Attraction to one's mother

"Once, upon waking to the sweet moans of a woman, do not rejoice — it might be your mother..."

We had moved to a new apartment. And it happened on the very first Friday — at night, when I suddenly woke up from some noise that sounded like a moan. At first, I couldn't comprehend what those sounds were; it seemed like someone was just watching TV louder than necessary. But a little later, I very clearly realized that it was... my mother moaning! That voice... It poured into my ears, filled my head, then descended in a viscous stream into my chest — making my heart pound heavily like a hammer. Then it went even lower — forcibly, against my will, making my cock rise.

I remember feeling a powerful surge of shame, my whole face burning! I wanted to scream!... But I lay there and listened to this escalating moan. My dick was standing like a switch, painfully pressing against the blanket — so much so that I had to throw it off. Mother had already transitioned to frequent moans. I began to hear the parental bed start hitting the wall, making dull thuds. My mother was being fucked in the next room!

Mother's voice grew louder. To say she was feeling very good would be an understatement! She moaned so much that I reached my hand to my cock, pulled it out of my underwear, squeezed it hard and... came violently. My dick sweetly pushed out hot clots, which, falling onto my stomach — burned it. I was ashamed... Mother cried out something and moaned very loudly. I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears with my hands, but my dick rose firmly again. Their bed started hitting faster, and I began to hear her rapid breathing. I took my cock in my hand again and tried to distract myself with thoughts of my female classmates, frantically searching for a suitable image, but... my imagination drew my mother, lying lewdly on the bed with her legs spread, and I, to that image, began — sinful movements with my hand... My cock reacted instantly — sending up a few more sweet spurts. I was seized by a spasm and shivered. And mother was already moaning strongly again, under the powerful thrusts of my father. When it ended, I could still hear some smacking and sucking sounds for a bit. Then, everything fell silent...

The next day, I couldn't look my mother in the eye. What she had done — I simply couldn't wrap my head around it! I understand that in the old apartment, maybe the walls were thicker, and the rooms weren't adjacent — that might have worked. But to fuck so blatantly right outside my door! That was too much... I had no complaints about dad. But about mother: for allowing herself to moan so openly and wantonly — I did! Everything was mixed up in my head, and it seemed order would never be restored. Mom, however, behaved as usual: engaging in any family conversation and joking. When I was already leaving the kitchen, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that dad approached her to give her a playful peck (mom was standing by the stove), and with his hand, he firmly grabbed her breast. Mom was in a t-shirt — without a bra! Under father's massive palm, mom's firm breast compressed and the protruding nipple, lewdly piercing the t-shirt, emerged between dad's fingers.

Fuck! It's shameful to say, but I wanted my mother then! I walked out with a bulging dick. Going around the corner, I struggled to tuck my cock down and, pressing it with my legs, hurried back. Father had moved to the hanging cabinet to get some mug, mother continued cooking.

"Mom, give me the kettle," I asked.

Mom took it and approached the table. Yes! Her nipples were sticking out strongly — mother was very aroused! I, like an idiot, couldn't look away. Mom noticed this but said nothing. Generally, jumping ahead, I'll say that my mom always liked it when I looked at her. She often noticed it but never said anything, and a barely noticeable smile would appear on her face.

I eagerly awaited the night.

With its arrival, I settled in comfortably and began to wait tormentingly, anticipating the most beautiful pictures of my imagination — the depraved pictures of my mother, accompanied by her new voluptuous moans...

It must be said: my mother is a very beautiful woman, tall and slender; with a heaving chest, slightly larger than average, and chocolate-colored large nipples, but with small, even, round areolas around them. Long legs started with a round, firm butt. Buttocks are strong, dense. Dark long hair, big eyes, the same as her sister's — light gray. Always well-groomed: pedicure and manicure are a must — no way without them! And she smells very delicious.

I lay holding my breath, listening to the squeak of silence. Sometimes, when someone behind the door turned over in bed, I thought it was about to start any second, my pulse jumped so much that I clearly heard the beats of my own heart. But nothing happened. That's how that night passed. Then the next... And so the whole week flew by. On Thursday, I wasn't even listening anymore, I just fell sound asleep. On Friday night, I was awakened by a dull thud of the bed. I jumped up sharply! Had I really overslept?! My head felt cottony. But then another thud! Another thud! No, I hadn't overslept! They had just started fucking mother! I imagined how father spread her legs and entered mom's pussy hard with his dick! How he gives her pleasure, waiting for "gratitude" in the form of moans!

