A Mother’s Love know no bounds

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A Mother’s Love know no boundsI don’t know how you would classify this story, as a fetish or simply a mother’s love, one step too far.I am a woman in my mid thirties, in my sexual peak, not too overly obsessed about my looks, and if I am honest with you, I do feel dissociated from men, but at the same time aware of their sexual desire for me.Some might classify me as a tease, and again if I am totally honest, I am a woman who does masturbate a lot, sometimes averaging three to four times daily, a little obsessive I agree, but I never seem to hurt from such excessive vaginal manipulation, I feel pleasure, on a constant high, and think myself in many scenarios involving men, sometimes enacting them, by flashing and exposing myself, mostly to loners and down-and-outs, men that cant respond to me, due to their predicament, but the thrill of showing myself to them, helps my get off when I think back of their supposed lusting for me, and especially if they caught me, the sordid things they would do with their unwashed penises.I am a single mother, had my son at the tender age of s*******n, and was never mounted by a man ever since, my own choosing, masturbation became my main means of sexual release, and built up a friendship with men, who like myself, preferred to self abuse, and on some occasions, canlı kaçak iddaa joined some guys and got each other off, without the penetrative stuff.In my twenties my son continued to share my bed, and I remember one early morning a stirring that was more real than a dream, I somehow knew it was a dream, but I was being touched by some men as I lay nude on a beach, they were preparing me for penetrative sex and I was warming to it, my breasts felt so alive, and my hand slid down and took hold of their penis, and suddenly I was awake, I was holding my sons cock, which was hard and felt big for a boy, but it what he was doing to me that shook me, he was suckling my nipple, and it filled me with so much desire, I failed to notice his movements as his cock moved between my loosely clenched fingers.I was relieved to see he was still sleeping, but obviously having a sexual dream, so I lay quite still and gently masturbated him, stroking his cock ever so slowly, prolonging the contact, and offering my other breast to his eager mouth.When the moment came for his release, I could feel his body stiffen, and shake, then relax, and his penis soften in my hand.I felt like a complete mother then, I had given my son an experience he would always relish, even though he would not know güvenilir casino it was I, but in many ways I rediscovered my deep seated yearning for sex, penetrative sex, and with that awareness, I let his cock slip from my grasp and started to touch my own sex organ and masturbate beside him.There was no shame, just a lusting that needed fulfillment, and as I squirmed in my task, I turned on my side to face my sleeping boy, eased my leg over his, gathered him into my bosom, and kissed his head, as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss swept over me, when everything had subsided and my breathing became even and regular, I was full atop of him and he was embracing me.’You alright Mum’, he whispered, as I propped myself up on my elbows, still fully on top of him?I nodded at first, his penis crushed under my pubis, I could feel it and it felt alive, ‘I think we both needed that’, I whispered back down to him, kissing his forehead then his full mouth.I felt no shame, just contentment as I eased my body from atop of him, my hand deliberately dropping down to feel and see if his cock was hard, which it was.’I think you enjoyed it too’, I said mischievously, as I took hold of him again and shook it as I wrapped my long fingers around it again.’It was nice’, was his reply, to which, from nowhere güvenilir casino I asked him bluntly, ‘Would you like to feel something else’, to which he just nodded in the affirmative?I slid down the bed and under the sheets, and took him into my full mouth, working my lips and tongue, as if feasting on nectar for the first time, never feeling full or any gagging reflex, just deep in and suckling out, and within moments, he justified my decision to orally placate his erection, my hands cradling his buttocks as he rose and hell with them, I wold like to think my son would always think his mother gave him the best blow-job ever.After that life changing morning we became lovers in that sense, unnatural in many eyes, but educational in his, and pleasurable in mine, we talked a lot about our strange love, I for my own selfish reasons, needed him to understand my love for him was unconditional, but should remain a secret for obvious reasons, but eventually our sexual drives were both equal and opposite, and very very physical.When he eventually left home he left a huge emptiness in my life, which needed to be fulfilled, and slowly I drifted back into my old ways of prowling the streets for those lesser specimens of men, to relieve my frustrations, only this time I went amongst them and let them touch, then fuck, the smell of their filth my new turn-on, their release my satisfactory aim, and my ‘Blond Angel of Sex’, their goddess in black lingerie, and now instead of masturbating three time daily, I do it with penetrative sex instead.

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