Revelations: A mother-daughter moment I never expected. Hello! My name is Bianca and I am Mexican... I know that whenever Someone sends a story like this, says that it "really" happened, but seriously this one did happen. I am twenty-one years old and I live with my mother... my mother. It is a extremely beautiful woman, very striking in many ways! I felt so jealous times of her almost perfect body, of her beautiful face! Her name is Mari Carmen, She is 45 years old, she has been single (divorced, well) for about five years and She works as a designer in a very large company. She is blonde and not very tall, her measurements are: 96, 61, 90; He has clear eyes, firm and slender legs, her lips are sensual and thin, her breasts are drop-shaped, her buttocks They are firm, huge... until very recently, I would have thought inconceivable a description of that woman that well... I had never contemplated like a woman; but I'm not getting ahead... Since she separated from my dad - and even before, I think - I haven't there have been a lack of suitors, but he saw none of them with enough qualities like to achieve something, and for a long time he has dedicated himself solely to his career, in which, of course, he is one of the best. Now, don't think I'm an ugly duckling either... not at all! It is true that my mother is beautiful, and without false modesty, I can say that I inherited many of its qualities... I'm not very tall either, I'm blonde, and the parts What I like most about my body, inherited from her, are my eyes, which also They are pretty, blue; and my breasts that have the size to make me proud. Summer just ended, and this story happened mid. My friends from school had made a plan to go to the beach just leaving, but my mother didn't give me permission to go with them: she argued that There was no money, my grades were not very good, anyway; searched a thousand excuses not to let me go, and he didn't let me. I got angry as expected, and I prepared myself for a summer locked in the house, without friends, and on bad terms with she. The real reason for not letting me go, and both of them we knew; It was that my friends are those types of kids without limits, so To put it in some way... they go out and sleep with as many kids as they can, they They get drunk, I think some even take drugs. I don't like it very much either what they do, I think mainly because I was raised to be a young lady from his house; But at the end of the day, they are my friends. Anyway, the first days of the holidays I had a great time watching TV, flipping through magazines, on the Internet; looking for ways, in short; to kill time. I didn't even want to see my mother... I got up late so as not to find her, and I went to bed early so I wouldn't have to talk to her -He had me in a bad mood!- On the weekends when I couldn't sneak away to the square, I tried to stay locked in the room and when for some strange reason reason we had to go out together to eat or anything, our talks were They were reduced to sporadic disenchanted monosyllables. Two weeks passed like this. A certain Tuesday or Monday ground lose perception of time when I don't go to school- something happened unexpected. My mother arrived late as usual, and as always, she got into He went to his room, changed his clothes, got into bed and stared at the television. I had never really cared, even interested in it. that I saw at night, and I would never have known if they hadn't stopped me certain sounds that I heard coming out of his room, when I was on my way to the kitchen. The volume of the TV was almost at minimum, but I could make out wailing. As I got closer, almost pressing my ear to the door, I could check it. Between I opened a little, the space necessary to look with one eye at the TV and I was able to confirm the incredible: my mother was watching a porn movie, one of those where only women come out. At that moment there were two blondes in a bath kissing and caressing each other. The first with big black eyes, white skin and huge breasts was sitting on the sink, half naked, pinching herself a nipple with one hand and caressing the head of her friend with the other who was He slid down her body, leaving kisses on her abdomen, while with his hand He rubbed the first girl's vagina over her panties. The scene didn't scare me, because well, I have already had experiences with other girls; It's more I can To say that it excited me a little because, in addition, the actresses were beautiful; What completely put me in check was the image I saw on the other side of the TV. On the messy bed, my mother was lying, barely dressed in a beautiful set of lilac lace bra and pantyhose. His eyes were closed, lost in the deepest pleasure; two fingers of his left hand were put in his mouth: he licked them, kissed them, moved them in and out, then in circles; suddenly he bit them trying to silence them his moans, and yet his breathing was agitated, violent, unconcealable. It pressed her breasts that the bra barely covered one against