A mother of a large family is begging me to fuck her

A mother of a large family, she had lost the habit of getting fucked. Until her husband was seized with a sex frenzy and decided to reopen the toy box hidden under the living room sofa to relive the good old times. A silent and torrid embrace, so as not to wake anyone...

Splashing sounds and laughter escape from the first floor. It's bath time and it's already making me hard. I imagine her squatting next to the bathtub, in her panties to avoid getting soaked by the disordered movements of the youngest of our children. A bit ugly but comfortable panties, with a lace border and a little bow in the front. I imagine her face speckled with drops of water, a rain that clings to the strands of hair escaped from her loose bun and I want to interrupt the washing to grab her and take her to our bedroom. My cock hardens even more, I force myself to think of something else, to focus on cooking dinner. It happened like this, without me really expecting it: for a few days, this mother of a large family, my wife, excites me as if I had met her yesterday. It's been a long time, however, since we spent nights devouring each other, learning each other's bodies by heart, experimenting with new toys, losing ourselves in exhilaration and falling asleep at dawn with damp skin and intertwined fingers. There was one child, then two, then three, then a fourth and finally a fifth, the one she is giving a bath to at this moment. We put away the handcuffs and the whip. Set aside the thongs and the garter belts. Forgotten the evenings of agape. Life has become rigid, guided by a martial organization indispensable. Children first, parents second. Waking up, breakfast, preparation for school, shuttles, work, extracurricular activities, snacks, homework, baths, dinners, bedtime stories, bottles and nighttime wake-ups, housekeeping, in-laws, colleagues, family, overtime and no more room for anything other than quick and bland sex. Once in a while, just to say so. I get a half-hearted erection, she sighs vaguely and we consider that a success. But tonight and the previous nights, nothing is soft, nothing is feigned. I am overwhelmed by the desire to fuck her. Everywhere. On the dining table, in the sofa, against the counter, in the bathroom, on the washing machine that never stops spinning, hurriedly in the hallway, acrobatically on the swing, everywhere. The platter of vegetable spaghetti is almost ready when she joins me in the kitchen with our little tribe. She still has damp skin and a strap of her bra is slipping off her shoulder. Her gaze meets mine and she smiles at me in surprise.

It's bustling in the cupboards and we all find ourselves in front of our plates. The oldest of our daughters tells us about her argument with her best friend - who is no longer her best friend. Her brother makes balls with the breadcrumbs. The two middle ones amuse themselves by slurping the spaghetti as fast as possible. The youngest adds to the collection of stains on his bib. And me, I play footsie with my wife under the table. At first, it distracts her, she almost knocks over her glass of water. Then, she bats her eyelashes at me and starts doing it too. Her foot caresses my calf and lingers on the inside of my thigh. Her toes brush against my erection, which has become uncontrollable again, and I struggle to follow the children's conversations, obsessed with the movements of that foot which tell me that she too wants me.

We rush through dessert and the evening formalities to put all these little ones to bed. While my mouth reads a story of monsters and heroic knights, my brain keeps coming back to the box under the sofa. A large wooden box with a small padlock. The box in which we stored the toys that had been unused for so long. The ropes, notably. I hurry to conclude the knightly epic, turn on the nightlights, whisper "sweet dreams" and rush to the living room.

The mother of the family transforms into a sex beast!

My wife is in the bathroom, I can only hear the whisper of the running water. I imagine her taking off her sweatpants and loose tank top, throwing her little panties on the floor. The drops of water and the foam on her pale and soft skin. Oh yes, we're going to take out the ropes.

The chest hasn't moved, it's still under the sofa. It takes me a moment to find the key to the padlock and my fingers tremble as I insert it. Treasure chest. Handcuffs for wrists and ankles, whip and feather duster, blindfold, leash and collar, various and varied vibrators and all those accessories we used without counting. I place a soft blanket on the sofa and arrange on it what I want to use. Above my head, the dark wooden beams are waiting to participate. The sound of water has stopped. She must be drying herself, applying cream with conscientious gestures. Putting on makeup, maybe. I hope she doesn't put on too much, I want her with her dark circles and the little pimples caused by hormones. I want her natural, with fatigue and the passage of time, it's this honesty that makes me hard. I turn off the ceiling light, leave only mood lighting. A playlist in the background, a sensual voice, lyrics that tell of love, women, life. And I wait, my cock hard as steel, resisting the urge to start jerking off.

