Fist Me, Mom!

Fist Me, Mom! A Sexual Adventure It had been years since I last visited my mother.The memories flooded back, of her gentle nurturing and warm embrace.I couldnt help but feel a twinge of guilt as I recalled the way she had caught me fingering myself in her bedroom one summer afternoon.Despite the awkwardness, I had found comfort in the familiarity of our home, and I was excited to spend some quality time with her again.As soon as we were alone, I brought up the subject of our intimate past.My mother looked surprised, but quickly her expression softened, I know you werent thinking, honey.We both just wanted a moment of pleasure.she said with a smile.With a nod of my head, I reached out and took hold of her hand, leading her into her bedroom.Mom, lets take things to the next level, I whispered in her ear, my voice barely above a whisper.Her eyes widened as I pulled off her clothes, revealing her soft, plump figure beneath them.With my fingers, I explored every curve and contour of her body, finding her breasts hard and stiff through her silky lingerie.Please, mom, take my fist, I begged, my voice trembling with desire.Just give me what I want, and nothing else.She nodded slowly, hesitantly pulling down her bra, revealing her large, tender nipples.As I bent down, I cupped my hands around her breasts, feeling the weight of their fullness against my skin.I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, and thrust my fist deep inside her.At first, there was resistance, but then her muscles relaxed, giving way to a sweet, hot sensation of fulfillment.She moaned softly, grinding against my fist as her orgasm shook her body.With each stroke, I could feel the tension building within me, the pleasure intensifying like never before.My fist slipped in and out of her tight, wet passage, filling every inch with my seed.It was a moment of pure ecstasy, of unbridled abandonment, and I knew I would never forget it.As my fist withdrew from her, my mother turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.Fucker, good job, she purred, her lips curling into a sly grin.You really know how to please a girl, dont you? And with that, she took hold of my cock and dragged it between her legs, eagerly taking the load that I held within.Fuck my mom, fuck my mom, oh fuck my mom! I cried out, my voice hoarse with passion.I drove myself inside her pussy, filling her to the brim with each stroke.Her back arched against the bed as I pounded into her, gripping her hips tightly as my cum filled her womb.We rolled together on the bed, panting and sweating as our bodies entwined, lost in the depths of pleasure.Years later, I returned to my mothers house, eager to rekindle the flame that had flickered within us so long ago.As she welcomed me back into her arms, I couldnt help but feel grateful for the sexual adventure we had shared, for the moments that had stuck with me ever since.I knew that I would always cherish those memories, the erotic bond that we had formed.For in that moment, between a mother and son, something truly magical had occurred.