My mother rides it.

A mother who gave the best gift a son could ever receive.

I am an only child and my mother's name is Elisa. She met my father when she was very young and at the age of 17 years old, I was born. My father was much older and without any excuse took over her and they both soon got married and we started our family. Despite being young, my mother did not quit studying and finished college, getting a good job. Both had good jobs, we were not rich but we had nice comforts. She was always very cheerful and lively and fun, plus of course being super attentive and affectionate to me. I was her xodó.

My mother has always been very beautiful, she was a blonde with very light hair, blue eyes, skin so white it almost looked like paper, some freckles scattered all over her body in tiny shapes and lighter colors that were nearly the color of her own skin. She had well-built breasts, thin waistlines, wide hips, thick thighs and an attractive buttocks, all harmonious and pretty. If I have to define my mother in just a few words, she would be a horse's blond. My mom took great care of herself; gymnastics and nutrition are sacred things for me because she gave birth too early and didn't want to end up sloppy. She really drew attention by the places where she went, I remember several occasions since childhood men always almost breaking their necks to look at my mother's rabbi or from afar on sniffling cupcakes looking at her.

Well, I don't know exactly when I started to look at my mother differently but I can say that I was quite young. And I already punched her back then but never did it for her because she wasn't even my mom. But it was from those looks and friends of mine in school that I began to have a crush on my mum. It wasn't long before most of my punches went to my mother.

However, hearing stories from my friends that they'd been caught red-handed by their mother and father and brothers and sisters I would leave it to ring out at bath time especially because back home the doors of every room except for my parents' bedroom and the hallway toilet had no locks so the safest place was in the bathroom.

"Stop masturbating there and take that bath right away". She was furious at my delay.

And I ran out of the bathroom and went to my room, which was one of those things that happened during adolescence. (Laughter) Obviously, I also got caught punching by my mother on a Christmas tree about four times, so it became kind of a joke at home; my parents called me "the rubber man", and I didn't know why until one day innocently over dinner when I asked what his name meant,

"Seringueiro lives by drawing milk from the stick". He answered, holding back his laughter and escaping slowly.

My mother laughed a lot, and I blushed like a hot pepper. That day was tense, as were others in my teenage years, but such events only drew me closer to my parents - especially my mom.

However the peak of my adolescence occurred on a Friday in summer at 2:30 am, I remember perfectly well that day. I was crazy thirsty which interrupted my sleep, I got up and walked quietly towards the kitchen, but in the corridor I found the door to my parents' room half open with a faint light coming out and some strange noises. I went carefully to see what was happening, first thing I noticed is the lamp shade in the corner of the bedroom turned on and as I moved around a little bit more for better view I came across my parents having sex. My mother was in bed at 4 with her huge breasts dangling and swaying while my father stood right behind her pushing hard. Almost instantly I got stiff, watching the scene perplexed for a few seconds because unexpectedly my mom looked towards the door and I hurried away from it. Already in my room I lay stunned on my bed still having this vivid sight in mind. Just thinking about that scene almost made me enjoy without even touching my rigid member.

My mother was always very polite and elegant, seldom said a dirty word and when she did it in a low voice. She was the kind of woman that you would think only had sex in the traditional way, mommy and daddy, but this simple scene gave me a new view of my mother. I didn't resist and then ended up punching myself. When I gathered courage to go spying again the door was closed and could not see anything else. The next day I kept thinking about what happened and especially if my parents noticed me, but nothing has been said by them at breakfast so get out from there unharmed. This has happened other times and I've never been caught. Spying on the two of them having sex a lot during my teenage years, seeing things that I already thought my mother would be able to do maybe because of my 'innocence' and ignorance about this sexual world but it only made me madder for her more than ever.

I spent my entire teenage years secretly watching my parents have sex and every day my craving for my mother only grew in a gigantic way and even into adulthood this feeling remained strong. When I finished high school, I was homeless for one year with the consent of my parents since I had never been around or made trouble while studying why not? After that I still wasn't sure about what to do in life and ended up serving in the army At first it was difficult with capos, sergeants and lieutenants stuffing us in the sack and treating us like animals but after the initial phase everything went smoothly until I became friends of motherfuckers. During this process my mom got worried about my situation because she would come home exhausted and some training injuries. Of course she talked to me a lot at that time however during this period of my life i had only one goal which was sleep , sleep and more sleep . He took off from work very often, so sleep was almost insatiable and working directly on construction sites in the barracks only worsened his fatigue situation.

My desire for my mother decreased a lot during that period, because fatigue was the biggest feeling I had. When I finally got out of the army with honors and merit and everything else, I asked again to take one year's vacation from my parents before attending college and they agreed. After this I still did not know what to do in college, just studying randomly so as to say I would be doing something.

Well it all started when I was 22 years old. My mother had just turned 40 and easily anyone would give about 10 years less for her. We were even often confused with brothers, my mom said that I am his son and the staff was surprised and of course high esteem Dona Elisa went up. The worst thing is that you could not say people are being kind in saying this because my mother at age 40 still very beautiful and by the way , fucking hot .

Well, it was February and I started studying to be a receptionist again and my mother came up to me wanting to motivate me. She said that if this year I passed in some college and I could ask for anything I wanted as a gift. You must know what I would like? However it wasn't possible so I decided that I will think until the end of the year about asking maybe a trip is cool concludes in my thoughts. Obviously that motivated me very much and studied like a convict. I took the test and when the result came out I got accepted into an excellent placement. It was my parents' greatest joy and a huge relief for me, because the pressure to do something in life was strong -- not from my parents but from people around me.

During the year, my family went through some financial troubles but nothing too serious. My parents had to cut back on their spending so my mother came and told me that she couldn't afford the trip I asked for at the time.

"Look son, your father and I can't give you this right now. But we still want to give you a gift. If you want anything else that is within our means we will give it to you. Is there something you wanted?" asked my mother.

Nothing came to mind, nothing that didn't involve some kind of mischief with my mother. In her 40s she was very well cared for. I wanted to ask her immediately as a gift but did not have the courage to do so.

