I am sure that almost all boys, from the moment when they first had a stand, dreamed of their mothers as women. In their fantasies, they fucked mothers in all poses. Over time, many switched to other women when they had regular sex on the side. But even in their memories, traces of those dreams remained, only they acquired the form of disembodied love — these sons and mothers are happy. Others continued to dream hard about sex with mom. There are probably two main reasons: either they could not successfully find the girls on the side, or they had a very strong attachment to their mothers.
In both cases, they became unhappy both in sex and in life, if this problem was not solved positively for them. This is where it all depends on us - mothers. Be attentive to your boys, from the moment you realize that their blood begins to seethe in their veins and burn with desires for manhood. Try to see in them the power of interest in you as a woman. But most importantly, by this time you yourself must decide for yourself: can I have sexual intercourse with my boy, if suddenly what? It is better that there are no “suddenly”, you should be ready, and your decisions have already been made. If you are absolutely not ready to get in touch with him, then gently and imperceptibly help him find a solution on the side (after all, you do have women friends you know). But if you feel that you could go for it, then pay as much attention to your son as possible, try to emphasize that you also see a man in him. Do not force events, but do not bring the situation to the extreme, when your poor boy will be forced to rape you. In general, show feminine wisdom. I couldn’t show it in my time, but thank God, everything ended well. However, why it is over - and now everything goes perfectly with us.
Here is my story. My name is Antonina. When all this happened, I was 38 years old, my son, Maxim, seventeen. We have been living in a house without a man for several years, I divorced my husband because he began to walk a lot on the side and absolutely did not have sex with me. I was not so offended, but how much can ... But the story is not about that.
Probably because of the long lack of good sex, I began to erase. You know, as they say: there is no meaner unhappiness. Naturally, I basically took out my anger on my son. He began to respond with rudeness. That's how they lived. I didn’t have even in my thoughts at that time, to look at Maksimka as an emerging man who could have a sexual interest in me. For me, he was still the same child, who simply must fulfill all my requirements. I did not even notice that he was watching me when I was naked, found my underwear and kissed him. I learned all this later from him - my poor boy, how I tortured you then, forgive me ...
Once on a weekend, I made an agreement with my friend, who taught at the university, to phone and talk about Maxim's income. We agreed at eight in the evening.
Max, I strictly ordered to be at this time at home. He, as always, grunted something in reply and ran off for a walk. There was a summer heat outside.
It was stuffy in the apartment, it was useless to open the windows - it was only getting even hotter. I took a cold shower and, throwing a robe over my naked body, sat on the sofa in the hall and watched some kind of mura on TV. My attention could not focus on the telecast, because the time was already close to half past eight, and Max was not there. I was already starting to wind up. "Well, I think, just appear stupid!".
... The lock on the front door creaked. "The asshole has come, wait a minute!" A glance at the clock: nine. I stood in the middle of the hall, pulled down my robe, holding it under my armpit (there was no belt). She took a fighting posture and waited for him to enter.
- Where have you been, look at the time! - I shouted to Max.
- Do not yell! He answered rudely.
- How not to yell? - I continued to wind up - they told you, as a person, to be home at eight. Now how much?
- All the same, do not yell - Maxim answered again - that now to shoot yourself? Well, think late.
- Wow, think about it. I agreed with the man, he was waiting for our call, and he "think." You are shameless! You sucks! You ... - I did not have enough words to express my indignation.
- And you would not go! - he sharply answered me.
- What?! - I literally screamed - I will show you which of us and where to go!
Forgetting about the bathrobe, I threw myself at him with my hand raised. The gown opened wide and I appeared before my son in all my beauty. He was taken aback first. I realized that I had done something stupid and quickly lowered my hand, I wanted to smell a bathrobe. But the reaction of the young guy turned out to be faster: he suddenly sharply and strongly grabbed my waist and strongly nestled against me absolutely immobilized.
“Come on now,” I squeezed out with difficulty, because strong youthful hands tightly gripped my body, and even made my breathing difficult. - Let go, to whom she said!
- Well, no, - said Max - now I will get from you what I have long wanted.
- What does this mean long wanted? Let go said!
All this happened literally in seconds. Max had time to navigate and walked to the couch carrying me in my arms.
- What are you up to, brat! Stop immediately! - I hissed evil.
At this moment we tumbled across the couch. My head rested against the back (good soft corner, but it would hurt). When I fell, my legs spread to the sides and Max was right between them.
- Stop, I ask you, well, stop - no longer screaming, but I asked - stop, son, do not do it!
- Better not to resist - Max said out of breath - I still fucking you, you will not resist, it will be easier.
