How I fucked my mother

It’s Saturday afternoon, I’ve been sleeping all day thanks to the excessive birthday celebration last night. Outside, it’s already getting dark, and I’m starting to wake up, classic. Gradually, I start to notice how my mom is running around in a tank top, obviously already showered and making dinner. Well, depends on how you look at it, for me it’s actually breakfast.

Anyway, I decide to get up and go pee, rinse off, take a shower, and so on. I’m living in my own world, slowly recalling what embarrassing things happened last night when suddenly I’m snapped out of my thoughts by a knock on the door.

Mom asks me how many dumplings I want (she made tomato sauce). I must say, at that moment I was just stroking it and suddenly heard her voice. I can’t explain why, but it just turned me on, so I slowly respond, “I’ll take five, mom, and if I may ask, I’d like a proper dessert too, I’m really craving something after last night,” all while still stroking it.

I must add, I’m answering in that tone where I don’t really care about anything, I’m just hungry and feed me whatever, just something, and this mood is immediately noticeable, maybe that’s why mom tuned into the same wavelength, sarcasm, I’d say?

Anyway, she immediately responds, “Five, huh? Well, I know you, I’ll just give you seven or you’ll complain again about how I’m saving for the next days.” I just reply, “Ok, and what about the dessert?!” Mom smiles, I hear her walking to the kitchen and she just adds, “Well, you’ll have to wait and see.”

So I’m thinking, ok, it’s gonna be some delicacy, I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but if I knew at that moment what kind of treat it would be, I’d probably collapse.

In any case, I finish the shower, dry off, and put on my boxers because no stress, I’m not planning to go anywhere today. I walk over to the table, not the dining table, but just to the computer. I open Facebook and wait for the feed. Normal stuff, just scrolling down until I come across pictures of a friend who’s obviously a big slut because who else would pose in a bra, right?

But it doesn’t bother me, on the contrary, I’m enjoying the view when suddenly my mom comes over and asks me what it is. So I reply, “Oh, just some slut who went to elementary school with me, pretty good, huh?” Like I’m joking, just a question to make mom laugh, and she just responds with something like, “Well, that’s for sure…”

To my great surprise, mom responds, “Well, she must be a good slut, she probably doesn’t lack for dicks,” and just smiles. At that moment, even though I was expecting any kind of witty response, not this one. I can’t explain why, but in some way, it turned me on like crazy.

This 38-year-old woman, my MOTHER, who’s now looking over my shoulder, her tits almost brushing me, spouting words like slut and dicks, and it’s turning me on like hell. I have to repeat myself, but again, I don’t know why, maybe it was the residual alcohol in my blood or what, but I just had the urge to respond even more vulgarly.

A few seconds pass and I’m thinking to myself: Ok, you want it, you slut? Fine! So I respond to that slut, “Yeah, yeah, she’s smoked a few, not to mention fucking, on the other hand, she’ll take it anywhere, other sluts could only envy that.”

As soon as I let those words out of my mouth, my mind immediately starts spinning, wondering if I went too far. It was something between terrible fear and incredible excitement, like forbidden fruit. My dick was pumping hard, but even though I think I went too far at that moment, I instinctively covered my standing dick with my hand, like I’m just leaning, you know.

As colorful as it was before, to my sadness, but maybe also luck at that moment, she just responded, “You can tell,” and went to serve dinner. So of course, this momentary excitement immediately left me, because what else to expect from mom, damn it, I’m not sick…but why was my dick hard?! You just want that pussy…

About 5-10 minutes later, it’s on the table, and I wolf it down in 3 minutes, unbelievable hunger, not to mention the liters of mineral water I drank, alcohol is evil. Anyway, I finish it and go back to Facebook and some links from friends, funny videos, etc.

Then I remember the promised dessert and I ask mom in a playful tone, “Like, dinner was great, but what about the dessert?!!” Mom is at the sink, washing the dishes from the whole day, as well as hers, since she just finished eating…mine is still on the way.

She just smiles again, like a slut who wants it, and just cheaply responds, “And what did I tell you when you were playing in the shower?” At that moment, I really focus and ask myself if she really just asked me that, if I was playing in the shower.

So I do a quick analysis in my head, what she could have meant, and I come to no other conclusion than that she knew I was stroking it there. Well, what was left for me when she asked like a total slut. I just had the mood and I’m thinking, whatever you want, and I respond the same way, “Well, what was I supposed to do, when you were just a few steps away.”

That slut just smiles cheaply again, like she owns half the local pub and has heard these lines a hundred times, it’s really keeping me awake, and she adds, “I understand.”

So I immediately stop paying attention to Facebook and YouTube and just blindly scroll, constantly replaying in my head what she just said. Does she really want it? Like, is she flirting here like a total cheap slut with her son? Like a total nympho who doesn’t care with whom or where, as long as someone gives it to her?

Well, the atmosphere is intense, I can’t find the words to describe it, you probably have to experience it yourself to understand…

At this point, all the fun is set aside, and normal flirting begins. I respond, “How do you understand? Like, I was jerking off in the shower when you were just a few steps away or??!!” If I thought until now that this was an interesting conversation, I was a fool because what followed was beyond all morality of normal behavior.

