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do you guys get embarrased in the outside while with your mom?
like she looks like really milf, she got big fat ass everybody is looking and toughts of meeting your friends while youre with your mom shopping etc.

for me it happens so much especially when she wears tight stuff, im like i just want to be invisible lol. What are you guys toughts on that? lemme know

In public? No. Mostly because I did not see her as as a sex goddess until I was around 16 or so, and by then family outings were a lot less common.

Within the house, however, I remember getting quite embarrassed of her when in front of my friends that would come over. Not because she would dress super provocatively or anything, but because she often had an awkward sense of humor. English isn't her first language, and so when she tries to tell jokes I would cringe they would not land well at all, and I just had to grit my teeth through it. My fat best friend at the time would humor her, though, laughing along, probably because it meant being in the presence of her beauty and enormous tits even longer.

It's a shame there weren't many opportunities for public embarrassment, honestly. My dad would always be the one accompanying me on field trips, trips to the grocery store were mundane, nothing happened during my sports events, and even vacations weren't that memorable (as far as sexy mommy stories are concerned, anyway). I remember during our trip to Disney, my mom and dad were cuddling and fucking in bed while I slept in the bed next to them, but again that's more personal, private embarrassment than anything else.

Excellent work. The tone of the gentle piano with the constant flipping between the interview and the footage made it very hot. A beautiful MILF with some interesting conversations to have down the line with her son, indeed.

My preferences come and go, but I'm on somewhat of an interracial high right now and I'd love nothing more than to have my mom be pleasured by a black stud. She's got incredible huge tits that only the biggest of cocks will peek out of when fucking, and having an obsidian rod squeezed between them or being enveloped by her ass would finally put her magnificent body to good use.

I didn't wish for it but it very much could've been a reality. She's been a widow for about five years, and left town about a week ago to see a stranger she met online. Imagine the horror I'd feel if I lost all contact with her for several months, before finally seeing some sketchy videos of her online getting raped in some guy's basement.

Was your mom like that when you had friends over?

Thankfully (or unthankfully), the visions of her walking around in her underwear was reserved to our immediate family. That's not to say my friends wouldn't get opportunities to see her in other states of undress, though. As I've said in other posts, my fatass best friend at the time openly admitted later in our friendship that he jacked off to my mom, and he joined us on multiple outings growing up. He's seen her in her one-piece swimsuit, its black material disappearing into the deep crevice of her ass cheeks and emphasizing her DD breasts. During sleepovers he's seen her in her evening purple silk robe, which while a modest length was the right shade and sheen to invite inappropriate fantasies. Camping trips, amusement parks, formal celebrations. He would've seen her entire wardrobe at some point, and lacking no source of what to imagine her wearing for his desires.

Given that my parents would take risks with their active sexual life, he might've even heard her moans while they fucked.

This is a story from when I was thirteen or so. For reference, my hot red-headed mom is a mix between Brittany O'Connell (see profile pic) and Kari Byron. Kind faced. Big tits. As thick as a MILF should be.

One weekend night, my parents hosted a party at our home, and two of the guests were Ava, my mom's friend from work, and her husband Sam. Ava was a Spanish beauty in her own right, with tanned skin, tight body, and short brown hair. Her husband Sam, on the other hand, was a short, fat schlub, and I have no idea how he tied the knot with her (they would actually divorce years later).

During these kinds of parties while my parents entertained their guests, I would usually be in the basement playing videogames. I would often hear their voices grow in volume as they grew more drunk, and tried to ignore it as best I could, staying in the basement until everyone else went home.

This time though, I remember that for some reason I wanted to go to my room on the second floor, meaning I’d have to pass through the main floor with all of the drunk adults. I crept up the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible, and made it partway across the main hallway without incident. I was undiscovered, and casually looked over to the dining area where the adults usually chatted, and witnessed a scene I would never forget.

My dad was facing away from me, and Ava’s Latina booty was grinding against his jeans. They were fully clothed, but her back was pressed against him, and his hands were placed resting on her thighs. That in itself was surprising, but not what I focused on.

Standing directly across from them, were Sam and my mom in the exact same position. My mom was wearing ass-hugging jeans and a glittery orange top that outlined her large breasts, and she was grinding her ass into the horny slob’s crotch. Sam’s chubby arms roamed her front, dragging his fat fingers from her amazing thighs up her midriff to under her tits. His head barely poked out from behind her, but I could see him sniffing her hair and his mouth inches away from her neck.

He appeared to be much more active in touching my mother, and as my mom rubbed her ass into his unquestionably hard cock, Sam thrusted up into it, dry-humping her. My mom, either really enjoying it or wanting to put on a show, moaned and yelped lewdly with each thrust, tilting her head back onto Sam’s shoulder and pushing more of her breasts forward.

I stood there for only a handful of seconds before I eventually continued my journey to my room. I did not leave its confines until much later, and by the time I came back down everyone was sitting normally again.

I had never saw my parents act like that before. While I knew they had an active sex life and were often risky with where they fucked (those are stories for another time), they never gave off swinger vibes to me. What I would guess was that this was a drunken idea that they didn’t mind, though it seemed like Sam enjoyed the experience far more than my Dad.

What makes the sight more erotic is that I know my parent’s opinion of Sam wasn’t the greatest, yet they let him dry-fuck my mom anyway. I’d like to think that, if encouraged enough, my drunk mom might’ve even gone farther, giving the fat fuck a blowjob or even riding him in my parent’s bedroom. Imagining that slob’s hands all over my beautiful mom as she pleasured him has been only one of the fantasies I’ve grown to enjoy, and thought I’d share the story that inspires them here.

As far as my own fantasies go, there are some where she knows that I see her as a fuckable woman. She is either is repulsed by it, driving us further apart, or she indulges my fetish and teases me about never getting to fuck her.

 In others though, she's completely unaware of the my romantic feelings, and is focused on the conflict within herself and giving in to my bully. I can enjoy both scenarios and like to alternate, because both can be erotic!

In your post, you go more specifically into saying she's oblivious to the son's torment as well. I think with most story premises, it's hard to get around the mom knowing nothing about the bullying itself. It's usually part of the setup, after all: the son is tormented in some way, and the mom tries to intervene. The extent to which the mom cares about his suffering can differ in the beginning, but it should always diminish over time. In the end, the mom chooses herself and/or the bully over her son, and it's the execution of that decline that makes the best stories.