Mother and Child Provocations 1

Since I was seventeen years old, I have had distressing times with my mother, who is called Alline. I nurtured an absurd desire for this woman because of an uncontrollable craving I felt At first, I tried to disguise myself, and for fear of her despising me, I didn't push the envelope too hard, but gradually the situation became so uncontrollable that it was impossible to disguise. I've lived alone with my mother since I was fifteen. Since she had an affair with my father and got pregnant at eighteen, our age difference isn't that big. Today I'm twenty and she's only thirty-eight. My father left with another woman when I was fifteen. My mother suffered a bit, but gradually overcame the shame of being abandoned. At that time she told me that I would be the man of the house and together we strengthened ourselves. We turned around, and fortunately today I have a good job that allows me to support our home. By the time I was 17 and my lust for women had consumed me, I'd picked up a few girlfriends and I'd become a pussy freak. Until one night, I couldn't sleep thinking about Katia, a girl from school, and full of hard-on and hard-on, I decided to jerk off in the bathroom. As I walked out of the hall, I quietly walked through my mother's bedroom door, which was half open, and I decided to peek in to see if she was asleep, so I could go to the bathroom in peace. I turned on the hallway light, which let a ray of light into the room, enabling me to see. When I put my head through the door to peek, I saw my mother sleeping on her stomach, and her cell phone was on the floor. I decided to take it and put it on the mute servant, but the sight of the bed caught my attention, and from that day on, I never looked at my mother the same way again. What I saw was her marvelously round butt uncovered and perched on the bed. She had no panties and I could see her shaved little butt and her vaginal lips together in a crazy vision. I who was already horny thinking about Katya, the school girl, now I was hallucinating seeing my mother's butt. My dick became huge and thick, beating violently inside my underpants. Instinctively I started straightening it and masturbating right there. It was delightful. I looked at my mother lying on the mattress with her head on one side and the bulky hair falling over her face made her even more beautiful. I noticed the fleshy mouth she had and how beautiful her skin was. I noticed how short and transparent her sweater was and how the curve her back made on the bed was exciting. Everything about my mother at that moment excited me, and when I realized it, I was already punching a Homeric punch in front of her. My desire was to ride on top of her and shove my roller into the middle of her thighs, but the fear and the strange feeling of passion I felt for my mother limited me to the hottest punch I've ever touched to this day. Feeling that I was going to make a joke, I left the room and went to the bathroom. I made a hallucinatory joke in the sink and my legs wobbled to the point that I had to sit on the floor. Okay, the damage was done, and since then, I haven't been able to get my mom out of my head. I tried to suppress that desire, but my mom is so hot that I can't. In fact, I felt like an idiot for taking so long to realize that I had a delight at home. My mom always wore that delicious sweater at night at home, and I kept wondering why I never realized how hot she was. Not to mention the tight shorts and the braless blouses that she always wore, and I was really hesitant not to notice that. Obviously, this feeling for the mother is a big taboo, and I was very afraid of the whole thing, but I researched so many stories of sons dreaming of fucking their mother that it only made me more determined. When I turned 18 I decided, my mother is beautiful, she's hot and I want to fuck her. I started planning it, and today at 20 years old, I can finally tell what happened and how difficult it was to achieve this goal. Let me recall some facts: By the time I was eighteen, I was hallucinatingly horny for my mother. She never suspected that I'd already spied on her in her sleep and masturbated in her honor. I was always careful not to push the envelope too far and ruin everything. I'd eat my mother with my eyes, but she still didn't know I was horny for her. But I knew that somehow I had to show myself to her and make her understand that I had this crazy desire for her. And that day came. On the day of my 18th birthday, I invited my mother to go to a small bar to celebrate and listen to good music and chat over a few beers. My mother knew that I had no girlfriend and no friends, so she accepted without blinking an eye. My mother and I get along very well and we talk openly about everything, she's a good talker and a super nice companion. She was beautiful, with a little black dress that I had bought for her as a present and high sandals. Her perfume was so intoxicatingly delicious, and it had been a gift from me too I had been working for a year at the company I'm still with today and I managed to buy a nice car. The bar was in the old center of SP and we sat there drinking and talking and listening to live music on ambient sound. Everything was very nice. My mother was so beautiful, and at a certain point in the night, the waiter brought her a note from an anonymous admirer. She was all excited to know who it was, and I was filled with rage and jealousy, wanting to know who the audacious asshole was that had sent the note. The waiter didn't reveal who it was, but on the paper