All the characters are over eighteen years old.
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My name is Rudy. I am twenty-three years old, six feet four inches tall and the body of a football player that, without modesty, arouses great interest in women. Next year I hope to get my bachelor's degree.
Helen is my mom. She's forty-five years old, but you wouldn't give her more than thirty. Helen is a short heighted woman of five feet one inch. She is not fat, but her breasts and butt seem to have forgotten that she is tiny! Her small height makes her curves look even more pronounced. Her round ass cheeks are jutting out from her narrow waist like moon globes. Her breasts are large, swollen and lushly shaped. A little sag due to their weight makes them even more attractive. They are milk laden. I am as hungry as ever for those mountainous white hills of flesh, where her one-inch-long pink nipples adorn like strawberries her unblemished skin. To complete the description of my mother I tell you that she is blonde, blue eyes and a sweet face framed by a thick mass of hair she collects in an adorable ponytail.
My mom is my lover. Not the only one, but my favorite. Starting from the day I will tell you here, I fuck her big time. Anywhere. In bed, on the couch, in the backyard, in the pool and in every place where I can enjoy her body with my hands, my mouth and above all with my nine inched cock. She is my fuck toy, my plaything, my sweet yummy milf. Her holes have no secrets for me, but I also play with her some other games. The titty-fuck, for example, which ends always with her pretty face showered by copious jets of cum from my cock, mixed with lots of squirting milk from her squeezed tits. Also I love to slide my cock between her cozy, silky, shaved armpits, that I cover with lustful kisses and licks.
First I come to the circumstances that preceded the day, five months ago, when my sexual relationship with my mother began.
Mom and dad divorced when I was twelve years old. Then mom had many dates, but nothing ever long-lasting. Let me say that mom always loved men's company. Colleagues from work, from the gym or other friends were often our guests. Personally I never witnessed intimate attitudes, even though my mother's sexual life certainly was not limited to those innocent displays of affection in my presence.
Until I was eighteen I never felt mom as an object of sexual desires.
Things changed later on, when some teammates on my football team began to praise her. Mom attended our games several times and their comments were not long in coming.
"She's a stunner! Look at those tits!" someone said.
"And what an ass!" another one added.
"She's really a milf! Invite me to your house, Rudy, 'cause I want to take a good look at her!"
"I'd gladly give those tits and ass a squeeze! Tell the truth, pal, have you ever tried?"
And so on.
Initially I responded rudely to the most insolent of them, but, with the passing of time, those frequent comments caused me to observe mom not only with the eye of a model son. I began to ogle with a more and more sensual admiration at her luscious body when she sunbathed in the backyard or swam in the pool.
At home mom has always had the habit of wearing clothes that highlight her curvy body. Tight shorts or jeans and low-cut blouses that accents her impressive cleavage are her favorite outfit. Lack of bra, which mom only wears to leave the house, makes her delicious orbs swing erotically, covered only by a light fabric. At this sight, my excitement grew day by day.
I ardently sought physical contact with her body. I always looked for the opportunity to feel her breasts against my chest. Sometimes I succeeded and I was ecstatic.
I started a habit that mom never opposed. When we greeted each other with her kiss on my cheek, I reciprocated her with a hug that saw my hand resting at open palm, with the utmost naturalness and without squeezing, on the side of one tit. I could enjoy for some seconds the feeling of her elastic flesh through her blouse. Mom never held back and I got excited.
A feeling of jealousy added later, when Mike, a boy my age, son of our neighbors, informed me of some events that occurred at my house, in my absence.
Let me start by saying that, both for my courtesy visits to my father who lives in another city, and mainly for my football team's tours, I often find myself away from home for a few days.
Well, Mike told me that almost always, in my absence, pool parties took place at our house, which many people, males and females, attended. Lots of noises were heard until dawn and then one or two cars remained parked till the following day.
It also happened, sometimes, that mom left me alone at home during the weekend. She said that she was visiting her friend Anne, a widow of fifty-three, still in good shape and well-endowed in her bust. Anne's two sons are married and live away. Her third husband left her a large house with pool and spa, about ten miles from ours.
After Mike's words I suspected that similar pool parties also took place at Anna's house.
And then Carol. Mom and Carol are friends for many years. She is divorced and mother of Scott. She is same age as mom and, like mom, she is short heighted.
From about two years, without Scott knowing, Carol and I spend some hours together in bed, where I can play with her tight pussy, her beautiful ass and her great breasts. I love so much to cradle Carol in my arms like a little child and carry her around her house tasting her juicy tits, firm and swollen, although slightly smaller than mom's.
It didn't take long for Carol to discover my secret passion for mom. Therefore, as a confirmation of Mike's words, I didn't hesitate to ask her about mom's behaviors.
