Since watching my mother masturbate under the bed, the switch in my heart has turned on.
Before that day, I always wanted to see my mom naked.But seeing her naked like that, everything changed.
My feeling now is not just a sneaky desire, but an uncontrollable passion.
Looking at my mom, I could hardly not be unhappy.
In order not to let her see the embarrassing tent in my shorts, I tiptoed around my mom every day and retreated behind the walls and counters.
I long for the next chance to see my mom’s naked body, bikini or any miniskirt.
But for several days, the opportunity did not appear.
Either I was too busy or my mother was too busy, but no matter what the reason was, nothing happened.
I had to touch my mother's photo on the computer late at night to satisfy myself.
During those days, my mother sometimes seemed to be worried and even a little distant.
There were a few times when I found her looking at me, as if she wanted to say something to me, but when our eyes met, she turned her head and said nothing.
One night, she dated a man she met through the website.
They made an appointment to have a drink at a bar.
My mother later told me that the man was arrogant and loving to show off. She hurriedly drank some wine and found a bad excuse to leave him.
Her first date after the divorce ended like this.
I feel sad that her date is not going well, but I am happy too.I admit I was a little jealous of my mom’s date.I like my mom alone.
One morning a few days later, after I woke up, I came out of the bedroom in my shorts and a T-shirt dressing gown, and saw my mother making coffee in the kitchen.
She was wearing the short white cotton robe again.
Her legs and feet were as naked as before.
This time, her hair was dry and combed neatly.
Seeing her exposed legs and chest skin under her bathrobe, my body was on a high alert again.
Hello, Randy.She raised her head and smiled at me.That was a half smile, not her usual bright smile.
She poured herself a cup of coffee and handed me a cup full of orange juice.
Come with me, she said, I think we should talk.
We walked to the sofa in the living room, which had become a place for us to talk seriously.
I sat at one end of the sofa and my mother sat at the other end.
This time, she was wearing a short nightgown and sat cross-legged as dignifiedly as possible.
She used one hand to pull the edge of the robe under her ankle.
She seemed to take a little time to sort herself out, take a sip of coffee, and look at me.
Randy, something happened recently and we should talk about it.Things between us.
What's the meaning?
Well, I think you know what I mean.She paused, I knew you were observing me.
I don't know what she knows, nor do I know what to say.I don't want to pretend to be stupid. It sounds dishonest, but I don't want to reveal everything I see.
Mom...What do you mean?What are you talking about?
Randy, she said, I know you were under my bed that day.Look at me.
Damn, I think.I felt like I had fallen into a deep pit.
Why...when...I tried to say it, but it was difficult.
She interrupted me.
You forgot the camera lens in my room, and she said, I guess you were taking pictures of me in the backyard in the bedroom.So, while you are not here, I checked your computer.You're too careless.I turned on the monitor and entered my password.You have never changed your password since you were a child.You left the folder containing my photos on your computer.I saw the photos you took under the bed.I also saw other photos.
I was dumbfounded.She continued.
I'm sorry for violating your privacy in this way, but I'm pretty sure you're monitoring me and I want to know what you're doing.I also saw your...well...sciss spots, which were fucked on your desk, and you haven't completely cleaned it up.I know what you are doing.
I feel like I'm only a foot tall and shrinking rapidly.I wanted to sink into the ground and disappear.
Mom, I said.Those photos, did you see all the photos I took?
I've seen it all.She said.
I was immersed in this sentence.If mom had seen all the photos, she would know everything.
Mom, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I was so excited that I was so overwhelmed. When I took that picture of you on the couch, I didn’t even know what was inside. When I got back to the room, I saw it on my computer and I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. Since then, it has...sorry, really sorry.
I know, Randy.She said.You don't need to say it out.I'm not angry with you.
This surprised me.
You're not angry?I asked her.I was relieved, but was also surprised.
No, I wasn't angry.
She seemed to be preparing to say something difficult to say.
I think we should be honest with each other.I want to be honest with you.This is very difficult for me to speak.But you are an adult and I think I need to talk to you about this.
She cleared her throat.
That night, after we ran together, you took a picture of me on the sofa, and I could feel you were looking at me in a different way, as if you were secretly watching me.
She said, I noticed you looked at me after we ran together, I was doing stretching and then I looked at me in the kitchen.I've never seen you do this before.And, I have to admit that it makes me embarrassed and I enjoyed it.This made me feel like I had a long time ago. Divorce hit me hard, and since then I felt that I was old and no longer attractive.
You are my son, but you are also a handsome young man, and the look you look at me makes me feel good.I wanted to let the feeling go on, so I put on those little shorts, I didn’t wear underwear, I wasn’t going to show off…you know…the stuff down there, but I don’t want you to see either, I think I know it’s an adventure, I know you’re looking at my legs when we were sitting on the couch, and I enjoyed it.
And then on my birthday, you were so sweet.You gave me roses, you bought me a super short running suit and a bikini.In front of you, I pose in small shorts and bra, which feels funny, but at the same time it feels good.You keep taking pictures of me and telling me how good I look.
That night, I knew you were outside my door, I was using my vibrator, I thought about the look you looked at me, I heard you were outside, I guess you were masturbating, which made me climax immediately.Later, I walked into the bathroom and I saw your cum on the table in the bathroom, and you haven't cleaned it up yet.
Sorry, mom.I said.I'm really sorry.
No, she said, don't be sad.It's not just your problem.I've been teasing you since my birthday night.I wore that red bikini and wanted you to see how I looked in it.I put my panties on the bed and I think you might get one.I guessed it right, you really took it.
My mother talked endlessly, as if she was repentant.There was guilt in her voice, but not just guilt.Her tone was filled with relief and release.
That day, I was wearing a bikini by the pool and I thought you might be peeking at me at home because you didn’t come back after Tucker left.I took off my top and I had no plans to do that.I just did something crazy on the verge of impulse.Then I went into the room and thought I could catch you, but I didn't, and I didn't know you were in the room until I saw the lens cover and checked your computer.
She looked at me calmly, a little nervous, but without blame or guilt.
I was surprised by the pictures you took.I didn't expect things to develop this way.I don't know how to talk to you about this.I don't blame you, to some extent, I've been guiding you, so I have a responsibility.I think we should be honest.That's why I want this conversation.
I let everything settle down.I was surprised that mom told me she knew what I did, but I was even more surprised that she did and felt.
So do you enjoy it?I asked her.
What's the meaning?She replied.
You know I'm looking at you, I said, You know I'm masturbating outside your door, you were using a vibrator.This makes you very excited.This makes you want to show off more in front of me.And you did it.
I don't know, Randy, I...
Wait, mom, I interrupted her, you said we should be honest, okay, I'll tell the truth.I did see you.I peeked at you.I enjoyed this feeling very much.I think I'm a voyeur, you're the most beautiful mom I've ever met.I've seen you...nude, completely exposed in the last few days, which makes me excited.
Now too, I added, but you also like to show off in front of me.I can tell you even like to show off in front of Tucker in that red bikini.
Mom, I think you are an exposure maniac, I said.Or it's in your bones.
As I said this, I couldn't help but notice the thighs and cleavage exposed under my napkin as my mother twisted on the sofa.
I think you are right, she said.I admit it.I have a schizophrenia.Being seen is a stimulation for me, and I am sorry for surrendering to it when I’m with you.
Mom, I said, you don’t have to apologize.Don't say sorry.I don't know everything you just told me.I don't know you know me I'm pistol at you.I'm glad you told me.I'm sorry to spy on you secretly, but mom, I like this, I like to look at you, you're a snob, and I'm a voyeur, we're a good match.We are very good at matching.I said with a shy smile.
I don't know this, she said, this is not a normal mother-son relationship.
I don't know if this is normal, I said, but I don't think it's bad.I don't think we're doing anything wrong.
Mom rolled her eyes.
Mom, I said, I asked you: How long have you been like this?How long has it been since you had a schizophrenia?
She paused.
I think I always like to be seen, she said.
I attended a drama club when I was in school and I like to perform on stage.I'm a cheerleader, I love wearing short skirts and know people are watching me.I ran naked once in college, and my best friend and I went to Nude Beach a few times.
Dad must know this.I said.Does he know?What did he think?
That's personal privacy, Randy.She said.
Mom, I'll watch you masturbate.I saw you spread your legs.This is personal privacy.I saw your cunt.The relationship between you and me has gone beyond the scope of private.
When I said the word cunt, she was startled, but I had something to say, so I continued.
You took off your shirt in the backyard and wanted me to see you.You want me to look at your boobs.I saw it, I like it very much, and you like it too.If you say you want to be honest, then let's be honest.Tell me about you and dad, does he like it?What does he think of this part of you?Does he like you to show off?
Mom obviously thought about it for a long time before answering.
In our marriage, this didn't happen immediately, she said, very reluctant at first.
We got married at a very young age, and you were born shortly after marriage.For a long time, we put our energy on you, and your dad was very busy at work.I spent most of my twenties at home with you.But later, you grew up a little and didn’t need your father’s care, and your father wanted to show off me.Sorry, it's funny to say.Feeling very awkward.
