I Abused My Mother and Turned Her Lover <unk> Part 2
For those of you who haven't read the first part, I suggest looking it up on this website or asking me by e-mail.
After she became aware of what was going on while she slept, I dipped my foot in the mud which resulted in a period of several months without me getting anywhere near her. And I believe that certain things in life have to happen one way or another.
A few days after our conversation I had another good opportunity to indulge myself with her pussy, this time on the sofa itself. She dressed up and totally doped-up was all that I expected in order to start my little ritual. I began by lifting up her dress until she was fully exposed to the panties, then knelt down and stood for a while just watching that gorgeous little bundle of immensely furry hair form into a fluffy cushion, great for an exhausted pinto to rest in for a few minutes before returning to his good old job of popping butt pleats and exploring wet hungry boobies as it should be.
I used to fantasize about all sorts of things looking at her, thinking how nice it would be if she was okay with that because we were just the two of us and for a guy this meant having his own mother's ass available 24 hours a day.
As my stamina increased, so did my attitudes. Since I wanted to leave her with the xana wide open, I pulled off her panties and dragged one of her legs up until it rests on the floor so that her lips would protrude between the hairs giving me total freedom to stick my tongue in them. Twice I stuck my dick into her pussy without however being able to penetrate it, only a long time later came to know about this lubricating bottle tip which wasn't the case at that moment. I enjoyed myself over her hair leaving everything milked, which I cleaned slightly. Deliberately left her naked again.
The next day there was not a single word about it, which made me believe that she would be able to play with her bucket whenever she wanted, my mistake; she had prepared an unpleasant surprise for the night. Everything seemed like last night except for the fact that she hadn't taken any painkillers.
She waited patiently, pretending to be asleep until I pulled out her panties once more. When I tried to stick my tongue in it, I was surprised and took a nudge that threw me away; when I looked at her, all I could see was her hard face - she wasn't crying or looking frightened, but rather dry, cold and accusing.
On Monday, once again nothing was said but now the reasons for silence were different. From then on I thought that all of it had ended there. She avoided touching up as much as possible and gradually tried to maintain the atmosphere in the best way she could. At this time I decided to go out more at night, partly because I felt a bit trapped in my house by it and claustrophobia started hitting me. Only going out at night meant leaving her alone which is something she really didn't want. At first she just asked me not to go out or come back early, but over time it started really grabbing my foot and I ended up using that as an excuse for going back with everything exploring her hairy bouquet. Another event shook her, my father gave a sign of life, not to her but to me. He sought me wanting to get closer he began sending me good money per month, and always invited me to spend weekends with him, which I did some times to his despair one fucking hot Saturday she packed the bag so I could stay at home was what I needed to feel comfortable I went to the landlord and rented two porn movies, came home and left them on my dressing table. She saw it because she didn't have her purse in there. When I finished showering and walked into the living room...
After she'd been admitted to the hospital for mixing medicine with booze, I had her monitored and given a single pill every time after the soap opera. Half an hour later she was upside down even though I knew that the painkillers didn't have the same effect as they did at first.
Ever since that bloody night, she had changed her routine; every time she'd have something to drink, she would go into the bedroom. That day she stayed in the living room watching TV, which irritated me a little bit. My friends called me -- believe it or not, but I do have friends -- (Laughter) and she asked if I was going out, and I said I haven't decided yet, so I went over there and when I came back, she was lying on the couch sleeping. I was watching the movie, like everybody else is, straightening my dick and not caring about how loud that VCR sounded -- an early-model Sharp with a hobo remote control.
Deep down, I wanted her to wake up and see it but nothing, I started suspecting that she was like the last time just waiting for an attitude from me and I got scared because after all I wasn't sure if she had been doped or not. I stopped the tape and gave her a few nudges, when she opened her eyes, saw that she was really under the influence of tranquilizers, said he would take it to bed, but did not get off the couch, became childish and went back into his chair and started rolling the ribbon again, sat down and open and close their eyes time looking at me, time for film, there was this accusatory look, do not know how to explain what is the expression on your face, but it was more or less someone who expected something but didn't long for it, and had the effect of medicine which also left you with an injured face, disinterested in Everything around her, so much that she'd see me standing there with my stick sticking out and watch the movie with the same expression.