"Oh, I don't know", he said in a despondent tone.

"You can think about it and then tell us. BUT WE WANT TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING AND THAT'S NOT A DISCUSSION (my mother smiled). And as for your trip that we had promised, you don't have to worry we will give her too, just improve our financial situation". she concluded.

I think my mom was more frustrated with the news than me, because I've never been one to ask for things even as a kid on birthdays or Christmases. Usually anything would be fine by me. And now that she had asked for something she couldn't give,

"I'll think of something", I said.

"All right then. Congratulations, puppy. I love you". My mother said as she hugged and kissed me.

"Anything?" I asked before she left the room.

"Yes. As long as it's within budget". Anything, she replied with a friendly smile but without malice.

After my mom left the room, I started thinking about it and how I wanted to ask her for sex with me but this was something that I didn't have the courage. There wasn't an acceptable social protocol for asking your own mother for sex. Any idea I had of doing so was merely a hypothesis never tested or proven before. But I knew deep down inside that maybe this is the only chance it would ever happen not just because of the blank present but other factors in my favor. One of them, even though it was a bit bad is that my parents' marriage in the last year wasn't going very well. My mother had beaten up my father by jumping over the fence and they got into an ugly fight but everything went back to "normal" after some time. She suspected he still jumps on fences and late company trips were his excuses for falling off the wagon, but nothing was said. Another thing I found favourable about me which I discovered accidentally was a conversation two weeks before when I inadvertently listened while looking around the house for my mobile phone. My mother was talking to her best friend, Julia, and at one point I overheard my mom complaining about the lack of sex in our house. At that very moment, my ear went sharp as she complained to her friend, especially when she said it had been months since we'd slept with Dad.

Everything in that moment seemed to tell me it was the right time and I might never get another chance.

I spent two days in various situations of how to ask for the gift, but lacked courage and my mother always asked me if I had already thought about something. That's when I decided to write a letter because it would not have to say what I wanted face-to-face and that it would be much easier without stumbling over words or stammering. I sat down on my bed and started writing. It was almost 20 pages of words, the first lines were trying to alleviate the idea of what I would come asking saying, telling him not to think badly of myself or anything like that. After countless first lines trying to soften what was coming, I finally revealed my deepest secret of the lust that had been felt for her since adolescence and all sexual desire accumulated over years just by dreaming about having sex with her. I used all sorts of arguments to try and convince her since I've always been a good son, saying that I was his biggest fan and admirer; admittedly appealing to my father's flaws with my mother, the bouncing around him and his lack of interest in her while I was out there crazy about her; told every erotic dream and sexual fantasy

strong sexual excitement for her that made me lose my appetite. In the penultimate paragraphs I again said the dream and joy it would be to have a night with my mother, take advantage of every second. in the final lines wanting to avoid the unprecedented scandal that could occur with this letter, I asked that if she did not accept giving me this gift because he was too perverted or any other reason, try to ignore my words and do not touch on the subject anymore. So I would know that my mom disagreed and it will be easier for both of us to cope with the situation left. It would fall into oblivion.

I thought long and hard about every word, revised the letter a thousand times which was more like a small book and changed some things and added others. When finally satisfied with everything I put all of the leaves together in one very well-made pink envelope and started to gather up what little courage I had in this situation and waited for the right moment to hand it over. It took me another three days to build that courage and whenever I tried I would end up backing out at the last second so then on Monday morning my father left and there were just me and my mother at home I stayed for several minutes in my room walking back and forth extremely nervous. My heart was racing, my body trembled and I had a strong cold feeling in the belly that seemed to suck up all the strength of my legs and almost made me want to vomit. At 22 years old I looked like a frightened child so finally gathered courage and left the room with the letter in hand.

I went into the kitchen where my mother was and almost had a heart attack extending the letter to her.

"What is that?" she asked curiously, picking up the letter.

"I wrote down what I wanted for a present".

"Um... a pink envelope". A slight laugh escaped my mother. "I don't think you should read it now, am I right?" she asked half-smilingly.

It's for later.

Okay, then.

"But it's only for you to read, you can't show your father". Is that okay? I said.

I went straight to my room and stood there praying that everything would work out. It was either all or nothing, it had worked out for me or the most embarrassing and scandalous moment of my life. When midday came my mother called me over for lunch and from the way she talked with me I still hadn't read her letter. The rest of the day was a fucking seizure because every time my mom called me up or came in to talk to me, I thought she had already done so and then we were going to hear some joke which no boy ever believed in human history. But nothing happened and everything was still rolling normally, when the night came we all had dinner together, things were still normal, my parents happy that I'm going to college and me desperate inside.

her lack of sex, the skipping around my father, that really can happen.<unk> but soon other thoughts came: "Yeah, but she is very truthful, has a strong personality, always elegant and polite, may think it's the end of the world. It would be my end".

That night I went to bed full of apprehension, took a long time to fall asleep and ended up waking late. Went for breakfast and there I realized that something had already happened. My father was with his morning newspaper buried in his face but when I sat down at the table my mother looked at me differently; she seemed serious, angry and thoughtful. Surely she'd read the letter. Mother stared at me and I couldn't keep eye contact and turned away from her eyes. Until then I just didn't know if Father knew about it. I was so nervous that vomiting cravings were strong. I felt weak all over my body. My mother kept looking at me, which made me even more uncomfortable and without saying anything. She just drank and ate. I couldn't stand the pressure and said that she would eat in the living room, my father only mumbled something and it seemed to me that he was not aware of what happened there.

I was wiping myself in the living room until my mom showed up, and she stared at the kitchen entrance as if to take care of something.

"Is this serious, or are you playing with me?" my mother asked in a very angry tone.

"It's serious". I answered nervously, almost stammering.

My mother sounded very angry, sighed angrily and turned around returning to the kitchen. I almost had a stroke, thought she would tell my father but heard nothing coming from there.