Mom, I don't feel embarrassed.I said.Tell me, tell me.
At the beginning, we just did some small moves, such as asking me to go out in a skirt without underwear, and occasionally he would let me show it to others in the restaurant.
Then did you do it?I asked.
I did as I did.She said.
How do you like it?
I do like it.I love showing my body, which makes me excited and he is excited.He kept buying me bikinis, and it seemed that the more I bought it, the smaller it was.Then he wanted me to be naked on the beach.So we went to some beaches that weren't top-up but we felt we could take it off and I took off my tops and it made him and I excited.
Do you like to show your naked breasts in public so that everyone can see?
This is not what I want to say, but yes, I like it, and I like it, he likes it.Until a certain moment, then he didn't like it anymore and stopped.
What happened?I asked.
She took a sip of coffee.
It's embarrassing to tell you this, she said.I don't know if I should say it.
Don't do this, mom.Don't stop.I want to know.Tell me.
One day we went to the beach, about six years ago, it wasn't a naked beach, but there was an area that was blocked by some rocks, where everyone knew you could be naked and no one would bother you.So we went there and Dan let us sit on the edge of what is called the nude and non-nude areas.He spread the blankets farthest from the water so that those walking on the beach would be very close to us.Then he asked me to strip naked.He didn't take off his clothes, your dad liked the idea, he was wearing clothes, and I was naked.
Then what happened?I asked.
He asked me to spread my legs.Zhang De, so that everyone passing by can see me, see my... between my legs...
You mean your vagina, I said.Say it out, mom.Say "pupid".
My pussy, she said, he wanted people to see my pussy.He looked at me and said, "Yingjia, I want you to spread your legs and expose your vagina.I want people to see your wet pussy.'He was not obscene when he said this.He said this in the tone of the same way you said 'Hand me the potato chips'.
You like this, I said.You like to expose your vagina.
I like.I like to show my pussy like this.This made me very excited.But if I were just sitting there alone, it would feel different.What I like is that he lets me show off and I'm showing off for him.Although it sounds ridiculous, I remember how much I loved him at that moment.
What happened later?I asked.
I lay on the blanket, the sun shining on my naked body.He applied sunscreen on me and slowly applied it.I remember he putting my legs on both sides while applying sunscreen so my vagina would be exposed to the sun.Everyone passing by could see me naked, and my husband spread my legs to make it easier for them to see.We acted very calmly, as if it was no big deal, although it was really a big deal for me.I kept spreading my legs.I don't know how many people pass by us, maybe hundreds, maybe more.Everyone saw my vagina, some tried to hide the facts they saw, some quickly looked away, some didn't, some even stared wide or looked again and again.But everyone watched it.Then I had a further idea.I was showing off in front of your dad happily.So I looked at him, make sure he saw what I was doing, and I stretched my hand between my legs and spread it out.
What have you stretched out?I asked her.Say it out.Tell me everything.Say it out.
I stretched my vagina open, she said, I pushed my labia back with my fingers and pushed it to the farthest.When I took my fingers away, my labia were peeled back.Keep going, keep going.
She stopped.I can't believe I'll tell you this, Randy.She said, you must think your mother is perverted.
No, mom, I don't.I said.I don't feel it at all.I'm glad you told me this.Please continue.
She nodded slowly and continued.
After I... open myself like that, when people pass by, I see more than just my pussy. What they see is my open body. Inside my vagina. When no one passed by, I even took a small hand mirror out of my bag and placed it between my legs so that I could clearly see what I was showing off.
My vagina was wide open and you could see the depths inside. Like a wet pink tunnel. I'm not quite sure, but I feel like there's even some moisture dripping from it, just a little bit. This made me think a lot, obscene thoughts, I think, that's where my husband fucked me, his dick was stuck there, he asked me to perform here so that everyone could see where his dick was going when he fucked me.
How do you like it?I said.
I like.She said.
When she said this, her eyes were far away, as if she was not by my side, but on the beach.
I like that feeling.This is one of the most exciting feelings I have ever had.And…I don’t know what to say…it is so satisfying.I think, while this is wrong, it feels so right to sit next to Dan.
Does dad like it?I asked.Mom didn't answer immediately.
That's what's interesting and sad, she said, he doesn't like it.He doesn't like it.I crossed the line.I mean more than just the extent of exposure.He didn't like me to control myself, and he didn't like me to decide to open myself further.I think he didn't realize until that moment that it wasn't all for him, it was something I really liked, I longed for it.I think this scared him.I think when he realizes that my schizophrenia is not just about me doing what he wants to do, he will be scared and no longer sexy.He was silent after seeing me doing this, and it didn't take long before we left the beach.I felt something was wrong in the car, and I wanted to talk to him, but he didn't want to.We never did anything like that again, and that was the end of him making me show off.We never talked about this again.It was then that our marriage took a turn.Since then, our marriage has been different, and I think he looks different when he looks at me.
After she finished speaking, we sat quietly on the sofa for a few minutes.She drank coffee and I finished my orange juice.
Apart from wearing short skirts or sometimes bikini, Mom said, I have never done anything to show off since then.Until the last few days.She smiled uneasyly.
How do you think about this?I asked.What have you done these days?
Guilt, she said.But I also enjoyed it.I have to admit this.How do you think about this?How do you feel about what you said to me?
I feel good, I said, I feel much better when I hear you talk about the past.This is you.This is us.You like to be watched and I like to be watched.It excites you, I like watching you, watching you show off yourself, it excites me.
Mom, we all masturbate because you showed me your body, I can’t turn back time, I can’t stop being excited about you, I think if you are honest, you will also admit that you can’t stop me being attracted to your body, either.The only way I can stop is to move out so I won't be with you, but I don't want to do that, and I don't think you want to do that either.
She didn't speak.
Mom, I want to hear you say it.I said.Admit you want to show off yourself to me.Admit you know I like to see you, you're excited.
I admit I like to show off, she said.
Yes, I was flattered and excited to know you were looking at me.But that doesn't mean it's right.We have to set some restrictions, Randy.There must be some boundaries.I am your mother, you are my son.
I accept it.I said.I agree, I want boundaries, too.
Well, I'm very happy.So we all agree to limit our behavior, right?She asked me.
Of course, we should have restrictions.We should have boundaries.I said.But mom, we don't need to limit everything.
What do you mean?she asked, her tone full of suspicion and suspicion.
You have admitted to me that you like to show off.You're an exposure maniac.I like to see you.I'm a voyeur, I think you can say that.Let's face it, you showed me your whole body, everything, and I like it.I love looking at your body, better than anything I have ever seen.You also like it. If you want us to be honest, then be honest.You like me looking at you.This excites you.So is now.She didn't speak.
She didn't refute me.
Obviously, she was struggling with how to answer me.
I continued before she spoke.
Mom, I said, since Dad’s reaction was bad that time at the beach, you have always wanted to show yourself.I'm different from my dad.I want you to show yourself.I hope you can show yourself freely.With me, in front of me.If you think about it carefully, I am the best person to show in front of you, I will always love you, support you, I will never hurt you or reject you, we can set the right boundaries.
Mom stared at me tightly, her face full of tension and doubt.
Randy, what do you suggest us to do?she asked.
I have an idea.I said.
We can be here, right now, talk about restrictions.We can reach an agreement on what can be done and what can’t be done.We all agree to respect the boundaries we set.But first, you need to do one thing.
What's up?she asked softly.
I understood everything in an instant.
I know what I want to do;
I think this is good for both of us.
But I had to ask her to do one thing.
I know it's risky, but I have to ask her.
Mom, take off your bathrobe.
What?She said.
Take off your nightgown, I said.Take off now, sit in front of me, don't wear a bathrobe.
What is the limit?she asked.
Take off your bathrobe and I'll let you see it.I said.
I could tell from the ever-changing expression on her face, the twisted corners of her mouth and eyebrows that she was fighting my advice inside.
But she didn't struggle for too long.
My mother stared at me and reached out to untie the belt around her waist.
Then she pulled the robe back and took it off her shoulders.
She lifted her butt and took the robe off her legs.
Mom was wearing French-cut white lace panties, that's all.
Her plump and beautiful breasts were exposed.
She sat less than three feet away from me.
Her legs were placed under her feet, her butt was placed on her feet, her hands were placed on her side, and her fingertips were placed on the sofa.
She is so beautiful.
Her breasts were plump and mature, and her bikini top covered her nipples and looked a little pale.
The underwear was only an inch wide on the sides and hung high on her hips, but it was very low in the middle, revealing the upper half of the pubic bone.
I seemed to see a few golden hairs poking out from above.
My mother sat like this, staring at me dignifiedly and quietly without saying a word.
Mom, you are so beautiful.I said.
Thanks.She whispered.
Come here, I waved to her with my hands.Sitting on my lap.
Randy...
Just do it, mom.I said.I'll explain, but I want you to sit on my lap.
She hesitated for a while and walked to me.
She got off her heels, walked through the sofa, and sat on my lap.
