Mae and son = husband and wife 1

My mother, Rafaella, was 37 years old, and it was a terrible year that we had to spend together. I was already an intern in the multinational company that today, fortunately, allows me to have a good salary and keep the peace at home, but at that time, I remember it was a period of great confusion. My mother lived crying in the corners of the house and I tried to keep calm in the face of this turbulence that we lived. Obviously, my mother was already hot at that time, but I didn't even realize it. I just wanted to play football and video games all day long, I never paid attention to my mother. Even after my father went away, I didn't understand her, I turned into a nerd and only thought about studying and playing on the computer. From the age of 17 to 18, my life was like this, and I didn't look at my mother except with the eyes of a concerned and attentive son to her suffering. When I was 18 I got a girlfriend, my mother was already more settled, but hadn't yet regained her self-esteem. My girlfriend was a delightful Japanese girl named Saori. She simply taught me everything about sex and we fucked every weekend. She was insatiable. She had perfect breasts and ass and made me crazy with erection. Our relationship lasted for a year. I learned everything about sex with her and I was completely in love, until I found out that she liked sex so much, that I wasn't the only one in her bed. I ended the relationship and when I turned 19, I decided to dedicate myself to studies again. I would become a fanatic by programming and games, but now I had something else that I loved as much as I loved games, an inheritance of the love I had with Saori. I simply approached her for a good time and we fucked every weekend. She was insatiable. She had perfect breasts and ass and made me crazy with erection. Our relationship lasted for a year. I learned everything about sex with her and I fell completely in love, until I found out that she liked sex so much, that I ended the relationship, and when I turned 19, I decided to dedicate myself to studies again. 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I called her and she got up, and ten minutes later I was masturbating in the bathroom thinking about her ass, and that night, when I went to bed, I was 19 years old, and I remembered a bunch of stories I'd read on websites about kids having sex with their mothers, and I thought, Why not? So I decided that from that day on, I would dedicate myself to figuring out a way to fuck my mother, and that's what I'm going to tell you about. So far, there have been three times that I've been able to fulfill that wish, and I'm going to tell each time in different stories. My intention is that this becomes a routine, because I simply love fucking my mother and I feel that each time, she resists my attacks less. From now on, I'm gonna tell the story of how I fucked my mother for the first time. After I broke up with my boyfriend and told my mom about it, I realized that we'd become much closer, and after all, given the proportions, we had something in common now. We'd both been disappointed in love. It was the beginning of March, and I was helping my mother with all the household chores and treating her with exemplary affection. With my good salary, I took care of everything and invariably took her to the movies and out to dinner at places she liked. We got so close, we talked about everything, and within two weeks my mother was saying how impressed she was with how I had changed, how I had turned into a handsome, caring man, and she was thrilled with this moment of ours. The hardest part was controlling my erection, and it was inevitable. At first I had a lot of trouble with it. My mother's skin is extremely soft and warm, I would hallucinate just leaning on her. Every hug in the kitchen sink or in the laundry tank where my dick was leaning on her ass was a torment, especially considering that my pussy is 22 centimeters and a very thick base, it's very difficult to disguise an erection. My mother was getting so involved in our relationship that even realizing my good hard dick, she probably thought it was a normal thing at my age, and not that her son was out to fuck her. April was a delightful month, and we had a very intimate time. We watched movies almost every weekend and hugged on the couch. I was dying of a hard-on and trying to disguise my erections. When I went to bed, the fists were routine. But even so, my mother still wouldn't let go and insisted on wearing clothes that didn't value her body. But that was going to change little by little. In May, she would have been 40 years old, and I decided to do something whimsical on her birthday. We were so close that hugs and caresses were happening all the time, and I'd shove her anywhere. In the elevator, in the tank, on the balcony, looking out of the window and in the market line, my dick was throbbing and rubbing her ass brazenly. My mother simply did not restrain me, I had won her trust completely and deep down she felt flattered, I realized this especially when we were somewhere public, where people could notice my affection for her. On her birthday, I took her to the mall and we spent the day shopping, and I paid for a full beauty session for her, including skin cleansing, hair and hair removal, and we were so intimate that I told her to shave all of her private parts because that's how women wore them now, and she looked at me with a puzzled face, but she did, and we left the mall loaded with bags of clothes and shoes, and we went to dinner at the Outback, a longtime wish of my mother's. She was just beautiful with the new haircut, and she didn't know how to thank me for winning such a special day. As we were having dinner, I said that the only thing I wanted was to see her try on all the pieces of clothing I had bought. She laughed and said that she would put some on for me to see. At home at night, we were tired from the hectic day, but still, I opened a beer, sat on her