Before I fucked my mother-in-law, I fucked my mistress and

Before I fucked my mother-in-law, I fucked my mistress for your mother to hear. Hello dear readers and friends. I apologize for my absence, but work prevents me from contributing more to you. This account is about a week's vacation that Paulina has reserved for herself and bankruptcy... I may exaggerate, swap or modify some of the dialogue in order to give a better connotation and sensuality to the narrative, but the characters and their actions, places and dates transcribed here are all real. In my previous account of a trip with Paulinha, RUMO A FACULDADE, I was willing to put an end to our relationship in order not to jeopardize her future life, which ended up not happening. We agreed to put passion aside and try to focus on our sexual emotions, and we also agreed that she would find a way to put her life back together and try to start a family with someone else, because with me, that's not possible. That's exactly what she did about five months after our conversation, she came to Fortaleza with a friend, for the second round of voting and lunch with family and friends, the occasion when; for the first time I was envious of her. Only, he who accompanied her was the boyfriend of a neighboring friend, who had gone to vote in another city. Reason for pride and courtesy on the part of Paula. As she had promised, Paula changed the university, passing the end of the course to Fortaleza. In December she informed me that she had found a boyfriend, until then everything was fine, nothing unusual. But when I saw them I had a jealousy attack again, but, I myself had encouraged her, demanded her on the condition of breaking up a relationship, to arrange her love life. I promised to take Paulinha and her mother, D. Fátima, because the dentist her boyfriend could not take them, the same will only next Saturday, but only they knew that I would take them there. I arrived, I think it was nine o'clock on Monday morning, your mother greeted me by taking me to the table for coffee, while Paulina was in the bath. D. Fatima wore a hat and a dress laced in white. The dress delineated her body and showed her bikini and inside it, it was perfectly visible, through the holes of the dress, her beautiful body, and the large vulva inside the bikini pants, not to mention the beautiful butt and full breasts that due to time, were no longer as slender as her daughter's, but ... the whole revealed a beautiful woman. My member once again reacted to seeing her and imagining what it would be like to possess her. I was with my thoughts on her when he brought up the subject, thanking me for alerting his daughter to her family's future. That was a bucket of cold water. June went down faster than when he had risen. She would talk and move her legs, often putting them out of the table, letting me see her beautiful pair of thighs. Juninho grew up like the last time, this time I didn't act shy. I unceremoniously adjusted my member over the pants without ceremony. She looked back, I think to make sure we were on the same side, just smiled and asked: What is it this time? She had not forgotten how I behaved the day I picked up Paula for the trip. I replied with fear, in a low but insinuating voice, trying not to show any shame or embarrassment, in which I said: I don't know how to explain it, but after that day, every time I see you, I'm like this. The bitch put her hands on her face, smiled and asked: And what did you do when you thought of me, just adjust it? I wanted to do something else, but I couldn't do it with Mazé. I would have treated her in the second person. For those who have not read. When I went to pick up Paulina Sobral (read: first transa to the University), in conversation with D. Fátima, I ended up getting excited and behaving disguised, she saw and did not disguise the question, leaving me entangled. She also insinuated herself with words that day. I think that: Due to the respect and passion I felt that day for her daughter, I did not have the courage to approach her. Maybe I had misinterpreted the events and ruined everything between me and Paulina. She replied: Aside from worrying about your trip, I'm normal. Naively she let loose a smile between her lips, and I, too, answered naively. - If I were you, I'd get excited and relieved to be home alone. She smiled excessively, even laughing and replied: Paula had already told me; you can be immoral without being vulgar. Paula shouts from inside the bathroom asking: It is Roberto, isn't it? Fatima stops smiling and says: Yes, daughter, he's making me smile. It's my mother and she's been in danger for a long time. We're not doing anything else. Knowing him, I know that if you let him, he'll do something. Fatima blushed. I gently held her chin with my fingers, she thought I would do something else, opened her eyes, I spoke out loud: Your mother is blushing with shame. As I let