My name is Andrey. At the time when I am writing this story about us, I am 22. I am a little taller than my average height, thin, fair-haired. Mom 44, name is Alena. Mom of medium height. Not thin, not fat, slim blonde with a beautiful for my taste figure, slim legs and breasts 4 sizes. Since the summer of 2017, our relationship with my mother moved to a new level, namely to the level of sex. Although it cannot be called just sex, because it is very difficult to convey all emotions - both our passion and our love, mutual understanding, our beautiful happy days and equally beautiful passionate nights. Have we thought before that everything goes with us? Yes, it is possible. We often talked to my mother after that first night, trying to understand how we got there. They did not talk because they regretted it - not at all, they just analyzed it. Most likely, both I and she wanted it before, only suppressed these thoughts in themselves. And although I used to like mom as a woman before, I couldn’t imagine myself lying on her, kissing her lips passionately, caressing her body, breasts, thighs, feeling how she pushed them apart and clasps them with me, and I plunge in her ... I liked Mom as a mom, but as a woman more aesthetically than sexually. I want to say that I didn’t have any particular problems with the girls, and before mom I had sex with my contemporaries, so I had someone to say “relieve tension”. However, as I said, our relationship with my mother is a completely different level of sex and relationships. Since we don’t want to risk in the world around us, revealing our secrets to someone, fearing to stumble upon condemnation, misunderstanding, gossip, we have to hide our relationship, no matter how happy we can feel our sharing with someone and just talk. What an emotional way out for us is internet communication. Having decided to start here with a story about our first sex with my mother, my mother and I also decided to conduct something like an electronic diary, sharing not only the details of our sex, but also our feelings and impressions.

My mother and I have been living together for three years already. I will not and do not want to go into details of why we live together. My mother, as I said, in her 44 (more precisely, at the time of our first sex, she was 43) looks very good, young, watching herself, looking at the figure, so I often noticed and noticed on the street and in transport men peeking at her.

It was Saturday, August evening of 2017. I sat on the couch. Switching the TV channels in succession with the remote control, trying to find something interesting, when my mother needed to get something from the upper shelf of the sideboard and, putting a chair close to the sideboard, she climbed onto it. I am sure that most women would not limit themselves in such a situation to taking just what they need - once they climbed onto the rooftop, it is necessary to wipe the dust where it is usually not so often wiped. So mom called me so that I brought her a rag to wipe the dust. As it turned out later - this was to our common happiness. When I returned with a rag, standing next to the chair on which my mother stood, I could not help but stare at my mother's slender, tanned legs. Mom was in a light dressing-gown, the floors of which did not reach her knees a bit, and in the front in the section between the edges of the dressing-gown her thigh was much higher, and I admired the view. However, this did not last long. Mom was about to get down from the chair, stretching out her hand to me to lean on mine. I gave my mother a hand, and then my mother's leg slipped off the chair and my mother literally falls into my arms. Automatically and with my hands I catch her and she clings to me - and during we stand huddled and embracing, face to face, I feel her quickened breathing ..

- I almost fell! - With a smile and at the same time, my mother said with excitement and smacked me on the cheek. - Well, that picked up.

With one hand, I still squeeze her palm, and with the other hand I hug my mother by the waist by the waist. I feel her body pressed against me, I feel her breasts, I stroke my mother’s hand on my back and waist and kiss her cheek. The kiss came as if casually lips, my lips touched the very edge of her lips. I could not resist and touch the lips of my mother's lips. Mom did not recoil, did not push away, but her lips did not respond to the kiss and did not move. Emboldened, I kissed my mother again on the lips, this time pressing my lips more tightly and it seemed to me that her lips moved towards me.

- All right, let go! - Mom said, nevertheless without making attempts to somehow move away from me, and her fingers squeezed my hand. I do not know how to explain this, but at that moment I felt that she wanted me to kiss her again, and when I did this, her lips moved towards me and slightly parted. I could not tear myself away from those lips and with the tip of the tongue penetrated between them, feeling at that moment how the tip of my tongue met the tip of my mother's tongue. And now we are kissing passionately, first carefully, then deeper, already her tongue plays in my mouth. My hand slipped on her back, lower back, hugged for her ass, with the second hand I hugged my mother by the neck. And in response, she hugged me and hugged me.

- What are we doing? - mom groaned when I started kissing her neck. - No, wait. Enough

- Do not you like it? - I asked, looking at her flushed face.

Mom did not answer, but her hands only held me tightly to her body. I hugged her, I pulled my mother to the couch, but a couple of books and a stack of ironed clothes were scattered on the couch and we went to my mother's bedroom, adjacent to the living room. Mom did not resist when we sat on the edge of the bed and I started kissing her again. Gradually, her kisses in response became more passionate. When I laid her on the bed and lay on top of my mother hugged me with her hands and one of her legs wrapped around me. The member under the shorts I already had a stake and she could not help but feel it. One of my palm strokes her thigh and the other opens the edges of the robe on her chest. I start kissing her neck and breasts, pulling off the edges of her bra and expose her breasts, lean my lips to her nipple, run my tongue along her protruding nipple and press my lips. Mom moans. As a member through the fabric of shorts, I rub on her thigh, untie the belt of her robe. Mom lies beneath me in an open robe, in a pink bra with one naked breast and pink panties. Kneeling above her on the bed, I pull off my shirt. Mom lies with her eyes closed and slightly turning her head to the side, but her palm lightly touches my shorts where my dick sticks out under them. I again go to my mother and we continue to kiss passionately. Mom moans and she helps me completely remove her dressing gown and turns on its side so that I can unzip the fastener of her bra. I myself have already undressed, throwing off the shorts remaining on me and rubbing and rubbing with a member with the head already wet on her thigh. My hand slides over her thigh to the crotch, touches her through the fabric of her panties, pushes the strip aside and here my fingers touch my mother's pussy, already wet from desire. When my mother slightly bent her legs and, putting her heels on the bed, raised her pelvis, I understood everything and my hands began to pull off her pants. The kind of smoothly shaved slightly opened mother's cunt was almost driving me crazy. I wanted to come in and have her as I had never happened to girls before her.

I lay down on my mother, and whispered kissing on the lips.

- Mom, I want you.

Mom did not answer, but her hand touched my dick and her hips opened themselves, hugging me. When my dick entered her mother's vagina, she moaned and I felt her pussy wrapping my dick, squeezing it in myself and throbbing. I started to fuck my mom, and she moaned and frantically pressed me to her. Feeling forbidden and dear, the realization that not only I feel good but my mother also enjoys it indescribably. I finished pretty quickly, pouring into my mother. When mom felt that I was ending, she pressed me to her even more with one hand and put her other hand between our bodies, touching her crotch with her fingers, the clitoris and finished soon after me, while my falling member was still in it. For some time we lay in our arms, not saying a word to each other, just lazily stroking our bodies and kissing each other now in the palm, now in the shoulder, on the lips, then on the cheek. Kissing gently, gently, lazily and contentedly. Then they fell asleep but not for long. It seemed to me that in a dream I continued to kiss my mother. Although it was not a dream at all, but a nap, when half asleep and half awake. Excitement flooded back. I wanted my mom's body again, wanted to fuck her, hear her moans, feel her. That night we fucked a few times, forgetting about everything and enjoying the passion. A lot of things were said later in the morning, but about this and also about other details of our sex next time.

Although the story was written only on my behalf, but we wrote together with my mother. Andrey and Alyona.
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