My son seducing me 1

My name is Kátia, 42 years old, 170 meters tall, blonde hair and long a pair of normal breasts and thighs to make any girl envy. And I have several tattoos, No, I'm not bossy and it's not even me who says it, but my son, who lives praising me in this way. Today, I'm a little out of weight, but I still have waist and he says that my butt is perfectly round, and that it still attracts the attention of men around. My son has already told me that all his friends are bothering him about how pretty I am, and he also confessed to me that he gets annoyed every time I go out with me, and how embarrassed I am to see men who like to look at my butt with their neck. I like to hear this from him, but I'm extremely reserved, and I get a little shy when he tells me these things. My son Igor is 22 years old and he is clearly in that stage where his life is dominated by sex. We are intimate and we have always had a very open and very affectionate relationship, especially after I broke up with his bastard father three years ago. We have no secrets and we live embracing each other around the house, always with a lot of respect and Igor has never insinuated himself in any other way to me. He has never been ashamed to change in front of me and I also feel comfortable doing it in front of him. Particularly, I think my son is very handsome, when I saw him changing in his room for the last time, I noticed that his body was stretched, probably because he has been exercising a lot. Not that I am an angry mother, but he is a really cute little boy. I could not help but notice also the size of his penis, which he has always been very confident in, I have regularly pulled at least a few 22 cm thick protrusions, and Igor has never insinuated himself in any other way to me. Obviously, he has never been ashamed to change in front of me and I also feel comfortable doing it in front of him. But the fact is that some time ago, I noticed a change in Igor's behavior towards me. It started that year after one Saturday morning, I asked him to help me wash the bathroom cabinet. I wore a short black knitted shorts, of those we only have the courage to wear at home, I was without underwear and wearing a white silk blouse without a bra. I asked him to stay in his underwear because I knew that we would get wet a lot. The arrangement was that I sprayed all the glass of the cabinet and he would throw water with the rain to remove the sap. Igor was very excited and jokingly wet me all over and my protruding nipples clinged to my blouse as if they wanted to pierce it as hard as they were. I noticed that he got excited about it and I was a little uncomfortable. My wet shorts clung to my butt and valued my thighs with those plumes that with the glow of the water became evident on the skin. Of course I disguised myself, but I couldn't help but notice my son's huge dick inside the white panties. To disguise this moment, we laughed and said meaningless phrases, the situation was getting embarrassing for me because he shoved me several times and his hand walked a few times on my butt with the excuse of removing the soap that was running through my body. I wanted to believe that all this was with the good intention of helping me, but I could see that something was going on there. He didn't say anything, but he seemed to enjoy the situation and didn't bother to disguise his erection. The truth is that after that day in the bathroom, he didn't stop looking at me with desire. I'm a woman and I know what I'm saying, I feel that when he hugs me now, he always has an erection, and I feel his body shaking with anxiety. I didn't want to believe it, but my son was excited about me, and I didn't want to admit either that I was enjoying it. The weekends went by and my son became more and more abusive to me. He would shamelessly cradle me anywhere and his caresses at night on the sofa were no longer those of a naive son. Several times I had to restrain his hands that maliciously directed towards my breasts and thighs. I was always subtle to restrain his advances, I did not want to turn this situation into a difficult problem to solve. Even his girlfriend Márcia he began to leave aside, and sometimes he spent the whole Saturday clinging to me at home. The problem is that I began to cling more to my son, he was very attentive in my time of need, and I wanted him around all the time. Early one Saturday morning, he found me leaning on the kitchen sink, wearing a short dress. He came from behind and hugged me affectionately, and squeezed me against his body taking the opportunity to give me a good day by kissing my neck. I got a fright when I felt his huge hard cock fit in the middle of my ass and I shivered all over. My breasts swelled and my nipples closed, I was