1. mom and I -1


    Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: stif266, Rating: 82, Source: xHamster

    Every boy has at some moment of his youth dreamed about his mother. It might be simple curiosity about women's bodies or a stronger physical attraction to her alone. Only a very few have the opportunity to make these dreams a reality. I was one of the lucky few and this is my true story. I was eighteen years old when my story begins, the youngest of three c***dren. My s****r was twenty two and at college whilst my b*****r and I, due to health problems during c***dhood, still had another year of high school. When I was sixteen our parents had decided on an amicable divorce to give them a chance to start a new life. Mom was forty-one years old at the time and daddy almost fifty. They both had careers: daddy was an engineer and mom a successful attorney. My b*****r was at college in another city and my s****r had married a hotel manager and was living in Hawaii. I stayed living with mom in a very nice apartment in mid-town, close to mom's office. Mom and I always had a very close relationship mostly due to her nursing me during my illnesses and this relationship became even closer after the divorce. She took on the role of both parents, guiding me through that most difficult time in a boy's life, adolescence. Mom's main concerns were d**gs and homosexuality, the latter after there was a scandal at school involving a boy who had had passive sexual relationships with a great number of male students. Mom was clearly relived when I assured her truthfully that I had had no ...
    involvement with the boy. I had my first sexual experience with a girl when I was s*******n. She was one year older and a real expert on the subject, introducing me to the pleasures of both oral and anal sex. When I told mother about it she just recommended being careful to avoid an unwanted pregnancy. Despite her otherwise liberal views on sex, mother was very conservative when it came to what she wore at home. Until the time I am writing of I had never had seen mom naked or even in her underwear. At home she usually wore jeans or, in the summer, a light cotton dress. At night, after coming back from work she would have a shower and put on a demure nightgown to watch TV. We would often work together at home in her small office until late at night, she on her business and myself doing homework. One Friday I came home from seeing my friends and when I opened the door I saw mom seated on the sofa. She was motionless, looking into the darkness, only a lamp illuminating the living room. I could immediately tell there was something wrong. Unlike her normal habit, she hadn't changed out of her work dress of a dark skirt and white blouse, which she wore beneath a blazer, and on the coffee table there was a half empty bottle of vodka, an ice bucket and her pantyhose. &#034What's going on?&#034 I asked, approaching her. &#034Nothing,&#034 she whispered after a while. Her eyelids were reddish revealing that she had been crying. &#034Are you ill?&#034 I asked, hoping it wasn't serious. &#034No, ...
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