mamma and me

I confess that I would love to fuck a "big black Mamma" - especially up the anus

Can anyone xray mammas big tits

Me and my mom were smoking some weed together. I was really stoned, and my mom had a blouse that showed cleavage. She rarely ever did that, so I started zoning out looking at her chest. I noticed that she is in fact a woman, and she has some nice tits! I looked back at her face, and she gave me a look like, what are you looking at? I was so embarrassed. I started apologizing to her. I told her I was stoned and was day dreaming, and I wasn’t used to seeing you show so much skin. She laughed, and started teasing me. She asked do you like looking at your moms titties? I told her that they were nice. Then she shocked me by saying, she’ll show me her tits, if I show her my dick… I agreed. My dad, and brother was home, so we went into the back shed together. First she went inside to check on my dad, and see what he was up to. He was laying down in the bedroom about to take a nap. We both went into the back house. She asked if I wanted her to go first? She lifted her shirt and bra at the same time, and her big tits fell out of her shirt. I stared for a minute, then asked if I could play with them a little. She said go for it. I groped her tits, and plucked her nipples for a couple minutes. I was so turned on! Then she said it’s my turn to pull my dick out. I pulled my pants down. My dick was fully erect from playing with her tits. She loved my dick. She immediately started stroking it. I leaned back and let her jerk me off. It seemed like she wanted me to cum. So then I unbuttoned her jeans and with her pants at her knees, I started rubbing and fingering her pussy. We were both really getting into it. Then I said, I want to fuck you so bad! She answered with, oh god yes! Stick your big dick in me! I bent her over the recliner that was there, and started rubbing my dick up and down her wet slit! She started to moan a little. Then I stuck it in her. I started fucking her from behind, and spreading her ass open, so I can see my dick go in and out of her, and get a good look at her asshole. She started saying fuck mammas pussy harder! And give your momma that big dick! She was making me want to cum so bad, so I stopped. She moved over to the window, and looked out, and said, I don’t want your dad or brother to walk in on us. Then she spread out a blanket, and laid on her back. She spread her legs and said, come finish fucking this pussy, as she had her pussy lips pulled apart. So I got in between her legs, and stuck my dick back in her. Her tits were bouncing up and down while I fucked her. We started kissing and really started to work my dick into her. She started to cum, but we kept kissing. I could feel her pussy pulsating on my cock, as soon as I satisfied her, I told her I was ready to cum, she told me to cum inside of her, so I unloaded in her pussy! We laid there shuddering with my dick still inside of her. When I pulled out, all my cum just shot out of her pussy, and down her ass crack! I got a rag, and wiped from her asshole to her clit to clean her up. She got up, and we got dressed. We both went inside she told me a few minutes later that her panties are full of my cum, and she loved it! It was so hot!