I went and sat down next to her. She was still the same, there without saying anything, started lifting up her skirt as she watched the movie. When her panties were all out of place, I freaked out. I turned around and picked up her shirt, pulled my bra down and began squeezing and sucking on her boobs. Sometimes I made her grab my stick but her hand was so soft that I even drew a picture. At no point did she offer any resistance. I took off her t-shirt and brassiere; ripped away her skirts and underpants. Every time I looked at her, there was that half-blurred look on her face sometimes she would close her eyes for a long period of time and then open them again leave her legs wide open kneel in between put one finger up to the end then two fingers suckled it down swallowing its hair trying to reach her ass but without success penetration from this position wasn't working so i pulled her leg back into my favourite pose with one foot on the sofa and another on the floor For the first time my dick got into my own mother's vagina while she was sucking, licked her mouth since I couldn't kiss her and squeezed her tits and would eventually say something like "Mommy loves it" or "How nice to get in your vagina". I started asking for his ass. She didn't say anything. He just stood there so I turned him over on his back myself. That position was the best I could do, I opened up his buttocks well and did everything, ate the vagina again, sucked the vagina and the penis. An hour later as he drank xanax I stuck a finger in his lollipop. Soon after that I penetrated his butt with my stick. It was the moment when she outlined her biggest reaction, even in that state she moaned with pain.
There was no more, I enjoyed inside her ass. Lying there with her for a long time and then she got up half wobbling and I supported her. I took her to the room, she babbled that she needed help in taking a bath so I went with her. At this moment the erection painted again. In the shower she became much more awake, and me with a fucking hard-on while she leaned on me to wash myself, I penetrated his bottle with my fingers. I began punching sucking breasts. She had an arm over my shoulders. I grabbed her hand again and brought it up to my pinto, for a while she just held on as I soaped her pussy in with my fingers, tried penetration one more time but didn't roll over. Then she started punching me and ended up ejaculating into his legs.
We finished the bath and she went to bed. The next day, silence reigned in my house. Even with me already without any shame, the atmosphere was not at all light, yet I passed by her several times and heard various complaints including that she had been hurt (in the ass). A lot of stress rolled from there to here, but I will tell you how things turned out next time. I apologize for the delay in publishing this second part but I don't have much time available to write and my story is long and full of details.
I'm sorry, but you have to go.
After she became aware of what was going on while she slept, I dipped my foot in the mud which resulted in a period of several months without me getting anywhere near her. And I believe that certain things in life have to happen one way or another.
A few days after our conversation I had another good opportunity to indulge myself with her pussy, this time on the sofa itself. She dressed up and totally doped-up was all that I expected in order to start my little ritual. I began by lifting up her dress until she was fully exposed to the panties, then knelt down and stood for a while just watching that gorgeous little bundle of immensely furry hair form into a fluffy cushion, great for an exhausted pinto to rest in for a few minutes before returning to his good old job of popping butt pleats and exploring wet hungry boobies as it should be.
I used to fantasize about all sorts of things looking at her, thinking how nice it would be if she was okay with that because we were just the two of us and for a guy this meant having his own mother's ass available 24 hours a day.
As my stamina increased, so did my attitudes. Since I wanted to leave her with the xana wide open, I pulled off her panties and dragged one of her legs up until it rests on the floor so that her lips would protrude between the hairs giving me total freedom to stick my tongue in them. Twice I stuck my dick into her pussy without however being able to penetrate it, only a long time later came to know about this lubricating bottle tip which wasn't the case at that moment. I enjoyed myself over her hair leaving everything milked, which I cleaned slightly. Deliberately left her naked again.
The next day there was not a single word about it, which made me believe that she would be able to play with her bucket whenever she wanted, my mistake; she had prepared an unpleasant surprise for the night. Everything seemed like last night except for the fact that she hadn't taken any painkillers.
She waited patiently, pretending to be asleep until I pulled out her panties once more. When I tried to stick my tongue in it, I was surprised and took a nudge that threw me away; when I looked at her, all I could see was her hard face - she wasn't crying or looking frightened, but rather dry, cold and accusing.