The day passed with the greatest silence at home, I stayed in my room could not look to face of my mother and when it was inevitable saw her serious expression.

It had been three days since I delivered the letter, it was a Thursday and so far my mother hasn't said another word about this subject only looked at me with an ugly face. She concludes that she didn't accept, therefore it would not be for me to touch on the matter, better let the idea die and hope everything goes back to normal.

Yet on that same Thursday afternoon, I was cutting the grass in my huge backyard and it was a scorching sunny day with sweat all over me.

"Just one night". she said angrily.

"What?" I asked half lost.

"You know what?" she criticized my mother.

Shut up, now you just listen.

I just nodded in the affirmative.

"One night and after that we never touched on the subject again. I'm your mother and will continue to want respect thereafter, no jokes or insinuations". After this evening it dies down and everything goes back as before. Am I clear?" she explained very clearly and firmly.

"Yes", I answered with gigantic enthusiasm.

"Your father is going away tomorrow and won't be back until Monday. After he leaves we will arrange the rest". my mother concluded.

I answered, and my mother withdrew from the kitchen.

I wanted to shout with such happiness. Never cut a grass so enthusiastically as that day. Surely the next day would be the best of my life. When Friday came, I was all excited like a child on his birthday. My father left around 5 pm went to visit some relatives, me and my mother said goodbye and once he had gone we returned inside the house.

"Sit there, now I'll tell you how it will work". My mother spoke in an angry tone.

I sat on the couch and stayed quiet.

"First of all, it's just tonight... Secondly you will never tell anyone or forget that I am your mother... Thirdly after this night we have not touched on the subject ever again... And fourthly from today I WANT THE SAME RESPECT AS BEFORE, NO CHANGE ON YOUR MOTHER AND POINT. Do you understand or do you want me to repeat?" explained my mom slowly as she squeezed her eyes

"I got it, I got it". I replied quickly.

"Okay then. I'll take a shower and get dressed. See if you do the same". she said, pointing to my room.

I immediately flew into my room, grabbed some clean light clothes and went straight to the bathroom in the hallway.

I took that bath, so as not to put a defect. I have never been cleaner in all my life. Put on some perfume, arranged the hair and wore a bermuda and a T-shirt. The clothes were of no importance because what we would do wouldn't need it itself. Went into the room waiting for my mother, waited for a long time, could only hear the shower running which remained like this for quite a while. Then I heard the hairdryer turning on and walked through the bedroom. It was another long wait.

It was almost 8 o'clock at night when my mother finally came out of the room. And wow, she looked really spectacular: She had high heels on and her long blonde hair tied in a single braid

very well made, she wore a black dress that was fair to the body and highlighted her white skin colour with a nice cleavage which made her huge breasts even bigger it looked like her boobs would jump out of the dress at any moment not that the cleavages were too big but my mother's enormous tits. I immediately went towards her wanting to get into the room right away and start the party however i got interrupted by my mom's palm on my face

"He's waiting there. Where are you going?" my mother asked, interrupting me as I entered the room.

I thought we were gonna...

"Did you think we'd just come in and fuck?" she retorted.

I was confused at that moment, not only by the curse she uttered -- which is a very rare thing to happen -- but also by this unexpected interruption.

"Little boy, at least have the decency to take me out for dinner or a movie. It would be the very least you could do for someone who wants to spread their legs around".

Okay, just give me a minute to change.

After I was dressed, my mother got in her car and we left. On the way to the restaurant she had chosen, he was already all excited and since it was night for me, it was inevitable that I would not try to take a few steps on his hands before reaching the restaurant. I took a chance and went with my hand towards her thigh, but to my surprise before I touched him I picked up a plug in my hand.

"You're very frightened", she said boldly. "He wrote that he had waited years for an opportunity, I think you can wait a few more hours".

"Yes". I replied with my head down and sad thoughts.

That was just the beginning of my torture that night. We had dinner, we went to movies and even a club. Meanwhile every time I tried something I got groped or slapped on the silly hand. At other times my mother seemed quite receptive but when I did try anything there came smack-and-slap. This made me more and more excited, so close and yet so far away. And it wasn't easy for my mom in our conversations she always looked serious and angry no matter what subject we were talking about.

But the moment finally came, it was 1:30 a.m., when we decided to go home and my mother said that I had better get back before she lost her mind and tried to have sex with me in the middle of the dance floor.

On the way back in the car, I didn't even hide my huge erection sticking out of my pants like an armed circus tent.

even more nervous.

We finally got home, and I was horny as hell.

"Go to my room, I'll be right there and you can take off your clothes before her dick rips it". My mother said looking at the middle of my legs.

I went into my parents' room and quickly took everything out, it was as if I had been born. My mother came back to the room still dressed, gave me a look from head to foot and mostly staring at my rigid member. That is when I decided to ask something:

I called attention to myself.

"What?" she asked, fumbling through his closet.

"Can you wear that green platform jump I used to use with Dad?"

This was a very sexy platform jump that I'd seen her use a couple of times with my dad and it was something I really wanted to do.

My mother squeezed her eyes at me and with a serious face pulled out of the closet those blessed heels and again left the room. I was so nervous that I couldn't stop quietly, then began to move randomly in some things in the room until on a drawer found it, the little blue one, the famous Viagra. Surely my father had been and for a moment an idea came to me. I did not have to use, never had problems with erection. However I would only have this night with my mom. You've waited years for this opportunity that you never thought would come, and now that it has, I should seize every second.

I sat in bed waiting for my mother's return. My heart was a thousand and one cold on the belly that had never been before, nervousness so much that it was quite possible to have a stretch at any time. A few minutes later my mom came into the room and oh yes the excitement went out of her head. She was completely naked wearing only the famous green jump which I had seen many times she wore during trances with my father. My mother took some steps, stood in front of me placing both hands resting against his waist and looked seriously as if he were not finding anything funny therein.

"Is it good for you?" she spoke sharply.