ashamed of feeling this feeling, but I had no control over it. He jokingly told me: Did you know you look delicious in that short dress? That sentence made me blush, and I was very unflattering, and I disguised myself, and I turned to him, and I put my hands on his chest, and he was all in shorts and shirtless, and he had an intoxicating perfume on, and he took the opportunity to embrace me, and I felt his dick barking in the middle of my thighs, and his hands went down my ass without any embarrassment, and I had to hold them back, and I said, What is this Igor? What is this early settlement with your mother? Did you wake up excited? He replied by looking seriously at me as he tried to kiss my neck: I wanted to spend the whole Saturday with you today I answered. What's stopping you? It 's just that I 've arranged to go out with Marcia later . <unk>Ah I just saw, that's why you're so cheerful, you're thinking about your girlfriend<unk> He responded by asking: "Mom, why are you saying that?" ♪ 'Cause I'm a woman, and I'm feelin' you all right ♪ He answered confidently, to my surprise: "Mom, this has nothing to do with my girlfriend. It's you that I'm hugging, and it's you that looks so cute in that dress, every time I hug you I get excited like you say" My God, my heart raced at his sentence. He got excited and his hands went down again to my butt and he groped it vigorously, I had to restrain him and I responded nervously, trying to keep control of the situation: <unk>Ah you little bastard, well I've noticed even you well abused lately, but anyway I appreciate the compliments, always good to hear that<unk> Igor was hallucinatingly horny that morning, I could feel his dick really hard and he went on excitedly: <unk>Oh Mom, and that perfume of yours that's crazy, honestly, I'd give anything for my girlfriend to have an ass like yours, my God that's delicious<unk> That puzzled me, so I took his hands out of my ass and held them tight, and looking at him, I said with embarrassment, "What is this Igor, what madness is this my son. Is this something you say to your mother? What has got into you today boy that you are like this?" He bluntly replied: "Sorry mom if I got excited, it's not disrespectful, it's just my way of saying that you are the most beautiful and sexy mom in the world. You should be proud of that. Your body is wonderful, and I love to be hugged with you, that's all" He eventually softened me and I took his response as a compliment and said resignedly: <unk> I also love to be hugged with you you fool. And thank you for always leaving me upside down with your compliments. But tell me, where are you going out today with your girlfriend? <unk> "Oh mother, I can't tell you where we're going today, I'm ashamed" <unk>Shame on you Igor, you were never ashamed to tell me anything, what freshness is this now?<unk> It's just that we're completing six months of dating and I think we're going to the Motel Mom, I need to relieve the tension a bit, my week has been very hectic with work and college I confess I was jealous when I heard that from my son, I tried to disguise it and said: <unk>Ah, that's why you're agitated like that, you can't stop thinking about your girlfriend right?<unk> I said it has nothing to do with that. I get like this when I hug you too, like we are now. But you can discount now, I understand your schedule for today, let me out now, I have things to do and just be careful not to get this girl pregnant He hugged me again and wouldn't let me go. I could feel his roll rubbing between my legs and see how excited he was. I was also getting out of control. His hands slid across my body, and he kissed my neck without stopping, I lost my breath to help, my nipples delivered the hardness that I was feeling and made Igor even crazier, I started talking without stopping, showing my nervousness: <unk>Stop, stop it son, I think you'd better calm down Igor. My God in heaven what stupid hand is that, I'm your mother boy. You're making me unpleasant by dragging and praising me like that. You already have your girlfriend. I think it's good to stop here with these hugs, and go take a bath. And see if you stop thinking about Marcia. The night you settle with her<unk> He apologized to me and moved away from me a little bit, I could see his dick exploding inside his shorts, a heat rose up my body, he retreated towards the bathroom as my suggestion, to take a bath. I stood in the sink breathing deeply adjusting my messy hair and my dress that was all twisted and thinking about what had just happened, my son was even trying to shave me. From the bathroom, he shouted for me to bring the towel to him. He always forgets to pick it up. I took the towel and when I entered the bathroom, I could not help but notice his very excited