bed and asked her to try a few pieces. She was exhausted, too, but she wouldn't deny that request after a day like that. I had bought her everything from underwear and pajamas and shorts to dresses and sandals. What do you want me to try first? I put on a goofy face and said, Can I really choose? She smiled and said: But I'm only going to try three pieces, because it's late and we're tired. I felt a certain humour in that phrase of my mother and I trembled from top to bottom of erection, but I was certain in the choice and said: <unk>Ok mom, so start with a dress, it can be that black one up to the knee, then that white jacket and finally you can put on that set of black lingerie that I bought you<unk> She didn't even blink and started experimenting. The dress looked wonderful, and she turned around to show me. The white skirt also made her beautiful, but the moment she picked up the black lingerie to try on I didn't believe that she would see that particular show, I imagined that she wouldn't have the courage, but my mother without ceremony, took off the clothes she was wearing and stood there, in her panties and bra in front of me then she released the bra clasp that held the bra and took it off. I stood with my mouth open and probably drooled without noticing. My mother's round breasts with her firm nipples pointing at my face in bed made me hard at the time. Then she started to take down the shoe she was wearing by her legs and threw it on the stick. I didn't believe my mother was completely naked in front of me. My little body was shaved all over and she stood there in her panties and bra in front of me then she released the bra bra clasp and pulled it off and I stood there with my mother's tight nipples pointing at my face in bed and I felt deliciously free. I couldn't even answer, but she saw my disbelief and spoke up. "Well, I think you liked it son, by your open mouth and drooling like that, you must have approved. Now let's rest please. Another day I'll experiment more pieces for you to see". She pulled me out of bed, gave me a hug to thank me for the day and gently pushed me out of her room to say goodbye. I stood for about ten more minutes with my mouth open and thinking about what I had just seen. I thought I was on the right track and that I had really earned my mother's trust. I went to take a shower and ended up with another hand job and I went to bed and in the middle of the night I dreamt that my mother was eating deliciously with her wearing the black lingerie that I had given her as a gift and I woke up the next day with a hard-on, I was determined to fuck my mother as soon as possible and that day would come sooner than I imagined. A week after my mother's birthday, she asked me to take her to her parents, my grandparents, who live in the countryside, in a town 170 kilometers from São Paulo, and she missed seeing them. She was delighted and told me that it would be an opportunity to see the whole family, since her sister, my aunt Rebeca, would also be visiting. We left Saturday morning and arrived before lunch, and I hadn't seen my grandparents or my aunt for a long time. It's a simple place, but it's very nice and pleasant, and my grandparents' house is very cozy, and usually when we go there, I sleep in one of the rooms. The house has three bedrooms, my grandparents' and another two, with two single beds each. I created an expectation that I would sleep in one of these rooms with my mother, and my aunt would have the other one just for her. I had already imagined myself in the middle of the night, getting out of my bed and lying down next to my mother in her bed. But then my grandfather came to me with news that at first discouraged me, but then I realized how lucky a guy I am. One of the rooms could not be used because he, my grandfather, had just painted, in addition, applied a very strong poison to stop some termites from appearing in the old wardrobe that was there, that is, the room should be closed for a few days. So, we would stay in the other room with two beds and three people to sleep. Imagine my joy when I heard my mother say that it would be no problem, because she would sleep in one with me and my aunt could stay in the other. We spent a super nice afternoon talking, drinking and laughing a lot at the stories of my grandparents and my aunt. But I couldn't wait for the night to come. I had already planned everything in my head and my idea was to fuck my mother really hot that night. The class was excited and chatted until almost one o'clock in the morning while I tried to control my anxiety. By the time we finally retreated to the bedroom, my heart was already racing with excitement. I put on a cotton bermuda and a T-shirt to sleep in, and I was admiring my aunt and my mother changing into bed. I could see how hot my aunt was too. She's three years older than my mother, and she was wearing a transparent pink sweater that made her delighted. My mother decided to put on a short black sweater that I had bought for her, and she was wearing underwear so small that it didn't even show. My mother's ass just drove me crazy. When she went to bed, I had already straightened up behind her and embraced her. I was leaning on one of her arms so that my aunt could see me. My aunt's bed was about a meter away from ours. In the middle of it was a mute servant with a lampshade and a very faint light that was lit. They were talking and laughing a lot still from the stories told in the afternoon. I would occasionally make a comment while my hand subtly smoothed my mother's thigh and ass under the sheet. My mother didn't stop me. I was already coaxing my mother, but I decided to overdo it a little bit and take out my cock that by then was already huge and hot from all the throbbing and put it in the middle of my mother's thighs. I noticed that she noticed something strange, her voice faltered a little while she was talking, but she did not stop talking and laughing. Gently, so that my aunt did not notice, she put her hand back