I will tell you about an incident that happened to me. It was a hot summer day when the visas were about to start. I hardly threw myself at home from the university I was studying in Izmir. College girls were dressed up strangely again today. I immediately locked myself in my room. I pulled down my pants. The head of my veteran manhood was shining again. I started stroking him like I’ve been doing for 10 years, saying when the fuck am I going to get rid of fucking my hand. I’ve been masturbating almost every day for 10 years, since I was 10 years old when I stepped into adolescence. Since I started college, this has gone up to 2 a day, despite this difficult situation, I didn’t have a girlfriend. Honestly, I was afraid. My fear was getting AIDS or some other sexual disease. Like some, I could have said, Oh dear, will AIDS find me, but the fact that two of my friends in my class were caught with AIDS didn’t even bring this idea closer to me. There was no trust in Izmir girls at all. Even someone I could call my girlfriend, someone I was in a relationship with, could very well cheat on you. Especially since she graduated from Jul and graduated from high school, after seeing a girl in our class who looked like a holy virgin making love to two guys under trees in a situation I hadn’t even seen in porn movies in a park, unfortunately, there wasn’t a clean, loyal girl around me who would only be with me. After I bought it empty, I left my room. On my way to the kitchen, I noticed that my mother was at home. My mother’s name was Crocus. He was only 38 years old yet. She had red hair and azure eyes. There were two of us living in this big house.
my sister Banu, who is 22 years old, was studying at University in Ankara. My father died before I was even born. The door of my mother’s room was closed. I wanted to open the door slightly and say merrhaaba. My mother was sitting on the bed. I didn’t understand what you were doing at first. It looked like it was itching. By the way, he hadn’t seen beenii because he hadn’t opened the door, I was just looking through the December Dec. But no. Mom was sitting on the bed with her legs spread, playing with her clitoris, her head thrown back. His eyes were closed. Her lips were slightly parted. One hand was stroking between her legs while the other was stroking her breasts. Dec. A little later she lay down on the bed, and that’s when I saw her pink femininity. While he was Decoupling his hole with two fingers, he stuck a thick cucumber in with the other hand, and I saw a woman masturbating for the first time. It was exciting. The cucumber’s head was shining from the wet as he put it in and took it out. At that moment, the pleasure I got from my own masturbations came to my mind. Now that I was almost enjoying being with him, I hardly threw myself into my room. For some reason, people don’t think much that their parents have sexual feelings either. However, just as I couldn’t live without masturbation, so was my mother. When I closed my eyes for masturbation, my mother was always in front of my eyes. Actually, she was a very beautiful woman. Amazingly, I had never noticed it before. So I hadn’t looked at him as a buyer before. Compared to the girls in college, I realized that she is more beautiful than most of them. He was quite tall. Her blonde slightly wavy hair was falling over her shoulders.

She had azure eyes. Her breasts were definitely not small. When the body was put on, did they jump out like they would hit a person’s eye? His hip was also dislocated and round. Who would want not to be with such a woman, my mother did not have a boyfriend. And was he doomed to masturbate like I was, or wasn’t he, in fact, we could have helped each other very well, but my manhood would have given him more pleasure than the cucumber he used?Did I slip into that wet and warm vagina of hers?.did I ejaculate while thinking about this?Fucking my mom. This thought was of the kind that would make many people feel sick. But, I don’t know, it seemed possible to me that family members should support their bibi on all kinds of issues, wasn’t it that sex was also a normal need of every person. Herr, why would a person who goes to his parents for any kind of need go to someone else for sex, so my mother was my mother again. What would happen if we lived a husband and wife life together with this, what would suit your vanity might well suit someone else. I had made my decision. I was going to propose this to my mother, and after dinner we went to the living room to watch TV. My mom was immersed in the movie. I’ve been looking at him for a long time. What a beautiful woman she was, almost every man would like to be in a relationship with such a woman. She was wearing a white silk blouse and a black long skirt. Had he thrown his legs over each other? Despite the fact that her legs were completely covered with a skirt, she still had an appetite. He was comfortably buried in the seat. He should have shaved his legs 12 days ago. The pores of the hairs were showing. His feet were tiny. Her open-heeled slippers made them look very sexy too. My mother was completely out of motherhood in my eyes. I was looking at her as a Woman now. It was better that way, because I loved him more now? I was also trying to gather my courage while watching him. When the movie was over, I turned to my mom and asked if we could talk to you. He sat across from me. He asked what happened. Is there a problem or No, I answered no. No problem. I want to talk for a while, let’s just talk then. He said, leaning back on the seat, throwing his legs on top of each other.
