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I walked slowly down the hall, trying to remember the way Martin's mom walked. She was about 40, always moving gracefully with a steady stride, like a confident woman, who knew her assets, realized her atractivness, had a succesful husband and two great sons.
Maybe all was not as it should be and maybe that was why I was walking to my lover, dressed in his mother's clothes and inhaling her scent, which was mine at that moment.
I was a sissy, playing a part of a real live woman for reasons I only guessed.
When I had been here before, I had my own slutty walk, with the quick clicking sound of my beautiful high heels, my short skirt always showing the tops of my stockings and my panties always shuffling about.
Now the clicking was much more stedy, but Martin must heard the woman, his mother getting closer and closer by the second.
I thought of nothing, Hopefully I could find a way to be the way he wanted me to be. There in his room and in his presence.
I walked to the door. It was closed. I knocked.
Come in, I've heard his voice.
So I came in. He wasn't lying in bed with his cock pointing at the ceiling like usual. He was sitting at the table.
He looked at me. He gave me the sweet and loving smile that I've had never seen on his face before.
Hello, he said.
I smiled, or tried to, I was a little nervous.
Hi, I replied.
And, suddenly, something switched in my head. And from that moment on, I just played his mother. And I felt like I was doing what I was supposed to do , for him, for my lover and my sexy son for the morning.
He was looking at me, at my lavender suit, with my understated skirt
below my knees, at my lavender jacket with three big buttons and my light shirt, bright white. He swept his eyes from head to foot. His gaze rested on My shoes with 2 and half inch heels.
His eyes lit up and brightened. His excitement was obvious.
He stood up and walked over to me. He looked into my eyes and tilted his head toward me as I've had seen him do several times when he met his mother outside our school.
And then... I started stroking him, covering it up by brushing unvisible dust from his shirt. His eyes widened and he leaned in close to my ear as if he wanted to
whisper something. But it was just a light warm blow in my ear and then I felt his tongue on my earlobe, light kisses.
He reached down, Grab my skirt, lifted it up and then his hand slid underneath. I felt the touch on my stockinged thihgh. He stroked it, he began to slide his hand up , slowly, very slowly, still kissin my earlobe and the hair around it.
I could feel his breath getting hotter and hotter, a relieved moan escapeing his lips
Did he see me as a 40-years old blonde?
His beloved mother?
You're so beautiful, he whispered.
Thank you, Martin, dear, I just repeated the words, I had heard from his mother, when I visited him few times , me in my rool as a class-mate.
He sighed.
His hand kept moving upwards and inevvatably he had to touch my naked skin, the skin between the tops of my stockings, richely laced, and the cool peach colored fabric of my bottom.
And yes, I could feel his hand on my bottom. He was Stroking me, looking for my pussy. When he found it, he stuck his finger inside, through the fabric of my panties.
I groaned , and laid my head on his shoulder.
I started to shiver, my arousal was brand new, never experienced before.
Oh, Martin, dear, what are you doing?
Shouldn't we be...love...
Don't worry... he said. There was one more word at the end of the sentence that I could not understand.
Was he playing a funny game just now? Or was he fulfilling his dreams? Or was it some kind of psychotherapy?
Whatever , , I was just playing it and it was natural for me, I was the blonde, attractive mother of this lovely boy, of this sexy man. And he clearly loved me, maybe no one ever loved me so much. I was her, insofar as I was able to accept the role of an older woman, who was being seduced by his son, but who probably dreamed of it very deep in her soul.
Because...her son is so kind to her, gives her so much attention, gives her something she misses...
Maybe. And maybe the reasons were completely different.
But here he was, stroking my private parts. And I was here too, dressed , like I'd just com from the office and these things just happened.
And...
I touched him. And it was there.
His erect penis, Beautiful and so attractive. He'd never been so hard before, when I was his whore, and he was using
me as a receptickle for his cum.
Oh, Martin, you're so strong, I whispered, savoring the shape of the hard tool. You're not a boy anymore.
I hadn't even noticed that my sweet son had become a strong man, so strong. Oh so strong. As I moaned the words, I stroke his irresistible member. He took my hand, his grip was firm, confident. He put my hand inside his briefs, so I could feel him directly. A real man, who knew what he wanted, Now he wanted the woman, the most beautiful woman in his life. And he knew, he would have her.
