How I became a motherfucker

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How I became a motherfucker
Yes, I am a motherfucker. I love to fuck my mum. Love to shoot a load in her. Like to lick her fat hairy cunt. I do her every single day. At least once. But it wasn’t always like that. Like every love relationship it had to develop. We had to accept our desires for each other. Had to free our minds from the stigmata society put on us.
So it all started when is was eighteen years old. Mum and Dad Split up. The reason for it, dad ran away with an eighteen year old girl who was working at the dinner, next to his office building. Not that she was pretty, or really good looking, it was just his thing. Those young, easy impressible girls. Did the same thing before. With my mum. Planted his seed in her when she was barely legal. And about half his age. That dirty old pervert. Likes to stick his dick into young, fresh cunts.
So he ran off, but he was nice to mum and me. Left us enough money to pay the bills, more than that, he gave us more money than we could spent in the following decades. Even if we tried. So my mum and me hadn’t to worry about anything. We had our house, we had our lives and we went on. In the beginning it was hard for my mother. Being alone, no husband around, she cried a lot. Cried herself to sleep every night. Cursed my dad when she thought I couldn’t hear her. I understood her. Sometimes I went up and tried to comfort her. But she sent me away. Wanted to left alone. I did as I was ordered. Always followed and will follow my mum. I am a good boy. She tells my that, every time when I pump a load of my love juice in her wet pussy.
Me, I lived my life. Graduated from school. Went on search for a job. Planned for a year, or maybe two of working before I entering a college of my choice. No problem to find something suitable. With dad’s treasure in my backhand, I could basically attend at every school imaginable. And also, no need to hurry to find a job. So most of the time I just hanged out. Was still a virgin at the time. An eighteen year old. Jerked of a lot. Up to ten times a day. Yes, I am a really horny bastard.
After a while, rubbing my boner wasn’t doing the trick any more. It took me a while to overcome my shyness. Die it step for step. Talked with the women in my neighborhood. Changed into seducing them over them. Began to chase them after some time. Only one simple goal in mind: Fuck them. As often as possible. As many of them as possible. Quantity over quality. Didn’t cared (and still don’t give a shit) if they were beautiful, young or good looking. As long as the good a whole between their legs, I tried to stick my dick in. And what I discovered was a paradise: Bored stay at home moms. Old grannies. And from time to time their young daughters and granddaughters. Once I even fucked all three generations in one day.
And they did everything with me: From simple blow jobs to cuffing me and keep me imprisoned for a few days. All that happened when their Husbands were gone to work, on a work trip or just hunting over the weekend. So I had no time to look for a job. Had something better do. And I earned a reputation: If you are horny, call him. He will come and fuck you. Stick his always horny bahis şirketleri big hard dick in you. Until you are done. Your pussy tells you that she has got enough.
While I was practically living in paradise. Living a long dreamed dream, Mum hadn’t it that easy. When she was over dad, she started to date again. Not an easy task to do in your mid thirties. Most people are engaged. Having their families. Still to fresh and new to get divorced. So she had to deal with the leftovers. Or date younger ones. Older ones where out, after what dad did to her. So every Friday she pulled a sexy dress over her beautiful body: Her big fat tits nearly dangling around free. Her big round belly covered skin tight. Her round bubble but standing out on his own. And her long, plump feet only covered by dark pantihose. Her dress nearly short enough to uncover her hot panties. She was a tall, big beauty. A women with a lot to show of. I liked her look. But it was my mum. She was off the grid. Not doable. You don’t fuck your own mum. Don’t jerk of to her. She is the women that gave you birth. How young and naive I had been.
Even when she dressed up like described before, no one fucked her. Like she was cursed. No one took her in his bed. No one licked her beautiful, hairy cunt. No one even tried to stick his cock in her. Blow a load on her beautiful face. Cover her long dark hair with cum. Look in her beautiful blue eyes while she sucked his cock. Alls he wanted, was to get fucked. I am sure about that, because she told me. More than once. We don’t have any secrets from each other any more.
So two persons in a different state of mind lived in the same house, together and each on its own. Me, lucky as hell. More willing pussy that I was able to handle. Had to plan my week in advance: Tuesday, nine to eleven. Fucking the hot fat sixty five year old lady three houses up the street. Eleven to eleven thirty: Changeover. So my days were filled to the brim. In the evenings I was at home. Hadn’t got the time, the will and the power to keep some non sex related relationships to other people. I just Relaxed. Regained my strength. Watched TV. Played computer games. And spend some time with my lonely mum. Even helped her finding new guys to date. We both plagued the internet with her, and some hot pictures of her. Taken by me. No, nothing pornographic. Not at that moment in time.
So we got friends, mum and me. Started to appreciate each others company. Even started to get out together for dinner, go to the cinema or watch some of our favourite bands entering a stage. We had the same taste in music. So you could say, we spend some quality fun time together. We grew found of each other. Had interesting conversations. Shared lots of interests. After a while, we only split on date nights: Me with some young girl. She with guys every guy that said yes. I fucked a lot of those girls. And sometimes even their mothers. And not as often as I liked their grandmothers.
Mum came back home alone. Always. Drunk and frustrated. I often had to nurse her hangover the next day. Or carry her drunk body into her bed. Once she moaned something barely hear able: “If you weren’t my son. freebet veren siteler If you only weren’t my son…”
Yes, in that point in time we where still influenced, or better said controlled by the laws our society put on our shoulders: You don’t fuck your mum. Or, you don’t fuck your son. You ignore the desire. Keep it all on a professional level. And we did that. As long as we could.
