Married son and mother pt2

As was said in the first part of this story, Mauricio, who was living with his mother for more than 2 years, had to face and deal with many situations throughout 2019, especially at the end. First the divorce of his parents, after Carlos was discovered in full betrayal with a woman almost 30 years younger. The divorce entailed Mauricio staying at home living with mother Fernanda, to take care of her and give all the support necessary to overcome the infidelity of her husband, and the consequent separation. And this new coexistence with mother.
And this desire was so overwhelming inside Mauricio, that even Fernanda realized, no matter how much her son tried to disguise or hide it, she felt the fire that consumed him, the same as it had consumed him 15 years before, when she also realized and was in a way struck, because by discovering her teenage son's lust for her, instead of trying to put an end to it, she was complicit, getting aroused and providing her son with situations and events that he could satisfy his lust for her, and even though Mauricio had never discovered this fact, Fernanda always carried with her that feeling of having shared something so forbidden with her son, the incestuous desire.
And this time it was no different, the son wanted her again, but she tried not to let it show, even so she knew her feelings and it excited her immensely. And unlike in the past, this time she had two reasons to get more excited with the existing sexual tension. The son had become an extremely sexy and attractive man, a true Greek god for any woman, including her, who lived with him daily, in his sleeping bags or short shorts. Coupled with this what made the whole situation even more ardent, was the fact that Fernanda was a voluptuous woman, who always loved sex, and always had sex, since the divorce with her ex-husband, she hadn't had sex, eight months without feeling a hot, thick and pulsating piece of flesh in her flesh were killing her, and knowing that she had a man in her house, available and attractive, which left her in a state of eternal, new, and excitement.
After returning from the coast at the beginning of January, the things that were already warm but controlled at home were gradually reaching the limits of modesty to begin to transpose him in an extremely easy way. At first the affections of the son, which always existed, began to get more intense as the weeks passed. They were long and loving hugs that he gave to his mother when he came home, He embraced her with so much love and passion that Fernanda saw no other solution but to surrender to his strong and warm arms, He always grabbed her by the waist with his arms and made her pass his arms around his neck, and the two dressed themselves strong, with the excuse that the day separated by work, because it was enough for him to hang her on his face and drown in the air with his powerful and worthy kisses, and he always did this in an intense way, until one day the little boy did the same thing to his mother, and it always happened in the same way.
<unk>Aiii son... don't do that your mommy will be sorry hahaha<unk>
<unk>Excuse me, mother, but I couldn't resist that neck sneaking up on me<unk>. He spoke in a funny and cheerful way. <unk>My neck sneaking up on you? That's something I've never heard before hahaha<unk>. She answered in the same funny tone as the son, who had put her on the floor, she then looked deep into his eyes and gave him a loving and affectionate kiss on the cheek, and at that moment she couldn't help feeling the erection of the son leaning on her stomach. <unk>Now she's going to take a bath, that in a little while dinner will be ready. <unk>He went, but not before embracing her and kissing her neck again. This time she didn't get scared because she was already waiting and wishing for that affection.
And with each passing week, the caresses evolved more and more until they became almost genuine teasing on each other's bodies, and it didn't take a genius to know that at night, each in his own room, they killed their desires with long, hot sessions of masturbation, each desiring the other's body. Mauricio was once again in a state of almost morbid fascination with his mother, he knew this, because he had always been a man who never stayed more than three days without sex, single or engaged. But since before they went to the coast, and spent those exciting days, Mauricio hadn't had sex. And they were already halfway through February, but for some crazy reason that he couldn't explain, the last few weeks with his mother had made him lose the desire to have sex with any other woman. He wouldn't have hugged any other woman, he would have turned his hands around, punched each other, and just become satisfied with his mother, he knew this, because he had always been a man who never stayed more than three days without sex, single or engaged. But for some reason, he couldn't explain, the last few weeks with his mother had made him lose the desire to have sex with any other woman.
And for Fernanda it was the same thing, she was such a beautiful and hot woman, she could get random sex in a blink of an eye, she just had to check her messaging apps or the Instagram DM, where there were no suitors, men or women to appease her fire. But for her, what she was building day by day with her son in that house was more important, the tension and complicity and the acceptance of so many sinful facts, however very pleasurable, were constantly evolving. And here at the beginning of March an event of global proportions drastically affected the relationship between Fernanda and Maurício, causing the realization of all their wishes and desires. The quarantine due to the spread of Covid-19 across the planet.
Maurício who was working as a senior cost analyst in a software company for companies, which also offered logistics and technology services, had to start working remotely from his home, while Fernanda who was a university professor, forced herself to stay at home and wait for the release or not of EAD content, and while this did not happen had her academic activities suspended. And so from the second half of March the two spent every day together locked inside the house complying with quarantine and social distancing.
