♪ I'm the one who's got it all ♪

Everything seemed fine in Amelia's life, except for Juninho, her son; from an early age she found him to be a soft, unmotivated ... loose, in fact. And with the passage of time she went from thoughts to words, always drawing his attention, in any situation and anywhere. He, in turn, did not respond and much less reacted, which left Amelia even more irritated with this readable and passive posture of his son ..., in fact, he reminded her of her ex-husband, and, perhaps, this was something that bothered her most of all. Well, as everything in life has an end, Juninho, tired of hearing his mother call him soft and stupid, made a decision: on his eighteenth birthday, he enlisted in the army and chose to serve far away from his mother, thus deciding that both of them could review their lives. On the day of his departure, and much to his chagrin, Amelia went to say goodbye to him, and after shouting a bunch of insults, she did not restrain herself and began to cry. Juninho took her in his arms, but said nothing, just went on his way. After his departure, and for a long time afterwards, Amelia was not satisfied with her son's absence; after all, he was the only thing in life that was worthwhile, even with his passive and indiscriminate behavior. She remembered how often he returned from school, dirty and torn, because he had been assaulted by his classmates; and she, instead of comforting him, beat him even more, saying that he could not be lax or cowardly. And remembering that was what made her the most bitter. One day, Juninho returned, not definitively, but only taking advantage of an extended leave to which he was entitled. Amélia saw that man in front of her and was surprised to find that Juninho had become a man ..., and what a man! A good-looking, polite, sympathetic and talkative ..., and still macho guy! Right from the beginning he showed that he did not take home challenges, and questioned anyone who dared to make a joke or joke about his military status. Not only was Amelia proud of her son's new behavior, but for some reason unknown to her, she was also aroused! She looked at him with the eyes of a woman ..., and even a female! She condemned herself for having this kind of thought about her own son. A few nights after Juninho's arrival, he invited her out to dinner; Amelia was taken by surprise by the invitation, but her son insisted, saying that she needed to make some space, and she, overcome by her son's argument, accepted the invitation. They went to a pizzeria located in the center, exquisite and highly recommended. Juninho asked for a wine, to which the waiter responded, bringing a bottle of Chilean wine that, according to him, was one of the best. They tasted the drink and the food and Amelia was pleased with the new behavior of her son; because she had drunk a little too much, she also became euphoric and on the way to the car had to lean on June for fear of tripping and falling. Embraced by her son, Amelia felt the warmth of his body as well as the rigid musculature that incited his ideas. Once home, Amelia wished to continue the celebration, asking her son to open some drink from his bottle so that they could taste a little more. Juninho said it was not a good idea, and she became angry with his resistance, demanding that he obey her request. Juninho refused and the atmosphere between them heated up. - June, go and get me a drink! <unk> insisted Amelia in a strong tone. -No, I won't! <unk> he answered sharply <unk> Besides, the lady has already had too much to drink... -Do not disobey me, boy! <unk> she replied in a threatening tone <unk> Do as I command... "No, Mother, I won't!" he answered, raising his voice. -Well, since you won't go, I will! <unk> she answered, walking towards the access door to the boat. At that moment, Juninho held his mother by the arms, preventing her from going on; Amélia tried to react, showing herself reluctant. The boy remained firm and his gesture, pulling his mother towards him and making her face him. And the atmosphere became even more tense ... "Let go of me, you weakling!" cried Amelia, trying to free herself from the hands of her son. "I'll show you who's loose, you bastard!" he replied, as his lips searched for his mother's, sealing a kiss so unexpected that Amelia found herself surrendered to him. They hugged each other, keeping their lips glued together; Juninho stroked his mother, feeling her shapes over his clothes, while she felt the volume growing in the boy's trousers; at one point, she tried to disengage from him, but Juninho besides being taller was also stronger, and held her firmly. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked, the moment he untied the kiss. -I'm kissing my mother! <unk> he replied with a bewildered look <unk> And I know that's what you wanted, isn't it? I'm not as loose as you thought, I'm a man ..., and now, I'm going to be your macho, you bastard! Amelia tried to fight back, to resist the harassment of her own son, but at one point she found herself overcome by her own instinct; desire spoke louder within her, unable to conceal the passion she now felt for her own son! What came next, besides unexpected, was surprising; June almost tore his mother's clothes, leaving her naked to his gaze; he carefully examined Amelia's body, who still tried to protect herself with her own hands, but soon discovered that this was useless; on her side, she felt the desire for her son, who more like a powerful and irresistible attraction, pushed her towards him. Carefully, Juninho stripped off his