My Mother is a MILF 4
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I remember clearly the day that my mom introduced us to his new boyfriend, Henry. Unlike what happened with Domenico, where everything was a gradual process, and meticulous, speaking of him little by little and watching our reactions before moving forward, with Enrique all happened so much faster. The submission was abrupt, without a lot of prior preparation, as if mom would like that we knew him immediately and without delay. The speed with which it developed things surprised us, marking a remarkable contrast with the way in which it had handled the situation above.
One day, when my dad dropped us off at the portal of the house, my brother and I, we went up the elevator as usual, without imagining that, when you open the door of the hall, we would be faced with a tall man and unknown to us. It was a surprise; there was Henry, a stranger who, from that moment, he seemed willing to integrate into our lives in an immediate way. His presence, unexpected and sudden, marked a significant change in our routine, and we faced the reality that mom had decided to move forward in your relationship with him with an urgency that surprising.
—I present to you Henry, he is my new partner —my mum said, bluntly, with a smile that left no doubt about his feelings. My brother and I looked at each other, surprised and a little puzzled, while this stranger got up from the couch, extending her hand toward us.
—Delighted to meet you, guys —greeted with a warm voice and secure. Your mother has told me much of you, and from what I've heard, I know that ye are two outstanding young men.
Enrique, a man who, though he was only a few years older than her, seemed to reach to our life with a maturity serene and patient. Just a couple of weeks later, my mom confessed to us that he intended to re-marry. Henry had no children, and, from the beginning, made a genuine effort to get close to my brother and me, trying to integrate into our family dynamic.
At first, I could not avoid feeling a certain lack of confidence. I had seen mom fall in love with as well by, but that romance was gone as quickly as it had arisen. He feared that Henry was simply another one of those whims passengers. However, with time, those concerns began to fade. Enrique, with his kindly treatment, and sincere, he was able to earn a place in our lives. Your patience, kindness and the way in which we integrated in our routine did that, eventually, it became a presence warm and familiar, thus establishing a link almost paternal with us.
Mom and Enrique were the kind of couple that enjoyed intensely in each other's company. Your weekends were full of romantic dinners, and dance nights, returning home with the joy of those who share a special connection. During the weekends my brother and I spent with dad, they used to travel, exploring corners of both Spain and Europe. You could tell that not only shared love, but also a deep friendship, something that made me see, to Henry under a new light, as someone who actually did a happy mom.
During that season, I started my first serious relationship with a girl, Elaia. I was so excited that, for a time, I thought that my obsession with mom had dissipated completely. Elaia was a girl my age, brunette, slim, and really attractive. Her beauty is not passed unnoticed, and many in our class looked up to her in secret. My friends, especially Ivan, they would remind me of the fate that had had to be with her.
Those first physical meeting started so shy but exciting. We sumergíamos in kisses long and passionate, those that seemed to stop time and allow ourselves to be completely engrossed in each other. As our relationship progressed, so did our approaches. Elaia began to allow me to explore your body with more freedom, and while at first petting was limited on the clothes, it soon became more intimate, marking a new level of trust between us. Every touch, every touch, intensifying the connection that I felt with her, feeding a mixture of desire and fascination that made those shared moments feel intensely real and loaded with meaning.
I remember the first time you invited me to your house. With their parents absent due to work, I knew immediately that the physical contact between us would be a lot more intense that day. The privacy and silence of the house, creating a charged atmosphere of anticipation, and both felt that this encounter would be different, more intimate, and full of opportunities to explore the desire that had been growing between us. We besábamos in your bedroom when, with growing boldness, slid my hand under his t-shirt. This time, it didn't stop me; on the contrary, she herself took off his shirt and then your bra, leaving me to contemplate her breasts. They were of a medium-sized, perfectly proportioned and firm to the touch. The skin, soft and smooth, seemed to sparkle under the dim light of the room, while their nipples, slightly pink and erect, they added a touch of vulnerability and desire. Every curve and contour of your breasts radiated a natural sexiness, that left me completely captivated.
Sucked and kissed her breasts with a passion uncontrollable, letting myself be carried away by the desire as I threw over Elaia. I started to rub the bulge under my pants against her pelvis, every movement full of a compelling need. She, aware of my desperation, I whispered:
—You can take off your pants if you want to, —said in a low voice.
