Author’s note:
In this story, Varn is twenty-four and is living his beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise life amidst a remote and beautiful wild-flower-meadow, which is romantically encircled and secluded by ancient grandeurous mountains. His Mother, Tracy, lives this life with him.
The Varn stories tell of his many and unique aspects.
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Varn and His Mother’s Wet Pussy
Sometimes… it needs more than words.
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Foreword:
Tracy loved the sweet and romantic seclusion of her Son’s amazing and beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise. With her Son, she felt so youthful and joyful, and yes, sexual. Varn was mature beyond his years, but he was also incredibly joyous and vital with his beautiful organic-self-sufficiency paradise ways, and Tracy found him completely irresistible.
Everyday Varn opened Tracy to organic-self-sufficiency, paradise beauty, and everyday was a wet-pantie struggle for Tracy, not to open her wet pussy to the joy she knew her amazing Son could give and deliver into her.
Tracy longed for her Son, with her heart and pussy.
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Varn and His Mother’s Wet Pussy
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The midday sun tinkled gloriously from its overhead zenith in the cloudless and wondrous, etherical blue-sky. Each succinct ray, a ringing vibrato announcement of summer splendour.
Surrounded by beautiful wild-flower-meadow, which itself was held in sweet seclusion by grandeurous mountains, the day at Varn’s beautiful, organic-self-sufficiently paradise, shimmered in flourishing profundity, as he sat opposite his Mother by the gently cascading stream.
They sat upon chair-high, smooth and sun-warmed ancient stones, which were not far from the stream. The stream on its opposite side was bounded by verdant forest, their glossy leaves opaque mirrors to the sun’s beaming rays.
The forest backed stream, a charming backdrop to the wild-flower-meadow that sweetly encircled them from every other direction. The stream graciously meandered in a soft mesmerising trilling, as it pondered its journey over small stones, smoothed by aeons of water passage.
Varn sat upon his ancient stone seat in relaxed contemplativeness. He wore only his sky-blue, hip-wrap. His suntanned skin, a flowing and fluid emollient over his supple toned muscles.
His Mother wore a soft-pink, ruffled-lace, mini-skirt, and a matching strapless and low-cut, bosom-hugging, boob-tube, which hotly displayed her tits with their pinnacled nipples.
The wild-flower scents softly billowed into their seated area, in provocative serenading waves. Brilliantly coloured butterflies criss-crossed paths around them, seemingly, deeming not to notice the two seated, stream-side, beings.
The two were gathered in an unspoken of, and hoped for, divulgement meeting — A time when undercurrent feelings could be brought forward. Undercurrent feelings that had encircled them both in sweet paroxysms of unvoiced feelings, where Varn’s innocent-like, fun-flirts to his Mother, flowed joyously almost like sexual-proposals.
And his Mother’s gaily; twittering and giggled, innocent-like responses, carried in their unspoken substrate the desires of her heart and pussy; That she was attracted to her amazing Son; That she loved him, and would dearly love to be loved and fucked by him.
Tracy knew her pink-lace-mini was sexual. Varn was sexual. His hip-wrap was sexual, and his barely disguised, big-pumping-erection under his hip-wrap was sexual.
Tracy’s pussy was sexually wet for her Son. Tracy’s little white-sheer-panties were sexual for her Son, and were sexually wet for him. And in the lovely little secluded glade, with the romantic presence of the brilliantly coloured butterflies, it felt unbelievably wonderful to have her little sheer-panties…sexually wet for her Son.
As the coloured butterflies winged by in kaleidoscopic amazement, Tracy delighted in her amazing and wondrous wetness for her Son. Being with Varn at his beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise was beautiful, and every day Varn turned her mother-pussy on… and on, and on! It was an incredibility incredulous, pussy quivering, unspoken about, romantic situation.
And her pussy desired the beautiful love-making from her Son. But how could it be?
With her ruffled-lace mini sexily covering her dripping, pantied pussy, Tracy reflected that it had come to be and was amazing; that every word her Son and she spoke, carried wondrous sexualness; that every look they shared, carried the same wondrous sexualness; and that every hug between them, had become pure and sweet, beautifully sexual.
Tracy felt like they were in a oven-of-passion and were both being almost roasted alive, because neither felt they could talk about their hot feelings for each other. Tracy’s cunt felt totally romance connected to her Son’s cock.
And the unspoken message that lived between them permanently, was that her cunt was for her Son to fuck. The message Magosa Escort was there day and night, and in her night dreams, her Son beautifully fucked her and she was his pussy.