cock inside the box that was transparent. He soaped himself and seemed to show off to me, I confess that my gaze was lost in that member full of soap and pointing upwards. It was big and beautiful. I always entered the bathroom when Igor is in the bathroom, but this time I was really embarrassed. When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed my very hard nipples and my wet pussy. I was puzzled by that sight, but the truth is that he had left me very excited. I ran into the wall at the bottom and he was breathing. He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and saw me there, seems to have noticed my weakness, stopped in front of me and hugged me again asking: "Mom, did you get jealous because I said I was going out with Marcia?" He was still excited and the towel was no match for his roll, which rubbed my bouquet over the dress. The smell of a bath taken and the freshness of his warm body made me lose control of my erection and I allowed him to boil me in that corridor for a few moments. His hands smoothed my thighs and ass and he nibbled my neck. Courageously, he lowered one of his hands and wrapped my bouquet and felt it wet, pushed, he tried to put his middle finger inside it. I was unresponsive and nibbled his shoulder involuntarily, we looked like two lovers making out in the corridor, but I had to control the situation and pushing him with both hands I said: "To Igor, get out of here son, I told you I have a lot to do and don't be an idiot thinking I'm jealous of your little girlfriend" I stepped steadily into my room adjusting my dress once more and left it planted in the middle of the hallway. For the rest of the afternoon, there was a strange atmosphere between us, in a way Igor's attitude had revealed the desire he had for me and I for him, and it was very strange to deal with. We hardly spoke during the afternoon, we were not fighting, but rather embarrassed with each other. When he arrived around nine o'clock in the evening, I took a shower and put on a black, transparent sweater. It was the sweater I used to wear when I was alone at night. Igor dressed up and went to the kitchen where I had a last coffee before going to bed to watch my series. In the kitchen, he asked me what I thought of his outfit, a beautiful white shirt and jeans and if it would impress his girlfriend. I said that he was simply beautiful, that would surely impress. I was leaning against the sink, and he stood in front of me, looked at me sweetly, staring at me wanting to tell me something, until he got up the courage and began to speak: ♪ Mother ♪ He embraced me and I felt my body warm, the air of horny was evident between us, but I tried to erase these thoughts from my mind and said calmly: What is it, Igor? Are you mad at me? Why would I be a son? I don't know, I think I abused that afternoon in the corridor, I wanted to apologize It's all right son, you don't have to apologize He wrapped me in his arms again, and began to kiss my neck. Igor, you'd better hurry, son, I don't want you to be late for your meeting. I'm losing control with you, I don't know what to do anymore to calm down and I can't hide anymore Son, please go find your girlfriend, then we'll talk. "Mom, I'll trade this night with Marcia just to be with you if you want". "No son, I don't want her to be angry with you because of me, you can go" <unk> She won't get mad mom, we're not really in a very good time <unk> <unk>Ah son I'm sorry, I didn't know that, so I think you better go settle with her<unk> When I'm with her, I always end up thinking about you mom. This information shocked and puzzled me as well, what did he mean by that? That he was climbing with his girlfriend thinking about me? He looked at me deeply and held me in his arms. He tried to kiss me on the mouth, but I turned quickly and put my hands on his chest, lowered my head and said decisively: Son, get out of here before we make a big mess. He walked away resigned, picked up his jacket on the chair and left the house, I went to my room with my legs twisted and totally aroused. My breasts hurt and my pussy was wet, my nipples were hard as stone until they spilled milk and I was biting my lips with excitement. I lay in bed breathing deeply and trying not to think about it, but my son wouldn't get out of my head and I imagined that huge member of his breaking my pussy completely. My breathing increased and my pupils dilated, my eyes closed and my two fingers rubbed my clitoris agitatedly. A long, pressed scream against the pillow came out muffled as I enjoyed myself excessively in that room alone. I tried desperately to get up, but my legs wouldn't relax and I stayed in bed again, and I got fucked by my son, and I woke up the next morning with a crazy dream, and I wasn't sleeping.