I am a 45-year-old single mother.

page views:1 Publication date:2023-06-11 13:14:19

I'm 45 years old and divorced for two years. I live alone in a newly bought house. My only son, 24, comes over to help me plant flowers and landscaping when he has free time.

Last Saturday morning, he came to help me plant some shrubs, bushes, and a whole flower bed. That day, I was wearing a loose shirt and shorts, and for comfort, I wasn't wearing a bra.

As I bent down to dig in the soil and transplant the plants, I noticed more than once that he was staring at my cleavage. Worse, when I squatted down to tend the plants, I discovered that my pubic hair was showing from the cuffs of my shorts. We worked until about 1 p.m., and the weather was so hot and humid that our shirts were covered in sweat and mud.

I suggested we go inside and take a shower first, and reminded him to put his dirty clothes in the washing machine so he could wear them next time he came.

After showering, I put on a thick fleece bathrobe and stood in front of the sink washing fruit. He came out of the bathroom after showering, wearing only a towel, and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His right hand slipped inside the bathrobe and stroked my stomach.

"Hey...hey..." I chuckled and joked, "You'd better let go, I'm not wearing anything under my bathrobe!"

My son kissed my neck and replied, "So sexy!" He kissed my neck again and hugged me even tighter, pressing his stomach against my buttocks. I could feel his erect penis hard and pressed between my buttocks through the bathrobe. I chuckled and turned to look at him, saying, "Son, you're such a lecher, you even want your mom."

Hearing me call him a lecher only aroused his reaction. He hugged me even tighter, kissing my neck and ears, while one hand was busy groping my lower abdomen, and the other hand was digging into my belly button with his fingers.

I said, "You little pervert, don't do this, or Mom will get angry." Clearly, my tone had no effect. Although he stopped kissing me, his hands slipped inside my robe and caressed my nipples, causing my lower body to tremble and contract. I turned to look at my son, pushed his hands away, and pulled my robe tighter, saying, "My precious son, I think you're just kidding! We can't do this."

"Mom! Do I look like I'm kidding?" he said, looking down at his erect penis.

I didn't know how to answer, and I was too embarrassed to refuse. My heart started pounding. Just as I was about to turn around and tell him to stop, he sealed my lips with his.

My God! I was dizzy. For some reason, I opened my lips and returned his kiss. He put his tongue into my mouth, and I didn't resist. Immediately, we kissed passionately, our tongues rubbing and swirling together.

We embraced tightly, his hard penis rubbing against my lower abdomen. My whole body began to react; my nipples protruded, and I felt a liquid flowing between my legs…

As I became aware of my body's reaction, my robe was pulled open, and the towel my son was wearing slipped to the floor. He pulled my hand to grasp his penis, which was now as hard as iron. As I held it, his hands were busy caressing my breasts and buttocks. He lowered his head to suckle my nipples, and his fingers, which had been touching my buttocks, slipped directly into my wet slit between my buttocks. For the first time in my life, my vulva was being touched by my son, and I moaned loudly as my body went limp.

I was powerless. He helped me to my room, and I was no longer able to resist. He took off my robe, and I lay naked on the bed.

He straddled my stomach, pinching and twisting my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. I groaned softly, while my right hand played with his penis, which was straddling my navel, and I whispered, "Do my breasts like this."

Because I was thinking that if I could make him ejaculate on my breasts, I wouldn't need to consider whether or not to let him penetrate me.

I held his buttocks tightly with both hands, making him straddle my chest. His hot penis was inserted between my breasts. I squeezed my breasts with both hands, and the little semen that flowed out lubricated my breasts as he rubbed them back and forth. I was so excited that I couldn't help but lift my head and suck on his hot penis as he thrust forward. He reached back to dig into my already wet vulva. I squeezed my legs together, trembling even more excitedly.

I let his penis penetrate deep into my throat. His breathing became rapid. I knew he was about to ejaculate. Afraid that I would choke, I spat out his penis. After a roar, gushes of thick semen shot onto my cheeks, flew over my face, and stuck to my hair and nose. I smelled the fishy smell of semen. Finally, the penis in front of me went limp. I licked the last drop of semen off his glans.

I lay there blankly, unsure of what to do next. Luckily, my son immediately moved his head between my thighs, spread my legs apart, and began licking my vulva. I was powerless to resist or tell him to stop, because he was pressing my buttocks against his face. My entire body exploded with desire, my vulva trembling violently against his face like an earthquake. My soul seemed to leave this world; I gasped and cried out.

The orgasm made my whole body tremble. My son was sucking my most sensitive clitoris perfectly, and I almost lost consciousness.

When I caught my breath, he lifted his head and moved it up to my face, kissing the semen stuck to my face. I smelled the scent of my vulva, and at the same time, I felt his hard penis about to force its way into my wet opening. I no longer cared about the consequences. I spread my legs, grabbed his rock-hard penis, and slid it in. I moaned and groaned. When it was fully inside, I could feel our pubic hair rubbing against each other. I had my son's penis completely inside me.

He began thrusting in and out of my wet cave. I raised my legs, and as he pressed down, my buttocks sank into the mattress. His scrotum slapped against my wet buttocks with a crackling sound as he penetrated, the head of his penis hitting my cervix. Again and again, as I neared orgasm, I whispered, "Are you going to ejaculate inside me?" Before I could stop him, he quickened his thrusts and answered pantingly, "Yes."

We both ejaculated simultaneously, our fluids flowing onto my buttocks. We were both completely released. My son was exhausted, limp on top of me, his limp penis inside me.

When we had recovered somewhat, I made him promise that this was a secret between us, and that he would respect me. It wasn't just a one-night stand; our special relationship continued.

The End.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/30037.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=30037&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Son's Desires 1-7

Next Page : Oh no! I've fallen in love with my mother.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

I am a 45-year-old single mother.

comment Open a new window to view comments