Your whisper, heavy with permission and desire, went on to further the urgency he felt. Without thinking twice, I got up just enough for you to desabrocharme pants and let them drop to the floor, she doing the same thing. The relief was immediate, making it both in her underwear. I went back to lie down on Elaia, now with less barriers between us. I felt the heat of his body against mine in a way more direct; Elaia responded by moving his hips, lining up with my movements. Every touch, every sigh, seemed to get closer and closer to the point of no return, where only we existed we and the desire that we shared.
—I like you so much, Elaia —I mumbled tenderly, while my fingers slid gently by her waist, trying to set aside her panties.
She made a gesture for me to stop.
—We're not going to do it yet. Before moving forward, I want to be sure that what we feel is true love, not just a momentary impulse.
—I know, I'm not asking that we come to the final —assured, while he was returning to attach the elastic of her panties with delicacy.
The girl lay down back, as if with that carefree gesture I was giving her consent. I took advantage of the moment to take him down her panties, revealing for the first time their sweet intimacy. I watched enthralled his dark hair, much deeper and curling her head. His lips were a pink and shiny, and the increasing moisture that adorned resembled drops of dew.
She spread her legs, and I landed my mouth on her tender sex. I took a deep breath, trying to capture and retain their fragrance for always.
—¡Despacio! More slowly, please " he requested, acariciándome hair with tenderness.
Trying to be more delicate, I began to explore every fold of his intimacy with my lips. But I soon found the hardness of her clit and began to encourage them gently with the tip of my tongue. Elaia, with shy, moaning, I drove with subtle signs indicating the movements and the types of contact that is most liked. As we progressed, her thighs began to tremble and her moans became more desperate, pointing out that I was reaching the climax.
It seems that I'm living in the feeling of well-being that I experienced when you were able to get that orgasm. It was as if a deep satisfaction that I wrapped, knowing that I had managed to give pleasure and to connect with her on a level so intimate. The experience filled me with a mixture of pride and tenderness, as if he had participated in a special and personal that bonded us even more. The response of Elaia, their moans of pleasure and the way her body reacted to my touch, made me feel like I had touched something real and significant, a bond that transcended the simple physical act.
For a moment, I thought that I would no more want to wish your mom. The intensity of the moment shared with Elaia had been just as profound and eye-opening that made me question if the feelings I once had for my mother were real, or if only they had been a crazy illusion fleeting. The connection and the pleasure that I experienced with Elaia made me feel that perhaps he had found something more authentic and long-lasting.
Now I was the one who lay down on her bed, while she stood between my legs. The first contact of their lips over my glans was so pleasant that I almost couldn't believe it. The warmth and softness of his mouth, combined with the anticipation that had built up, made me feel a wave of ecstasy that seemed to surpass any previous experience. The feeling was so intense that momentarily made me doubt if I could handle that much pleasure.
His skill with the mouth, it seemed to me so extraordinary that, immediately, an unsettling thought crossed my mind: what perhaps he had done this many times before? The perfection of their movements and the intensity of the pleasure I took him to question of his previous experience. As if he had read my thoughts, she confessed with a grin.
—This is not the first time that I do this, but every time is special in its own way.
His words, combined with his sincere expression, allayed my concerns and allowed me to concentrate again in the moment, enjoying the unique connection that we shared.
—What you do well —expressed with sincerity, admiring his skill. Driven by the excitement, I dared to ask. Who was the first?
She smiled, with a hint of shyness in his face, and he replied:
—It was during the summer holidays at the home of my aunt Isabel. My uncles live in the south, and whenever we go there for the summer.
—Did you meet a guy? —I asked, noticing the slight blush that came over her face.
She stopped fellatio for a moment and looked at me with seriousness.
—Do you promise that you will not laugh or you enfadarás with me? —he said, with a tone that denoted a mixture of nerves and vulnerability.
I hesitated for a moment, questioning what could be so significant or delicate as to which I may provoke me to anger. The curiosity and the desire to understand the story behind his confession made me calm down and promise that they will not react in a negative way.
—Do you not trust me? —I tried to push it in.
