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Later that same day the tension between us was thick. After dinner she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She had lit a couple of candles. She was nervous but determined. We undressed each other slowly, kissing and touching more than before.
This time she lay on her back and pulled me on top of her. I entered her missionary style, deep and steady. She wrapped her legs around me and we moved together. It felt more intimate than the other times. She looked me in the eyes the whole time, sometimes whispering things like “You feel so good inside me” and “Mommy needed this.”
I lasted longer now. We changed positions once — she got on top and rode me while I played with her breasts. Eventually I put her legs over my shoulders and fucked her harder. She came first, moaning loudly and gripping my arms. I followed right after, emptying myself inside her for the third time that day, long and intense.
We stayed in bed afterwards, sweaty and quiet. She traced her fingers on my chest and said, “We have to be careful. This stays between us. But… I think I want you again tomorrow.”

I woke up early, still thinking about the night before and feeling a mix of guilt and horniness. Mom came into my room wearing just an old t-shirt that barely covered her ass. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me for a long moment.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted. “I kept thinking about you.”
She pulled the covers back and saw I was hard again. This time she was more confident. She took me in her mouth, sucking gently, getting me slick. Then she got on all fours and looked back at me. “Go slow at first,” she said.
I got behind her and pushed in. She was still a little swollen from the night before, but very wet. It felt even better than the first time. I held her hips and thrust steadily, listening to her soft moans. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room. She reached back and touched herself while I fucked her. When she came, her legs shook and she buried her face in the pillow. I couldn’t hold back and came deep inside her again.
Afterwards we lay together. She rested her head on my chest and whispered, “This is dangerous… but I don’t want to stop.”

Del 1: The First Time
I was 21 and my mom was 46. She still looked really good for her age — long dark hair, soft curves, and a full figure that came from years of being a mom. Dad had been gone for almost six years, and it had just been the two of us in the house. That Friday night we’d shared a couple bottles of wine while watching a movie. We were both a little tipsy, sitting close on the couch under a blanket.
At some point her hand rested on my leg. I was already half-hard from the closeness and the alcohol. She noticed and didn’t move her hand. After a long silence she whispered, “This is crazy… but I’ve been so lonely.”
One thing led to another. She asked quietly if she could touch me. I nodded, nervous as hell. When I pulled down my sweatpants my cock sprang out, hard and throbbing. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked slowly, almost like she was studying it. “You’re bigger than your father,” she said softly, sounding surprised.
She took off her robe and nightie. Her breasts were heavy and natural, her stomach soft, and her hips wide. She climbed onto my lap, trembling a little. We kissed awkwardly at first, then deeper. She reached down, lined me up, and slowly sank onto me. We both gasped. She was warm and wet, but it took a moment for her to adjust to my size.
She started moving, riding me gently. Her breathing got heavier. I held her hips and tried to match her rhythm, but I was so excited I didn’t last long. Maybe eight or nine minutes. I groaned and came hard inside her, pulsing again and again. She held me tight, kissing my neck as I finished. Afterwards we just sat there connected, breathing heavily. She stroked my hair and said, “We probably shouldn’t have done that… but it felt good.”

Later that same day the tension between us was thick. After dinner she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She had lit a couple of candles. She was nervous but determined. We undressed each other slowly, kissing and touching more than before.
This time she lay on her back and pulled me on top of her. I entered her missionary style, deep and steady. She wrapped her legs around me and we moved together. It felt more intimate than the other times. She looked me in the eyes the whole time, sometimes whispering things like “You feel so good inside me” and “Mommy needed this.”
I lasted longer now. We changed positions once — she got on top and rode me while I played with her breasts. Eventually I put her legs over my shoulders and fucked her harder. She came first, moaning loudly and gripping my arms. I followed right after, emptying myself inside her for the third time that day, long and intense.
We stayed in bed afterwards, sweaty and quiet. She traced her fingers on my chest and said, “We have to be careful. This stays between us. But… I think I want you again tomorrow.”

I woke up early, still thinking about the night before and feeling a mix of guilt and horniness. Mom came into my room wearing just an old t-shirt that barely covered her ass. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me for a long moment.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted. “I kept thinking about you.”
She pulled the covers back and saw I was hard again. This time she was more confident. She took me in her mouth, sucking gently, getting me slick. Then she got on all fours and looked back at me. “Go slow at first,” she said.
I got behind her and pushed in. She was still a little swollen from the night before, but very wet. It felt even better than the first time. I held her hips and thrust steadily, listening to her soft moans. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room. She reached back and touched herself while I fucked her. When she came, her legs shook and she buried her face in the pillow. I couldn’t hold back and came deep inside her again.
Afterwards we lay together. She rested her head on my chest and whispered, “This is dangerous… but I don’t want to stop.”

