games my mother

The marriage of my parents was like many a failure One of those couples submerged. routine and indifference, apathy, conformity, disappointment and disenchantment Characters incompatible who lived together for inertia, postponing laziness seek a separation or divorce by that of “what people say” ….

As a child I remember my parents slept not in separate beds but already in separate rooms; my father worked and my mother took care of the home, that was the deal I was an only child so I was a beloved child for both. perhaps he did not exteriorized as much, but I loved the way he wanted me most was my mother ….

Now most understand the things that I did not understand, my mother was a female sexually unfulfilled and unsatisfied female is a problem …

a child sleeping in a warm and cozy room, with my mother. My mother is not high nor low, 1 meter 67 cm approximately brown hair almost black, thick lips, round breasts and magnify pulling slightly brown skin, rather strongly built, solid and hard ass and thighs that fascinated me as a child strong and wide and finished in a strong round knees. Her then about 37 or 38 years, and I still … inches

I was a very darling and dear to her, put me on his lap, kissing me, bathed me and was always with me apparently joking, but hid his perennial bad mood with my father …

But what I am is my memories of that time. In the long nights of winter, cold, rain and bad weather, at dawn I woke up early and went to bed, and she called me, and sometimes, at night, and especially those of bad winter, I lay on his straight and slept with her. I am remembering now is already martilleándome heart in the chest, because of that I started to test their games, their wonderful games …

My mother never used nightgown or pajamas, had enough quilts on the bed, always warm, and always slept in panties and bra, usually white or beige, which was shown to me without any shame, can I see clearly the roundness of her breasts, round, hard, scoring against nipple bra and enjoying the view with their always well depilated thighs, going up to her panties, sometimes of a white model, which had as few pores or small holes that minimum it revealed something or transparent darkness of hell, which used not to wax. Despite his always perfectly waxed legs, I saw looming in the English some black hairs, I watched with curiosity …

Not that he was always in good humor with me, sometimes I was tired or did not feel like joking, but most of the day at dusk or dawn played to the struggles, to tickle, to see who was stronger and holding the other, etc. They seemed to me innocent games, and I was going very well. She was taller than me, and stronger, and whenever I could, of course; He hugged me like a boa and immobilized me, was put on me and pretended to choke; She dug her boobs over my little chest, felt the full weight of his body, holding me strong arms crossed on the bed, and I enjoyed that. We played tickle, guess what number you drawing back, tickling his armpits, neck, in my little chest, my belly … I touched her where he could, or where I dared, the shyness of a child …

Filled me with kisses, occasionally he gave me a peak, or told me – “Kiss me on the mouth, honey.” I remember kissing on the mouth of a nicer than the other, deep and huge tingling sensation liked …

In the struggles and the struggles in tickling sessions that could last a while, I felt strange and pleasant sensations at once. I slept in his underwear or pajamas, as, and sometimes she lowered her hand and slid my package, above the fabric underwear or pajamas. I loved that. She laughed, tickled me there, laughing … sometimes even put his hand underneath the underwear to better grab the cock … and laughed …

I remember in those sets, my little heart pounding hard in the chest, I tremble a little taste, laugh, while I caress her thighs … I remember always my instant reaction and great pleasure tickling child. She laughed, and he kissed my mouth at the same time pulling back the skin of my cock, I tightened the bridle, I tickled his cock that I loved; sometimes down a little hand – “UUY, my baby …” – and I grabbed the testicles squeezed me gently, tickling me, I made them tighten a bit more massage, I give me a apretoncito or tug – laughing – that gave me some pain, yet taste, then go back up to the cock, the working some more, then he pulled his hand and left. We strolled, I happy, and hugged her, stroking her hard muslazos, she hugged me, I felt her perfume, felt her hard nipples pointing bra. Sometimes, being asleep, she turned unconsciously and acaballaba about me being completely over, but I stand overnight weight, happy, sweet punishment, breathed as she could, until she took another turn.

Again, they were very happy times. By day you never talked about it, but I remember every night the pounding of my heart, sessions, games, fights, tickle …

– “How I love my baby” – “Mom loves you, bathing, lather you, makes you cuddle.” – Always followed a policy or protocol; the struggles and clamps, first; He is squeezing his hand on my neck, gently, and simulated choking. It acaballaba above me, her boobs, your weight, your body. He felt put his thigh against my crotch – “Arre, horse” – giving me light but intentional blows to the eggs. I forgot descapullar hum, tingling, itching, tighten hard against the fabric of the underpants. Pain in the testicles, lunged at me with his thigh – “arre, colt” – but pleasure and delight. “Electrical” kisses – she called them – in the mouth, tingling. Then eventually hand it down to my cock, playing with her and my balls, I felt hard – “Mommy loves you so much …” I was very young, I did not know what was masturbating, or any of those things. I remember a mixture of bewilderment, innocence, tingling, taste, verg&Nuuml, embarrassment, excitement, a lot of excitement … I sensed that something of what we were doing was forbidden, but it was good, I liked …

I grew up, got older, there came a time when our games are over, I went to another room to sleep and alone. The character of my mother also worsened, separated from my father, I grew up, I became a rebellious teenager, well …

But even today I have burned into my mind games that made me, drives me to pound the heart, I broke chest, it gives me very hard cock, and I do intense remembering straws mom and games …