Just like a real man always gets what he wants. Oh, how it felt to touch that velvety hardness. So sweet and so dangerous all in one.
Oh, Martin, I whispered. Girls must love you when see how strong and beautiful you are. How strong and handsome my son is, Martin, my dearest.
His hand, down there, slid into my panties, and found it again, my cunnie, well lubricated, so that his finger got inside without any
resistance
A long, long moan, came out of me. Almost like a cry. The moan was made by my whole person, because the little boy showed what he wanted?
Now you'll be mine, he whispered, emphasizing the word mine.
He took my hand and put me behind the chair. I felt his strong hand on my back, and let myself bend over the back of the chair.
I felt him pull up my skirt, and then he was probably checking out my shiny ass in the peach panties and the sexy legs in the stockings.
I closed my eyes, suddenly I was blond wife and mother of two sons, with heavy breasts hanging down from my chest.
Probably Martha, the martin's mother had been fucked yesterday by her husband, the heavyweight big man, quite an unpleasant guy, arousing hatred and fear among his competitors.
And now his younger son wanted to have what his father had yesterday and what he could have whenever he felt like it. Could Martha and I resist, when such strong men were around us?
So I just stood, slumped over the chair, and waited for the inevitable.
His hands showed confidence.
He wanted to fuck, he wanted to fucked this woman and he knew why.
I had to open up, I was no longer a mother of the baby, I was a willing and devoted and obedientwoman waiting to be dominated.
I could feel my panties slipping down. And the pussy appeared, opened for him.
I felt the tip, the tip of his perfect penis. At that moment, I wanted it like nothing else.
There was only light pressure at the beginning. And then I felt all the brute force of his strong muscular body and the hard penis like a hard hungry piston slipped into the velvety soft wound, willing and ready to be his.
My sphincters suddenly expanded to let him in.
I could feel almost every inch of the tip. And then I felt the widest part where the tip turned into the shaft.
It opened me up even more, The moment came, when a woman felt she
belongs to her master, that she is obligated to surrender to him. The moment when at least a slight ache tells her, here is your place.
Then I experienced that long slow movement of the penis, driving into me, deeper and deeper..
It lasted, Like there was no end.
I could feel it, and my mouth exhaled air from the other side of my body, as if making room for the intruder.
The surroundings were so quiet, just the quiet movement of his cock inside his mother, who was just giving herself to his son.
And the rain drops, I remember it so vividly, hearing these drops tapping on the glass of the window, while feeling those slow, so slow movements inside my body, changing mother to her son's lover. The drops were falling silently down one by one, , outside, creating the blury wall, that protected the lovers with their forbidden love, forbidden pleasures from everyone.
It was almost torturous, His cock opening me up over and over again. His fantastic tool was making me his. The cock was causing wonderful sensations to spread from my pussy to my whole body. I felt loved, beautiful, now I wasn't being fucked, now I was making love.
Please, please, I breathed out the words.
I was living the dream, I could feel his cock movin in my insides, long and slow strokes, regular, in and out, in and out. The strokes, showing strength of the man, a son, who began to dominate his own beautiful mother, showing how strong my son had become. And sometimes, when Martin broke the rhythm and thrust furiously and brutally into my gots, I could feel hatred for something or someone, but also that in doing so he was destroying everything he wanted to destroy, that had to be conquered, that had to be humbled, ,
Loving.. Fucking. My breath. Silence., The rain. Little squeals.
I could feel the costume on me , and the sexy but comfortable underwear, so kind to my body. all expensive but nice. The perfume turning me on and him too.
But most of all, I felt the most prescious thing I could get. , that piece of male flesh moving inside me.
I was really a mother, who had come out of the office to find her son full of desire, full of love and what she had waited for so long had happened and she was glad that the long wait had come to an end.
My little clitty was trying to get hard. There was no way it could be compare to the weapon in my well fucked pussy. . Still, at least it showed how aroused i was, how I loved my son, how I loved my body, which he was so attracted to that he couldn't resist.
