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Hello, my name is Stephanie (last name redacted). I wanted to speak on the wild and crazy adventures that I've been on with my mother, Maria. Other than the occasional (but necessary) details that I may have changed in order to ensure our anonymity, everything I'm about to speak of is 100% true and I've tried my best to transfer these memories of mine into these written stories. Everything I write about has been proofread by my mother and of course, I'm uploading this with her permission.
This is a first for me so please bare with me as I'm sure my writing skills will improve over time. I have several stories that I'd love to share with all of you but we'll see just how much traction these first stories get. This story is the first of many adventures that I've been on with my mother and the first to set us on this path filled with love, lust, and laughs.
Like any good story, a little background information is required to provide context. My parents were both born in Mexico but I was born in the United States. When I was just a toddler, my father was granted a work visa to work in this extremely well paying job here in the United States. This was the whole shebang, it had great benefits, great pay, and it gave us the opportunity to live in the promised land. We had been planning on moving for years now but a problem occurred when my mother was denied her visa. After a slight run in with the law in her past, she wasn't allowed to return to the United States for a unknown amount of time. This tormented my parents.
With my mother being denied entry, they were forced now to choose whether to opt out of a job of a lifetime or to split the family apart. My mother did what any loving mother would do and she sacrificed her very own family in order to ensure that we had a better life. She did the hardest thing a mother can do and let her family go on without her. Despite essentially breaking up, my father took care of her as best as one can by buying her a house completely paid for. However, upon finishing the payments, they went their separate ways. As for me, the only "relationship" I had with my mother was the yearly phone call that I would have only because my father forced me too. I desperately desired to have a connection with my mother but it was physically impossible to do so when you're limited to just phone calls, which is why I ultimately gave up in the end.
My father and I have an okay relationship, as good as one can be considering the circumstances. My father is what I like to call an OG Mexican. He is, for the most part, emotionally unavailable to me and he doesn't allow himself to ever open up; all he knows what to do is to work. However, the fact that is he took me in on his own and raised me from infancy is more than enough proof of his love and admiration for me. However, one can't deny that I always longed for a motherly presence in my life.
Upon graduating high school, I had the option of taking college abroad due to the preemptive planning done by my father years prior. His college fund that he saved up for me allowed me to choose really anywhere in which I desired. Upon taking a week to allow the idea to settle in my mind, I told my father that I was going to complete my studies in Mexico.
It worked out perfectly for me. Firstly, I'm fluent in both English and Spanish which is a must have in my field of studies. Secondly, I've always wanted to get in touch with my native roots and to connect with my culture. And most importantly, the university that i was going to apply to was thirty minutes away from where my mother lived.
This was my chance to finally connect with my long lost mother after all these years, to finally have a feminine influence in my life and to finally connect with the person that birthed me. I'll be the first to admit that I was EXTREMELY nervous. I knew that reconciling with someone who was forced to let you go was difficult for the both of us and I just didn't know what to expect.
Once I moved in to my new house and settled down, I gave my father a call and asked if he could give me her address. His voice was surprisingly shaky as he told me where she resided in, almost as if he was about to cry. To this day, I don't know if he was about to cry happy tears or sad tears. I originally wanted to give her a call ahead of time but if I'm being honest, I hated calling her. I hated it growing up and I hated it then. I refused to do so not because I didn't want to talk to her, but because it hurt me too much when I did. The main reason why I never called her growing up was because we never knew each other on a personal level... we were strangers. This was something I was bound to change.
I felt so nervous making my way to her home. I hadn't told her that I had moved back to Mexico nor did I tell her that I wanted to meet her face to face. My legs wobbled as I nearly had a panic attack making my way up to her house. I shit you not, I almost backed out at least a dozen times on the car ride there! But instead of doing so, I put on my big Bodrum Escort girl pants and I knocked on her door. She opened up her door to me and her breathe was instantly stolen from her.
