I just turned 18 when my father suddenly died of a heart attack. A very sad period sets in finding me alone with my mom ... months go by without laughter, without sun ... then at one point I see a change in my mother, a young woman of 39 years old, who is recovering from smile, joke and especially dress sexier like daddy's time ...I start to look at her differently especially her necklines because she has a very beautiful breast as I could see when we all went to the beach together ... I compliment her for these new outfits and thank me with a huge kiss ... in the evening in my room, while caressing myself I start to think of her, imagining myself caressing her and even making her come with my hands and my mouth ... that now it's every night that it haunts me going further and further in the touching and the possession of his body ...One Sunday evening after having had a good drink with the neighbors who had come for lunch, after nightfall I was emboldened to go back to her room without knocking ... she is sitting in front of a small table topped with a large oval mirror in the process of brushing her long blond hair which I adore ... Immediately I notice that she put on a very short and above all very transparent nightgown .. I approach close to her and leaning I give her a furtive kiss in the neck .. she raises her head, smiles at me and tells me quite simply: I was waiting for you ... I press myself against her back and immediately my two hands imprison her magnificent breasts ... I feel them throb under the pressure with my hands like my huge cock which swells against his back ... Long minutes go by saying nothing, just the atmosphere to change, charged with a palpable emotion,strong, emotional, carnal ... then I loosen my embrace and she takes the opportunity to get up, turn around and come to stick to me ... I think my cock will explode against her b ...

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