And the month of March grew hotter and hotter for the two of them, their relationship was now constant, they looked like a couple of lovers, they still didn't kiss with their tongues or transact or do anything sexual, but for the rest they allowed themselves everything. He had a Saturday that was almost all spent on the sofa, with Fernanda sitting on the lap of Mauricio in front of him, while she rolled and rubbed her breasts, protected with only a thin blouse, on the strong and rigid chest of her son. Even the shorts she wore were not enough to prevent Mauricio's legs from getting wet from the moisture that came from inside Fernanda. They spent hours in this, without exchanging words or long looks, just rubbing their bodies feeling all the fire and desire that they had. This Saturday's text burned and only the two of them were constipated in such an intense moment that the heat of their inner orgasm was reached and felt.
Maurice thought the whole thing was crazy, it's obvious that both he and his mother knew what was going on and where it would end, but they didn't exchange words about it, nor did they touch on the subject after their rubbing rubbing sessions. Each one went to his corner to relieve himself in the best possible way. Maurice went to his room to masturbate while Fernanda went to the bathroom to clean his private parts and legs that were moldy and sticky from his sexual fluids. While he lay in his bed chastising his roll thinking about the hot and naughty mother he had, Fernanda was under the shower with two fingers stuck in her pocket wanting the son more than anything.
Of course, this exciting situation of depravity for both of them could only end in sex, but the two of them didn't talk about it, and as if by mutual unspoken agreement they let their bodies decide when such a lewd and incestuous act would take place.
It was Friday morning, Fernanda woke up especially excited that morning, after another week of intense cuddling and body rubbing. (where they almost did not give in to sex, being interrupted only because of a call from Ana, who said she felt needy and missed her daughter and grandson. And after a long conversation on the phone the fire of the two had subsided) Fernanda had slept naked, and when she woke up she only had a large shirt to cover her nakedness, made coffee, and drank alone while her son slept. Mauricio was tired, because he had stayed up until the early hours of the morning masturbating and thinking about his mother, a real dirty teenager with constant desire. After the coffee, Fernanda resolved the raging anger he had accumulated the night before. And in that instant, when Fernando got up, he kissed her in front of the bathroom and saw that his mother had taken a bath in the bathroom and embraced her naked before starting a day at work.
<unk>Good morning my queen<unk> spoke with a deep voice of one who had just woken up, but who exuded a lot of passion. Fernanda stopped what she was doing, hid in the sink, and opened her mouth in a gesture of pleasure and excitement before the kiss on the back of the neck followed by the shiver. <unk>Good morning son...<unk> That's what she was able to answer without giving in the voice the excitement she was feeling. They stayed like that for a few moments, feeling their bodies, until Fernanda was able to speak. <unk>Son immediately takes coffee, which I am already washing the dishes.<unk>
<unk>I'm going to take a shower first mother, to wake up well, I have a full day of work today.<unk> Fernanda said one just, all right, but thought with a smile on his face, after feeling the son's cock poking his ass, that he was already well awake, But said nothing and the son withdrew towards the bathroom already with a towel on his shoulder. Arriving in the bathroom he had difficulty urinating, because the stick was enlarged so hard, it took a few moments for him to soften a little and Mauricio to be able to urinate normally. Then he looked in the mirror and did not like his beard that was already growing irregularly on his face, and decided that it would give an appearance and decreased in excesses, He took the beard apparatus, but did not talk to Fernanda and believed me.
Mom, are you out of shaving cream?
<unk>It's over, son, but I remembered and Wednesday when I went to the market I bought it. I put it here in the kitchen cabinet but I just forgot to put it in the bathroom. I'll take it there. <unk> Mauricio smiled, because he knew well why she had forgotten. Wednesday when she came from the market was the day he came closest to eating her. He didn't do it just because of grandma's call. <unk> Don't worry mom, I'll take it. <unk> He rolled up on the towel anyway and went towards the kitchen, with the half pump he grabbed the blessed stick and Christmas shaving cream.
Fernanda was still washing the rest of the dishes, Mauricio prostrated himself behind her just a few centimeters from approaching her, With his left hand he held the towel badly tied to his waist, while he extended his right arm to pick up the cream that was in the upper part of the cupboard. <unk>Here is son.<unk> Fernanda spoke and stretched out her own arm to pick up the cream that was on the shelf below where her son was looking. In doing so, she struck with her elbow on Mauricio's arm and unbalanced it for a small instant, causing the involuntary movement to go forward and covering her mother. Fernanda as she reached out to help her son ended up lifting the perfect shirt she was wearing, leaving her naked butt exposed, and at this moment Mauricio left the towel just right and ended up dropping it in the middle of her thighs, which had always been in the middle of her mother's buttocks, unprotected by any other part of her skin, because until now in the last few months there had been nothing to do with it.
