I live in a shared apartment; we’re less fortunate than our neighbors we only have one room, and the house is very old. Every night, around eight o’clock, my mom comes home from work, cooks something delicious in the kitchen, and usually asks how school’s going for me. My mother is an enchanting woman she’ll be 46 soon, and I’m her only child, so she’s managed to keep her slender figure mostly intact. She has average heightnot overweight or too thinbut a perfectly balanced harmony of features. Her greatest asset has always been her lush hair; she can sit for hours in front of the mirror, evoking her “golden-blonde treasure.” She looks like a much younger girl, and I inherited my large blue eyes and soft lips from her. Despite her feminine beauty, my mother lives here in this small room with her sonme. We’ve lived alone for a long time, and she’s very attached to me, which may explain why she doesn’t want to look for a new boyfriend.
We sleep together on a queen-sized bed. It’s true I didn’t get the better half; when I was little, I used to jump on her like a trampoline, and my half of the bed suffered the mostso much so that the springs became nearly unusable. Over time, this started bothering me, and I complained to my mom about sleeping uncomfortably; the damaged springs pressed down into the mattress. There wasn’t money for a new bed at the moment, so I had to toss out my half. Mom thought if she pushed her side of the bed against the wall, we could manage like that for a while. I didn’t argue because I didn’t want to sleep on the floor and didn’t want my mom sleeping on the floor either.
On the first night, I was sitting at the computer; Mom finished up her evening chores in the kitchen and went to take a shower. About ten minutes later, she returned to our room wrapped in a towel. Without taking her eyes off the computer screen, I let Mom get dressed after her bath before going to bed. I heard her lie down on the bed, cover herself up, and turn toward the wall. The night was soon ending, and it was my turn too. I stripped down to just my underwear, went to the far end of the bed, and crawled under the blanket between Mom and the wall. And then I felt my motherboth of us lying beneath the same blanket, with nothing between us, practically naked.
I felt her pantiesand that was it; she wasn’t wearing anything else. I was stunned. The shock gave way to unusual sensationsI felt incredibly satisfied. My mom’s skin was so soft, so smooth I wanted to kiss it. She was almost asleep, and I had no desire whatsoever to sleep; I was thinking about how wonderful it would be to lie beside a womanespecially one as soft as her.
There wasn’t much room on the bed, and Mom was facing me, pressing me against the wall so tightly that her breasts fell onto my left chest. It was only then that I realized how full and round her breasts were; her nipples burned with warmth. My cock stiffened and pushed against the blanket like a columnthankfully it was dark.
Then something special began to happen: Mom placed her foot on my legs; just a little more, and she would have reached my hard cock. Her hand rested on me, holding my right shoulder. I was in paradiseshe hugged me with her entire body, as if a girl were hugging her favorite stuffed bear.
I wanted to masturbateor maybe not masturbate anymoreI wanted a woman, and there she was, right beside me. But no matter how strong my desire was, she was still my mother. She was asleep…no, I realized she was just pretending to sleep, judging by the way she hugged me tighter. With even more force, her leg rose higher and reached down under my underwear, touching my hard cock. Her face came closer to my ear, and I heard something unintelligible: “Uh-huh… uh-huh…” She began gently nibbling at my earlobeit was impossibly pleasurable.
Suddenly, she lifted herself up onto the pillow, lowered her body until it reached my underwear, and pulled it down, trapping it around my erect cock. I stayed silent, as did she. I felt her pull off her pantiesa moment of quiet nightand then she sat on top of me. I easily slid inside my mother; it was hot and slick there, and when she began moving, her fluids made a delicious sucking sound, spreading over my cock and down to my testicles.
She lay atop me, pressed against me, holding onto my shoulders, her pelvis working like a machineher vagina contracting, sometimes gripping my cock tightly, then releasing it. I felt my testicles become completely soaked with her liquid; her nipples burned with heatbut the hottest part was between her legs, where I was about to climax.
We breathed deeply, without saying a word; she openly enjoyed being with a man after so many years. I couldn’t hold back for long it was simply surreal. She pressed her voluptuous body and soft skin against me, and a stream of semen erupted from me. I climaxed violently and couldn’t stop. Feeling that I was about to climax, my mother pressed herself harder against me and froze.
She felt wonderful too; it had been so long since she’d experienced such pleasure being filled internally by the warm sperm of a man. My mom trembled; her legs began twitching and gripping tighter around me. She lifted herself up onto my cock, and I felt hot liquid flowing from her vagina it was very much liquid.
It soaked my cock, my belly, and the bed. Afterward, Mom lay down beside me again, hugging me with her leg once more and resting her head on my chest. We were both wet and a little tired and before we realized it, we had fallen asleep…