Her legs stretched in front.
Her hands crossed on her legs.
She lowered her head, and I seemed to see her lips trembling.
I hugged her, put one hand around her shoulders, and the other hand gently placed on her waist without any sexual movements.
Mom, look at me and I said.She looked at me.We looked into each other's eyes.
I love you, I love you very much.
I love you, Randy.
I know, I say, this is part of our love, and I love seeing you like this.I hope to continue to see you like this, and I hope you continue to show myself to me.I think we will all like it.
We need to set some boundaries, so we will.My thought is: look, but don't touch it.You're going to keep being naked.
You want to show yourself in front of me, I want to watch you, I will masturbate at you all the time, you will masturbate when you do it, we can't pretend that this won't happen, so we should be honest.Maybe we can do it in front of each other, I'm happy, let's see.
But we won't have sex, I won't sleep with you, mom.In order to maintain the boundaries between us, in order not to happen, I will not touch your lower body.
Or… she started to say.
Or your asshole.I won't touch your asshole.I won't touch your tits, either.Don't touch my dick, either.
I think it's a little late, Tiger, she said, if you understand what I mean.She looked down at my thigh.
My cock was extremely hard, close to the fabric of my shorts, and I knew she felt her cock pressing against her.
In fact, my cock was pressed somewhere between her legs, probably very close to her vagina, with only a thin layer of white lace covering it.
This is different, I said.
My clothes are between us.That's why I'm still wearing shorts now.When we are like this, nothing will happen.But when I'm naked, you won't touch my dick.What do you think?I asked.
It sounds strange, Randy.She said.I don't know what to do.I don't know if this should be done.
Mom, listen to what you say.should.should.This word has nothing to do with this matter.Don't use the word "should" to think.Look at you.You sat on my lap, almost naked, my arms wrapped around you.We all want this.We did nothing wrong, deep down you know that it is not wrong, and nothing harmful happens to it.So, how about it?How about it?
Her head swayed.She was struggling with the idea.But she finally spoke.
OK, she said at the end.We can give it a try.But we must strictly limit it, otherwise it won't work.
She raised her arms and put them around my shoulders.Her nails shaved my neck lovely.This feeling is very wonderful.
I smiled and looked at my beautiful naked mother, then I kissed her.
A gentle peck on her nose.
I agree, mom, I said.
I pulled my hand back and we all looked at each other affectionately, then I approached her again and kissed her softly.
Then I gently turned her face with my hands so I could kiss her gently on her chin and then kiss her down her neck.
I heard my mother's breathing.
Then I turned her face back in front of me with my hand, we looked into each other's eyes, and I kissed her lips.
At first I kissed me very lightly, and she kissed me back.
I tried harder, and she worked harder.
Soon, we kissed each other affectionately.
I put my tongue over her lips and into her mouth, looking for her tongue.
Our tongues dance together, our open mouths pressed tightly together.
At that moment, I wanted all of her and didn't want to keep anything.
I was blinded by desire.
I've never kissed such a beautiful woman.
Do you know the magical moment when you kiss a girl for the first time?
A girl you dream of?
In that magical moment, all the new sensations surround you at the same time the smell of her mouth, the fragrance of her neck, the feeling of her waist and breasts under your desire hands?
It was like this moment, but it was ten times better than just now.
My mother is not only in my arms, but she is almost naked.
She is not a girl, she is my mom.
My hands were pressed against her smooth waist.
Her plump breasts were only a few inches away from me and were almost against my shirt.I reached out my hand and walked through her thick blonde hair.
We kissed, and kept kissing.
My hands are very careful.
I held her tightly in my arms, with my hands turning big circles on her back and shoulders, but I kept them away from between her breasts and legs.
I gestured to her legs.
Come here, mom, I said.Turn this leg to the other side of me.I want you to face me.
Mom agreed.
She straddled me.
Her legs spread apart.
I saw the thin lace strips between her legs and the exposed skin on both sides of her thin strips.
I could put my fingers under the lace strip without any effort and stroke her delicate labia.
She was very excited, I could tell that if I wanted to invade her, I don't think she would stop me.
But I didn't.
We just set some boundaries and I need to prove to my mom that I can follow them.
But within these boundaries, there are many things we can do.I continued to kiss her, affectionate and passionate.She kissed me back with equal enthusiasm, and I heard a slight moan from her mouth.
I decided to add fuel to the fire just a little bit.
I pressed my thighs tightly against her, just a little bit.
My erect penis was directly pressed against the lace-covered mons pubis between her legs.
I pushed this way several times, but it was barely enough to make her feel it, but she didn't try hard enough to make her worry that I would get out of control.
Then I felt her push back.
My cock was a thick cock, standing straight under my shorts, just an inch away from my belt.
Mom started pushing her mons pubis against my cock, and her lace panties dragged a few inches on my cock.
She pulled the mons pubis in her panties back and pushed it towards me again.
Her pushing turned into a steady and rhythmic sway, her lace-covered pussy pressing against my shorts-covered cock.
One of my hands slid towards her lower body, which was covered by lace thongs.
My other hand clutched her side.I changed my position and started pressing her down, pushing her back against the sofa.Soon, I pressed on her.
Her legs raised, squeezing my waist, and I felt her feet crossing and locking behind me.Our hips kept swaying to each other.
My lips were pressed against hers.
We don't want to get up and get some breath.
Our mouths pressed together tightly and eagerly, and our tongues danced and explored each other.
I felt her hips rubbing against me gently.
No matter what boundaries we set, we are constantly breaking through.
My hands were still on her butt, and I squeezed her butt, which was light at first, but then it increased.
My fingertips stretched forward until they were only a few inches from the crack between her buttocks and cheeks.
Just move a little forward and my fingers can wander up and down the cracks, squeeze under her thong, or tap into her asshole, or insert fingers between her vagina folds.
I want to do this.
But we have agreed on some boundaries, and although it is hard to bear it, I still hold it back.
We kissed, twisted, and grabbed each other like this, and we didn't know how long it took.
As we hugged and twisted each other on the sofa, my mother's legs were spread all the time, and her lace-wrapped vagina was tightly pressed against my hard penis, with only about a millimeter of fabric between my penis and her vagina.
She swung her body back and forth, her hips shaking on me.
But I know it's hard to believe that I didn't think about it.
Instead, I was thinking about my mother's lips, how much I longed for them, and how my mouth and lips felt against hers.
I can't kiss my mother enough.
Her tongue was stuck into my mouth and pushed my tongue backwards.
If I was all about kissing my mother, then my body was responding to the friction of my mother's vagina on my penis.
Our continuous dry fire made me on the verge of climax.
My breathing became more and more rapid, and during the gap between our kisses, I moaned: Mom, Mom.
I accelerated the speed of grinding my mother's mons pubis.
I don't care that my efforts will get my shorts covered in sticky cum.
The faster pace seemed to speed up my mother's excitement; soon, her breathing rhythm and higher moans were consistent with my rhythm.
Randy, Randy, she yelled softly.
Then, I felt the release coming, and I pushed my hips and penis forward, pushing my release needs tightly against her, making my release need come true.
Then I felt: one stream of sticky wet liquid sprayed into my shorts.
My body was trembling and almost pulled away from my mother, but she held my butt with her hands and said: Don’t stop, I’m about to arrive!A few seconds later, I felt my mother's back arching, and she felt relieved and trembled with joy.
After we finished, my body leaned against her and pressed against her.I pressed my face against her, my thin and strong chest against her plump and mature breasts.
We just lay there for a few minutes, and I don't know how many minutes we lay there.
Five minutes or ten minutes, I don’t know.
A burst of pleasure swept across my body, and I almost dozed off.
But he didn't fall asleep completely.
Despite the strong pleasure flowing in my body, I remain alert and awake.
I pulled my mother's hand away, stood up, and looked down at her.
She lay on the sofa, swinging her arms back and raised her hands over her head.
Her hair sets her face with a wild golden mane.
Her plump breasts hang on her lean, muscular breasts and shoulders.
Her lips were slightly opened and her eyes widened at me.
Standing up reminded me of the wetness under my shorts.
I unbuttoned and unzipped.
Then, I let my shorts fall to the ground and walked out of it.
I took off my shirt.
I stood naked in front of my mother.
My cock is no longer full length, but I was happy to see it still longer and thicker than usual, and as soon as it jumped out of its shorts, my mother's eyes stared at it tightly.
I bent down and picked up my shorts and used them to wipe the remaining semen from my penis.I threw my shorts back to the floor.
I stood in front of my mom again, my cock hanging about two feet from her face.She is sitting on the couch now, her face flush with my dick.She looked up and looked up at me.
I don't know what's wrong with me.I have always been eloquent, and for a while I knew what to say to the girl.
But being with my mother like this gave me confidence that I had never had before.
I stood naked in front of her, my cock swaying less than two feet from her lips, and I felt no shame, guilt or nervousness.
This feeling is right.
Just as everything is ready, I am confident about what to do and what to say.
But I can see that my mother has not fully entered the state.
I opened her desire to show her, and made her admit her desire to me.
