Watching My Hairy Mom – An Erotic Sex Story
I was always fascinated with my mother. She’s an attractive woman in her mid-forties, with short dark hair, a petite frame, and a body that hints at more than just a few extra pounds. But what always stood out to me the most was her hairy bush. Every time she wore a skirt or shorts, I could see it peeking out from the fabric, like a secret I wasn’t supposed to know about.
It seemed like I was the only one who noticed. My father never said a word about it, and none of my friends ever saw it. But I couldn’t help myself. I was attracted to my mother, and her hairy bush was a major turn-on.
One night, after my parents had gone to bed, I snuck into their bedroom. I had to be careful, as I didn’t want to wake them up and get caught. I crept up to the bed, and there she was, lying on her back, her legs slightly spread apart. Her skirt had ridden up a bit, exposing her bush.
I was mesmerized by the sight. Her dark hair was so thick and full, spreading out in all directions. I leaned in closer, so close that I could smell her musky scent. I was in awe of her beauty, and I wanted to touch her. I reached out and ran my fingers through her pubic hair, feeling the softness and the warmth of her skin.
My mother stirred in her sleep, but she didn’t wake up. I continued to explore her body, lightly tracing my fingertips over her curves and her skin. I felt her nipples harden against my fingertips, and I could feel my own arousal rising. I wanted more.
I moved my fingers lower and lower, until they reached her bush. I spread her legs open slightly, so I could get a better view. I took my time, exploring every inch of her body. I wanted to see and feel everything. I wanted to know what it was like to be inside her.
My fingers moved deeper, exploring her wetness and her tightness. She was so responsive to my touch, and I felt my desire for her growing. I wanted more. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to feel her around me, squeezing me tight.
I took my time, savoring every moment. I wanted to make sure she was ready for me. I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt her. So I kept exploring and teasing her, until she was begging for more.
Finally, I could take it no longer. I wanted to be inside her. I gently entered her and felt her warmth around me. I started moving slowly, savoring every moment. She was so tight and so responsive, and I wanted it to last forever.
The sensation was incredible. I could feel her body quivering with pleasure, and I moved faster and faster, pushing into her harder and harder. She started moaning loudly, unable to contain her pleasure. I felt like I was going to explode with pleasure, and I finally let go, spilling my seed inside her.
We lay there for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow. I was still inside her, and I never wanted to leave. We both knew this moment was special, and something we would never forget.
As I kissed her lightly on the lips, I knew that I had finally seen my mother for who she really was. No longer was she just my mother, but she was a woman, with desires and needs just like me. I had finally seen my forbidden love, and I knew I would never forget it.
