My mother became my wife

My first girlfriend was a pretty girl, although her body was rather childlike. At that time, her small breasts were a prominent feature, only becoming more interesting when her small, pink nipples hardened at the gentle touch of my fingertips or the sweet, warm moisture of my tongue. I spent some very pleasant moments with her.

From that moment on, like most men my age, I've had countless girlfriends—some more attractive than others, some heavier than others, some more sexy than others—but all possessing some allure that transforms a man into a wild beast yearning for female flesh. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

Anyway, the important one isn't your first girlfriend, but your last. And this last girlfriend I found is something truly special. It's worth clarifying that despite always dating women younger than me, my fantasies were filled with mature women. The experience that comes with maturity was always incentive enough to achieve perfect erections during my long masturbation sessions at home. The problem is that I was always very shy around them. I wasn't sure that a mature, sexy woman could be attracted to a skinny, 25-year-old man with no real expectations in life. I actually felt like a kind of Woody Allen in a world where most men, in my opinion, were Leonardo DiCaprio and most mature women were Sharon Stone. I felt incapable of satisfying a mature woman, full of experience, and I was afraid she would compare my sexual performance to her previous relationships.

All this was the case until one day, fortunately, what had to happen, happened. Everyone has their moment, and mine came accompanied by the woman I loved most in my entire life, the one I've dedicated the most masturbation sessions to.

Until a year ago, I was happily married to a 21-year-old woman named Maria. She wasn't a stunning woman, but her curves and passion in bed were definitely something to be reckoned with, not at all negligible. When I met her, she was only 17 and made love like a true professional. No one could resist her, and it seems she couldn't resist her coworker either, the one she ran off with a year ago. That's right, my wife left me for her coworker. That wouldn't be so bad if she had only left me, but the worst part is that she abandoned me and, at the same time, her two-year-old son. I haven't heard from her since that terrible day.

From that moment on, my mother began to visit my house more frequently, since I had to go to work every day and someone had to take care of the little boy. I can practically say that the boy found his new mother in his own grandmother. My mother is a 48-year-old woman with generous and well-proportioned curves. What always attracted me most to her figure were her exquisite breasts. When I was a child, I used to play with her underwear, and her bras were truly enormous. As the years passed and adolescence arrived, I began to masturbate while smelling her most intimate garments.

Every day around 8:30 in the morning, my mother would arrive and stay at my house until around 5:00 p.m., when I returned from work. She had no problem staying since, being a widow, she received a lifetime pension from the government and therefore didn't need any more work than what she did at home.

One afternoon in July, about six months ago, I was engrossed in a very special project that left me practically no time for anything else. It was a very stressful time; my wife's absence and abandonment had taken their toll on my mood and concentration. My body felt like a rock. I was a bundle of nerves and completely unprepared to start a new relationship with a woman. The only one who understood my situation and supported me constantly, as you can imagine, was my mother. Around 6 p.m., I called home.

"Hello," my mother answered from the other end of the line.

Hi Mom. It's me. I hope you don't mind, but I'm a little behind on work. You know how tough this project I'm involved in is. I was wondering if you could stay a couple more hours today. I think I'll be getting home around 9 pm. – I pleaded over the phone.

"Don't worry, son, don't rush, everything's under control here. Take as long as you need, I'll be waiting for you with a delicious hot meal," he replied.

Thanks, Mom, what would I do without you? – I answered and hung up.

That afternoon I continued working until nightfall. When I got home, just as my mother had promised, lunch was waiting for me. A delicious lentil stew that brought my body back to a comfortable temperature. The cold outside was intense, and the night promised to get even colder.

Thank you for everything you've done these past six months, Mom. I couldn't have raised the child without you by my side. – I said sincerely, sitting at the table next to her.

"You don't have to thank me for anything, that's what I'm here for, I'm your mother," she replied with a smile on her lips that made me love her more and more.

After dinner, we went to the child's room, where he had been fast asleep for over an hour. We approached his door slowly. With the utmost caution, we opened a crack, letting a sliver of light into the room and confirming that the child was sleeping like an angel. I hugged my mother from behind, taking her arms and kissing her neck. I thanked her again for all the work she did to provide for my life and our child's. Without saying a word, just offering a slight smile, she snuggled closer to me, her bottom brushing against my penis, which reacted almost immediately, more than vigorously. Automatically, overcome by the shame that gripped me at that moment, I pulled away. I didn't want her to notice my erection rubbing against her delicious bottom. She would surely think I was a complete freak if she realized what she did to me.

We closed the bedroom door and went back to the kitchen.

My mother went to the room where she had her coat and purse and was preparing to leave.

