Seducing MOM

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  Seducing Mom   My name is Steve and I am of 19 years. I stand 5’11” above the ground and have a good built, however not of a footballer. Most people enjoy my company and I get around well with both, boys and girls. My parents broke up when I was 12 and my father sent me to a hostel. I studied there for 4 years after which I again started living with my father. Our relationship developed into a mature one and I started looking forward to him not only as a father but also as a friend and a guide. Three months back my father married a girl Betty. I say girl because she was just 24 and looked even younger than that. She was very short and had a petite frame. At 5’3″ she still looked like another high school student and could easily pass as one. But only a few days after the marriage, my father was promoted and had to immediately leave for Britain . I felt sad as my father caught his flight, but my animal instincts made me feel gleeful at the prospect of being alone with my new mom. My mom was a very naïve and istanbul travesti looked after me as her real son, unaware of my feelings towards her. I saw that she was still raw and youthful. I knew that though she was still a child, but was sure I wouldn’t be able to get to fuck her easily. Hence, I decided to play with her and later trick her into the bed. I hadn’t formulated any proper strategy of how I was going to do this, hence decided to follow my instincts. We had just returned from the airfield, when my mother suddenly burst out crying. She fell into my arms weeping on my shoulders. Pulling her closer to myself I started caressing her back and found she was without any bra. “Calm down mom, its part of life. I now you must be sad but still you’ve got me.” As I said this, I gripped her tightly pushing her boobs against my chest. I felt them rising as she breathed. My eyes were transfixed on her cleavage, out of which the tops of her breasts were plainly visible. She stopped crying and washed istanbul travestileri here face. Her expressions made it apparent that she was embarrassed. Bringing her ass near me she mumbled a sorry. Holding her hand, I said, ” Come on, after all you are my mother.” A nineteen year old with a mother of twenty-four who could comfortably pass as his date, I thought to myself. “Why don’t you go to your room, let me fix today’s dinner.” I asked her aloud. Nodding she went to her room. “Dinner’s ready!” I called out to her. She appeared in the doorway wearing a white robe, which I recalled as the one given to her by my father. I soon realized that she was out of her mind, or who else would wear a translucent gown without a bra? The outline of her perfect boobs was clearly visible, while her pink nipples could also be seen through the thin fabric. As I sat down on the table, the robe parted revealing her left tit. I hastily sat down trying to hide my erection. Lost in her thoughts she didn’t pay the travesti istanbul least attention to dress. This is the perfect time to enter her juicy cunt, my mind screamed. I smiled to myself, knowing that I could easily trick her to allow my rod to enter her pussy. “You look bushed, mom,” I spoke, ” I am sure you could do with some wine. It will help your nerves to unwind, and you would loosen up relieving you of this anxiety.” I got up before she could utter a single word and walked over to the bar. Her tit still hung limply, while she stared at the ceiling. Taking her glass, I put a little wine into it, along with a liberal amount of a strong whiskey. I took the glass over to the table. “Here have some.” I said in the most affectionate and loving tone to her. She initially resisted but I was finally able to persuade her to drink. Taking one big gulp she drained the contents of the glass into her mouth. Immediately I got another, which she drank without hesitation. Now I started serving her neat and within another three drinks she was completely smashed. Her eyelids drooped and she stuttered. She took a deep breath and leaned back. This pulled her robe further apart exposing one of her breasts completely, while the other hung in a tantalizing way. “How about watching a movie?” I proposed.

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