She arrives. She has put on a simple, short and light dress, which reveals the curve of her breasts. Barely made up, a touch of mascara that enlarges her eyes and a little gloss that makes her lips even more pulpy. She smiles when she sees the chest and its contents and comes to straddle me to kiss me. Under her dress, there are no panties. Her pussy brushes against the taut fabric of my crotch. Her mouth seizes mine, our tongues intertwine. She has a taste of mouthwash and red fruits. I had forgotten how well she kissed. When she stops for a moment, I show her the ropes:

I make her stand up, stand on the large soft rug. She shivers as I undo the buttons of her dress to make it fall at her feet. Then I warm her up by holding her against me, running my warm hands over her skin. She sighs as she sees me grab the rope.

Gently, remembering the turns and knots as I go, I pass the ties around her wrists, under her breasts. Her arms are tied behind her back, her chest tight, stretched forward. I can't resist grabbing her nipples between my fingers, pinching them lightly before moving on to the next step. A last rope finds its place around her neck, between her two heavy breasts, along her belly down to her pussy. There, I bring it back up in her back, between her immobile arms. I make her kneel down before attaching the end of the attachment to the beam. Her big eyes raised towards me are dripping with desire. I slide a hand between her thighs, the rope is already damp with cyprine. I kiss her again, more violently. She tries to nibble my neck, but I push her away to get another accessory. A black and gold vibrator that used to drive her crazy. And, seeing her smile when I take it out of the chest, she hasn't forgotten it either. Without taking my eyes off her, I finally free my erection by getting rid of my clothes. As I brush against her, she tries to take my cock in her mouth but I pull away. "You, first." I kneel down in turn, against her back and turn on the toy. I remember the vibration mode that made her scream and engage it. My cock pressed against her tied wrists, I bring the round head to her pussy constrained by the rope. She moans, one of my hands comes to press against her mouth. "Shh." I move the vibrator back and forth against her clitoris. Her body tenses, she tries to grab my dick with her fingers but I refuse her again. With the hand that was silencing her, I now roughly handle her big breasts, twisting the nipples, grabbing the flesh, digging my nails into it. She arches, tenses, poorly suppresses yelps of pleasure. My teeth sink into her neck, her skin is so tender that I want to devour her whole. The rich ropes rub against my penis and I have to concentrate not to come on her back. She's almost there, I can feel it in her breath and in the slight trembling of her legs. I accelerate the rhythm, imprison her jaw with my hand, a finger in her mouth. I whisper in her ear: "Come now." And she obeys. Her body as if traversed by an intense electric current, a hoarse cry escapes her. I hold her tight against me, her chest panting, spasms agitating her muscles.

The toy off, I free her from the grip of the ropes. She lets herself fall to the ground, purplish marks crisscross her skin. The little belly that pregnancies left her heaves with her jerky breathing. Her big thighs open to let me admire her bushy pussy, her swollen clitoris. She is incredibly beautiful.

I come like never before in the mother of my children 

I give her a few seconds to catch her breath and kiss her everywhere. My hands search for her big ass, I knead her buttocks, press my dick against her skin. Finally free of her movements, she grabs it, jerks me off with a gentleness that is almost painful. "Fuck me now."

I grab her by the hips, push her against the sofa. She is on all fours, her plump ass stretched towards me. I dive my head in, my tongue against her turgescent clitoris. My chin is full of wetness and saliva, it drips so much that my fingers slip into her naturally. One by one, until four of them penetrate her, making her moan again - almost - silently. "Fuck me, I beg you," she repeats, her nails dug into the sofa. She arches again and I crack.

Finally, I penetrate her. Her pussy welcomes me voluptuously, slowly, until the hilt. My balls press against her pubis, my hands clutch her ass. She moves her pelvis and I accelerate the rhythm. My hand around her hair, I pull her head back. Faster and faster, almost frantic. Big thrusts that make her drool and pant. Suddenly, I want to see her face. I turn her over on her back, she takes the opportunity to grab my cock and slide it into her mouth. From the balls to the glans, she licks, sucks, nibbles. I feel the back of her throat against my glans and push even further. Her fingers play with my swollen balls, I could let everything go in her mouth, choke her with my cum. I pull out and without waiting, I penetrate her. Her feet rest on my shoulders, she grabs my hair and kisses me full on the mouth. Pressed against the small of my back, her other hand guides me and gives me the tempo. Faster, even faster. My chest crushes her big breasts slippery with sweat. I look her in the eyes, her eyebrows furrowed with pleasure, strands of hair stuck to her forehead by sweat, her mouth gaping, she is horribly exciting. She smiles as she takes her hand off my back and inserts her index finger into my mouth. I lick it, surround it with saliva. When it drips, she comes to press it against my ass, inserts a phalanx. Pleasure pierces me, I'm going to crack. I accelerate again and she moans, breathes "don't stop, I beg you." Seconds of pure intensity, she closes her eyes, can no longer control her moans. Her finger sinks a little deeper when she reaches orgasm and, in turn, I collapse and pour my cum into my pussy. She lets out a little laugh as she holds me tight against her.