Immediately I got up from the bed and giving a nice look at my feet, head confirmed with a quick yes. My mother was a very white-skinned blonde woman. So white that in various parts of her body one could see her bluish veins running down her body as if on her large breasts with overhanging pink beaks. Her thin waist stood out her wide hips which featured a completely shaved bucket and lips already showing themselves pretty little roses. While I inspected my <unk>present<unk> , my mother continued with his closed expression. My intention was to throw her in bed and start fucking, but I confess that

I was intimidated by her. My mother was a blond, strong-willed gentleman who wasn't shy or insecure in the slightest; she was very intelligent and independent. And at that moment I understood why so many people felt threatened when they were around my mom -- not because of any arrogance on her part or anything like that, but it certainly showed through her mannerisms and looks that she was an innate leader.

Mine didn't say anything else, but just by her look and body language I could tell she was the submissive type.

Feeling somewhat agitated by that dominating gaze, I asked timidly. "Mother?"

"What is it?" she asked seriously.

"Is everything free or can't I do something?" she asked without even touching her yet.

"Can I swear too?" I asked.

My mother squeezed her eyes as if to rebuke me. "Just this once", she warned.

Given the explanations, I timidly put my hands in my present. I grabbed my mother's waist and pulled gently against my body making her big breasts touch on my chest. Then my hands slid into her huge soft ass so that I began to feel them with force. I approached my face of my mother who was looking at me as if she were angry and slowly went giving light kisses on his cheek towards his mouth. I was crazy for kissing it, feeling its saliva and especially its tongue in my mouth. One thing I hadn't said before was that my mother has a lady tongue, yes indeed, my mother's tongue is huge. She could touch the tip of her own nose and even touched her chin. It wasn't something my mom took pride in and very few people knew about it. However it always aroused an enormous curiosity and desire in me. What would kissing someone like this be?

Still, it was something I wanted to experience. My kisses were already in the corner of her mouth while my hands caressed her delicious ass. Our lips soon met, at first I felt some resistance from my mother but then she made way for our tongues touching each other. What a shiver that gave me. We kissed for several seconds but nothing on his big tongue so I stopped the kiss.

Mom, I called.

"What?" she murmured. "I want a kiss on the tongue". I spoke.

"Isn't that what we were doing before you interrupted the boy?" he criticized. "Yes, but I want a real kiss really. I want your whole tongue in my mouth". My mother looked at me with a tremendous look of disapproval.

"PLEASE!" I said in an affectionate way.

She sighed not very enthusiastically.

"If you vomit in my mouth, I swear that I'll tear your balls off". My mother said as she grabbed hold of my bag firmly and gently stuck her fingernails into my skin to show she was serious.

I answered all cheerful and resuming the kiss.

Lips to lips, tongue touching language. But this time my mother was not a little economical, she stuck her entire tongue inside of my mouth. Not only the tongue as a gigantic amount of saliva that soaked my mouth in it. At first I admitted that my body gave a strange and wanted to stop kissing but controlled instinct and there everything happened right. My mother's tongue filled strongly my mouth, you could feel its moist flesh touch almost everything within while moving. My tongue had no comparison with hers, the kiss was all dominated by my mother's big tongue that did what it wanted inside my mouth. At certain moments I could swear I felt her tongue curl up in mine.

I had never given a kiss so "babbled" in my life as at that moment, I say between quotes because actually practically the large amount of saliva which was rolling on the kiss comes out from my mother's mouth and it came into mine. What can be said is that the kiss was very different but it was a very tasty one.

"Did you like it?" my mother always asked with that serious expression as she dropped the bag and cleaned a bit of her lipstick, which had been stained by some saliva.

I don't know how Dad doesn't like a kiss like that.

After that kiss my confidence returned, for I asked something and she did.

My gaze quickly turned to my mother's enormous breasts and with one hand I groped for desire.

"Look at the size of those tits!" I spoke almost without thinking while massaging that breast.

I saw the anger in my mother's eyes when she heard that, and if it hadn't been for this moment I would never have spoken to her like that even because MY MOTHER WOULD HAVE GIVEN ME A SUCK IN THE FACE.

"Are you going to have an aunt now?" my mother spoke harshly.

At that moment, I didn't know what to say.

"That's good. Now knees and suck". said my mother, putting one of her legs back on the bed and pointing at his pocket knife.

I was surprised at the time.

"I thought I could do whatever I wanted?" I asked calmly.

"You can. But I asked you: Do you want to fuck with me or do whatever you like?" my mother said, looking directly into my eyes.

I didn't understand the logic of her question, but from the way she spoke it seemed to me that the second alternative was not correct.

"I want to fuck the lady". I said.

"That's what I thought". Then... now, knees down and suck.

The look my mother gave me when she finished speaking was so penetrating and dominating that almost immediately I knelt at her feet without taking my eyes off of hers. As soon as I had settled into position, my gaze naturally descended on the body of my mother, passing through her enormous breasts, her thin waist and wide hips. I stood face to face with a fully shaved bouquet and very pink lips which seemed too appetizing for taste.

My dick throbbed with excitement. I drew my face close to mother's thigh and slowly kissed her soft skin until it reached the middle of her legs. At that moment a burst of horniness took over me, and unashamedly I gave myself a big licking in the midst of this wet crack. As my tongue ran across her pink lips I felt as if I heard a gentle sigh coming from my mother but was not sure.

I didn't want to go directly into her clitoris, before my licking got there, so I stopped and did the reverse movement. My mouth started playing with her lipstick alternating between licks, tongues and suction cups without her big vaginal labia. All this without touching her cletus. My mother kept one of her legs propped up in bed and seemed like she liked it a lot because she opened her legs wider and let my mouth enter deeper into her penis. I would suck on her lipstick with great pleasure; its smell and taste were equally pleasant for our senses.

When I finally got my mouth up to my mother's clitoris, I gave a huge blowjob with a tongue twitch. This time her groan was sharp. I looked up and my mom stood head tilted backward seemingly eyes closed just enjoying my sucks in her bottle. Then I felt her hand hold my head from behind and force my mouth even more against her clit. My tongue toyed with its cricket in movements at all angles, neither strong nor weak; as it seemed to please my mother very much, for she was not speaking much but only letting out some sighs and groans which appeared to escape her control.