Mother began to pant, my cock swelled strongly and stood tense, ready to burst from the slightest touch. Then light moaning began to be heard. Yes, she was starting to feel good — very good. Then her voice began to gain strength. God, what a beautiful voice my mom has! At first, she moaned only on the exhale, but after a few minutes, she started moaning on... THE INHALE! Like a violin, whose strings were being bowed back and forth — mother burst into cries. This time, dad was really pounding her well, a couple of times she, from insane pleasure, even cried out, but quickly coming to her senses, resumed her melodic moans.

I was overcome by many conflicting feelings: immense shame, wild fear, unbearable curiosity, and incredible arousal. I wanted to see it, I wanted to watch how she was being fucked. The knocking of the bed quickened and mother began to breathe loudly and rapidly. I grabbed my cock and, in rhythm with her moans, began to expose the glans. I didn't last long, my dick produced a huge eruption and a wave of ecstasy twisted me. Mom's voice still fueled my desire, then I heard some rustling and shuffling, at first I didn't guess what it was, but when she started making orgasm sounds again — I realized it was just her body, thrashing about on the bed like that. Apparently, dad decided to fuck her a bit harder at the end. My cock strengthened again at the sound of my mom, who was groaning and sighing behind the door. Pushing aside all doubts, I grabbed my cock tighter and, closing my eyes, with great pleasure — jerked off once more.

During the day, I couldn't find my place. Mom was as if nothing had happened, sitting at the table in a house robe and sorting through some work papers, and dad was puttering around in the garage all day. I couldn't take my eyes off mom's legs for half the day, all sorts of improper thoughts were creeping into my head. But curiosity overpowered me. I took the vacuum cleaner and started "cleaning." I started from the middle of the hall, then carefully moved to the table and kept hovering around, unable to decide to do it. But mom's bare legs finally tempted me. I went to the opposite side of the table and made a deep lunge with the vacuum cleaner under it, leaning heavily under the table. Conscience overcame me and I didn't look. Emerging, my gaze fell on my mother's painted toenails, which were visible to me from this position. My dick began to rise. I made another lunge, leaned under the table and... brazenly, unceremoniously looked between my mother's legs! Damn! They were closed enough that I couldn't make anything out.

I got so aroused that I was ready to finish what I started. Under the guise of thorough cleaning, I pushed the vacuum cleaner against mom's foot and forcefully moved it aside. Her leg moved away and I saw mom's red semi-transparent panties! Mother sharply pulled her leg back and lifted it to step over the unexpected "obstacle" and put it back in place. Everything went smoothly, she didn't pay attention, and the movement was automatic. I, full of happiness, disappeared in an instant — to jerk off, imagining how dad takes those panties off my mother and she spreads her legs wide before him to give herself up for pleasure.

Generally, I am against incest between son and mother, but if she had said to me at that moment: "Come on, fuck me!". Then I would — not have resisted! Without looking her in the eyes, I would have taken her breasts with the large nipples — squeezed them a bit. Then spread her legs wider and carefully fucked her. Maybe only at the end, just a little bit, thrust a bit harder — just for flavor.

My "torments" lasted for two years, until we moved to a new place. Every Friday, I very clearly heard how behind the door — my mother was being fucked, and she would moan, then breathe loudly, then squeak, then transition to small cries, and once, even screamed loudly. That night — I remember it like yesterday...

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We all went together to visit parental friends. Mom was dressed like a queen: a blue short tight dress with a deep neckline, black fishnet stockings; open-toed shoes so everyone could admire her red pedicure; curled hair, makeup and of course, red manicure on thin long fingers. The feast was boring: eating, discussing something animatedly, while I, chewing sausage, sat with my gaze fixed on the TV, where the evil Conan the Barbarian, also known as The Terminator, also known as Commando — was crushing and slicing everyone with a sword, and then fucked a busty blonde by the campfire (who, as I later found out, was Rambo's wife). Late in the evening, we went home.

That's when the most interesting part began. While I was still hanging out in my room before bed, the parents were in the kitchen. Apparently, they thought I had already gone to bed, but I wanted a drink and headed to them. I entered their room, the light was off, and I was just about to head to the kitchen when I suddenly saw an amazing sight. I was in the darkness of the room and couldn't be seen, which allowed me to enjoy this fantastic scene to the fullest. Mother was standing half-turned to me, with one foot on a chair. Her dress was pulled up. Dad, having put his hand into her panties — was really getting her going. When she started feeling truly good, mom spread her legs wider, leaving the one on the floor slightly to the side. Then dad pulled the dress over her head. Mom frantically took off her bra and her breasts, swaying, immediately showed me the protruding chocolate nipples. He took one breast from below and sort of gave it a hefty slap. Then squeezed it hard, the nipple protruded even more, mom moaned and dad took it in his mouth. With his other hand, he went into her panties again and I noticed how mom began to reflexively move her hips back and forth. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her straight towards me, or rather towards me, into the room. I didn't know where to go, another second and I would have been caught! On tiptoes, I slipped into my room and hid behind the door.