She knew it, I didn't even speak a single word to her and she knew that it was me. I suppose even living without their daughter, a mother never loses her motherly instincts. Before I had the chance of saying anything, she grabbed me and gave me the most tender and loving hug I ever had received in my life.
For context, I was 18 at the time so I was slightly skinnier than then I am now. I was on the taller side being 5'9 and around 110 pounds with c cup breasts. However, the thing that I admire the most about myself is the big ol' dumpy that I sit on. Because I have a very slim figure, my ass is gigantic in proportions to my skinny body. As for facial features, i think it would be easiest to refer to the many friends of mine that have said that I resembled a young Penelope Cruz (google the actress is you want a point of reference).
My mother on the other hand, she was slightly bigger than me but for a 38 year old, she looked extremely lean! She had DD breast sizes with an ass that I'll admit, it put mine to shame. As for facial features, I would say that she resembles Eva Mendes (Again, take to google for reference). I was extremely stoked upon seeing her sexy figure. She had me when she was only 19 which put her in her late thirties, pretty young for having a daughter that was 18. But I'll admit, she was extremely attractive for her age. I was especially excited upon realizing that we shared the same genetics, meaning that I'm going to have as sexy of a body as she does when I'm her age.
We pretty much spent the next several hours just catching up with one another, filling each other in (not that way, that part comes in later of the story). There were several moments throughout that day in which I was in absolute disbelief that the woman sitting in front of me was my very own mother.
Upon reconciling, something strange happened. This woman, in which I had never recalled meeting as a child, the woman who I was terrified of seeing after all these years; we fell instantly in the roles of mother and daughter. We were like two peas in a pod, she was my exact replica which is surprising considering the circumstances revolving around my childhood. Finally, after all these years, I had my mother!
She and I instantly became best friends. For the next few weeks, there was not a moment in which we were apart. We would always meet up every other day or so and much of that time was spent just hanging out in the presence of one another.
What was strange to me at the time was that there was absolutely NOTHING that was off limits between what we would talk about. An example of this was when she asked if I was dating someone. I had told her that I had a boyfriend back in the United States but we agreed to call it off upon realizing that I was moving away. However, as a farewell gift to one another, we both agreed to lose our virginities to each other. That way, we could forever leave the other person with a piece of ourself. From then on, our topic of our sex lives came about. I learned some of the crazy experiences she had growing up which would put all those videos on pornhub to shame! I felt extremely taken away by her openness and at the same time, felt a bit embarrassed by my lack of experiences. However, it was nice to have that girlfriend in my life where we could gossip to one another like a couple of giddy high schoolers.
One thing that she told me that I found fascinating is that she really didn't date much and even if she did, it wouldn't progress past the six month mark. There was just something about the aspect of settling down that didn't really appeal to her. I suppose those feels may come because of her previous family and how she was forced to abandoned us. As for dating, she would mostly just have the occasional fling to satisfy her feminine urges but it never progressed from there.
So, now that the context for my upbringing has been devolved, now it's time to get to the night in which changed our lives forever. On a winter night, my mother took a drive to my home so we could have a girls night out. We decided to go out to a local bar that I visited quite frequently, as to take advantage of the fact that I was of age to drink here but ironically, not in the USA. We had our drinks, we were enjoying the music when suddenly two guys began eyeing us from across the room. (Despite the fact that these convos were in Spanish, I'n going to translate it to English out of convenience)
My mom turns to me and says, "Look at those guys in the back, I think they're staring at you."
I reply, "I dont think it's me that they're staring at, their eyes seem quite fixated on you!"
"Oh please why have this aged mom when you could have her younger daughter"
"Oh shut up, you and I both know that you look more like my older sister or just a friend Bodrum Escort Bayan of mine than you do my mom!"
Before my mom had the chance of saying something in retaliation, we saw the guys begin to stand up and make their way towards our direction. We watched from the corner of our eyes, pretending not to notice as they stood right beside us.