We both cummed together, but I could tell she was nervous and not sure what we were doing, even though her body loved it.
I know, I'm sure, I want to continue with my mom.I think she would accept it if I handled it properly.I just need to keep the right pace and rhythm.
Do you like what you see?I asked her.
She smiled slightly, swung her head back and forth, and looked at my penis from both sides.Then she turned around and looked at me.
It's impressive, she said.
How about comparing to dad’s?I asked.
Naughty, your question is too aggressive.She said, this is an aspect where I have no complaints about your dad.But you might have to be a little bigger.
She smiled.Don't make a fuss.
I grinned.
Mom, this is not the place to grow bigger.My dick will only grow bigger when you take off your clothes like this in front of me.
You sound confident that I will continue to do that.She said.
I'm very confident, mom.I said, you will often take off my clothes.You want to show off to me, you want to spread your legs.You want me to take pictures of you.We want to continue kissing like we did just now, and I will do it with you again.
I said as I crouched in front of her until my face was slightly lower than hers, and gently pushed her knee away with my hands.I kept pushing them to the edge of the sofa.
The lace lace between her legs may not be more than an inch and a half wide, covering the most private details of her sexual organs, but not enough to completely cover her vulva, which protrudes cutely.
There is a clear wet spot in the center of the white lace.
I touched it with my fingers.
I started from the bottom and moved up slowly until I felt the fabric loosen slightly, where my fingers found the entrance to her vagina, which was the source of all the wetness.
Although the pressure on the fingers was light, it was enough to create a depression in her thong.
My finger pressed inward and entered the shallow nest, and the white lace tightly wrapped around my fingers.
I think, to some extent, I'm fucking my mom with my fingers now.
Randy, she said, I don't think we should have done that.
But she pushed forward and held my finger, which was slight but obvious.
I didn't break any boundaries, mom.I said, neither would I.We promised that I will abide by it.
I looked at my mother's eyes with curved eyebrows.
What about you, mom?I asked.Will you abide by our bottom line?
As I spoke, she had already started shaking herself with her fingers more noticeably, and she was staring down at what she was doing, but my question seemed to have taken her attention away from her physical needs.
She stepped back an inch, separated her lace-covered pussy from my fingers, and looked up at me.
Of course, she said.Randy, we absolutely have to follow these boundaries.
Glad we were able to agree, mom.I said.
Wait a minute, I added.
I stood up and walked to the counter where I had my phone.
What are you going to do?Mom asked.
She didn't move; she was still sitting on the edge of the sofa, her legs spread out to both sides, and her hands supported on the sofa on both sides.
I want to take a few photos of you, mom.I said.I've taken nude photos of you, but I want to record this moment between us, the first time you deliberately showed yourself to me.
I like the tension and desire that I see in her face, the struggle between yes and yes and not inside her, so far, yes and yes won, and I want to continue to maintain my advantage.
Tip the toes, I said.
She put her hands on her knees, supported her feet with her toes, and spread her legs.She shook her shoulders back and pushed her mature breasts towards me.I took two photos like this.
OK, mom, I continue.I want you to turn around and put your hands on the top of the sofa.I'm going to take a picture of your cute butt.
She turned around, her butt sweeter than I thought.
Due to years of exercise, my mother's whole body is very thin and has a clear outline, but her buttocks are still round and charming beyond my imagination.
The lace thong completely disappeared into the gap between her legs and then reappeared, connecting the horizontal strips across her waist into a long strip of inch wide.
Spread your legs a little bit, mom, I said.I know I'll let her do it often, and I know she'll do it often and will love it.
I turned from one side to the other and took a few photos of her in this position.
Turning around, sitting back on the sofa, I said.
She did as she did.
I put my phone on the floor and approached her again.
I put my hands on her knees and put them together.
Then I reached my hand on her thighs and savored the touch of the skin under her thighs with my fingers.
My fingers stopped on her white thong and I hooked my fingers around the edge of the light fabric.
What are you doingshe asked, with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
The underwear is wet, I said.Too wet you can't wear it.I want to take it off for you.Lift up now.I said it firmly, but politely.
She hesitated for a moment, but agreed.
She raised her hips slightly.
I seized this opportunity and grabbed the lace fabric and pulled it down.
She put her legs together to help me, and I pulled all the thongs off and placed them on my shorts.
Now, for the first time, my mother sat in front of me completely naked.She didn't try to hide anything.
I want you to move all the way to the edge of the sofa, I said, and then spread your legs.
Mom took a deep breath.
I could tell the uncertainty on her face, but I knew she would do it.
She did as she did.
I took out my cell phone and raised it to take a picture.
I first pointed the camera at her vagina.
Her vagina is beautiful.
Her clitoris had a trimmed golden hair, and the pink buttons poked their head timidly from the folds of the clitoris.
The inner lip of my mother's vagina is extremely thin and delicate, just like a petal.
They separated slightly, revealing a wet black slit that was uneven and barely spread, and they also hang slightly between their legs.
Her hands were placed on her knees again, and the muscles on her legs were particularly prominent when she lifted her feet with her toes.
Her breasts protruded forward, and her nipples were as bright as strawberries against the slightly dark skin.
I took several such photos for her.
I squatted on the floor while taking pictures, and even when I was focusing and capturing, I realized my cock was hanging between my legs.
I saw my mother's eyes turn to it from time to time.
After the filming, I stood up.
I came up with another idea for taking pictures.
Mom, wait here, don't move.I said.I'll be back soon.
I ran back to my room, got what I needed, and ran back to my mom, my dick jumping around my thighs along the way.
I returned to the living room, and my mom was still sitting on the sofa.
I have a SLR camera, tripod and remote control in my hand.
I quickly set up the camera about 10 feet away from the sofa in front of my mother.
Randy, she said, what are you doing?
I want to take a picture of both of us, mom.I said.I want to keep this moment.
After setting the camera, I walked to the sofa and moved behind my mother. My penis touched her butt and started to harden again, but I had to ignore it for the time being.
I put my hand on my mother's waist and lifted her up and placed it on my legs.
Randy said mom.I could tell that she was worried that my hardened penis would approach her uncovered vagina.
Don't worry, mom, I'll say it quickly.It's time to watch the movie now.
I took out the remote control in my hand.
I'll say to you.I'll command, you'll take pictures.
I first let her sit on my lap and we both sit together and smile at the camera, I freed up my hands and placed them on my mother, I put one on her hips and the other on her belly, just under her breasts.
She took the photo.We took a few more photos.
Mom exposed herself and took photos, which made me feel more erotic.Every time she pressed the remote, she was sure that she wanted to show her wish in front of me.
I put my hands around her waist and pulled her to me until my back rested on the back of the sofa.
I used my other hand to spread her legs until her knees bent upwards and her legs spread to their maximum.
I wanted her to know that when she pressed the remote, she was completely exposed to my camera.
She pressed it several times.
We took several photos like this, some of which were us smiling at the camera, and some of which were her head turning towards me, and we kissed affectionately in front of the camera.
Finally, we finished filming.I took the remote from her and placed it on the edge of the sofa.I kissed her a few lightly, on and around her mouth.
At this time, my penis was extremely hard.
Her posture of riding on my legs made her pussy open, just an inch or two away from my thick cock.
My mother and I were on the edge of the cliff.
It's easy to jump down, and it's easy to fall down.
I want to possess her whole body, but I won’t do that, anyway, it won’t work today.
I made an agreement with her and we set boundaries, and I don’t know how long those boundaries will last or if I want them to last.
But I know that if I don't want to mess it up, I have to stick with it now.
Mom said nothing.She was still sitting on my lap, her eyes staring at my face, her open pussy pressing fragilely against my hard cock.
I took every effort to pick up my mother gently, moved it under the sofa, and left her.
She opened her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.
I put a few fingers on my face next to her lips.
It's okay, mom.I said.all is well.
I stood up, then turned around and held my mother in my arms.I carried her to my chest, her arms around my neck.Mom's eyes widened in surprise.
You're lighter than I thought.I said.
I hugged my mother and walked towards her bedroom.
I walked slowly and steadily, letting her know that it was not difficult to carry her.
I gently placed her on the bed, and she leaned against it.
She placed her arms beside her, and she lay quietly on the bed, glittering in the morning light that penetrated through the window.
She was waiting to see what I was going to do.
I smiled at her and said: It’s time to put on my clothes.Then I walked away.
I know I need more willpower to do this.But I know, I have to do that.
I want mom, I don't just want to see her or take pictures of her.
I long for her, I long for her, I need her.
But I have to deal with this correctly or I will lose her.
I walked back to the living room naked.
I got my shorts and shirt back, and my mom's thong.
I packed up my photography equipment and went back to the bedroom to close the door.
My mom and I started something.
But we all have bottom lines.
I agree not to cross the line with her.
I stood naked in the room, determined that no matter how difficult it was, I would not break my promise to her.
But the boundaries can be changed.
Through time, persuasion and agreement, they can be changed.
I have a feeling that no, I know that the line between me and my mom will change over time.