Carol too had attended some of those pool parties at my house and she also told me that mom willingly accepted men's attentions, especially from the young ones. She showed me a picture, taken at our swimming pool, where mom was cradled by a tall young black man. Both were laughing, but what upset me the most was that mom was wearing a tiny thong and nothing more. In front of everyone she allowed herself to be photographed topless in the arms of a man.
"The stud was the new masseur at the gym club," she said "but don't worry about him! He is gay!"
Gay or not gay, it was the first time I saw mom's boobs in all their glory. What followed was the masturbation night of my life.
Three years ago, when I was twenty, mom married Frank. A handsome, single man, forty-two years old. He is the marketing manager of the Company where mom worked before giving birth to Jimmy, my little brother who is now in his eighth month. Frank lived with his mother, but after the marriage he moved to our larger house.
I hated him right away. Mom had to be mine, not his! I wanted her badly.
I always tried to avoid listening to their personal conversations, nor did I ever eavesdrop on their bedroom door to perceive something of their intimacy. I only did it once, as I'll tell you later.
Marketing activities often required Frank to be away for more than one day. Sometimes he left two or three or even more days. Almost always, on these occasions, mom was visiting Anne. She even stayed out for one or two nights.
Since I remembered very well what Mike and Carol had mentioned to me, I became suspicious about her behavior.
Then something occurred that allowed me to verify my suspects.
Mom told me that our pool needed a thorough cleaning and that Anne had suggested her to contact Lucio, a Mexican guy who had done the same work at her house. Mom made an appointment with Lucio at our place. Coincidentally, it was planned during one of Frank's absences.
Before Lucio's arrival, I told mom that I had to meet with a friend of mine. In fact, instead of going out, I hid, without her knowing, in my room upstairs, keeping watch at the window from which I had a complete view of pool, poolside and backyard.
Lucio arrived and began to work around the pool. From my position I judged him to be a few years older than me, handsome and tall.
A short time later mom appeared on the poolside and stretched out on a deck chair. She wore the tiniest swimsuit you could imagine. Two small tringles of cloth covered her tits and a thong covered her pussy. She was well aware of Lucio's lustful gazes.
When he was done with his work, he put away his tools and walked over to mom, kneeling down beside her. They talked together for a long time, then he put his brown hand over her navel and began to caress gently her pale white belly. After that he reached out and grabbed her little top, which disappeared in his fist, before being tossed to ground. My topless mom let out a high squeal, but she didn't stop Lucio when he placed her legs on his shoulders and slid from her hips the tiny bottom, which followed the other piece on the ground.
In a few seconds Lucio had stripped mom fully naked. The scene that followed is still engraved in my memory. Lucio made mom get up from the chair and scooped her up in his arms like a little baby. She again squealed. In surprise and pleasure. Firmly cradled, she was kissed in her lips, tits and her shaved pussy. Then he carried her around the pool, never putting her down to ground. He showed no effort and mom laughed in amusement.
After having well toyed with her in his arms, Lucio approached the border of the pool and tossed her in the air, as if she was a twig, making her take a long flight which ended with her falling into the water. Mom let out a joyful cry.
He acted calmly. First he looked at her, as she floundered in the water. Then he stripped off all his clothes and placed them carefully over a deck chair. He stood naked, his cock waving stiffly. His erect prick was long and thick.
He took a running start and dived into the water, no more than a couple of meters away from mom. He grabbed her and as easily as he was handling a little girl, he lifted her over his head and threw her up in the air. Mom fell into the water with a loud shriek. Lucio dipped underwater and emerged with her body on his shoulders, her pussy against his neck. He made her slip around till her cunt was pressed to his face. He playfully mouthed her sex.
He played mom in every way for a long time, while her loud yells and his guffaws echoed in the air. When his games ended, he picked her up with his hands around her waist. Her large boobs levelled his face. He kissed and licked them all over, with the passion of a true lover. Then he made her slide down along his body. Mom turned her face up to his in a large smile. It was evident that Lucio had entered her underwater.
He climbed the steps of the pool and reached the lawn, still keeping mom impaled on his cock, her arms around his neck, her legs around his back. He guided her back and forth, up and down alternately on his massive pole. Then he detached himself from her and laid her on the grass.
Mom was completely abandoned, arms and legs spread out. Her hairless cunt was at his disposal, but he was turned on mostly by her breasts. He lent over her, brought her arms over her head and straddled her chest. His cock swayed over her boobs. He slapped them erotically, then he cupped them in both hands and pushed his long dick between the cleavage. I heard Lucio give her a command. Mom opened her mouth. He thrust his cock towards her face and she swallowed its head. He titty-fucked her. Back and forth, his cock was sliding between her tits, finishing his ride between her lips.
It went on like this for a few minutes. Lucio's voice became more and more imperious and the portion of cock that disappeared inside of her mouth increased more and more, till she gulped almost all of it. A loud male cry meant that he started to ejaculate.
