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My earliest masturbation, and my sons loveYou start by feeling the rigid contours of your vagina on the outside of your panties. When you’re young your vaginal lips are so well defined, so like an irresistible itch, tracing their contours can have an arousing effect, with your fingers slipping under the elastic of your panties, over the smooth pubis, down between the moist warm lips, and inside your being, where at this point, your inexperienced mind takes over, and all sorts of fantasies about sex, men, boys, and some sorts of a****ls, drive your fingers, like pistons of a well oiled engine, slim hips arched into a receiving position, thighs open as your toyboy bum is off the mattress, your panties are down and your other hand probes your anal entrance, as your being is drawn into one God almighty orgasm.My only problem was, I never quite got there, I mean it was on the edge of my lips, my fingers were buried inside two completely different holes, I could remember my nude feet with my toes curling, as I arched my back even higher, but the light went on and I froze.I never looked left or right, I remained transfixed, frozen mid orgasm, in my classic arched position, then the light went out, and the door softly closed, smothering the shaft of light, illuminating my nubile form, frozen in such and adult wanton position.I lay there terrified, having not quite attained full gratification, but with a new kind of excitement coursing through my youthful loins, I was caught doing it, and could only guess at whom it might have been.Slowly my fingers began their journey to my silky purse, my secretions felt different, thicker and more viscous, even self lubricating my backdoor entrance, my forbidden entrance, desired by older men, men with experience, as one told me once, even though he was drunk, there seemed an element of truth in it, ‘You always remember your first lover, Mariel’, he paused for emphasis, giving me canlı bahis şirketleri time to let his words sink in before continuing, ‘But you never forget the loss of your backdoor’.If the truth be told, I struggled with the ‘Backdoor’, analogy, then it became clear, as his finger slipped between my buttocks and sought mine out, I can still remember it going in part-ways, and as I squirmed away from him, my panties were skewered inside my bum, uncomfortable, but as I walked, I felt penetrated.Who this man was is of no consequence, what he did was awaken me and my body, to the hidden desires of men for girls, and as a consequence, I was rewarded in my positive attitude, soon finger probing of my ass, by this same man, led in later life a financial reward, upon his death bed, I received a handsome stipend, to study In Newcastle, England, where fingers were replaced by the real thing, by the time I was 17, some nine years later, by another old man, my landlord, while his old wife slept downstairs, I butt fucked myself into free accommodation.But I digress from the night I was caught doing it, I am sure you want to know what happened later that night, as whosoever caught me, was not going to let a golden opportunity, go to waste.To continue where I left off wallowing in my viscous vaginal secretions, I fumbled and probed until attaining my ultimate goal, my numbed fingers from my thigh squeezing, eventually relaxed as I did, allowing my naked body to sleep a disturbed sleep, one where men were touching me, and probing me.I had heard of ‘Wet Dreams’, the bodies release of perfect sex with men in your head, with all your erogenous zones firing on all cylinders, culminating in the perfect orgasm.I awoke the next morning with the most amazing feeling, I knew even before my hand sought more pleasure, I was still wet and desirous for more.I played some then looked down, I knew without really knowing canlı poker oyna why I was wet, it was sperm and it was coming out of me, in fact it was everywhere, I surely could not have dreamt this, my accidental voyeur had come back and eased himself inside me, no doubt enjoying the machinations of my unadulterated acceptance in my dreamlike state, and the ease with which he slid inside me, and released, my own orgasm confirming my pleasure for him visiting me.As a mother I have been confronted by my own sons masturbatory urges, bed sheet, curtains, and a pair of my old panties, were his cum rags, sorry guys, but that’s how we women describe your ejaculatory wipes.You might think, here is a woman with her insight into sex, chastising her son, for whacking one out, but you would be wrong, most mothers shy away from it and leave it up their fathers, but his, my ex, fucked off and started travelling, so touching hardened semen from my own sons sack, somehow feels different from the countless liters of the stuff I have swallowed, rubbed into my nude flesh, and licked from cocks and floors, yes you could be forgiven but the hardened gusset on my stolen panties, would indicate, a boy with a whole lot of love for the lady of his life, and I needed to have a serious talk with him, even in my unorthodox methods in its application, were sexually explicit.I waited until he arrived home from school. Ryan is f******n, a handsome boy making waves with some of my friends twice his age, so you could appreciate my sensitive and protective nature for him, and with his father walking out on us four years past, he was my man of the house, but now as his mother I needed to keep him on the straight and narrow, otherwise the ‘Cougar Girls’, aka my friends, would have his freshly dropped balls for supper.The front door closed and I called out for him to come and sit with me.He settled down and faced me, that was when bets10 güvenilir mi I produced my soiled panties. ‘You recognize these Ryan’?He blinked a few times, hard then tapered of to rapid blinking. ‘Yes Mom, they’re your panties’, his face turned crimson.’And this Ryan’? I opened the crotch to expose the gusset, his sperm hardened by God knows how many ejaculates.Ryan looked hard, then at me and back to the panties, it was only then I realized I was rubbing the area of harden sperm with my thumb, ‘Why sweetie’, I softened my tone?’Because your a woman’. I was lost for words, and shocked by his admission to referencing me as a woman for sexual purposes.’But I am your mother’, I interjected, ‘sons dont do this sort of thing with their mothers’.Suddenly the penny dropped, who was I to lecture on such a delicate subject, I was sucking my own father’s cock when I was a girl, and thought nothing about it back then.At that very moment I had lost the argument, my son knew of my escapades with my own father, having found my diaries and read my scribbling, perhaps this was the catalyst for his fetish with me.’Have you been watching me’? He smiled knowingly, he had, and now it was my turn to blush, it would appear the sins of the daughter have come back to haunt her.’What The Fuck’, I gave up. I looked at my boy and smiled, I guess we are just human after-all.I got up and went upstairs, undressed and lay on my bed, my room door was fully open and I called on Ryan to come up.He stood in the doorway and looked me up and down, ‘Come here’, I said, holding my arms up and put them around him, pulling him on top of me, and between my open legs.’No more secrets Ryan’, he understood the enormity of the moment, as I started to undress him, until he was naked and hard between my thighs, his penis announcing his readiness for sex, and a better place for his semen to be ejaculated into.With so many pills on the market for unwanted pregnancies, taboo subjects like i****t is a thing of the past if proper precautions are taken. Some cultures allow for parental education and closer bonding, feeling my sons cock brush against my cervix is as close as one can get, life has really come full cirle.

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