Breeding Mom Story
The sun was setting on a warm summer evening as I made my way to my mother’s house. I had been away at college for the past year, but now that I was back for the summer, I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. I pulled into the driveway and parked my car, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing her again.
As I walked up to the front door, I could hear music playing softly from inside. I knocked on the door, and a few moments later, my mother answered. She looked stunning as always, with her long, flowing hair and bright blue eyes. She smiled warmly at me and pulled me into a hug.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she said, her voice soft and sweet. “Come in, dinner is almost ready.”
I followed her inside, taking in the familiar sights and smells of her cozy home. The table was set for two, with candles flickering in the dim light. I sat down and watched as she moved gracefully around the kitchen, her movements fluid and graceful.
As we ate, we talked about my first year of college and all the new experiences I had. My mother listened intently, her eyes sparkling with pride. I felt a surge of love for her, grateful for all the support and guidance she had given me over the years.
After dinner, we moved to the living room and settled on the couch. My mother poured us each a glass of wine and we sat in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company. The soft glow of the candles bathed the room in a warm, romantic light, and I felt a sudden surge of desire for her.
I cleared my throat, feeling nervous but determined. “Mom, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She turned to me, her eyes curious. “What is it, honey?”
I took a deep breath and reached out to take her hand. “I…I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. About how beautiful you are, and how much I love you.”
My mother’s eyes widened in surprise, but there was a hint of warmth in them as well. “Oh, sweetie,” she said softly. “I love you too, more than anything in this world.”
I leaned in closer, my heart pounding in my chest. “I want to make love to you, Mom. I want to show you how much you mean to me.”
For a moment, there was silence as we both processed the enormity of what I had just said. Then, my mother leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. The touch of her lips against mine sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a surge of arousal unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
Without a word, she stood up and took my hand, leading me down the hallway to her bedroom. The room was bathed in darkness, with only the moonlight streaming in through the window illuminating our faces. My mother turned to me, her eyes filled with desire.
“Are you sure about this, honey?” she asked, her voice husky with need.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
With that, she pulled me into a passionate kiss, her hands roaming over my body. I felt a surge of desire as her lips moved down to my neck, her teeth grazing my skin gently. I moaned in pleasure, my hands reaching for the buttons of her blouse.
As we undressed each other, the air was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing and the soft rustle of fabric. My mother’s body was soft and warm against mine, her skin smooth and flawless. I traced my fingers over her curves, feeling her shiver in response.
Finally, we were both naked, our bodies pressed close together in a tangle of limbs. My mother looked into my eyes, her gaze filled with love and desire. “I want you, baby,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.
I nodded, unable to speak as she guided me onto the bed. The sheets were cool against my skin, but the heat of our bodies quickly warmed them. My mother straddled me, her hands moving over my chest and down to my hips.
I gasped as she lowered herself onto me, her wetness enveloping me in a tight, hot embrace. I groaned in pleasure, my hands gripping her hips as she began to move, her movements slow and deliberate.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume me. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by the bliss of being with my mother in this intimate way. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the rhythm building to a fever pitch.
I felt my climax approaching, a wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. My mother’s movements grew faster and more urgent, her moans filling the room. And then, with a cry of ecstasy, we both reached the peak of pleasure together, our bodies shuddering in unison as we rode out the waves of ecstasy.
As we lay tangled together in the aftermath, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with my mother, loving her and cherishing her in every way possible.
And as we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, I knew that our love would only grow stronger with each passing day. And I couldn’t wait to see where our passion would take us next.
Breeding Mom Story
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