My sex life with my mother.
Mae, son, incest is taboo
My name is Marcos, I don't know this site or have even searched it properly, i haven't read anything here and got the link in my group. The only website of that kind that I know is the house of erotic stories, and as they were talking about another place that was like home, they ended up sending a link to this website and I decided to come take a look and publish my story here too, just for a way to publicize the group which I created with the intention of meeting people who are living relationships at home Only then will I copy and paste my story originally published in the House of Erotic Tales.
Good afternoon, my name is Marcos but you can call me Marquin as everyone calls me. I've been a reader of this site for quite some time now but never had the courage to talk about what happens to me until today with anyone, much less being an author like I see so many around here, but it's really something that makes me very horny and I want finally be able to have someone to share my life with and hear from people about yours So I decided to make an account and start typing these things as something for the moment, I didn't come here to talk about my life with my mother because like I said I am not a writer, I can't write in detail and all that stuff, only know how to count if you really ask me, so my focus is not talking about myself or her but rather meeting other people who also have this kind of life. I was going to make a group on whatsapp but it's something very personal and as i want to keep anything secret, i opted for another platform called telegram which is almost like whatsap but much safer.
Since I was a boy, I've always been very crazy, played in the street with other boys and this business of hiding hide I have done much with girls who were my friends at that time , mainly in house play then. My mother is Rosângela, today she's 47 and I have my 18 going to be 19, she is short, a little white, has large breasts and big ass, full of fat, housewife mom, separated since I was a boy. Our incestuous life began when I was a kid (I won't say the age here), it already made me laugh and that caused me to kill myself even more on hand, for many times I would sleep with my mother because I shared my room with my brother, sometimes he brought his girlfriend home and I bothered about this so I went there disturbing her to ask to go to bed, my mom always let me and we slept together. I've always been a freak, so I used to spy on women in the street or on TV and everywhere else that I could. And this business of staring at them and imagining fuck all over again got me where even my mother didn't get away with it. No bra coat, little shorts and the best ones were when I went to sleep. It was a small dress that covered almost nothing from my breasts or legs. Of course, sometimes it was a short but very loose thing. I fought for many months drying my mother like that and only punches and more punches to her, I started daring in the nights when he would sleep together, hugged her shell or tried anything to get into some position where I could take advantage of me, my dick always hardened But the day it all happened I was already on the verge of madness will, my punches were more frantic and even when I joked, I kept with a stick and hand full of cock until it hurt hardly dried women and there was only my mother around the house in those clothes thrown away from her she was motives for fistfights and I had imagined eating her every kind you could imagine It's the same dress, it was bad because I had a lot of desire and therefore could not sleep, got to the point that hit one under her clothes side asleep and snoring turned around, in this punch started smoothing his ass with my other hand and when he would mock me stopped and stayed still, didn't want to get dirty or anything but remained on mine. I hugged her again like a shell to try and fall asleep but I brushed it on her ass, left my hard dick tilted down and with the boner at one thousand I did back and forth, my mother didn't even move and I dared trying to feel her bucket, put my hand slowly in his underwear and when he touched me was moving, could not stand and already almost enjoying just touching him I hugged my mother and stayed to try to sleep, didn't have the courage to continue, was afraid it was too hot without even moving i ended up not being able to hold on and having fun like never before, saw stars , turned my eyes almost scream with pleasure but instead I held her tightly in order to restrain myself. My cock softened and I was held in my mother's arms for quite a long time, had it and felt like a bouquet of flowers. It was the most pleasant thing that could be imagined after a very long time. I've been snoring for a long time, she just kept letting out those sighs through her nose and mouth at that moment gave me an ice I was static for quite some time so she could do anything and I would fuck the shit I did, only she also didn't do anything, <unk>left me there without doing anything, I think I pretended to be asleep but I know she wasn't (today I know details from her side, and yes she really had woken up and let me eat it), But I didn't let go, until at a certain moment I heard very quietly an <unk>ah<unk>, well, quite quietly, then I was sure that she had been awake and I froze more still, her bottle heated up and began to wet me that I almost pull my dick, my mother did not do anything, just lay there with his back to me, I invented giving a blow only to see if it really woke and the time nearly fainting from fear, made a little noise like <unk>plec<unk> when I put slowly, all of them were wet and I got a shit about having woken up , This little noise and I wanted to take it off but was afraid of waking her, so I just stood there and went back to bed trying to figure out a way to fix what I did. My dick still stuck in it. But I didn't do anything else after that. the trunk, so I went back and forth as well. And it's just that without any fear, I put my arms around her waist... ..and pumped all the time slowly, always with one foot behind me to be wrong and fuck myself.