On Monday, once again nothing was said but now the reasons for silence were different. From then on I thought that all of it had ended there. She avoided touching up as much as possible and gradually tried to maintain the atmosphere in the best way she could. At this time I decided to go out more at night, partly because I felt a bit trapped in my house by it and claustrophobia started hitting me. Only going out at night meant leaving her alone which is something she really didn't want. At first she just asked me not to go out or come back early, but over time it started really grabbing my foot and I ended up using that as an excuse for going back with everything exploring her hairy bouquet. Another event shook her, my father gave a sign of life, not to her but to me. He sought me wanting to get closer he began sending me good money per month, and always invited me to spend weekends with him, which I did some times to his despair one fucking hot Saturday she packed the bag so I could stay at home was what I needed to feel comfortable I went to the landlord and rented two porn movies, came home and left them on my dressing table. She saw it because she didn't have her purse in there. When I finished showering and walked into the living room...
After she'd been admitted to the hospital for mixing medicine with booze, I had her monitored and given a single pill every time after the soap opera. Half an hour later she was upside down even though I knew that the painkillers didn't have the same effect as they did at first.
Ever since that bloody night, she had changed her routine; every time she'd have something to drink, she would go into the bedroom. That day she stayed in the living room watching TV, which irritated me a little bit. My friends called me -- believe it or not, but I do have friends -- (Laughter) and she asked if I was going out, and I said I haven't decided yet, so I went over there and when I came back, she was lying on the couch sleeping. I was watching the movie, like everybody else is, straightening my dick and not caring about how loud that VCR sounded -- an early-model Sharp with a hobo remote control.
Deep down, I wanted her to wake up and see it but nothing, I started suspecting that she was like the last time just waiting for an attitude from me and I got scared because after all I wasn't sure if she had been doped or not. I stopped the tape and gave her a few nudges, when she opened her eyes, saw that she was really under the influence of tranquilizers, said he would take it to bed, but did not get off the couch, became childish and went back into his chair and started rolling the ribbon again, sat down and open and close their eyes time looking at me, time for film, there was this accusatory look, do not know how to explain what is the expression on your face, but it was more or less someone who expected something but didn't long for it, and had the effect of medicine which also left you with an injured face, disinterested in Everything around her, so much that she'd see me standing there with my stick sticking out and watch the movie with the same expression.
I went and sat down next to her. She was still the same, there without saying anything, started lifting up her skirt as she watched the movie. When her panties were all out of place, I freaked out. I turned around and picked up her shirt, pulled my bra down and began squeezing and sucking on her boobs. Sometimes I made her grab my stick but her hand was so soft that I even drew a picture. At no point did she offer any resistance. I took off her t-shirt and brassiere; ripped away her skirts and underpants. Every time I looked at her, there was that half-blurred look on her face sometimes she would close her eyes for a long period of time and then open them again leave her legs wide open kneel in between put one finger up to the end then two fingers suckled it down swallowing its hair trying to reach her ass but without success penetration from this position wasn't working so i pulled her leg back into my favourite pose with one foot on the sofa and another on the floor For the first time my dick got into my own mother's vagina while she was sucking, licked her mouth since I couldn't kiss her and squeezed her tits and would eventually say something like "Mommy loves it" or "How nice to get in your vagina". I started asking for his ass. She didn't say anything. He just stood there so I turned him over on his back myself. That position was the best I could do, I opened up his buttocks well and did everything, ate the vagina again, sucked the vagina and the penis. An hour later as he drank xanax I stuck a finger in his lollipop. Soon after that I penetrated his butt with my stick. It was the moment when she outlined her biggest reaction, even in that state she moaned with pain.
There was no more, I enjoyed inside her ass. Lying there with her for a long time and then she got up half wobbling and I supported her. I took her to the room, she babbled that she needed help in taking a bath so I went with her. At this moment the erection painted again. In the shower she became much more awake, and me with a fucking hard-on while she leaned on me to wash myself, I penetrated his bottle with my fingers. I began punching sucking breasts. She had an arm over my shoulders. I grabbed her hand again and brought it up to my pinto, for a while she just held on as I soaped her pussy in with my fingers, tried penetration one more time but didn't roll over. Then she started punching me and ended up ejaculating into his legs.
We finished the bath and she went to bed. The next day, silence reigned in my house. Even with me already without any shame, the atmosphere was not at all light, yet I passed by her several times and heard various complaints including that she had been hurt (in the ass). A lot of stress rolled from there to here, but I will tell you how things turned out next time. I apologize for the delay in publishing this second part but I don't have much time available to write and my story is long and full of details.
I'm sorry, but you have to go.
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