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A Mother And A Whore. By Fridagirl. free porn video
I noticed my teenage son was very intense on his laptop and thought his studies would be benefiting from our purchasing his means onto the internet.
When he vacated his seat to go collect his belongings for school, I stole a peak, and was instantly shocked at the explicit images of sex he had been viewing.
He came back and I was waiting for an explanation, why, you may ask, well if the truth be known, a lot of the photos looked like me.
When I asked him, he was so cool, I began to wonder if he and sex had discovered each other long before I bought the laptop, but how could that be, he was just f******n?
That's when I realised my own mistake, I had surrendered my own virginity at thirteen, so why should I expect my own son to be any different, suddenly that old saying my mother used to say to me when I was being a wild c***d, 'c***dren are a form of punishment, to make you realize how bad we were as c***dren'.
My son started me in the eyes, and then pointed to the search bar, in which he typed, 'Nude Pictures of Emma Watson' (my name).
I could feel the heat rise in my face. I half laughed and cringed at the same time, my own son looking for nude of me.
Thankfully, as I looked again to make sure as my son sat down and watched my frantic expressions, my eyes darting left and right, up and down and then he calmly said, 'It's OK mum, you're not there'.
He explained that all the guys were doing it, someone had suggested when you type in a woman's name and add 'nude' or 'sex', you always got loads of nude photos and sexually explicit images and that some of the guys had found old photos of their mothers online that way.
I looked at him feeling my embarrassment rising, I knew I had a lot to hide, but never for a moment realised just how easy it was to uncover your history pre-internet and that old boyfriends and casual lovers, might just post their old flames and lover's images as a form of bragging rights, if anything, just to let the younger generation know that they to, had had their fun with good looking ladies.
'Who else has searched for me', I asked him, feeling a stir I had long forgotten about? He shrugged his shoulders, 'I don't know Mum', he replied, 'but you are considered a cougar amongst my friends', and as he needed to be off, he jumped up, kissed me on the cheek, and turned at the door with a cheeky smile on his face, 'My mum the MILF', he said out loud, and turned and pointed to the open laptop, 'have some fun on their mum, and don't wear out the batteries', then he was gone.
I sat in stunned silence, I knew exactly what he meant, he was insinuating I masturbated, which I did, though I thought in silence, but clearly not, as he must have known about my vibrators, and then there was the thing about me being a cougar, a MILF, suddenly I felt a woman and not a dowdy housewife, a mother, I felt alive and with a sexually alive son and his friends calling me as such.
I went back into my bedroom and stripped off my nightdress and stood staring and twisting and turning looking at my naked body for flaws and saggy bits, but the more I looked and studied, yes I am approaching my forties, but I did cut a nice figure and to think teenage boys found me sexually attractive, now I knew how men with a teenage girls infatuation felt, all those boys with men sized cocks all hard for me.
I knew as I looked at my nude body, it was inevitable, and I went to my bedside drawer and took out my 'Old Faithful', my first vibrator my daddy had bought me for my fifteenth birthday.
I loved it, because I loved my daddy, as most girls did, and that he had bought it for me and as I stood staring at my reflection, I thought for a moment about him and I.
Then I realized I was looking through the eyes of my son's friends and it gave me the best orgasm I had experienced for a long time, like the ones I had knowing my daddy was watching me and he was doing it as he found me exciting to watch.
For a brief moment I felt ashamed at the thoughts running so freely around my head, but there was no doubting the thrill in my pussy, now building again, at the thought of those boys using me for sex, it made me feel alive and I knew I needed to experience that sort of love.
I needed my son to invite his friends home, I wanted to be alive again sexually, not to do it, but to enjoy the teasing and the desirability, to feel their need for me, or so I told myself, what I really needed, was to be fucked and used for the sheer pleasure of it, as it was with daddy and his friends, who came back to ours, after the pubs closed, to have me for that kind of sex, I was now thinking about, so it had come full circle, now I was my own father and his friends, that was the bit I was not admitting too.
Later that same day I sat and thought about just how good I have experienced sex both as a girl and a woman. I have dabbled with the best of sex, the stuff considered i*****l, which for me was the best thrill your bodily orgasms can have, stuff like pedophilia, with myself being the abused, ****, BDSM, public sex, especially in parks, cars, and toilets, beach sex, and cinema, gang bangs, nudity and inviting perfect strangers to touch me sexually as my boyfriends and my husband filmed. My numbers are in the hundreds, which is understanding as at time I lost count of who was inside me, I was a liberated soul enjoying my gift from God, and yet it all seemed to stop eight years back as I took a sabbatical from sex, and now here I was reignited by my own son's interest in me, the i****tuous thing and suddenly the desire to get back on the wagon and fuck my brains out. I was wet as I sat there looking at the men looking at me, and I wondered if I could pull them as easily as I did as a girl?