I was shocked by these words and at the time lost speech and the ability to resist. He felt it and leaned on me even more, lifting my legs up. I was in a pose about which they say: legs above the head. Max body and one hand held me in this position. With his free hand, he began to take off his sweatpants immediately with his underpants.
I tried to escape while he was taking off his clothes (there was nothing to take off of me, I was so naked). But Maxim kept me very tight. It was the first time when I thought about him: “Here is a healthy man.” Another moment and Max was already naked in the lower body. His cock was like a good stick and stood like a hammer handle. "Everything - I thought to myself - I fucked you, Tonya."
- Son, I ask you not to - I begged - do not do this, because this is not good.
Max was silent. Then quickly let go of one leg and when she sank down again deftly nestled between my legs.
- Oh my God, what is it! - I continued to moan - for what this punishment to me!
Maxim continued to do everything in silence, and only rapid breathing spoke of his excitement. With one hand, he firmly grasped both my hands by the wrists, and the second began to aim his dick at my crack. At that moment I realized that now they would fuck me for sure, even no doubt. But I continued to resist by inertia. In my head, the thought throbbed wildly: now your own son is fucking you. At that time it did not fit in my brain and gave me the strength to continue the fight. But unfortunately (or rather fortunately), the forces were unequal and I felt how Max’s head rested on my pussy.
- Do not dare a scoundrel! - I screamed - remove your dick now!
Max apparently was not afraid that neighbors might come running to shout. They have long been accustomed to the fact that in our house scandals and loud swearing are in the order of things.
I felt the pressure on my crack begin to increase. I tried to escape, but immediately stopped these attempts, because I quickly understood that this only facilitates penetration, the head had already begun to enter. There was a weak hope to persuade him, but apparently very weak, because Max continued to press hard with his dick, trying to go deeper.
- Maximushka, please do not, - I literally begged, realizing that I had less and less time - do not do this, stop!
Obviously, these were my last words to stop this process.
Lack of sex for a long time and lubrication in my cave made penetration very difficult, and it hurt me. In addition, the member of my son turned out to be bigger, even than his dissolute father. Max apparently also felt that I gave up and now began to make oscillatory movements with my pelvis, and not just stupidly push forward. And his cock began to penetrate inside me. A centimeter by centimeter he plunged deeper. It was certainly painful, but I understood that this was a temporary inconvenience, I just needed to suffer a little. While everything was happening in silence and only our rapid breathing with him spoke of the tension of the situation.
A member of Max plunged completely and rested in the uterus.
Mmmm - I whined - it hurts!
Maxim stopped for a while, apparently thinking - to take it out or not to take it out, but what if I broke out. My pussy during this time began to adapt to the size of his rather big member. Desire took its toll and Max began to make frictions, taking out a member only half (but for my long time ago I did not see strong male fuck cracks, at that moment it was more than enough). Nature took its toll, I began to allocate lubricant, which further facilitated the task of Max. His movements became more sweeping and deep. He resolutely picked up the pace. Involuntarily, I began podmahivat him. “Lord, I thought, you are fucked by my own son. But how, fuck your mother, all the same it is nice. Yes Tonya, you're a complete fucking. ” Such thoughts rushed in my head, while the body more and more itself was drawn into the process of fucking. My movements, towards the jolts of Max, have become more complete. My breathing became even more frequent and I began to moan with pleasure.
- Oh my son, well, as I feel good - I mixed in motions with moans - still my dear!
He, encouraged by such words, worked with his pelvis in full, driving his friend to full depth. His movements became faster and faster, but already losing the same rhythm. I understood that he would finish soon.
- Darling just not in me - I quickly whispered - there can not be there today. Better on the stomach.
Maxim stopped and said:
- There is no native to the mouth (by the way it was the first time in my life when he called me dear).
I realized that there is no time to argue and silently nod my head. At one time I knew how to make great blow job, my ex-husband always loved them and often used his right. Max took out his penis and quickly knelt beside my head. He jerked off several times and put his mouth into my mouth that was already open for reception. Sperm literally immediately began to pour into me. I barely had time to swallow. The sperm of a young guy, and even his own son, seemed to me the most delicious of all that I once tried. With great pleasure I swallowed and swallowed, apparently his desires were accumulating for a long time. He stood with his head thrown back, eyes closed, and moaning softly from pleasure.
A few drops and he collapsed on the sofa ...
