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Mothers Memories

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When I woke up Saturday morning, it was already 10:30 am and my mother had already left for her morning errands which no doubt will take all day. Wiping the sleep out of my eyes, adjusting my boxers, I went downstairs to make my breakfast.

Sitting in the kitchen, I looked at the boxes left unopened after my mother and I moved to the Seacoast of New Hampshire after her divorce. One box was labeled “Old Memories” putting my tongue in my cheek I got up and went to the box, I truly had no clue what was put in the box. Opening the box, there was a book on top, wrapped in blue leather with purple etching the word “Boudoir” on it. Rubbing the dust off the top I walked over to the couch and opened the cover. Inside was a note, in cursive in my mother’s handwriting:

“I pray Daddy doesn’t see this, but I had to do something to earn a little money in college. At least I’ll have the memories.”

What was she talking about I wondered, her family was wealthy, why would she have to some extra work? Turning the page I would soon find out. The first photo was my mother, laying on a bed, flashing her bright smile, flawless blue eyes, small diamond studs in her ears, and bright blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail save for a few strands over her right eye. She was wearing a baby blue t-shirt, that had a plunging neck line with a bow on the top, further down wearing a sheer white thong, hugging her perfect hips and disappeared between her plump ass cheeks leading to her perfect legs with her feet crossed at her ankle, wearing fresh white slouch socks. I felt my boxers tighten in my groin, the book sitting on my lap, pulsed up lightly, my mother was always absolutely beautiful in my mind, but clearly she can’t or doesn’t age. These photos were taken in 1988, 8 years before I was born when she was 20 years old. Continuing to look through the book, I found more and more photos and short little captions that drove my mind crazy. Lifting up slightly, I pulled my boxers down my legs, letting my cock spring free. Wrapping my free hand around my base, I slowly stroked myself to the images of my mother. Instinct should tell me to stop, and really, I did not plan to find these images, but how could something expressly forbidden feel so intoxicatingly esenyurt otele gelen escort good?

Another thought went through my hormone raging mind, does my mom still wear panties like that? Well there’s only one way to find out, taking the book with me, I walked to my mothers room, and I was pleasantly surprised. Not only does my mother wear sexy little high waisted panties like the photos, she keeps with the time, and wears thongs still today. Looking on her carpeted floor, I saw a little lace purple thong. Picking up the fabric, it was still warm, worn from the day before. My hard cock, throbbing incessantly, I brought the thong up to my face while flipping to the first photo of my mother and inhaled lightly of her forbidden sex. My feeling of ecstasy fueled excitement was short lived, hearing a familiar stunned and annoyed voice behind me.

“Tyler Matthews! What on earth do you think you are doing!” I jumped, realizing what I was doing and there was no way to hide it. I tried to drop her thong to the book, but I turned around, her worn thong was still in my hand, her stature shifted as she walked towards me, clearly agitated.

“Are those my panties?” She asked me, with a tone of disgust and curiosity.

I nodded weakly, unsure of what was to follow. Now within steps of me, I looked at her again as I have before, but the images of her photos behind me flooded my mind. I felt her eyes tracing my body, from locking her eyes into mine, the darted over my body. I watched her bite her lips softly, and tried to break her sly grin. Her hand reached mine, taking her thong out of my hand, wrapping them around her finger.

“What were you doing with these?” She asked me curiously.

“Smelling them.” I finally found my voice.

“Do you like my little thongs?” She asked me, her tone finally softened, and sweet.

I nodded. Watching her eyes find the book behind me. Her head nodded lightly in affirmation. Her hair color, darkened lightly, her natural curls, flowing free, he soft red lips, full with a light coat of lipstick. Dressed in a flannel, tank top and skinny jeans with boot socks up to her knees. She was quite beautiful even now, she esenyurt rus escort should have been a model in my mind.

She took another half step to me, her toes pressed right up to mine. My cock had softened after being surprised but still throbbed. I watched hand subconsciously reach over and start to wrap her little fingers around me.