I felt his heavy balls slapping againstz my naked asss, The balls, that would feed my insides with his young semen in a few minutes . The semen, that will impregnate me and made him happy because he would achieve something that he had long wanted. In my mind, but also in my chest I could feel the heavy breasts,
those of Martha's, moving in time with my son's cock's movement, my pelvis, bumping against the back of the chair , crashing my tiny clitty and my small balls, which contain nothing that can impregnate anyone. I was sure of it, I was now in the role of a mother, I played the role of a slut before, but I never wanted be a man again.
But I was able to wet myself like women do when they're being fucked. . Mine leaked out of me onto the chair and the stockings.
It felt casual, it made me feel like I was in the right position, bent over, with my pussy filled.
Martin's pace quickened. His breathing became more audible, the thrusts more forceful and brutal. He held my hips to keep my body from moving forward with the chair or
or falling over the chair.
It felt so good, strong thrusts, strong hands, a man, I could love and submit to without any thoughts of the circumstances. I could, I had to , when he showed his desire Even as his mother.
Come, I'll show you, what you've never experienced. he said. A man who never doubted himself.
I'll do it to you, like no one else. he whispered with fury.
I've completely lost my head, I've fell into my role, so bizarre but so natural at that moment.
Fuck me, Martin, dear Martin, fuck your mother, fuck me.
Oh Martin, oh Martin, feed me your cum, squirt it in my cunt. Squirt it in your mother's cunt. I want your cum in there, only yours. --- Martin cried out and I felt the spasms, it was like nothing else, he must have been producing gallons of cum, filling me up,. My cunt was clenching, to get every single drop of my son's jusice to it. It went and went.
We collapsed, Martin fell on my back, on my lavender jacket. He was biting my neck, made me a terrible hickie as I have found later. We were half standing, half lying there. I concentrated only on the penis that still resided inside me.
How it felt, lying under him and feeling his cock getting softer and softer but still making me feel good. Then it slipped out.
Martin stood up, grab my hand and sat me on the chair. He took his flaccid penis in his hand and said:
Lick it! Of course I did
I licked it, suck it, cleaned it.. Martin patted me on the head. I knew that he could be very sweet and kind to his mother and to the other girls when they gave themselves completely to him, submitted to him and were ready to do anything he asked them to do.
--- Martin slide out his cock out of my mouth.
Go to the bathroom, he said.
I went to the bathroom, checked myself, and put on make up again.
Martin walked in. He opened the box of used laundry. He pull out a tight black mini dress that looked almost like a lingerie or nightie and the panties and bra set. Red. The problem was, that neither the dress nor the bra was suitable for my size A breasts. which were , of course much smaller than Martha's DD's.
But Martin had obviously planned ahead and given me falsies, very
nice to touch and big enough, for me to become his busty mommy.
Martha's tits was very popular among our class-mates and many perverted words were said about them. When Martin was not around of course.
We were sitting in the livin room, a large room, with expensive furniture. Me in very sexy outfit, that his mother had probably worn last week to some event where she was with her husband. His father liked to present his sexy wife, she always had to wear a revealing dress that sowed off her long legs and big boobs. The truth was Martha could have been playing much younger vixen.
Despite my slutty clothes, Martin sat down next to me and started
kissing me so tenderly, so lovingly, as I'd never experienced from him before. And I melted to his strong arms, kissing him passionately, stroking his bulging muscles, and moaning as I did so. Martin obviously liked it when I worshipped his great physique. .
My head was spinning and I was in the state of bliss and love and mixed feelings, like I was not sure who I really was,
I whispered, I love you, my dear.
And the response was surprising, Martin was obviously living his dream.
I love you mom, I needed that, I wanted you for so long. You know.
Yes, my sweet baby, I knew it.
I've spent at Martin's whole weekend, always playing his mother. I've had
my mouth and ass full of his cock and cum. I was fucked in his parents' king size bed, of course lying whre her mother slept. And I slept there too, next to my Martin.
In his mother nightie, at the morning I wore her bathrobe, all the pieces extremely sexy. I guessed, I understood what Martin was experiencing, seeing his mother wearing these sexy clothes.
and her husband touching her left Martin frustrated.
But now, in Martin's eyes, it was as it should be.