go of her chin, I let my hand fall, gently passing the back of her fingers over her breasts, and she took a deep breath and let out all the air trapped in her lungs, at the very moment when Paula remarked, I know how embarrassed she must be, she's not used to seeing or having this joke. Looking at the corridor leading to the bathroom, I took my hand again towards Fatima, this time directly to her full breasts. She did not leave the place, quite the contrary, she waited for affection, not sketching a reaction. I directly caressed her breast, filled my hand with her breast, felt and massaged squeezing it against her chest, felt her heartbeat accelerate. I looked for the nipple squeezing it even over her clothes. Wow! How needy and fragile she was. She would be able to give herself to anyone who dared to invite her. She raised her head, releasing more air from her lungs, and I continued the caress, now on the other breast, and I brought my left hand to her thigh, and I went up and smoothed it, and I felt the softness of her skin, and when I reached for her cheek, I pressed it, and we heard the door of the box open, and we quickly regrouped. Paula comes into the room having just rolled the towel under her body in front of us, I still saw part of her body. Let me see her face! You're making a fool of your mother! She stays like this because she wants to. She doesn't need to be castrated for so long for mourning. She should have let Luto go about fifteen years ago. I don't know for more than three months of mourning! I bet her father wouldn't have stayed even a month. You know very well that the problem wasn't just Mourning. Paula gives him a kiss on the cheek and says: I'm playing with you, but it's for you to wake up to life. I'm sure you would make any man happy. Don't you think Roberto? I'm glad you met me before she did, otherwise, Paula slapped me on the back as if she were angry and smiling, added: I know what I'm talking about, even though he's a freak, he doesn't go out with anyone, I think. - Now I'm the one who's embarrassed. Don't give him the ball, mother, if you don't... Paula went to the room. I took the opportunity and tried to caress Fatima again, she dodged by getting up from the chair holding my hand between her legs, bent her body leaving her mouth very close to mine, I prepared for a kiss, the bitch stuck to my ear and called my attention saying: Are you crazy? He got up and accompanied Paula. Her answer gave me the certainty that; possessing her is only a matter of chance. While they were in the room, I devised a way to be alone with Fatima. We left around 10:30, on the way, we talked about the hole that is Fortaleza and the neglect of the Mayor until (I don't know why water loads), we came to relationships. D. Fátima complained that she had let things happen until they got to where she was; betraying the trust of her friend (in this case Mazé, my wife), to cover up for her daughter... How she had let this happen and got involved. You're involved in what? By covering up your relationship! Would you rather be suspicious? That's not what I'm saying, I'm not complaining, I'm exposing what a mother is capable of doing for her child, going so far as to support the betrayal of a friend by getting involved with her. I don't see your involvement in my affair with Roberto. Paula spoke looking at me as if looking for help. I helped her, responding with a joke. Looking at D. Fatima said: - As I recall, you were never in the room with us. Smiling, Paula gave me elbows and slaps and jokingly said: Since you don't respect me, you pervert, at least respect my mother. Mrs. Fatima kept smiling, I don't know if because of what I'd heard or because of the slaps I'd taken from her daughter in her defense. That would be involvement, and as far as I can remember, it never happened. She kept beating me affectionately and grabbing my neck as if to strangle me. Fatima still smiling came to my rescue. I mean, I got involved by letting you guys take it to the next level, and instead of advising him to end it, I supported him by asking him to advise you to start a family. I thought that in this way Roberto, she smiled and continued, would understand that, I wanted him to leave you. But I was wrong to comment that you could live as lovers, after you got married. I should have forbidden it as soon as I was sure, but ... She smiled again. Paula interrupted her by commenting: Mom, we know what you're saying, you feel bad about supporting my relationship with your friend's bastard husband. He laughed. I'm already embarrassed, now you want to insult me? Fatima, what happened between us was natural, nothing premeditated. I took advantage of the situation to expose what I was looking for when I met Paulina. When it happened, we were looking for sexual gratification, not engagement, and I wanted it to be the same way it is with the other one. What other one? Let's change the