Getting Started - When Desire Conquers All

Would anyone believe in the existence of an innocent person on the threshold of the new millennium with the advent of the Internet, and the massification of the information media available to everyone? Yes. Glaucia was like that. Second boyfriend, and husband (even because the first one had been a hothead who only wanted her face), who also wanted her face, but ended up with the rest! An early marriage, an early child and a much earlier routine.
Mauro, her husband, was an ordinary man, without great qualities <unk> both in and out of bed <unk> and who felt himself only a provider of the home who, from time to time, took a climb with the <unk>patroa<unk>, just to <unk>take the delay<unk>. And Glaucia, for her part, felt rewarded, since <unk> on some occasions <unk> she was able to have an orgasm. It was good, she thought, and then she ended up plunging back into the boring routine that stole her soul.
At that point in her life, the only good thing left was her Rogerio, a young teenager of twenty years, full of energy and vitality. This energy that Glaucia stole a little from time to time, through contact with him and his friends and girlfriends, feeling alive whenever she was near them.
And one day, ... one day, ... everything happened very suddenly! Glaucia discovered that Mauro had a mistress <unk> a certain Elvira <unk> who besides working with him shared the bed and orgasms. Glaucia was very upset, feeling the worst person in the world! How could her husband, who practically had no sex life at home, arrange a mistress! And who would this Elvira be? Gostosona! Tesuda! Good in bed? It doesn't matter. It matters that it was a cow that climbed with her husband while Glaucia vanished in her spirit in a warm and graceless routine.
She thought, at first, to take revenge on him. Find a man (preferably someone he knew) and climb with him until she felt satisfied, ... but no, that was not right. She could not simply betray her husband <unk> after all, a mistake is not justified with another <unk> even because it would be to lower herself to the level of this Elvira who was nothing, just the mistress (!)
One afternoon she was caught by Rogério crying in secret. The boy approached her and wanted to know the reason for the tears. "Nothing, nothing, ... just a sudden sadness, ... but it will pass my dear" - Rogério looked at her with a look of suspicion, showing that he did not believe what she had said. He hugged her and kissed her hair, gently stroking her neck and saying that he knew why she was crying. He had known this Elvira and knew that she and her father were having an affair.
Glaucia raised her face facing the gentle, half-repentant look of her son and showing enormous surprise at that sudden statement. I wanted to ask how he knew, what he knew and why he hadn't told her anything about it. But even before she rehearsed such questions, Roger touched her lips with his fingers as if asking (almost begging) that she not ask those questions, because he wouldn't have the courage to answer them.
Unable to withstand so much humiliation, she burst into convulsive, uncontrollable tears, burying her face in her son's muscular chest, who hugged her as hard as he could, massaging his back and kissing his hair again.
Unaware of what she was doing, Glaucia wrapped her arms around the warm, firm body of the handsome, strong boy who was her son, wanting to repay the feeling he had given her. She continued with her face leaning on Roger's chest, which because she was wearing a shirt with a few open buttons allowed direct contact of her face with his chest. She had a sudden desire to kiss his chest, and almost instinctively did so, realizing at once that Roger's skin had shivered at the touch of her mother's moist lips, causing him to press it even tighter against her.
Roger, in turn, grabbed his mother's chin, lifting her sad face to gaze directly at him. Glaucia looked at Roger and didn't quite understand why she suddenly felt attracted to him. And this feeling was growing at such a pace that she felt hypnotized by her son's gaze that, in time, he brought his mouth closer to hers by kissing her on the lips.
Glaucia, at first, found it all very natural <unk> a tender kiss between mother and son <unk> and did not resist when it happened, ... but, little by little, Rogério's tongue began to force the entrance of Glaucia's mouth that still under the effect of the moment, gave way allowing the kiss to be transmuted into something more than just a mere act of tenderness for a kiss between lovers who desired each other. And it was very good! Glaucia had not been kissed for a long time and to happen that way, at that moment it was something like a retribution that she as a woman needed to feel, at least once more in her life.