To this day, I COMPLETELY forgot what their names were. So for the sake of the story, I'm going to refer to them as "Thing One" and "Thing Two" partially because I can't think of a fitting name for them and partially because I just recently watch The Cat in the Hat movie and I'm still having fever dreams because of it.
Thing One approached my side as Thing Two approached my moms side. The fact that they instantly made their choice on who they wanted to talk with made me chuckle, as they must've decided amongst each other on who they wanted to hook up with prior to approaching us.
Thing One introduced himself to me, offering to buy me a drink. Not wanting to turn down free alcohol, I gladly accepted his offer. Thing Two attempted to do the same with my mother but instead, she replied with saying that she's fine.
I could sense some self esteem issues going on with my mother so I decided to help her confidence a bit and act as her wing man.
"My friend Maria would LOVE a drink"
My mom looked at me with a confused expression but I gave her a glance of assurance. "Just go along with it and have fun", I attempted to communicate with her telepathically as we locked eyes. I could sense that my mom was struggling with her image on this particular night. So to prove a point, I purposely referred to her as a friend of mine, in order to prove that she can still play catch and release with these guys.
Thing One was around my age with long wavy black hair. He wore a large leather jacket that made him look like a mixture of a rocker from the 80's and a goth band member from the 90's. Thing Two was a bit older and on the shorter side but with muscles that threatened to rip open the buttons from his button up shirt.
Over the night, these guys and I engaged in a lovely conversation. They made sure our drinks were filled to the very top at all times and it didn't take long for the alcohol to overtake our better judgement. One thing that I found extremely sexy was that the entire night, I referred to my mother by only her first name, some thing that I have never done before. Any other night, I referred to her as mami or mama but not tonight; on this night, she was "Maria". (You gotta say her name with a Mexican accent for its full affect).
These guys were flirting with us throughout the night. At first it something as innocent as slightly grazing our thighs, giving us gently kisses on the back of our hand like absolute gentlemen. However, after encompanying them for several hours, things escalated in intensity. The club was dark so it made it easy for them push it with us such as openly fondeling my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress or the other guy openly sucking on my moms neck right in front of me.
After a few hours of drinking and dancing, it became extremely hard to keep on my unstable feet, something that Thing One picked up on. He took the opportunity and asked, "Why dont the four of us go back to my place? I live close by, we could catch a cab!"
I looked at my mom, attempting to take in her visual cues on what she wanted to do. I was having fun with these guys, I felt no shame in continuing the party. My only concern was what happens when we get back to their place? I wouldn't want to be there in the same room with my mother as I get my guts rearranged. However, it was far too late in the night for us to disclose with these guys the true nature of our relationship.
Suddenly, my mother chimed in out of nowhere and said, "Ashley lives close by, we can walk there instead!
I was shocked at her offer but I suppose that it was the safer option considering we didn't know these guys. At least we could be in the comfort of my own home as opposed to the home of a stranger. We walked on through the pitch black sky in suspense of what the night had in store for us.
I drunkenly stumbled as I attempted to unlock my door with my key and flung it open while everyone made their way inside. I immediately offer them some drinks as we all sat down on the couch. It didn't take long for the four of us to begin making out, with my guy and me sitting on the opposite side from my mother and her guy. I was in a trance at the situation we were in, the taboo of seeing my mother with another guy made me extremely turned on. I knew that these urges were going to have to be satisfied but when I saw the guy undressing my mother in front of me, I suddenly had a moment of realization. I needed to give them their space if things were to continue.
I said to my mother and Thing Two, "My house is a bit small but you guys can stay here on the couch and we can go to the bedroom."
Thing Escort Bodrum one stood up next to me and continued kissing my neck before saying, "how about we all go to the bedroom?". He made sure to emphasis the word "we" as he made his request.
"I.... I dont know about that" I said hesitantly.
They must've sensed that I was on the edge myself cause in one swoop, Thing One swooped me off my feet. I yelped out loud, laughing as he carried me into the bedroom in a baby cradling position. Thing two also lifted my mom but carried her from her ass as they made out on their way to my room.
