- Take off your clothes, mom. And come to me.. - I wanted to say this in a firm tone that does not tolerate objections, so that I would immediately understand who is the boss in this bed, but my voice trembled treacherously.
Mom just nodded weakly. I think her legs were shaking. And for some reason she was in no hurry to fulfill her maternal duty. But she still stood there, buried in the floor, as if afraid to raise her eyes. I felt like everything was hanging by a thread.
"Mom..." I repeated, but with iron in my voice, "undress and come to me!"
She nodded weakly again, only now her shoulders began to tremble.
Slowly she untied the belt of her robe, moved her shoulders back... And her robe fell at her feet with a quiet rustle. Oh, her nakedness, even in the twilight, blinded me for a moment. I almost came on the spot when she stepped her bare foot over her robe and stepped towards the bed. Next, on the floor next to the robe there was a towel from her head, and wet hair fell like a waterfall onto her shoulders. My mother herself, almost of her own free will, goes to my bed.
"Mom, panties..." I exhaled, "silly girl, why are you wearing them?" You definitely won't need them until morning...
She froze again. She sobbed. But she obediently bent down so that her full white breasts swayed seductively and slowly pulled off her snow-white panties. And she froze, in a completely inappropriate moment of embarrassment, covering her breasts from my view with one hand (which, in general, she did poorly, given the size of her breasts), and with the other, covering herself with her palm between her legs.
Hmm, I didn't expect her to be so shy, well, it's true that she's a virgin when she gives her for the first time.
Somehow she crept sideways to the bed and, without looking at me, lay down next to me, immediately hastily pulling the blanket over herself. My dick was like a stake. My mom was completely naked next to me! My beloved mommy was lying without panties next to me! I felt her nakedness with every fiber of my inflamed soul. And the subtle, incomparable aroma of her body... My heart was beating wildly. My throat is dry.
"Igor..," she barely babbled my name in a weak voice, "I want you to know that in the morning I will forgive you for everything.. But you understand that I came to you not because I want it.. But only because I'm your mother. It's my duty to help you. I don't know why I have to do this.. You demanded a very high price from me for being your mother.. But still, know that I love you..
I leaned over her. He ran his palm over her face. Mom was tense, like a string.
Passion overcame my reason. That's it, the mind shut up, there was no place for it here.
Throwing the blanket off her far away, I fell on my mother like an angry, hungry animal on long-awaited prey.
She did not remove her hands from her chest, and I just as unceremoniously and rudely spread them to the sides. He grabbed her thin ankles and spread them wide apart.
Her neat pussy was smoothly shaved, only a light mischievous fluff wriggled like a snake over her pussy.
Having sat between her legs, towering over my mother in the darkness, like a mountain, feeling my complete power over this body, I stopped, enjoying this power for a while. Mom lay in front of me without any movement and just looked at me pitifully. I was sure that she hoped until the last moment that at the last moment I would come to my senses and stop.
Purring like a March cat, I pounced on my mother's chest.
And this lasted a very long time. I have never played with any woman's breasts so sophisticatedly. But these were not just a woman's breasts, these were my mother's breasts and this added a special spicy flavor to what was happening.
Oh, I bet this was the first time mom's tits had to withstand such unbridled passionate pressure. Because soon she was already looking at me with fear, and, probably, she was simply afraid to stop me, seeing my uncontrollable furious excitement.
With indescribable delight, I furiously massaged her breasts, kneaded them roughly, squeezed them forcefully with my fingers, squeezed them together, lifted them on my palms, covered them with kisses, licked them, spanked them loudly and even bit them. Very quickly the milky white skin of her breasts was covered with large hickeys and marks from my bites and turned so red that it was visible even in the dark.
Her nipples were especially hard on me; every now and then I bent over, sucking and biting them. Soon, I don't know from pain or excitement, they became large and hard.
Mom, pressed by the weight of my body into the bed, only moaned quietly and sometimes bit her lips, but did not say a word to me. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were closed. She just shuddered in fear and pulled in her abdominal muscles every time when my huge mace kept pressing into her stomach or thigh.
Only once, she began to squirm her whole body under me and weakly tried to push my head away from her chest.
"Igor..." she whispered with anguish, "where do you get so much anger from?" Why did I offend you so much? Why are you doing this to me? I'm your mother..
I myself didn't know why he behaved this way with her, for example, she's a cheap prostitute. But this volcano was now pouring out of me with a powerful eruption, and I myself could not do anything about it.
I didn't want this, but my hand itself slapped her in the face. Not too much, just with your fingers. I didn't want to hurt her, just show her her new place. Her head twitched, and tears welled up in her eyes from resentment. Mom bit her sponge and turned her head to the side, snoring resentfully. And I grabbed her small, tender hands with my paws and, throwing them up, pressed them with my wrists to the oak bed. My penis was already hard as a stone, and now, in general, it was ready to cum right now from just this sight - my mother's breasts were both tasteless and seductive, now, following the shoulders, toned and elegant, absolutely inimitable.
I again decided to knead those wonderful breasts in a circular motion and kiss them. I no longer held her hands, but my mother did not dare to lower them.
It was amazing to spank my mother's breasts, first one, then the other. Her breasts swayed so damn cool and elastic, and I caught the nipples with my lips.
Finally, I had enough of playing with her breasts, in my opinion, this was a great relief for my mother.
I grabbed her ankles again and spread her legs even wider to the side.
She obediently let me do it, bending her knees.
I stroked these legs, washed the slender thighs, squeezed the buttocks. It's not rude at all anymore.
Sometimes I would lean over and spoon on my mother's tortured breasts and passionately kiss her lips with long kisses. Our tongues intertwined like snakes. Yes, she examined me! And at the same time she looked at me with a sad and tender gaze.
"My poor boy..," my mother shefted again, "My poor..."
Her hands gently stroked my hair and shoulders. But these were not the caresses of an excited woman. So congratulate the mother of your precious child when she consoles or takes pity on him. Damn, I'm doing this to her, and she also feels sorry for me? I would understand her more if she yelled at me or slapped me now.