I want my hot mom, completely and completely.I'm determined to have her.
Before that day, I always wanted to see my mom naked.But seeing her naked like that, everything changed.
My feeling now is not just a sneaky desire, but an uncontrollable passion.
Looking at my mom, I could hardly not be unhappy.
In order not to let her see the embarrassing tent in my shorts, I tiptoed around my mom every day and retreated behind the walls and counters.
I long for the next chance to see my mom’s naked body, bikini or any miniskirt.
But for several days, the opportunity did not appear.
Either I was too busy or my mother was too busy, but no matter what the reason was, nothing happened.
I had to touch my mother's photo on the computer late at night to satisfy myself.
During those days, my mother sometimes seemed to be worried and even a little distant.
There were a few times when I found her looking at me, as if she wanted to say something to me, but when our eyes met, she turned her head and said nothing.
One night, she dated a man she met through the website.
They made an appointment to have a drink at a bar.
My mother later told me that the man was arrogant and loving to show off. She hurriedly drank some wine and found a bad excuse to leave him.
Her first date after the divorce ended like this.
I feel sad that her date is not going well, but I am happy too.I admit I was a little jealous of my mom’s date.I like my mom alone.
One morning a few days later, after I woke up, I came out of the bedroom in my shorts and a T-shirt dressing gown, and saw my mother making coffee in the kitchen.
She was wearing the short white cotton robe again.
Her legs and feet were as naked as before.
This time, her hair was dry and combed neatly.
Seeing her exposed legs and chest skin under her bathrobe, my body was on a high alert again.
Hello, Randy.She raised her head and smiled at me.That was a half smile, not her usual bright smile.
She poured herself a cup of coffee and handed me a cup full of orange juice.
Come with me, she said, I think we should talk.
We walked to the sofa in the living room, which had become a place for us to talk seriously.
I sat at one end of the sofa and my mother sat at the other end.
This time, she was wearing a short nightgown and sat cross-legged as dignifiedly as possible.
She used one hand to pull the edge of the robe under her ankle.
She seemed to take a little time to sort herself out, take a sip of coffee, and look at me.
Randy, something happened recently and we should talk about it.Things between us.
What's the meaning?
Well, I think you know what I mean.She paused, I knew you were observing me.
I don't know what she knows, nor do I know what to say.I don't want to pretend to be stupid. It sounds dishonest, but I don't want to reveal everything I see.
Mom...What do you mean?What are you talking about?
Randy, she said, I know you were under my bed that day.Look at me.
Damn, I think.I felt like I had fallen into a deep pit.
Why...when...I tried to say it, but it was difficult.
She interrupted me.
You forgot the camera lens in my room, and she said, I guess you were taking pictures of me in the backyard in the bedroom.So, while you are not here, I checked your computer.You're too careless.I turned on the monitor and entered my password.You have never changed your password since you were a child.You left the folder containing my photos on your computer.I saw the photos you took under the bed.I also saw other photos.
I was dumbfounded.She continued.
I'm sorry for violating your privacy in this way, but I'm pretty sure you're monitoring me and I want to know what you're doing.I also saw your...well...sciss spots, which were fucked on your desk, and you haven't completely cleaned it up.I know what you are doing.
I feel like I'm only a foot tall and shrinking rapidly.I wanted to sink into the ground and disappear.
Mom, I said.Those photos, did you see all the photos I took?
I've seen it all.She said.
I was immersed in this sentence.If mom had seen all the photos, she would know everything.
Mom, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I was so excited that I was so overwhelmed. When I took that picture of you on the couch, I didn’t even know what was inside. When I got back to the room, I saw it on my computer and I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. Since then, it has...sorry, really sorry.
I know, Randy.She said.You don't need to say it out.I'm not angry with you.
This surprised me.
You're not angry?I asked her.I was relieved, but was also surprised.
No, I wasn't angry.
She seemed to be preparing to say something difficult to say.
I think we should be honest with each other.I want to be honest with you.This is very difficult for me to speak.But you are an adult and I think I need to talk to you about this.
She cleared her throat.
That night, after we ran together, you took a picture of me on the sofa, and I could feel you were looking at me in a different way, as if you were secretly watching me.
She said, I noticed you looked at me after we ran together, I was doing stretching and then I looked at me in the kitchen.I've never seen you do this before.And, I have to admit that it makes me embarrassed and I enjoyed it.This made me feel like I had a long time ago. Divorce hit me hard, and since then I felt that I was old and no longer attractive.
You are my son, but you are also a handsome young man, and the look you look at me makes me feel good.I wanted to let the feeling go on, so I put on those little shorts, I didn’t wear underwear, I wasn’t going to show off…you know…the stuff down there, but I don’t want you to see either, I think I know it’s an adventure, I know you’re looking at my legs when we were sitting on the couch, and I enjoyed it.
And then on my birthday, you were so sweet.You gave me roses, you bought me a super short running suit and a bikini.In front of you, I pose in small shorts and bra, which feels funny, but at the same time it feels good.You keep taking pictures of me and telling me how good I look.
That night, I knew you were outside my door, I was using my vibrator, I thought about the look you looked at me, I heard you were outside, I guess you were masturbating, which made me climax immediately.Later, I walked into the bathroom and I saw your cum on the table in the bathroom, and you haven't cleaned it up yet.
Sorry, mom.I said.I'm really sorry.
No, she said, don't be sad.It's not just your problem.I've been teasing you since my birthday night.I wore that red bikini and wanted you to see how I looked in it.I put my panties on the bed and I think you might get one.I guessed it right, you really took it.
My mother talked endlessly, as if she was repentant.There was guilt in her voice, but not just guilt.Her tone was filled with relief and release.
That day, I was wearing a bikini by the pool and I thought you might be peeking at me at home because you didn’t come back after Tucker left.I took off my top and I had no plans to do that.I just did something crazy on the verge of impulse.Then I went into the room and thought I could catch you, but I didn't, and I didn't know you were in the room until I saw the lens cover and checked your computer.
She looked at me calmly, a little nervous, but without blame or guilt.
I was surprised by the pictures you took.I didn't expect things to develop this way.I don't know how to talk to you about this.I don't blame you, to some extent, I've been guiding you, so I have a responsibility.I think we should be honest.That's why I want this conversation.
I let everything settle down.I was surprised that mom told me she knew what I did, but I was even more surprised that she did and felt.
So do you enjoy it?I asked her.
What's the meaning?She replied.
You know I'm looking at you, I said, You know I'm masturbating outside your door, you were using a vibrator.This makes you very excited.This makes you want to show off more in front of me.And you did it.
I don't know, Randy, I...
Wait, mom, I interrupted her, you said we should be honest, okay, I'll tell the truth.I did see you.I peeked at you.I enjoyed this feeling very much.I think I'm a voyeur, you're the most beautiful mom I've ever met.I've seen you...nude, completely exposed in the last few days, which makes me excited.
Now too, I added, but you also like to show off in front of me.I can tell you even like to show off in front of Tucker in that red bikini.
Mom, I think you are an exposure maniac, I said.Or it's in your bones.
As I said this, I couldn't help but notice the thighs and cleavage exposed under my napkin as my mother twisted on the sofa.
I think you are right, she said.I admit it.I have a schizophrenia.Being seen is a stimulation for me, and I am sorry for surrendering to it when I’m with you.
Mom, I said, you don’t have to apologize.Don't say sorry.I don't know everything you just told me.I don't know you know me I'm pistol at you.I'm glad you told me.I'm sorry to spy on you secretly, but mom, I like this, I like to look at you, you're a snob, and I'm a voyeur, we're a good match.We are very good at matching.I said with a shy smile.
I don't know this, she said, this is not a normal mother-son relationship.
I don't know if this is normal, I said, but I don't think it's bad.I don't think we're doing anything wrong.
Mom rolled her eyes.
Mom, I said, I asked you: How long have you been like this?How long has it been since you had a schizophrenia?
She paused.
I think I always like to be seen, she said.
I attended a drama club when I was in school and I like to perform on stage.I'm a cheerleader, I love wearing short skirts and know people are watching me.I ran naked once in college, and my best friend and I went to Nude Beach a few times.
Dad must know this.I said.Does he know?What did he think?
That's personal privacy, Randy.She said.
Mom, I'll watch you masturbate.I saw you spread your legs.This is personal privacy.I saw your cunt.The relationship between you and me has gone beyond the scope of private.
When I said the word cunt, she was startled, but I had something to say, so I continued.
You took off your shirt in the backyard and wanted me to see you.You want me to look at your boobs.I saw it, I like it very much, and you like it too.If you say you want to be honest, then let's be honest.Tell me about you and dad, does he like it?What does he think of this part of you?Does he like you to show off?
Mom obviously thought about it for a long time before answering.
In our marriage, this didn't happen immediately, she said, very reluctant at first.
We got married at a very young age, and you were born shortly after marriage.For a long time, we put our energy on you, and your dad was very busy at work.I spent most of my twenties at home with you.But later, you grew up a little and didn’t need your father’s care, and your father wanted to show off me.Sorry, it's funny to say.Feeling very awkward.