—It was with my uncle Albert, the husband of tita Isabel. After eating, all they positioned the nap due to the heat, they say that there is no one who resists without air conditioning... I was bañándome in the pool, or reading in a deck chair—. One of those evenings, while everyone was asleep, Alberto approached the pool. I was alone, and he sat down next to me. He began to speak to me about trivial things, but then our conversations became more intimate. Made Me feel comfortable and special, and before I knew it, I was stroking.
—What is it that you played? —I asked, trying to imagine the scene.
She paused in her tale, looking for the right words to continue.
—I played the legs and breasts above the bikini, beginning of playful and casual. Gradually, what had started as a chat carefree transformed into something much more intimate. Without realizing it, we were kissing, and his words were full of flattery. He told me it was a very pretty girl and, since I had developed, I had started to feel attracted to me. Made Me feel special and appreciated with his word, that evening I was filled with a new excitement and confusing. From that moment on, I was looking forward to these meetings, almost desperate to feel again that connection. However, I soon confessed that he was excited by both the kiss and touch, who spent the whole day, thinking of me spliced. Fearing that my aunt was aware of what was happening between us. To your concern, I asked him what I could do. So it was, during the entire month of August, I became his confidante and lover, dedicating each evening, giving her head.
A few minutes later, I reached the climax and I emptied my lungs and my sperm in the sweet mouth of Elaia. The feeling of liberation and intimacy of the moment made everything seem more intense and significant, while she helped me to fully enjoy the shared experience.
I remember saying goodbye to my girlfriend that evening, he walked as if he was floating in a cloud. The feeling of fullness and happiness of the moment made me feel light, almost ethereal, as if each step he took was wrapped in a kind of ecstasy. The experience and the memory of the experience filled me with a deep satisfaction and sense of well-being accompanied me in every movement. However, when I got home and saw mom newborn duchada, wrapped in a towel, all that romantic feeling of first love is faded in an instant. Her mature body, with those sumptuous curves that seemed to be sculpted to the temptation, was a contrast overwhelming with the delicacy of youth of Elaia. Nothing in it seemed to my girl, but there was a mom who ignited in me a passion overflowing, something visceral that he could not control. It was as if your presence to awaken a latent desire, an attraction so intense that it overshadowed everything else.
When mom I announced his intention to marry Henry, a part of me feared that many of their behaviors will change. I was worried that the way you dress, so sexy and daring, it became more demure, or to stop moving around the house with such nonchalance that made her so fascinating.
Mom used to walk barefoot, wearing only a long t-shirt straps, which barely reached to cover a few fingers below the birth of her thighs. That piece of clothing, a simple white t-shirt, cotton, made transparent their thongs and enhance the curve of her huge breasts, revealing more of what lurked. Each time that I did so, I could not help but feel a mixture of admiration and desire, an attraction that made my heart speed up, even if I tried to hide it.
He feared that Henry noticed my leering, that some gesture reckless could desenmascararme and reveal what was hidden. Every time I saw mom in those attitudes so casual and sexy, it was as if a fire was ignited inside of me, and to keep one's composure became a constant challenge.
Even the moments I spent with Elaia, that should be me distracted, and only managed to increase my frustration. To be with her, with all the passion that is contained of a first love, only served to heighten the desire that consumed me at home. I was caught in a spiral of feelings and desires are contradictory, unable to escape the tension that grew day by day.
I remember that morning with a clearly disturbing. He had spent all night studying for an exam, and when I heard a sound in the kitchen, I knew that no one expected to find myself awake at that hour. The sound of the coffee maker and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee began to clear my mind a kind of drowsy. Some days Henry had to catch a plane early for work reasons, which meant that rose before than usual.
Still half asleep, I heard a sound in the kitchen that piqued my curiosity. It was like a kind of scourge. I approached with caution, asomándome from the door, and what I saw left me breathless: mom was standing, back to Henry, preparing some toast, while Henry, settled behind her, had lifted up his shirt, revealing its striking, ass, highlighting her voluptuous form. She laughed softly, showing an expression of total satisfaction and confidence, as if he was completely comfortable with the situation. Your relaxed attitude and permissive became apparent that I was given at the time, enjoying the freedom that Henry had to act according to his desire.
I watched with bated breath how he was going down slowly thong mom, sliding along his legs fell to the ground. Without thinking, I touched the cock over the pants pajamas, feeling how I overlapped instantly. I could not see his naked body completely, as she was in profile to me, but the scene was intense enough to keep me trapped in that moment.
