“Moms Dark Room” r

Mom’s Dark Room r

I had wanted to have sex with my sexy mom for a long time. She was so sexy to me. She was tall, long hot legs, big nice tits 36c, dark hair, and I had seen her hot looking dark bush, peeking at her a many times. She had such natural beauty that you would have to see to believe. I was use to having my buddy’s stare at her and get boners. She knew she was beautiful and she too, was use to having men look at her.

She had lot’s of men to chose from, but at home, she picked me to tease. She had sensed I had the hots for her for a long time. I was the only one she could be herself around, and she loved to tease me with her sexy ways. She knew just how to make me get a boner and loved doing it.

She knew I wanked thinking about her and that made her tease me more. “Did you sleep good last night?…I heard noises coming from your room, late last night.” she would say. She knew I had wanked about her and would tease me and try to get me to admit it. “Tell me about your dream last night dear, was it a good one?” I would give her silly answers, like I had dreamed about monster trucks or something. She would get behind me and say….”…MOM-ster trucks, did you say?”, and then poke me in the ribs.
I got to pay her back though. She was ticklish, and I would chase her through the house and corner her. She would get weak laughing, and I took advantage of that. My tickling her got me a feel of her tit’s a little, and any other place I could feel.
She would come close to letting me feel her, but not quite.

I would come up behind her and hug her while wrapping my arms around her. She always gasp…a little and then let me feel her tummy all around. She would let me do this for a while, as I could hear her breathing increase. I knew she was getting turned on. I was as tall as her. I would whisper in her ear and tell her how beautiful she was, how she smelled good, how her skin was so soft. I listened to her heart speed up and her breathing get heavier and heavier. She would put her hands on mine and feel my hands move around her tummy, slowly working them lower and lower on her. She would jump slightly as I went lower. I would feel her pull my hands up slightly but I would keep going to push her to her limit. If she pulled firm, I would move them up to just under her tits, and work them up, feeling the under side of her bra. She let me go further up there and I would end up rubbing the undersides of her bra real good with my hands.

By now she was panting and had closed her eyes. She would lean her head back on me. I was making her hot, and we both knew it.

We lived just the two of us, dad died when I was little. I don’t think she had any good sex in along time.

One evening she was standing up in the living room just looking out the window. I started my same routine with her. This time she let me go further with her tits though. This time she had no bra on, short shorts, and tiny pull over top. She leaned her full body back on me, feeling my boner in her butt crack. She was really breathing heavy that evening. I keep going on her tits until I was feeling half of her tits with edge of my hands around her. She squirmed a few times, but did nothing to stop me. It was just getting dark and we had no lights on yet. She put her hands on mine as usual, but this time she guided them up to a full feel of her naked tits for me under her little top. Now my boner really stuck out and she leaned back firmer on it. It got darker and darker in the house.

She then leaned up and took me by the hand to the den. She had black out curtains in there for her old photo hobby. She shut the door and It was pure black in there now. I felt around for the couch as she led me to it, and laid me down on it. She laid down beside me, put her arms around my neck and started to whisper very quietly in my ear to me:

(“….what happens in this room, stays in this room. I like it this way, because we’ll have no visual memory of anything that happens in here. Just the memory of things that are felt and heard, do you understand?”…) I quietly whispered: ’yes.’ (“…you and I both, have wanted each other for a very long time, and we both know it, and now we’re going to do just that…. , but only…. ‘my way‘, Ok?”) I whispered “ok.” She got up and pulled me to stand up and began to undress me.
I couldn’t see anything, but I felt her fingers unbuttoning my shirt. I reached over and pulled her top up and off with my jittery hands. I felt her undo my belt and pants, She sat me down as she pulled my pants, shoes, and socks off. I reached out and felt her shorts and unbuttoned them. I felt her sweet legs as I pull them down. She must have stepped out of them. Next I felt her panties. I slowly pulled them down and off. She played with my hair as I felt her pubic hair in front of my face. I pulled her closer to me. I could smell her sweet perfumed pussy. I felt her spread her legs apart. My one hand held her ass cheeks as my fingers went between her legs, feeling her wetness. My other hand started feeling the warm pubic hair on her pussy and found her clit. She jumped a little as I massaged it. Her hands kept running her fingers thru my hair and I could hear her breathing really increasing. I slipped two fingers in her very wet pussy and felt the slick passage. I felt her step closer and pull my face to her clit. I stuck my face in her pussy and licked her clit. I heard a big moan as her hips jumped a little. I started licking around her clit. She moaned and started moving her pussy back and forth on my tongue.

(‘I thought about what was happening…

I was in a new heaven. All the years of wanting to have sex with my mom were starting to happen.