10-10-2022, 05:43 PM
For a second, I stay shocked, only to hear my mom tell, "CUM INSIDE ME BABY, MAKE MUMMY YOURS".
There I was in my dad's room, sitting naked at the edge of my dad's bed and fucking my dad's wife. And even as I heard him get out of the car and close the door, I could not pull my cock out of my mom's pussy and leave the room. Instead I continued fucking her harder, making her moan with greater pleasure.
"NOW BABY... NOW!! CUM INSIDE MUMMY. CUM INSIDE MUMMY'S SLUTTY PUSSY... LET DADDY SEE YOUR CUM LEAKING OUT OF MUMMY'S PUSSY!!" my mother screamed as my dad rang the door bell.
I could not hold back any longer, and my mom's words had pulled the trigger. I was shooting thick hot cum inside my mom's pussy, and I could feel my load fill her hole.
My dad continued to ring the door bell, and I continued shooting semen deep inside mom's pussy.
I was leaking as I finished recollecting the dream. I was rock hard, but yet felt completely shaken. I couldn't sleep either. All I could see when I closed my eyes, was my mother jumping on top of me, and I had no idea when I fell asleep.
The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I was searching for porn on the internet. It had been more than a year since I last watched porn, and after dreaming about fucking my mom last night, it was impossible to not want to have a feel of watching some good hot stuff.
The kind of porn I found on the internet, that day, was very different from what I was watching a year ago. The internet was flooded with high quality MILF Porn, and each of these MILF pornstars successfully managed to convince me, that there is no greater pleasure than fucking a mature woman.
In the following days, I realized INCEST Porn too was very widely available in most porn sites, and I failed to last even for 5 seconds when watching Incest Mom-Son Videos.
Each of these videos started reminding me of the lust I once had for my mother. I was again addicted to porn, but this time it was not to help me stay away from lusting for my mother. It was also not to just simply fantasize my mother in each video I watch.
The only reason I was watching porn, this time, was to fully confirm the blunt truth that I had finally realized.
The fact that my love for my mother, gave greater sexual satisfaction, and was far too superior compared to the few moments of pleasure, an adult video was capable of gifting.
This along with the images of fucking my mother, in my dream, developed in me an uncontrollable, and almost dangerous craving for my mother.
The next few weeks saw me become more daring. I started staring at my mother's body more frequently, and for longer periods of time. I was ogling at her boobs, and I cared less about what will happen if she caught me checking her out.
I even started searching her wardrobe, to find her inner-wear. Though she always kept them locked and away from every-bodies reach, I did manage to get my hands on one of her lovely pink bra & a pair of yellow panties.
I could never find the complete treasure she hid, but I had found enough to know my mom had boobs of Size 34D, and a hip size of 36 inches. She had amazing curves and I had overheard one of her conversations with my aunt, where she told her hips were around 24 inches.
I confirmed my mother had an amazing hourglass figure of size 34-24-36, and that was the size the hottest MILFS would have. And with her beautiful face, glowing skin and shiny hair, my mother was a Perfect MILF.
For the first time in my life, I masturbated thinking only about my mother. I was not watching porn, but just vigorously stroking my dick, imagining my mother on her knees, waiting to have my load all over her MILF Body. And I was cumming like I had never before.
Every time she told me she will be back soon after a shower, I would pull down my shorts, and stroke my rock hard dick, imagining her naked in the shower. I was addicted to my mother, and I was enjoying every bit of it.
In two months time, I joined a college in Bangalore. I did quite well in the national level entrance tests, and got the chance to study in a reputed college. I choose to do Engineering in Computer Science.
There I was in my dad's room, sitting naked at the edge of my dad's bed and fucking my dad's wife. And even as I heard him get out of the car and close the door, I could not pull my cock out of my mom's pussy and leave the room. Instead I continued fucking her harder, making her moan with greater pleasure.
"NOW BABY... NOW!! CUM INSIDE MUMMY. CUM INSIDE MUMMY'S SLUTTY PUSSY... LET DADDY SEE YOUR CUM LEAKING OUT OF MUMMY'S PUSSY!!" my mother screamed as my dad rang the door bell.
I could not hold back any longer, and my mom's words had pulled the trigger. I was shooting thick hot cum inside my mom's pussy, and I could feel my load fill her hole.
My dad continued to ring the door bell, and I continued shooting semen deep inside mom's pussy.
I was leaking as I finished recollecting the dream. I was rock hard, but yet felt completely shaken. I couldn't sleep either. All I could see when I closed my eyes, was my mother jumping on top of me, and I had no idea when I fell asleep.
The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I was searching for porn on the internet. It had been more than a year since I last watched porn, and after dreaming about fucking my mom last night, it was impossible to not want to have a feel of watching some good hot stuff.
The kind of porn I found on the internet, that day, was very different from what I was watching a year ago. The internet was flooded with high quality MILF Porn, and each of these MILF pornstars successfully managed to convince me, that there is no greater pleasure than fucking a mature woman.
In the following days, I realized INCEST Porn too was very widely available in most porn sites, and I failed to last even for 5 seconds when watching Incest Mom-Son Videos.
Each of these videos started reminding me of the lust I once had for my mother. I was again addicted to porn, but this time it was not to help me stay away from lusting for my mother. It was also not to just simply fantasize my mother in each video I watch.
The only reason I was watching porn, this time, was to fully confirm the blunt truth that I had finally realized.
The fact that my love for my mother, gave greater sexual satisfaction, and was far too superior compared to the few moments of pleasure, an adult video was capable of gifting.
This along with the images of fucking my mother, in my dream, developed in me an uncontrollable, and almost dangerous craving for my mother.
The next few weeks saw me become more daring. I started staring at my mother's body more frequently, and for longer periods of time. I was ogling at her boobs, and I cared less about what will happen if she caught me checking her out.
I even started searching her wardrobe, to find her inner-wear. Though she always kept them locked and away from every-bodies reach, I did manage to get my hands on one of her lovely pink bra & a pair of yellow panties.
I could never find the complete treasure she hid, but I had found enough to know my mom had boobs of Size 34D, and a hip size of 36 inches. She had amazing curves and I had overheard one of her conversations with my aunt, where she told her hips were around 24 inches.
I confirmed my mother had an amazing hourglass figure of size 34-24-36, and that was the size the hottest MILFS would have. And with her beautiful face, glowing skin and shiny hair, my mother was a Perfect MILF.
For the first time in my life, I masturbated thinking only about my mother. I was not watching porn, but just vigorously stroking my dick, imagining my mother on her knees, waiting to have my load all over her MILF Body. And I was cumming like I had never before.
Every time she told me she will be back soon after a shower, I would pull down my shorts, and stroke my rock hard dick, imagining her naked in the shower. I was addicted to my mother, and I was enjoying every bit of it.
In two months time, I joined a college in Bangalore. I did quite well in the national level entrance tests, and got the chance to study in a reputed college. I choose to do Engineering in Computer Science.
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