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DON’T EVER TELL

"You can't ever tell."

I responded, "No, I will not."

"I mean it. If you do, we'll both be in so much trouble."

"I am aware," I informed her.

"I'm not sure you do."

Our position was unchanged at the front door, just inside the house. With her thumbs tucked into the waistband of her underpants, she stood there and stared at me. It would just take a little prodding to have her underwear slipping down her thighs.

I announced, "I promise," feeling a knot in my stomach from the suspense. Her pussy was almost within my line of sight. I just needed to persuade her that I would remain silent. I added, "I mean it," hoping she would finally do something.

Her face contorted into a look of uncertainty as she clenched her jaw and stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. The speaker expressed her desire to participate, but admitted uncertainty.

I swallowed, my heart racing with anguish. "Please," I sputtered.

"We can't touch. We can't do anything else."

She was almost ready to give it up until I heard about it. Her tone of voice shifted, as if she were about to agree.

"I know," I muttered while fiddling with the fly of my pants. "I just want to look."

A strict and uncompromising "No getting carried away and trying to grab me" was her warning. "I know what men are like. They'll say anything."

"No, I won't! I promise!"

She looked at me intently, trying to gauge my honesty. I had known this for as long as I could remember—that she would give me that look like she was looking for signs of deceit. It was her strong opinion that you should not.

My mom made an abrupt and startling movement, lowering her underwear to her knees, as she whispered the words again.

My mother reached behind her and undid her bra just as I was gasping for air and feeling the surge of excitement in my cock.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," my mom sighed. She went on to say, "If it weren't for Brittny..."

I blurted out, "Oh sh*t," while staring at my mother's exposed breasts.

Her undergarments were dangling firmly between her knees as she stared at me, her breasts wobbling slightly after they had been unveiled. She urged, "Come on," as she thrust her chin. "Get it out. Get it over with."

"You're lovely," I moaned.

She blinked twice as her expression softened; clearly, my mother was impacted by what I said.

"Corry, come on," she whispered gently. "I've done it. This is what you wanted. Hurry up. We can't stay like this forever."

I uttered the words "I'd love it if we could" without realizing them before I said them.

My mom blurted out, "Stop mucking about," her voice dripping with uncertainty. "I feel silly. Embarrassed. This is wrong, and we shouldn't be like this together."

I freaked out at the way she said it and the expression on her face. For a while, I believed she was going to back out. An icy chill ran down my back as I imagined her underwear concealing the verdant triangle of her dense, black pubic bush. "No, please," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Don't be embarrassed."

Her words, "I'm your mother," failed miserably in assuaging my anxieties. "I shouldn't be so vulnerable in front of you," she pointed out. Dissimilar to this. It's filthy and sexually explicit. The only reason I let you see me was so you wouldn't go near Brittny.

"I... I know," I stammered out, my voice barely audible.

"So get on with it," my mom said with an icy tone. She put her hands on her hips and closed her eyes, giving me the impression that she was sacrificing herself for my sake.

I yanked my jeans down to my knees, undid the zipper, and snapped the button. My underwear slipped down at the same time.

In response to my moan, she opened her eyes. As I cranked my dick, my gaze shifted from her bush to her ample, round breasts and their obvious nipples, absorbing every curve and curve of her feminine figure.

"Bloody hell," my mom muttered.

Hey there, mom! Looking at her expression, I let out a grunt.

Mother said, "You're very excited," while staring at my privates.

I informed her, "'Cos you're lovely," as I wrung my hands frantically, yanking on my member as the urges built up and the surge was about to peak.

"Do you mean that, Corry?" I said, seeing the same easing in her countenance as before I had said the same thing. My mom paused to collect herself. "Do you truly believe I'm beautiful?" she asked."

"Mum," I mumbled because I was at a loss for words; I was overwhelmed by my emotions and had trouble thinking clearly. As I wanked my size, my mother's luscious voluptuousness consumed me. She looked stunning, with her ash-blonde hair pulled back and her figure exposed to my ravenous gaze.

"Oh my goodness, are you coming?""

I groaned, snorted, and moaned as my mother stared at me, her face sagging with whatever it was that I was doing as I pressed my palm on my cock. She looked back at my face with a look of curiosity on her face.

"You are going to cum, holy cow! "I heard my mom shout, "Already!" before she squeaked it out.

The sight of my mother's lush pubic fur and her large swinging tits made me feel so excited that I couldn't control the sweet outrush of joy and thick, gooey ejaculate. By this point, my cock was in spasms, so I groaned and let it all go.

As my mother squealed my name, I felt three or four more spurts of sperm flick out from my member. The heated fluid continued to pour out in a random shower, with globules sparkling on the coir doormat and more spitting out onto the wooden floorboards of the corridor.

"You're causing quite a scene! "My mother yelled. Stop cumming on the floor, you nasty little pig!"

Even though I was unconcerned, I yet heard it. I felt an overwhelming surge of joy. I let go of all my worries and irritations as the jizz exploded out my cock and became engrossed in the intense pleasure.

I was about to stumble into the front door in a tangle of trousers, flailing limbs, and a swinging erection when the next reasonable idea occurred to me: my mother, with her enormous boobs jiggling, shoved me aside.

"Disgusting, repulsive, swine," my mom was shrieking. In order to dab at the spunk, she removed her underpants and got down on her knees. She said, "I should have known," her focus clearly on the job at hand. "It better not be ruined. It's better not to stain the wood."

I sputtered out, "I'm sorry," as a snotty thread of silvery cum dangled from my member.

My mother yelled out, "Go. Get away from me.". From her perch on the hardwood floor, she shot me an icy stare.

"But, mom," I began.

"I told you to go," my mom responded with her jaw tightly clamped. "We did it. I let you. It's over."

I attempted to object, but she scolded me. With her underpants clenched in her fist, my mother stood up, exuding an awe-inspiring combination of wrath and nakedness, and she gestured down the hallway towards the rear of the house.

My mom yelled out, "No! Don't even think about trying to communicate with me!" "I'm appalled. I'm ashamed. I shouldn't have done it. It was wrong and filthy. I'm your mother, Corry. Don't ever try to talk to me about what just happened. From my perspective, it didn't happen. I'm going to forget about it. Those last few minutes are erased."

My mom was sitting on my shoulder while she poured her heart out to me. In order to prevent myself from tripping and falling, I seized my jeans and lifted them up.

Next thing I knew, I was half way up the flight of stairs, my stomach churning with fear and confusion over what had just transpired.

"Please, mom," I uttered after a brief pause.

"No, go away. Leave me alone."

I simply said, "I'm sorry," to her.

"So am I," she reaching for her cardigan.

"Please," I pleaded, my voice on the verge of tears.

"Leave me alone. Go away, Corry."

"But I simply cannot let it remain in its current state," I pleaded.

With the cardigan hanging loosely and undone, revealing her gaping breasts, she said, "You'll have to. I don't want to talk about it." In order to cover her vulva, my mom tucked her skirt close to her body. "I don't even want to see you, Corry." She said, wanting to be left alone. Let me consider this. I must endeavor to comprehend it.

I was taken aback by her wrath as she yelled as she descended a few stairs.

Saying, "I'm sorry," I moved on.

Then I walked to my bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts about the future of my relationship with my mother, and I left her to deal with it. I was terrified and anxious.

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