The real story about my mom from Ukraine (without sex) hot sex erotica stories – Y2-Stories

My mom was definitely one of the most beautiful women in our city, I won’t name the city and country, but it was all in Eastern Europe.
As for her appearance, she dyed her hair in different colors, her natural brown color, her face was very symmetrical model, with big gray eyes.
Figure one of the features is a large natural breast, with a sporty toned body, even with age she kept herself in shape and keeps, and she improved her ass with the help of training in the gym, but that was later, in 2010-2012.

at the age of 10, on vacation in another country, she was molested by a young guy about 20 years old, it was the first time I saw someone openly flirting with her standing next to me, I didn’t bother him at all, she, of course, ignored him and left with me.
But it was on vacation that she dressed extremely sexy, various types of swimwear that accentuate her figure and that attract men’s looks, she liked to show off her sexy body, I still remember how she walked, and her tits bounced with every step.

When I was about 11 years old, I studied at one of the schools in my city, it was a good educational institution, I come from a prosperous family, but at that moment there was critical situation, a lot of bandits, poverty, and, of course, people were different, from different backgrounds, I don’t know how in USA, but both rich and poor could study in the same school.
So, one day my mom came to school, she was wearing a jacket and shirt, a knee-length skirt and high-heeled shoes.
These clothes emphasized her figure, walking down the corridor with me, the local punks stared at her and looked at her for a long time, it was the local hooligans who dreamed the nightmare of our whole school.
A little later, after my mom left, they came up to me and asked: “Who was that?, is that your mom?” I answered “yes”, one of the boys said “Wow”, I remembered it, his eyes were round and his mouth was half open, on a stupid and rather rude face, after that I left.

Somewhere at the same age, friends came to me to play a game console, my mother sometimes played with us, at that time she was about 32-34 years old, and she had no problems contacting us if she wasn’t doing something and she had free time, and at one from those days I really remembered and remembered it very much.
One of my friends invited her to sit down to play with us, she sat on the sofa, between my friends, I also sat next to her on this sofa, but this time my mom was wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, they showed how to play the game, and touched her body when it was possible, snuggling up to her from both sides, they also corrected her, constantly holding hands. And then I looked at her T-shirt, her nipples were sticking out very much through it. Her nipples often stuck out through her clothes, this was due to a change in temperature, and it is obvious from the contact that she felt it herself and said something in the spirit of “okay, I’ve played enough, I’ll go do my own thing” and went to her room.
My friends pretended that nothing had happened, but I saw where they were looking and how they snuggled up to her during the game, while I, in turn, did not know how to react to it correctly, and also pretended that I did not see anything.
During the same period, my mother helped my aunt with business, they ran a store page on social networks, she carried various branded underwear from other countries, and as for advertising, her sister asked me to pose for my mother in underwear. I heard about the dialogue, and she very reluctantly agreed, one of the conditions was to somehow hide the face, that is, only the body, they hired some photographer, I do not know what and how, but the photos were taken, they were quite simple in terms of poses and light, and processing in Photoshop, but not bad at the time. So, my aunt had a son, I saw him very often, he was a nerd, let’s say, and maybe even autistic, since his actions were very often strange, he asked me somewhere after the photo shoots:”You saw your mom, I saw her naked in photos,” he meant in her underwear, but at that moment I was very outraged by this question, I answered him: “Of course, I saw her bathing in the shower,” and this is partly true, I actually even I swam with my mom a couple of times, but there were situations when she was in a hurry, and it was at a resort in another country, so I saw her completely naked from all sides, I even had a boner..
Then my cousin said: “And I didn’t take a shower with my mom, can I take a shower with yours?” I immediately replied to him: “Bathe yourself idiot.” It was a very stupid dialogue, now I laugh at this shit, but then I was angry and wanted to smash his head.
Then I found the store’s page on social networks and tracked down who put likes, it was my father’s acquaintances and, to my surprise, my friends…. and classmates. I was in awe and rage, I wanted to beat them up, I didn’t want them to even think about something, but I couldn’t influence it, they wanted her, and that was fine, because I myself was the same, just specifically I was lucky and unlucky, at that time at the same time, a beautiful woman is nearby and so inaccessible, while you see many sexual aspects of her personality
Somewhere at the age of 12, the history of judo begins, there was a certain conflict, the parents talked to each other and decided that we should stand up for ourselves, since our mother gave us a ride (she drove us by car and waited for about an hour on the bench) at some point she came up with the idea to train with by us. She talked to the coach, he didn’t really mind, adults came there, including women and girls, but there weren’t very many of them
So, there were a couple of guys who were clearly from dysfunctional families, they were constantly talking about girls, well, it was clearly fantasies, they exaggerated a lot, they were telling obvious lies.
And then one day my mom paired up with one of these boys, the beginning of the workout was that after jogging, warming up, people split into pairs and fought in grappling, and each time they changed after 5 minutes, and so it was about 3 times.
One of the boys was obviously just taking advantage of the situation on the ground, my friends and I were looking at my mom during the fight, in general it was very distracting, but the way she fought was an exciting sight.
Then my friends told me, “this boy has become completely insolent, he clearly does not fight with her, but rubs his head against her body,” I experienced terrible embarrassment, I did not know how to behave in such situations, but then a strange feeling of excitement intensified.
A little later, maybe a month or two later, she got into a fight with this guy again, and during the fight he seemed to push her away from him, pressed his hand to her chest, it even seemed to me that he squeezed her a little.
And then I was standing behind the wall in the locker room, listening to what he was saying about my mom, he was bragging to the guys that he grabbed her breasts in his hand, and about what her overall shape was, I also heard others say what to do with such tits, but I remembered one answer “I I would suck and bite them,” when I entered, they all fell silent, abruptly changed the subject of conversation, while my mother behaved quite friendly with them, she clearly did not understand all these contexts of events, she had an attitude like children, that is, she clearly did not understand not to perceive them seriously
And my friends wanted to see it with their own eyes, and they themselves were not averse to practicing with her, but, unfortunately for them, this did not happen.
During this period, I very often heard all sorts of things about my mom, my friends told me about it, what this or that boy could say about her in the locker room, there were a lot of fantasies, lies and nonsense. The coach, by the way, flirted with her, but she politely refused him.
And one day my mom was warming up on the mat, and she was attacked by a crowd, it was probably the only time she was embarrassed, and after that she stopped going there, she realized what was wrong, she pretended to be funny and funny, but she was insanely embarrassed, well, boys, they just held her by her legs, by her hands, and when she struggled, it was clear how her hands were sliding where they were not needed, someone on the contrary pressed her closer to him, she laughed and pretended that it looked like a joke, then she abruptly stood up and left them Holding back the anger, it wasn’t a long event, It was all fast enough
I saw that the boys were very happy, it was clear that their hands were where they didn’t need to be, later in the locker room one of the boys boasted that he ran his fingers over her nipple, I remembered it very much, and friends told me the same thing later, they wanted to beat them, lol I also wanted to, and after that incident I literally destroyed them on the carpet, it seemed to me that I was fighting for the honor of my mother, but again, they could come up with a lot and fantasize, since they often carried all sorts of nonsense before all these events
I still remember how they boasted and said about her, “she has such a long and hard nipple,” “I wonder if she gives in the ass,” “sucks probably like a vacuum cleaner,” these are the dirtiest things I’ve heard, many things were related to her breasts, perhaps it was just the most accessible place, let’s say, and for some reason I remembered “I wonder what color her nipples are.”
Then my mom stopped going to judo, She just drove us back and forth