Supernatural experience and a fully aroused mother in Europe

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“But does it bother you that I’m your mother?”

“A little bit.”

She slowly pulled her tshirt up to reveal her bare stomach. Then she slid her tshirt up a little more to reveal the curved bottom of her breasts.

“How about now?” she asked again.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to help me?”

“Of course.”

She held her hands on her chest. “Can you promise me that this will be our secret? No one can ever know. Ever.”

“Of course. Our secret.”

It was clear that she had a point to her questions. She wanted something. And she wanted it badly.

That issue was answered when she lifted her tshirt all the way to expose her bare breasts. They looked gorgeous under the moonlight. Her breasts were round and they sagged. Even in the dark room, I could see that her nipples looked large and brown. They were stiff from her arousal and rubbing.

“They’re amazing,” I said with an almost trembling voice.

She pulled the tshirt overhead and stood topless near the window, as the moonlight lit her body.

“Come here. Hold me.”

And I did. There was something hypnotic about the moment. I felt so aroused seeing her gorgeous breasts. I stood up and approached my topless and beautiful mother.

I became even more aroused as I came nearer and she held me. She hugged me softly and pressed her bare breasts against me.

She brought her lips to my ear. “I don’t know what’s happening inside me. But it’s insatiable.”

“I can tell.”

“Will you help me take care of it?”

My cock immediately stiffened at the offer, as my mother held me in her arms, with her lips to my ear.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Touch my breasts.”

I gulped. “Are you sure?”

She released the hug. Then she touched my wrist. Then she guided my hand to her right breast.

Her breast felt so soft against the palm of my hand. I felt her nipple, which was stiffened and erect. When I cupped her breast and squeezed, she gasped.

“Are you uncomfortable doing this to me?” she asked. “Or should we stop?”

I squeezed her breast a little tighter. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind. And I don’t think you should be embarrassed by this. It’s an emergency, right?”

She smiled, “You’re right. It’s a medical emergency. And this appears to be the only way to solve the problem.”

The truth was, I was incredibly aroused holding her bare breast in my hand. I didn’t want to stop, but I didn’t want to take advantage of her either. It was entirely up to her.

My hand squeezed her breast harder. I fondled it and played with her nipple. Then I used both hands to play with both of her breasts. She moaned.

“How far are you willing to go?” she asked in a daring tone.

“I’ll go as far as you want me to.”

“Will you promise to be respectful about this?” she asked. “This full moon has taken a hold of me. My mind feels connected with something spiritual. And I desperatelyneed to cum.”

My cock throbbed at that point.

“I’ll always be respectful about this.”

She held my wrist and brought my hand down below. She slipped my hand underneath her clothes and I touched her bare vagina. I felt her pubic hairs against my hand.

It was obvious what she expected me to do. She wanted me to play with her pussy. And I did. I rubbed the outer area of her vagina. I touched her labia and felt that she was seeping with fluids. Her vaginal fluids were slowly dripping. Then I rubbed her clitoris, which made her gasp. Her body jilted when I put two fingers inside of her hole.

“God,” she gasped. “This can’t be happening.”

I stopped for a moment. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation.

My fingers continued rubbing her pussy. With my other hand, I fondled her breast and nipple. There was a look of overwhelming lust on my mother’s face. There was no doubt whatsoever that she was enjoying our incestuous moment.

“I understand it now,” she groaned. “I can see why the Queen fucked her son. The taboo. Oh, gosh, the taboo. It felt so good. God, I can feel it.”

Her sexuality became fully exposed as I touched her with both hands. Physically she was being stimulated. And emotionally she felt overwhelmed by the desires and taboo. It was a potent combination. Judging by the look on her face, she had never felt anything like it before.

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