They just told me that they were going on a cruise and I was to stay with Joanne for the summer. I had no idea what my parents were going through at the time. My parents were in the middle of a divorce and they decided it was best for me to stay with my aunt Joanne during those tough times. Not just the sex but the dirty little things that transpired between us before we actually had sex. I have since moved on, but I do still think about her. If she hadn’t gotten married and moved away, the incestuous relationship with her that started that summer would probably still be going on. The best summer of my life was the one that I spent with my aunt Joanne, my mother’s sister. She looked miserable, so I asked her what was bothering her. Or it could be the constant close proximity and the availability that facilitate this attractionĪnyways, one Friday I was making dinner when my mom came home from work.
Who knows what it is that sexually attracts a young boy to his mother? I suppose it might be that innate thrill of danger in flirting with something considered forbidden or taboo. The reason I describe her to you is that like any young boy entering puberty, his mother is the object of many masturbation sessions.
But in my eyes, she is one of the most beautiful women in the world. she dresses in plain looking clothes, she hardly wears any make-up, she’s what you might call a “pleasantly plump” woman. To be frank, most men would not find her attractive. I should mention that my mom was not the most physically alluring woman in the world. Little did I know that one night, I was going to help out my mom out in another very different and memorable way. I tried to help out as much as possible with everyday stuff like cooking meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house. I loved my mom so much and hated to see her hurting. I remember several nights when I’d be lying in bed and could hear her cry herself to sleep. My father died about five years earlier in a work accident.Įver since, my mom had been pretty depressed, she’d never really gotten over my dad’s death. I went home very pleased.My story begins when I was 16. Not long after we done it again all night. They swapped every few minutes after that until they both stood in front of me and unloaded all over my face. I have never felt so slutty with two 2 in me. "Oh what a slut" he said as he was pumping his big fat cock up my hole. There was no hesitation, he stuck it in me hard. He lubed it up as I was still sucking cock. He licked his finger and started fingering me getting it ready. His friend got up and pulled my trackies down, I wasn't wearing any underwear and he loved my perky round bum. I was gagging and drooling, eyes watering as I took them hard in my mouth. They could tell I loved it, they were getting harder and harder pounding my mouth. His friend said " you wasn't lying about him being a greedy whore " which made me suck even harder. After a few minutes of being there I was on my knees with both of them standing in front of me with their gorgeous cocks in my mouth. He said "hope you don't mind but we both know you want more than one" Little did I know when I turned up his friend was there too. So we decided to meet, I lived quite far so he said I could spend the night. We talked about how he wanted to use my mouth and really shove his cock up my bum. He loved that I was only 22 and he was in his late 50s.
We had been discussing our likes and dislikes. That's certainly my favourite kind of man. So I had been chatting to a guy online for a while. Was chatting to an older man online, we decided to meet little did I know there were two older men when I arrived.