"CONTINUED... SUCKING ... ASSIM!" my mother said in a trembling voice that seemed to lose strength as she spoke.

It was a few more minutes in this play until I felt her body shake and suddenly force its bouquet against my mouth.

We remained in the same position for a few seconds and then my mother, looking somewhat bewildered took her bucket off of my face and stepped backwards. Her white skin was slightly glistening with sweat and her face still had that domineering look. I continued kneeling on the floor with an extremely hard stick, almost like a dog awaiting its owner's next command.

My mother looked at me thoughtfully then a slight and strange smile formed on her face.

My mother spoke almost like an order as she turned and let her huge white ass towards me.

"What?" I asked, surprised and stunned as my heart seemed to burst.

"In your perverted card, you said that I was so willing to rip my ass". My mother explained looking over her shoulder.

"Yes", I answered with a trembling voice.

I had the slightest impression that deep down my mother seemed to be enjoying it.

I immediately went on my knees to my mother who was still standing only this time with her huge white butt facing me.

Before I could do anything, one of my mother's hands grabbed me tightly by the hair.

It's for kissing. I don't want a kiss, or tongue, or anything. You are just going to stick your face up my ass and BE CHEATING MY ASS. Do you understand? <unk> she asked.

"Yes". I answered quickly.

My mother held firmly to my hair, leaned forward a little and started moving her huge ass towards my face. I watched that pink butt slowly approaching my face and then position itself right on my nose.

She ordered it by rubbing her ass against my nose.

I just put my hands on his legs and started smelling that pink ass.

I had really taken a nice bath, because even his anal hole smelled good but still it gave to feel very slightly its natural smell which at the moment felt almost enjoyed. It may seem strange get so excited by the smell of an ass, but I'd dreamed and wanted to fuck my mother for years that even scenting her anus seemed something phenomenal. And not just any butt was mine Mother. How many children could say what their own mother's ass smells like? In some way this was something special.

That smell of ass was coming into my nose and driving me crazy with a hard-on. It seemed like an extremely strong, powerful invitation to sex. Not just the scent but the whole situation made my body tremble in desire. My mother always all elegant and polite, symbol of good manners and values among friends, relatives and acquaintances. She was there letting someone sniff her anus depravedly, even more so if it's her own son. I was delirious with pleasure smelling that ass, not even touching myself. But for some reason it felt a little pleasurable every time the smell of lust invaded my airways.

"DO YOU LIKE MY BACK?!" asked my mother, rubbing her anus even more into my nose.

I tried to say something, but her big ass drowned out my voice.

"YES! MUCH!" I replied with a slight gasp, for my mother would make quick pauses so that I could breathe and quickly bury her ass in my face.

"THAT'S GOOD!" my mother replied.

I was just finishing talking and my mom came back to bury her ass off of my face, punching her pink butt right in my nose.

It was a few more long minutes smelling that wonderful ass. I had smelled so much, so much more of that anal hole which would surely remember it until the last day of my life. Soon I couldn't stand just being able to smell any longer;

"Please let me suck your ass!" I asked, almost begging from the excitement.

My mother rolled her eyes at me as if I were too low to ask for such a good thing.

"RIGHT!" she said, dropping my hair and walking away from me.

My mother climbed into bed and got on all fours letting her big white ass turn to me.

"Before I change my mind", she said as she finished moving around the bed.

Faster than lightning, I positioned myself behind her and couldn't help but admire that four-legged bitch.

"NOSSA GIVES to understand why the street pimp almost breaks his neck for looking at that bitch!" I spoke without thinking.

In this my mother gives me a deadly look over her shoulder not liking too much of my compliment.

I just grinned incoherently and looked away from his big ass.

Without any shame I grabbed her two big buttocks and kissed her pink ass. I gave a beautiful long-lasting kiss that burst into the room. When it was over, I began to parade my tongue in this anus. It went through its entire length making circular movements and occasionally giving some pokes right at the entrance. Lickings and sucking alternated on this delicious cutie and my mother seemed to like quite a few of them because she left her rump raised while lying down with the front part of her body in bed. This made your butt look even bigger and sexier.

After beautiful licks and well-wetted suckings in that hole, I decided it was time to really give him a nice deep kiss. I tucked my face into his huge white ass, opened my mouth with an immeasurable desire and let my tongue slide down the pink neck. My mother used to only breathe out sighs before but as she put her tongue through its hole she almost instantly released a pleasant groan. My lips massaged the outside of this rectum with light puffs while my language wriggled around inside trying to go deeper and deeper.

"AAH... at least you're not cool like your father!" said my mother in a low sigh and groan.

When I heard that, oh yes it made me more crazy. I buried my tongue even deeper in the pink ass and my mother only answered with a louder groan. I had no shame or shyness to do so, on the contrary sucking my mom's butt was the greatest prize of my life. No one imagines that their own mother gives her arse or receives oral sex into his anus, which is why such an act was so exciting for me. Every mother symbol of love and tenderness also likes depraved things. They can deny this but they have certainly given too much ass already.

My mother was definitely one of those, like I said she's always been seen as decent and polite and classy a woman who no-one would have guessed liked to give her ass off in any way.

I sucked, licked and thrust my tongue deeply into that tasty anus. At the time my mother's ass was the eighth wonder of the world. I had sucked with such voracity that after a while it slowed down because my mouth already showed some pain from uninterrupted movements, but for no reason did I want to stop and apparently neither did my mother.

She would repeat it between moans and sighs as she pressed her ass even harder against my face.

I held tightly to my mother's broad hip and thrust my tongue as deep into her mouth as possible.

<unk>AH... SO ... THAT HIMSELF... DON'T STAY INNER...! <unk> my mother spoke in an altered way like a warning and grabbed tightly at my head so as not to leave the place.