Quickly Maurice looked down and saw his naked mother leaning against him, naked too. And in a thoughtless gesture he placed his chest on Fernanda's back, causing her to rest her hands on the sink and arch her back, while Maurice more than quickly grabbed her by the waist. So for a few seconds like this they were frozen, sticking together, panting, each one laughing and absorbing this fact in their minds. Maurice was the first to take the initiative and rubbed his stick on his mother's butt, going up and then down. Fernanda groaned, but something not yet defined within her mind made her speak in the truncated voice. <unk>Aii son, for that. <unk> As much as the voice was charged with pleasure and joy, Mauricio felt something negative in his chest, causing her to lean her hands on the sink and arch her back, while Maurice more than quickly grabbed her by the waist. So for a few seconds like this they were frozen, sticking together, panting, each one laughing and absorbing this fact in their minds. Maurice was the first to take the initiative and rub his stick on her mother's ass, going up and then down. Fernanda groaned, but something not yet defined within her mind made her speak in the truncated voice.
Maurice saw his mother looking at his waist, in full admiration of his instrument, and thought that maybe now she was ready, after seeing what was waiting for her, but since she didn't speak or move, he decided to continue with his strategy of waiting. In his mind when it was going to happen, there would be no doubt, it would just happen. So he took his towel on the floor, rolled it up and apologized again, and went towards the bathroom. "It's all right son". Fernanda's voice was a mixture of fear, tenacity, and regret, for very little did she leave behind her son and he ran into the bathroom. She didn't understand what was happening, but she wanted to have sex with him. She was ready on the fourth night when he attacked her, and now that she had the chance to do it again, she gave her body back, and at least this happened. It would be a pleasure to her to be a refresher, even if she had already had 10 months left to do it, and she couldn't do anything to reverse the situation, because it was a good thing to do.
She was too confused and too hot to think straight, so she went to her room and put on her panties and went back to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes. The son was still taking a shower, and in his bath Maurice ended up in a phenomenal hand job remembering the scene of his dick leaning on his mother's ass feeling her warmth. He enjoyed frantically, and only after the bath did he realize that he had not even remembered to shave. He smiled and thought about what the desire was capable of doing. He put on his shorts and went back to the kitchen and despite all the sexual tension in the environment, he managed to control himself, especially when he saw that the mother had put on a pink style panties, shorts, a sign that she was protecting herself from the son's dick contact. That was a sign for him not to try, and after a quiet coffee, he went to his room and put his head to work.
For her part Fernanda was sorry that she had not given to her son, but now it was too late, the son had been a little hurt, she felt it, and now it was not time to look for him, in her working hours. So she went after what to do and try not to think about what happened. The day passed without further news and in the evening they asked for an Ifood and soon after they recovered, not without before giving a girlfriend on the sofa now much more controlled and without excesses of excitement. It was a quiet and quiet end of the night in their relationship, perhaps the quietest end of the night since this depraved routine between the two had begun. That was what the two thought when they went to bed, without remembering the famous phrase about that small fraction of time, the strongest absolute silence, which happens before the deafening thunder.
Saturday morning, Fernanda as always wakes up early and makes coffee, sleeps naked once again and when she gets up, she puts on a very sexy and comfortable underwear that she likes to wear, black with white details, small that fits perfectly on her butt, valuing its size and shape. On top, as always without a bra this time she puts an old T-shirt that she had cut just below the breasts, turning it into a very small and attractive baby look. It was a gray and thin T-shirt, and when she put it on, it covered exactly 2/3 of her huge breasts, leaving the lower part of them exposed. If in the day she was eager to wake up, today she was drooling with so much excitement and desire to fantasize. After some time in front of the mirror admiring her own body, she went towards her son's room who was sleeping almost naked on top of the bed and she held her two hands together and wanted to do whatever she had to do, the way she had to do it, the way she had to do it.
She went to the living room, got on her cell phone a little bit, browsed social media, and after half an hour of answering some messages and looking at some news on the Internet, she decided to make some coffee. What was her surprise to find that the bottle was still warm and dripping with sex. "Oh my God, it's today". It was all she could think of. As she made the coffee she shouted for her son to get up, intending to go for a walk with him in one of the parks near her house. She was drying some cups in the fountain for use at breakfast when Mauricio got up. When he got to the kitchen he saw his mother again standing in front of the sink, with a scandalously small and sensual act on that colossal butt, while on top of it she was wearing a tight and thin mini-baby look. At that moment, seeing her mother's beautiful body, she could see the whole bottle, while she was wrapped in a bundle of sex rings, wrapped in her mother's hair, and with a beautiful pearls and pearls wrapped around her waistband, and she would come out of that night with a picture of her mother's body, and a beautiful scultry.
