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Mom son relationshipShe was leaning over the sink looking intently into the mirror as she carefully applyed her mascara. She was not finished dressing yet. She wore a silky white half slip through which he could make out the faint outline of her girdle. On top wore a cream-colored brassierre with a floral pattern. The underwire cups lifted her heavy breasts high and barely contained the overflow of abundant flesh at the top of her bra. He studied his mother's body as he had done many times in the past. It was plump, almost verging on fat, with soft billowing curves, large breasts, and a big fleshy butt.His mother's body never failed to excit him, and he felt himself growing hard. Since he was a c***d he seized every opportunity to secretly observe his Mom's body which she always exposed with such casualness. In his teens he would relieve his sexual tension in secret shame after watching his mother. Later in life, of course, he discovered that her display of nudity to him was not that accidental but something extremely exciting to both of them. As an adult when they finally became sexually active, it was like a dam had burst with a release of sexual tension. They both wondered whether this sexual tension always existed between a mother and son that rarely got realized. Maybe all sexual relationships were proxy i****tual relationships that vainly tried to capture the magic and passion of the original unconsummated taboo.In his own case, his previous sexual relations paled in comparison with the burning intesity of his new relationship with his Mom. Nothing compared to fucking his own mother! After the first time they had consumated their relationship, they knew they there was no going back. They both knew that the outside world could never accept their relationship even in a so-called age of sexual freedom - so they had to be careful. He moved in with his mother, (*quot;To save on expenses*quot;), where he had his own bedroom for outside appearances, but he actually moved into his mother's bedroom where they were safe from the judgmental view of the outside world. Ocassionally they would take vacations, away from those who knew them, where they could openly display affection as lovers by pretending to be husband and wife. The age difference between them, (22 and 38), was small enough that Mom only got an occasional wink for having landed such a young stud.Instead of their passion diminishing over time, it grew until it seemed to displace the rest of their lives. They revelled in each other's bodies, never tiring of seeking new canlı bahis kinks to release the enormous sexual tension they discovered between them. Of course the biggest kink at all that ignited their passion was their relationship itself - the naughtiness of the taboo of the sexual union of a mother and son!*quot;I've got to ready for work.*quot; she said without turning around. She startled him out of his reverie. She was looking at him in the mirror while still applying mascara.He walked up behind his mother, grasping her waist. The touch of her warmth was electric. He looked at their reflection in the mirror. He thought they already looked like lovers with the look that revealed easy familiarity of each others body. He hoped that it was not as obvious to others as it appeared to him.*quot;I'm going to be late.*quot; she said with a touch of annoyance.He ignored her and started kissing the back of her neck. His hands climbed the front of her until the found the cool silkiness of her brassierre. He cupped his mother's breasts through the brassierre, feeling their fullness.*quot;No. I told you - I'm going to be late for work. Let's wait until I get home.*quot; Her voice was cracking now. She tried to squirm away but he held her firmly. His right hand entered the front of her brassierre. He played with her right nipple, circling it with his index finger until it stiffened.*quot;No.*quot; she protested, but it came out weak and half-hearted. Her body started to relax. He lifted his mother's breast until it hung obscenely out of the brassierre cup. He pulled at her nipple, gently at first but then harder.*quot;Oohh.*quot; she moaned. Her mouth was open and slack now.*quot;Let's go in the bedroom.*quot; she said trying to contain the excitment in her voice.*quot;No. Here.*quot; he said as he unzipped himself.*quot;In front of the bathroom sink? That's a new one.*quot;He yanked down his mother's half-slip to the floor. She stepped out of it, still facing the bathroom sink. He grabbed the waistband of her girdle and pulled down roughly. It caught on the swell of her ass, and he pulled harder without much luck.*quot;Ouch. Wait a minute.*quot; She bend forward more, which pushing out her big ass further. She grabbed the girdle at the side of her hips and slid the girdle down in one smooth motion. The girdle fell uselessly to the floor. She stepped out of it, threw it one side, and resumed her position in front of the sink.He studied the fleshy abundance of his mother's buttocks. It was softly padded white outlined with pink lines from her girdle. He ran his palm lightly over its expansive curves.*quot;I'm already bahis siteleri late for work so let's hurry, OK.*quot;He found himself flushed with anger. He lifted the hand that were carressing her ass and slammed it down hard on his mother's bare ass.*quot;I'm not boring you, Mom, am I?*quot; He slapped her harder than he intended. Her bottom was still quivering from his blow; and he could see the pink outlineof his palmprint on her right buttock. In the mirror he could see tears well up in her eyes. She bit her lower lip but remained silent.He felt guilty he had slapped her so hard. He kissed the back of her neck lightly. He reached around and felt at her crotch. She was sopping wet! Lately, the lovemaking had graduated to light-grade S