And her wondrous dreams, had Varn’s, beautiful organic-self-sufficiently paradise, become: his beautiful, organic-self-sufficiently sexual-paradise.
In the mesmerising eloquence of the stream’s twinkling, Tracy looked at her handsome, hot, and sexual Son, with his startling erection, which was a wondrous, barely hidden, monolith, under his thin summer hip-wrap. As Tracy looked in hot adoration at her Son, she was mostly speechless — Hot Varn made her feel she was a beautiful cunt for him. And with that lovely feeling, Tracy felt beautiful cunt need for her wondrous Son, and she loved it — Wetly, wetly loved it!
It was a wondrous feeling how her Son loving her with his innocent like, sexy flirts, made her feel beautiful and that she was his wanted cunt. Oh, the pussy agony of the countless times she’d had to restrain herself from spreading her legs when she sat in front of or beside her Son. The same restraint she reluctantly applied now.
Tears started to flow down Tracy’s cheeks. She was her Son’s cunt, she shouldn’t be restraining her legs to him.
“Son……” Tracy softly wept, with the stream seeming to be a supportive melody in the background.
“Mom……” Varn softly groaned, his erection painful, and tears welling up in his own eyes at the challenge they faced and hadn’t yet been able to resolve.
Varn knew they were both hotly drawn to try and get a beautiful outcome for their feelings, but with talking about their feelings for each other not something that either felt ready to do, it hadn’t happened yet.
Varn thought of all the times he’d wanted to raise his Mommy’s mini up as they shared joyous times at his beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise. He’d just start with lifting her mini up and check out her panties. His Mother was beautiful and pretty, but he’d need her consent, and they weren’t ready to talk yet.
So Varn dreamed hot dreams of having his Mother as his pussy Love, and making hot love to her.
Tracy’s cunt felt so alive and so in need. They were fucking in every-every way, except the physical. And it was a hot fuck from Varn — A very very hot fuck — Varn was giving her such a lovely, non-physical, hot-fuck, as he always did.
Tracy’s pussy wanted to jump in joy at the non-physical fuck she was having from her Son. It was so hard, so very very hard, to restrain her legs.
“S… o… n…” Tracy cried out again, fresh tears on her face, as the wild-flower fragrance visited them.
“M… o… m…” Varn again cried out in a groan, a few tears streaking his own face now, and his cock exceptionally and beautifully painful for his Mother’s juices.
Tracy’s pussy ran wet for her Son and his huge big cock. He needed relief and she needed to feel his big burning shaft. Tracy needed her Son to burn her cunt up with his burning cock. Beneath his hip-wrap, her Son’s erection looked so big and rock-solid — Big and handsome, and she was so utterly wet for him.
It was hard to concentrate on anything, except that she was cunt for her Son — Cunt for his rock-hard cock. Tracy couldn’t say the words that burned in her cunt. Words that her wet mother-cunt, oh so desperately wanted her to say. She couldn’t say the words, ‘Oh, handsome hot Son, please put your big cock in your mother’.
The merrily pebbling stream highlighted that Tracy was in unbearable cunt-need for Varn, however, she did manage a smile when she reflected that there was some similarity between the stream and her pussy: The stream gushed wetly by her Son, and her pussy gushed wetly for her Son.
It was an unbearable situation. It had been building and building for an ongoing period, and had become more and more intense as time progressed, until it was building in hotness, day by day, then finally to the present, where their sexual love, sexual desire, and love-lust for each other flowed and grew, moment by moment.
Tracy was so hot for her Son, and she knew he was equally hot for her — His monolith erection was utter testimony to that! How could they proceed if she wasn’t her Son’s pussy? They both silently felt in unvoiced words, that they wanted to proceed at her Son’s beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise, with her, as her Son’s pussy!
And Tracy wanted this very much. She loved her life with her Son, at his romantically secluded, beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise, and she so wanted to be her Son’s wet pussy.
Varn was an amazing being and drew her with his joyous organic-self-sufficiency paradise ways, and in the sweet and romantic seclusion of her Sons amazing and beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise, he sweetly blossomed her cunt.
Tracy loved how Varn blossomed her cunt.
Her pussy responded amazingly to her irresistible Son — Being with Varn, Tracy Kıbrıs Escort wanted to pussy-joy-dance. And Tracy wanted this everyday. She wanted to joyously drip and leak for her Son … Tracy, joyously and desperately wanted to give all her mother-juices to her Son.