"What are you doing, Mom?" I asked, worried about the bad weather that night.

You can't go back home on this cold, cruel night. I'd rather you stay here with me, lest you catch pneumonia. Besides, there's no one in the world who needs you more than I do, and I need you here tonight. I don't know why I said those particular words, but they came out very naturally, and it seemed my mother accepted them immediately.

"Okay, if you insist I'll stay and keep you company," I replied.

Perfect, you can sleep in my room and I'll get the couch ready in the living room and I'll sleep there. – I said.

"Absolutely not, you can't sleep on the sofa in this cold. Your bed is a double and far too big for a woman alone. It's been ages since I slept with a man, and I'd like you to keep me company tonight. Like when you were five and you'd come running from your room, and the next morning your father and I would find you between us," my mother replied, reminiscing about the old days.

"But look, I'm not 5 years old anymore, I'm a grown man now, Mom," I said conspiratorially.

My mother just laughed and went into the room. I followed her and a moment later we were both by the bed.

"I need you to lend me one of those huge T-shirts you have, son, because I don't have a nightgown here," my mother said.

"I can lend you one of the ones Maria left behind when she left," I offered.

OK, lend me one. – I accept, my mother

Without hesitation, I lent her my wife's sexiest nightgown. It was a black silk nightgown, very low-cut, that would make any woman feel like a cat in heat. My mother went to the bathroom in the nightgown and soon returned to the room.

With me. When I saw her come in, I couldn't believe what the sight offered my eyes. My mother certainly knew how to wear a silk nightgown. Her large, round breasts were on full display like never before. I quickly noticed she wasn't wearing a bra under the nightgown, which made her enormous, and seemingly always hard, nipples quite noticeable, creating a small mound in the silk that any mountaineer, myself included, would love to climb. The nightgown barely concealed her panties, although as she walked, they were more than once visible to the fortunate spectator from behind.

Will it bother you if I sleep in boxers and a t-shirt, Mom? – I asked.

Sleep however you want, son, I've seen you in your boxers plenty of times. – My mother replied.

We quickly got into bed and covered ourselves up to our noses because of the cold.

"It's so cold. Come here, son, hug me from behind, I want to warm up," my mother ordered.

At that moment, I was more frozen by the situation than by the cold. How could I possibly hug her when just minutes before, the slightest touch of her bottom had caused an erection clearly recognizable to a woman of my mother's experience? On the other hand, it was the opportunity of a lifetime to have her all to myself, in my bed, and both of us practically half-naked.

I approached slowly from behind. My mother was lying on her side, her back to me, facing the wall. I slipped my arms under hers and took her hands. Just feeling her hands aroused me uncontrollably.

Come closer, son, I can't feel your body, trust me, I am your mother. – I implore.

I continued approaching, just as I'd been ordered, until my body made contact with my mother's. I followed the contours of her body, and now we were truly in contact. I could feel my mother's hot, thirsty ass against my penis, or at least that's what it felt like to me in that moment of sublime arousal. I thought her ass was begging for a good piece of meat, but was it really begging for my increasingly hard member, or was it just my imagination playing tricks on me?

"Mmm, now yes, son, it's good to feel a man's body again after so long," my mother said in a voice more sensual than ever.

And it's good to feel a real woman in my bed again – I replied

"Don't say that, son, you're going to make me blush. I'm certainly not the woman you'd want in your bed right now." – My mother continued as she played with my fingers and ran them over her slightly moistened lips.

"I can't think of a sexier woman, or one I want in my bed more right now, than you," I replied without really thinking about what I was saying. Maybe if I had thought about it, I wouldn't have dared to say it.

Is that true? Do you think I'm sexy? Do you like me that much? – My mother asked. Of course, after that question from my mother, I think everything was crystal clear. She had clear intentions towards me and had already noticed my erection slowly creeping up her ass.

"Do I like you? I think you already know the answer from what you're feeling behind your back, don't you think?" I replied as I pressed my member harder against her little ass.

Yes, I've noticed it, it's impossible not to notice, I also noticed it when we were at the door of the child's room. And to be honest, knowing that I'm causing this in my own son really turned me on. – My mother continued as she moistened my fingers in her mouth.

After saying these words, she slowly began to lower the strap of her nightgown, completely exposing one of her enormous breasts. Now I could clearly see my mother's magnificent nipple. It was dark and perfectly round. It was as erect as my penis was at that moment, and I won't lie, those nipples, erect as they were, must have been at least 3 cm long. I took my hand and began to trace the outline of her nipple with my finger, moistened by her saliva. I circled it again and again while I could hear small gasps coming from deep within her.

