd smile. "Do you wish to perceive me in that light?" Very well. All right. Sure, we can do it. At this very moment.
I thought my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets when he undid my mom's cardigan and exposed the tit-flesh hanging over her bra.
My mom threatened to expose more than just her tits when she reMikeed, "Tell you what, I'll just get naked." It seems reasonable to me. Would you be happy about that? Does it mean you won't see Britny?"
Determined and full of purpose, she let her skirt fall as she unzipped it.
Will it, then?"My mom pulled herself out of her skirt to ask," I said.
"Mom, what is....?"I let out a gasp.
With her thumbs tucked into her underwear waist, she gave me the evil eye and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Am I not going to do it?"
What? Are you going to do it?I uttered the words while my stomach churned with nausea.
"I will," my mom said. We stared at each other for a few seconds before she finally spoke up, saying, "You can't ever tell." Her expression betrayed her uncertainty as she paused and looked to me.
I responded, "No, I will not."
"Truly, I am. It would be disastrous for us both if you did that.
"I am aware," I informed her.
"I'm not sure you do."
Not long after that, I was staring at my mother in her nakedness and spitting come on the mat and hardwood floor.
My mother came knocking on my bedroom door two hours after I had been harassed.
She timidly muttered, "I'm sorry," with her eyes lowered.
My mother came knocking on my door as I lay on my bed, my mind racing with anxiety. "It's all right," I reassured her, since those seemed like the correct words to speak.
Grasping her toweling robe tightly by the lapels, my mother cautiously edged closer to the bed, her countenance taut as she gazed at my face and asked, "May I come in?""
I sat up and gave a nod.
My mom drew nearer. "Were you serious?"The question was posed by her.
"So what?"
"You said that I am beautiful," she said, her gaze returning to mine.
For a few seconds, my throat was choked with emotion as I beheld my mother's frailty.
"Yeah," I choked out.
Do you honestly believe that I am overweight?"
Her voice was hoarse and filled with doubt as she peered at the space between her feet and my position on the bed.
"Absolutely not," I responded.
Yet again, she raised her eyes to mine and said, "Well, I am a little bit podgy."
I responded, "You're still lovely," my stomach churning with anticipation.
"But you like Britny, and she's so fit."
"It's different," I reMikeed.
"It was good," my mom reMikeed.
I scowled and inquired, "Did you like it?" perplexed by her strategy shift. Enjoyed what?"
"What do you think, silly?" my mom asked with a scowl and an eye roll."
My anticipation grew as I mustered up the courage to dream. "You mean...?""
My mom looked timid as she nodded. "Yes, what transpired?" she asked. Our actions? What I observed.
I answered, "I liked it too," with a hint of embarrassment in my voice.
"We could do it again," my mother said, her expression mysterious and enigmatic. After a moment of silence, she smirked.
I took a deep breath, letting go of all the pent-up emotions. Time seemed to stand still as I felt reality compress around me. The world beyond my bedroom walls seemed to vanish, leaving only my mother and me.
With a nod, I took a deep breath.
"Now," my mom commanded.
I sighed as my mom allowed the robe to parachute down her back and land on the floor.
#
While my mother lay on her back with her shoulders supported by my pillows, I stood naked by the bed, admiring her beauty.
"That's it; wank it, Corry," my mom groaningly said. "Show me."
"I want to touch you," I whispered to her, my mouth watering with hunger for her flesh.
"My goodness, we really shouldn't," my mom exclaimed in shock.
Just say no. Things we shouldn't be doing are already happening.
As I yanked on my dickens, I watched my mother caress her vulva with my eyes darting all over her.
"You're doing that; I'm doing this," I continued, shoving my member at her.
Mother: "I'm afraid it won't stop if I let you touch me. You'll ask me to put it inside." Son: "I know you will."
"I want to," I whispered, my voice nearly choked by the overwhelming urge to sob.
By the way, Corry, my mom grooaned. With her fingers caressing her sex, she closed her eyes and jiggled her bosom. "I know. I want to, too."
"So what? Let's just do it," I moaned.
"Do you know what you're saying? Do you have any idea what that means?"
Words failed me as an answer. I curled in close and sucked on the nipple between my lips while continuing to work on my dick. My mom tightened her muscles for a second before she moaned and delicately pulled my face away from her breasts after I gasped.
My mom finally said, "Suck my tits," after a little delay. The devilment and fire were staring back at her. After that, she gave me the other breast while smiling at me. "Go on; suck my tits. I want you to do it."
As I scrambled into the bed, my mom let out a series of squeaks and giggles.
With a sigh, she said, "Oh, mm, yes, my darling boy," as I snorted and sniffed my way around a mouthful of breast flesh. "We're going to do it. I want you to fuck me."
So that I could focus on her face, I stepped away from my mom's breasts. Her face beamed with affection as she grinned at me. "I know we shouldn't, but I so want to feel you inside me. Just this once. Just one night. I know it'll change things between us forever, and if I'm honest, I don't really have a clue. The thing is, I love you, and I want it to happen. I don't care about tomorrow. I don't care how I might feel. It might be—well, it probably is a huge mistake," my mom said with a shrug and a sigh. "But right now, here with you, I just want to be loved."
Incredulous by the magnitude of the situation, I gazed at my mom. My need turned to kind emotion as I moved in and gently kissed her, releasing my cock in the process. We both hesitated for a second before my mom parted her lips and I felt her tongue enter into my mouth.
