among those toys are so much more interesting. And just to give our last night in return for trying to dream in reality ... I just gathered all these thoughts and threw them aside. All that bothered me was one question.

- What should be done?

Marie stopped stroking my head and just lay on my back again.

- Al, close your eyes and listen to my voice and try to imagine that it is she who lies in bed with you now, not me.

Something like hypnosis? I obeyed, regretting that I could no longer enjoy the view of her half-open body blanket. The room has disappeared. I tried to recreate the image of my mother in my imagination. Imagine that with her temper and character, we lay in bed was not easy.

- Alex, breathe deeply. Remember your mother, what her body looks like, what her voice is, what smell - Maria and Irina are alike.

But the truth is ... They were somewhat similar to each other. Gait? Clothing? Vote?

“Alex, now tell me who am I?”

- You ... No, it does not work

- Not scary ... Just keep listening to my voice and try not to fall asleep. Maybe her hypnosis didn't work for me, but I could finally imagine my mother actually lying in this bed.

“Now play along with me.”

At first nothing happened. And then I heard the bed creak and soft palms on my face. These hands stroked, carried good, warmth and love. That is how I remembered my childhood mother's touch. Unbelievable, how does this work?

- Alex, call me. Tell me who I am for you?

Still, my mother’s voice was too familiar to me to mislead my mind like that, but since Maria tried so hard, I couldn’t help but play, especially when she was so gentle and courteous.

- You ... you are my mom

The words were not given simply, but when I said so, something seemed to have changed. The words of the woman became deeper, and her touch seemed filled with even greater warmth. I physically felt the smell of my mother's body. Maria is already my mother.

- True, I am your mother, and you are my dear and son, I have known you all your life. Our close acquaintance took place before you first opened your eyes. We were one before. I remember. Tell me again who am I?

- Mama

The touch of her warm hands did not look like anything I had experienced before - it is the feeling that the skin later becomes charged. When she just stroked my face and hair, every movement of her warm palms was like a touch of a hot July wind. I now remembered what I was experiencing - everything is like in that dream that once drove me crazy. From this awareness, I was already shaking - I did not think that I would ever experience something like this in reality. From sleep in me nothing left. I enjoyed every touch with my eyes closed.

- Tell me, Alex, do you love me? Why are not you happy? But I love you.

There was no need to convince myself anymore. I felt the connection.

- I want to be with you, mom - it stung in my eyes, because even in my mind rushing there is a place for shame - I want you as a woman. I can't help it, forgive me.

Damn, we're just pretending, why am I crying here? On the other hand, I have never had the opportunity to say something like that out loud. Something sincere.

- You are my flesh and blood, baby - I would forgive you any treachery, but why do you think that I should be offended at you now?

- We can not, it is forbidden ... You can not ...

The woman said all this in a quiet and calm voice without any extra emotions, but penetrating into the very heart. This is how my own mother always communicates. Then I felt my hand pointing and I feel the touch on the skin of Mary. Trying to imitate her graceful movements, I stroke her skin for the hundredth time, but this time everything seems to be different.

- See, baby, I'm here, next to you. And no one else is here.Son, we will be connected with you all your life. Suppose that our connection is unusual, but this is only because everyone lies to each other. Is there something in sex that a mother and son cannot afford? Is sex bad? Who are the two of us ashamed of?

I could not give an answer to this question.

- Come on baby, do not be shy - I felt like Mary moved closer to me - I am open to you and I, as your mother, have nothing to be ashamed of a person who is closer to me than anyone in the world.

I do not know how it worked. Maybe the style of speech helped. Maybe she said some such words that hooked me specifically. It may be that before such a dialogue I could only dream of. It may just be the case in the atmosphere of this house and this small world, where people have thrown away all the patterned prohibitions and just enjoy each other. I do not know. The important thing is that I was able to surrender to this feeling of attraction to my own mother. I suppressed him for too long inside. And let it be just a pretense, I felt harmony.

- Come on, baby, do not be shy. You can touch mom wherever you want.

- In the dark, it was not so easy - I muttered, but I liked it - we were lying very close to each other and I stroked her body, touched it everywhere as if for the first time. All our previous sex has now lost its meaning. As if I rediscovered this woman for myself when I clearly represented my beloved in her place.

I stroked her breasts, touched her nipples, “drew” spirals on an elastic tummy and went down even lower, to briefly sweep her warm and moist (at least from the lubricant) bosom. But despite the fact that, obeying the call of nature, the woman every time trembled from touching her sexual lips, I restrained myself so as not to spoil the illusion and returned to her hands, breasts, face. Once again, Maria kept my hand in her crotch.

- Here is the most sensitive part of my mother, I do not need to play hide-and-seek with you, check your skills in bed, show off. No ... Do not be shy, bring pleasure to your mother.

Obeying her words, I drove around the clitoris, touching it only with the pads of the three fingers of my left hand. Mom, oh, that is, Mary took it with pleasure. We were so close at that moment that I heard the sound of her heart next to mine. I still surrendered to vulgarity and at some point my fingers penetrated inside. Moisture has smeared my fingers. The woman suddenly suddenly pushed me away with her hand as firmly and aggressively as ever.

- Baby, I'm ready for you. Enough preludes! Come on, come to me - I dream of finally feeling you inside me, son.

I do not want to lie, and at that moment I clearly understood that this woman is not my mother. And this is just a game. But, if I say that I did not surrender this dream to reality almost completely, then this will also be untrue. I easily imagined that at this moment behind the screen of my eyes closed under the blue light of this night sky lies my mother and we are finally close with her.

Getting to the touch is difficult, but now they led me. The woman had already spread her legs wide, and my excited organ (as if there weren't those insane orgasms today) was touching her thigh. I heard her voice again, which now spoke in a hollow whisper.

- Do not worry Al, just surrender to passion.

I felt how she palm sends my penis to his bosom and we merge with her as if for the first time. Again, now it was something more, I could not understand how it happened.

- This is ... everything is real, I'm right ...

Maria tightly hugged my neck and closed my mouth with a kiss. I responded to her kiss with a double passion. I almost lay on it again and again went into her warm and wet bosom. I did not need sight to enjoy the body of this wonderful woman at this moment. Now I am completely merged with my mother and penetrated into it more and more often. She was very flexible. Even in such a clamped state, her whole being, as if striving to break free from these tight embraces, moved under me, increasing the pleasure. It was already like a fight when her hands ... Read more →