Mother and son. Total slut and a horny twenty-something. No inhibitions.

A moment of awkward silence ensues, mom just finishes the dishes, and when I finally turn to her, I see this incredibly sexy slut, definitely without panties, finishing the dishes, juice must be running down her thighs, and she just says nothing.

No, “this is too much” or “this is a bit too far.” It’s like she wants me to continue, to keep talking dirty, to treat her like a worthless whore!

The computer really stops being interesting, so I get up from the chair. I approach mom in the kitchen, stand next to her, and start drying the dishes. I want this slut close, in case she starts spouting those vulgar words again.

A few seconds pass, and mom says, “You’re so nice to help me like this even with your hangover.” I’m already out of my mind, I don’t care, and I add completely outrageously, “I’ll gladly do the dishes, but I’d much rather have you, I know you want me.”

At that moment, mom finishes the dishes, on one hand, she’s shocked like a pig, but on the other, she doesn’t add anything and just moves to the window, where she has a glass of red wine, takes a sip, and lights a cigarette.

I’ve dried about three plates and immediately move to her and say, “You’re not gonna say anything to that?” Mom just says she has nothing to say. So we both act like nothing happened, I pour myself some wine too, and we have a few cigarettes and glasses and talk about normal things.

Then mom goes to pee, and I’m at the window with a cigarette in one hand and wine in the other, deciding that I just want her. I want to do it to this slut.

Mom comes back from the bathroom, I sort it out in my head, and I tell myself that I really want to fuck her. So she comes back to the window, lights up, leans out normally, so she’s leaning on the windowsill with her elbows, and she’s kind of sticking her ass out.

I’m thinking, now or never! I’m also smoking, leaning out the window right next to her, and I put my right hand on her ass and start stroking it. Now it’s all or nothing…either it happens or not! That fucking slut let me do it! She didn’t say a word.

So we’re just standing there, leaning out the window, and I’m stroking her ass, like nothing’s happening.

So we finish smoking, and mom goes to sit on the couch and turns on Ocko, just music. I, of course, sit next to her. Totally spent just from what happened a moment ago…but that doesn’t change the fact that I want more.

I’m sitting there next to her, and with my right hand, I hug her…no problem. We watch some clips for a while when suddenly my left hand moves to her thigh. No problem, no reaction, so I’m stroking it there, and gradually and VERY slowly, I move higher.

I’m really on edge, now, if she just looked at it, I’d be flowing like Niagara. That slut knew how to play it, there wasn’t a single expression, a single reaction, the slightest hint that it was bothering her, but on the other hand, no sign that it was bothering her.

Gradually, I got to just a few centimeters away from her extremely horny pussy when suddenly she grabbed my hand, stood up, and just looked at me. I was sitting there like nailed, I had no idea what would happen now.

Whether she’d burst into tears, how I disappointed her, or whether she’d pull it out of my pants and start doing what she does best. So she just walked over to the computer table, sat down. Instead of putting her feet on the floor, she put them on the chair and slightly spread them.

Like, I want you, but convince me. I’m sitting on the couch, looking at her, she’s looking at me…at least two minutes of the most sinful, horny gaze. Then I speak up again, “I want to fuck you.”

Mom is obviously drunk, I can tell by her gaze, it takes her a moment to process it, and then she just replies, “Then show yourself.”

I immediately get up and approach her. She’s sitting in my chair, both hands on the armrests, and her legs slightly spread. I step up to her, I’m about 2 centimeters from her lips, and I say to her, “I want to FUCK you.”

Mom looks me straight in the eyes, I’d swear those legs spread a little more, and at that moment, I took my left hand, placed it behind her head, pulled that experienced slut to me, and started kissing her.

It wasn’t normal kissing. It was wild. We tangled our tongues like the biggest perverts in the world. Saliva was flowing everywhere, but we didn’t care. We were kissing furiously.

At that moment, she instinctively started pulling down my boxers, the only thing I was wearing, and there appeared my most aroused dick in my life. That slut immediately started stroking it with her hand, and I thought I’d explode, but at the same time, I didn’t want to rush it.

So I returned the favor, I pulled her tank top down from her shoulders, so her tits were visible, but her pussy was still covered. As soon as I saw them in front of me, I convinced myself in my head that this was really happening and that I had to enjoy it.

I started squeezing them, kissing them, biting them, saliva was flowing everywhere, and that slut was just moaning like a total whore. Experienced, I then continued lower with my fingers and got all the way to her pussy.

At the first stroke, she moaned, I’d swear the most in my life. As if this was the moment she’d been waiting for her whole life, the moment when her own son would fuck her…

I kept doing this to her for a while, then I stopped, the kissing stopped, and everything around, and just our gazes connected. She just says, “Do you really want to fuck your own mother?”

And I immediately respond, “I want to fuck you like no one before.” A lightning-fast response follows, “Then do it!”

I’m standing there with my dick in my hand, and with the head, I start stroking her juicy slit. I’m doing it on purpose, just waiting for her “come inside me” / “fuck me” / “do it to me” when suddenly she pleasantly surprises me by how quickly she picked up on my word and responds, “Then fuck me, you bastard.”