After that, it stopped making sense. Both of us let out gasps and snorts as we frantically searched for any tender flesh we could locate. My tongue writhed and swirled with hers as I knelt on my knees.
In a gulp, my mom told me, "Your dad was a big boy." I was shocked and stunned. "It appears that you may have inherited the trait," she said, her laughter bordering on inappropriate.
My desire intensified, and I moaned an obscenit statement like, "I'm going to smash you with it."
I couldn't believe you could say that to me, Corry. Please, don't be so disrespectful, my mother squealed.
I disregarded the correction and let loose with it. I muttered, "I want to fuck you," while ragging on my mom's breasts. "I just want to suck it in." Well, I'd love to plunk you. These enormous tits... Looking at your hairy cunt, I couldn't believe what I saw.
I would never have used that term if the rush hadn't been such an overwhelming force within me. At that point, I had lost all control and was consumed by intense need and hunger.
Oh my. My god. My mom said, "I don't believe what I'm doing." "I don't believe I'm listening to you say those things."
"I love you," I cried out as I held my mother's lifeless body in my hands.
She said, "Then show me," as she cranked my cock. "Don't just stick it in and start fucking. Don't just bang at me, darling. Take it slow at first. Love me. Let's take our time. Let's make it special."
I felt less desperate after hearing her say that. Wondering what would happen between my mom and myself, I ceased squeezing and groping.
My partner's face was the object of my horrified stare. "Can I do it? I mean, are we going to...?"
Gazing up at me, she clasped her lower lip between her teeth. After that, my mom gave me the silent OK and said, "If that's what you want, " as long as it's love and not just... more than simply fucking," she went on to say.
My feelings intensified once more. "It's love," I whispered.
"Then come here and let's make love."
We stared at each other as she turned, and I knelt down between her thighs.
"Okay, go ahead and take your time. Get off your high horse and walk a mile.
While she held my root, I lay across her, supported by one straight arm, and rubbed my mother's breasts.
"Um, yeah. Affirmative, I responded.
"Look at my face," my mom adamantly required. "I want to watch you."
As I stared at my lovely mother, I felt sick to my stomach since she was holding the bulb close to her.
“Oh my, Corry,” my mom whispered. My kid, you are. Why are we even here?"
"Loving," I whispered, fully aware that it was the perfect word.
As my mom worked her throat, she briefly closed her eyes and nodded.
As my mom said, "This is it," I knew she meant it. If I abandon you, there's no turning back the clock. Upon entering my body,
"I know," I said, subtly hinting at her sensitive side.
"No sweat," my mom warned. Take your time. Embrace me. Give it time to sink in, and I will yearn for you. As I shifted and experienced the molten hug, she let out a gasp.
Looking down, I could make out my mother's vulva and thick pubic bush encircling it as I was half my own length inside her body. Her labia were accommodating my length.
I dragged it all in, and she moaned.
"Remain still. I could feel you, my mom moaned.
"It's really inside you," I whispered as I gasped, fixing my gaze on her face.
My mom quickly nodded and reMikeed, "Oh, I know, that's quite some girth." "Jesus, my darling," she continued, casting a glance at our union. "Remain still. No, not just yet. Will you just remain there for a little while?"
Surrounded by my own mother, I breathed out, "I... I love you," overwhelmed by the immense experience.
This is our love for one another, my mom said. Then she started to move, her rump slipping over my cock as she slowly shifted. Oh my. "Fuck," my mom said in, grunting as she retreated inside at my length. "Kiss me," she said, her gaze fixed on mine. Much as your affection for me. Let loose the kisses like a girlfriend would.
"You are my girlfriend," I groaned with a flood of passionate feeling.
As our emotions flowed between us, we found ourselves kissing.
We shared passionate kisses and a beautiful, extended embrace. Sometimes I would stand tall, arms straight, staring down the path my mother's body was leading me. With deliberate slowness, I glided in and out. My mother's pubic bush was matted and damp from our shared need and arousal, and she was wet as well, her need slippery on my shaft. At other times, I would end up kissing my mom as passionately as if she were my lover instead of my son, while lying on my elbows. As my mother's pussy grabbed my dick and feelings flowed inside me, we gazed lovingly at one other and muttered endearments.
The temperature then began to rise. As the movements became more vigorous, my mom swayed from side to side, her fingers resting on my shoulders, and her legs crossed at the knees.
She nodded and said, "Uh-huh, yes," as if to push me. More quickly. I'm done. Pick a size that suits you. Can you please fuck me?
When she began to plot my downfall, I grooaned, saying, "God, mom."
Jeez, screw me. In a low voice, my mom said, "Use me." "It's done. Continue, my beloved. Go for it with all your might. Please, do it for me. As you would with Britny, fuck me. Give me an example of how you would hit her.
That angered me. For an instant, I was enthralled by my mother's expression and words, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.
My lust intensified, and I felt an overwhelming urge to pound my mother's cunt.
I blurted out, "Your big tits," as I wept over my mother's swaying breasts.
"Big tits and a wobbly bottom," my mom said, plunging up to meet me on the downstroke. "Fuck me and make my boobs roll." Then I'll settle for a German shepherd. Get behind me, please. Please slap my arse as you hold my hips.
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