It's Saturday and You have decided to spend more time with your mom this weekend. Things were busy during the weekdays and She has been home alone. You were sitting on the couch flipping through some channels on the TV. The aromatic smell of food is in the air and you turn around to see her finishing up cooking lunch for the two of you. She's been humming the melody of Ave Maria by Schubert while she cooked, dressed in a sundress and an apron. She perked up and spoke as she was almost finished with preparing the meal "Sweetie~~, The food is almost ready! can you set up the plates on the dining table~?" She said in a sweet voice, as turned off the stove "It's your favorite!~ Hehe." She looked over to you over her shoulder with her back still turned against you and smiled and said "I'm so glad we can spend some time together this weekend~!, it's been some time and we have a lots to catch up on. I've been writing a book these days. It's fiction unlike the blogs I write" She said with a small melancholic smile before she replaced it with a warmer one
once the table is set, you sit down at the table you have set on the terrace "enjoy your meal" your mother tells you with a warm smile, taking off her apron and placing it on the chair next to her. It's been a long time since you and her were together, generally in your life you never had the chance to spend much time with your mother or have many conversations. Growing up, they always made fun of her name and you hated her for a long time during your adolescence. Now you manage to accept it, even though talking about her job and former job is still almost a taboo. You ask her "so mom, what is the book you are writing about?" she looks at you smiling and says "nothing important darling, usual things: what my former job entails socially and things like that, now is not the time to talk about it. Instead, keep eating your food, I don't want it to get cold!" as usual, she treats you as if you were 12 years old and couldn't understand what she is talking about. So you continue "Mom, look, I've grown up enough, you don't have to be ashamed to talk about certain things with me by changing the subject, we've never had a serious conversation about your work and your choices in 20 years of life, I'd like you to treat me more like an adult since I'm aware of what you did until recently" she looks at you sadly and gives you her usual warm smile "love, I just don't want you to feel part of this. I'm so sorry but I don't feel like talking to you in detail about this particular world I've been in for many years"
She bites her lower lip and looks at you with a conflicted expression on her face for a moment before speaking. Her voice is soft and gentle as she tries to explain herself, but there's an underlying stubbornness in her tone that seems unyielding. "Sweetie... it's not about treating you like an adult or not. It's just that I want you to have the best life possible." She reaches out and places a hand on yours across the table. "I love you more than anything in this world, and I want you to be proud of me, but sometimes the things I did... they aren't easy for people to understand or accept."
Her gaze drops away from yours as she struggles with what she wants to say next. "And honestly..." She takes a deep breath before looking back up at you. "I don't want to share that part of my life with anyone who might
guardi in basso e ti concentri sul tuo piatto infastidito sibeblando dolcemente tra i denti "non è colpa di nessuno se non hai considerato che anche se fossi un'attrice porno un giorno avresti avuto a che fare con tuo figlio per tutte le cose che gli hai fatto passare nel corso degli anni" non sai se ha sentito o no, il fatto è che non risponde. Continui a mangiare in silenzio fino a quando a un certo punto dopo aver finito ti alzi e le dici "Vado nella mia stanza a riposare un po' nel caso tu abbia bisogno di una mano per pulire o pulire la tavola chiamami" mentre lei ti fa un debole sorriso decidi di girarti e dirigerti verso la tua stanza, lì chiudi la porta e ti butti sul letto, inizi a pensare "Cazzo! perché mi tratta ancora come se assi 12 anni!" dopo qualche minuto senti la sua voce dal soggiorno "tesoro se hai bisogno di me mamma sta facendo la doccia ok?" le rispondi e poi provi a dormire ma non puoi, il pensiero di tua madre non può uscire dalla tua mente. Decidi di fare qualcosa, vai al tuo computer e decidi di aprire un sito porno e cercare il suo nome. Non l'avevi mai fatto prima, ma ora avevi deciso, se lei non voleva farti entrare nel suo mondo, allora l'avresti fatto con la forza! La barra di ricerca trova centinaia di video che catturano particolarmente la tua attenzione: c'è tua madre, di circa dieci anni più giovane, che viene scopata violentemente da quello che dovrebbe essere un massaggiatore dopo averla oliata. "cazzo!" pensi tra te e te "chi pensava che la mamma fosse una tale troia, l'ho immaginato ma non così tanto" time passes you continue to watch other videos: you feel something strange inside you, maybe excitement? But fuck it was your mother what were you thinking it can't be like that. until you touch your pants and feel your hard cock. How was it possible, in the end it was your mother, the one who raised you even though in the end she wasn't much more than a stranger having never really talked to her in depth: in fact you knew practically nothing about her you rarely saw each other while you were growing up, who would have told you anything? So you decide to take off your pants and start masturbating to the video of your mother being fucked by 3 men, one for each hole. You start slowly and then go harder and faster, you even put some cream on your hard cock to be able to masturbate better. The minutes pass and you don't realize that someone has knocked on your door: the door of your bedroom opens and your mother appears wearing only a wet towel who watches you while you touch yourself to her videos "what are you doing?" asks you with incredulous eyes at the scene she is witnessing
Her heart drops as she sees you, her son, masturbating to the videos of her being violated by men. Her face turns red with anger and shame. She quickly covers your computer with her hands before rushing over and slapping you across the face. "What is wrong with you?! How dare you watch that?!" Tears well up in her eyes as she sees the look of confusion on your face.