Mom, I don't feel embarrassed.I said.Tell me, tell me.
At the beginning, we just did some small moves, such as asking me to go out in a skirt without underwear, and occasionally he would let me show it to others in the restaurant.
Then did you do it?I asked.
I did as I did.She said.
How do you like it?
I do like it.I love showing my body, which makes me excited and he is excited.He kept buying me bikinis, and it seemed that the more I bought it, the smaller it was.Then he wanted me to be naked on the beach.So we went to some beaches that weren't top-up but we felt we could take it off and I took off my tops and it made him and I excited.
Do you like to show your naked breasts in public so that everyone can see?
This is not what I want to say, but yes, I like it, and I like it, he likes it.Until a certain moment, then he didn't like it anymore and stopped.
What happened?I asked.
She took a sip of coffee.
It's embarrassing to tell you this, she said.I don't know if I should say it.
Don't do this, mom.Don't stop.I want to know.Tell me.
One day we went to the beach, about six years ago, it wasn't a naked beach, but there was an area that was blocked by some rocks, where everyone knew you could be naked and no one would bother you.So we went there and Dan let us sit on the edge of what is called the nude and non-nude areas.He spread the blankets farthest from the water so that those walking on the beach would be very close to us.Then he asked me to strip naked.He didn't take off his clothes, your dad liked the idea, he was wearing clothes, and I was naked.
Then what happened?I asked.
He asked me to spread my legs.Zhang De, so that everyone passing by can see me, see my... between my legs...
You mean your vagina, I said.Say it out, mom.Say "pupid".
My pussy, she said, he wanted people to see my pussy.He looked at me and said, "Yingjia, I want you to spread your legs and expose your vagina.I want people to see your wet pussy.'He was not obscene when he said this.He said this in the tone of the same way you said 'Hand me the potato chips'.
You like this, I said.You like to expose your vagina.
I like.I like to show my pussy like this.This made me very excited.But if I were just sitting there alone, it would feel different.What I like is that he lets me show off and I'm showing off for him.Although it sounds ridiculous, I remember how much I loved him at that moment.
What happened later?I asked.
I lay on the blanket, the sun shining on my naked body.He applied sunscreen on me and slowly applied it.I remember he putting my legs on both sides while applying sunscreen so my vagina would be exposed to the sun.Everyone passing by could see me naked, and my husband spread my legs to make it easier for them to see.We acted very calmly, as if it was no big deal, although it was really a big deal for me.I kept spreading my legs.I don't know how many people pass by us, maybe hundreds, maybe more.Everyone saw my vagina, some tried to hide the facts they saw, some quickly looked away, some didn't, some even stared wide or looked again and again.But everyone watched it.Then I had a further idea.I was showing off in front of your dad happily.So I looked at him, make sure he saw what I was doing, and I stretched my hand between my legs and spread it out.
What have you stretched out?I asked her.Say it out.Tell me everything.Say it out.
I stretched my vagina open, she said, I pushed my labia back with my fingers and pushed it to the farthest.When I took my fingers away, my labia were peeled back.Keep going, keep going.
She stopped.I can't believe I'll tell you this, Randy.She said, you must think your mother is perverted.
No, mom, I don't.I said.I don't feel it at all.I'm glad you told me this.Please continue.
She nodded slowly and continued.
After I... open myself like that, when people pass by, I see more than just my pussy. What they see is my open body. Inside my vagina. When no one passed by, I even took a small hand mirror out of my bag and placed it between my legs so that I could clearly see what I was showing off.
My vagina was wide open and you could see the depths inside. Like a wet pink tunnel. I'm not quite sure, but I feel like there's even some moisture dripping from it, just a little bit. This made me think a lot, obscene thoughts, I think, that's where my husband fucked me, his dick was stuck there, he asked me to perform here so that everyone could see where his dick was going when he fucked me.
How do you like it?I said.
I like.She said.
When she said this, her eyes were far away, as if she was not by my side, but on the beach.
I like that feeling.This is one of the most exciting feelings I have ever had.And…I don’t know what to say…it is so satisfying.I think, while this is wrong, it feels so right to sit next to Dan.
Does dad like it?I asked.Mom didn't answer immediately.
That's what's interesting and sad, she said, he doesn't like it.He doesn't like it.I crossed the line.I mean more than just the extent of exposure.He didn't like me to control myself, and he didn't like me to decide to open myself further.I think he didn't realize until that moment that it wasn't all for him, it was something I really liked, I longed for it.I think this scared him.I think when he realizes that my schizophrenia is not just about me doing what he wants to do, he will be scared and no longer sexy.He was silent after seeing me doing this, and it didn't take long before we left the beach.I felt something was wrong in the car, and I wanted to talk to him, but he didn't want to.We never did anything like that again, and that was the end of him making me show off.We never talked about this again.It was then that our marriage took a turn.Since then, our marriage has been different, and I think he looks different when he looks at me.
After she finished speaking, we sat quietly on the sofa for a few minutes.She drank coffee and I finished my orange juice.
Apart from wearing short skirts or sometimes bikini, Mom said, I have never done anything to show off since then.Until the last few days.She smiled uneasyly.
How do you think about this?I asked.What have you done these days?
Guilt, she said.But I also enjoyed it.I have to admit this.How do you think about this?How do you feel about what you said to me?
I feel good, I said, I feel much better when I hear you talk about the past.This is you.This is us.You like to be watched and I like to be watched.It excites you, I like watching you, watching you show off yourself, it excites me.
Mom, we all masturbate because you showed me your body, I can’t turn back time, I can’t stop being excited about you, I think if you are honest, you will also admit that you can’t stop me being attracted to your body, either.The only way I can stop is to move out so I won't be with you, but I don't want to do that, and I don't think you want to do that either.
She didn't speak.
Mom, I want to hear you say it.I said.Admit you want to show off yourself to me.Admit you know I like to see you, you're excited.
I admit I like to show off, she said.
Yes, I was flattered and excited to know you were looking at me.But that doesn't mean it's right.We have to set some restrictions, Randy.There must be some boundaries.I am your mother, you are my son.
I accept it.I said.I agree, I want boundaries, too.
Well, I'm very happy.So we all agree to limit our behavior, right?She asked me.
Of course, we should have restrictions.We should have boundaries.I said.But mom, we don't need to limit everything.
What do you mean?she asked, her tone full of suspicion and suspicion.
You have admitted to me that you like to show off.You're an exposure maniac.I like to see you.I'm a voyeur, I think you can say that.Let's face it, you showed me your whole body, everything, and I like it.I love looking at your body, better than anything I have ever seen.You also like it. If you want us to be honest, then be honest.You like me looking at you.This excites you.So is now.She didn't speak.
She didn't refute me.
Obviously, she was struggling with how to answer me.
I continued before she spoke.
Mom, I said, since Dad’s reaction was bad that time at the beach, you have always wanted to show yourself.I'm different from my dad.I want you to show yourself.I hope you can show yourself freely.With me, in front of me.If you think about it carefully, I am the best person to show in front of you, I will always love you, support you, I will never hurt you or reject you, we can set the right boundaries.
Mom stared at me tightly, her face full of tension and doubt.
Randy, what do you suggest us to do?she asked.
I have an idea.I said.
We can be here, right now, talk about restrictions.We can reach an agreement on what can be done and what can’t be done.We all agree to respect the boundaries we set.But first, you need to do one thing.
What's up?she asked softly.
I understood everything in an instant.
I know what I want to do;
I think this is good for both of us.
But I had to ask her to do one thing.
I know it's risky, but I have to ask her.
Mom, take off your bathrobe.
What?She said.
Take off your nightgown, I said.Take off now, sit in front of me, don't wear a bathrobe.
What is the limit?she asked.
Take off your bathrobe and I'll let you see it.I said.
I could tell from the ever-changing expression on her face, the twisted corners of her mouth and eyebrows that she was fighting my advice inside.
But she didn't struggle for too long.
My mother stared at me and reached out to untie the belt around her waist.
Then she pulled the robe back and took it off her shoulders.
She lifted her butt and took the robe off her legs.
Mom was wearing French-cut white lace panties, that's all.
Her plump and beautiful breasts were exposed.
She sat less than three feet away from me.
Her legs were placed under her feet, her butt was placed on her feet, her hands were placed on her side, and her fingertips were placed on the sofa.
She is so beautiful.
Her breasts were plump and mature, and her bikini top covered her nipples and looked a little pale.
The underwear was only an inch wide on the sides and hung high on her hips, but it was very low in the middle, revealing the upper half of the pubic bone.
I seemed to see a few golden hairs poking out from above.
My mother sat like this, staring at me dignifiedly and quietly without saying a word.
Mom, you are so beautiful.I said.
Thanks.She whispered.
Come here, I waved to her with my hands.Sitting on my lap.
Randy...
Just do it, mom.I said.I'll explain, but I want you to sit on my lap.
She hesitated for a while and walked to me.
She got off her heels, walked through the sofa, and sat on my lap.
Her legs stretched in front.
Her hands crossed on her legs.