Suddenly, however, she regained her composure and withdrew from Roger, slipping from his embrace and fleeing from that sinful kiss. She looked at her son and her frightened look showed that Glaucia was completely stunned by what had happened. Roger, in turn, returned that look with a tender look and inspired a desire, which even if forbidden, had completely contaminated him; he was taken over by something stronger than himself, and did not hesitate for a moment to say that he did not regret what he had done and that he felt for his mother a "desire for a man", the same desire that his father no longer felt for her.
Taken by a puzzling surprise and fearing that this situation might develop into something out of control, Glaucia wasted no time in reacting and slapped Rogério in the face, slapping him with a loud and impactful slap. Rogério received the slap, looked back at his mother and without saying a word, turned his back on her leaving the room and heading for his room. And Glaucia stood there, static, lethargic, not knowing what to think or what to do. She thought of going to Rogério's room and apologizing to him for the aggression; on the other hand, she thought, she couldn't do that, because what had happened was too sinful, obscene, and, ... she didn't know what else to think.
The evening came and came to find a certain air of resignation and consternation in the house of Glaucia. The dinner passed in almost sepulchral silence, where not even glances crossed with the fear of denouncing truths that should never be said. Rogerio looked only at his plate and exchanged only half a dozen words with his father who, in turn, feeling something very strange, avoided prolonging the conversation. Their meals ended and each took refuge away from the others: Rogerio in his room, Mauro in the office and Glaucia was alone in the room surrounded by unconfessable but deliciously provocative thoughts.
As she lay down, Glaucia tried not to wake her husband who had recovered some time earlier, and wearing his short sweater with thin straps, turned her back on Mauro wishing deeply that he did not notice her arrival and intended to fuck her (something simply unbearable after all). Lying on her side with her arms serving as support for her head, Glaucia thought about everything that had happened in her life in recent days, especially the event involving her beloved son that afternoon. The mere idea of having sex with Roger terrified Glaucia; besides something unimaginable, it was also sinful and forbidden. How could she do this without feeling eternally guilty?
With these thoughts in mind, Glaucia fell into a deep sleep. And in that sleep she dreamed; she dreamed that she was alone at home, sitting on the edge of her bed, naked and feeling her vagina wet and aroused. She touched it with one of her hands and her fingers began a small massage on the clitoris that was so swollen that it hurt a little, even though it was a pleasant and provocative pain. She enjoyed that slow, prolonged and caring masturbation with herself, enjoying every movement and extracting as much pleasure as she could.
Suddenly, she noticed a vulto forming in front of her: it was Rogério, he was naked and had his penis erect, pulsating and swelling as if wanting to become bigger than it already was. Glaucia looked at that member and felt an uncontrollable desire to take it with her hands, caress it and put it in her mouth. And without being able to interrupt the massage on her clitoris, she could feel when her son took her by the shoulders pulling her towards him and pouring a kiss full of passion and desire. Glaucia could not resist the harassment of Rogério and the firm touch of his hands on her shoulders made her prostrate to the uncontrollable desire to give herself to her son body and soul!
She woke up startled, jumping out of bed and realizing that she was naked and completely sweaty. She looked into the room in the twilight and realized that Mauro had not even moved on the bed, denoting that she had not understood what had happened. She then ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower, dried herself and then returned to bed, although she knew that she would not be able to sleep, as she was afraid to resume the same dream as before.
Between sin and desire.
The days that followed were sad and empty. Glaucia divided her time between housework and the shame of thinking about how she felt about her son - after all, it was her son! A product of her own womb! - and thus hiding her shame from everyone, as well as hiding the shame she felt from her husband for shamelessly betraying her. She wanted to scream, wanted to take revenge for everything, but at the same time, she felt helpless, since the image of the dream she had had with her son remained in her memory as vivid as that night when everything had happened.
One day, while cleaning up Roger's room, who had gone off to college, Glaucia came across some men's magazines and other pornographic magazines. She sat on Roger's bed and started flipping through them, initially just out of the natural curiosity of someone who had never had access to that kind of material, but then with the excitement of someone who had discovered something new and delightfully exciting. They were women with huge breasts and even bigger buttocks being possessed by men with muscles, gifts and limbs that Glaucia had never imagined could exist.