You know, there are so many beautiful girls around, and as soon as I said that, Mom started smiling. I’ve been kicked out immediately. We’re both grown-up people, I can talk about it, right, of course. Keep going, there are a lot of girls around, especially in college. And they dress racy. When that happens, I’ve also been waking up to some feelings, of course, some bad things are going through me, it’s about getting a girlfriend, well. Why don’t you get it, he asked, laughing, I’m afraid. When I said these things because the illness would pass, a bitter smile appeared on my mother’s face, she sighed, and yes. Said. diseases have multiplied so much that you can’t trust anyone, you’re right. And when that happens, a young person has only one remedy left, my mother’s face turned slightly red. What was Masturbation, of course, my mother was very flushed. He said, I think we should close this issue. I asked why Mom, Masturbation is inherent in a person. We cannot deny the facts. We don’t have friends either, and we masturbate quite normally, so it was about time to get into it. Look, Mom. Please don’t be mad at me. You’re my mother. I love you very much as a mother. But the truth is that we cannot deny nature. If you’re a woman, I’m a man. We’re both very young. Sexual desires are burning you and beenii too. I have a suggestion. If I’m your kind of man, we need a woman. Getting married is very difficult for you right now. If we make friends biirer, it is possible to get a disease. There are only two of us living in this big house. And we trust each other. I’m saying let’s take this opportunity. Been a man. as such, I am ready to meet your every need. I’ll be relieved myself while I’ve been taking care of your need.

Believe me, I was tired of masturbating, and now my mother was angry. Enough! He exclaimed. Do you realize what you’re saying, please calm down. I’m not going to force you to do anything. Let’s sit down and talk like two civilized people. We are both very young. The years when we will enjoy sex the most are empty. You are beautiful enough to whet the appetite of all men. You’re a woman. She’s not a girl. You’ve given birth to two children and you’ve had sex many times. I mean, you’re not a virgin, so you’re afraid of tearing your hymen, and I’m an adult man. And I’m saying that I don’t have such a dice issue or anything. Let’s try it once. If we don’t like it, we’ll quit. He got up quickly. I’ve been going to bed. Said. I can’t stand this nonsense anymore. That’s what my mom said, but I had no intention of giving up. I’ve been after mom and went to bed. I fell asleep by emptying into my mother’s bra, which I bought from inside the dirty laundry. At breakfast in the morning, my mother acted as if nothing had happened. We sat opposite each other at the table. He was wearing a dressing gown as usual. Cheese was immediately spilled on the floor next to the table. When my mother bent down to me without getting up from where she was sitting to collect her, her breasts started to show through her cleavage. I was looking at these wonderful things that were almost cut Novella solid. I couldn’t take my eyes off. A little later, I came to my senses when my mother screamed Tolga. He was staring at me with his eyes fixed on my eyes. He said stop it. This is not nice at all.. He straightened up with an angry expression on his face. He went on with his meal. After a while, I said; You’re very beautiful, Mom. Are you so beautiful that you even blew your son’s mind?Believe me, every movement of yours is so elegant, is it so feminine?look, even putting the olive you picked up with a fork into your mouth is enough to confuse me. Believe me, I don’t look at you as a sex object. We love our mother-son biirbiir with very special feelings. You are very special to me.