Mom as a catalyst for various fetishes. ⇐ General

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I decided to describe the events in sequence, and what led me to this fetish, there will be no sex or something unreal, but I’ll just share a little of this, I already talked about it on Western forums, I wanted to share it here too, the only request is if you had something like that really write, but only what was in reality, I would be curious to read.
My mother was definitely one of the most beautiful women in our city.
As for her appearance, she dyed her hair in different colors, her natural brown color, her face was very symmetrical model, with large gray eyes.
The figure is one of the features - a large natural chest, 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 Turkey, she was molested by a young guy of about 20, this was the first time I saw someone openly flirting with her, standing next to me, I did not bother him at all, she of course , ignored him and left with me.
But it was on vacation that she dressed extremely sexy, in various types of swimsuits that emphasized her figure and attracted male gazes, 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, since it was a provincial town, it was a good educational institution, I am from a wealthy family, but at that moment there was a critical situation, a lot of bandits, poverty, and, of course, people were different, from different walks of life So one day my mom came to school wearing a jacket and shirt, a knee length skirt and high heels. These clothes emphasized her figure, walking with me along the corridor, the local punks stared at her for a long time, this local hooligans was the nightmare of our entire school. A little later, after my mother left, they came up to me and asked: "Who was that?, is that your mother?" I said "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, we did not have a conflict or a fight, it was him at all not when he didn't fuck me. Somewhere around the same age, friends came to me to play on the 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, she acted like a friend, if she was not doing something and she had free time, and one of those days I really 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 mother was wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts, they were showing how play the game, and touch her body whenever possible, pressing against her from both sides, they also corrected her by constantly holding hands. And then I looked at her T-shirt, her nipples were sticking out very strongly through it. Her nipples often stuck out through her clothes, this was due to a change in temperature, and from the contact it is obvious that she herself felt this and said something along the lines of "okay, I've played enough, I'll go about my business" and went to her room. My friends pretended that nothing happened, but I saw where they were looking and how they pressed against her during the game, while I, in turn, did not know how to react to it, and also pretended that I don't see anything. In the same period, my mother helped my aunt with business, they ran the shop page on social networks, she brought 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 kind of photographer, I don’t know what and how, but the photos were taken, they were quite simple in terms of poses and lighting, and processing in Photoshop, but not bad for those times. So, my aunt had a son, I saw him very often, he was a nerd, let's say, and maybe even autistic, because his actions were very often strange, he asked me somewhere after the photo shoots: "Have you seen your mom, I saw her naked in the photos, "he meant in 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, actually i even showered with my mum a couple of times, but there were situations when she was in a hurry and it was in 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 shower with my mom, can I shower with yours?" I immediately answered him: "Swim 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 social media page and tracked down who liked it, it was my father's acquaintances and, to my surprise, my friends....and classmates. I was delighted and furious, I wanted to beat them, I didn't want them to even think about something, but I couldn't influence it, they wanted her, and it was fine, because I myself was the same, it’s just that I was lucky and unlucky, while a beautiful woman is nearby and so inaccessible, while you see many sexual aspects of her personality.
Around the age of 12, the history of judo begins, there was a certain conflict at school, we fought with some idiots, our parents talked to each other and decided that we should stand up for ourselves, my mother drove us to the section in a car (she took us in a car and waited on the bench for about an hour and a half), at some point she came up with the idea to train with 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 obviously from dysfunctional backgrounds, they talked about girls all the time, well, it was clearly fantasy, they exaggerated a lot, they told obvious lies.
And then one day my mother paired up with one of these boys, the beginning of the training consisted in the fact that after jogging, warming up, people were divided into pairs and grappled, and each time they changed after 5 minutes, and this was about 3 times .
One of the boys obviously just took advantage of the situation on the ground, my friends and I looked at my mom during the fight, it was very distracting in general, but the way she fought was a breathtaking sight.
Then my friends told me: "this boy is completely insolent, he is clearly not fighting with her, but rubbing his head against her body," I experienced terrible embarrassment, I was ashamed and scared, but then a strange feeling of excitement intensified.
A little later, maybe a month or two later, she wrestled with this kid again, and during the struggle he pushed her away from him, pressed his hand to her chest, it even seemed to me that he squeezed her a little.
And then I stood behind the wall in the locker room listening to him talk about my mom, he bragged 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 boobs, but I remember one answer "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 events, she had an attitude like children, that is, she clearly did not understand that they should not be taken seriously
And my friends very often wanted to pair with her, and I wanted to, but she worked mainly with women and girls, and very rarely with any of the guys.
During this period, I very often heard all kinds of things about my mother, my friends told me about it, what this or that boy could say about her in the locker room, there were many 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 the crowd attacked her, that was probably the only time she was embarrassed and after that she stopped going there, she realized that it was not very right, she pretended to be funny and funny, but she was insanely embarrassed, but the boys, they just held her by the legs, by the hands, and when she resisted, it was clear how the hands of the guys slid where they didn’t belong, someone, on the contrary, pressed her closer to him, she laughed and pretended that it looked like a joke, then she abruptly got up and left, holding back her anger, it was not a long event, everything happened quickly enough
Such things were done with everyone on the mat, even I got it, the meaning was such that you were just being fought by the crowd before training, any person who went to the fight knows about this, this is a frequent practice
I saw that the boys were very happy, later in the locker room one of the boys boasted that he ran his fingers over her nipple, I remember it very well and friends told me the same later, they wanted to beat them lol, I also wanted to, and after that incident, I literally destroyed these guys on the carpet, it seemed to me that I was fighting for the honor of my mother, but then again, they could come up with a lot and dream up, as they constantly carried all sorts of nonsense
(I copied my story from the English forum, there may be errors because I wrote in English and used a translator, I decided to share it here, I won’t upload photos, I used to post it and process it very much in Photoshop, removed everything except the body, now with the arrival AI, I won't de-anonymize myself)