Without thinking twice, with a clear goal in mind, he crossed the kitchen, put his hands on his mother's waist and embraced her with passion and will from behind. His dick bursting hard, poked the immensity of pleasure that was that ass, while he bent over his mother and kissed hallucinatingly her neck and her neck. Fernanda realized when his son entered the kitchen and stood at the door admiring his body. She came to breathe more deeply after that, and when his son grabbed her with that spear of hard meat poking her from behind, kissing, licking and sucking his neck, with the breath loaded with animal testicles, she knew that the great moment that had been being built in the last 4 months was about to happen. She and her son climbed.
Maurice knew exactly what he wanted, and how he would do it. He kissed his mother with voluptuousness and passion, his hard cock under his underpants was in battle with the mother's ass, which had begun to roll feeling the shaking, and groaned low, surrendered to the attack of his son. He then embraced her at the base of the breasts and found that the cut t-shirt she wore did not protect the base of those piles of meat that were part of his desire, because they rubbed on his forearms. Then using both hands open he grabbed the big, heavy and firm breasts of the loving mother and squeezed. Careful not to hurt her, but to the right extent, high and intense. Fernanda loved it, and loved it even more when the son began to suckle her two nipples with whom Fernanda had done it several times. Fernanda's breasts had already begun to brush so hard that she seemed to be free of any fear, and he began to listen to the groan of his own, and to the fact that his two breasts were so tightly bound together, that he used both hands.
<unk>Aiiiiiiii sonoooo... aaaaaaa my Godsssss... huuuuum<unk> And he rolled on his son's dick, willingly, throwing his ass against Mauricio's pubic area with some violence, showing his business card of an intense and naughty woman. <unk>Fsssssssssss so mommy, so it's tasty.<unk>
♪ It's really tasty my love ♪
"Tasteful is not enough, you are wonderful, my queen".
She loved to be called a queen, and she rolled and threw her ass harder and harder at her son's dick. That was the best kick so far, and Maurice decided that she would get better, took her hands off her mother's breasts, put her left hand on her waist, and moved a little away from her body, while with her right hand she pulled her dick out. Fernanda, who had been following her son's movements, noticed when he took his hands off his breasts, knowing he was going to do something, so she looked over her shoulder and saw her son take a step back and lower the boxers he was wearing firmly, to the balls, and, as the saliva slipped out of his mouth, she saw the beautiful and huge dick jump out, pressing on her beautiful tail. A beautiful dick ran down her spine, the son looked into her eyes, gave her a smile, and continued to see Fernanda pulling her mother's dick back into her head, while with her right hand she pulled her dick out. Fernanda leaned her dick on her mother's dick, knew he was going to do something, so she looked over her shoulder and saw her son take a step back and lower the boxers he was wearing firmly, down to the balls middle of his mouth, and saw the beautiful dick slipped out of his dick, and the dick slipped right side of his dick, and the dick slipped out of his dick, and the dick slipped into his dick.
"Oh son, that's how you kill your mother" and turned his face towards her, offering her his fleshy, juicy mouth. Maurice didn't pretend to beg and kissed her willingly, entering her mouth with a tongue like a snake, curling up on the prey. And there they were both, Maurice a tall, big, strong man six feet tall with his ragged underwear rubbing his stick on his mother's huge, steep ass, a spectacular brunette, full of curves of black and wavy hair, breasted and bundled, who stood in front of him with her back arched, wearing a small black panties perfectly fitted to her body, rolling her ass on the baby's beloved son, while he pressed his monumental steep heels and filled her with all the fire and beautiful passion that a man can feel for such a woman.