subject. Why don't you stay with me until tomorrow? Roberto comes again and takes you, so I won't be alone. I saw there an opportunity to be alone with Fatima. I was going to take her home, I did not know that she intended to return that same day. I answered no time! If she stays, she stays until Wednesday, I can't come tomorrow, I have a lot to do, I can't be away so many days in a row, if she wants to stay, I'll come on Wednesday and take her with pleasure. Your mother stays with me, so you can take a break too. You know I can't I've got a doctor, payments and a lot of stuff to do so I'd better go back with Roberto and let him come on Wednesday and I'll stay until Friday! The room is next to the restaurant, the last one on the left of the last block. An excellent room with a double bed, air, video and fridge. Outside its beach that is being destroyed, by nature in response to the actions of man. We took a bath, changed clothes and went to the pool, it was about 11:00-11:30. There were only three children in the pool and a couple at a nearby table watching the children. We went to showers to clean ourselves before entering the pool, at one point, Fatima was taking a bath with one of the exposed, that I admired him mouth-to-mouth, and she herself did not notice, Paula placed herself between me and D. Fatima closed my eyes with her hands and warned her mother that she had recovered. We were walking on the edge of the pool, and I grinned and complained to Paula for telling her mother and ruining my party. The party hasn't even started yet, it could be all week, it's up to you! I embrace for a kiss, then throw myself into the water. That's so you don't mess with your mother. She threw herself into the pool to meet me. D. Fatima came soon after. The children laughed at Paula throwing me in the pool and started playing climbing and playing with each other in the pool. D. Fatima stood near the children leaving me and Paula more comfortable on the opposite side of the pool. We were entangled we wanted to have sex right there, thinking that no one would notice, I even penetrated her pussy by stealth. But she soon stopped coming out of it, her mother looked at us from time to time. I wanted to continue to leave the crown with more will and be easier when I arranged a way to be alone with her, but Paula interrupted the act, inviting me to go to bed. We invited D. Fatima, she preferred the pool. She was as late as I was, so we decided to stay in the room, we ran there and went straight to bed. We were cuddling when Paula asked me what I had said to her mother that made her smile. She said nothing, I was just playing with her, that she was beautiful, capable of making any man want her. Did you tell Mom about this? When I came out of the bathroom, you confirmed exactly what I said. Do you have the courage to have sex with her? Not just me, any man would be satisfied to take her to bed. Paula with a disappointed face, asked me: You mean you have the courage to go out with her even though you know she's my mother? I realized that the problem wasn't that I was dating a woman, the reason for the disappointment was that this woman was her mother, so I hugged her, kissed her, and corrected it with a big lie. You've got it all wrong, I said and I say that your mother attracts me, just like she attracts a lot of other people, but that doesn't mean that I'd date her if I was with you. Her countenance immediately changed, she became more cheerful, and I corrected: - Now, if you both came I wouldn't think twice and smile. It's like a dream, Alice. Paula rode up on top of me, holding my arms up and said, You couldn't handle us, I'll prove it to you now! Paula laid her body on mine, lowered my pants exposed my member and was rubbing her still dressed pussy on it. Then she leaned her body to the side and punched me, I was thirsty, for almost two months I hadn't seen Paulina, and the desire to possess her, was noticeable in front of my excitement. Slowly, she brings her mouth towards my penis, which beats with the proximity of her lips, kisses it and says: + His head is red. She kisses him again, passes her tongue like ice cream, tucks her whole head into a nice suck, pulls her mouth back, looks at me, swallows her saliva with my seminal fluid, asking: Why is she more red and swollen today? You have no idea how much he missed you. Just him? Obviously, if he felt it, that's why I felt it, too, don't you think? She lowered her head again, tugging at my limb, this time putting much of it into her mouth, withdrew it, swallowed our fluids again, and remarked: I don't want to know if you missed my sex, I want to know if you missed me. I pulled over my shoulders to reach his mouth in a kiss and said: - Of course you are. She squeezed her mouth tightly into mine in a more prolonged kiss as she punched my member. She leaned down to see the punch that was touching me, looked into my eyes again without