She lowered her head, and I seemed to see her lips trembling.
I hugged her, put one hand around her shoulders, and the other hand gently placed on her waist without any sexual movements.
Mom, look at me and I said.She looked at me.We looked into each other's eyes.
I love you, I love you very much.
I love you, Randy.
I know, I say, this is part of our love, and I love seeing you like this.I hope to continue to see you like this, and I hope you continue to show myself to me.I think we will all like it.
We need to set some boundaries, so we will.My thought is: look, but don't touch it.You're going to keep being naked.
You want to show yourself in front of me, I want to watch you, I will masturbate at you all the time, you will masturbate when you do it, we can't pretend that this won't happen, so we should be honest.Maybe we can do it in front of each other, I'm happy, let's see.
But we won't have sex, I won't sleep with you, mom.In order to maintain the boundaries between us, in order not to happen, I will not touch your lower body.
Or… she started to say.
Or your asshole.I won't touch your asshole.I won't touch your tits, either.Don't touch my dick, either.
I think it's a little late, Tiger, she said, if you understand what I mean.She looked down at my thigh.
My cock was extremely hard, close to the fabric of my shorts, and I knew she felt her cock pressing against her.
In fact, my cock was pressed somewhere between her legs, probably very close to her vagina, with only a thin layer of white lace covering it.
This is different, I said.
My clothes are between us.That's why I'm still wearing shorts now.When we are like this, nothing will happen.But when I'm naked, you won't touch my dick.What do you think?I asked.
It sounds strange, Randy.She said.I don't know what to do.I don't know if this should be done.
Mom, listen to what you say.should.should.This word has nothing to do with this matter.Don't use the word "should" to think.Look at you.You sat on my lap, almost naked, my arms wrapped around you.We all want this.We did nothing wrong, deep down you know that it is not wrong, and nothing harmful happens to it.So, how about it?How about it?
Her head swayed.She was struggling with the idea.But she finally spoke.
OK, she said at the end.We can give it a try.But we must strictly limit it, otherwise it won't work.
She raised her arms and put them around my shoulders.Her nails shaved my neck lovely.This feeling is very wonderful.
I smiled and looked at my beautiful naked mother, then I kissed her.
A gentle peck on her nose.
I agree, mom, I said.
I pulled my hand back and we all looked at each other affectionately, then I approached her again and kissed her softly.
Then I gently turned her face with my hands so I could kiss her gently on her chin and then kiss her down her neck.
I heard my mother's breathing.
Then I turned her face back in front of me with my hand, we looked into each other's eyes, and I kissed her lips.
At first I kissed me very lightly, and she kissed me back.
I tried harder, and she worked harder.
Soon, we kissed each other affectionately.
I put my tongue over her lips and into her mouth, looking for her tongue.
Our tongues dance together, our open mouths pressed tightly together.
At that moment, I wanted all of her and didn't want to keep anything.
I was blinded by desire.
I've never kissed such a beautiful woman.
Do you know the magical moment when you kiss a girl for the first time?
A girl you dream of?
In that magical moment, all the new sensations surround you at the same time the smell of her mouth, the fragrance of her neck, the feeling of her waist and breasts under your desire hands?
It was like this moment, but it was ten times better than just now.
My mother is not only in my arms, but she is almost naked.
She is not a girl, she is my mom.
My hands were pressed against her smooth waist.
Her plump breasts were only a few inches away from me and were almost against my shirt.I reached out my hand and walked through her thick blonde hair.
We kissed, and kept kissing.
My hands are very careful.
I held her tightly in my arms, with my hands turning big circles on her back and shoulders, but I kept them away from between her breasts and legs.
I gestured to her legs.
Come here, mom, I said.Turn this leg to the other side of me.I want you to face me.
Mom agreed.
She straddled me.
Her legs spread apart.
I saw the thin lace strips between her legs and the exposed skin on both sides of her thin strips.
I could put my fingers under the lace strip without any effort and stroke her delicate labia.
She was very excited, I could tell that if I wanted to invade her, I don't think she would stop me.
But I didn't.
We just set some boundaries and I need to prove to my mom that I can follow them.
But within these boundaries, there are many things we can do.I continued to kiss her, affectionate and passionate.She kissed me back with equal enthusiasm, and I heard a slight moan from her mouth.
I decided to add fuel to the fire just a little bit.
I pressed my thighs tightly against her, just a little bit.
My erect penis was directly pressed against the lace-covered mons pubis between her legs.
I pushed this way several times, but it was barely enough to make her feel it, but she didn't try hard enough to make her worry that I would get out of control.
Then I felt her push back.
My cock was a thick cock, standing straight under my shorts, just an inch away from my belt.
Mom started pushing her mons pubis against my cock, and her lace panties dragged a few inches on my cock.
She pulled the mons pubis in her panties back and pushed it towards me again.
Her pushing turned into a steady and rhythmic sway, her lace-covered pussy pressing against my shorts-covered cock.
One of my hands slid towards her lower body, which was covered by lace thongs.
My other hand clutched her side.I changed my position and started pressing her down, pushing her back against the sofa.Soon, I pressed on her.
Her legs raised, squeezing my waist, and I felt her feet crossing and locking behind me.Our hips kept swaying to each other.
My lips were pressed against hers.
We don't want to get up and get some breath.
Our mouths pressed together tightly and eagerly, and our tongues danced and explored each other.
I felt her hips rubbing against me gently.
No matter what boundaries we set, we are constantly breaking through.
My hands were still on her butt, and I squeezed her butt, which was light at first, but then it increased.
My fingertips stretched forward until they were only a few inches from the crack between her buttocks and cheeks.
Just move a little forward and my fingers can wander up and down the cracks, squeeze under her thong, or tap into her asshole, or insert fingers between her vagina folds.
I want to do this.
But we have agreed on some boundaries, and although it is hard to bear it, I still hold it back.
We kissed, twisted, and grabbed each other like this, and we didn't know how long it took.
As we hugged and twisted each other on the sofa, my mother's legs were spread all the time, and her lace-wrapped vagina was tightly pressed against my hard penis, with only about a millimeter of fabric between my penis and her vagina.
She swung her body back and forth, her hips shaking on me.
But I know it's hard to believe that I didn't think about it.
Instead, I was thinking about my mother's lips, how much I longed for them, and how my mouth and lips felt against hers.
I can't kiss my mother enough.
Her tongue was stuck into my mouth and pushed my tongue backwards.
If I was all about kissing my mother, then my body was responding to the friction of my mother's vagina on my penis.
Our continuous dry fire made me on the verge of climax.
My breathing became more and more rapid, and during the gap between our kisses, I moaned: Mom, Mom.
I accelerated the speed of grinding my mother's mons pubis.
I don't care that my efforts will get my shorts covered in sticky cum.
The faster pace seemed to speed up my mother's excitement; soon, her breathing rhythm and higher moans were consistent with my rhythm.
Randy, Randy, she yelled softly.
Then, I felt the release coming, and I pushed my hips and penis forward, pushing my release needs tightly against her, making my release need come true.
Then I felt: one stream of sticky wet liquid sprayed into my shorts.
My body was trembling and almost pulled away from my mother, but she held my butt with her hands and said: Don’t stop, I’m about to arrive!A few seconds later, I felt my mother's back arching, and she felt relieved and trembled with joy.
After we finished, my body leaned against her and pressed against her.I pressed my face against her, my thin and strong chest against her plump and mature breasts.
We just lay there for a few minutes, and I don't know how many minutes we lay there.
Five minutes or ten minutes, I don’t know.
A burst of pleasure swept across my body, and I almost dozed off.
But he didn't fall asleep completely.
Despite the strong pleasure flowing in my body, I remain alert and awake.
I pulled my mother's hand away, stood up, and looked down at her.
She lay on the sofa, swinging her arms back and raised her hands over her head.
Her hair sets her face with a wild golden mane.
Her plump breasts hang on her lean, muscular breasts and shoulders.
Her lips were slightly opened and her eyes widened at me.
Standing up reminded me of the wetness under my shorts.
I unbuttoned and unzipped.
Then, I let my shorts fall to the ground and walked out of it.
I took off my shirt.
I stood naked in front of my mother.
My cock is no longer full length, but I was happy to see it still longer and thicker than usual, and as soon as it jumped out of its shorts, my mother's eyes stared at it tightly.
I bent down and picked up my shorts and used them to wipe the remaining semen from my penis.I threw my shorts back to the floor.
I stood in front of my mom again, my cock hanging about two feet from her face.She is sitting on the couch now, her face flush with my dick.She looked up and looked up at me.
I don't know what's wrong with me.I have always been eloquent, and for a while I knew what to say to the girl.
But being with my mother like this gave me confidence that I had never had before.
I stood naked in front of her, my cock swaying less than two feet from her lips, and I felt no shame, guilt or nervousness.
This feeling is right.
Just as everything is ready, I am confident about what to do and what to say.
But I can see that my mother has not fully entered the state.
I opened her desire to show her, and made her admit her desire to me.