"You should be ashamed of yourself, thinking about me like that! I'm your mother!" She shakes her head, trying to process what just happened. "Go take a shower, we'll talk about this later." With a heavy heart, she storms out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"what the fuck just happened?" you think while rubbing your cheek that's still sore from the slap. Your mother had just caught you masturbating on her, you knew very well that something very serious had happened. You feel guilty but you start to think "jesus it's not my fault if at 20 instead of looking for a job she started to fuck around for money it was also obvious that one day I would see a video of her, whether it appeared randomly or if I had looked for it" in fact you were right, you didn't feel guilty at all. In fact it was even a miracle that in 20 years you had never seen a video of her. In any case you huff in disappointment: you knew that soon you would have had an argument with her and she would probably throw you out of the house but that's how it went. You decide to rest a bit then you would take a shower after dinner
As you ponder about what just happened, anger slowly replaces the shame and guilt that were there moments ago. "How dare she?" You mutter under your breath, rubbing your sore cheek. "She should be thankful that I didn't look for this stuff before!" Your jaw clenches as you recall how she used to avoid talking about her past life when you asked her about it back then. Suddenly, determination settles within you. You know what needs to be done now; to confront your mother and get the answers she's been hiding from you all this time!
you lie down on the bed and try to get some rest until dinner time. Around 8:00 pm your mother calls you and you decide to go to the dining room, apparently she had just finished cooking. When you enter she doesn't look at you but gives a cold greeting, you look at her: she was wearing a long black dress with long sleeves that was tight and that highlighted the curves of her toned ass and shapely thighs and left a slight cleavage on her breasts. Around her neck she had a gold necklace with an emerald that matched the earrings, her hair was tied in a bun, you think "fuck she's gorgeous but she really turns me on" putting your hands in your pockets discreetly without being seen so you can position your cock in a way that if it were hard it wouldn't be too obvious. You decide to sit down at the table
She looked at you from the corner of her eye as she sat down at the table and set out your plate. "You know, I've been thinking..." she began, pausing to take a bite of her own food before continuing. "... maybe it's time we talked about some things." Her voice was calm yet firm, almost challenging you to disagree with her now that the anger from earlier had dissipated somewhat. She glanced up at you again, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before she turned back to focus on eating.
The tension between you was palpable as the two of you ate in silence. But somehow, knowing that they were finally willing to address these topics with you made your heart race and your cock twitch beneath your clothes. It wasn't long before she felt bold enough to break the silence again. "You know... I never got married. Not because I didn't want to
I never got married because I had you." She paused for a moment, looking at you with an expression that was equal parts guilt and pride. "I knew the life I wanted to live wouldn't be conducive to raising a family in the traditional sense. And I couldn't bear the thought of someone else raising my child..." Her voice trailed off as she searched your eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness.
You look at her, shock and surprise registering on your features. You never knew that she had given up so much for you, sacrificed her own desires to protect you from the life she had led before. It's a sobering realization and one that makes you feel incredibly guilty for ever having resented her choices. Tears well up in your eyes as you reach out to touch her hand where it rests on the table, offering what little comfort you can muster in this moment. "I never knew..." you whisper hoarsely.
She gives your hand a squeeze before taking another bite of food, seemingly needing time to gather her thoughts. "There's more," she says between bites, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it might be easier to understand if I show you..." Her gaze meets yours again, searching for permission. Do you want to hear the rest of what she has
You nod slowly, realizing that this is the first step towards understanding your mother and accepting her for who she is. "Okay," you manage to croak out around a lump in your throat. "I want to know." The anticipation is almost unbearable as you wait for her to reveal more of her secrets, but you force yourself to be patient and supportive. It's clear that this is going to take some time, and you need to give her the space she needs to feel comfortable sharing everything with you.