and her fingers touched the head of my roll. She even touched it for a moment with the tips of her fingers, but really wanted to remove it from the middle of her thighs. My mother leaned forward moving away from me a little, but she did not have much space to move forward. She cleverly took advantage, and asked me to undo my curse had lowered it. Now we were completely in the dark, but my aunt would not stop talking and laughing. I had no doubts and leaned back on my mother's ass and my cock broke through her thighs again. My mother put her hand back again and my cock fit entirely into her hand. The sensation was indescribable and I almost enjoyed a boner. My mother tried to pull my cock away from her ass, but I in a quick movement, moved away a little and held my mother by the hips and pulled her to the middle of the bed. My cock settled in the middle of her warm and soft thighs. She was terrified and said in a dazed voice to my aunt that she was asleep and would go to sleep. And they said goodbye. We stayed like this for a while and I felt my mother's gasping breath. In a little while we heard my aunt's snorting. I hugged my mother's hands and now her little breasts were turning. My mother's head whispered desperately and I heard her say hello. "Are you crazy? What are you doing? My sister is here next door". I groped one of her breasts that were nipples hard and totally out of the shirt I answered: Mom, I can't resist, I have to do something. I had barely finished speaking, and I pulled my mother's panties aside using only one finger, and I pointed my pocket to my mother's shaved butt, which was deliciously wet. Holding my mother's hips, I pulled it, and the punch was right. One punch and my pocket broke the warm, moist lips of that desired wonder. It went halfway in, and my mother laid her head on the pillow to bite it and drown out the scream. I subtly but gently pushed my whole body in as I felt my mother's body tremble. When I felt that he was all the way inside her position, I began to stutter very carefully, and with him I slowly took pleasure in those red, dried vaginal lips. My mother's breathing was slow, and my little finger was trying to catch the air. My pocket was breaking the warm, moist lips of that desired wonder. When it went halfway in, my mother laid her head on the pillow to bite it and drown out the scream. I felt my mother's warm, but gently pressing my whole body into her position, and then I was able to unwind my mother's painful, and I was able to unwind it with my mother's warm, but gently pushing my whole body. I completely relaxed and lay on my stomach next to her. It went out in five minutes, and when I woke up the next day, neither my mother nor my aunt was in the room anymore. I heard the voices in the kitchen and I got up. I did my toilet and went to meet everyone. When I entered the kitchen, my mother passed me and gave me a kiss on the face and walked to the room where we slept. I noticed when she passed with the bed linen and walked to the laundry in the yard, with my walkie arguing with her not to worry about the bed linen that she would wash everything later. She knew that my mother did not want to leave any residue from the night before. Later, when I was picking jabuticabas on the foot that was in the orchard of the site, my mother approached with a basket to also pick the fruits. She was beautiful, with a blushed face, a little hat without a bra, revealing her full breasts and wearing a pair of jeans that I had bought for her. I only heard her say quietly, since my aunt also approached with a basket: <unk>On the way back home, you'll have a lot to explain yourself lad<unk> It was all I wanted to hear, after all, I had it all planned out in my mind and it wouldn't be hard to convince my mother of my temptation for her the night before, so I just agreed: Yes, Mother, I'm sure I owe you an explanation. We looked at each other for a moment, and I realized that she wasn't mad at me, that her look that morning and her nipples the night before told me more than any word that she had liked me. My aunt approached and interrupted our moment, but my mother gave me a light wink and stroked my chest with one of her hands saying: Son, we'll leave in the afternoon, right after lunch yes, I don't want to be home too late I agreed and we spent the rest of the morning having fun in the afternoon we said goodbye to everyone and left On the way back, as soon as we took the main road, my mother was delighted in her little jeans and white beret. I put my hand on her soft, sunburned thigh. She didn't object. I turned on the radio to listen to a song. My mother caressing my hand that was on her thigh said naively: Son, I'm all ears when you want to explain yourself I sat down on the bench, turned the volume down, and said, ♪ Of course mother ♪ I gently smoothed one of her soft thighs as my mother stroked my hand on this stroll through her legs. She was beautiful in her short jeans, white beret and dark glasses. Her full breasts sponsored a wonderful view of her nipples in contact with the light fabric of the robe. Yes, she was a delight, but she had just asked me for an explanation about my raid the night before, where audaciously, my pussy burst through her warm and soft bouquet into the night. I just needed to concentrate and start explaining myself. So I did not delay: "Mom, you're an experienced woman and I'm not going to underestimate your intelligence. What happened is that I just couldn't resist when I hugged you in bed last night. I'm going to be twenty years old and I'm horny as hell. I haven't dated a woman for a year. I'm climbing the walls of so much horny. The contact with your body last night caused an uncontrollable erection in me. That's it". My mother listened to my explanation, raised her glasses to her forehead and placed it in the middle of her heavy hair. With a delicate gesture she stretched out one of her hands and lowered the protective shovel of the car so that the sun would not hit her face. She