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Helping widow mom date againMy Dad died just a few months ago, and I had to interrupt my college degree to try to help my mother pass through this experience. I loved my dad very much and so did my mom. She was 51 at the time, but aged well besides being already a little to old to be considered a knock out to most men. She his a small woman, petite body, with relatively wide hips and medium breasts. She always used her hair short and blonde, although everyone could see it was colored hair.I’ve never had fantasies with my mother, although the fact that i used to jerk fantasying about mature women could be a sign that I had some physical exaltation about her. She was a teacher in the same High School I attend it and some times, when I was 13-14 I catch my friends conversations about her being hot. I hated that. She used to wear heavy make up that made her look sluttier, and her blonde colored hair didn’t help either. I could notice that some men in my city found her hot, and that was ok by me – I was kind of proud of that.The only recollection I have about being really embarrassed by her was one time, when I was 11, I was taking 1 week holiday with her at a small village beach. My father couldn’t come because he was working. We were hiding beyond some rocks and she decided to do topless. She gave me her wallet to go buy some ice cream, and I came, I saw some k**s, 15-16 years old spying on her; one was actually with his cock in his hands. They didn’t see me so i passed through them and reached the place where my mom was. I gave her the ice cream and she stood up without putting the bikini on again, and there she was sucking her ice cream while her boobs bounced in plain air.”It’s good that no one is in this small beach” she said, not knowing 2 k**s were jerking of beyond the rocks. I wanted to warn her about that, but I didn’t know how. So I had to take it. It was my lost of innocence, knowing my mother was the subject of sexual excitement to boys that was 2 or 3 years older than me. I have just watched my first porn movie in a friend’s VCR one month earlier. I was entering that age where we start to try to jerk off and there was my mom almost naked to the delight of the the small boys in some fishermen’s village.Even today that image strike me. I never masturbate about that but only because of the guilt involved. Now, almost 20 years later my mother is a widow and I am trying to bring her back to the joy of life.First thing, I had the unfortunate idea of inscribing her in a gym. But she started to like it. She liked so much that she start going there 3-4 days a week. She begun to be fit again. puled canlı bahis down some weight and toned her muscles. One day, by dinner time, she returned home from the gym, while I was in my bedroom and, by the semi open door, I saw her from the back. She was already wearing those tight leggings which I thought it was a litle inconvenient for a mature woman. I could see her panty line, for god sake. “Is she wearing this in the gym” I thought to myself. Then I realize I was being a bit harsh to reprove that. After all is perfect normal gym wear to use.I just want her to be happy and it was unfair to try to repress her. So I thought “let her be”.I didn’t notice by then, but that image trigger something inside of me that I didn’t experience since that day 20 years ago seeing my mother posing her nipples to those boys at the beach. It was like I found out my mom was kind of hot, at least to me – and probably to more men. The following weeks as I try to surpass my repressed feelings, my curiosity triggered. While my mom in the gym, I went to to her rom and started to search the drawers. With a scent of guilt I searched everything: tops, dresses, blouses. Then I finally open the lingerie drawer. There was the bras and panties. I thought to myself “what am I doing”. This is not right. But I was overwhelmed for curiosity.I was shocked to see my mom wore thongs. I mean THONGS. This was in that time where thongs were only for young girls and were remarked as kinky items to use. Some were really sexy and I immediately started to have a huge boner. A boner for MY OWN MOM. “Shame on you” I said to myself. But I couldn’t helped. I was obsessed with her, and because I didn’t have any girlfriend for a long time, I lost myself to that never-ending lust. I was doomed.I started to enjoy fantasying about my mom being fucked by other men. I almost wish that could happen in real life. I would often masturbate dreaming her dating guys, being fucked in cheap motels. Then every time she was out I went to her room, touch my personal favorite mom panties -some black transparent ones – while I stroke my penis hard. One night I even went further. She was asking my opinion on what to wear before a night out with her lady friends. They were having dinner in some fancy restaurant. It was usual for her to ask me, she did that since i was a k**. What wasn’t normal was me try to encourage her to put lighter, more revealing dresses. She acted surprise by that, but at the same time she was excited for me doing that. It was like she needed my approval to do so. Next thing i know she puts really revealing black dress. It was so tight my dick bahis siteleri swelled immediately.The dressed was those with no back, so I