there was a phone number in case she was interested. I got angry and said that it was late and that I wanted to leave, after all, we had already had too much to drink and I was going to drive, besides, the bar had tables on the street and I realized that a storm was forming. My mother realized my jealousy and laughed in my face, but she agreed to leave, just asked to use the bathroom so we could go. When she got up to go to the bathroom that was at the end of the bar, I noticed that several guys were eating her with their eyes so nice that she was. I had never had that feeling of jealousy so strong for my mother and it bothered me. When she passed near the counter, one of the guys who was leaning over there stretched out his hand and held my mother's hand preventing her from going on. I, who was tired of doing this in the bars with several girls, was now sick of seeing this scene. My mother subtly tried to get rid of the boy, but he had a seductive way and managed to pull her closer to him. My mother looked at me, but I was looking at the bill that the waiter had taken. I noticed that my mother did not bother approaching the face very much and he talked to me for a few seconds. Until now, she had been sitting quietly, staring at my mother's waist, and when I went to the bathroom again, she looked at my mother's butt with pleasure. When she came back, I was furious in the checkout line paying the bill to leave. She asked me if everything was okay, and I said yes, because I didn't want her to understand my jealousy, even though I thought she had. Strong pings began to fall and the car was a bit far from the bar. I took my mother's hand and said, Let's run, Mom, because there's a storm coming. There was no time, my mother with high sandals could not run straight and the rain caught us with everything in the way. We got in the car completely soaked and went in, but it was raining so hard, it was risky to get out. We start laughing at the situation and waving our hands and our hair for water to come out of us. My white shirt was glued to my body, as was my mother's dress. Her full breasts were with nipples stiffened from the cold water and glued to the body looked even bigger. I then had a brilliant idea and it was the chance to show my mother for the first time how hot I felt for her. I, preventively, used to carry a face towel in the car, and now it would be of extreme utility and said to my mother: "Mom, open the door gloves and get a towel that I have there to dry" She became euphoric and let out a little scream of joy, took the towel and began to dry her hair and arms. <unk> Mom, if you want to open your dress and dry yourself properly, feel free <unk> She looked at me in amazement and said, "Are you crazy, if someone walks by on the street and sees me naked here, what will they think?" I gave a graceful laugh and comforted her by saying: <unk>Mom, first it's raining like hell and there's no one on the street, second the car is all filmed in the windows, no one outside can see us in here, only we who see what happens outside, and third you won't get naked, you just take off the top and you're wearing a bra<unk> She looked at me and rolled her eyes in amazement and said, Is it serious, no one can see us? I said: <unk> Your Honour<unk> My mother began to dry her thighs and her legs were magnificently wet. Her thighs were thick and the high sandal made them hard. She began to unbutton her dress to the chest and looking at me asked in a shy voice: Son, are you sure no one will see you? I answered with an impatient grin: ♪ Yes, mother, no one will see ♪ She unbuttoned two buttons and on the third one she stopped and said to me: ♪ There's just one thing son ♪ ♪ I'm without a bra ♪ She finished her sentence, and her beautiful breasts popped out of her dress, they were beautiful, and her protruding nipples were stiff and hard from the moisture. Obviously I knew she was without a bra, I just teased her to see if she would have the courage to open her dress, and I saw that she trusted me completely and didn't feel embarrassed about the situation. The scene was splendid, my mother was drying her full breasts, gently passing the towel over the soft skin of her nipples, wiping her thighs as well and everything with the utmost naturalness. I exploded with excitement looking at it and my pussy was stirring in the middle of my wet legs. The tight and wet pants pressed my 22-centimeter pussy and it hurt tightly and without exit in my closed pants. Then I had the idea to have a malicious conversation with my mother and I started: Well, Mrs. Alline, I think we'd better wait for the rain to pass before we go. She replied: Don't be crazy to go out in this storm My mother was now dry and only her wet hair made her charming, she did not close the buttons of her dress and so her breasts were still revealed in a protruding cleavage, nor did she lower her dress letting her thick thighs show. "Mom, hand me the towel so I can get some too" She walked past me and unzipped my pants and unbuttoned my shirt and I started telling her how jealous I was of her at the bar because of the anonymous admirer. I kept telling myself that I was a kid when the man came up to her at the counter and put his hand on her waist. I said that my desire was to have gone there and punched him in the face and my mother laughed graciously listening to all this. She said she was impressed because she never imagined that I was jealous of her and felt flattered by it. She told me that she didn't even imagine that she could get anyone's attention yet and that she