I got back into my car and decided to go home and prepare myself for my son's arrival, I was really horny and the urge to masturbate was becoming overwhelming, as I drove and I found myself touching myself as I slowed down as I passed men hoping they would look into the car and see what I was doing.
At one point I recognized the place as the same place I had had a session in the toilets when I was just sixteen, and I indicated and drove in and parked. The same building that housed both male and female toilets was still there, with its communal entrance, gents to the left and ladies to the right.
As a girl I stood near naked in the center, giving the eye to the men as they came into the toilet and finished up going into the gents side and stood watching the men peeing before finally joining in on the sex as my boyfriend back then filmed me going down on them, being fingered and touched and finally having unprotected sex and being peed on.
Sixteen, god that was some twenty three years back, how would I are today if I went into it?
I lit a cigarette and tried a puff, it made me cough and my lungs burn as I sat contemplating getting out of the car and just standing where I stood as a girl, would any man say something to entice me to follow him into the toilet and do something sexual?
The thought excited me enough to start erotically touching myself in the car. I removed my panties and brassiere, admittedly there were very few people around to see me being so sexual, but I dared myself to go through with it, as the urge was becoming overwhelming, so I got out and walked into the entrance I had been studying, as no one had gone into the toilet, I went straight into the gents side, if anybody caught me, I simply made a mistake.
The urinals had changed from the old ones I remembered kneeling in front off, they were modern and did not come down to the ground. The smell was the same, urine was like that it had a male stench that titillated the female senses, I was horny as I hiked my dress up high and rubbed my pussy, daring any man to walk in and catch me, then into the cubical's for a fuck.
I went back outside and looked around, the place was still deserted, and I was finding it frustrating, so back in I went and straight in the center cubical, where I continued undressing until I was completely nude, hanging my clothes onto the peg on the wall dividing the cubical's. I sat down bare assed on the pan and began rubbing myself and remembering my last visit as a girl.
I loved the idea of sitting here and amazed myself at my audacity and the thing I was doing for an orgasm, when someone coughed, that made me jump. He was peeing into the urinal, that was disappointing, the first man to come in nearly half and hour, and he was peeing into the urinal, so I coughed myself, loud and clear enough for him to hear me, unmistakably female, and he took the bait, as he went into the cubical next to mine, which was not difficult as I was in the center.
He coughed gently again as if testing the water, and I slipped my foot just under the partition, he could see my foot was bare, my toenails painted a bright green, as if a signal for him to go ahead and enjoy them, as I sat quietly, my heart pounding as I saw, first his hand, the the warm feeling as he took my foot and caressed it, 'What do you want', he asked me softly?
I swallowed hard, feeling myself flow with warmth and desirability, 'Would you like to come in with me', my voice thick with passion, as he let go of my foot and I watched as his shoes stood in front of where I sat naked.
'Do come in', I said, drawing both my knees up to mt chest, to allow for the door to open freely in the confined space, and to open me to his view as the door opened quietly on its hinges, my naked cunt and swollen labia awaiting his attention.
He pushed into the small cubical, hard up against the pan on which I sat. He closed the door and I relaxed my legs around his as he took his cock from his pants and offered it to my willing mouth. I sucked on him, feeling his warmth and the tactile feedback of his cock being pleasured in my mouth, I did not want him to cum in my mouth as I wanted to fuck him, but as is usually the case with these surprising free and unexpected blow-jobs, I found myself choking on semen, as he grabbed my hair by the handful and emptied his balls in my mouth, turned and fled the scene, before I could even wipe my mouth.
Thank you, and wham bang thank you maam, there was no taste as I pushed him to back of my mouth, just the warmth of cum hitting my tonsils and running down into my stomach.
I dressed and left, unafraid of being caught again, but no such luck, as no one else walked in. I sat in my car, slightly disappointed and dumbfounded at how easy it was to get back onto the bicycle, then I laughed at the absurdity of it all, here was I, a beautiful woman wanting some good sex, got a bellyful of cum and still my pussy ached for attention, and where are all those men looking for a good lay, nowhere to be fucking found?
So like the good mother I am, the cougar and MILF, I went home to meet my son, only this time I should dress accordingly, like the women on his laptop, I have silk stockings and tight tiny thongs, half cut brassieres, not that I needed to wear one, mid-thigh cut dresses, if my son needed wanking material, then it would be better to see it for real and in the flesh, touch it and feel my heat, and if he brings some friends back home, so much the better. I am in the mood and I am sure you guys reading this will want to know what happens.