Tracy knew that while her Son burned to fuck her, he would always respect her decision, so it would be her decision alone, if she offered her mother-cunt to him. She just didn’t know how to do that, well, not in words anyway — But she knew one thing: She had to be her Son’s pussy — They both wanted it!
Tracy felt it would be, Oh so beautiful to be wet vagina for her Son — Beautiful day, after beautiful day, at his beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise, being wet vagina for him.
As Tracy felt tears begin to slip down her face that she wasn’t wet vagina for her Son, she was also aware that hidden under her tiny mini and in her sexy little panties, her mother-vagina was crying in extreme wetness to be wet-joyous-pussy to her Son.
While Tracy found it a delight to look at the butterflies, and it was wondrous to have her little sexy panties so wet for her amazing Son, it was also so sad, that her wet panties were hidden from her Son. They both had words they weren’t ready to speak.
Tracy’s panties were wet for her Son. Her Son should know that! Tracy again looked at the flitting butterflies showing their beautiful colours, and an idea formed in her mind, sending a sweet and sensual, wet ripple of hope, through her pussy.
Sobbing and choking on her words, Tracy spoke in need, “Son…… sometimes… more is needed… than words.”
Varn looked at his Mommy. She was so beautifully sexy in her little ruffled lace mini and equally little lace boob-tube. Varn’s cock was extended beyond belief that he would enter his Mother.
Varn replied in painful arousal grief, “Yes… Mother…… sometimes… more than words… are needed,” as he continued to ponder how this unspoken of, hot sexual situation, could be resolved. He couldn’t speak to his Mother of it — But it needed to be, and it had to be resolved.
And Varn’s hope was that the situation would somehow be resolved with his incredibly beautiful and sexy Mother, being on, what he called, his Mother-fuck-cock. He had so much love to give to his Mommy, through and up her Mommy-vagina.
Huge big Love-thrusts, deep and potent up her Mother-vagina, is what he felt for his sexily clad, beautiful Mommy. He wanted to give his Mother ultimate joy up her cunt. And he had the tool for it. And his tool was pumped and throbbed to deliver joy into his Mommy’s pussy!
For Tracy, being with her Son at his beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise, was beautifully aphrodisiacal. Tracy only knew she was cunt for her Son, and hoping to end her denial torment, when she went with her idea and whispered, “I love you Son,” as she slowly, in melodic joy, spread her legs and revealed her sheer and wet, little white panties to her Son, with his huge pounding erection.
Tracy hoped she was doing the right thing in revealing her wet little sheer panties to her Son, but she had no choice really — She needed to be pussy to her Son!
Tracy hoped this would be the start of what they both wanted, but weren’t ready to talk about. She knew it had to be her decision, and so she hoped showing her Son, her wet panties would say what she couldn’t talk about – That she wanted to be, and needed to be, his pussy.
Tracy hoped it could be the start of a new day at her Son’s beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise.
A new day start, where her hot Son saw his mother’s panties on her pussy — Her pussy that burned hotly and wetly for him.
With her legs fully parted — Romantically splayed in wet desire for her Son, and her ruffled lace mini bunched up, fully revealing her sheer, thin, and wet little pantie-crotch, stretched tightly and revealingly over her shaved-smooth, swollen and wet cunt lips.
“Son, would you like to start a ‘new-day’ with me, at your beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency, paradise?”
Varn parted his hip-wrap and released his huge erection, and joyously responded, “I love you too beautiful sexy Mother, and I would love that we start a new day together, at my beautiful organic-self-sufficiently paradise.”
Varn gazed at his Mommy’s tiny little, super-revealing, wet pantie-crotch, which wonderfully highlighted her smooth, swollen and wet cunt lips, and clearly displayed his Mother’s sexual-slit.
It was a hot sight and his Mother was a hot babe — Turned-on for so long for his Mommy, Varn’s cock throbbed to the max. Burning heat raged through his cock — He was looking at his Mother’s pantied slit!
His Mother had revealed her pantied cunt to him! His cock flexed its length, and his balls drew up, his Mothers’s slit was so sexy — She wanted to be his cunt!
With his pumping cock hotly revealed to his Mother, Varn began to ejaculate in Lefkoşa Escort great big bursting, upward spurts.
“Oh, my Love!” Tracy exclaimed at the wondrous sight, and the amazing height his spurts were reaching. She quickly drew her little wet pantie-crotch aside, leapt from her stone seat and raced the few paces to her ejaculating Son.
In an instant, Tracy had straddled him and guided his monolithic ejaculating organ to where she so desperately needed him, and to where she felt her Son should be.