the another with his elbows, that and his wild breathing gave them dimensions magnificent while the light of the television revealed its smoothness amazing, the silhouette of her hardened nipples, and the contour of her areola that because of the pressure, was already beginning to appear. His legs were moving anxiously, she imprisoned with her shiny and strong thighs his right hand that He dug deeper and deeper into her panties. intensely. That was the vision of a poem, a morbid and perverse... it was not just a beautiful woman with burning skin and soft devoured by the heat of her fantasies; It was about my mother, about me mother who, leaving aside her conservative and boring costume, became a deliciously wild female who exploded at the image of two girls who They travel through his body and his form, that they learn, that they touch... I tried to watch the scene until the climax, but already It was a thousand. I knew that if I stayed a moment longer I would explode, revealing my presence, and spoiling that delicious moment. Quickly and without doing noise I ran to my room and locked myself in. I masturbated like never before, I got soaked thinking about her, about her skin, about her excitement; in that salty smell that was around through the dark bedroom; in their sculptural legs and the treasure they keep, in her abdomen and her breasts, and how the light from the device highlighted her lines fine, and their smoothness... I leaned down to kiss my breasts thinking they were the hers, I licked my fingers imagining that it was her moisture that filled me... I came once, and again, and again, until I was exhausted. The next day was very similar to the previous ones, my mother She left early, I got up late (I was exhausted) and I didn't see her. But the images from the night before were still in my mind, still electrifying me, and the excitement, far from going away, was increasing. I ran to his room naked (well, I only left my panties on) and began to search everything: in In the last of her drawers I found several beautiful lingerie sets from silk and lace that I never imagined existed. I reviewed each one of them Figuring out how my mom's delicious body fit into them, I kissed them, I smelled, I rubbed them against my body, against my face and my tits trying to fill me with the soft candor that still burned in some pieces; I kept digging, searching for traces of my mother's strange pleasures; at the bottom of the closet, in a cardboard box, I found a whole collection of videos and DVDs porn, all lesbian... I put on the first one I found and lay down on the bed; the same bed where last night my mom was enjoying like crazy. I opened my legs exposing my wet vagina as if I were offering it to her, I began to caress my thighs with his clothes, with black panties, while he licked my little finger between moans... I then slid my hand between my tits, for me abdomen, as I could I took off my underwear, played with my bellies and then I rubbed my clitoris, which was already eagerly awaiting a caress... The sounds and images of the video, the memories of the last night, and the ideas that little by little invaded my mind plunged me into the deepest pleasure... It was clear to me that my mother was a lesbian, or at least At least he had fantasies about other women... but who did he dream about? who excited? I was sure it wasn't any of her friends that I knew; to it Better was a girl from the gym that I had never brought home... yes, That was most likely... he probably had encounters with her in the sauna; I'm sure she was just as beautiful as her, maybe younger... I'm sure when melt their wet skin, colliding nipple with nipple as in a kiss, would have that same expression of pleasure that he had the night before in the face... He had long since left behind the taboo of incest: true, my mother was at the center of my fantasies, but in the end After all, they were just fantasies, there was nothing wrong with them. Furthermore, it was aware, somehow deep down, that what made it so delicious those fantasies, apart from the image of my mother's sculptural body, her face of pleasure and so on, it was precisely the fact that it was my mother, not I know, I guess I'm a little perverted... I masturbated on his bed, then I went into the bathroom and I continued, and I spent almost the entire morning until I was exhausted again. After I began to rest dreaming at night, because I knew that it was very likely that the scene would repeat itself again. Said and done: My mother arrived, went into her room, changed (the same as always, then) and I pretended to be asleep, to a certain extent moment, late in the morning, that I got up and went to his room. As I was waiting on TV, another lesbian porn was on and my mom was on the bed masturbating. On that occasion she was completely naked; only in a more interesting position: as a little dog had her buttocks raised, her face on the pillow, her right hand rubbed her soaked vulva, and with the another squeezed and pinched a