The two moaned, sighed, rubbed each other, sweated, all in the same rhythm and in the same tune, Fernanda felt that soon each of them could enjoy only this rubbing. The son's stick was thick, and pulsated as it slid over his neck. Mauricio was in a state of torpor, as if he were on an acid trip. He stopped kissing his mother and turned her upside down and stood there contemplating her. The sock had a small triangle in front that served only to hide the scab of the scab, because all the aesthetics wrapped in that region of the body were showing it, like an invitation. The sock appeared for several hundred years, because the upper part of this triangle was transparent, giving a wonderful pleasant effect to a beautiful scab that he already knew to be wonderful. Fernanda was still able to admire without any effort to the body of his son. The two huge monumental thighs that folded like heavy sculptures, fitting well on the back of the scab, were fitting well on the back of his neck. And while Maurice was in a state of torpor, as if he was on an acidic journey, he stopped kissing his mother and turned her face and stood there and stood looking at her face, looking at the top of her, and contemplating her. The sock had a small triangle in the front of the front of the scab that served only to hide the scab, because all the a little triangle of the body was wrapped, because all the a little bit wrapped around the body of the body was showing it, because of the body of the body of the body of the scab was showing it was showing it, as an invitation.
<unk>After that she gave birth, as you are lovely mom.<unk> Her voice was pure animal desire and wild, something even offensive, that Fernanda loved to hear.<unk>I will suck you all right now.<unk> Hearing that her breathing became more intense, because now there was no turning back, it would really happen. <unk> Mauricio approached her with his stick in his mouth, held her firmly in his face and brought her to him, they kissed again with much voluptuousness, their tongues curled and curled, a warm, wet and intense kiss.<unk> Fernanda felt the baby down in her abdomen, increasing the pleasure of that kiss. <unk> Mauricio, after a few minutes of kissing her mother on the right side, was constantly descending on her with her small mouth. <unk> I will suck you all right now. <unk> When he heard that, his breathing became more intense, because now there was no turning back. <unk> Mauricio approached her with his stick in his mouth, held her firmly in his face and brought her to himself, they kissed again with a lot of voluptuousness, their tongues curled and curled, a warm, wet and intense kiss. <unk> Fernanda thought that the baby would be born with a few minutes later.
Son, please suck my cock... for God's sake!
Mauricio felt satisfied with his mother's attitude, that's what he wanted the most, that she would give herself to everything, and her request, with her melted voice, withdrawing her own panties to the side and exposing her beautiful vagina to her son was the last barrier that was broken between them. Now that vagina had been offered to him, it had become his, and from that moment he would use it and enjoy every millimeter of it. The image of his mother's vagina was something so spectacular that he remained for some moments without breathing. The well-groomed tissue that was above the large triangular lips below, were soaked in the transparent and viscous saliva that his mother had produced, his clitoris shone and he liked it hard, and he liked it red, and he was able to have his beautiful, well-formed body torn to shreds and exposed his beautiful vagina to his son was the last barrier that was broken between them. Now that vagina had been offered to him, it had become his own, and from that moment on he would wear it and enjoy every millimeter of it. The sound of his mother's vagina was something so spectacular that he remained for a few moments without breathing. The well-grown well-grown lips of his mother's vagina were filled with a well-grown fluid fluid fluid, and filled with pleasure.
And so they stayed for a few moments with Maurice palming his mother's breasts, with his mouth buried in the middle of her legs, while she was still finishing her phenomenal frolic. While Fernanda with her legs open, and holding her son's head, enjoyed every moment with her head raised, her eyes closed, and her mouth open in pure joy and delight. Only when the mother's spasms ended was it that Maurice pulled her face out of the middle of her legs and looked at her. Fernanda was still with her eyes closed, enjoying her joy. But feeling that her son had taken his mouth out of the mouthpiece, then she opened her eyes, and breathless, she looked at him. Her face was baby-faced, her whole look was wild, it looked like a lion that had slain its prey and was still feeding on its head, but Fernanda was already hungry. She kissed the headpiece, but she stood up in her mother's mouth. Only when her mother's spasms ended was that Maurice pulled her face out of the middle of her legs and looked at her. Fernanda was still with her eyes closed, enjoying her mother's pleasure, and saw that her son was hanging on the very base of her mother's face with a huge stick, a few hundred feet high, and a few feet wide, and with a little rose, and a little baby's eyes full of joy.
Her mouth smeared with honey from her mother's joy met her mouth, and soon their tongues again tangled and began an endless struggle full of sexual fire. Fernanda felt that snake languidly settled in her mouthpiece, her son holding her by the back of the neck as he kissed her, as no man had ever kissed her before. They stood there, as if devouring each other for a few minutes, with Maurice rubbing his dick in her mouthpiece and Fernanda bouncing on her waist. The two parted, their breaths panting, their bodies sweaty and moist, their eyes hungry, certain that after that day nothing would ever be the same. The smell of sex dominated the whole kitchen, and the air in the air almost made the walls crumble.
Maurice once again looked down, slime threads connected his body to his mother's body, looked at her breasts that seemed to be about to explode at any moment. And once again knowing exactly what he wanted he spoke.
<unk>Now mommy, I'm going to fuck you all.<unk>