I waited, nervous, and excited, the next move of Henry, who, with a calm that contrasted sharply with my agitation, separated the prominent buttocks of mom with their hands. Then, he leaned forward and buried his face between them, immersing yourself in the softness of your skin. The scene, full of anticipation and desire, it made my heart beat faster as he looked at every detail of his action.
Groaning mom when you feel the mouth of Enrique in your more intimate area was unmistakable, a sound of pure pleasure that echoed in the air. It was as if the entire world had been reduced to that single moment, every wave of her pleasure capturing the intensity of the moment. His reaction, visceral and uninhibited, reflected the state of absolute ecstasy that I was experiencing, while Henry gave herself completely to her task.
—¡Mmm...! My love, you can't even imagine how much I like them do that to me, —said in the plural.
He said something I could not understand, to be buried between the fleshy buttocks of my mother, focused on giving you all the pleasure. She laughed eager, as if the words of him would have been fun.
—We love! You just suck on the bed and you know that we don't have time. You're going to miss the plane... —she said, with her voice faltering by the laughter and desire.
—I'd eat again in one piece —he said, taking your face between his buttocks and propinándole a strong and hard spanking in one of them, that mom received a laugh, as if it were part of a game.
Henry turned back, taking the cup of steaming coffee on the table, a moment that mom took the opportunity to grab the t-shirt, pick up your thong from the floor and put it in the washing machine.
I thought that was the best time to retire to my bedroom. I retired in silence to my room, unable to erase from my mind what I had just seen.
I stayed in my bedroom, with the heart beating with strength. Shortly after, I heard the sound of the street door closing and I knew that Henry was gone. The excitement enveloped me, almost tangible, and the anticipation made me feel as if you were at the edge of a precipice. Entreabrí the door carefully and saw my mother walking down the aisle, back to me. The simple thought that she was not wearing panties made me shudder of desire.
When she went into her bedroom, I moved with stealth, while the echo of the water from the shower made me think that this was the perfect opportunity. I went to the kitchen, with my mind overwhelmed by the need, and I opened the washing machine with trembling hands. There was the thong that had seen sliding down his legs moments before. I took it with a sigh suffocated, feeling its texture between my fingers, and I returned to my room with an urgency that consumed me. I could feel her moisture.
I turned on the computer, looking for photos of a mom with a mind clouded by passion. I stopped for a moment, while at all times maintaining the thong in my hands, and I smelled it with desperation, trying to capture the essence of a female. The scent, an intoxicating mix of his presence and desire came over me.
With a racing heart and mind hazy, I let it be by the need that enveloped me. I lowered my trousers and my underpants and began to masturbate, remembering the scene he had seen moments before in the kitchen, longing for that sigh that mom had left to escape when she felt the caress of the tongue of Henry on his anus. I looked at the photos sniffing the thong without stop masturbating with a need to relieve almost painful.
It was the first of hundreds that I ran on one of their thongs. When I finished, the water of the shower mom had ceased. I went to the kitchen and went back to the washing machine.
—Since you're awake, love —I heard his voice right behind me.
She looked at me smiling, with that expression that I always desarmaba. Their eyes lit up with a mixture of tenderness and complicity, as if he understood more than I was willing to admit.
—I woke up to study, I have an exam.
—Always so responsible, " he replied in a soft tone, approaching a little more. His proximity made me feel a slight chill, a mix of guilt and desire that he could barely control.
—Be sure to rest a little, he added, passing a hand through my hair, casual way, although the gesture left me with the heart, beating with strength.
I tried to maintain composure, but my mind could not erase the image of what he had seen moments before, or the stress that was piling up inside of me. The smile of my mother seemed to contain a world of secrets, and I, caught up in my own thoughts, I could only respond with a weak assent, while the feeling of being on the edge of something uncontrollable intensified.
I started to feel more comfortable talking to my mother in the presence of Ivan that when Aitor was in the house. With Aitor, I always felt a kind of judgement silent, especially when I showed them photos so committed mom. His gaze, a mixture of disbelief, holding a mocking smile on his face, it made me feel as if I was crossing a line that should not be... In contrast, with Ivan the situation was different. I knew that he cared and wanted to be the mom of a almost familiar; after all, he had spent many summers and weekends with us since we were little.