When he vacated his seat to go collect his belongings for school, I stole a peak, and was instantly shocked at the explicit images of sex he had been viewing.
He came back and I was waiting for an explanation, why, you may ask, well if the truth be known, a lot of the photos looked like me.
When I asked him, he was so cool, I began to wonder if he and sex had discovered each other long before I bought the laptop, but how could that be, he was just f******n?
That's when I realised my own mistake, I had surrendered my own virginity at thirteen, so why should I expect my own son to be any different, suddenly that old saying my mother used to say to me when I was being a wild c***d, 'c***dren are a form of punishment, to make you realize how bad we were as c***dren'.
My son started me in the eyes, and then pointed to the search bar, in which he typed, 'Nude Pictures of Emma Watson' (my name).
I could feel the heat rise in my face. I half laughed and cringed at the same time, my own son looking for nude of me.
Thankfully, as I looked again to make sure as my son sat down and watched my frantic expressions, my eyes darting left and right, up and down and then he calmly said, 'It's OK mum, you're not there'.
He explained that all the guys were doing it, someone had suggested when you type in a woman's name and add 'nude' or 'sex', you always got loads of nude photos and sexually explicit images and that some of the guys had found old photos of their mothers online that way.
I looked at him feeling my embarrassment rising, I knew I had a lot to hide, but never for a moment realised just how easy it was to uncover your history pre-internet and that old boyfriends and casual lovers, might just post their old flames and lover's images as a form of bragging rights, if anything, just to let the younger generation know that they to, had had their fun with good looking ladies.
'Who else has searched for me', I asked him, feeling a stir I had long forgotten about? He shrugged his shoulders, 'I don't know Mum', he replied, 'but you are considered a cougar amongst my friends', and as he needed to be off, he jumped up, kissed me on the cheek, and turned at the door with a cheeky smile on his face, 'My mum the MILF', he said out loud, and turned and pointed to the open laptop, 'have some fun on their mum, and don't wear out the batteries', then he was gone.
I sat in stunned silence, I knew exactly what he meant, he was insinuating I masturbated, which I did, though I thought in silence, but clearly not, as he must have known about my vibrators, and then there was the thing about me being a cougar, a MILF, suddenly I felt a woman and not a dowdy housewife, a mother, I felt alive and with a sexually alive son and his friends calling me as such.
I went back into my bedroom and stripped off my nightdress and stood staring and twisting and turning looking at my naked body for flaws and saggy bits, but the more I looked and studied, yes I am approaching my forties, but I did cut a nice figure and to think teenage boys found me sexually attractive, now I knew how men with a teenage girls infatuation felt, all those boys with men sized cocks all hard for me.
I knew as I looked at my nude body, it was inevitable, and I went to my bedside drawer and took out my 'Old Faithful', my first vibrator my daddy had bought me for my fifteenth birthday.
I loved it, because I loved my daddy, as most girls did, and that he had bought it for me and as I stood staring at my reflection, I thought for a moment about him and I.
Then I realized I was looking through the eyes of my son's friends and it gave me the best orgasm I had experienced for a long time, like the ones I had knowing my daddy was watching me and he was doing it as he found me exciting to watch.
For a brief moment I felt ashamed at the thoughts running so freely around my head, but there was no doubting the thrill in my pussy, now building again, at the thought of those boys using me for sex, it made me feel alive and I knew I needed to experience that sort of love.
I needed my son to invite his friends home, I wanted to be alive again sexually, not to do it, but to enjoy the teasing and the desirability, to feel their need for me, or so I told myself, what I really needed, was to be fucked and used for the sheer pleasure of it, as it was with daddy and his friends, who came back to ours, after the pubs closed, to have me for that kind of sex, I was now thinking about, so it had come full circle, now I was my own father and his friends, that was the bit I was not admitting too.
Later that same day I sat and thought about just how good I have experienced sex both as a girl and a woman. I have dabbled with the best of sex, the stuff considered i*****l, which for me was the best thrill your bodily orgasms can have, stuff like pedophilia, with myself being the abused, ****, BDSM, public sex, especially in parks, cars, and toilets, beach sex, and cinema, gang bangs, nudity and inviting perfect strangers to touch me sexually as my boyfriends and my husband filmed. My numbers are in the hundreds, which is understanding as at time I lost count of who was inside me, I was a liberated soul enjoying my gift from God, and yet it all seemed to stop eight years back as I took a sabbatical from sex, and now here I was reignited by my own son's interest in me, the i****tuous thing and suddenly the desire to get back on the wagon and fuck my brains out. I was wet as I sat there looking at the men looking at me, and I wondered if I could pull them as easily as I did as a girl?