looked at me. My hand was still smoothing her soft thigh. She said: I can understand your impetus son, but at no time did it cross your mind that it was me, your mother, who was there? I said: I thought I shouldn't do it, but my body was telling me to keep going. She bit her lower lip and then answered: Another thing, didn't you think about the risk you took? What if my sister wakes up and catches you in the act? How would I explain myself? Are you crazy? I went on: <unk> I know mom, but at the time I couldn't reason, I didn't think about anything, I was hallucinating<unk> She shook her head in the affirmative and continued: Can you imagine my desperation to clean all that up without your grandparents and your aunt finding out? I realized then that my mother was worried about being noticed by the family, and not by the fuck itself. I've seen your despair yes mother, forgive me I'm very unhappy with what happened She relaxed and took a deep breath, adjusted her body and sat on one of the legs, my hand slid down her thigh almost to her cheek, then she said: All right son. I'm still digesting all this, but I understand you. I'm going to police myself a little more too. It's not going to happen again, right? I smiled at her and said: "Thanks for trusting me, Mom, don't worry, it won't happen again, it was a slip on my part". My mother turned up the radio and we continued our journey. She put the sunglasses on her face again and sang softly the songs that were playing. While I reasoned and was ready to continue my invasion. I waited for about thirty kilometers and I broke the silence saying: ♪ Mother ♪ She: " Hey son " Me: I have to say something. You look very beautiful. She: "Thank you my angel, you're beautiful too" Me: <unk> And it looks very nice too <unk> She now stared at me trying to understand the depth of what I said, I continued: Even though it's wrong, it was really fun last night. It took her a while to process that information, and she didn't respond until almost a minute later. "Son, this shouldn't have happened. I think you should find a girlfriend to avoid such thoughts with me. I don't want to touch this subject anymore. Let's forget about last night". I nodded in the affirmative and replied with resignation and the voice of a beggar boy: You're right, Mom. I agree. I've really got my eye on a girl in college. We continued our journey, and we got home, and we didn't talk about it after that, but I know that my mom kept that conversation in her head, and she spent the morning thinking about it. The next few days went on as usual. My mother did not change her behavior with me. In fact, she was now happier with all the clothing options I had given her for her birthday. Living with her at home became a martyrdom for me. I lived excited about the house and hard-on every moment. My mother spared no expense on neckties and topless sweaters, shorts clinging to the body and her intoxicating perfume began to dominate my mind. I continued to squirm in every corner of the house and masturbate at night so I could sleep in peace. My mother got smarter and every time I moved forward a little she wisely avoided the signal, and I went crazy with a hard-on. One night, two months after the events at my grandparents' house, I couldn't stand my erection any longer, and I decided to appeal while we were watching a movie on the couch. I sat, leaning against the head of our sofa bed, with my legs spread apart and my mother tucked in between them, her head resting on my shoulder, allowing me to kiss her neck subtly, my lips strolling affectionately in the scent of her perfume. Over her shoulders, I could see her nipples sticking out of the pajama blouse she was wearing. I had no bra. I noticed that every time I kissed her neck, my mother would subtly close her eyes. She was horny. I decided to overdo it, and with my right hand, I began to gently smooth her chest over the blouse. I felt my mother's breathing speed up and wrapped her full chest around my hand. The blouse had four buttons, and I started by unbuttoning the first button from the top. They were easy to unbutton because of the soft fabric of the pajamas. I would put my lips on my mother's neck, she would close her eyes and I would unbutton the blouse. On the second button, her breasts were already showing through a deck forced by me. In the living room, only the TV light to illuminate us, and on the screen a vampire biting a victim. Now I was bouncing one of my mother's breasts completely out of the blouse and the protruding nipple made me hallucinate with orgasm. I saw my mother looking at my hand touching her breast and I almost enjoyed orgasm. She left me bouncing for five minutes, and then she stood up abruptly saying: ♪ I'm going to bed son, good night ♪ I tried to stop him, but all I could do was ask, in a voice choked with horniness, But already, mother, why? She answered as she walked across the hall to her room buttoning her pajama top, but I understood her to say: <unk> Why the movie is a hassle and you very abused <unk> I heard her slam the bedroom door and lock it, and I sat there on the couch with my dick in a sling, and I had no doubt, I played another joke in honor of my mother's boobs, and I was going crazy with a hard-on, and I needed to think of a plan to fuck her again, and so I had an idea, and next week was going to be decisive for me to put it into practice. My mother and I, in addition to watching movies and series on Saturdays, also like to play cards and board games, especially those of questions and answers. My mother is very good at these games. She almost always beats me, by the way, also in cards, but I love to play with her. The next Saturday morning, I left the house and told my mother that I was going to buy a new general knowledge game that I had seen on the Internet. She got excited and said she'd make us something tasty to eat tonight while we played. I stopped by the store and bought the game, but I also stopped by a sex shop without my mom knowing, and