How did it start?

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How did it start?Reposting since my original was taken downI’m writing to share how it all started with my oldestIt was a Saturday night in the summer of 1989. The family had been invited to a wedding of a family friend. We were going to go together but at the last minute I remember my oldest saying he would meet us there. I had no idea what would be happening later that night. The wedding goes without a hitch and I have already caught the eye of many of my husband’s friends. My dress is form fitting and very flattering of my curves. I’m looking like a good little whore. We dance and enjoy our bottle while my youngest is out and about with his lil friends. My oldest shows up at the reception and immediately I notice he is all about me. He’s not 21 yet but he sits down and serves himself up a drink. We all toast and talk about the wedding and who all is there at the wedding. I take notice of his eyes. They never leave me.As the night winds down, I’ve made my way over to his side of the table. I know that tonight is the night I have him in me. We talk and we are both a tiny bit buzzed whereas my husband is blitzed. “Lets dance” I tell my boy. He grabs my hand and we walk out to the dance floor. It’s a cumbia and he holds me close to him. His big hands above my ass. I can feel him feeling around the back canlı bahis of my garter. My nipples get really hard as I press up against his stomach. He’s so much bigger than me. I’m like a toy in his hands. I would find out later that all his friends were watching us dance. They all had little crushes on me, why wouldn’t they, I teased them incessantly for years! We dance and rub on each other. When I think back I wonder if it was obvious what my/our intentions were.The end of the night finds us both a lil tipsy. His dad is 3 sheets and his brother zonked out. I drive home with hubby and youngest while my oldest drives home alone. Fast forward about an hour and half. Hubby is passed out in the living room downstairs. The youngest is downstairs playing his game, the oldest is in his room and I am in my bedroom. I am lying in bed with my garters still on. Do I want this? Do I want HIM? Does he want me? How wrong is this? My mind is going a mile a minute. My pussy is sopping wet. I NEED him. I want to be his. He’s wanted me. I know he knows about me and my relationships outside of my marriage. I know he watches me. I know he has seen my polaroid collection. I know he’s seen my videos. I know he has cum to all of those things. It’s a sure thing that my son will want this. He will want me. I want to serve bahis siteleri him. I want to be his toy. His sub. His. I decide that this is going to happen.I close my robe and open my bedroom door. I peek around the corner to look downstairs and I can see the lights are off but the tv is still on. They are out. I hear music in my oldest boys room. I knock and open the door to come in. He is sitting on his bed in his underwear and a shirt. “Hi mijo. I had fun tonight dancing with you” “Me too” he says. “You looked really nice tonight” My pussy is dripping. “Can I sit here?” “of course. Whats up?” I move to his side of the bed, undo the belt of my robe and sit next to him. We sit there just looking at each other for a second and then I close my eyes and lean in to him for a kiss. He answers with his lips and tongue meeting mine. “ayy mijo…” his big hands reach in to my robe to grab my sides. We are making out madly. His hands running up and down my body, squeezing my tits and running up and down my waist and hips.my cunt is dripping at this point. I want to have him in my mouth so badly. As we fall back onto his bed, I lay on him and I can feel his hard cock rubbing my belly. We are so sloppy. Our spit slurping loudly as we kiss as if our lives depended on it. I moan that I want to suck his cock. He bahis şirketleri lays back as I take off my robe, leaving me naked except for my black garter and stockings. I slide down and wrap my small fingers around his throbbing cock. I remember smelling him and taking in all of him before wrapping my lips around that fat cock head. I look up and catch his eyes as I slide him inside my mouth. The look of ecstasy on his face is something I still think about till this day to make me cum. I sloppily take him in and out of my mouth. “You like your mamas mouth mijo?” I cant understand anything he says. Al I hear are his guttural moans. His hands grab my hair and force me up and down on his dick. I suck him for a little while. Sometimes deep, sometimes gentle. I make love to his cock. My son’s cock has me possessed. I am his. This seals the deal that I am now his to use as he pleases. My mouth is his. My cunt is his. My asshole is his. He is my master now. He cums. He shoots a huge load deep into my mouth. His cock pulses as I try to take his soul through his dick. After a long and deep suck, I keep him in my mouth. I want him there forever. “Mom….fuck!” He’s spent. I am sopping wet. I lay my head on his lower belly. Spit, cum and sweat on my face and chest. We lie there trying to catch out breath. After a minute I stand up and let him know “I am yours now” I close my robe, wipe my mouth and leave to my bedroom. I fell asleep immediately when I got to bed. He would tell me later that he just laid in bed and thought about me all night.

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