I WON THE LOTTERY AND MY MOTHER SURPRISED ME

My name is Antonio. I’m 25 years old and I’ve had a rather eventful love life. For example, a few months ago I found out that I’m not my father’s son. My mother married another man after I was born.

My mother is 45 years old. She’s still very beautiful and has an excellent figure. She wears her hair short, and her best feature is her legs.

About my life. During my teenage years, I experienced a lot of financial hardship. After my military service, the problems began. I fell into the hands of men who teased me, but I never managed to have sex with them, not even a little touch.

But when I turned 25, everything changed. My stepfather won the lottery. A month later, I met a woman. She had a good body, even if she wasn’t particularly attractive. That’s when things changed completely. She’d immediately unzip my fly and grab my cock. It even hurt when she did it. And then she’d put it in her mouth. Being inexperienced, I thought it was heaven, but I don’t think she was that good at it either. She sucked a lot and hit me with her teeth, but I liked it.

This girl started playing with me. Sometimes she would do it, but less and less frequently, which created a state of anxiety and dependence on her.

My mother eventually met her and I could tell from the way she looked at her that she didn’t like her at all.

Okay, so now I’m going to tell you what the surprise was. One weekend I called my girlfriend and she told me she wasn’t going to be with me because she had something very important to do. I was lying in bed, feeling very desolate. Suddenly the door opened and my mother appeared, dressed in lingerie, very provocative.

– Mom, what are you doing? – I said.

“There’s something I haven’t told you,” he said.

– What? – Your father is not your real father.

– That?.

– Because before I met him I was a prostitute.

I was left speechless.

She was standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette, very suggestive, much prettier than my girlfriend.

– Mom. Get out of here, I said.
– Your stepfather isn’t here. You know he’s working this weekend…

“Leave me alone,” I said, tormented.

Finally, he left.

The next day, I couldn’t calm my erection or my wild anxiety. I was itching to sleep with any woman. Suddenly, I saw my mother walk down the hall in her black lingerie. My heart started pounding.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Enter his room.

I squeezed her breasts with both hands. She took off her bra, and I began to suck on her bare breasts, wetting them with my saliva. Again and again. My mother unbuttoned my shirt and sucked on my nipples too. A moan seemed to escape my lips. Goosebumps rose on my skin, and I felt myself being released from the pain and the frenzy.

I was standing and she bent down. I put my cock between her tits. She squeezed them. I thought she was squirting milk, but it wasn’t; I had just come without realizing it, but I was still hard and very horny.

I made her stand up and practically dragged her to the bed. There I took off her panties and started licking her pussy. I was incredibly aroused and she looked at me complacently, but I wasn’t sure if she was enjoying it. Maybe I wasn’t doing it right! But she wasn’t bothered either. What she wanted most of all was to make me feel good.

I also sucked his ass, although I admit it disgusted me a bit and I had to stop.

The next day, my mother woke me up very early. She was dressed in black lingerie. My father had already left for work.

My mother brought her mouth close to my ear and said the following: – On one occasion a client asked me for a special service.

I was speechless.

– But for that I had to be fasting.

Having said that, I pulled down my pajama pants and she put my cock in her mouth. Sucking it. I couldn’t feel her teeth, only her tongue moving rapidly. Also…

I felt a suction.

– I did it for money that time…

My cock reached the back of her throat. I could feel the heat, the saliva, the stickiness.

– But now I do it because I love you.

My mother was coughing from how deep she was putting it in.

– And now grab my head and make me swallow your cock. Imagine I’m an inflatable doll.

I did it like this. Making him choke. Making him gag. And his eyes watered. He was spitting out all kinds of saliva, drool, mucus, juices, but he kept moving his tongue. From the waist down, I was completely soaked.

I came like a pimp, screaming with pleasure, and she was gasping for breath.

I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and fell asleep. When I woke up, my mother was still lying next to me. She had taken off her panties.

“Finish,” he told me.

I penetrated her. Her vagina was soaking wet. I could see her face through her arms. I didn’t want to touch my face to hers. It disgusted me. How she moved her hips! And her face remained impassive. I couldn’t hold back any longer and my body collapsed on top of hers. I could feel her breathing. She was taking the initiative, moving all the time. I did nothing. Her legs, with their firm thighs, trapped me. I felt her shudder. She had an orgasm with a gasp that ended in a small moan.

– This definitely didn’t happen to me with that man.

I came too. Now I was the one who could barely breathe.

We got out of bed.

“Don’t go back to that woman,” my mother told me. “And what about me, a whore? Go take a shower!”

Since then I don’t suffer so much with women anymore.