I bought an erotic game, and here I would be initiating the plan to fuck my mom. When I got home, I told my mother I had bought the game, but I didn't show it to her. I just said I'd leave it in the bag over my bed. We spent a normal day, me eating my mother with my eyes while she cleaned the house. When the night finally came, she took her bath and came into the room, smelling as usual and in a pajama set consisting of a very tight yellow shorts and a blouse with buttons that could barely hold her breasts. My mother never wore panties or a bra when she put on these little outfits. I could see her nipples and the parting of her bouquet perfectly and I wondered why my mother provoked me in this way. She asked me: I'm looking forward to the new game. I, pretending to read a book, jumped up and said: "Yes, Mrs. Rafaella, let's play. I'm just going to take my bath. But you can take the new game that's in a bag over my bed and if you want you can go and arrange everything here on the table. Don't forget to open a wine. I'll be right back". I already took off my shirt and went to the bathroom and I heard my mother say: "Leave with me, I'll make some snacks too" I knew it was only a matter of minutes before she discovered the erotic game and came to ask me what it was, and from inside the box, I heard the sound of the bag in my room, and I imagined my mother's face watching the game. She didn't even wait for me to finish my bath, and I heard her coming into the bathroom, and she apologized, and she pushed the door, which I never locked, and our booth is made of glass, and it's completely transparent, and I was all soaped up, and my dick was throbbing with excitement, and I heard my mother say, Son, what kind of erotic game is this? I pretended to be frightened, but I didn't pretend to be, and I let my hard cock show, I saw the look that my mother discreetly threw at him, and I replied, feigning indignation: I don't want you to go through my things, I didn't want you to take that game, that's my thing, I just wanted to open the other one. My mother quickly responded: You don't have to be angry. I just found the game and I was curious. I said: "Mom, I'm not mad. You can wait until I take a bath and then we'll talk". My mother looked me up and down in the booth and I noticed another discreet look at my pussy that now pointed to the ceiling from how excited I was. She turned around without saying anything and walked out towards the room. I finished my shower with a feeling that everything was going right, and went into the perfumed room, wearing my cotton bermuda without underwear and a T-shirt glued to my body. When I got to the classroom, my mother was already at the table with the two game boxes next to her, so I picked up the box of the general knowledge game and started to open it. My mother immediately asked me: Son, won't you explain to me what this erotic game is? I, feigning impatience, took the box in my hand and replied: <unk>Mom, this game I bought with the sole intention of playing with my likely next girlfriend. <unk>It was a game that Saori had and that we used from time to time<unk> My mother rolled her eyes, looked at me with a funny face, and went on: And you're saying he used it with Saori? I know my mother well, and I knew her curiosity knew no bounds, so I added: Mrs. Rafaella, can we forget about this and start the other game? I knew she wouldn't give up. It was a matter of seconds before she said, I thought you could show me how to play this one, so when I also get a boyfriend, I'll be up to date with the news. Bingo, my mom had taken the bait, and I was like, It's not funny I'm teaching you this game. She got angry: What do you mean it's not funny? And may I ask why? Am I not good company for games? I delighted in the situation and replied: "Yes, Mom, you're an excellent companion, but not for this kind of game, where the goal is for the participants to have sex at the end". That would be delicious for me, but I guess you wouldn't want that, would you? My mother was looking at me with a face like she was looking for an answer that wouldn't compromise her, while my dick was already throbbing inside the bermuda. Of course that's not going to happen, but you could just teach me the rules, the dynamics of the game. I showed irritation and gave my mother an ultimatum: I'm not going to waste time explaining the game to you, since you're not going to answer any questions or make any challenges. She made a sly face, but did not give up, and tried one last time: You're so annoying, it wouldn't hurt to show me. So I took a chance: Only if you promise me that instead of answering the questions and making the challenges, you will pay a penalty for it, which is to drink a dose of wine or caipirinha for each unanswered question or challenge. She thought about it for a while, but she realized that her curiosity was absurd, and within five minutes we were on the living room couch, where I had said that the game would take place, with the board open and the question and answer cards spread out, and a jar of caipirinha and a bottle of red wine were also ready, in addition to the beer we would normally drink. She was as anxious as ever, and she was delighted to sit on her legs on the couch, and her breasts swayed as she rolled the dice, and she took the first question out of me: She picked up the letter and blushed when she read it, but she asked me the question: You 've already masturbated thinking about me . I looked at her and laughed and asked her if she wanted to continue, and I explained that the questions would go from bad to worse, but she said yes, so I said, <unk> Almost every day I masturbate thinking about you mom<unk> She became extremely embarrassed, took a long gulp in her coffee trying to disguise the embarrassment and looked at me scared saying: Son, are you serious? I didn't answer, it was my turn to play. I picked up a challenge card and read to her, while her mouth was still open: <unk> Open the buttons of the shirt and