Of course, I didn’t have time to catch an orgasm, I lost too much time to resist, and the first stick is usually quick with young guys. My chink just started to get a taste. “My God - I thought - what a happiness, because we have plenty of time with him, ebis whenever you want” And then she added to herself: “Yes Tonya, you really are a damn fucking. Although, however, why - I continued the mental conversation with myself - what is wrong with doing something pleasant for my son. Spit on all these conventions, they came up with the hypocrites. Nature is stronger than conventions. Besides, now I really love my boy with absolutely boundless love. ” I looked at him: he was lying very close, so that his head touched my shoulder. Feeling my eyes, he opened his eyes and I saw in them a feeling of deep satisfaction and gratitude. "That's just for the sake of one such look, once again do not care about conventions," I thought, and said aloud:
- Do you like a favorite?
- I am very happy mom and love you very much.
- My boy, and I love you too much.
He closed his eyes and reached for me with a kiss. I also closed my eyes and met his lips with the most gentle touch. Then she thought: “Probably he doesn’t know how to kiss, who could teach him. So I will teach all of my beloved muzhchinku. “I began to gently drive my tongue over his lips. He felt rather than understood that he needed to open his mouth. Then I got inside and began to caress his tongue in a circular motion. In response, he slightly sucked mine. In me, and apparently in him too, passion began to wake up. Then I turned my body towards him and started kissing him passionately. His hand slid over my leg and pressed against the entrance to the pussy.
- Dear wait, let's go to the bedroom, on a normal sofa.
- Yes, Mommy, I have long been burning with the desire to lie on that couch next to you and make love.
- My poor boy suffered so much. But now your mom will work everything and more. All my body and soul from nowadays belong only to you my dear.
We got up and with light steps, holding hands, ran to the bedroom. No, they did not run - they flew on the wings of love.
I quickly found condoms in the bedside table. "If only the expiration date is not over - a thought flashed through me - and by the way, to hell with it, there are still no others at hand."
Max was already lying on the couch completely naked. “What a beautiful person he is, it’s a pity that I missed so much time,” I thought, “But nothing is loved, we will make up for everything, I will try very hard.” And as a sign of gratitude for today's beginning of the new happiness, I rushed to do him a blow job. I tried as best I could: I licked my tongue and bit the testicles, swallowed so that the head sank into the very throat (I can do this well). My efforts were not in vain: his dick hardened like a stone, his body trembled with the utmost pleasure. “Here is your dear for all your suffering,” I continued to think and tried even harder.
His excitement reached the maximum limit, I realized: we must have time to put on a condom. Literally after I managed to do this, he jumped to his feet and yanked me with cancer. Then the whole scale entered me.
- Oh my God! - I moaned - what a pleasure my dear!
His tremors were very strong and deep. It seemed that he wanted to pierce me to the very depths.
- More cute, more. I want you, I really want you! - I literally screamed.
- Mom, love, I want you to swear the most dirty words. - Max croaked - please, I beg you.
- Yes, dear, of course. Ebi me, ebi. Stronger fuck, fuck me as the last thing, I really want it! Give me the most eggs, rip my cunt to pieces. I'm your favorite, your last cell.
My words also had an exciting effect on me. In my mind, the last prohibitions of generally accepted morality have flown down, and I felt that I had become absolutely free!
- I love you son, love! - I literally sobbed with happiness.
Maxim continued to aggressively prank my pussy. Waves of an approaching orgasm began to roll harder and harder on me.
- Native deeper, even deeper - I choked - your mother belongs only to you. I am your whore, I am your fuck, fuck me, fuck and - and!
Orgasm covered us at the same time. I was all shaking like a convulsion. Maxim drove his friend up to the balls, pressed against me as if he wanted us to merge into one whole. His cock throbbed in me, throwing out sperm portion by portion. It was absolute happiness!
That's how it began in my life, or rather in our life with my son, the period of the happiest existence. We loved each other with the most tender love, our intercourse had such a heat of passion that God forbid everyone in life to experience this. Maxim began to help me in everything, he was no longer interested in any parties. He went to college, he studied well. Immediately after school, he ran home and doing housework was waiting for me from work. I did not have time to open the door, as he grabbed me in his arms and literally ran to the bedroom, where we were indulging in love in all the most unbelievable positions. Sometimes he would take me right in the corridor, without even letting me take off my coat or raincoat.
He put cancer on the shoe table and had all the holes just lifting his skirt up. Then we lay right in the clothes on the carpet in the hall and, like children, were naughty, feeding each other with all sorts of goodies dipped in my juices or his sperm, washing it all down with cold champagne. I taught him all kinds of sex that exist in the world, and my beloved son answered me with gratitude of the highest order.
Dear Moms! Love your sons, be attentive to them. Put them on the road of happiness or with the help of other women or, if you're lucky as I am, yourself. Love you my dear!
If someone wants to give me their opinion, I will listen with pleasure. I will especially be glad to see letters from mothers. Write to.