nipple. It was an incredible sight: it was fabulous to see that big, firm ass exposed, defenseless: I could well have entered and would not have noticed me; I could have approached her later, imprisoned her hips, kissed her buttocks, licked her anus and her vulva: he was so excited that I would not have put up the greatest resistance; asking him not to moved, if it remained in the same position it could have taken my clothes; rubbed my little hairs against her delicious vagina to soak them in her juices and then, between kisses, I could have finished masturbating her with my hardened nipple... I couldn't take it anymore, my excitement reached its peak, and without worrying whether he saw me or not; I started touching myself, putting my fingers in like crazy, trying just like her to silence my moans by biting my lips, and without However, I couldn't: at a certain moment a little noise of pleasure came out uncontrollably. from my mouth, distracting her and alerting her to my presence. While he got up and put on his robe, I left running to my room; It didn't take long to reach me. I tried to pretend to be asleep, but I was still excited, nervous and sad and it was noticeable in my breathing. - Bianca, daughter, are you asleep? - he said with his voice still cut by fever. Then he walked over to the bed and sat next to me. Without able to continue pretending, I half sat up without even daring to look at her. face, I sat up clutching my knees, trying I think to hide the smell still strong from my excitement. "That's what you saw," she continued, also full of sorrow. I don't I was right to say nothing... I felt discovered, not only for having seen her; I felt that she suddenly discovered everything she had done that day, all the ideas I had had... I just watched her out of the corner of my eye trying to explain to myself things with his gaze fixed on the floor: even there he looked stunning, with her hair still messy, with her breasts exposed under the slight robe... I knew it was the worst time to think about that, but I couldn't stop doing it. "Understand me," she continued, "I am a single woman, a woman with needs- he looked at me hoping for some understanding or compassion, I don't know; and then he said: won't you tell me anything? What do you want me to tell you? - I responded. I don't know, tell me what you think, or what, aren't you going to tell me what? Have you never done it? - He told me while the strangest thing happened, he started to caress my leg very slowly- tell me, don't you masturbate? I don't know. the truth is I didn't know what to answer- That's not true - his caress was beginning to take a character, let's say, not very maternal... Tell me the truth, Bianca, see? there's nothing wrong, yesterday I realized you were watching me. And today I realized what you were doing- I froze when I heard that. Tell me, do you think I'm pretty? "I don't know, mom!" I said as if trying to hide the truth. latent, and perhaps denying what he sensed was coming. When you were little, you said I was the cutest mom of the world - he kissed me on the knee and continued - don't you think the same anymore? No, it's not that - I said more "calm" (if that's what it means) can say calmly) while his caress on my leg multiplied by my shoulder and it got deeper... I see you sometimes too, you know? I liked to see you when you were little because you were a very pretty girl... and even more so now that you You are becoming such a beautiful woman... tell me, what did you feel yesterday that did you see me? Did you get excited? - I guessed right, and after caressing my hair continued - did you masturbate? - I was right again, finally daring to meet my gaze with yours... Shall I tell you a little secret? Sometimes when you go to bathe I stay still without making a noise, I see you and there are times when I also touch myself looking at you- he said while his caresses became deeper, more obvious: his hand was already fully (and deliciously) placed on my leg, had slowly removed the hem of the T-shirt he wore to sleep uncovering the top of my legs and the edge of my panties... each time he got closer and closer to the inside of my thigh and to my groin. See, there's nothing wrong with it. For example, yesterday I realized that you liked seeing me, and I knew that today you were going to return, and well, I wanted to give you something special- as he said this, he intentionally brushed my vagina, tearing me a moan that he had been harboring for a while. I was afraid, I say I had finally fantasized about her a lot, but I had never thought seriously about moving to another level. But my excitement was impressive. I was very wet and it was obvious, my nipples were hard and my mouth between open. “Come,” he said, separating himself from me and taking my hand. where to? Come, I want to show you something... We went to his room, he opened his drawer and took out one of the lingerie sets, one white lace. He asked me to put it on, and so I did it. He also asked me to slowly undress, first