I don't know how long we were in it, but I ate that bouquet until my dick couldn't get any harder and hurt anymore. If shit came up the next day, I slept until almost midday the other day, my brother came to wake me for lunch when i saw my mother she was more cheerful and happy treating me with more affection that even my brothers noticed sometimes she looked at me differently and i knew it was by night but we didn't say anything about this. The punches started yielding a lot more till i went to sleep with her again ,we did again with her "sleeping" ,and this business of eating she stayed and in such way,when i would go to bed with her,she waited to go to sleep and he would put his hand on the stick and get out . It was like this for months until the whole test one of those times, it's when my mother moaned softly and I decided to call her back with a stick inside. I poked her and called but she didn't answer We only came to talk about it weeks later when we did again, talked while doing, I asked her to continue and she left after talking a little but was very afraid that would go beyond because it was just when sleeping together which is no longer often, we did when going to bed until I went on touching the subject by whatsapp and things are extending from there , began to do during other times when alone, I had first everything, first kiss, suckle in it, all, but it was too difficult, arrived at messages exchanges and nudes and with years Everything just kept getting bigger and bigger until we got to where we are today. I can say that all the sexual experience I've had in my life, everything I learned about sex or anything I have ever seen on porn, I learnt and did it with her, she was my teacher who taught me everything. And I have a complete and total notion that she is my mother. That's why I came here to summarize about myself and ask to meet people who also have such a life, I know that I am not the only one.
As I said, the platform is more secure than whats where my number would be shared but in telegram everything is hidden and you are welcome no matter what your life.
I'm not going to tell you what it is.
My name is Marcos, I don't know this site or have even searched it properly, i haven't read anything here and got the link in my group. The only website of that kind that I know is the house of erotic stories, and as they were talking about another place that was like home, they ended up sending a link to this website and I decided to come take a look and publish my story here too, just for a way to publicize the group which I created with the intention of meeting people who are living relationships at home Only then will I copy and paste my story originally published in the House of Erotic Tales.
Good afternoon, my name is Marcos but you can call me Marquin as everyone calls me. I've been a reader of this site for quite some time now but never had the courage to talk about what happens to me until today with anyone, much less being an author like I see so many around here, but it's really something that makes me very horny and I want finally be able to have someone to share my life with and hear from people about yours So I decided to make an account and start typing these things as something for the moment, I didn't come here to talk about my life with my mother because like I said I am not a writer, I can't write in detail and all that stuff, only know how to count if you really ask me, so my focus is not talking about myself or her but rather meeting other people who also have this kind of life. I was going to make a group on whatsapp but it's something very personal and as i want to keep anything secret, i opted for another platform called telegram which is almost like whatsap but much safer.