was surprised by the boy's attack. I started telling how beautiful she was and she said that she had no idea what I thought of her as a man. Obviously she was curious and asked me to describe it. It was the opportunity I wanted, and I ate. I was so meticulous in the description, quoting so many details of her body that my mother never imagined. Nothing escaped my account. From her hair to her little toe I praised. I spoke of her mouth, her plump breasts, her thick thighs, the wonderful ass she has, as well as her smell and her sensuality. When I finished the account, my mother was completely flushed and ashamed and literally with her mouth open, so that the only thing she could say was: "My son, I don't even know what to say". It was raining down heavily still outside and I was bursting at the seams, she thought for a moment and utterly out of grace tried to continue: <unk>Son. I didn't know you had such a skill with words, I'm impressed with everything you said and I confess that I was not funny. You were jealous of the boy there in the bar and now you're trying to fill my ball, but I don't think you think all that about me....I know I'm annoying with you sometimes...<unk> My mother said that to disguise, tried to continue talking, but I did not lose my concentration and I interrupted saying: "Mom, do you really think I don't think all these things about you... so look at this" I opened the zipper of my pants and opened my shirt wide, pulled out my cock that was huge and red from the pressure it was under from being squeezed inside the pants. I pulled it out completely and left my balls also resting in the middle of my thighs. I held my dick with one hand and my head came out glowing. My dick was throbbing and the central vein was swollen. I began to smooth my dick up and down the skin subtly masturbating. My mother looked at me and was stunned by the scene. I tried to disguise myself and for the first time without saying anything and completely stunned was writhing on the bench. She finally asked: Son, what are you doing? I just relaxed my body back on the bench and continued to slowly masturbate to my roll, and the fun was slow, and even though the first jet had gone to the steering wheel, the rest of the fuck was coming down the drain and lubricating my hand. My mother next to me wouldn't say a word, but she couldn't take her eyes off my dick. I wiped my poop with a towel and it relaxed in the middle of my thighs, and I looked at my mother and concluded my thoughts by saying, "Do you believe everything I've said now, Mom? I had to do it, Mom. I couldn't stand the erection anymore. Now you know how I feel about you". I put my coat in my pants and got dressed again, the rain had stopped. I turned the car on and we went home. My mother couldn't say a word the whole way home, and by the time we got home, it was late, and we went to bathe in our rooms. When I finally went to bid her farewell in her room to sleep, I boldly said: <unk>Mom it was great spending my birthday with you at the bar, I know you must be confused about what happened in the car, but I feel relieved now that you know I have a crush on you<unk> My mother looked at me frightened and said in a trembling and unconfident tone of voice: I think he's had a little too much to drink and he's having confused thoughts about me. I know it won't happen again. I knew my mother was going to lie about what happened, and I chose not to insist that night, but I was convinced that from now on, a game of cat and mouse would start between us, and I would only give up when I was in the middle of her thighs, fucking her pussy. My relationship with my mother after that day in the car changed completely. The funny thing is, she was smart with me, but she didn't scold me harshly, she was always managing the situation, and it seemed that in a way, my being mean to her massaged her ego and to some extent made her happy. A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora But I had a problem, even though she felt admired and knew that I was climbing the walls for her, she set a boundary, and she was determined not to molest me, which is to say, to have sex with her, not even think about it, and she made that clear in a conversation we had. After what happened in the bar and in the car (part 1 of the story), I realized that my mother didn't take me very seriously when I described the horny feeling I had for her. She tried to hide it for days after the incident, but I was determined to seduce her to the point of taking her to bed. I just wanted it not in a forced way as if I was abusing my mother, I wanted to win her over, to make her not resist my attacks and give in to her desire for me, so I wasn't in a hurry, I knew that this would be long term. We spent a whole month where I provoked her without stopping. My mother didn't scold me, but when she realized that I was advancing the sign she simply ignored me and literally left me alone to talk. That was torture, I spent the hard day on a stick and ended up punching myself every day. We spent three months in this game of cat and mouse, my mother was taking the situation in a good way, she knew how to control me like no one else. Sometimes she was fucking angry with me and in those cases she ignored me completely for a day or two, but she always got over it and came back to talk to me with affection. I filled her with new clothes every week, tiny shorts, worn-out sweaters and wonderful dresses, I bought all her favorite perfumes and sandals and shoes too. One day I brought her a new present, a short, transparent