continue the game until the end like this <unk> My mother shook her head negatively and took another strong sip, this time in the wine, and said softly: ♪ Don't even think smart ♪ The game went on like this. After forty minutes, my mother had not answered or made any challenge, and did not let me answer for fear of the bold answers I gave. She was beginning to get dizzy from the drink. I proposed that we end the game with her reading the last question. She stumbled, pulled a letter from the middle of the hill and read slowly to me: What would you like to do with me now? She threw the card in the middle of the board and made mention of getting up saying that she didn't want to hear the answer, but as she was a little dizzy, she ended up falling back on the sofa-bed with her legs slightly open. I took the board out of the way and approached her by getting myself in the middle of her legs and lying on top of it. My pussy rubbed on her bucket so deliciously that she felt a chill all over. She tried to say: Son, you're not going to do that are you? I fit so perfectly over her that my mother couldn't even react, and I began to kiss her neck, and with one hand I opened the buttons of her blouse in a single stroke, leaving her beautiful breasts fully exposed, and I replied, I'm just going to suck your boob, Mrs. Rafaella. I sucked her nipples violently and my mother gasped, and didn't say a word. I lowered my head to the middle of her legs and pulled her panties to the side with my fingers. Her hairy, fleshy bottle was completely unobstructed. I gently tucked my tongue between her vaginal lips. My mother let out a serious groan and tried to stop me, but actually only sunk my head between her thighs. I sucked her bottle for ten long minutes without stopping and she got so wet that I could not interrupt her from being so delicious. My mother joked frantically and scratched me with her nails on my head. I stood up and positioned my roller in that wonderful direction. I pulled my mother's legs and positioned her on the sofa so that half the legs were hanging from the sofa floor. I tucked my tongue in her bottle for ten more minutes while she lifted her rough lunch and tried to stop me, but in fact only sank my head between her thighs. I sucked her bottle for ten long minutes without stopping and she got so wet that I couldn't interrupt her from being so deliciously delicious. My mother joked frantically and positioned my roller in that wonderful direction. I pushed my mother's legs up and positioned them on the sofa so that half the legs were hanging from the sofa floor. I tucked my tongue into her body for ten more tenderly while she lifted my tongue for ten minutes and tried to stop me, but she lifted my head in the middle of her thighs thighs, but I sucked her thighs, but I sucked her thighs were still had nowhere. I sucked her arms inside my arms and I had no coordination. My mother'd my arms were completely inside my arms and I had no coordination. I began to stuff my poop slowly, my mother's mouth brushed against the couch in a back-and-forth motion as I stuffed without stopping. What a delightful butt. I held my mother's hips and pulled her hard. My roll went in and out at a moderate speed I felt my mother laughing once again. I relaxed and let her lie on the couch. She took a deep breath and lay on her knees. I approached over her and even with her legs closed, her poop was so wet that mine entered again with ease. I could now feel that magnificent butt all over my body. Lying on top of her, I pushed my poop deliciously, with my hands holding her breasts and my mother raised her head without stopping to groan, when I realized that we would enjoy it, I put my hand up in her mouth to mock her again. I relaxed and let her lie on the couch. She took a deep breath and lay on her knees. I approached over her and even with her legs closed, her poop was so wet that mine entered again with ease. Lying over her I could now feel that magnificent butt all over my body. Lying over her, I pushed my poop deliciously, with my hands held her breasts, and my head held her breasts were raised, and my head held, and my head was pleased, when I realized that we were enjoying. I waited for ten minutes and got up to take a bath and go to bed. My mother had wiped on the couch. I left her there so that when she woke up she would remember the night before and understand that she should not provoke her son in this way. The next morning I would be ready to explain myself, already imagining a new situation to fuck her again. When I woke up on Sunday, with a face of satisfaction like I hadn't had in a long time, and a hard-on like I'd always been lately. Satisfied that I'd fucked my hot mother on the sofa bed in the living room. And a hard-on precisely because I remembered what I'd done the night before. Little by little I was fulfilling my wishes to fuck her, it was the second time I'd succeeded, and I knew I wouldn't stop there. The craving for her was too much and only increased. But I also knew that I'd have to explain myself in the morning. I had already imagined how my mother would receive me after last night. I got up, took a quick shower and put on my cotton bermuda without a shirt, the day was hot. It was ten in the morning and I walked into the living room. To my surprise, my mother was passing a cleaning product on the big laundry table that allowed us to get close. She had just turned her beautiful boots on my head, and I knew that I wouldn't stop there. Gradually I realized that my mother's hand was so full of poison that I couldn't stop, and I could not use the perfume of her perfume, and I quickly realized that she was so excited to hug my mother's perfume, and kiss me, and kiss me, and hug, and kiss, and kiss, and hug, and kiss, and hug my mother's, and hug, and kiss me, and kiss and hug and kiss and hug and hug and kiss and kiss and hug and kiss my mother's. Son, don't take this the wrong way, but we need to stop this please. I was stunned by so much hard-on, I