stopping as the movement in my pussy. She kissed my mouth again and came down with kissing my chest, tickling me, until she reached the member and poked it again. I sucked it for many minutes. She put the stalk in her mouth close to her throat, making her happy. She pulled her mouth back from there without stopping punching me. She pulled her body back until she put my dick on her breast, as if she hoped I would enjoy it. In that moment, I fell in love with a friend of mine, ALANA. A friend who loves MS contacts. Although I may have lost her since August 2010, I think I can remember her telling me how she treated you as friends, and I know these faces have made us feel immensely happy. How exciting it was to feel the softness and warmth of Paulina's breast on my member, Paulina punching me at the same time as she sprayed, rubbed, pressed and circulated my cock all over the length of her breast, leaving it all moist with the pre-seed. Every now and then she would stop and with her hand, she would spread the liquid on the other breast and would punch me. I was already holding back, signaling that she was about to make fun of me. She looked at me and without stopping her movements, closed her legs, also denouncing that she was about to make fun of me. Warning that she would make fun of me, she asked: Enjoy my breasts, enjoy, pour your sperm on me, enjoy my breasts, let them feel the warmth of your milk. Seeing that sleazy, begging face staring at me, I couldn't hold back the tease for long. I took my member from his hand and spent myself, punching, rubbing and circulating my member on that hard, soft breast, now held by the hand that used to masturbate me. I ended up teasing on her breasts. She joined my member even more, hugging me and forcing the contact of our bodies, pressing her chest against Juninho. In our trances there's no more of that screaming and excitement that we used to have when we were just having sex. Now there's a greater complicity. There's affection, tenderness along with passion and respect. I didn't want it to be like this, I lost control of my emotions a long time ago. Which often causes me to feel guilty when I have fun. I stayed in this position for a few minutes, I tried to stay in a position where the sperm wouldn't leak onto the bed sheets, and I think she did the same, because the pressure she put on my body was no more than the one she was making fun of. Just like me, she demonstrated that she was holding onto my body to avoid spilling onto the bed the sperm that was in her breasts. Placing her hand under the body, she suspended it and went to the bathroom throwing from there, a roll of paper for me to wipe off. I cleaned up and went to the bathroom, where she soaped me and I was soaped, and we rubbed each other like a kind of massage and affection, and I wiped myself off, and I put on my shorts, and I went to bed, and I turned on the TV at a local newspaper, and she came right after that, and she lay down in front of the TV, and she lay on her stomach, and her feet were on my head, and we decided that we would only leave at lunchtime, when we would go by the pool to pick up her mother. In the position she was in, I turned my body around, hugging her legs, placing my right leg on her back. I took advantage of the position and began to caress her legs as we watched and discussed the news reports. I climbed with the caresses up to her butt. The thin, loose shorts and the absence of the panties, facilitated the caresses of my hands inside it. I aroused her again and started more daring caresses. As we talked and saw my hands go down to her ankles and vowed to climb up the entire length of her legs until she reached the butt. There I stayed for longer and would do the same way again. I walked back and forth between her thighs and not on top of them. Apparently being unpretentious I walked past her to concentrate on the cavity and encounter of thighs, joints, anusts and butt. I would like the caress by massaging her. I would open her legs, freeing up even more space for massaging. She would accept the more daring caresses of her head. We would talk about her ankles and vowed to climb up the entire length of her legs until she reached the butt. While we were talking and seeing my hands go down to her ankles, I could not see the softness of her thighs, I could not see the softness of her thighs, I could not see the softness of her thighs, I could not see the softness of the softness of her thighs, and I could not sit in that very well with that very small amount of a little bit of intimacy. Your little baby is beautiful, and it's been lubricated again, and it's all a melody of delicious honey. Even though she didn't say anything back, I know she listened, because she loved cuddles as much as I did. I put my hand between the bed and her vulva to caress it there, in an attempt to get her to lift that part, improving my vision. That's