The CALCINHA and the teenager 1

Hello, my dear ones! I'm Paula Bruna and today I bring you the story of a lawyer and her son, and how they discovered sex Nice to each other after a tremendous scare. It all started with one of my used panties after a full day's work that my son boldly stole while I was in the shower. But it wasn't just the panties. I'll try to get to the bottom of what happened. I'm a very successful, divorced attorney and my ex-husband's a moneylender. So my life is in and out of forums, courts, police stations and most of the time I'm stuck in the office working with my team of lawyers on the cases I defend. I live alone with my son, but during the week it is almost impossible for us to talk because of the rush. In the meantime, there are a few weekends that are rare, where I break protocol by devoting myself exclusively to my pimp, enjoying deliciously regulated popcorn shows, Netflix, movies, and it's at that moment that we realize when we're madly in love with each other. On one occasion I left the gym at the end of my training and as I always do I ran home, about seven kilometers. As I arrived, my warm body boiling from the body heat, I breathed through my skin a strong, natural smell mixed with the sweat that flowed, bathing my entire body, soaking all my gym mesh, and leaving my panties all wet. I walked into the house dripping with sweat and walked into the bathroom mad for a good bath. I walked down the hallway that led to the toilet in my room, in my son's room. To my surprise the naughty son comes out of the door of his room, which never happened at that time, because he was in college, and looks at me a little different from his usual he used to, but at the time I did not give the slightest importance to it. As I passed him I said. What's the surprise you're home at this hour? Without blinking and without taking his eyes off me he keeps silent only wagging his head in response to my greeting. The bathroom door faced the corridor at the end and had no door, only a wall divided it into three compartments being, an antechamber where there was the sink to brush teeth, a table for putting dirty clothes to wash and on the other side of the partition wall stood the bath, the shower and a door that goes to access the closent. Once inside the antechamber, I took off each piece of clothing one by one, folding them over one another, placing them on the dirty laundry table, to put them in the wash immediately after the bath, and finally I took off my wet sweat-soaked panties without folding them, placing them spread over all the pieces. I got in the tub, but I was there less than I used to be, which was two hours or more, and that day I only stayed an hour going straight to the tub. On my way out, I went back to the antechamber to get my dirty clothes and put them in the wash, but I suddenly missed my underwear, which I had left on all the pieces. I searched the floor, under the table, on the sides, and I couldn't find it, and that made me bummed, because I knew I had left it there and it wasn't going crazy. That's when I linked my son to the disappearance of my panties, although my extreme passionate sense of motherhood did not believe in that absurd hypothesis, but it was something that my reason could not rule out. I walked towards his room between two thoughts, that my reason was wrong, and he was just studying in his room and there would be another explanation for the disappearance of that panties, or he was with her, doing God knows what. I couldn't even imagine what he could be doing with my panties if he was actually with her, it would be the height of absurdity. Already at the door of his room I thought several times to get out of there and go to my room and try to ignore it and remove from my mind the absurdities that were trying to rape my mind with depraved and deplorable images. But to remove any doubt from my being, I mustered up the courage and opened the door, and what I least expected, what I did not want, was confirmed by seeing the image, which at that moment was the most bizarre of my life and the most scandalous I had ever seen up to that moment. The missing panties, he had kidnapped it and was holding it in his hand, the bottom turned out and glued to his nose, while he filled his lungs sucking deeply all the strong smell of sweat mixed with the saliva of my muzzle, which was permeating there at the bottom of that thin fabric of that panties. The shock left me paralyzed for milliseconds without being seen by him looking incredulously at the unbelievable scene of my son in my underwear. The cream and whipped cream that my little brat spat out all that day and stained the bottom of that cloth was still fresh, pasty, but with that tongue he wiped it clean by rubbing it in an obscene, pornographic lick. I got dizzy and nearly fainted watching the scene. I took the same steps back out of the room and up the wall outside in the hallway, disbelieving the vision I'd seen, breathing deeply trying to digest it all. He looked like a crack addict in the rapture of the crack, smelling my panties that he didn't see when I walked in or when he walked out of his room. Still very shaken, recovering my breath and my emotional stability, I carefully re-entered his room, slowly tucking my head in, and saw him with my panties in the same position. I opened my eyes a little more and saw a giant stick a little bigger and thicker than a TV remote, hard as an iron bar, massaged in a delicious punch by the other hand. Faced with this, I lost control and acting irrationally, announced my presence by shouting profanities and insults against him, who was terribly frightened. Angry, I ripped her panties from her hands with all my might, which she tore. I would ask incessantly. - What the fuck are you doing? Hey! Talk to me! Are you crazy kid? He was silent, without a drop of blood on his face, unable to say anything in his defense, while I spoke uncontrollably, shouting, gesticulating and saying a lot of things. When my hysteria had subsided and I was tired of shouting and talking, I left the room, and since then we have had almost no contact inside that house for a month. Due to the fear of the author and main character of this tale, I'm still negotiating the release of your photos. So that you my fans can meet her.