needed to concentrate, and my eyes wandered across my mother's cleavage in search of her nipples, which made me hallucinate with hard-on, but I replied, Stop what, mother? She shook her head and replied in a firm voice: "Don't fool yourself, son, you know very well what I'm talking about. I, in the sweetest voice I could, tried to soften it and said, Do you want to talk about it? My mother now rested her hands on my waist preventing me from leaning, stared at me and said resolutely: Yes, son, about yesterday, about what happened at your grandparents' house and about all the times you've been bugging me all over the house. I know I should have controlled myself, but my dick had a life of its own, and I couldn't control it, and my mom gave in a little bit, and I was able to fit in the middle of her thighs and hug her, and my dick grazed her pussy, and I almost went crazy with it, watching my mom beg me to stop pinching her, and all I could do was kiss her neck and say softly, <unk> Mom, I can't resist, you are a hard-on<unk> My mother tried to move away and ended up spreading her legs involuntarily with the movement, her hands on my chest were not enough to stop my pussy from fitting in the middle of her thighs and rubbing her bouquet. I'm saying you need to stop son, and you don't listen to me. you have to get a girlfriend, urgent. stop being such a freak son....my God I was no longer thinking, my hands smoothed my mother's soft back and one of the buttons on her blouse did not resist the pressure and opened, revealing a delicious, round silhouette of her breasts. I grabbed my mother's ass and pulled it forward, my pussy pressed my mother's pocket inside the bermuda and almost went crazy, my mother spoke and I did not hear, so I desperately said in her ear: "Mom, I'm bursting at the seams, let's fuck again" I'm usually very calculating in my attitudes and I've been controlling the situation well with my mother, but this time, I admit that I overreacted and let myself get carried away by the heat. My mother's coolness had made me succumb, and I realized that I had overdosed. I didn't even apologize for the night before and was already attacking her again. My mother got fucked up and abruptly walked away from me with an ultimatum: Son, this is not right, either you control yourself or I will have to control you My mother had finished speaking and she had already stepped hard towards the room. The weather became quite heavy between us and my mother cooled down with me. It was exactly 35 days of contempt. My mother continued to wear her daring clothes at home, always smelly, the decotes more and more abused and the shorts more and more fair. I climbed the walls of erection and my mother knew. She allowed me to hug her and let me touch her until I was completely crazy. Then she would go crazy and simply leave me hard. Sometimes she would go naked and not even bend. I realized that she was torturing me, and that it was a form of punishment. That pleased her well. It came to the point that whoever sunbathe in the yard all day and at the end of the afternoon to show me that she had left on the breasts, only a small triangle where she made her skin clearer. And I knew that it was a sign of madness and I wanted to know that it was almost a sign of my mother's madness. One Sunday morning, I woke up and told her everything she wanted to hear and how much I admired and respected her. Those were moments of weakness on my part because it was very difficult to get along with a woman as charming and attractive as her at my age. So, from that day on, everything went back to normal and I regained my mother's trust, on the condition that I behave from now on. I accepted my mother's conditions, but I knew I couldn't fulfill them, the lust for her would only grow, I'd turn 20 in a week, and I'd want my mother as a present. My birthday was going to be on Sunday. Friday night, when I got home from work, I showed up with a brand new car that I had given to myself. It was a brand new, automatic pickup truck, and I called my mom to see it. She was very impressed, and I said that I would love to spend my birthday at my grandparents' house. It was just her getting ready that we would hit the road that very night. She didn't think twice, and by dawn, we were on our way to the place. The same place where I fucked my mom for the first time. I confess that I created an expectation to fuck her again there, but I knew that this time the guest room would already be cleaned and certainly my mother would not let me sleep with her. (For those who have not read, this story is told in part 1 of the story) That said, when we arrived at the site I soon realized that all the rooms were in order, and my chance would be very small this time. As we arrived late, we went to bed early, my mother didn't even mention that I was to sleep in her room, and I was desolate in the other room alone, but my mind kept going, and during the night, I thought of another plan to attract my mother. On Saturday morning, the smell of coffee filled my grandparents' cozy home. When I woke up, everyone was already on their feet, and my mother for a change was delightfully reclining on the kitchen sink with a cup of coffee in her hand, wearing a beautiful green dress that marked her ass deliciously. I greeted my grandparents and walked towards her. She embraced me affectionately, stroking my beard and my hair, and asked me: "Good morning my beautiful one. Tomorrow you'll be older. Tell me what you want for your birthday, I'm thinking of stopping by the village to buy you a present. I thought of a very tasty perfume". I realized that my grandparents would not hear what I would say to my mother, and I said very quietly: There's only one thing I want in this world, Mom, and you know what it is? My mother squeezed my arm as if to ask me to speak more quietly and answered: "Son, we've talked about this before. I insisted: "Mom, I can't stand a boner. You're driving me crazy. Let me sleep with you tonight. It's