clothes, exposing himself naked to his mother and proudly displaying his hard, erect member. Amelia looked at that roll and felt rapt; it was a mark of respect! She had no idea that her son was such a gifted male; she examined the thick, huge beak that pulsated jumping up and down in a motion that seemed to call to her, begging to possess her in a way that no man would ever be able to do. And Amelia well tried to resist, but the call of nature was stronger than her. Immediately, she ran towards him, embracing him tightly, as her lips went to meet his, sealing more kisses filled with lust. The bodies rubbed each other, seized by the lust of the moment that perpetuated itself in endless groping and unruly sensations. Amelia held her son's hard roll, feeling all its delicious dimension; gluttonous, she wasted no time in kneeling in front of June, taking that pike in her mouth, and sucking it with enormous reluctance. And while she was engaged in sucking and licking her son's instrument, it stroked her hair, encouraging her to continue with that priceless oral sex. It was a real exultant delirium to feel in her own mouth her son's mast, pulsating, hard and swollen, evidencing that he belonged to her, as he had always belonged. Taken by an uncontrollable urge to persist in that idyllic moment, Juninho took his mother in his arms and taking her in his lap, took her to the bedroom, depositing her affectionately on the bed. He climbed on top of her, and holding the hard roll, rubbed her at the entrance of the mother's cave, feeling all her warm and flowing moisture; taking advantage of the cry of the mother's vagina, Juninho drove his roll towards her, penetrating her with a slow and steady movement. Amelia held her son's waist, groaning softly as she felt penetrated by that huge mast, which filled her perfectly; and when the boy ceased moving, she rocked her pelvis, in a delicious certification that that whole limb was burying in her bowels. -Oh, son, how delicious! <unk> she babbled in an affectionate tone <unk> What a tasty itch, you have ... -I know, mother tesuda! <unk> he replied <unk> Don't forget that it was you who made it ..., made it just for you! Juninho proceeded to extract and bury the roll in his mother's vagina, with pelvic movements that were so harmonious that every gesture of his was celebrated by her with groans and sighs, and they fucked with a libidinous vigour, intensifying and matching each other's movements, in a kind of luxurious dance that at certain moments made their bodies seem as one. Juninho fucked his mother for more hours, showing that besides being gifted, he possessed an incomparable vigor; Amelia, who had already experienced an almost successive sequence of orgasms, swam in her own sap, dominated by the male who was above her, faithfully obeying his will and his desire. At some point, Little Johnny also began to savor his mother's hard nipples, whose breasts seemed to exercise an inexplicable sway over his will; he would suck and lick the nipples, delighting in their taste and consistency. In an unlikely demonstration of an irrepressible desire, June pulled the scroll from inside her mother and made her stand on all fours on the bed, penetrating her from behind, storming her with vigorous movements, imposing on her more orgasms one after the other, leaving her totally dominated by the will of her male. And so they remained until, exhausted by the effort, they lay down on the bed; yet their sweaty bodies did not part; on the contrary, they embraced like two lovers, exchanging kisses and caresses. "I never thought you had a crush on me", she said with a chuckle. -I've always wanted you, Mom! <unk> Juninho confided with a firm look <unk> I've always wanted you for me as a woman ..., as my female! -I'm yours, my love! <unk> she said gushing <unk> Well I tried to resist, but the truth is that you always had me ..., in every way. - Then come here! <unk> said June getting on her knees on the bed <unk> Come, I'll fuck you like you deserve to be fucked! Acting as if obeying an order, Amelia stood on all fours on the bed, sticking her beautiful tail, and resting her face on the pillow; June tried to carefully lick her mother's vagina, which was already again pouring liquid in a clear manifestation of her state of excitement. Amelia pushed away the buttocks with her own hands, while her son, holding the hard roll with one hand, with the other held his waist, approaching his target; he buried the glans with a vigorous movement, which was celebrated by Amelia with a long and delicious groan. It was not long before he began to stock up vigorously, inserting and removing the roll and making his mother groan even more, overcome by the desire that took care of his body and also his soul. As he intensified the movements, Juninho leaned over his mother, looking for her vagina with one of his hands and executing a well-worked thumb, which resulted in more successive orgasms provided to that woman fucked by her own son. And when he finally announced that his fun was coming, Amelia begged him to make fun of her in his mouth; kneeling in front of her son who was standing next to the bed, Amelia masturbated Juninho, pointing her glans in the direction of his mouth. Juninho began to scream, twisting violently as he ejaculated, projecting jets of sperm towards his mother's face. Amelia found herself licked with sperm by her face and also by her breasts, but she rejoiced because she felt in her mouth a small part of that immense joy; proudly, she displayed the contents of her mouth to then swallow it with a smile.