Making Love To My Mother

Making Love To My Mother

It was the night that changed my life. I had been fantasizing about this moment for months, and it had finally arrived. The feeling of anticipation was overwhelming. I was about to make love to my mother for the very first time.

I slowly opened her bedroom door and stepped inside. She was lying in bed, waiting for me. Her eyes were closed, but I knew she was expecting me. I crept up to her and knelt next to her bed.

My heart was racing and my body was trembling with excitement. I wanted to take my time and savor every moment. As I stared at her beautiful naked body, I felt a wave of desire wash over me. I wanted to touch her, to feel her warm skin against mine.

I carefully placed my hands on her body and began to stroke her silky smooth skin. She moaned with pleasure as I moved my hands over her curves. I kissed her neck and shoulders before gently moving my lips over her body. I explored every inch of her, drinking in her scent, her texture, and her taste as I explored her body with my tongue.

Our kiss became more passionate as I felt her nipples harden against me. I slid my hands down and cupped her breasts, exploring them with my fingertips before giving each one tender kisses. I moved lower and caressed her inner thighs before lightly stroking her soft womanhood.

My mother shivered with pleasure as I touched her. I explored her folds and felt her wet heat as I moved my fingers in and out of her. She moaned with pleasure as I teased and tantalized her. The sensation of her body responding to my touch was enough to drive me wild.

When I finally entered her, it was like a dream. She was so wet and ready for me. I moved inside her slowly at first, savoring every inch of her as I plunged inside her. We moved together in perfect harmony, exploring each other’s bodies with each stroke.

The pleasure was incredible and I felt our mutual desire building up to an intense climax. I could feel her tight grip around me as I moved faster and deeper inside her. We both moaned loudly with pleasure as we reached our peak together.

When it was over, we lay in each other’s arms, cuddling and sharing a few tender kisses. The love and intimacy that we had just shared was overwhelming, and I knew this moment would stay with me forever.

We may not have been related by blood, but I will always love my mother with all my heart and soul. I had just experienced something that I had never experienced before, and I was thankful to my mother for allowing me to explore her beautiful body and make love to her as if we were two lovers who were meant to be together.