exactly what she did. She pulled the bundle almost completely exposing all her intimate parts including her anal orifice. I pulled his shorts down, pulled him out completely, pulled my body up higher with my face on top of those parts that were forbidden to others and totally free to me. With both hands, I separated the flesh from her legs, opening her vaginal lips without touching them, I passed my tongue there, and in return, she raised her buttocks higher to better receive my tongue, returning to the position as soon as I pulled it out. I massaged her buttocks away with my hands, exposing her asshole, stuck my tongue in, and I was in and out, and my nose was soaked with that sweet smell, how delicious it is to smell the smell of the anus. I let my saliva run down my tongue to suck her ass, making a watery sound that she loves so much. She groaned at this moment, throwing her ass against my mouth. I stuck and pulled my tongue out of it several times. I stuck my middle finger out and landed slowly, more resolutely on her ass and the index finger on her chin. She gasped with pleasure. I did a double penetration using my fingers on my pussy, not that it was the first time, but this was the first time I did it from close up, just to enjoy the caresses and admire the satisfaction that she felt. We didn't have that natural anxiety of penetration. It was so pleasurable and different than the massage I gave her when I took her to college in 2010. She now slowly moved her buttocks towards my fingers, I saw clearly the pleasure I felt. With Paulina's help, I removed my pants to give Juninho freedom, he was drooling willingly to enter it. He held him differently did not masturbate him, with his hand he pressed him forcing the release of more liquid that emanated from him passing over his ribs and hips, spreading there all the liquid that flowed. Unsatisfied, she turned to the side leaving my head between her legs rubbing and licking my face with her mealy pussy of saliva and vaginal fluid. My chest between her legs and head free to suck her sexual parts, I did not make a request, I separated the bands of her buttocks, I exposed my butt and I sucked him again making the watery little noise that she loves so much and excites me. I felt her breath close to my member, but I did not see her initiative to put it in my mouth forcing me to ask her. Our ... She used her mouth as a glove, slowly she was sucking my member increasing my libido. I retaliated by putting my tongue inside her butt as far as she could reach. She pulled it out of her mouth to put it, asking me to stop, stating that I did not want to make fun of her again. I tell her I don't want to make fun of her yet, she pulls it out of her mouth and asks, What do you want me to do? That's right, I want you to stand there and enjoy the caress. I want something of you inside of me. I reversed the position we were in, put her on her stomach on the bed, knelt between her legs, separated her buttocks and stuck my tongue up her exposed ass, sucked, lightly bit her buttocks, before answering: I'm going to put it in you, but first you're going to have to hold on, because I want to explore your parts with my tongue. I don't know if I can hold back my joy. I forced her pelvis upward to make her stand on all fours, and I stood beside her body, and I bent over and kissed her pussy, and I stood in that position, and I rubbed my tongue against the ice cream cone, and I tasted every inch of her pussy, and she gave me back a hip-roll from side to side, and it was so divine to have that body on all fours, and there's no way of describing the feeling that I felt, and I wanted to suck, and smooth, and knead, and feel, and punch, and bite, and stick, and I wanted to do it all at the same time, and I wanted to pull the flesh away from her vagina by forcing her lips, and her vaginal lips, and her buttocks to open up to expose the ball, and I wanted to coziness, and I wanted to delight in them with my tongue. Haaa, how nice it is to suck and drink a woman without fear, disgust or fear of disease or dirt. Little Pauline was lowering her body almost imperceptibly, suddenly she was lying on the bed with her stomach down, legs literally clenched. She complained of a lack of strength caused by desire. She did not want to enjoy once again only with caresses, but it would not last long. I was also very excited. I thought it was time for both of us. I crossed my leg over her body riding her as if she were my mare. I pushed her buttocks away, lowered my pocket by placing it in her butt of joy. The liquid that came out of it, was enough to lubricate in helping my pocket to slide that cavity, as if it were a Spanish one, only in her pocket of joy. As I liked to excite my member flowed more and more and more. I wanted to pull myself over her body, looking for the heat of it, and as time went by she drew closer to her head, riding it as if it were my