“Honey,” She started to say. She stepped on her toes and pressed her lips against my cheek, leaving small baby kisses trailing to my lips. Pressing her lips against mine, I felt my mind spin, she pushed her hand on my chest, sitting me on her bed while she continued to stroke me.

“This is wrong.” She found her words again.

“But if you can be smart then maybe we can enjoy this game experience.” She finished with a ear to ear grin.

Pushing her book away from us, she stepped back and turned her back to me taking her flannel off, and tank top before turning around, showing off her, red, lace and floral patterned bra with a front clasp. I felt my jaw drop in awe watching her jiggle her breasts back and forth. Walking back to me, sitting on my lap while she kissed me.

“First I’m going to tease you though.” She giggled, pressing her tongue between my lips swirling around mine before slinking between my parted legs, licking and kissing along my shaft and heavy full balls. Soft groans of pleasure left my lips from her explosive tease. Getting up lightly, she unbuttoned and took her jeans off her legs, all that remained was her matching red thong. Hooking her thumbs in her waistband, she peeled her thong off showing off her trimmed bush dangling the warm fabric over my face.

“Does this one smell better?” She grinned at me more, dropping the thong on my face flicking her tongue over my head. The thong felt warm, a wet spot had formed when she was wearing it. Her fresh scent of intoxicating sex filled my nose. The sounds of her sucking and slurping over me filled the room. Her soft moans vibrates over me, intensifying the feeling of pleasure. I flight back the urge to release my load.

“Do you like this sweetie?” She whispered as she flicked her tongue over me.

“yes I do. Now how about I return the feeling.” I said esenyurt türbanlı escort smiling and sitting up.

Switching spots with her, I watched her spread her legs eagerly, rubbing her hands over her wet slit. I lifted her feet over my shoulders and left a trail of kisses and soft bites down her inner thigh, listening to her breaths deepen, I paused when I got to her slit, looking up at her with lust in her piercing blue eyes, she nodded her head and pulled my head closer to her pussy, eagerly burying my face between her thighs. Sucking her lips, and flicking my tongue over her clit, I eased two fingers inside her warm, tight, pussy.

“Ungh.” I heard her squeal softly, as I continued to finger her soaked slit.

“Don’t stop baby.” Her hips rocked and ground against my face, her thighs squeezing my skull, lapping at her wet pussy to a other worldly orgasm, covering my face with her sweet juices. Her breathing relaxed for a moment, her fingers ropes over her nipples, her face flushed red, loose strands of her blonde hair matted to her sweaty forehead. Using a Come here motion with her finger, I crawled up to her, beads of her cum remained on my lips, my cock hung heavy between my legs, a river of precum oozed out of me. She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and cupped my cheek pulling me in for a wet and passionate kiss, wrapping her legs around my waist, locking her ankles.

“I want you to fuck me baby.” She whispered in my ears. Pushing my head gently inside her wet hole, I groaned softly, her ankles pulled me in and I sank my entire length inside her with one slow deep stroke. Feeling her walls stretch and tighten around my length, her eyes fluttered slightly and rolled back in her head.

“Yes baby!” She whimpered, squeezing and pulling her double-D breasts with each slow, deep stroke I made. Pressing my lips against hers, biting her lower lip and pulling softly as I did, moaning in her mouth while I did what she asked. Pumping myself inside her, I felt her walls tighten around my shaft again, milking every drop of incestuous cum from my balls. I managed a few more deep strokes before collapsing on top of her, spurting ropes of incestuous cum deep inside her pussy, filling her up while she came again, her body rocking through her second orgasm. My cock still hard, pulsing inside her flooded pussy, I made soft little pumps watching her breasts jiggle and a smile form from her lips.

“Kiss me you fool.” She pulled my shaft out of her pussy, cum leaking and dripping down her crack. Laying my head on her breasts, her hand running through my hair.

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