Since I was a boy, I've always been very crazy, played in the street with other boys and this business of hiding hide I have done much with girls who were my friends at that time , mainly in house play then. My mother is Rosângela, today she's 47 and I have my 18 going to be 19, she is short, a little white, has large breasts and big ass, full of fat, housewife mom, separated since I was a boy. Our incestuous life began when I was a kid (I won't say the age here), it already made me laugh and that caused me to kill myself even more on hand, for many times I would sleep with my mother because I shared my room with my brother, sometimes he brought his girlfriend home and I bothered about this so I went there disturbing her to ask to go to bed, my mom always let me and we slept together. I've always been a freak, so I used to spy on women in the street or on TV and everywhere else that I could. And this business of staring at them and imagining fuck all over again got me where even my mother didn't get away with it. No bra coat, little shorts and the best ones were when I went to sleep. It was a small dress that covered almost nothing from my breasts or legs. Of course, sometimes it was a short but very loose thing. I fought for many months drying my mother like that and only punches and more punches to her, I started daring in the nights when he would sleep together, hugged her shell or tried anything to get into some position where I could take advantage of me, my dick always hardened But the day it all happened I was already on the verge of madness will, my punches were more frantic and even when I joked, I kept with a stick and hand full of cock until it hurt hardly dried women and there was only my mother around the house in those clothes thrown away from her she was motives for fistfights and I had imagined eating her every kind you could imagine It's the same dress, it was bad because I had a lot of desire and therefore could not sleep, got to the point that hit one under her clothes side asleep and snoring turned around, in this punch started smoothing his ass with my other hand and when he would mock me stopped and stayed still, didn't want to get dirty or anything but remained on mine. I hugged her again like a shell to try and fall asleep but I brushed it on her ass, left my hard dick tilted down and with the boner at one thousand I did back and forth, my mother didn't even move and I dared trying to feel her bucket, put my hand slowly in his underwear and when he touched me was moving, could not stand and already almost enjoying just touching him I hugged my mother and stayed to try to sleep, didn't have the courage to continue, was afraid it was too hot without even moving i ended up not being able to hold on and having fun like never before, saw stars , turned my eyes almost scream with pleasure but instead I held her tightly in order to restrain myself. My cock softened and I was held in my mother's arms for quite a long time, had it and felt like a bouquet of flowers. It was the most pleasant thing that could be imagined after a very long time. I've been snoring for a long time, she just kept letting out those sighs through her nose and mouth at that moment gave me an ice I was static for quite some time so she could do anything and I would fuck the shit I did, only she also didn't do anything, <unk>left me there without doing anything, I think I pretended to be asleep but I know she wasn't (today I know details from her side, and yes she really had woken up and let me eat it), But I didn't let go, until at a certain moment I heard very quietly an <unk>ah<unk>, well, quite quietly, then I was sure that she had been awake and I froze more still, her bottle heated up and began to wet me that I almost pull my dick, my mother did not do anything, just lay there with his back to me, I invented giving a blow only to see if it really woke and the time nearly fainting from fear, made a little noise like <unk>plec<unk> when I put slowly, all of them were wet and I got a shit about having woken up , This little noise and I wanted to take it off but was afraid of waking her, so I just stood there and went back to bed trying to figure out a way to fix what I did. My dick still stuck in it. But I didn't do anything else after that. the trunk, so I went back and forth as well. And it's just that without any fear, I put my arms around her waist... ..and pumped all the time slowly, always with one foot behind me to be wrong and fuck myself.
I don't know how long we were in it, but I ate that bouquet until my dick couldn't get any harder and hurt anymore. If shit came up the next day, I slept until almost midday the other day, my brother came to wake me for lunch when i saw my mother she was more cheerful and happy treating me with more affection that even my brothers noticed sometimes she looked at me differently and i knew it was by night but we didn't say anything about this. The punches started yielding a lot more till i went to sleep with her again ,we did again with her "sleeping" ,and this business of eating she stayed and in such way,when i would go to bed with her,she waited to go to sleep and he would put his hand on the stick and get out . It was like this for months until the whole test one of those times, it's when my mother moaned softly and I decided to call her back with a stick inside. I poked her and called but she didn't answer We only came to talk about it weeks later when we did again, talked while doing, I asked her to continue and she left after talking a little but was very afraid that would go beyond because it was just when sleeping together which is no longer often, we did when going to bed until I went on touching the subject by whatsapp and things are extending from there , began to do during other times when alone, I had first everything, first kiss, suckle in it, all, but it was too difficult, arrived at messages exchanges and nudes and with years Everything just kept getting bigger and bigger until we got to where we are today. I can say that all the sexual experience I've had in my life, everything I learned about sex or anything I have ever seen on porn, I learnt and did it with her, she was my teacher who taught me everything. And I have a complete and total notion that she is my mother. That's why I came here to summarize about myself and ask to meet people who also have such a life, I know that I am not the only one.
As I said, the platform is more secure than whats where my number would be shared but in telegram everything is hidden and you are welcome no matter what your life.
I'm not going to tell you what it is.
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