I got back into my car and decided to go home and prepare myself for my son's arrival, I was really horny and the urge to masturbate was becoming overwhelming, as I drove and I found myself touching myself as I slowed down as I passed men hoping they would look into the car and see what I was doing.
At one point I recognized the place as the same place I had had a session in the toilets when I was just sixteen, and I indicated and drove in and parked. The same building that housed both male and female toilets was still there, with its communal entrance, gents to the left and ladies to the right.
As a girl I stood near naked in the center, giving the eye to the men as they came into the toilet and finished up going into the gents side and stood watching the men peeing before finally joining in on the sex as my boyfriend back then filmed me going down on them, being fingered and touched and finally having unprotected sex and being peed on.
Sixteen, god that was some twenty three years back, how would I are today if I went into it?
I lit a cigarette and tried a puff, it made me cough and my lungs burn as I sat contemplating getting out of the car and just standing where I stood as a girl, would any man say something to entice me to follow him into the toilet and do something sexual?
The thought excited me enough to start erotically touching myself in the car. I removed my panties and brassiere, admittedly there were very few people around to see me being so sexual, but I dared myself to go through with it, as the urge was becoming overwhelming, so I got out and walked into the entrance I had been studying, as no one had gone into the toilet, I went straight into the gents side, if anybody caught me, I simply made a mistake.
The urinals had changed from the old ones I remembered kneeling in front off, they were modern and did not come down to the ground. The smell was the same, urine was like that it had a male stench that titillated the female senses, I was horny as I hiked my dress up high and rubbed my pussy, daring any man to walk in and catch me, then into the cubical's for a fuck.
I went back outside and looked around, the place was still deserted, and I was finding it frustrating, so back in I went and straight in the center cubical, where I continued undressing until I was completely nude, hanging my clothes onto the peg on the wall dividing the cubical's. I sat down bare assed on the pan and began rubbing myself and remembering my last visit as a girl.
I loved the idea of sitting here and amazed myself at my audacity and the thing I was doing for an orgasm, when someone coughed, that made me jump. He was peeing into the urinal, that was disappointing, the first man to come in nearly half and hour, and he was peeing into the urinal, so I coughed myself, loud and clear enough for him to hear me, unmistakably female, and he took the bait, as he went into the cubical next to mine, which was not difficult as I was in the center.
He coughed gently again as if testing the water, and I slipped my foot just under the partition, he could see my foot was bare, my toenails painted a bright green, as if a signal for him to go ahead and enjoy them, as I sat quietly, my heart pounding as I saw, first his hand, the the warm feeling as he took my foot and caressed it, 'What do you want', he asked me softly?
I swallowed hard, feeling myself flow with warmth and desirability, 'Would you like to come in with me', my voice thick with passion, as he let go of my foot and I watched as his shoes stood in front of where I sat naked.
'Do come in', I said, drawing both my knees up to mt chest, to allow for the door to open freely in the confined space, and to open me to his view as the door opened quietly on its hinges, my naked cunt and swollen labia awaiting his attention.
He pushed into the small cubical, hard up against the pan on which I sat. He closed the door and I relaxed my legs around his as he took his cock from his pants and offered it to my willing mouth. I sucked on him, feeling his warmth and the tactile feedback of his cock being pleasured in my mouth, I did not want him to cum in my mouth as I wanted to fuck him, but as is usually the case with these surprising free and unexpected blow-jobs, I found myself choking on semen, as he grabbed my hair by the handful and emptied his balls in my mouth, turned and fled the scene, before I could even wipe my mouth.
Thank you, and wham bang thank you maam, there was no taste as I pushed him to back of my mouth, just the warmth of cum hitting my tonsils and running down into my stomach.
I dressed and left, unafraid of being caught again, but no such luck, as no one else walked in. I sat in my car, slightly disappointed and dumbfounded at how easy it was to get back onto the bicycle, then I laughed at the absurdity of it all, here was I, a beautiful woman wanting some good sex, got a bellyful of cum and still my pussy ached for attention, and where are all those men looking for a good lay, nowhere to be fucking found?
So like the good mother I am, the cougar and MILF, I went home to meet my son, only this time I should dress accordingly, like the women on his laptop, I have silk stockings and tight tiny thongs, half cut brassieres, not that I needed to wear one, mid-thigh cut dresses, if my son needed wanking material, then it would be better to see it for real and in the flesh, touch it and feel my heat, and if he brings some friends back home, so much the better. I am in the mood and I am sure you guys reading this will want to know what happens.
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