Robert:
It started innocuously as many of these things do. I had just returned from a hard cycle ride and was taking a shower when I heard my mother shouting for help, swiftly tying a towel around me I ran into the kitchen to find her desperately holding on to a large pan of soup which was on the verge of falling off the cooker. I quickly grabbed the handle of the pan and managed to right it back on the stove.
"Thank you sweetheart" my mother said and then paused, she was looking at my naked body as the towel had slipped off during the rescue. She coloured a little but didn't take her eyes away. "You've grown" she said a little huskily. By then, I was bright red and swept up the towel to restore my modesty. My mother smiled, "It's not as if I haven't seen it before". Still colouring I retreated back to the bathroom endeavoring as I did to hide the erection which was rapidly developing. The truth of it was that I ached for my mother's body, whilst not being other than that of a normal woman in her late thirties, it still had curves in all the right places albeit, with a little surplus fat. Whenever I masturbated, it was her body that I stroked, licked and at climax, entered.
Claire:
The incident in the kitchen unsettled me. My husband is a serial adulterer and it was some time since he had come near me and indeed, I no longer wished him to do so, as I forcefully pointed out to him, I didn't want to be infected by one of his "tarts". His response was to laugh mockingly and tell me there was little danger of that happening and if I didn't want him, there were plenty who did. I would have left him years ago were it not for the children, my son and young daughter on whom I doted. However, the sight of that young slim body with his heavily muscled thighs, broad shoulders and "six pack" not to mention his beautiful uncircumcised penis which compared most favorably with that of his father, had disturbed me awakening emotions latent for so long. Even given thought to those emotions brought a blush to my face and a wetness between my legs and even as I chastised myself for the thoughts which whirled in my brain I couldn't lose them.
Robert: It had been some days since the "accident" I had been on a hard training run, it was hot, the route had been hilly and I was soaked in perspiration.The front door at home was locked which was a little unusual and I rang the bell.
"Sorry sweetheart" said my mother as she opened the door, "I felt a little tired and your sister is with your aunt Margaret for the day and I have been having a nap, goodness, you're lathered, tough day ?"
"Yes" I replied, "I badly need a shower" I secured my bike and entered, my mother was standing in front of the kitchen window wearing a dress which I had always liked and was inevitably, the dress of my fantasies. It was a simple black sleeveless cotton dress which showed off her figure even though she didn't like it saying it emphasised all her lumps and bumps. I could see little tears of perspiration running down her armpits and the edge of her bra discoloured by the same sweat. Her breasts always looked full and heavy in that dress whilst it stretched across her backside and at the front strained over her little pot belly. I stood behind her smelling the sweat and the musky odour which was her own and which I loved. My erection was instant and huge. As she turned away from the window she backed in to my erection.
It started innocuously as many of these things do. I had just returned from a hard cycle ride and was taking a shower when I heard my mother shouting for help, swiftly tying a towel around me I ran into the kitchen to find her desperately holding on to a large pan of soup which was on the verge of falling off the cooker. I quickly grabbed the handle of the pan and managed to right it back on the stove.
"Thank you sweetheart" my mother said and then paused, she was looking at my naked body as the towel had slipped off during the rescue. She coloured a little but didn't take her eyes away. "You've grown" she said a little huskily. By then, I was bright red and swept up the towel to restore my modesty. My mother smiled, "It's not as if I haven't seen it before". Still colouring I retreated back to the bathroom endeavoring as I did to hide the erection which was rapidly developing. The truth of it was that I ached for my mother's body, whilst not being other than that of a normal woman in her late thirties, it still had curves in all the right places albeit, with a little surplus fat. Whenever I masturbated, it was her body that I stroked, licked and at climax, entered.
Claire:
The incident in the kitchen unsettled me. My husband is a serial adulterer and it was some time since he had come near me and indeed, I no longer wished him to do so, as I forcefully pointed out to him, I didn't want to be infected by one of his "tarts". His response was to laugh mockingly and tell me there was little danger of that happening and if I didn't want him, there were plenty who did. I would have left him years ago were it not for the children, my son and young daughter on whom I doted. However, the sight of that young slim body with his heavily muscled thighs, broad shoulders and "six pack" not to mention his beautiful uncircumcised penis which compared most favorably with that of his father, had disturbed me awakening emotions latent for so long. Even given thought to those emotions brought a blush to my face and a wetness between my legs and even as I chastised myself for the thoughts which whirled in my brain I couldn't lose them.
Robert: It had been some days since the "accident" I had been on a hard training run, it was hot, the route had been hilly and I was soaked in perspiration.The front door at home was locked which was a little unusual and I rang the bell.
"Sorry sweetheart" said my mother as she opened the door, "I felt a little tired and your sister is with your aunt Margaret for the day and I have been having a nap, goodness, you're lathered, tough day ?"
"Yes" I replied, "I badly need a shower" I secured my bike and entered, my mother was standing in front of the kitchen window wearing a dress which I had always liked and was inevitably, the dress of my fantasies. It was a simple black sleeveless cotton dress which showed off her figure even though she didn't like it saying it emphasised all her lumps and bumps. I could see little tears of perspiration running down her armpits and the edge of her bra discoloured by the same sweat. Her breasts always looked full and heavy in that dress whilst it stretched across her backside and at the front strained over her little pot belly. I stood behind her smelling the sweat and the musky odour which was her own and which I loved. My erection was instant and huge. As she turned away from the window she backed in to my erection.
