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My name is Jean-Sébastien but most of my English-speaking friends call me John. I’m twenty-two years old, I was born and raised in Montreal and am currently studying to become an accountant. I live with my mom Valérie in a two-bedroom apartment that’s about an hour away from school. My parents separated when I was still a toddler, so life has pretty much been me and my mom.Between going to school and seeing my friends, I usually lead a very busy life so staying with my mom is okay for now. She doesn’t ask me to help with the rent so I can focus on my studies without incurring too much debt. I’m hardly ever home anyway. But things changed recently as we are now confined to our homes due to the coronavirus outbreak. School is closed and we’re only allowed to go out for groceries and urgent medical appointments.Despite being a very good looking forty-five-year-old woman, I’ve never seen my mom with a lover or boyfriend. And she never goes out at night so I’m rather confident she hasn’t had anyone steady in her life in many years. The good side is that I’ve had a rather stable childhood despite my parents not living together. The bad side is that my mom relied on me for emotional support which could be awkward at times.I was a bit of a late bloomer şişli escort when it comes to sex. I was embarrassingly old when I first found out about masturbation. And I lost my virginity to my girlfriend when I was twenty and she was eighteen. I was always a rather conventional lover. I like passion and sensuality in a woman, but I was never into threesomes or kinky toys.I have a darker secret though. For five years, I’ve masturbated thinking of my mom. I’m not quite sure how it all started. It must’ve been a combination of teenage hormones and the unusually close relationship I had with her. I still remember the first time it happened. I was still a virgin, so the image was very vague. I must’ve imagined my mom stroking me, but it would’ve lasted a second. As I came, I felt such a tremendous amount of pleasure and guilt. I remember falling asleep very quickly and waking up the next morning in disbelief of what had happened. I was hooked.My biggest concern was my relationship with my mom. We were so close, and I was afraid that things would be weird between us. It turned out to be fine. My mother was never the overtly affectionate type, so that helped. As I successfully dealt with my guilt, I started indulging şişli escort bayan in the fantasy more and more. And, so the fantasy evolved. I began having clearer images of my mom giving me a handjob. And even if I had never received oral sex, I eventually fantasized about my mother sucking my cock. Ultimately, I imagined being on top of her, kissing her, making love to her.My oedipal tendencies were somewhat tamed when I started dating my first serious girlfriend, but they skyrocketed through the roof when we broke up. I was in pain and took refuge in masturbation and incestuous fantasies. This time I was more experienced, so my thoughts were even more precise. I imagined ejaculating in my mother’s mouth. My hard cock pounding her pussy. Her moans while I came in her. Around the same time, I met a girl online and we had phone sex every Sunday morning. When I told her about my special fantasy, she was very turned on, so together we explored this theme thoroughly.My fantasies became borderline perverse. I thought of having loud sex in my room while she was home, and when she’d knock on my door, I would tell her to come in and would ejaculate on her. I also liked imagining my mother getting pounded by a hard mecidiyeköy escort cock, how she’d scream while I’d jerk off on the side of the bed. Another favourite of mine was to be bathed by my mom and how she’d carefully retract my foreskin and clean my penis. I like to think that never have those fantasies interfered with my real-life relationship with my mother. Until two days ago…We had been in confinement for about a week. Usually, I pleasured myself late at night when my mom was asleep. Our apartment is charming but it’s rather cozy and the walls are paper-thin. But being horny and having nothing else better to do, I started indulging during the day. It wasn’t very subtle to periodically lock myself up for ten minutes here and there, but I did it anyway. We were stuck together almost 24/7 so I better became comfortable with it.Masturbating while my mom was in the next room pretty much knowing what I was doing turned out to be very exciting. I had raging hard-ons and my incestuous fantasies were on fire. As I became more comfortable and excited, I would even breathe heavily and moan during my private moments. I guess I’m a bit of an exhibitionist after all.Perhaps because of the lockdown, my mind started to wander. What if we were stuck here for years? What would happen if we both became so horny and frustrated in this confined space? When I was in my normal state, those thoughts made no sense, but when I was turned on (which was most of the time), I sort of entertained those thoughts seriously. It was scary.

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