About My Mom...

Since the pandemic started, I have been living with my mother for a few months. She has never been an attractive woman and has always been a bit fat, with a face with a big nose and lips. However, her body changed when she started exercising and her physique became similar to Nicki Minaj's: a 1.60m tall woman with hourglass hips and a big butt, but natural in this case.

In the town where I was staying, it is located in the woods and is mainly inhabited by old people, also the Wi-Fi was not that great. I spent part of the lockdown with my mum not only to keep her company due to the fact that she was always left alone after my father died, but also to be a bit in nature and among the animals (it's more or less a farm) . I was talking to my girlfriend on the phone; she too had gone to her relatives for the lockdown, but unlike me she was also in the company of her seven brothers and sisters in Barbados: she is black, fair skin, but still black. I admit, I'm a jungle fever.

I always loved my mother, despite any quarrels similar to certain stereotypes created about us (we are immigrants descendants from Italy, so it is normal that we have a rather loud voice and that the surrounding people "recognize us instantly"), I have always seen my mother as such, never as something sexual.

I hadn't seen women for a long time and the only ones who were there were either old or my mother who is much younger in comparison ( she has about 55 years old ), plus the internet connection was very bad. I didn't think it was going to happen.

Practically one day I was in the hallway of the house and suddenly my mother passed in the middle. As she walks, wearing a slightly tight jumpsuit, I see her butt sway with every step. I see her round buttocks positioned between her petite legs and her narrow hips. Keep walking until she turn left towards the kitchen.

In those few seconds I had lost awareness of what I was doing for a moment: I was looking at that ass with desire, forgetting that it was my mom. I immediately feel guilty about what I have done and I begin to think about other things to forget.

The next day in the kitchen my mother bends over to take something and I'm embarrassed, because I have a better butt in full view than the Kardashians' and I refrain from staring at it for the fact that it's my mother. On the afternoon of that same day, my mom starts eating a banana and I pay attention to her big lips around the banana; instantly in my head the image of my mother sucking a cock appears. I feel disgusted and I immediately dismiss this thought, and then go to another part of the house.

The next morning my mom hugs me, I feel the pressure of her breasts on my chest ... too late to stop the event ... I get a very hard erection. After breakfast, I lock myself in the bathroom and begin to focus on why this is happening. After some time I came to the conclusion that maybe subconsciously I am seeing my mother as an attractive woman, due to the lack of my girlfriend and I am replacing her with my mother, probably for specific details that if noticed make me activate a sexual desire inside of me.

This made me calm down and reflect that basically it's happening because I miss my choco babe. So I guess I don't have to worry about this ... after all I don't have to masturbate thinking about my mom or have sex with her, right?

A week later we had to go downtown to shop from a cousin of his and we decided to use Grandpa's old pickup. My mom got dressed in two leather boots, pretty tight blue jeans, a plaid shirt and a very themed hat. I had put myself on the driver's side only that there was a problem: the passenger door was broken and therefore would not open. My mom had to come in from my side by passing over me, rubbing her butt on my cock and finally sitting down. We left and it was pretty hot. The air conditioning does not work, so my mom unbuttons her shirt showing a wide cleavage; what was worse was not only the fact that I had started to look, but that the details of the drops of sweat that ran down the middle of the breast line stirred me. "Christina Hendricks," I said to myself.

The day has passed and I lie down to sleep convinced that nothing has happened at all ... I feel my dick wake up. A lot of scenes pop into my mind where I have sex with my mom in the pickup truck. I can't take my attention away and I can't even sleep. The scenes become more intense and numerous about me and my mom in the pickup: me and her making out, my mom sucking me, my mom riding me in reverse position, me fucking my mom fiercely in doggystyle. I am tired and have bad control of my actions in this state. I decide to let go and masturbate thinking about my mom in the pickup. I touch myself imagining me kissing her mouth, me touching her tits and then finally fucking her big butt, at the end cum inside her mouth.

The moment I found my right hand stained with cum and realizing that I just touched myself while thinking on my mom, I was too ashamed of myself and thought I am a bad boyfriend if I get horny on my mom.

After that night there was no wish for my mother and I didn't even dare to have any. Months later I was able to move. I greeted my mum and went to visit my girlfriend in Barbados, happy to see her we kissed very passionately, not giving importance to the people around. Staying on the most beautiful island in Central America, I prepare Italian food for all seven brothers and sisters of my sweetheart.

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