That connection between Ivan and my mother, far from making me feel uncomfortable, provided me with a kind of relief. It was as if he understood what it meant to have her close, pulling ever closer to the surface what we really felt, and we had tried to keep hidden for years. I loved to talk about it with Ivan. Although sometimes rozara what is forbidden, it made me feel less alone in my thoughts, as if to share a secret unspoken that, somehow, validated my obsession.
That same weekend we were together in my room I told him all what he had seen.
—My mother was standing, leaning on the countertop, while Enrique lifted the t-shirt and manoseaba buttocks, —I told, trying to keep calm, although the excitation remember the scene I quickened the pulse.
—And what was she? —asked Ivan, with his eyes shining in anticipation, as if you needed every detail.
—It laughed, —I answered, almost in a whisper,—. You laughed and left him to do, as if everything was a game between them. He did not try to stop it, on the contrary, seemed to enjoy it.
Ivan was silent, processing the image that she had painted with my words. I could feel the tension in the air, this mixture of morbid curiosity and desire that both shared in those moments.
—Do not you did you get a photo?
I laughed remembering how many times I had reproached for not having made.
—I had the phone in the room. Who would have thought that I would find them that way?
—You should always be alert. As in any posture or neglect can make a photoza —she said reproaching me for not having photographed.
—I was so nervous that I was not able to think with clarity, " I said, with my voice still full of the tension that I had felt in that moment. You can not imagine what I felt when Henry began to lower the thong. It was with a slow, desperate, as if you enjoyed every second, until finally the panties fell to the floor.
—Did you see her naked? —I interrupted Ivan, his voice full of anxiety.
—No, unfortunately not, " I said, with frustration evident in my tone—. I was in front of the toaster, the bread, so I could only see her profile.
While he was saying this, I noticed how Ivan was played by the crotch, a gesture almost instinctive that revealed how much it had affected my account. It was as if the words had created a connection through what is permitted, and the simple fact of being there, speaking of that, it just made the atmosphere became more solid and dense.
"What I'd give to have seen her as well," said Ivan, with a sigh full of desire. You have always made me crazy ass you have. I would have fucked you from behind.
His words echoed in the air, increasing the tension between us. I knew that we shared such attraction for mom, it was obvious, but to hear him say it aloud, and with such sincerity, it just made the situation would become more exquisitely obscene. It was as if, in that moment, we were crossing a limit that we had avoided until now. See the way in which Ivan spoke to her, with that desire evident, it made me feel less alone in my thoughts, but also increased the feeling of being caught up in something that was becoming increasingly large and complicated.
—Henry was sitting behind her in a kitchen chair, without leave of manosearle the ass —I tried to continue with the last part of the story, with my voice full of emotion, of memory—. Then spread her buttocks, holding one in each hand, and he approached his face, starting to kiss her in that part.
As he described the scene, I could see how Ivan tensed up, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of fascination and desire, at the same time that he plunged his hand inside the pants of his tracksuit.
—What face would she?
—My mother seemed to like it a lot —I continued, trying not to miss any details—. His eyes were closed and, as if looking at the ceiling, with the muscles of his legs completely tense, he released a groan, almost as if you were running. Then the command to stop, reminding him that he had to catch a plane. Enrique gave a strong spanking that she received willingly, then began to laugh. Then lowered the dress and I saw how you saved her panties in the washing machine.
Ivan was out of control, never seen him so excited.
—I have to follármela, I need to fuck me to your mother —I repeated it incessantly, without stopping to move his hand on his member.
I started to imitate him, but in my case I got off the pants. While, both of us stayed sitting in front of the desk, without stopping to see photos of mom, I would tell him how she had pulled her panties out of the washing machine and had started masturbating with them.
—I don't think that you would be able to meet a female like my mother.
Ivan, visibly affected their self-esteem, was opened to me in a moment of sincerity. In a gesture that is unexpected, he showed me his cock. The difference with mine was remarkable, being considerably more long and thick. His reaction reflected a mixture of uncertainty and challenge, demonstrating how the subject of comparisons physical can profoundly impact on self-confidence.