In one of these magazines she came across a column of testimonies, where there was one in particular that had caught her attention. It was of a woman who was unable to resist the harassment of her own son gave herself to him body and soul, concluding that it was the best experience she had ever had in her life and that she would never regret it. She ended the testimony by saying that whenever she could "fight with the best male she had ever met in all her life" and that she was grateful for the day that her useless husband copulated with her by delaying the birth of her only lover! <unk> Glau felt a warmth run through her bowels, while her conservative and retrograde upbringing imposed on her a denial of that fact: the realization that a mother could become the lover of her own son!
She put the magazines back where she found them and was about to leave the room, when looking at Rogério's desk she saw something that caught her attention. They were some photos printed on a special printer <unk> suitable for this type of work <unk> and she could realize that the photos were hers! How could that be! And they were intimate photos, in a domestic moment that she always believed to be alone at home. In all of them she was completely naked, and in one especially she was masturbating in her bed!
The blood rose and Glaucia almost went mad, ... how had Rogério taken those photos? And why were they there on his desk available to the opportunistic eyes of anyone who entered his room? What did Rogério intend after all! He decided that he would put an end to that sordid story of his son. He took the photos and kept them with him, thinking of the right moment to question him about the origin and purpose of that obscenity.
When the evening came, Glaucia was preparing dinner and did not realize the ringing of her mobile phone. She answered and heard Mauro's voice on the other end of the line saying that something unexpected had happened in the office and that he, probably still that night, should make a quick trip to Rio de Janeiro (fast trip, wow! - thought Glaucia). She said goodbye apologizing for the last-minute notice and said that she would return in the afternoon or evening of the next day, a statement that Glaucia answered with an almost inaudible whisper, turning off the phone almost immediately.
She became possessed with hatred at feeling betrayed once again, and cursed her husband, thinking how foolish he had been all those years, cultivating a relationship doomed to failure. And at this moment, she was brought to reality by the snoring of Rogerio's motorcycle that had just arrived home. Glacia imagined that that would be the ideal day to settle her pending matters with her son. She waited for him to enter the house and told him that dinner would be ready in a few minutes and suggested that he go wash up. She made no comment on Mauro's call informing her of his unexpected absence.
The two sat down at the table and ate their meals in absolute silence. Glaucia had already rehearsed a speech that her son would make reprimanding him for the abusive and obscene behavior and accusing him of the pictures found in his room. And in her mind everything had worked very well, but when trying to verbalize those words they simply did not come out of her mouth. As well as she tried, she struggled to initiate the dialogue (or monologue), and found herself entangled by the loss of the word.
"Where's Daddy? Isn't he coming to dinner?" "It was Roger's voice that broke the long-standing silence between the two of you". "Did you have a fight?"
'Is that what you would like to happen?' - Glaucia's voice was between irritation and utter lack of control, even intending to take advantage of the cue to criticize her son's behavior.
But what followed was totally unexpected for Glaucia. Rogério got up from where he stood, and walking to her he took her in his arms firmly, but taking care not to look aggressive, and his mouth searched his lips kissing her with macho desire. She tried to resist by turning her face to the side, but her son did not signal that she would give up the job. Glaucia disengaged from Rogério's hands and moving away a little drew his attention saying that she had found her photos in his room and that what, besides being obscene, was too sinful and that he could not continue to act in that way with his own mother.
Roger knelt at his mother's feet and confessed to her how much he wanted her; he also told her that those pictures <unk> obtained with the use of video cameras hidden by him in all the rooms of the house <unk> were the only thing that prevented him from having taken Gloria in his arms a long time ago.
He also said that he knew of his father's betrayals, and that this Elvira was not the first much less the only one. And without being able to utter another word he grabbed hold of Glaucia's waist saying that he wanted to be for her the macho that she had never had, and that he would not give up until he realized his intention, since that desire consumed him inside taking away any other will he had. <unk>Forgive me mother, ... but it is stronger than me, or even you, ... I want to be your man, ... I want to be the lover you never had, ... I want to make you the woman of my life!<unk> - Rogerio said with such a conviction of feelings that Glaucia was immediately taken by a wave of uncontrollable rapture
When desire speaks louder.
