Mama has not had a real guy for a long time, who not only pulled her through, but was also a partner for you. And so I wished in a show on TV, a cheerful and loving man for my mother. A hot love story!

One of the afternoon talk shows of a private TV station was under the theme: ‘I am looking for a partner for my mom.’ Eight girls or young women appeared. Everyone was around eighteen, who wanted a husband for their mum. So also Madlen Küchler. When she was called by the presenter, she made a liquid statement in favor of the forty-year-old mom. As a cheerful, intelligent, adventurous, tolerant, close to nature and beautiful, she described her mom. The applause of the audience roused as Beate Küchler entered the stage. She was indeed a beautiful woman and seemed relaxed and charming on her performance. As is the case with talk shows, questions were asked with commonplaces. Beate described in a few sentences that the marriage had broken down when her little daughter was three. Then, through the job and her duties as a single mother, she had simply missed the hookup. She was looking for a man to lean on. In the episodes that had happened every now and then, she always got to guys who wanted to lean on them. That was not to her liking.

The talk show ran a few minutes, as already announced the first interested parties for mom

One of them was even up close and soon appeared personally as a guest of the show. By the end of the show was always clear that Beate had found favor with this Andreas Schwendler. The man was forty-five, tall, with dark hair, and very skilful. He also had the audience right on his side. After the show, he left the studio with his mom and daughter, on his right and left arms. He invited the ladies for dinner in one of the most distinguished places. Time flew by in lively conversation. At ten o’clock the man delivered the two women to their hotel. In the room, Beate flung herself on the bed, shouting, “Madlen, thank you, I thank you a thousand times, I think that’s a real partner for me.” Daughter reacted thoughtfully: “If you would rather have agreed that I would take my own room here, then you could have gotten to know each other today.” As you say, I’m not going to bed with a man on the first night.

Madlen growled indignantly, “What makes the difference, is it the first or the third evening? If you’re looking for a partner, that’s what it’s all about anyway. “Beate slept with her head on Madlen’s chest. It was almost as if she thought she had that man in bed next to her. A week later, Andreas Schwendler was standing in front of the door with a huge bouquet of roses and a suitcase. He was invited for the weekend. Like a young girl Beate hopped to the door and hung right at the neck of the man. Until the last minute she had doubted if he would really come. All the more was their joy. Daughter got in the cheers of the reunion also a peck.
At bedtime, there were a few awkward moments. Madlen had already disappeared to her room. Beate came into the living room with an armful of bedclothes to fix the couch for the visitor. Andreas took the stuff from her, threw it carelessly in a chair and carried Beate in his arms in her bedroom. There was only a weak resistance. Too much she was looking forward to the man. She struggled only to the second button of her blouse. When he was open, she liked to surrender to her fate, to his hot kisses on her breasts. She even helped with the next pieces of clothing. When she stood in front of him only in her panties, and he alternately sucked on her pretty buds, she unbuttoned and literally tore the shirt off his shoulders. So they fell together on bed. They had no idea that daughter had sneaked up and had her ear at the door. She heard Mama’s comfortable groaning. That seduced her to look through the keyhole. The whole bed was in view. With her hands between her legs, she watched as the man inside nibbled her breasts and then pulled the panties with her teeth on her thighs. A powerful shudder rolled over her as the man’s head rummaged between Mama’s thigh.

Finally it happened. Andreas got out of his pants and socks and finally uncovered the secret

With a tempting gesture, he lifted the elastic of his shorts over the magnificent resurrection. Madlen groaned softly in front of the door and Beate inside. The difference, however, was that Madlen had only the visual pleasure, but at the same time Beate screamed excited at his first shock. Madlen was annoyed that she had sneaked up barefoot. The cool of the floor already reached to the calves. She did not pay attention. Inside, an interesting positional war was underway. In the missionary position, they did not like each other for long. Beate wrestled the man on the back and climbed into the saddle for a tight ride. Twice she screamed out her orgasm like that. Immediately there was an extra for Madlen’s eye. Quickly Beate escaped, reached for the twitching monster and helped him to a tremendous relaxation. An insane riot for the secret listener! She could no longer restrain her hand. She was afraid that one could hear her quick breath inside. Madlen just wanted to give up her observation post, because inside there was only a ellenlange Schmuserei ran.