To say that I was nervous in this situation would be quite the understatement. I knew I wanted to stop right here, my brain told me to end this. However, the lust I felt at the moment completely overshadowed my sense of right and wrong.
Thing one sat me down and began kissing me, twirling his tongue in my mouth. As my lips were distracted by his, he reached down my stomach and began lifting my dress out from under me.
I moaned into his mouth as I felt his fingers graze my body. As I lay down to get more comfortable, I saw Thing Two groping my mothers breasts from above her shirt, taking each one of her lovely bosoms and sucking on the top part of her cleavage that threatened to rip open her already tight dress.
Thing Tne grabbed my hands and placed them on the bulge of his crotch, allowing myself to get a good feel of the already hardened cock that was tucked away. After feeling around for a bit, he placed my hands on his belt, giving me permission to begin unbuckling it. After a few attempts of taking off his belt, I pulled down his pants and saw a much better view of his penis.
As I sat down on the bed with him standing above me, I brought down his underwear as his erect penis practically jumped in excitement at what was to cum (giggity). Keep in mind that this was the second penis I had ever came in contact with and it triumphed over my ex boyfriend.
In a heat of passion, I began stroking it softly, paying attention to his physical reaction as cues to see if I was doing it right. After about a minute of slightly stroking his cock, out of instinct, I pursed my lips and began passionately kissing the head of his penis. I could feel his entire body tense up as my mouth made contact with his cock.
Out of nowhere, Thing One lifted me up and began undressing me, firstly removing my dress and then throwing my skirt aside. As I removed my shoes, he began undressing himself and once he was naked, he sat right down on the edge of the bed.
I took a moment to gather my clothes aside and put them together since I didn't want to make a mess (yes I'm a neat freak). As I was bundling the clothes up, I noticed my moms skirt on the floor right beside me. A second later and I noticed her bra was thrown just a few inches away from her skirt as well.
I looked up to see where it was coming from and that's when I saw it; I saw my lovely mother naked, grinding on Thing Two's naked body like a dog in heat as they made out on my bed just inches away from Thing One and I.
I was distraught at the site. On one hand, I was there to bare witness at this beautiful lady about to have sex with this hunk of a man right before me, almost like if it was a live action porn. On the other hand, that sexy lady was also my mom, and it was almost like a primal instinct was telling me to just keep pushing it.
Thing One must've sensed that I was hypnotized by the site of my supposed "friend's" naked body because he had to reel me in into reality by grabbing my hand. He began placing kisses all over my body, firstly on my lips, then on my ears and neck, then down to each of my breasts.
He sat down once again on the edge of the bed, gently pulling my hand down below his spread legs as his huge member jumped in excitement as to what I was about to do.
I got on my knees as I gently placed my hands around his thigh, caressing them as i rubbed my hands up and down towards his cock. Before I was able to place my lips around his thick member, I got distracted form the corner of my eye as I detected movement. Thing Two and my mother were getting up from the bed. I had a sudden hope come forth that they were getting up to leave, giving us the space and privacy in which I desperately desired. But instead, Thing Two sat right back down on the edge of the bed, right next to Thing One, as my mother took the position on her knees.
Here my mother and I were, on our knees, giving these two random guys we picked up at a bar, blowjobs right in front of one another. It was like a scene from a movie where the protagonist is about to make a life changing decision but just as he's a bout to do so, he decides to break the fourth wall and speak directly to the audience. That's how I felt, it's almost like I could hear the sudden record scratch as my internal voice says to the audience, "Yup, that's me. I bet you're wondering how I got in this situation"
Now I'll admit, at this point in my life, I wasn't skilled with sucking dick compared to others. Keep in mind that I had very little experience as I could count the amount of times I sucked my ex's dick on one hand. Like I said earlier however, this guy, was a lot more blessed than my ex which is just as terrifying as it was exciting.