I think I saw myself very clumsy, very crude, then realizing what was happening, I tried to Seeing myself sensual, but still with my eyes closed. When I opened them she had already taken off her robe, and I he stared. Her body was fantastic: her tits were huge and her chafed nipples; Her small waist gave way to wide, pretty hips. that framed his little triangle of thick, curly and messy hairs. HE He approached me with an overwhelming decision, he stopped a few millimeters from me. body to drive me crazy with the heat of her skin, and while I caressed gently my waist with his fingers, he whispered in my ear: Tell me, when you saw me there in bed a while ago, what did you want to do? Give you a kiss... And why didn't you do it? - without letting me respond, He brought his mouth to mine and gave me a fabulous, delicious kiss; his tongue He started to play inside my mouth, then I did the same, we We bit our lips and separating myself a little I said: It's just that the kiss I wanted to give you wasn't like that... right? - he started kissing my neck, then my shoulders, He discovered my tits and started licking them; after giving me a lick mischievously on the nipple, he adjusted the bra again and continued kissing my abdomen, arms... while one of his hands squeezed my buttocks and another rubbed her vagina over my panties... I was just moaning while my hands began to caress his head... putting aside the clothes, and placing his middle finger between my soaked lips, said: So where did you want to kiss me? - He sat up, leaving his body at my disposal... I wanted to kiss your buttocks... Yes? - He lay down on the bed, staring at me. calling me towards her with a movement of her hand. when i tried He prevented me from undressing by saying: No, love, don't take it off; So you look very pretty... Already certain that I would not undress, she turned around, remaining in the same position he had when he was watching the movie... Alienated by the image, on the verge of coming, I approached her and just like in my fantasies I took her by the waist and started kissing her and lick her, first one buttock, then the other, then I stopped at her anus rubbed and tight that contracted just by feeling the closeness of my mouth; then with the same passion as our first kiss I began to kiss her vagina She separated her lips with her fingers, leaving my tongue free. while I put my fingers in mine... When I was about to come, she stopped me, He undressed and laid me on the bed, he sat on my face, leaning down to lick me, and we reached orgasm together in an incredible 69. But that was only the first... after staying a For a while we were hugging, kissing, he returned to my body full of saliva and fluids; He slid between kisses to the inside of my legs, and began to rub my clitoris with her hardened nipple... I abandoned myself to her caresses and I closed my eyes. He broke away from me only to lick his fingers, and then introduce them into me, sweetly, as only a woman like that could do, as Only my mother could do it. Then we reversed the roles, in a very short time there was I lost all awareness of reality: my voice was only roars and moans, my instincts and my wildest desires drove me to his body; I got addicted with her vagina, with the wet hairs that stuck to its pink edges and that later stayed on my lips and on my tongue; the salty smell of mixture of her fluids and her saliva that already filled my face, hands, legs and chest, made me know I was theirs, and the continuous discharges of warm humidity that poured non-stop on me at the touch of my caresses. They confirmed that it was mine, more mine than ever... you know? I believe now that there is no a nicer way for a mother and daughter to get closer than through the pleasure that one can give to the other. Investigating the following days between kisses and hugs, I knew that my mother had wanted to be with me for a long time before, but never she dared to say anything or do anything, and well the fact that he saw her touching each other was the perfect excuse to start something; He told me nice things, super exciting, like every time I saw porn I thought about myself and the so many caresses that he had prepared for me, he also told me that sometimes he took some photo of me, whether I was little or now, and I kissed it and rubbed it on his body while he masturbated, whispering that he loved me, that he I loved it... as the days went by I discovered "little things" such as, that when I kiss her thighs and buttocks slowly she goes crazy, or that He likes to blow on my little hairs on the mountain and play with them, and he also likes He loves that I do it to him... also although we have been like this for more than two months, being lovers, he doesn't like me to call him by name, he wants me to follow him saying mommy, I love the idea, I don't know; It seems to me that that word "mommy" synthesizes all things, all the passion, lust, and love that I feel for her...
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