I sucked that pink ass with fury for a few more seconds then felt and heard my mother mocking.

I removed my face from the middle of my mother's ass before giving one last lick to her orifice.

"SATISFY?" she asked still at four showing that she was ready to get out of the position.

I quickly stretched out and gave him one last kiss ending with a lick on his ass.

"It will never be enough!" I replied, and my mother gave a slight smile that seemed satisfied with the answer.

She spoke from the position she was in. But...

"Shut up and lie down on the bed, boy!" she scolded.

My mother moved until I stood face to face with the middle of my legs that naturally opened up for her and left well-sampled my hard rock made dick which would have been drooling from excitement. She gave a quick glance at my member and then towards me, without any word firmly grabbed my stiff stick and gave it a gentle slow punch making even more pre-enjoyment liquids drain out of his hand.

"I'm sure you would like that very much!" said my mother with a slight tone of satisfaction.

I just confirmed it with an enthusiastic look.

"At least you didn't inherit that from your father!" said my mother as she waved me a stick.

I didn't know what she meant, and my mother seemed to get it. "THAT was a compliment!"

My mother noticed my broad smile and just rolled her eyes in disapproval.

Then my mother without any shyness leaned over and gave a slow, beautiful lick on the head of my stick. At that same moment a shock wave swept through my body making me shiver all over. I just whimpered quietly and my mom seemed to like my reaction. She continued with her licks and jokes with only the tip of her tongue in the gland as if she wanted to tease me even more.

Gradually my mother was going down on my stick giving light kisses in her extension until she reached at my balls where she cupped one of them and gave a strong sucker while pulling it back till he let go from his mouth.

I spoke euphorically.

My mother squinted at me as if she didn't like the curse word, but said nothing and returned her attention to my dick. This time she showed no delicacy whatsoever. She poked half of my very hard cock and gave a mega-strong blowjob that made me twist on the bed. I moaned loudly.

She began to suck on my cock with great skill, did not seem fearful or in a hurry; she sucked slowly and alternately. With each passing second it seemed that more and more of my dick entered her mouth. It was noticeable because where the mark of his red lipstick had been before like a ring, disappeared and appeared further down, deeper below.

My mother would take short pauses where she'd lick the head off my dick and then start sucking on my balls almost always looking me straight in the eye. At her last blow to my testicles, she adjusted her position a little bit in front of my cock, threw her long braid backwards and dropped it again with her mouth onto my penis. However my mom started giving quick light blows as if preparing herself for something and soon I found out what that was. My stick was sliding more and more into his mouth until at the head of my pike I began to feel a different texture, it was tighter and seemed to have a liquid much more sticky than saliva. As I looked down between my legs, I saw my mother swallowing up to her heel my hard cock and the strange sensation that had been felt in my gland was from my limb slipping inside my mom's throat. The feeling was strangely pleasant. She stood there for a few seconds, until I could see her eyes tear up slightly when she finally pulled all of my dick out from inside her mouth.

His mouth was extremely wet and drooling, you could feel his saliva dripping down to soak my balls. My mother already held firmly on my dick and her blowjobs had become strong crackling suckers. I twisted with pleasure over the bed looking like an inexperienced teenager.

Shit, that's the only thing I could say with all those hard blowjobs.

My mother showed no mercy, sucked hard and big gulp, it seemed that

I wanted to suck my soul by the dick. Several times I almost made fun of it, but whenever I was nearby my mother seemed to notice and slowed down and started sucking on my balls. When danger passed she would come back ferociously with a blowjob from me and repeat all over again. It was a mixture of pleasure and frustration because my mom never let me have any fun.

They were long minutes of a pleasurable "torture". Suddenly out of nowhere my mother stopped sucking me and got up from bed. I was puzzled. Just watched her go towards the wardrobe while to my delight she looked at her huge butt shaking in rhythm with her footsteps. She stood opposite a white closet opened doors running and started looking for something. At first I thought it was condoms and soon became euphoric inside. However that wasn't quite so, I noticed she was taking some small objects of different colors and shapes but they all appeared to be leased.

'Too small... too little ... it's also small.' My mother spoke softly as she seemed to compare the tiny objects.

My mother turned towards the bed with the strange green object in her hand and climbed up again.

"We don't want you to go fast anymore!" she said, showing me a transparent green penis ring.

My mother reached over and opened a drawer by the bedside, took out a bottle that I immediately identified as lubricant. She passed some in her hand and then spread it on my erect member; she dropped the flask off to one side and picked up the penis ring and put it into place so it would slide down towards the base of my dick where he was tightening it slightly. Adjusting the accessory my mom climbed onto me.

That huge blond mare began to position herself in order to fit our bodies. Her enormous breasts swayed over my face giving me water in the mouth, and then I felt her hand griping my stiff cock; at this moment I remembered the condom, but before I could say anything, I sensed the head of my dick entering into that hot, moist bucket, and without being able to say a word, my penis was entirely slipping inside it. I felt the entire weight of my mother's body be deposited against my erect member which dulled my senses and made me forget about the condo.

My mother started riding slowly, up and down without taking her eyes off me. Her warm wet pussy seemed to contract around my dick giving me fucking pleasure. I was like a statue in bed just letting that huge blonde mare lead the fuck with highly rhythmic movements of her hips between horseback rides and reels. Suddenly my mom leaned towards me leaning both hands on the mattress making her enormous pink-billed breasts sit right over my face almost touching my skin.

I was mesmerized by those big breasts swaying over my face to the rhythm of my mother's tumbling, her extremely white skin highlighted in detail with blue veins running down her large boobs.

Didn't you want to suck my tits?

my mother with a tone of disdain.

I was a little apprehensive about the way she spoke, but couldn't think much.

My mother repeated, but this time as an order.

At the same moment my mouth seemed to understand everything and started salivating even more, yearning for those breasts. My mother had enormous boobs and when I say huge they were HUGE HELL of a kind that if you grab it your hand is missing and there's too much left over from the chest. They were almost literally two melons and despite their age still incredibly beautiful and juicy.