the only gift I want". The attempt failed, my mother did not answer me, disguised herself and went to get another coffee from the bottle that was on the table with my grandparents. I know that to some extent, that conversation had upset my mother, because I knew her, and I just had to wait for the night to see if she'd invite me to her room. During the day, to contain my anxiety, I asked my grandfather to let me clean the storage room in the backyard of the site, about 300 meters from the house. My grandfather kept a lot of old things there and because of his age, he did not put anything away for a long time. He thought it was a great idea, and I basically spent the day going through the antiques in the vault, trying to tidy it up as best I could. My mother would sometimes come to see how I was doing, and when she did leave, she would leave a disturbing scent inside, and I was crazy with the expectation that she would call me to sleep with her that night, but that's not what happened. At night, my grandparents had gone to bed, and I was watching TV very quietly in the living room, and my mother came out of the bathroom in a completely transparent white sweater, and as she walked in front of the TV, the light from the screen revealed the silhouette of her delicious body, and she stood in front of her bedroom door and called me, and my heart raced and I was hallucinating, but she just wanted to say goodbye and she said to me, "I'm going to bed, son. I'm tired. See if you do the same, it's late and you've worked all day in the tomb. Go rest". I approached her and practically pressed her against the bedroom door. "Mom, don't do this to me. Please let me sleep with you. I'm bursting with desire". My hand maliciously slipped between my mother's legs as I kissed her neck. I even slipped my ring finger into the middle of her pussy. Our lips came to touch. I had never kissed my mother and at that moment I even nibbled her lower lip. But she resolutely got rid of my embrace and said good night to me. She entered the room and locked the door. My dream had to be postponed. I stayed up all night, and I had another hand job, but I wouldn't give up that easily. Early the next morning, while I was having coffee on the balcony of the house, I looked at the warehouse and had an idea. My mother was already beautiful in the morning. She put on a very long shirt. The sash of the shirt covered her butt, but if she raised her arms she could see her perfectly. She put on a pair of boots that made her legs thicker and tied her hair. I watched her picking fruit from the jabuticaba foot and she realized, I had the distinct feeling that she was raising her arms to pick the fruit, just to torture me a little bit more. It was my birthday and she came smiling to give me a kiss and a hug and said: "Happy birthday, young man. I hope you are calmer today. I made a very tasty cake for you". Clearly, my mother provoked me. When I walked into the house, my grandparents and my mother congratulated me and I got my favorite perfume as a gift, and we ate cake and celebrated my birthday, so I went back to the shed. I spent the morning and afternoon arranging everything as I had planned. I had arranged with my mother that we would leave only at night, so I would have a certain time. My mother would sometimes come to the warehouse to see me and take a coffee, my grandparents never came. I was expecting a visit from my mother in the afternoon, and it happened at 5:00 p.m. When she arrived, smelly as always, I was already shirtless, with a sweaty body, just wearing old tight jeans with the zipper open. My mother entered the vault and spoke enthusiastically: What a nice cleanup you've done around here. It's all organized now and we can even walk around in here. My mother was right, the vault was not small, but it was so messy that we could hardly move, now I had separated things and left everything in order. At the bottom of the vault, I left a very thick wooden table with several changing blankets on it. And that's where I wanted to attract my mother. I had left some old objects on the table, which I knew would arouse her curiosity. I went to the bottom of the vault, where the lighting was not the best, and I called my mother: "Mom, come see how many objects I found here in the vault. You can help me see if I should keep them or not". My mother answered my call immediately and came, began to move the objects on the table. She stopped in front of me and her scent invaded that part of the enclosure. I hugged her from behind and hugged her while she moved the objects on the table. She did not stop me, so I affectionately began to kiss her neck and my dick was already rubbing her magnificent ass. She spoke in a tone that encouraged me: <unk>Our son, as you are sweating, you will dirty all my shirt<unk> I was hallucinatingly horny, and it was hard to control myself, and my hands lifted up my shirt that covered my mother's ass, and the view was spectacular, and I easily pulled my cock out and tugged my mother with it in the middle of her delicious ass, and I would easily make fun of it that way, and my mother would just pretend not to feel anything moving the objects, until she turned to face me and said, Calm down son, let's stop here You're too excited I didn't want to hear anything from my mother at that moment, so I kissed her on the mouth with all my strength. At first she was frightened, but she gave in and kissed me as well. 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My mother looked at me and said nothing, my grandmother poured me a coffee and asked me to take a bath because I stank and looked tired. When I got out of the shower and went to my room to change, my mother was already waiting for me. I thought I would have to explain myself one more time, but she came up and hugged me. She kissed me on the corner of my mouth and said: ♪ Happy birthday to you son ♪ Continued My WHATTS to married couples who practice incest bachelors and punks will be blocked ?? 54 996413907 and