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Hey, I'm Corey and I'm in my final year of uni. As we all know, college is great. It's been sex (if your lucky like me), partying, and more sex these past 4 years. And yet the most erotic experience of my life by a long shot, was with my mother. My caring, erratic, devilishly seductive mother. Picture this: a buxom brunette, 37 years old, with perfect smooth tanned skin and big, loving brown eyes. That's my mom. She exudes sexiness out of every pore. It's something I've had to accept over my teenage years, a woman whom I'd fuck without hesitation living with me. And of course my friends are all so kind, they never hesitate to tell me that they would too.This all happened 3 years ago. I was 17 and the economic boom was at it's height. Coming up to Christmas, people were buying, buying, buying. Luxury and indulgence were mandatory. But mom and I didn't want to go there. Dad was going to be away for the whole Christmas on business (and probably screwing a mistress on the side). To placate my mom, and avoid a row that could easily have ended in their divorce, he surprised us with tickets to the balmy southern hemisphere! Of course, mom was furious. But before we knew it, we were on the plane, and quietly grateful to be away from the gaudy consumer mecca of our home state.We landed on a remote archipelago in the Indian ocean. The place was paradisal. We stayed in a 5 star luxury home on stilts overlooking the sea. Clearly no expense had been spared by my dad. But then, he was earning enough that he didn't need to. We had brought Christmas with us: mistletoe, festive 'classics', pudding, you name it. But before the big day, we had some serious chilling to do. And for a while, that's all we did. We lapped up the sun, sea and sand. Not before long though, sexual tension came into the picture. istanbul travesti Being a guy, and out of the pressure cooker of my final year in high-school, I decided to have some fun with mom, and see how far I could take things. I started by leaving my bedroom door ajar as I masturbated. Mom would walk right by my room, and probably hear the squelching of pre cum as I rapidly slid my foreskin up and down. But she never came in. Afterwards she'd always look at me as if she knew exactly what I was up to. But she never confronted me. What was the point? She was stranded here with her libido (that hadn't been satisfied in months) and me, a toned, sexually mature young man. She looked like a woman resigned to the inevitable. Something I'd seen more and more of as I grew older. In her eyes, I wasn't her baby boy any more but a desirable young man in my own right. And all it did was spur me on.Next I decided to flaunt any erections I had through my swim shorts. Our house was on stilts so we were constantly dipping in and out of the water. One day I found her asleep on the sun bed by the pool. I dived in and pretended to 'lose' my togs. I swam around naked for a bit and masturbated, all of which my mother could have potentially seen. Eventually she started waking up. I quickly pulled my togs back on and made for the ladder. "Oh, hello! Have you been in there long?" she said sleepily. "Wow, I'm lucky I didn't burn.""Nah, just a few minutes. Trying to cool off".I got out and she saw my obvious hard-on through my shorts. I must have looked hot. Water was dripping off my chest and muscles, and my tented shorts showed up the head of my cock wonderfully. She blushed crimson and tried to give me a stern, disapproving look. But it failed epically. It was weak istanbul travestileri and helpless, inviting even. And the thrill was irresistible. What could she do? She couldn't give out to me. I'm a man, therefore I get hard-ons. It's nature. I got back to my room and jerked off like it was the first time in years. My next step was to wish her goodnight in nothing but boxer shorts. I wore the kind that hugged my sack, revealing every inch of my erection. I was so hard you could clearly see the shape of my glans, throbbing like crazy. I strode into her room late one night. She was in bed watching tv, the sheets probably covering her naked body."Hey. What's this your watching?""Oh" she glanced at my crotch, "just CNN". "Right. Anyway, I'm off to bed. 'Night" I said calmly and then walked up and kissed her straight on the lips. She was stunned. It was a noticeable fraction of a second before she could say anything."Ehh, 'night Corey" was all she managed in barely a whisper.A week passed and tensions only grew more heightened. I could see the sexual craving building in her every day. We were in the most relaxing place on earth and yet there was a distinct tension in her face. She was begging to be fucked. It was her move and one morning, she made it. I was dozing in bed, half awake, half asleep when she came in. Straight away I noticed the lower cut of her dressing gown, which she usually kept up to her neck. Now it revealed her gorgeous, full breasts bulging out, pleading for release. You could nearly feel their warmth. I could have jumped on her right then and banged her to high heaven. But I kept my eyes closed, biding my time. She walked over as I pretended to wake up. Bending over me until her boobs were about to slip out, she kissed me full on travesti the lips, slowly and erotically. This time, she left me stunned."Heya there, my fine young man" she said with a pert smile."Uhh, hey mom" I blurted out.For a brief moment, our eyes locked. There was a sort of fearful innocence to them. Like a child out of it's depth and out of control. Then as if nothing had happened, she continued over to the window and pulled the curtains back."Ah, what a beautiful morning. And to think Christmas is only next week! You know, we should really put up some of those decorations"."Yeah, it's about time alright".And with that, she left. My head was spinning and my heart pounding. I could barely believe this was happening. Everything I had dreamt of was becoming reality.About an hour later I found her on the patio catching some rays. She lay there topless. The Indian sun scorching down on her beautiful, curvaceous body. When she saw me she sort of jumped. She began sitting up until she realized she'd have to expose her boobs and then lay back down, trapped on the sun bed. This time looking genuinely fearful. And yet, she didn't tell me to back off, or go inside, she just waited to see what would happen."Gosh mom, I think your burning!" I said while walking closer. This was total fabrication, she only looked more beautiful the nearer I got. "Here, let me rub some of this on"."Oh, I don't know, I'm sure I'll be fine" she replied nervously."Mom, relax! I've applied sun-tan lotion before, jeez!".I squirted some out, and started rubbing it onto her calves, working up to her thighs. Her eyes were shut but I knew she was far from relaxed. I rubbed it over her whole back and neck, moving across her breasts as they pushed out to the side. Then I took the critical risk."OK turn over and I'll do the front""Corey!" she exclaimed, sounding actually surprised. "Mom, let me handle it for once, OK? You've been working hard all year so just, relax."I grabbed her sides and turned her around. For 37, she was awesomely sexy. Somehow, I found the control not to fuck her wildly right there.