so hot mamma

I see a lot of mother/son post on here. I don’t know how common that scenario is, or if what I read is true. I’ve had sex with my mom quite a few times. It’s not something I tell people for obvious reasons. The first time it happened was when I moved back home after a divorce. I was 28, and my mom was 45. She walked in on me jerking off. When she seen what I was doing, she shut the door quickly. She came back and knocked this time about 10 minutes later. She apologized for busting in on me. I told her it was ok, I was just embarrassed. We sat and talked for a little while about my divorce, and then we started talking about our sex life. She told me that her and my dad never had sex anymore so she has to masterbate a lot. We laughed, and she told me that he is just not interested, and has a problem getting it up. I told her I didn’t even almost have that problem. She said, she bet I didn’t. Then she asked if I had a chance to finish when she left? I told her I didn’t. It kinda blew it when she busted me. She apologized again. She asked if i wanted her to leave so I can finish? Then she followed up with, or I can stay and help you finish... I laughed, then asked if she was serious. She said, only if I wanted her to. I asked her how was she gonna help? She said, however you want me to. My dad was sleeping in the bedroom down the hall. I asked if she would take her shirt off and let me see her tits. She got up, and locked the door, and pulled her tits out. I’ve always loved my moms tits. Hers were the first real life tits I’ve ever seen. I laid back and pulled my dick through the hole in my boxers. When I did she said, Ooooh! You’ve turned into a man. Then asked me to stroke it for her. I started stroking up and down while grabbing on her tits with my other hand. I then told her that I’ve always wanted to play with her tits since I was young. She said, what about this, and pulled her panties to the side, and pulled her pussy apart. I told her I’ve always wanted to see that. I’ve seen it before, but never spread open. She asked, when did you see my pussy? I told her I seen her get out of the shower, and get dressed. I was very curious. Then she started rubbing her pussy, as I stroked my dick. I asked her if she would suck my cock? She didn’t say a word, she just grabbed it, stroked it a few times, licked the tip in a circle, then started to suck it. I remember being surprised at how good she was, then in that same thought realized she probably had a lot of practice. She sucked me off while I fingered her wet pussy. I signaled for her to strattle my face in the 69 position. She threw her leg over my head, and lowered her crotch over my face. I was now looking close up at the vagina that birthed me. The thought of that almost made me shoot off in her mouth. She said, oh, you want to suck on your mammas pussy? After getting my composure back, I started sucking on her clit, making her squirm all around. I wrapped my arms around her waist and made out with her vag as she sucked my dick. Then I told her that I want to stick my cock in her so bad! She was ready. She got up, and said how do you want me? I told her to lay on her back. I got on top of her, and rubbed my cock all over her pussy, from clit to her hole as she held it spread open for me. I teased her with it. She was telling me, she wants it so bad! Once it was good and wet, I slipped it in all the way to the balls. She gasped, and said, fuck me good! So I started fucking her slow and deep, with short quick strokes in between. I watched as her tits bounced up an down as I fucked her. She came pretty quick. Watching my mom have an orgasm was so fucking hot! She pulled me in and started kissing me very deeply as she came. So I kept fucking and kissing her, and she came for a long time. At this point I couldn’t hold my nut any longer. I asked her where did she want me to cum, because I wasn’t wearing a condom. She said, just fill my pussy up. As soon as she said that I came so hard, shooting my load inside of her. She whispered in my ear, shoot your cum in me my baby! Fucking fill my pussy with your cum! I came so hard and so much. We laid there and kissed while my dick pumped the last of my load in her. When I pulled out, her pussy gushed with jizz. I got her a towel that I was gonna use to catch my nut with and let her squeeze all of my cum out of her. Then she got up, and went jump in the shower. Since then we have fucked many times. Sorry I went full detail, but I’ve never told anyone before, just wanted to get it out! Hope you liked the story.

@friends
** In memory of one of my best friends, known here as "@mammascat". There's some more information on her profile page. **

I was very sad to hear that a good friend of mine passed away recently. I won't use her real name, but she and I knew just about everything about each other's lives, and stopped calling each other by our usernames a long time ago. It's a little humorous, but her nickname was always intended to be "Mamma's Cat", not the more obvious meaning that those who know of her interests might think.

I met her when I was in the middle of an unhappy marriage. She helped me through that, and made me appreciate myself - no matter what other circumstances were going on in my life - and I'm now in the middle of a positive, life-affirming divorce. I'd like to think I also helped her.

I saw her grow too. In recent months she'd gone on a diet, cut back on wine, and met a guy who, for the first time in her life, she had real romantic feelings for. Things were looking better for her at work, and she'd just gone on a trip to San Francisco - a city she liked. At least, I hope she made it there. The last I heard from her she was just about to leave. She'd also received a very unexpected inheritance from her ex, something that made her feel better about him and their relationship and look forward to things to come.

We had a shared friend who recently suffered a tragedy. Although neither one of us knew her that long, she knew her better than me. She talked about her a lot, always concerned. She also took a couple of trips to see her as she recovered in the hospital.

Despite (or maybe that's just foolish social conditioning) her interest in "perverted" sexual acts, she was one of the most honest, caring, intelligent, and loving people I've ever known. I was totally honest with her, and she was the same with me. She was the first person I've ever been able to talk freely with about all of my kinky desires *and* be the kind of confidante I wanted in my "real world" life. It gave me great joy to be able to help her, and give her advice in any way that I could. In return, she would frequently finish her messages to me by telling me I was a "dear, sweet man". That always brought a smile to my face.

It's not fair that we have to die. But if it has to happen, I'd like to think that it's better to die happy than sad. I know that she had her share of grief and uncertainty. I think she was starting to feel better about herself at the end. I know she helped me be a better person - I hope I did the same for her in return. And rather than wallow in sadness and loss over not being able to talk to her again, I'm trying to imagine what she'd say to me if she could about all of this - and to take that and feel good about her own (as I imagine them) parting words of wisdom to me.