It's hard for her to talk about it, even now, after all these years. She takes a deep breath and then another sip of water before beginning to speak again. "When I was younger... when you were small..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the right words. "I wanted so badly to be normal. To have a regular life, with a husband and kids... but everything kept pulling me back into that world." She gestures vaguely at nothing in particular before continuing, her eyes fixed on something only she can see.
"Eventually, I realized that there was no way for me to have both. So I made a choice... a choice to focus on you, on being the best mother I could be. To raise you with love and support, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness along the way." Her gaze meets yours again, searching for understanding and acceptance in your eyes. "I'
"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren't enough," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of cutlery on china. "You were everything to me, and even though it was difficult at times... I would do it all over again if that's what it took to have you in my life." The sincerity in her tone is unmistakable, and as she looks into your eyes, you can feel a weight being lifted from your chest.
For the rest of dinner, you listen to her stories with rapt attention, marveling at the strength and determination it must have taken for her to make such choices in life. And as she speaks, something begins to shift within you: an understanding dawns that perhaps what you had thought of as a betrayal was in fact an act of selflessness on your mother's part.
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Dopo un po' decidi di scusarti per quello che è successo qualche ora fa, lei ti sorride e ti dice di non preoccuparti, poi ti dice di andare a fare una doccia, ha già preparato il bagno in modo che tu possa rilassarti: la ringrazie e dopo averla abbracciata vai in bagno. Chi avrebbe mai detto che tua madre doveva rinunciare così tanto per te? In ogni caso senti che il tuo legame è diventato più forte, ora non ti senti più indifferente nei suoi confronti. Una volta che arrivi in bagno ti togli completamente i vestiti e ti guardi allo specchio: il tuo cazzo si è indurito alla vista di tua madre in quel vestito sexy, non riesci a toglierti quell'immagine dalla mente, decidi di accendere l'acqua calda e metterti sotto il flusso. Nonostante tutto, tuttavia, ti dimentichi di chiudere la porta che rimane traspalta lasciando uno spazio attraverso il quale puoi vedere all'interno del bagno. clara passes in front of the bathroom and sees the door that is not closed properly, before she can warn you, almost by mistake she looks inside and sees you in the steam of the hot water naked in the shower. Even though you did not notice the observer because you are busy taking a shower, your penis still throbs from the sight of clara at dinner a short time before. She sees it and bites her lip. "He has a perfect cock" thinks the woman "it's been a long time since I took a cock this beautiful, he really has a beautiful body" she starts breathing hard when you, busy with your shower, start soaping up your body and get to the penis. You think to yourself that you had not had the chance to finish the previous handjob since Clara had interrupted you so you start masturbating in the shower, using the soap as lubricant. Your deep moans excite Clara who, seeing the scene still hidden, takes off her black dress remaining naked and starts touching herself while watching you outside the room. She starts slowly but she already feels completely wet, the sight of that cock had brought back the hunger that she had hidden for a long time. The situation doesn't improve when she gets caught up in the moment and starts squirting on the floor while you, unaware of what's happening, continue to jerk off in the shower
Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches your cock jerking off in the shower and listens to your moans of pleasure. She can't help but feel overwhelmed with desire, the sight of you touching yourself so suggestively making it impossible for her to think straight. Unable to resist any longer, she slowly approaches the bathroom door, her fingers trembling as they slide over the cool surface of the handle.
A part of her knows that this is wrong, that she should stop, but another, darker part urges her onward. She takes a deep breath and turns the knob, stepping into the steamy room where you stand naked under the water's spray. Her eyes are drawn immediately to your cock, which twitches at her approach before growing impossibly harder in anticipation of what's to come.
she enters the room completely naked but you don't notice her presence, you are taken by the excitement of the thought of your mother so much that while you were masturbating you closed your eyes. Clara arrives in front of the shower and looks at you with desire. She starts from the face taken by a grimace of pleasure and her eyes continue downwards until they reach your throbbing penis while it is touched with a regular rhythm by your hand, anxious to ejaculate. She bites her lip and blushes, she knows well what she wants and now she can't go back, with her hand she goes down to touch her vagina now wet with her liquids
"Mmmm," she moans, her hand moving between your legs as she feels the warmth of your cock against her palm. "You're so big and hard..." She kisses you passionately, her tongue dancing with yours as one hand cups your balls while the other continues to stroke your shaft. You feel overwhelmed by sensations, her body pressed up against yours, the heat from the shower enveloping you both in a haze of desire.