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She stopped; and for seconds which seemed like minutes, pressed against me. The power of my lust was so strong that I thought I was going to ejaculate there and then. Then she turned and looked at me, her face unsmiling but with colour and she was breathing heavily, her lovely full lipped mouth was slightly open and before I could realise what I was doing, I kissed her.
She reacted immediately, pushing me away, saying "what are you doing?". Totally confused I mumbled an apology and turned away. "Wait!" she said and as I turned back towards her she clutched the back of my neck and crushed her mouth against mine. We kissed for several minutes with all the time her stomach pressed against my erection which was by now enormous. Not knowing what to do next I reached down whilst still kissing her and lifted her dress up to her waist. I found the front of her knickers which were soaking wet and slipping my finger underneath the elastic inserted my finger in to her wet hairy cunt. I could hear her moans and she was biting my lip, dropping to my knees I lowered her knickers and helped her step out of them. Still, neither of us had spoken. I thrust my face in to her cunt and could now hear her saying, "No,No, No" but not stopping me or moving away. She opened her legs wider and I opened her labia lips finding the wet softness beneath, sucking at her I found her clitoris and began to lick it, her moans increased and I could feel her hips bucking against my face. "Oh God, Oh God" she moaned "Don't stop now" she shuddered for a full five seconds and then said "Hold me, I think I'm going to faint"
I stood up pressing against her as she devoured my mouth. She pulled at my shorts releasing my erection which was on the verge of exploding, she gently squeezed my penis as I gasped "I'm sorry" ejaculating over her hands and dress.
We separated, a small smile on her face as she said "What would anyone say if they saw us now" I looked at her dress and at the semen staining it, her knickers lying on the floor and my shorts at half mast and smiled also. The smell of the semen, her body odours, the sweat from us both had a immediate stimulating effect and my penis responded returning to it's cast iron hardness.
My mother's face changed and a dreamy look came over her, she got hold of my penis and lead me to a kitchen chair, she hitched up her dress and after pushing me down on to the seat, lowered herself on to my rigid member gasping with pleasure as she did so. My penis entered her wet warm cavity and I felt it grip as she engulfed me. I unzipped the back of her dress and she lifted it over her head, reaching round I loosened the bra strap and her large heavy breasts were released, I clamped my mouth on to her nipple and gently tongued it and licked the sweat away from her armpits. By now she was riding me and I could tell from the increasing speed of her movements that she was nearing orgasm as was I, I kissed her with my mouth open and our tongues intertwined as our joint orgasm erupted and I sent my hot semen deep into her. Our mouths remained glued together until we recovered.
Claire:
I don't know how it happened but I do know that whilst my first orgasm from my son's tongue was one of pure lust, that the second was with an aching sadness of such beauty and intensity that had I died at that moment I would have been happy. His smell, his penis enveloped me and my mind was in pieces of love, guilt and desire.
She reacted immediately, pushing me away, saying "what are you doing?". Totally confused I mumbled an apology and turned away. "Wait!" she said and as I turned back towards her she clutched the back of my neck and crushed her mouth against mine. We kissed for several minutes with all the time her stomach pressed against my erection which was by now enormous. Not knowing what to do next I reached down whilst still kissing her and lifted her dress up to her waist. I found the front of her knickers which were soaking wet and slipping my finger underneath the elastic inserted my finger in to her wet hairy cunt. I could hear her moans and she was biting my lip, dropping to my knees I lowered her knickers and helped her step out of them. Still, neither of us had spoken. I thrust my face in to her cunt and could now hear her saying, "No,No, No" but not stopping me or moving away. She opened her legs wider and I opened her labia lips finding the wet softness beneath, sucking at her I found her clitoris and began to lick it, her moans increased and I could feel her hips bucking against my face. "Oh God, Oh God" she moaned "Don't stop now" she shuddered for a full five seconds and then said "Hold me, I think I'm going to faint"
I stood up pressing against her as she devoured my mouth. She pulled at my shorts releasing my erection which was on the verge of exploding, she gently squeezed my penis as I gasped "I'm sorry" ejaculating over her hands and dress.
We separated, a small smile on her face as she said "What would anyone say if they saw us now" I looked at her dress and at the semen staining it, her knickers lying on the floor and my shorts at half mast and smiled also. The smell of the semen, her body odours, the sweat from us both had a immediate stimulating effect and my penis responded returning to it's cast iron hardness.
My mother's face changed and a dreamy look came over her, she got hold of my penis and lead me to a kitchen chair, she hitched up her dress and after pushing me down on to the seat, lowered herself on to my rigid member gasping with pleasure as she did so. My penis entered her wet warm cavity and I felt it grip as she engulfed me. I unzipped the back of her dress and she lifted it over her head, reaching round I loosened the bra strap and her large heavy breasts were released, I clamped my mouth on to her nipple and gently tongued it and licked the sweat away from her armpits. By now she was riding me and I could tell from the increasing speed of her movements that she was nearing orgasm as was I, I kissed her with my mouth open and our tongues intertwined as our joint orgasm erupted and I sent my hot semen deep into her. Our mouths remained glued together until we recovered.
Claire:
I don't know how it happened but I do know that whilst my first orgasm from my son's tongue was one of pure lust, that the second was with an aching sadness of such beauty and intensity that had I died at that moment I would have been happy. His smell, his penis enveloped me and my mind was in pieces of love, guilt and desire.