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M,

I will look back on my own life and think of you. You've made such a difference to me, and I'll always be grateful for the time we were able to have together. I hope you were happy at the end. I know you told me things that made me feel glad for you and the new directions your life was taking you. Even if you couldn't be around to see where those directions would ultimately lead - I was glad to see the positive changes in your life. Wherever you are, I will continue to wish you all the best. I love you, my friend. You are a dear, sweet woman.

Ive had this song in my head for 2 days now.... Cameo word up!

Yo, pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you, so tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
'Cause they?re about to throw down and you'll know just what to do

Wave your hands in the air like you don't care
Glide by the people as they start to look and stare
Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick mamma
Come on baby, tell me what's the word
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nsy24jqWDQg

#1 why were so many blacks killed in the Vietnam war??

because when the sergeant said to "get down", they all got up and started dancing.

#2 What does a nigress and an ice hockey player have in common?
They both change their pads after 3 periods

#3 What did the little black kid say when Santa Clause came down the chimney saying, "Ho ho ho!"?
"Where's ma mamma, mutha phucka?"

mamma

It started after my girlfriend had left our daughter, Karen and I. Karen was nine almost ten at the time. My girlfriend and I had been kind of heavy into BDSM. Going to meetings of the local group and making friends. I think that was where the problem started. I was into it and did not mind a somewhat open relationship, But I was not into it or as far out there as my girlfriend wanted to be. So she left. Joined up with a group and a guy who she said was "More of a Master than I would ever be!"
My daughter was suppose to be staying over at a friends house for the weekend. As I said I still had some friends in the scene and I was still interested. So there I am in my living room with a naked lady tied up in some ropes. When my daughter walks in.... Somewhere in all this mess I babble out "That it is ok I am just practicing my knot tying". Like I am some kind of overage boyscout or some thing. I quickly get my lady friend untied, dressed and out of there. This did not go over well with my daughter.
Karen started going on about things like this is why her mother had left us, and stuff. The thought that went through my head was that someday her mother might just grow up and want to be a part of her daughters life again. And if she did I was not going to have been the one to say anything bad about her to her daughter. I was going to be a adult in this situation. Karen was young and the hurt was still so new to her. She would figure out the truth as time went on.
But I had blurted out about how I had been practicing my knot tying. While we were arguing Karen said, "That if I needed to practice, that I didn't need anyone else, that I could practice on her!"
I told her that she probably would not like it!
She came back at me with, "How was she suppose to know unless we tried it?"
I just looked at her. I didn't have anything else.
Shrugging out of her Jacket. She asked me, "Do I have to get naked? As the other lady had been."
As she was starting to remove her T-Shirt. When I said, "No she didn't."
Taking out a roll of soft Nylon line I set to work. I decided to start on something simple tying up her arms. I was sure that after realizing what she was getting into, she would want to quit. So I took a length of rope I passed it over her arms. Then proceeded to wrap it some what loosely but still securely around her arms. Finally turning the ends and passing them between her arms and around the ropes in the middle cinching her arms together.
I tied that to another rope that had a carabiner on it. Which I sipped onto a eye bolt that you might miss if you did not know it was there on the beam overhead. I left her there tied in the center of the room. Struggling with that while I went to get some thing to drink.
I peeked in on her from the other room. As she was trying the ropes. The carabiner kept the knots slightly over her head where she could not reach them with her teeth. I stood there looking at my little girl there tied up in my ropes and I liked it. But I would never push the issue.
I came back into the room. Karen quickly tried to hide that she had been fumbling trying to get out of the ropes. I looked into her eyes as I reached for the carabiner to start untying her.
"Had enough?", I said.
"No, Daddy.", was all she said.
I was kind of taken back. My hand froze reaching for the carabiner then fell back to my side. I had seen her struggling to get out of the rope. Her long dark hair whipping around as she pulled at it.
I pulled up a chair so that we would be about on the same level. But I still was most of a head taller than her.
"Karen," I said. "You do not have to go through with this! If you do not want me playing tie up games, having women over, or even going out with women for now. I won't. Your mother left us not that long ago. We are both still tore up about it. We can give it some time."
"Daddy." she said. I could see tears start in her eyes. "That's not fair. You want to play your tie up games. You can play them with me. Then you don't need those women to come over. Until Momma comes back."
My heart breaking over my little girls tears. I started untying her.
"Honey, Mamma might not come back."
I just held her and rocked her in my arms until she stopped crying.

The possibility of more later.