I grabbed both breasts and started kissing them all over. It was wonderful to feel those big pieces of soft flesh against my lips, then the kisses turned into licks that ran down her boobs, my tongue played around her pink halo and then with the large beak she had. Kissing, licking and suckling went on for as long as these two breasts lasted.

"I command you, mother!" she said in a very bossy way.

"Yes", I answered.

She stared at me for a few seconds and then rolled back with her huge boobs in my face.

Before long, I pecked at one of her breasts and began sucking on her pink beak.

Yes, now!

Immediately I began to suck her breast hard, until it burst. Sucked like a hungry child wanting milk out of it. My sucking was frenzied and voracious, sucked with pleasure and great delight. But for me it was almost inevitable that sometimes between one exchange and another there would be kisses and licks on those big juicy pieces of meat.

My mother seemed to be enjoying my blowjobs very much. Moans and sighs escaped all the time. Her hip began moving more forcefully and quickly against my dick which was swallowed whole by her gluttonous pussy. Soon her riding on me became ferocious making even the wooden bed creak without stopping with its strong, fast movements. My senses went haywire and I couldn't think of anything else or even suckle those enormous breasts. Mother's ride was pleasantly exhilarating. My moans mingled with her groanings, which seemed to grow stronger every minute and in that room it was a mixture of the sounds of whimpering, the bed creaking and my mother's body beating against mine making an exploding noise.

Suddenly my mother comes out of me and throws herself lying next to me. I still drunk with pleasure

I get confused.

"LOGO!" she said in a gasping voice.

Like a bolt of lightning, I got down on my knees in bed. My mother laying there wasted no time opening her legs and giving me full access to her bouquet. Admittedly this scene made me euphoric;

He criticized my mother by making me out of my daydreams.

I quickly stood between her legs, which had a very wet bottle with vaginal fluids running through it. As I lay down on my mother's lap she herself grabbed hold of my stick and put it back into the bottle.

"PUT IN FORCE!" she commanded.

At the same moment I began to pump into that hot, wet tub. Pulling and burying my dick up to its stem. This time it was not only the bed which creaked but also her pillow started beating lightly on the wall of the room. It got like an animal in the heat. I brought my face close to hers; I could feel her breath strong and warm. I began kissing her neck and went climbing down her cheek until she reached her mouth. To my surprise I felt my mother's tongue pass through my lips and begin without any shyness looking for a passageway inside my mouth. Soon we were kissing hard and this time I didn't even have to ask, my mother put her entire huge tongue in my mouth which made me madder.

After a long, drawn-out kiss I turned my attention to that lovely little bouquet... thrusting with force and speed the groans out of my mother who seemed intent on hiding them.

"Dear Mother, you are very... lovely", I complimented frantically.

"Like what?" she asked between moans and serious looks at me.

"Much!" I replied with a sigh.

"How much?" she asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

"Much myself... for you"... is the most delightful woman that ever existed.

My mother smiled from the corner of her mouth as if she liked that answer. Meanwhile my dick went in and out of this pink bouquet frantically without stopping, with desire and extreme pleasure, for long minutes fucking wildly.

"Continue like this... DO NOT STOP!" warned my mother by crossing her legs on my hip preventing me from getting out of that position.

I concentrated even more on getting into it, almost there. And then I expended all the energy that was left and increased the velocity of the bombs. My mother immediately began to moan nearly non-stop -- a low but continuous groaning.

That's it, that is... faster.

Immediately I accelerated even more and this time went really deep, pulled up my whole stick into that nozzle which was so wet it made a moist sound every time my member re-entered.

"Don't stop"... she spoke almost like a growl.

I was almost having fun and had to make a huge effort to hold on, because if I'd joked before my mother it could have been disastrous. But luckily for me there were some more quick punches and I heard her strong groan. My mom's whole body trembled and contracted. While she was joking I felt relief and kept going without stopping until my turn came. Then unexpectedly I felt her body shake again and let out another more bewildered moan. She should have had another orgasm. There were a few more seconds of jumping in and finally enjoying myself. I plunged my dick as deeply into that soaked jug and FUCKED LIKE A GOOSE. It was the strongest orgasm of my life, felt my whole body tremble and an explosion of pleasure made me groan loudly. The orgasm had been so powerful that I confess for a moment my vision darkened and came back. All my strength was sucked to my hips, balls and cock. I could feel this entire region contracting violently and making me ejaculate like never before in all my life. My dick and my balls were throbbing, releasing more and more semen. Just when I thought it was going to be over, out of nowhere another strong contraction would come up and a further flurry of fucking would be thrown in. It seemed like my body wanted to ejaculate every last drop inside that bottle.

My mother stood there with her legs open until I finished ejaculating inside of her vagina. When I finally was done, she came out from the top and threw me panting in bed. We were both breathless and sweating just staring at the ceiling. A few seconds later I looked at my dick that was half pumped and didn't look like it would soften any more than that. Without thinking twice I started masturbating to make it hard. However my mom had another idea.

"Let's take a break!" she said, pulling my hand away from my member and removing the penis ring.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and started to fix her hair. I stood there a little disappointed, then my mother looked over at me with an expression of disapproval.

"Relax, it's not over". She said as she stood up.

"Yes", I answered.

"Let's have a drink", said my mother, leaving the room naked.

The idea wasn't bad and I immediately followed her into the kitchen. My mother was standing in front of an open fridge looking for something, and the sight of her huge butt and sexy body were already starting to tickle my dick. My mom looked back and caught me staring at her ass; I didn't disguise myself just stared at it and smiled and then returned my gaze to its white buttocks. My mum rolled her eyes in disapprobation and turned her attention again towards the refrigerator.

After identifying what she wanted, my mother took out a bowl of packaged salad and an ice-cold water jug. She went to the island (a kind of counter) that stood in the middle of the kitchen and sat down on a high bench.

"Don't you want something to eat?" she asked, unwrapping the plate.

"I'm not hungry", I answered.