I wanted to fuck her so badly! And I was so jealous of my father, who had an amazing woman — my mother! Father started cursing, mom, panting and moaning, muttered something in response and the sex transitioned into the mode I had heard before. Dad now properly laid mom on the bed, lay on top of her and drilled mom's hole a bit more. A few times lifting himself on one arm, to with the other — fondle a randomly chosen breast and suck the protruding nipple. Mom at that moment arched, offering him her tits for convenience. All this time, she lay with her legs spread so as not to hinder dad's movements. I was proud of my parents! That's love! From that moment, I began to look at my mother as a sexual object of desire...

And once we went to Spain as a family. Despite having a pool at the hotel, we of course went to swim on the ocean coast. One day the Atlantic was cool and mom got cold. When she came out of the water, she generously gifted me with magnificent views of her nipples, which, like large "olives," lewdly protruded through the top of her swimsuit. I wanted to tear off her top and enjoy those round spheres, fondle them, just like my old man did. Then move the panties aside, exposing the shaved wet lips and play with her pussy, and in such a way — that mother would scream. But it was dad who went to play that game with her. I was told to fuck off to the pool, where they would find me later. Mom went with dad to fuck, and I watched gloomily as he, guiding her across the beach, playfully slapped her firm bare butt a few times (she had a swimsuit with thong panties). Mother, like a young filly, playfully ran around him, her tits jumped immodestly and looking at all this — my dick itched.

I imagined for a moment that all the people around us had disappeared. That I approach her. With my fingers on the pubic area, I gather the triangle of the panties and pull them off my mother's legs. She lies with her eyes closed and begins to smile, thinking that it's my father who decided to have fun with her. I, taking advantage of the moment, sit down next to her, spread her legs apart, and bring my furious dick to her teasing hole. With a light push, I drive my cock into the pussy and start moving the head in mom's juicy valley. Mother wraps her legs around me tighter and, reaching with her hands, digs her nails into my buttocks. I reach my hands to her tits. Lifting the top, I take the olive nipples with two fingers and start twisting them. Mother, moaning, opens her eyes and... Horror seizes her! Her whole body tenses up!

"Sasha! What are you doing?! No!"

"Mom, just once," I make a strong thrust.

"No! No!" — she tries to break free.

"Mom, now," I make another strong thrust. Going deep, my dick spreads the tight walls of the vagina.

"Bastard! Get away from me!"

I take her "melons," squeeze them firmly. The nipples protrude to the limit, and I quickly start fiddling with mom's pussy. She is horrified, another second and I'll be in trouble... but then her eyes roll back and she presses me tighter to herself with her legs.

"S-scoundrel... Mmmmm... Mmmmm..."

She begins to moan and stops resisting, letting me fuck her. At first, I'm ashamed, but mother is getting off, pressing me with her feet and spreading her knees wider. I try not to look at her face, afraid that she might suddenly open her eyes and our gazes would meet. I look at her stomach, at her tits, but my gaze returns to her face. Mother began to frown, breathe rapidly through her mouth, and her whole body shrank. Disordered jerks of her legs were added, her hands grabbed the sunbed. And I understood — she was about to scream!

Deep loud sighs drove me crazy. Mother trembled, opened her mouth and... screamed! Like back then, when father was fucking her. I forcefully uncoupled mother's legs, picked them up under the knees and for greater depravity — spread them wider. Mother screamed, clutching the sunbed. And I was pounding her in the shameful slit...

"I brought something tasty!"

Fuck!... Damn!... What the hell?!... What the fuck?!... Dad's voice cut off the whole scene! And returned me to cruel reality! At first, I didn't even realize where I was. Daydreaming, I suddenly caught myself almost falling into the pool. My dick was sweetly pulsating and it seemed I could still feel my mother's vagina enveloping it sweetly. Damn! The old man ruined everything. And I still had plans, to turn her doggy style...

"I brought..." — he started again.

"Yeah-yeah, we got it! You brought something tasty, well, what do you have there?" — I nervously interrupted him, getting up on numb legs from the edge of the tile. Mother, sitting up, lowered one leg from the sunbed to the floor, widening my field of vision. The panties stretched and on the right, quite un-childishly, mom's crotch was exposed, or rather the base of her labia. It seemed the fabric was about to slip and everything would become visible