At My Mothers Breast

At My Mothers Breast – A Hot Sex Story

The night was cold and dark, and I had been out for hours, just wandering around aimlessly. I was looking for something, though I wasn’t exactly sure what that something was. Then, suddenly, I saw it. An old, dilapidated building on the corner of the street, looking almost as if it were calling to me. I hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door and walking inside.

The moment I stepped through the door, I was enveloped by a wave of warmth. It felt like I had stepped into a world of sex and pleasure, one that I had never experienced before. I looked around, wondering what sort of place this was, when I heard a voice calling out my name. I looked up to see my mother standing there, looking even more beautiful than I remembered her.

“Come, my darling,” my mother said, beckoning me over to her. I hesitantly stepped closer, still unsure of what was going on. My mother ran a hand down my cheek and smiled. “I know what you want,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. “You want to feel my breasts.”

I felt a rush of warmth flood through me and I couldn’t help myself as I nodded eagerly in response. My mother chuckled and then led me over to a chair in the corner of the room. She seated me down and then straddled me, her breasts pressing up against my chest. I shivered as I felt her warmth radiating through me and soon I could feel her breathing becoming heavier.

My mother cupped my face in her hands and leaned down, pressing her lips softly against mine. I felt an immediate surge of heat throughout my body and I melted into her embrace. She teased my lips apart with her tongue and I felt her breasts pressing harder against me. I ran my hands up her back, kneading her soft skin and feeling her nipples harden under my touch.

My mother gently pushed me down onto the chair, continuing to kiss and caress me as she did so. Her hands traveled down my body, exploring me in a way that I had never been explored before. She cupped my genitals and teased them with her tongue, arousing me even more. I moaned as I felt her tongue licking and sucking, and I could feel the heat between my legs increasing.

Soon, my mother was lying on top of me, her breasts pressed up against my chest as I felt her hot breath against my neck. I ran my hands up her back, pushing her closer to me as my tongue explored her mouth. I felt my hands wander down her body, exploring every inch of her soft skin. I felt her hips move against me and my arousal intensified even more.

My mother shifted her position, pushing my head between her breasts as I felt her nipples brush against my face. I closed my eyes as I felt her hands hold my head against her chest and I felt her softness against my lips. I licked and sucked, wanting to savor every moment of the sensations that were coursing through my body.

“Oh, my darling,” my mother breathed as I felt her fingers caressing my head. I moved my hands down her body, exploring every inch of her skin as my arousal grew even more intense. I felt her hips move against me as I reached between her legs, feeling her wetness against my fingers.

My mother gasped as I moved my fingers inside her, exploring her depths and massaging her pleasure spots. She moaned and panted as I explored her, and I felt her body tremble as I increased my speed and intensity. I felt her orgasm build and then crash over us both, her moans becoming increasingly louder as I felt her body quiver beneath me.

When our passion was finally spent, my mother pulled me close to her, her body still trembling slightly. We lay together in a warm embrace, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I had never experienced such an intense and passionate sexual encounter before, and I knew that this was something I would never forget.

My mother and I stayed in that embrace for what seemed like hours before finally standing and making our way out of the building. I felt a strange sense of peace as we walked back home, and I knew that no matter what, I could always turn to my mother for comfort and pleasure.

At My Mother’s Breast will always be a special memory for me, one that I will never forget.