But I was thirsty, so I grabbed a glass and poured myself some cold water that came down refreshingly.

"Mother", I called timidly with ideas in my head.

What?

"Could I suck your ass while you eat?" my mother asked with a tight heart.

"Wait till we get back to the room". She answered by taking a sip of water.

I wanted to be here in the kitchen, with you sitting there.

My mother again cast a huge look of disapproval.

"All right". To my surprise, she agreed.

My mother got into a better position on the bench and leaned forward slightly causing her butt to open up, exposing her pink ass for me. Then I knelt behind her and started sucking her arse. Mother went back to eating her salad while I licked her tasty anus.

The situation was extremely exciting in the kitchen: my mother sitting naked eating while I on my knees with my face completely buried in her white ass. Smelling, kissing and licking and poking my tongue into his pink hole. In that kitchen the only sounds you could hear were the cutlery touching the plate, the glass being released onto the marble surface and wet suckling which I gave to this huge butt.

While my mother was throwing her salad, I threw her pink ass. It didn't take long for me to be hard-on and she finished.

"Mom, can we have sex here?" I asked euphorically.

She looked at me like she didn't really like the idea.

In here?

Yes, in the kitchen on top of the island.

Again she gave me an extremely disapproving look.

"On the left side there's a bottle of lubricant", my mother said, guessing what I wanted.

Everyone smiling ran out and I took the lubricant in a drawer and went back to thousand. My mother was waiting for me standing up in the kitchen and as soon as I arrived already showed the bottle. She gave me another look of contempt and approached me. He held my hard stick tightly.

"Does that hurt?" she asked, jerking me off.

"Yes", I answered.

My mother stared at me for a few seconds while her hand massaged my dick as if she wanted to make sure it was hard enough. After finishing the inspection, she let go of my stick. She put one foot on the bench and climbed up onto the island. Without any shyness she positioned herself four feet above the marble with her pink ass in full view before I got there too. However, before I could get up, my mom warned:

"You better not tell that to anyone!" she said in a very serious tone.

"Ok". I said, a little intimidated.

I went up to the island and it didn't take long for me to lick my entire cock with lubricant. Finishing the first step, I grabbed my member and directed him towards the entrance of that pink hole. I forced the head of my dick against the opening and slowly this ass was opening and accepting its new host. When the gland all came in, my mother whimpered softly and without delay I kept pushing the rest slowly. Soon that tight leg had swallowed my whole penis down into Senti. The anal walls pulsed around my limb almost like a pleasant massage.

I grabbed my mother's waist and began a slow back-and-forth, which slid easily thanks to the lubricant and gradually increased strength and speed. My mom seemed to be enjoying herself with her sighs and moans. And I can say that my dick was loving exploring the cavernous depths of his ass.

It was only a matter of time, and soon I would be fucking my mother's ass hard. Pump it relentlessly up to the heel, pulling back in hallucinatingly. My hips were cracking non-stop hitting fiercely against that white butt. Inebriated with pleasure I grabbed my mom's long blond braid and pulled forcefully forwards making her body go towards mine.

I didn't try to understand what she was saying, just ignored it and kept fucking her pink ass with impetuousness as our moans mingled with the sound of our bodies beating together.

It would be impossible to explain if my father walked into the kitchen at that exact moment with my four-year-old mother on top of the island completely naked and me behind her eating his ass ferociously.

It wasn't long before we were making fun of each other almost at the same time, I pulled her hair back and punched my dick as deeply as possible and let my body numb with an explosion of pleasure. My mother groaned loudly while I was ejaculating in her ass which this time was more modest than the first one where a lot of nonsense had come out.

We stayed in the same position for a while, and when the euphoria of orgasm was over I pulled my dick out from inside that anus. For some seconds I admired my mother's pink ass which still shows itself wide open giving even to see clearly its strong-pink interior, but gradually it came back into its natural condition and closed up again. My mother lay down on the marble island, still seemingly gasping with her last fuck and at this moment an idea occurred to me.

I hurried down from the island and turned around, my mother was lying on her stomach and I stood right in front of her. She looked at me looking for an answer to what she'd been doing, so I grabbed my stick that still showed signs of life and began swinging it across her face almost touching its mouth.

My mother looked at me in a serious way.

"You stuck it in my ass and now you want me to suck?" she said harshly.

My mother gave me a deadly look, closed her eyes and stared at me for several seconds. However with an air of displeasure she surprisingly grabbed my cock firmly and began to suck it. Her mouth swallowed almost the entire member making large suctions. I believe that she only sucked because she knew that he had done a nice job cleaning up in his anal orifice. But this also indicated to me that this elegant woman and symbol of good values and morals also has a perverted side.

Well, what I can tell you is that prostitution started all over again. (Laughter) And I wanted to enjoy every second of the night because it was only one so I would stop fucking when I couldn't take any more and my mother and I fucked almost everywhere in our house: her room, mine kitchen on a table, couch, even living-room floor. Viagra helped me a lot in this prank, and I'm not proud to say that I did use it, but we literally fucked for HOURS.

at home.

And when we finally finished, we fell completely exhausted into bed with our bodies drenched in sweat and shortness of breath. I looked helplessly at my mother who also seemed to have reached her limit. We both felt like we had run a marathon.

"LET'S GO TO SLEEP NOW!" said my mother with a heavy breath.

"Right!" I agreed. "Just let me recover a little and I'll go to my room".

"SLEEP ON YOUR OWN, MOLEKE!" he said to my mother as she gave me a serious look.

I felt a sense of relief and happiness at being able to spend some more time there with her. My mother turned over on the opposite side and seemed to fall asleep quickly, while I took one last look at that huge white butt facing me and in farewell gave a nice pat on one of those big soft buttocks.

"Go to sleep, boy!" my mother growled.

I smiled and turned to the other side, making myself comfortable in bed.

That night was the most incredible thing in my life, even if it's only one. I felt extremely satisfied and discovered things that I never thought I would ever be able to do:

This story originally had two sequels.

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