We both cummed together, but I could tell she was nervous and not sure what we were doing, even though her body loved it.
I know, I'm sure, I want to continue with my mom.I think she would accept it if I handled it properly.I just need to keep the right pace and rhythm.
Do you like what you see?I asked her.
She smiled slightly, swung her head back and forth, and looked at my penis from both sides.Then she turned around and looked at me.
It's impressive, she said.
How about comparing to dad’s?I asked.
Naughty, your question is too aggressive.She said, this is an aspect where I have no complaints about your dad.But you might have to be a little bigger.
She smiled.Don't make a fuss.
I grinned.
Mom, this is not the place to grow bigger.My dick will only grow bigger when you take off your clothes like this in front of me.
You sound confident that I will continue to do that.She said.
I'm very confident, mom.I said, you will often take off my clothes.You want to show off to me, you want to spread your legs.You want me to take pictures of you.We want to continue kissing like we did just now, and I will do it with you again.
I said as I crouched in front of her until my face was slightly lower than hers, and gently pushed her knee away with my hands.I kept pushing them to the edge of the sofa.
The lace lace between her legs may not be more than an inch and a half wide, covering the most private details of her sexual organs, but not enough to completely cover her vulva, which protrudes cutely.
There is a clear wet spot in the center of the white lace.
I touched it with my fingers.
I started from the bottom and moved up slowly until I felt the fabric loosen slightly, where my fingers found the entrance to her vagina, which was the source of all the wetness.
Although the pressure on the fingers was light, it was enough to create a depression in her thong.
My finger pressed inward and entered the shallow nest, and the white lace tightly wrapped around my fingers.
I think, to some extent, I'm fucking my mom with my fingers now.
Randy, she said, I don't think we should have done that.
But she pushed forward and held my finger, which was slight but obvious.
I didn't break any boundaries, mom.I said, neither would I.We promised that I will abide by it.
I looked at my mother's eyes with curved eyebrows.
What about you, mom?I asked.Will you abide by our bottom line?
As I spoke, she had already started shaking herself with her fingers more noticeably, and she was staring down at what she was doing, but my question seemed to have taken her attention away from her physical needs.
She stepped back an inch, separated her lace-covered pussy from my fingers, and looked up at me.
Of course, she said.Randy, we absolutely have to follow these boundaries.
Glad we were able to agree, mom.I said.
Wait a minute, I added.
I stood up and walked to the counter where I had my phone.
What are you going to do?Mom asked.
She didn't move; she was still sitting on the edge of the sofa, her legs spread out to both sides, and her hands supported on the sofa on both sides.
I want to take a few photos of you, mom.I said.I've taken nude photos of you, but I want to record this moment between us, the first time you deliberately showed yourself to me.
I like the tension and desire that I see in her face, the struggle between yes and yes and not inside her, so far, yes and yes won, and I want to continue to maintain my advantage.
Tip the toes, I said.
She put her hands on her knees, supported her feet with her toes, and spread her legs.She shook her shoulders back and pushed her mature breasts towards me.I took two photos like this.
OK, mom, I continue.I want you to turn around and put your hands on the top of the sofa.I'm going to take a picture of your cute butt.
She turned around, her butt sweeter than I thought.
Due to years of exercise, my mother's whole body is very thin and has a clear outline, but her buttocks are still round and charming beyond my imagination.
The lace thong completely disappeared into the gap between her legs and then reappeared, connecting the horizontal strips across her waist into a long strip of inch wide.
Spread your legs a little bit, mom, I said.I know I'll let her do it often, and I know she'll do it often and will love it.
I turned from one side to the other and took a few photos of her in this position.
Turning around, sitting back on the sofa, I said.
She did as she did.
I put my phone on the floor and approached her again.
I put my hands on her knees and put them together.
Then I reached my hand on her thighs and savored the touch of the skin under her thighs with my fingers.
My fingers stopped on her white thong and I hooked my fingers around the edge of the light fabric.
What are you doingshe asked, with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
The underwear is wet, I said.Too wet you can't wear it.I want to take it off for you.Lift up now.I said it firmly, but politely.
She hesitated for a moment, but agreed.
She raised her hips slightly.
I seized this opportunity and grabbed the lace fabric and pulled it down.
She put her legs together to help me, and I pulled all the thongs off and placed them on my shorts.
Now, for the first time, my mother sat in front of me completely naked.She didn't try to hide anything.
I want you to move all the way to the edge of the sofa, I said, and then spread your legs.
Mom took a deep breath.
I could tell the uncertainty on her face, but I knew she would do it.
She did as she did.
I took out my cell phone and raised it to take a picture.
I first pointed the camera at her vagina.
Her vagina is beautiful.
Her clitoris had a trimmed golden hair, and the pink buttons poked their head timidly from the folds of the clitoris.
The inner lip of my mother's vagina is extremely thin and delicate, just like a petal.
They separated slightly, revealing a wet black slit that was uneven and barely spread, and they also hang slightly between their legs.
Her hands were placed on her knees again, and the muscles on her legs were particularly prominent when she lifted her feet with her toes.
Her breasts protruded forward, and her nipples were as bright as strawberries against the slightly dark skin.
I took several such photos for her.
I squatted on the floor while taking pictures, and even when I was focusing and capturing, I realized my cock was hanging between my legs.
I saw my mother's eyes turn to it from time to time.
After the filming, I stood up.
I came up with another idea for taking pictures.
Mom, wait here, don't move.I said.I'll be back soon.
I ran back to my room, got what I needed, and ran back to my mom, my dick jumping around my thighs along the way.
I returned to the living room, and my mom was still sitting on the sofa.
I have a SLR camera, tripod and remote control in my hand.
I quickly set up the camera about 10 feet away from the sofa in front of my mother.
Randy, she said, what are you doing?
I want to take a picture of both of us, mom.I said.I want to keep this moment.
After setting the camera, I walked to the sofa and moved behind my mother. My penis touched her butt and started to harden again, but I had to ignore it for the time being.
I put my hand on my mother's waist and lifted her up and placed it on my legs.
Randy said mom.I could tell that she was worried that my hardened penis would approach her uncovered vagina.
Don't worry, mom, I'll say it quickly.It's time to watch the movie now.
I took out the remote control in my hand.
I'll say to you.I'll command, you'll take pictures.
I first let her sit on my lap and we both sit together and smile at the camera, I freed up my hands and placed them on my mother, I put one on her hips and the other on her belly, just under her breasts.
She took the photo.We took a few more photos.
Mom exposed herself and took photos, which made me feel more erotic.Every time she pressed the remote, she was sure that she wanted to show her wish in front of me.
I put my hands around her waist and pulled her to me until my back rested on the back of the sofa.
I used my other hand to spread her legs until her knees bent upwards and her legs spread to their maximum.
I wanted her to know that when she pressed the remote, she was completely exposed to my camera.
She pressed it several times.
We took several photos like this, some of which were us smiling at the camera, and some of which were her head turning towards me, and we kissed affectionately in front of the camera.
Finally, we finished filming.I took the remote from her and placed it on the edge of the sofa.I kissed her a few lightly, on and around her mouth.
At this time, my penis was extremely hard.
Her posture of riding on my legs made her pussy open, just an inch or two away from my thick cock.
My mother and I were on the edge of the cliff.
It's easy to jump down, and it's easy to fall down.
I want to possess her whole body, but I won’t do that, anyway, it won’t work today.
I made an agreement with her and we set boundaries, and I don’t know how long those boundaries will last or if I want them to last.
But I know that if I don't want to mess it up, I have to stick with it now.
Mom said nothing.She was still sitting on my lap, her eyes staring at my face, her open pussy pressing fragilely against my hard cock.
I took every effort to pick up my mother gently, moved it under the sofa, and left her.
She opened her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.
I put a few fingers on my face next to her lips.
It's okay, mom.I said.all is well.
I stood up, then turned around and held my mother in my arms.I carried her to my chest, her arms around my neck.Mom's eyes widened in surprise.
You're lighter than I thought.I said.
I hugged my mother and walked towards her bedroom.
I walked slowly and steadily, letting her know that it was not difficult to carry her.
I gently placed her on the bed, and she leaned against it.
She placed her arms beside her, and she lay quietly on the bed, glittering in the morning light that penetrated through the window.
She was waiting to see what I was going to do.
I smiled at her and said: It’s time to put on my clothes.Then I walked away.
I know I need more willpower to do this.But I know, I have to do that.
I want mom, I don't just want to see her or take pictures of her.
I long for her, I long for her, I need her.
But I have to deal with this correctly or I will lose her.
I walked back to the living room naked.
I got my shorts and shirt back, and my mom's thong.
I packed up my photography equipment and went back to the bedroom to close the door.
My mom and I started something.
But we all have bottom lines.
I agree not to cross the line with her.
I stood naked in the room, determined that no matter how difficult it was, I would not break my promise to her.
But the boundaries can be changed.
Through time, persuasion and agreement, they can be changed.
I have a feeling that no, I know that the line between me and my mom will change over time.
I want my hot mom, completely and completely.I'm determined to have her.
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