Glaucia paused for a moment to breathe and after taking a breath, took her son by the arms and made him stand up, staring at her eyes as if exploring that inner child and imagining that it was all just a teenage fantasy that would end at the first maternal glance allowing their lives to return to normal. But what she saw was a fiery look, full of desire and lust of a young and fiery male who seemed to project himself from his being towards her, infecting her with a wave of heat that invaded her being, reascending something inside her that she had supposed to be dead for many, many years.
It was as if her whole being - body, soul, and spirit - had been snatched away by something beyond her control; her skin was trembling, her limbs were weakening, her vision was blurred, her nipples had grown numb like never before, her vagina was extremely moist and hot, and her mouth just wanted to be kissed. And so it was that Glaucia yielded to the desire that was silent in the depths of her soul and demanded of her a female reaction that needed to be satisfied. Her mouth went to meet Roger's mouth and finally they kissed the kiss of redemption!
It wasn't just a kiss - it was "the kiss" - the one that Glaucia had been carrying repressed within herself and for which Rogerio had longed for too long. And as they kissed, their hands strolled over their bodies, not taking long to try to get rid of those clothes that had until then served as barriers to what was to come.
However, when Rogério tried to undress his mother, Glaucia got rid of her arms and moving away a little started a strip-tease full of sensuality and desire. She got rid of the dress as if by magic and slowly disengaged from the bra showing her medium breasts, target and still firm even at fifty and that made Rogério's eyes sparkle intensely. Then she took off her black lace panties moving with grace and sensuality <unk> after all, she wanted her new partner to take advantage of everything she could offer him.
He went back to Rogério and began to undress him with the same delicacy and sensuality with which he had done with himself, with the only difference that as soon as he took off his shirt he began to kiss his fresh and muscular chest, while his hands eagerly searched for the button of the jeans that was easily opened letting the zipper come down shamelessly.
Glaucia knelt in front of Rogério and with almost maddening subtlety began to free him of his last piece of resistance, soon leaving him naked as well as freeing his penis from captivity. Glaucia looked at that hard, erect member whose glans seemed to increase in size every second and could not resist the urge to pounce on it with her mouth swallowing almost its entire length. She felt that instrument barking inside her mouth and tried to swallow it as much as she could by making the glans touch her glottis. She was feeling full with that huge, thick penis and her mouth, denoting a sense of dominance over the control.
They were long and delicious minutes in which she sucked and licked that young, fresh male cock, feeling every nerve in his skin and causing it to pulsate more and more intensely. Rogerio, on the other hand, was in full ecstasy and told his mother that this was his first time (!) Gloria was not happy enough! She was his son's first wife and wanted him to never forget that experience.
She gave up that wonderful sucking and stood up again facing her son, embracing him and kissing him again and again. It was not long before Roger's mouth searched for her busted and bounced nipples sucking each one of them, first gently and then with the will of one who wishes to taste a fruit never tasted before. Glaucia writhed in Roger's hands (now he was the master of the situation), and every time he sucked or licked her breasts she groaned at length arching her chest forward offering herself in a shameless manner; she wanted him to seize not only the moment, but the opportunity that both had occasioned.
It was then that Rogério took Glaucia in his arms and holding her firmly walked towards his room. Glaucia looked at him and said tenderly: "No, not in your room, ... let's go to mine, ... I want to be yours in my bed!" Glaucio smiled delighted at the opportunity to climb with his mother in the bed where she and his father slept, ... he thought it would be the best revenge for that scoundrel who had always sought pleasure outside the house when a delightful woman was waiting for him. Glaucio knew all about his father's scoundrels, but he never told anything to Glaucia for fear of hurting her, ... and now she was his!
Roger stood by the king size double bed and deposited his tesuda on the bed, climbing over it and pointing his eager pinto towards that wet vagina. The penetration was so delicious that even Glaucia's long period of abstinence did not cause him any discomfort; on the contrary, the penetration was perfect <unk> as if that penis had been made for that vagina <unk> and when the entire length of the male had penetrated her Glaucia felt full and complete. That young cock and virgin gave her something she hadn't felt in a long time; a sense of completeness and fulfillment that not even Mauro had achieved over all those years of marriage (even when the fire of the early years was still burning).