So there I was. My nineteenth birthday still lying ahead. All I did was chasing fuck bunnies and spending nice, interesting quality time with my mum. We grew closer and closer. An affiliation deeper, more sexual than the usual love between mother and son developed. We started to check each other out. Started to stare at each others bodies. Touch each other at every possibility. But we still lived our own lives. Me fucking around like a maniac. She looking for the new mister right. Not knowing that she already lived in the same house with him.
It was on a Wednesday evening. A day I will never forget. I came back home from my usual fuck around. My dick still dripping with sperm and pussy juice. And there she was. Sitting on the sofa in front of the TV. Naked. Her cloths on the floor next to her. A beer in her hand. The sound of a porn film filling the room. My heartbeat went up. Embarrassment shot in my head. Said sorry for the interruption. But she told me to sit down beside her. Pulled me close to her. Our bodies touching each other.
She told me a story. Told me, that the women at the barber shop were talking about how it was being fucked by a stud living in the area. How he fucked their cunts as soon as their husbands and c***dren left the house. But when she asked who he was, no one said anything. No one answered the simple question: Who is the pimp? The fucker? The stallion? It took her a while to figure out. Putting the clues together. It was her own flesh and blood, her own son they were talking about.
At first she thought how terrible it was. Her son. A gigolo. Fucking everything. But after a while she started to like it. Even got a bit proud of me doing every women around. Sicking my dick in every willing hole. Without their husbands knowing. And she let her fantasy go. Imagined me getting down on the whole female neighborhood. It turned her unfucked cunt into a deep, wet ocean. When I was out, during the day, she started to masturbate on a single image in her head: Her son fucking around. Fucking the women she knew, lived next door for eighteen years. After a while she fantasized about me, her son, filling up her holes. Fucking her hard. Shooting my semen in her. At first it was just a perverted thought to get her of. After a while she grew found of it. Started to like it. Wanted more. The real thing.
And now there we are. In the moment, in the night that changed my whole life. Forever. Until now. While telling me her story, my mum moved her hand between my legs. At first I tried to resist. Didn’t want to turn that nasty little fantasy into reality. Tried to keep to the stigma: Not with your mum. But After a while I gave up. Unzipped my trousers, pulled them down and there he stood: After a day full of fucking, deneme bonusu veren siteler about blown out loads of sperm, I got rock hard again. Had an erection like I never had before. Every vein nearly popped out. I was afraid that my dick would explode. But the flesh kept together and stayed hard. The touch of her soft fingers gripping around my shaft nearly turned me insane. She gently stroke my cock. While doing that, she turned around, whispered a few words in my ear: “It is okay, son. Relax. Enjoy yourself.”
I will never forget that seven simple words. Even got them tattooed over my belly. It was the moment when everything started. And about a minute later, mum still stroking my dick, gentle, with feeling in it, I had my first i****tuous orgasm. I moaned, my whole body shock under the impact and very big load shot out of my dick hole. And to my surprise, something new happened: My cock stayed hard. The orgasm didn’t throw me down, it me hotter eager for more: It was in that moment, that I realized, I want to fuck my mum. Fuck until she had enough. Doing that simple little thing that no one did to her for a far too long time.
So I grabbed her big beautiful tits. Played with them. Sucked her nipples. Like I did when I was a tumbler. She fell for it. Started to moan a little. I worked my way downwards. Played with her big beautiful belly. My mind went nuts. Before heading down deeper, the thought of going were I once came out drove the biggest “you are doing something totally perverted and wrong” shiver through my whole body. And mum did nothing against it. She embraced it all: Come, little boy. Lick my hairy dirty cunt. Go where you had only been once in your life before. And I did it. Opened her legs, worked my way through her fat legs, kissed them, pulled her belly away and stuck my tongue into her hairy, smelly cunt. It made me so horny, that I had to keep myself from shooting another load. It tasted like heaven. And mum got on it. She really got on it. Her body vibrated. Sexual tension filled the air. I kept on going for while. Enjoyed it. Lost every last restrain in my head. Yes, I am going to fuck my own mum.
While liking her clit I drove a finger, than a second and a third one in her pussy. Gave her the all around service. Until the first orgasm drove through her body. She moaned like hell. But wasn’t calling out for god. Not now. So I kept on going. Pleasured her as good as I could. And then he it came. She signaled me to stop. She wanted to get fucked. I was looking for a condom to pull over. But she said no. She wanted to feel my sperm shooting in her. Feel it dripping out of her fucked cunt. And the thought of it made me hot. So I drove my dick in her: Gently first, then harder and deeper. She moaned. Her nails buried deep in my back. Her fat body wobbled after every thrust I gave her. We both lost ourselves. And then we climaxed. Both in the same moment, at the first time. Amazing.
And then it was over. Our first time. My first time with mommy. After the sexual tension was away, we both couldn’t look each other in the eyes. We weren’t at that special point where we could fuck each others brains out without feeling any guilt about it. So we both left the room. Without talking a single word. Both of us still shivering. It needed time until we got used to it. Accepted our true feelings for each other. Finding nothing to condemn in it any more. But I will never forget the best first time I ever had.

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