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Sunday, a gray Sunday in October.
I ,, Mother’s son, 23 and live back home.
That with the girlfriend didn’t work.
Her last words were “then go to yours Mother, If everything can do better “. I only complained that the bed linen had no fragrance. Mutti always put fabric softeners on the laundry.
And I like the scent of freshness, and the scent of mom.
Well, so I have been living in my “children’s room” for four weeks. In my mother’s house.
Mutti is 46, has been a widow for three years and work as a saleswoman in a meaty business.
With us there is no vegetarian dish on the table.
Think my mother is not over her alone and prefers to sit in front of the telly in the evening than to tear down somewhere men.
And I feel the same way. I sit in front of the PC and dream of a nice mouse.
Well, my biggest problem is my shoots. I am always horny and have to milk myself at least twice a day.
That was also something that might break my relationship. My shoots.
Oh yes, Sunday, it’s afternoon and my sack is full again.
I look at a porn and play on my eggs.
Seats in jogging pants and shirt in front of the PC.
Slowly my stick becomes hard.
So down the pants and switch on the manual operation.
The first droplets form on my cock tip.
Brush your finger nicely and lick it .Mhhmm, I like that.
Suddenly it knocks on the door.
I fly up my pants and press the button with the email background. “Yes”
The door opens and mom sticks his head through the door.“Honey I go to the bathroom. Want to put me in the tub.”” Ok, no problem, a lot of fun “” What should be fun in the tub?”” Oh there I know something, “I smeared back.
” Yes.Yes you and your dreams. Continue dreaming my son.”
And the door goes again.
Also good, I can continue to stroke my latte in peace.
Slowly the juices rise again.
But somehow the porn doesn’t appeal to me today. My head cinema wants something different.
I could see if I find a panties from mom, a worn. I like the scent of pussy and a few droplets pee.
So I sneak into the bedroom and what do I see for my luck?
Mutti has her laundry lying on the bed.
I take the bra first and bury my nose in the shells.
An intense scent of skin, some sweat and my mother’s deodorant flows towards me. I get my friend out of my pants and now devote myself to the panties.
Oh, it’s wet and smells very intense.
Horny, I’m getting hotter. Now take the panties in the left hand and sniff and lick my tongue on the damp front of the brief. With the right I surround my limb and jerk myself. My wanking movements are getting more and more stronger, I get and horny and the fragrance seems to me to be more intense in the panties of mom.
For a long time I can’t stand it anymore.
I press my knees against my mother’s bed and ske the first great words.
Yes, mom, yes make me get nice and horny.
Yes mom let me inject …
“Peter!!!”
Shit, what’s now. I only need one minute.- Please mom, take your horny Bübchen. Yeah, mom I can go to your panties. “Peter!!!”
“Yes mom, what is it” I can’t stop now, so horny I haven’t been so horny. It is the first time that I smell on mothers fragrance briefs and she is at home.
Nicely.
“Peter, can you please bring me a glass of soda, I have thirst”
Oh, I could breastfeed that, but not with soda … Nice up and down with the right. But somehow my head cinema is swung around.
“Peter, please, please give me an answer.”
“Yes, mom I bring you something to drink. A minute”
I put my mother’s panties on the bed and stow my stiff in my pants.
Get a glass of limo out of the kitchen and I’m already standing on the bathroom door.
“May I come inside?”” Yes, how else do you want to bring me the glass “
I open the door and see my mother in the foam of the bathtub.She sits in the tub and the approach of her breasts can be seen. “Here is your soda” I say and put the glass on the sausage edge. When I want to turn around, she says “Come here.“I go a step closer to the tub and didn’t think of the bump in my pants at all. “What excited you, my son? You seem to have a powerful erection.“I think my head has to burst, it must have been so high red.
I felt like that of shit.
“Honey I wanted to talk to you before. Your bed sheets are always so full of spots. I know that a man has demands and cannot sweat out, but then please take a towel in the future and do it with it.”
I no longer know what I was going through my head, but I think the worst thing was the shame that my mother had approached the wanking stains in bed linen. But instead of leaving the room in humility, my decency let me down and mine tail Was bigger in the jogging pants again.
And when my mother prevented himself to grab the glass, she also presented me with her wonderful big bosom and a wart in Natura. I would have loved to get my lout here in front of the tub and wanked in front of my mother.
“And something else. I also noticed the stains in my panties. Do you cool on my laundry?”
Bing, red light again alarm.“You don’t need to be red.“What is green or yellow? Yellow would be good, then I could say that the conversation would have been hit on my liver and I would have jaundice.
What do I say now? “I think you should at least ask me if you can take my laundry,” said my mother.
How, what, she really said that. I thought it was going to do it, now makes me reservations and then this sentence. I was perplexed.
“I think you got that from yours Father. He was also a clothefan.
He held my briefs on his nose every evening after moving out “
I was really still in the bathroom with my mother or my head played a prank.- No my head played cinema. My father sitting on the bed and my mother’s panties under my nose.-
“And then what did he do” I wanted to know about my mother. She leaned back now and stretched out in the tub. With a grin she looked at me and said: “Maybe I’ll tell you that in a quiet hour.
But now make you come out.”” Mutti please, now you have made me so horny. Please I want to know more.““ No, Peter, maybe another time.““ Ok, then I’ll go back to my room.”
When I get out of the door calls Mutti. “Come in again. I forgot something “. I open the door and go to the tub.
“If you are already there, please wash my back.”