With each stroke of that pin, Glaucia felt it reach the heavens and return with a feeling more and more intense. So intense that she enjoyed! She enjoyed not once or twice, but several times. She was in a state of unrestrained euphoria, since she had never had the opportunity to know that a woman can feel such pleasure next to a man. Her pelvis responded rhythmically to the movements of her partner, and orgasms continued to follow one after another.
"Oh, my delicious little mother! From now on I'm going to eat you every day, ... nothing more to stay in the dry because of that shameless bastard, ... I want to give you a lot of pleasure, ... I want you only for me!" - Roger did not tire of repeating that phrase provoking more excitement in his companion who felt fully dominated by a real male. Glaucia could not believe that her own son had given her so much excitement and so much pleasure!
"Oh, ... oh, hot little mother, ... I can't take it anymore, I have to have fun, fill you with my hot broth!" When she heard that, she despaired and begged her son in a hushed voice: "No, please, no, inside me, no! You're bound to have fun in my mouth!" Immediately, she pushed Roger to lie down beside her and, bending over him, once again poked him with that hard stick soaked in her own bodily fluid, sucking it and sucking it avidly. And it didn't take long for Roger to have fun, expelling a voluminous load of hot, viscous semen, which she, in turn, swallowed whole (something new and very tasty, which she had never done before!).
While still sucking on that "milk" that her son's hard cock was spewing out, Glaucia felt Roger's fingers gently caressing her lipstick, strolling freely through her big lips and advancing toward the clitoris that still remained swollen and full of desire. It didn't take long for Roger to pull his mother's butt close to him and bring that vagina closer to his mouth thirsty for desire and desire.
Roger sucked and licked that delicious mouthpiece as a child enjoys a new and much-desired sweet, and acted with such mastery that it did not take long for Glaucia to enjoy it once more, ... and then again, ... and then again! She was in an absolute state of ecstasy, for in all her existence she had never been graced with so much pleasure and imagined that her choice between desire and sin had been the best thing she had ever done up to that point in her life. And even feeling overwhelmed by the immense pleasure that filled her whole being, she still persisted in sucking and licking Roger's cock, which, in turn, did not completely hurt the orgasm that occurred.
A short time later, Rogério dropped another "charge" that was also totally swallowed by his mother and a few minutes later, overcome by the fatigue and the enormous pleasure they had mutually provided, they fell asleep in the same position in which they had begun the final part of their personal adventure: Rogério hugged his mother's hip with his head resting on his buttocks and Glaucia with her face resting on her son's groin with her lips still close to the withered penis.
Still Living the Real Dream
The first rays of sunlight came to find the couple still asleep and in the same position in which they had lost their senses after an indescribable moment in which both had crowned their deepest desires with the immeasurable pleasure provided. Those bodies illuminated by the first light of the morning looked like a sculpture worthy of the Frenchman Auguste Rodin, whose perfection and softness of naked forms did not contrast with the environment, exhibiting a minimally unforgettable image that represented the best that a man and a woman could enjoy of the senses through their bodies.
Glaucia was the first to wake up and even with some difficulty to come to terms with everything that had happened the night before, when she found herself lying on the naked body of her son, she was sure that it had not been a mere daydream of an unhappy woman. And the curious thing is that she did not feel guilty or remorseful; on the contrary, she felt alive! Alive as she had never felt before. Life flowed through her body leaving her renewed with hope and love for life and love for herself.
She got up and went to the bathroom, for she needed to take a warm and comforting bath. She let the water run down the length of her body, enjoying it like a huge caress that went all over her, making her feel rewarded for all the good that had happened on her way, especially on that wonderful night.
And what was her surprise to feel the warm embrace of her awakened son who had come to join her in the bath. He embraced her tenderly, kissing her neck and neck with long, gentle kisses, while she could feel his member giving signals that he wanted to restart what seemed to have ended hours before. And it was not long before Glaucia felt that huge penis come back to life pulsating with its former hardness, pressing deliciously on her buttocks.