Del 1: The First Time
I was 21 and my mom was 46. She still looked really good for her age — long dark hair, soft curves, and a full figure that came from years of being a mom. Dad had been gone for almost six years, and it had just been the two of us in the house. That Friday night we’d shared a couple bottles of wine while watching a movie. We were both a little tipsy, sitting close on the couch under a blanket.
At some point her hand rested on my leg. I was already half-hard from the closeness and the alcohol. She noticed and didn’t move her hand. After a long silence she whispered, “This is crazy… but I’ve been so lonely.”
One thing led to another. She asked quietly if she could touch me. I nodded, nervous as hell. When I pulled down my sweatpants my cock sprang out, hard and throbbing. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked slowly, almost like she was studying it. “You’re bigger than your father,” she said softly, sounding surprised.
She took off her robe and nightie. Her breasts were heavy and natural, her stomach soft, and her hips wide. She climbed onto my lap, trembling a little. We kissed awkwardly at first, then deeper. She reached down, lined me up, and slowly sank onto me. We both gasped. She was warm and wet, but it took a moment for her to adjust to my size.
She started moving, riding me gently. Her breathing got heavier. I held her hips and tried to match her rhythm, but I was so excited I didn’t last long. Maybe eight or nine minutes. I groaned and came hard inside her, pulsing again and again. She held me tight, kissing my neck as I finished. Afterwards we just sat there connected, breathing heavily. She stroked my hair and said, “We probably shouldn’t have done that… but it felt good.”

I was 20 at the time, I’m 23 now. I was horny one random evening and scrolling through Grindr (I’m bi) when I stumbled on a profile with a faceless picture of a thick woman in lingerie from behind. The display name was simply “Breed my hotwife”. Curiosity got the better of me, so I tapped the profile and sent a casual “Hey”.
A few minutes later the husband replied. He told me straight up that he was a cuckold and had been looking for a younger bull for a while. He asked for a dick pic right away. I sent one (I’m a little over 6.5 inches, uncut and pretty thick). I also admitted I was still a virgin. He loved it and asked if I was free to meet for a quick talk that same week. I said yes.
We met at a quiet parking lot near his place. He was a white guy in his mid-40s, friendly and a bit nervous. We’ll call him J for cuck. He explained that his wife, L, was 34, half-Turkish, and that they’d been married for 12 years. Their last bull had moved abroad six months earlier and L had been getting more and more impatient. J told me she had a strong breeding kink and loved big, messy creampies. He said it would be perfect for me since I could learn from an experienced woman and “ruin normal girls for yourself later”.
We set a date. He told me to save up for at least four days, “she wants it dripping”. The morning of the meet I was so nervous I barely slept. I showed up at their house at 10 am wearing grey sweatpants, a black hoodie and nothing underneath.
J opened the door in just a t-shirt and boxers. He led me to the living room, told me to get comfortable and disappeared upstairs to get his wife ready. A couple of minutes later he came back down completely naked, sat on the couch across from me and started making small talk while slowly stroking his small, hard cock. He put on some porn – a scene with Angela White because I’d mentioned her was my favorite. I was already leaking precum and making a visible wet spot on my sweatpants, but I was still too shy to pull it out in front of him.
After a while his phone buzzed. He smiled, went upstairs for a minute, then texted me: “She’s ready for you.”
I walked into their bedroom. It was dimly lit with candles and morning light coming through the curtains. The air smelled like sweet vanilla and sex. L stepped out of the bathroom wearing a silky black robe. She let it fall to the floor. She had smooth olive skin, full C-cup breasts with dark nipples, a soft tummy and wide breeding hips. She was maybe 5’4” and thick in all the right places, with long dark wavy hair and sultry eyes.
She walked straight up to me, placed a hand on my chest and looked me up and down. “Mmm, you picked a good one this time, baby,” she said to J, who was now sitting in a chair in the corner, phone recording.
She told me to relax, helped me out of my hoodie and slid my sweatpants down. When she saw the big wet precum spot she smiled, ran her finger over it and licked it off while looking me in the eyes. I was rock hard. She wrapped her soft hand around my cock and led me to the bed.
L laid on her back, spread her legs and said, “Come here, big boy. I’ve been waiting for this.” I climbed between her thighs, rubbed my cock up and down her soaked pussy a few times, then pushed inside. She gasped loudly and grabbed my arms. “Fuck… you’re thicker than he is.”
I started thrusting, slow at first, then harder. She wrapped her legs around me and moaned, “That’s it, give it to me. Stretch me out.” J was stroking furiously in the corner, filming everything. After a few minutes he came with a whimper, shooting onto the floor.
L started talking dirtier: “He’s so much bigger than you, honey… I can feel him so deep.” That pushed me over the edge. I told her I was close. She locked her ankles behind my back and whispered urgently, “Cum inside me. Fill me up. Give me every drop.”
I buried myself as deep as I could and came harder than I ever had in my life, pumping rope after rope into her. She moaned and shook as she felt it. When I finally pulled out, thick white cum immediately started leaking from her pussy.
J quickly got on his knees between her legs and started licking and sucking my load out of her while still recording. After he was done cleaning her up we all went downstairs. L, still in her robe, sat next to me at the kitchen island while J made coffee and breakfast. Every few minutes she’d slip her fingers between her legs, scoop up some remaining cum and lick it off her fingers while smiling at me.
Before I left she pulled me in for a kiss and grabbed my bulge through my pants. “You’re my new bull now. Don’t you dare jerk off before next time. I want it even bigger and fuller.”
I said yes immediately.