As Tracy received her Son’s big and beautiful, ejaculating cock into her wet and needing mother-pussy, she orgasm screamed into the secluded and lovely wild-flower-meadow, with the stream twinkling in merriment in the background.
“VARN LOVE… Ohhhh, Varn!”
Her Son’s sex-shaft was big and powerful, and filled her immaculately. She was her Son’s vowed lover. Tracy was her Son’s pussy.
Son and Mother, copiously wept in joy, as they lovingly fucked and orgasmed in the
secluded beautiful wild-flower-meadow.
Varn loved having his cock deep in his Mommy. His muscled hands gently explored his sexily clad Mother in loving and adoring touches.
Tracy welcomed the loving and adoring touching. Tracy loved that she could be her Son’s, loving display-doll. She could lovingly display her panties and mother-vagina to her Son, then he could lovingly fuck her.
Ohhh, the way her hot Son, hot arched his cock deep up in her pussy was so beautiful, so nourishing, and so sexy hot!
As Son and Mother’s climaxes calmed, both were euphoric that what neither of them had been ready to voice, had been expressed sexually.
Tracy loved having her revealed pussy on her Son’s revealed cock, as she sat on his lap, and thought of the wondrous future ahead with him, on his beautiful organic-self-sufficiently paradise.
Oh, Varn was so beautifully handsome, sexy and amazing, Tracy couldn’t help but romantically grind away on her Son’s lap with his relaxed and released cock, while she melodically caressed her tubed boobs against her Son’s sexy supple-muscled toned chest.
The sun’s warm gaze and the wind’s gentle billowing, sweetly decorated their romantic, wild-flower, sex glade. The golden rays of the sun, so welcome, and the soft billowing breeze, lovely in itself, was delicately adorned and complemented with the sexy wild-flower fragrance it softly carried.
The Son — Mother, secluded wild-flower sexual-location with its serene backdrop of the softly gushing stream, which played for them soft lulling romantic love music, was so sweetly beautiful, and Tracy felt so joyous and alive in her life, and the same joy was also between her legs, where she was unbelievably wet.
Tracy was in beautiful organic-self-sufficiently, wonder-land paradise. She was in beautiful organic-self-sufficiently sexual-paradise!
Euphorically, Tracy reflected that she now carried her Son’s, beautiful and hot cum in her mother-pussy. Tracy felt so womanly to be carrying her amazing and wondrous Son’s cum between her legs.
In their sweetly secluded romantic love glade, which was wondrously bedecked by nature’s endearing and sexually invigorating beauty, where Tracy had received her Son’s wondrous cock up her mother-pussy, she abounded in joy, and adoringly, like she was singing her love for her Son, purred-d-d-d into him with pussy, tits, and words.
The romantic heat and love Tracy felt for her Son was indescribably vibrant, yet serenely beautiful. She was his love, his pussy, and his tits. And she was thrilled, heart and pussy, to feel her Son’s handsome cock re-hardening inside her.
Moment by moment, his wondrous cock was filling her; breadth and length, breadth and length — Fuller and fuller — It was an immaculate filling of her pussy. Varn’s cock size burgeoned and burgeoned inside of her, until he was a hot towering, hot monolith, of hot throbbing organ in her mother-pussy.
Tracy loved that with her Son loving her, his big sexy cock could wondrously gift to her, beautiful, pussy-orgasm.
The love she felt from Varn through her cunt with his monolithic size, brought sweet tears of joy to her eyes. With Varn loving her, his cock lovingly mesmerised her pussy in helpless and beautiful romance for him — She was her Son’s romance-mother-doll, and his size was immaculate!
Wetly wetly blossoming; blossoming, blossoming as her hot Son’s, romance-mother-doll, Tracy euphorically showed her adoration of her Son, with her mother-pussy and mother-tits, and she also lovingly showed her adoration of him with her words as well, “Oh, hot Son, amazing and wondrous Son, I love you darling with my heart, pussy and tits.”
Then, like she was releasing the top on a beautiful hand-crafted organic fragrance that she had made, and would wear for her Son, Tracy released her turned-on mother-tits from her little lace boob-tube, and adding to their new-day, new-start, she romantically journeyed, in a gracious love-flow, her revealed sensitive mother-bosoms forward, and made nipple and bosom contact with her amazing and hot Son.
It was wondrous to feel her turned-on creamy bosoms softly caress against her Son’s toned, supple-muscled and suntanned chest, as Tracy adored her Son with her mother-bosoms and bosom-love.