Glaucia leaned forward as if offering a special gift to Roger, who, upon realizing his mother's intentions, became excited and gushing, whispering in his ear: "Do you want me to eat your ass?" ... Come on my delicious bitch, ... says at once that you want my hard stick tucked into your ass, ...; and as he said these words, Roger rubbed his hard mast between his partner's firm buttocks, longing for his reply that was not long in coming.
<unk>Of course I do! I want him all tucked up inside my ass! Come my hot and powerful male, make this female your only reason for being!<unk> It was undeniably an undeniable invitation, provocative and very intimate, something that only a couple full of complicity could dare to fully expand the horizon of their relationship. And Rogerio, a bit madly took his member with one hand while the other was looking for the untouched hole poking it gently guiding the way to the final invasion. Glaucia leaned a little more, offering her desire to be sacrificed for the enormous member of her son.
The initial penetration was uncomfortable but hardly painful. The swollen gland of Roger's penis opened the entrance of the virgin's ass of Glaucia sticking in that position while he kissed the back of the neck and licked the lobes of the ears of his beloved who moaned and bounced madly, gently pushing his pelvis against that bold penis, provoking him and calling his male to fulfill the mission he had set himself.
Rogério stroked vigorously causing more than half the length of the brute to invade his partner's ass causing painful screams, and a muscular contortion of Glaucia, which pressed that enormity into its thickness, leaving Rogério more insane than he already was, for the sensation was unique and special.
Taking advantage of the situation, Roger finally buried that hard mast deep inside his mother's ass, causing her to experience deliciously exciting spasms, and causing Glaucia to retaliate against the invasion with a series of pelvic movements of going back and forth combined with a delicate rolling that operated a feeling of "screwdriver" capable of providing in both indescribable sensations and whose depth was more than just a feeling of pleasure. It was like reaching the seventh heaven and returning from it full of satisfaction! - something totally new, unexpected, but deliciously enjoyed as a gift from the heavens.
The orgasms felt by Glaucia followed one another, preventing her from standing, as her legs and knees trembled, threatening to give way to the immense wave of pleasure that invaded her anus and continued throughout the length of her body. She could not understand how she had gone all those years without ever experiencing something similar, ... how she could have lost so many years without knowing that sex could offer her so much satisfaction and so much pleasure in countless orgasms that exploded inside her being making her a person full of enthusiasm and happiness!
Rogerius persisted with his resolute and continuous strokes, displaying all the vigor of his young age, aiming to bestow on Glaucia all the pleasure his father had never been able to offer, preferring to do so with other women and forgetting about that sensual beast asleep in his house, which, to the boy's congratulations, finally yielded to his long-repressed desire.
"Oh, little mother-in-law! Your male will enjoy, ... can I fill you with my warm and tasty milk? Here there is no danger no! I will fill you with my tasty fucking! I will enjoy inside my mother-in-law delight! " - saying this, Roger exploded in a vigorous and powerful orgasm whose wave flooded the entrails of Glaucia providing an indescribable feeling of pleasure and provoking new and successive orgasms.
Both of them had been seized by the torpor arising from so much mutually proportioned pleasure, and not even the water that kept falling on their bodies was enough to soothe the enormous fatigue that would soon engulf them in an inexorable wave of unconditional surrender in the face of the effort produced and the reward obtained. They were exhausted, very tired even, ... yet they were happy and their faces and looks clearly demonstrated that unique feeling that would forever remain not only in their memories, but also in their bodies marked by the pleasure that one can give to the other.
They came out of the bath, dried themselves, and after a long, tender look, they embraced while Glaucia thanked her son for what had happened that night. Rogerio, in turn, told her that it was he who was grateful and that from that moment on she would be his forever, and, if she wanted, he would be hers forever.
It was the tenderness of a woman in love with a man, a man who made her a woman after a long winter of soul and spirit. They continued to embrace, smiling at each other and thinking that nothing would be as before, ... their lives were now intertwined by a much deeper yet profane, yet sinful, yet forbidden feeling: the feeling of a man's desire for a woman, ... a feeling that knows no boundaries, no standards, no social establishment, ... a feeling full of passion and desire!