Oh mom likes. And that’s exactly what the meat seller is going through my head- may it be a little more- my half-tie is growing again. “Yes, I like to do that” take the sponge and a little shower gel and want to get started when my mother gets up. She turns her stomach to the wall and presents her back and horny ass.
I am completely flat.
For at least ten years I have been seeing my mother naked for the first time.
We were never prudish, my parents brought me open and freely and I went to the sauna or the nudist beach with them as a child, but when I started sexual maturity, I withdrawn.
And now I stand behind my naked mother and have a sponge in my hand and a stand in my pants.
Start your shoulders, work on my back and dare to go back to the back baking.
Mom stretches her ass towards me.“But that’s more than the back, my son.“My lust increases, how much I would like to grasp my fingers between her legs. I take the sponge and rub your thighs off. “I just wash the places where you go badly,” I say and think that I would like to reject the whole body. “Ok, exceptionally, wait for myself and then you can wash my feet.”
Now she turns around and I see that she is shaved.
Despite the residual foam, I can see your cunt very well. The venus mound is blank like a children’s popo and the labia is slightly opened. She glides into the water and stretches her right foot towards me.“Come on, let go.“Oh yes mom, gladly but if it works with something other than with the foot washing.
Slightly bent forward, I first take my right and then my left foot.
“Tell Mutti, since when have you shaved down there? You weren’t in the past.”” True, your father didn’t want that. But I’ve been shaving for a good half a year and think it’s nice.
It always tingles a bit when I put on my panties.
You can believe me also a woman still has wishes and needs in his mid -40s, “
It’s incredible, but I’m talking to my mother about her apparently non -existent sex life, as if I were talking to a buddy in the pub.
Yes I like to believe that and would like to know more about it. But you are my mother and mothers are taboo. “Yes, sometimes I already lack a man. I do it myself every now and then, but I lack the touch of a partner “Ohh what a conversation.
The film Starting to play again in my head. “Then you have to look for a partner again. There are elite partners, every 11 minutes …”
“Yes, I will do that too. But the right one has to come first.
Appropo come … Would you like to show me how you do it?”
No, she didn’t say that now, I heard that because I wanted to hear it, but what did she say “How do you mean the mom?““ As I said it. This situation here also makes me quite flush. If you want, we can both show how we do it ourselves.
And I could show you how it works without you wank your sauce everywhere.”
Friends I have to go to the ear doctor.
Did that just say we do it in front of the other? My mother? Is this incest?
“Come on to dare, take your hand” your hand glides under the water towards her column. Your breast is over the water and mom almost with your left hand on one of her teats.
I am like in a trance, torn back and forth. Feel my stiff member through my pants. Mutti lets her tongue slide over her lips and lifts her pelvis a little.
I now see clearly how she shares her labia and her finger slides over her clitoris,
I pull my pants down and take my cock in my hand. First wanking movements. “Stop, not so quickly. Take off first and then you take a towel.“My mother says and lets a finger disappear in her column.
Her nipples are stiff and stand off their big firm chest. The warts have contracted and I can’t take off my pants quickly enough. I almost stumble. Shit what I’m horny.
I think I would do everything. Had jerking off a thousand times as a head cinema. I watch my mother to be satisfied with herself. I finally manage to take off the jogging pants.
I grab a towel and sit on the tub edge. “Take a shirt too.”
I take off my shirt and take my stiff pin with my right. In the left I hold the towel.
My eyes are fixed on my mother. She briefly closed her eyes her mouth is open.
Her right hand plays on her cunt and the left of her warts. She moans softly.
I rub my stiff and feel the juice rises. Mom opens the eyes and says “Slowly my darling, you have time. Take your finger and rub over your tail tip.”
Wichsleitungen in Internet Have always fascinated me, but that’s a bit more “yes, mom, tell me what to do, I’m so horny, I want to obey.“I let my index finger slide over my plump glans and lick my finger.
“Ahh, my son is a connoisseur. But I said you should lick your finger? As a punishment, you now take your hands on your back.”
She is devoting herself again to her pleasure center. Now with both hands. The left stimulates the clit and the fingers of the right hand penetrate into their lap.“Oh is that cool.
I haven’t been so cool for a long time.“She closes her eyes again and now gives clearer groan noises. On my tip of the cock, joyful droplets are already formed. I would like to go out and just cum. But somehow the game fascinates me what mom is doing with me.“Yeah, yes, leak me.
Uuhhh is awesome. Come on let me feel you.“Mutti stammered a few words and rubs her clit more and more. She really lifts her abdomen out of the water and literally offers me. “Ohhhh yes come, take me, yes, put it in.“Your fingers are now more firmly into her grotto and the clit is red and swollen.
Juice runs down on my ass cheek. Is that sweat? “Yeah, Jaaah, Ohhh, push too. Fire … Jaaaaahhh, mmhmmm … “
Mutti lets the hand slide out of her column and licks over the lips.
I still stay on my back with my hands and have the one with my eyes orgasm sucked up to my mother.
She opens her eyes, looks at me and says: “Well, you were good?““ Yes Mutti, but I can now?“She smiles at me,“ come to the tub and spray your juice out.” ” On you?”” Yes my darling, on me, come on my breasts.“She lifts her breasts with one arm and I only need a few wanking movements and my sauce shoots out.
However, I meet my mother’s face rather than her wonderful breasts. With her fingers, she strokes the cum in her mouth and says: “Next time we will practice the towel”
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