—Do you think your mother would have complaint with a cock like this? Sure would go crazy, would make you scream more than it did your father.
I watched her with a mixture of admiration and pride, aware that the firmness almost a stone of your erection is due to the influence of mom. Know that it was she who was causing such intense reaction in Ivan made me feel a curious satisfaction, as if, somehow, to share a secret accomplice in the power that she held over him.
—Sure you would scream with pleasure, " I said, unable to look away from his cock.
He smiled, with a mixture of satisfaction and pride reflected in his face.
—Do you want to touch it a moment? —he asked, while away the hand that surrounded her, leaving her exposed in front of me.
I don't know why I did it; never before had felt even the slightest impulse to be a homosexual. It was not so much for the cock itself, but because of the strange feeling that that erection was, in some ways, the work of the mother. She was causing, and I had the “obligation” to alleviate it. It is precisely this idea that I generated an irresistible need to caress it. I put my hand on it and pressed it with force; it was hard, very hard. I felt the roughness of the swollen veins under my fingers, and, without thinking too much, I began to slide my hand down the trunk, imagining that it was mom who masturbated to Ivan. It was as if my hand had become an extension of your body. I never would have imagined I could do something like that, much less that I could find pleasure in it.
Then, without really knowing why, while my fingers moved with an ever more frenzied pace on the cock of my best friend, I found myself digging up one of the darkest secrets of my mother, something so intimate and depraved that I never thought to be able to do. I told him, as if an inner strength I pushed him to do so, the detailed account of the relationship clandestine that she had kept with Julen, his own godson, right after divorcing my father. Every word he uttered seemed full of a mixture of jealousy, curiosity and a need inexplicable share it.
I described how, one night, I had felt the restlessness enough to get out of bed. The momentum of spying was stronger than my own morality, and I saw myself moving in the gloom of the corridor until you reach the door of the room of my mother, where you witnessed it all. I confessed how I hid, containing the most of the breath, while I witnessed Julen, the boy who so many games he had played the console with us, behaved in a way that never would have imagined. His language was crude, calling her “slut” and “whore” without mercy, the words that seemed to enter the mind of a mom, with the same intensity that permeated his body. I tried to explain that my visual space was very bad, and that I had hit had been precisely the way in which she reacted to it, how those insults the ignited even more, transforming every strike, every whip in a catalyst for the huge pleasure she sensed that I was feeling.
Will I, with the maximum detail, how the groans of mom became more high-pitched and desperate with each lash of Julen who physically abused her in the buttocks, the sound of flesh colliding, resonating in the room, mixed with his breath and the creaking of the bed. Every detail of the scene, which in its time had left me paralyzed, now seemed to come to life while you had. I felt the tension in my voice when I revealed that, upon arriving at the climax, the screams of my mother were so intense and uninhibited that seemed taken out of a porn film. That revelation made me tighten my hand around his cock, speeding up the pace, almost without realizing it, as if each word added fuel to the situation.
As I continued, I could not help but feel a strange mix of emotions: one part of me felt guilty for enjoying it, another felt liberated by confessing something he had kept secret for a time. But above all, I was amazed at the intensity with which my friend reacted to every word, his body responding not only to physical contact, but also to the story full of desire, betrayal, and a twisted complicity between the three.
—Insurance is already follaba before the divorce your father. A female, as she needs more of a male to make her happy, " he said with a firm voice, his words laden with a rawness that the heat of the moment accentuated. What in another context would have been shocking, now made me reflect, considering the possibility that you might be right.
—What do you think? —I asked, genuinely interested, letting the idea settle in my mind.
—I'm going to follármela. I'm going to fuck me, your mother she cried suddenly, with a tone full of determination and rage, while looking at me directly in the eyes, as if those words had been released a deep desire that he could no longer ignore.
Then, I felt how his semen came out fired, smearing the desk and my hand with a thick consistency and warm. The contact didn't bother me and I continued moving my hand until his breathing became more rhythmic, a sign that he had finished the climax. Only then withdrew my hand.
I watched my fingers, now slick with the thick liquid, and took a paper from the desk to cleanse me. While doing so, I noticed that Ivan had been to the service, leaving the room in silence, dense after the tumult recent. I heard noise in the kitchen; surely, mom, I would be preparing something for dinner.
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