pony. I pushed away her buttocks, lowered my pocket by placing it in her butt of joy. The liquid that came out of it, was enough to lubricate in helping my pocket to slide into that cavity, as if it were a Spanish one, only in her little pocket of joy. As I liked to excite my member, it flowed more and more and more and more. Do as you will, but get in now, I'm crazy to make fun of him inside me. I sat on her legs and tried to get in that way, my limb was so hard, it hurt when I pressed it down to fit into the entrance of her little sketch. I put my legs under her legs. We were opposite to each other. I belly up and she belly down head to head. She opened her legs wider for a better fit, was going to raise her body to sit on my member. I asked her to stay like that. Try to get into bed as we were. She grabbed the trunk of my box, pulled her legs closer, almost in the form of an arc, descended slowly until she put the little toy on June's head. I came down her body slowly, closing her legs apart as far as the box could fit inside her. She put her arms around her, putting her head back between them and slowly climbed up and down and floated from one side to the other in search of her best glove, some of her body seemed to be dancing in the dance of the little palace, leaving them in front of me and lifting them up in the bed. She followed me with a flame bubble. She put her hands on my belt, and I wanted to expose her to the sound of a beautiful bubble or bubble. I wanted to expose her to the sound of a beautiful bubble or bubble. I wanted to expose her to the sound of that beautiful bubble or bubble. I looked at the door, and I remembered that we hadn't locked it. It was fine, on a Monday and low season, there weren't a lot of people there, and if there were, they wouldn't open the door and go in. I returned the massage to her buttocks and forced it towards my penis, trying to get the maximum inside it. As I massaged, I got closer to the ringlet, until I reached its folds. I raised a middle finger and put my head in her buttocks. She stopped the movement just as she raised the butt to enjoy the penetration. I pulled back my finger to lubricate one more and put it in, she returned the movements in and out. I put two, three fingers in her buttocks, I heard her breathing stronger between her arms. She began to increase the rhythm of the up and down of her cock in my cock, there was a moment that she buried and held her pelvis to my uterus, who makes me feel her uterus. Our body was already getting closer when I saw a silhouette of the door approaching, and she was about to increase the size of her head and let us play on it. I remember thinking: I don't know how this would make us feel, but she would make us grow up quickly and she would let us play on my thumb, and I thought: I don't know how my thumb would feel. Ours looks like it's grown thicker I can feel its head pulsating inside of me Instead of interrupting what we were doing by talking to Paula and avoiding the likely scourge of her mother, I remained silent, and the second I saw the doorknob move, I shifted my field of vision and answered Paula in a slightly louder tone of voice, loud enough for anyone outside to hear: I'm going to make fun of your little face, not your fucking face! She's still with her back to me and to the door, raises her arms raising her body and says: I love it when you call me a whore. I missed this. Eat your whore. I attended to her with the intention of making her mother, or whoever was out there, listen. You'll always be my whore, I'll do as your mother says, even after you're married, I'll continue to eat you and mock inside you, you whore, you'll always be my whore, I'll possess you whenever I want. Come on, you fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' what the fuckin' fuck is going on with you? I enjoyed it so intensely that I thought I was in a trance, not just because it was a beautiful trance or because we were using language that we hadn't used in a long time, but I enjoyed it even more intensely knowing that we were being watched and knowing that I could be her mother, even though I knew that she couldn't see us, I was sure that she could hear us, otherwise she would have come in. Knowing that D. Fatima (My mother-in-law lover?) was behind the door, that she was listening to us and was imagining how I was climbing with her daughter, excited me to the point of stirring my sperm even more, helping me to strong ejaculation inside the mouth of Paulinha, who growled and spasms of joy, rubbing, pressing and pressing with mouth, my fucking, making me feel the entire anatomy of her uterus. Paula was still snorting when I told her: - I think someone's here. I distinctly saw the shadow, which had previously been visible through the sill beneath the door, disappear. I think it's my mother. I hurriedly put on my trousers and went to the door, opening it, not seeing any