We continued like this for a while until my mother, with her free hand, lifted her nightgown, revealing her…

We continued like this for a while until my mother, with her free hand, lifted her nightgown, revealing her...

I dignified my ass. At the same time as I did this, I grabbed my boxers and pulled them down in one swift motion.

"Take it out now, son, I want to feel the heat of your member in my ass." My mother ordered as she placed my hand on one of her enormous breasts and guided it to become hotter and hotter with my caresses.

I managed to pull off my boxers and tossed them away from the bed. Instantly, my member sprang up as if on a spring and became erect, ready to battle my mother's ass, which was growing more and more thirsty for pleasure. Without her asking, I did the same with her panties. Of course, my mother didn't resist in the slightest and let me undress her neatly shaved vagina.

We were both already without our underwear. My mother started rubbing her ass against my increasingly hard penis while I continued to squeeze and caress her beautiful breasts. She seemed like a real expert the way she pressed her ass against my member, moving it up and down, and slowly began to masturbate me with those movements.

After a few minutes of pure excitement and pleasure, my mother knelt on the bed and yanked off her nightgown far away from where we were. Suddenly, I found her completely naked and aroused next to me, in my own bed. Her enormous breasts hung heavily before my eyes, and her hard nipples pointed menacingly at me.

What do you think, son? Do you like what you see? Tell me, am I still turning you on now that you see me naked and wet for you? – My mother said lasciviously.

"Are you turning me on? Look at my penis, mother, it's about to explode, it just needs a few caresses from you and you'll make me cum like no one has ever made me cum before," I replied as best I could amidst so much excitement.

Mmm, my love, this one is so hard, what a beautiful cock you have, much better than when you were 5 years old. – My mother replied while caressing my member with her fingertips.

At that moment, without further ado, she lunged for my member, eager to be sucked by a mature woman of her caliber. Upon reaching my already rock-hard penis, she began to give little pecks with her fleshy lips to the head, while her hand squeezed the base of my member. Wow, what pleasure I felt! With none of my previous girlfriends or partners had I ever felt the pleasure I was feeling at that moment with the most wonderful mature woman a man could imagine. She was a true expert at giving head; it seemed as if she had been doing it for years, and she probably had.

A few minutes of irresistible pleasure passed until my mother momentarily abandoned her task to move down my body, kissing and nibbling at my breasts and nipples, which only intensified my arousal. When she reached my mouth, she paused for a moment and began to gently lick my lips. Their moisture and sweetness made my heart race. Once she had thoroughly moistened my lips with her saliva, she began kissing me, her tongue exploring my mouth. She found mine, and together they melted into a deep, pleasurable kiss. It seemed as if our tongues had known each other forever, complementing one another and becoming one.

As we kissed passionately, I began to pinch her nipples, which by this point were rock hard. She lowered her hand, took my penis, and guided it to the entrance of her vagina, already soaked with her delicious juices. Such heat emanated from that vagina. I felt her arousal and the throbbing of her vaginal lips on the head of my penis. Suddenly, with a single thrust, I penetrated my mother until my balls pressed against her buttocks. Lying on my back, I felt my mother riding me, and just hearing the moans my hard member provoked in her gave me an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate and fill her with my seed.

I want to feel your milk, I want to be filled with your hot semen, son. I want to finish you off and have our bodies become one. I want your manly member inside me for the rest of my life. How could I not have taken advantage of you all these years? I can't believe you were with that frigid whore Maria, when you had a hot, man-hungry woman like me at your disposal. – My mother said, delirious with pleasure.

A few moments after those words, as was inevitable, I ejaculated an amount of semen I had never seen before into her hot, wet, and deep vagina. No woman had ever made me ejaculate like that in my life, and none ever will again. My mother...

Feeling my milk coming out and hitting her inside like whips, she couldn't hold back any longer and between screams of pleasure and madness she came on my still rigid penis, ready to keep fighting.

By this point, of course, we no longer felt cold. After we finished like never before, my mother lay down beside me, and hugging me, said:

I never liked that Maria for you, and her actions have already shown she's a real bitch. The only woman suitable for you is me. I'm the wife you need to raise your child, and I'm the woman you need to satisfy your lust. From now on, I'm moving into your house and sleeping in this bed next to you night after night. We'll raise your child as our own, and he'll start calling me Mom, never knowing I'm actually his grandmother. From now on, we're husband and wife. You won't call me Mom in public anymore; you'll call me love, my darling, or whatever you like, and you'll only call me Mom when we're in bed and you're thrusting deep inside me.

Very well, so be it. – I replied.

And we fell asleep naked in our bed, embracing each other, giving each other the caresses we always wanted to give each other and only now were able to do so.

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