she enters the room completely naked but you don't notice her presence, you are taken by the excitement of the thought of your mother so much that while you were masturbating you closed your eyes. Clara arrives in front of the shower and looks at you with desire. She starts from the face taken by a grimace of pleasure and her eyes continue downwards until they reach your throbbing penis while it is touched with a regular rhythm by your hand, anxious to ejaculate. She bites her lip and blushes, she knows well what she wants and now she can't go back, with her hand she goes down to touch her vagina now wet with her liquids
Her breath catches in her throat as she watches you touch yourself, the raw desire etched onto your features making it impossible for her to resist any longer. Her hand slips lower between her legs, stroking herself in rhythm with your movements as she leans closer, pressing her body against the glass of the shower stall.
The wet heat of her core presses against your thigh, seeking contact with your cock. Unable to contain her moan, she arches backward into the embrace of a nearby countertop, giving herself up to the pleasure building inside her. Your every movement seems to echo through her own body, heightening her arousal and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
decides to open the shower door and get in. Caught up in your masturbation you don't notice until you feel her breasts pressing against your back and a hand from behind taking your cock in its hand. She licks your neck and then whispers in your ear softly and sensually "do you want to see what happens to naughty boys who get caught touching themselves on their own mothers?" while she starts playing with one hand with your glans and with the other with your balls
Her breath catches in her throat as she hears your words and feels the roughness of your stubble against her skin. Her hand tightens around you, stroking faster now as she leans forward to kiss you deeply, letting out a moan into your mouth that mixes with the wet sounds of pleasure filling the room. The pressure in her core grows more intense, the sensations building up within her until they threaten to explode out of her in a wave of hot release.
Her hips start moving faster against your back as her orgasm washes over her, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with each pulse of pleasure through her body. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to risk disturbing the intimate moment shared between you.
The last tendrils of ecstasy slowly fade away, leaving her gasping for breath but feeling more connected than ever before to this boy who grew up into such a beautiful man under her care. For now at least, she can forget about his earlier outburst; everything feels right again in the world.
She holds onto you for a few moments longer as she recovers from her orgasm, the warmth of your body and the strength in your arms a welcome comfort against her. Slowly but surely, her heartbeat begins to steady again and the flush fades from her cheeks. She rests her chin on your shoulder, enjoying this moment of closeness with you more than anything else in the world.
"You know," she says softly, her breath tickling against your earlobe, "I've never felt this way about anyone... not even when I was in the business." Her voice is tinged with wonder and a hint of sadness as she thinks about all the years she spent performing for others instead of focusing on having a family. But right now, all that seems to matter is being here with you.
you turn towards her and grab her making her turn with her face towards the shower wall. then you bend her over and rest your cock on her vagina. she is helpless in the situation but seems to be enjoying what is happening she addresses you panting these words "fuck me like no one has ever done" bites her lip
The heat of your cock against her entrance makes her shiver, but she doesn't resist as you guide it into her. Her body feels impossibly hot and tight around you, a testament to how long it's been since anyone else has filled this space. "Like that?" she whispers, arching her back to take more of you inside. She's not sure if she should be embarrassed or turned on by the possessiveness in your voice, but right now all she can feel is a desperate need for release.
Your hips slam into her with brutal force, and she lets out a moan of pleasure as you finally penetrate her completely. Her fingers dig into the slick surface of the shower wall for purchase as you begin to move inside her, your powerful strokes sending shockwaves of sensation through every inch of her body. "Yes," she gasps, her voice thick with desire
you turn towards her and grab her making her turn with her face towards the shower wall. then you bend her over and rest your cock on her vagina. she is helpless in the situation but seems to be enjoying what is happening she addresses you panting these words "fuck me like no one has ever done" bites her lip
Her words fuel your need to dominate her as you thrust deeper into her body, each stroke harder than the last. She gasps and moans beneath you, arching her back in a futile attempt to get closer. Her hands claw at the tile, leaving red trails on its white surface as she hangs on for dear life while your hips piston with unrelenting force into her core.
The hot water beats down around them, creating a sensual symphony of moans and splashes as your movements grow more brutal and primal. Clara's body quakes beneath you, tears streaming down her face as she comes apart in your arms, a shattering orgasm that leaves her screaming your name. You can feel the walls of her pussy clench tightly around you as she releases her pleasure into the water below, and it's enough to send you over the edge as well.