From one second to the other, she was of a different mind. She saw her mom climb over the man’s head. To his fiery kisses, she relished her still beautiful breasts. Her low whimpers betrayed her condition. The summit started. Very long Beate made, grabbed the Halbgewalkten and made him again very big and strong. Madlen could not sleep long. The captured images haunted her mind and her mother’s lust screams. Luckily she knew how to help herself. For so long and intense, she had not enjoyed herself for so long. Without thinking of anything, Madlen sat in the bathrobe at the breakfast table. It was Saturday and comfort announced. With mixed emotions, she blinked at the other two place settings. One of them was already used. Their thoughts that the two probably preferred other things to breakfast, they were not quite right. Already after the first cup of coffee Andreas appeared in shirt and pants.

He looked tangled, but he beamed at Madlen on his morning greeting. At the same time, he said, “I want your mother to tell you that she has to go to work for three hours.” Not a special event for Madlene. She was used to having breakfast on Saturdays alone. Without transition, Andreas let out his admiration of how cool Madlene had been on television and touted her mother. He put his hand on hers and confessed: “At first I saw you, I was thrilled with your dazzling appearance and then with your intelligent expressions, how many times did the boys tell you how beautiful you are?”

His hand was on her move. She stroked her forearm tenderly

Then he blew her a kiss on the hand. “Hey, hey,” protested Madlen. “I’ve been looking for a partner for my mom.” But I also have to please the daughter if I want to conquer Mama. ” Before Madlen knew what he was doing, he stood behind her and slid his hands under her bathrobe. She was scared of the touch and at the same time overwhelmed. Under the bathrobe she wore only a panties. The skilful man immediately felt for the buds with his fingertips. In their defense, he grabbed only tighter and whispered her sweet compliments in the ear. Disarmed, she let her arms hang. This guy had fallen damn well from the first minute. Some stealthy look she had already sent him during the television program, then at dinner. Involuntarily, the images that she had captured through the keyhole moved into her. Andreas was not impressed by her pitiful defense. For a long time he opened her bathrobe and praised her youthful, firm breasts in the highest tones.

His flattering words underlined his shuffling wet lips. That was too much for a sensitive, young woman. She tilted her head back and reached into his crotch. Of course that was a sign for him. The bathrobe hung over the back of the chair immediately. The man kissed from the neck down to her lap. The tiny panties he just pushed aside. At his first kiss Madlen broke through the fuses. Her inarticulate throaty betrayed her bliss. She could not help but point her lap at the skilful man. Almost stolidly, she accepted his magical petting, until a jolt and a violent tremor went through her body. In violent turmoil Andreas sucked at the seat of her most intense feelings.

As he carried her to the couch, Madlen said, “Please, please, do not do nonsense, Mama can be back any moment, I could not stand it, it would surprise us so.” As he pulled the panties over her thighs, he reached out She herself, brought him back upstairs and grumbled: “Let me, I have to training. If you are very nice, you drive me with your car. “With these words, she wanted to build a bridge for him.She could not with this man under the mother’s roof.So she was completely confused.She felt that she was She had fallen in love with the man she had been looking for for her mum, shame and lust struggling in her. Andreas did not seem to have understood correctly yet, his storm was getting heavier, his lips darted all over her body, his hands were everywhere Forcibly, she pushed him away, sitting up and asking in a tinny voice, “Are you driving me now?” He still did not understand, disoriented, straightening his clothes and searching for the car keys, Madlen really had handball practice this morning But she had already decided to just cuddle, so she steered the rider in a completely different direction, and from practical experience she knew a lot about bushes put spots.

Mom wanted sex now, His hands on the butt became active

When they arrived at one of them, she begged: “Please stop, I must fix behind the bushes.” She did not go very far. She also noticed that Andreas followed her. It upset her insanely. He stood very close and could see how she sat down with naked butt. When she wanted to pull up her panties again, he stood close behind her and prevented her from doing so. As tied, she stood there with the jeans on her calves. Voluptuously Andreas reached into the tight cheeks and whispered: “You want it too.” Of course she wanted. That’s why he should drive her to training. His first burning kiss soon drove her mad. It was almost automatic, as she pressed her half-naked body very close to him. His hands on the butt became active. One sneaked between the thighs from behind. Immediately her movements signaled duty and dedication. The man brought a leg to his hip. In shaken rhythm, she trembled against him. It did not take long for her dry throat to rattle.

“I can not anymore,” she breathed and slowly withdrew. But to avoid misunderstanding, she bent and held onto a tree trunk. She could still stand on one leg and enjoy. In her stooped position, she could even savor the last few inches and also a mad climax. In the car, she wanted to know, “Who can you actually love, me or mom?” “You, I have no illusions, I’m twenty-seven years older than you.” I have this whole story from Madlen, my best friend. I know that Andreas has since married her mother. Over everything else I leave the cloak of secrecy.