My mom has always been the sexy goddess in my heart, with her plump breasts, sensual legs, and her most captivating feature—her snowy white, thick ass. Every time our family went on a beach vacation, I’d secretly stare at her fat ass through my sunglasses. At first, my sexual fantasies were about me having sex with my mom. While jerking off, I’d imagine her in lace lingerie, sitting on me with her ass, shaking her tits as I fucked her.
Later, my dad went abroad for work, gone for six months at a time, and I found out my mom was hooking up with her boss. At first, she’d call her boss at night while at home, but gradually, the calls became more frequent. I’d be in my room playing PS while she was in the living room with the TV on, thinking the TV noise would cover her conversation—but I could hear every word clearly. Her tone on the phone got more and more flirty. One time, while she was on the phone in the bathroom, I heard her say in a seductive voice:
“I’m in the bathroom, not wearing anything, my ass is completely bare.”
“Sure, come over now, I’ll let you do whatever you want, anything you like—I just hope you’ve got the guts for it.”
Hearing this, I got hard instantly. My mind conjured up images of my mom wiggling her ass to seduce her boss, then being pinned down on the bathroom counter, her big white ass getting pounded hard while her lace panties dangled around her ankles, her sexy, thick ass rippling with each thrust. That phone call shattered the dignified image I had of my mom. Her slutty tone etched itself into my mind, and from that moment on, the image of my mom in my head became cheap and vulgar.
My mom started going to company parties, often coming back drunk late at night. Every time I helped my booze-reeking mom back to her room, I couldn’t resist groping her tits and ass. One time, as I was helping her into the house while fondling her ass like usual, she mumbled in a daze:
“No more, Tom, I’ve already been fucked by you guys ten times today—let my pussy rest for a bit.”
I was shocked hearing this, feeling a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, I was angry that my mom was getting fucked by her colleagues; on the other hand, I felt incredibly aroused, my dick painfully hard.
From then on, my fetish completely shifted to fantasizing about my mom being fucked by all kinds of men. For example, I’d imagine her drunk, laid out on a dining table with her skirt flipped up to her waist, her colleagues taking turns fucking her—those in the back pounding her slutty pussy while those in front enjoyed her warm mouth, finally taking turns cumming inside her pussy and mouth. Thinking about my mom’s pussy smeared with cum, her face dripping with semen, was insanely hot. I’d imagine her as a filthy whore in slutty fishnet stockings, riding her greasy, fat boss, shamelessly grinding her big white ass back and forth while he groped her tender white tits, squeezing them until they turned red.
I don’t know if this mindset of mine is normal, but I really love fantasizing about my mom being fucked by other men. In real life, there are plenty more of my mom’s slutty moments, and I might use this as material to write a story in the future.
Later, my dad went abroad for work, gone for six months at a time, and I found out my mom was hooking up with her boss. At first, she’d call her boss at night while at home, but gradually, the calls became more frequent. I’d be in my room playing PS while she was in the living room with the TV on, thinking the TV noise would cover her conversation—but I could hear every word clearly. Her tone on the phone got more and more flirty. One time, while she was on the phone in the bathroom, I heard her say in a seductive voice:
“I’m in the bathroom, not wearing anything, my ass is completely bare.”
“Sure, come over now, I’ll let you do whatever you want, anything you like—I just hope you’ve got the guts for it.”
Hearing this, I got hard instantly. My mind conjured up images of my mom wiggling her ass to seduce her boss, then being pinned down on the bathroom counter, her big white ass getting pounded hard while her lace panties dangled around her ankles, her sexy, thick ass rippling with each thrust. That phone call shattered the dignified image I had of my mom. Her slutty tone etched itself into my mind, and from that moment on, the image of my mom in my head became cheap and vulgar.
My mom started going to company parties, often coming back drunk late at night. Every time I helped my booze-reeking mom back to her room, I couldn’t resist groping her tits and ass. One time, as I was helping her into the house while fondling her ass like usual, she mumbled in a daze:
“No more, Tom, I’ve already been fucked by you guys ten times today—let my pussy rest for a bit.”
I was shocked hearing this, feeling a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, I was angry that my mom was getting fucked by her colleagues; on the other hand, I felt incredibly aroused, my dick painfully hard.
From then on, my fetish completely shifted to fantasizing about my mom being fucked by all kinds of men. For example, I’d imagine her drunk, laid out on a dining table with her skirt flipped up to her waist, her colleagues taking turns fucking her—those in the back pounding her slutty pussy while those in front enjoyed her warm mouth, finally taking turns cumming inside her pussy and mouth. Thinking about my mom’s pussy smeared with cum, her face dripping with semen, was insanely hot. I’d imagine her as a filthy whore in slutty fishnet stockings, riding her greasy, fat boss, shamelessly grinding her big white ass back and forth while he groped her tender white tits, squeezing them until they turned red.
I don’t know if this mindset of mine is normal, but I really love fantasizing about my mom being fucked by other men. In real life, there are plenty more of my mom’s slutty moments, and I might use this as material to write a story in the future.
.. Fuck Yeah! All Day!