said “Is that dressed suppose to be weared with or without bra?”She looked at me like i had challenge her. “Don´t you think it could to scandalous?””It doesn’t look good seeing the entire bra on your back” I was beeing honest, actually. It didn’t fit with bra. You have to dressed it braless. Problem was she was a 51 mature woman. And was my mom.In a moment that I now recollect hundreds of times in slow motion, she takes out both straps of her dress, puts her hands on her back and opens the bra, leting her puffy relatively saggy boobs hanging out. They are medium big tits and it was the first time I saw those melons really close. They were bigger than I thought. To this day I remember how keen I was to suck those nipples immediately.She then put the straps back on and asked “Does it reveal to much?”Not really, i replied. I was lying. You could see her perky nipples right away. It was a glorious view.I said to myself “If you let your mother walk out like that to a bar you are pushing it”. But my excitement was greater than any rational thought.She put her make up and leave. I, right away masturbate 2 or 3 times wondering what would happen to my mom. Her friends were almost all divorced women. She will be put in a situation where guys would be taking chances on her. I imagined her drunk being dragged to some sleazy hotel to be fucked by a bunch a guys taking turns. I would pay so that situation could happen in real life. On the same time I ashamed myself for fantasying that.She returned earlier than expected. I was in kitchen eating. Apparently nothing happen, but she was a bit drunk. She asked me to take a real conversation with her. “A real conversation. What the hell that means”, I wondered excited.”No big deal. I have to tell you something”. She seamed serious like she had to be drunk to have the courage to ask me.”These past weeks I’ve been spenting in the gym, a young guy tried to hit on me”My heart stopped. I mean, I’ve beeing fantasying about that, but this was the real thing.”When did this happen”, I asked while my heart pulsed like a lightning.”This k** has taking all his time making conversation with me. At first I thought he was being nice. Then he started being all touchy an stuff””Touchy and stuff”. I said nervously.She started to laughed “Honey. You know. Touchy, like boys use to do do when they want to flirt with you.””How old his he?””Twenty something” she said laughing. The sight of a young guy gropping my mom in a workout room filled my imagination”Son güvenilir bahis of a bitch” I said to myself. “This is really happening.””Why are you telling me this””Me and the girls were discussing relationships in the restaurant and i brought it up and they encourage me to go on””Go on, what””You know, respond to his moves. But I said you were my only man in the world”. Then she hugged me. I felt the softness of her boobs pressing to my naked chest. I was just wearing shorts. I got an erection and thought “I have to make it happen. This is it””Mom”, i said holding her arms. “I’m not living your life for you””What you mean”, she asked. “You wouldn’t mind? He’s a k**. A 22-23 year old k**. I don’t really think he’s being serious. I’m a old women”. Now she sounded sad. Like she got out of a dream.Before I tried to console her she asked vividly “You’re sure you don’t mind. If you approve, there is no backing down. He is is really into me””Fucking slut, I said to myself”. She was only trying to put the responsibility of dating a k** half her age on me.”You do what you want, mom”. I was begining to be upset.She grabbed my arm and implore me “I need your help. My friends encourage me to send a text message to the number he gave me. He replied, asking me to go to some club still this night. What should I do”I almost collapsed. It was happening tonight. Just a hour ago I was masturbating imagining her being banged. Now she is telling me to text a guy for her to help her being seduced. I will not lie. I got really excited. I got the phone while she went to the bathroom and texted: “I WILL BE IN THAT CLUB IN A HALF AN HOUR. DON´T GET SOFT WITH ME. I WANT ACTION TONIGHT”.Before I pressed the send message I breathe in and out for a while. “This will be an invitation of real slut”. And I send it. Before I try to think in the consequences of that message, He replied ” I’M SO GLAD. I’M REALLY ATTRACTED TO YOU”. “I WANT YOU SO BAD”, I replied. Then I imagine the guy in the other side showing the text messages to their buddies. I than thought. This can be dangerous. They can severely gangbang my mother. I’m so irresponsible. But have already send it. There was no return. I literally send my mom to the all night fuck scene.As she returned she asked if I’ve already send the message. “Sure. He´s expecting you at the club”, I answered nervously.When she was about to leave, I grabbed her and warn her “Mom. You don’t know this guy. Maybe he’s just fooling around”She answer in a way that i didn’t expected “Honey, the worst it can happen is me being ****d in the woods by 5 young guys. Some mature women would pay for that”. She than kissed me in cheek and said goodbye.I was so petrified with the this vulgar way of speaking, that I was no longer sorry for what I did. After she slam the door and went, I answered “YOU ASK FOR IT, BITCH”
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