sweater that was simply delicious, and I asked her to try it on for me to see how it would look, and she didn't object. When I saw her on the sweater I literally drooled and said in a desperate attempt to get a yes: I need to fuck you urgently or I'll explode with a hard-on. She took off her sweater slowly and stood naked in front of me, a torture of pleasure, and with the greatest calm in the world answered me: I'm sorry son, then you can solve it yourself in the bathroom I'm sure you can She turned and walked out of the room and I was biting myself with rage and excitement. Well, but I didn't give up on my plan, I knew it would still take some time, but I was confident that I was on the right track. I just noticed another curious feeling in this relationship. My mother was so hot that she obviously attracted the attention of other men. And whenever she talked about someone, or some guy was hitting on her anywhere, I not only got jealous, but I also got excited. The fact that I imagined my mother climbing with another man gave me a feeling of uncontrollable jealousy and desire. So the image of the boy in the bar holding her waist and passing his hand on her ass never left my mind. But that's a detail that's going to matter in the future, because before that, there was an event that really spice up my relationship with my mother. It was on a Saturday afternoon, we'd done a sweep in the apartment and my mother had gone to take her bath. I had a crazy hard-on, I'd spent the day helping my mother clean the apartment and she always wore some pretty tight clothes for that. Short shorts and a tight old T-shirt marking her breasts made me horny all day. I also went to take my bath and thought of punching, but I decided to wait, there was still an early night and I would surely get excited with my mother. When I got out of the shower, she was already in the living room, dressed in a rosinha shorts so fair that her bouquet marked the division of the lips perfectly, even more so that she was without panties. She wore a blouse also rosinha, with four buttons that barely supported her full breasts that swayed without a bra and her nipples hurtled with the fabric to try to pierce it. My mother's a very naughty girl to dress like that on a Saturday night, but she'd been doing it often and seemed to provoke me, wanting to see me climb the walls until the time she'd say good night to me and lock herself in her room while I stayed up all night. But that Saturday, I also wore only my cotton bermuda without underwear and going into the room without a shirt, I heard her say: Your aunt Allana wants to make a video call to talk to us on the cell phone and I don't understand much of this stuff? I said: "Mom, there's no secret, when she calls you just answer the call and position yourself in front of the cell phone". She insisted: She said she'll call me in ten minutes, stay close because she wants to see you too That's when I had this crazy idea in my head, and I articulated my plan, and I said, All right, Mom, let me help you with that, we'll just pick a nice place to stay so we can talk to her comfortably. My mother thought: I thought right here in the living room. I maliciously replied: "Not here, Mom, there's nowhere to hold the phone and you're going to have to hold it in your hand. You'll get tired quickly. Let's go to the kitchen and we'll hold it on the microwave stand, it'll give at the right time and you won't have to hold it. " My mother accepted the suggestion, and we went into the kitchen. The microwave stand was right above the tip of the sink, at an ideal height to support a cell phone. My mother leaned forward into the sink, and I'd already taken a look at her magnificently steep ass because of the size she was wearing. Now all I had to do was wait for my aunt to call, and I would hug my mother from behind and delight in that wonder rubbing on my dick. When the phone rang, my heart leaped with excitement, and my mother was eager to talk to her sister from the countryside, whom she had not seen for a long time. My aunt pops up on the phone, and we knew it was the perfect time to talk to her, and my mother's face was all over the screen, and that's all my aunt could see, and they started talking euphorically. The two of them were so excited and had so much to tell that they were talking at the same time in a way that they didn't even understand each other. While I was admiring my mother's rounded ass that moved as she spoke and caused a sensual stir. That's when she called me into the conversation saying to her sister: Allana, look you're here with me My mother turned her head a little to the side, and I appeared behind her for my aunt to see me, and I put my head on my mother's shoulder, and we both appeared perfectly in the video. My God, how handsome this boy is, he's a grown man, with that well-groomed beard, he must be full of girls at his feet. I greeted my aunt with joy as well and we sat for a while talking about various things. At that time, my mother was leaning on the sink and I hugged her from behind, but without forcing the bar for the time being, my face glued to hers while we talked with aunt. It was difficult to control the erection that the contact of my mother's warm body together with the delicious perfume she used caused in me. I took advantage while they were talking about some cousins of the family and apologized in the conversation with the excuse that I was going to get a T-shirt because there was a cold breeze in the kitchen. I went to the bedroom and went back to the kitchen wearing a tight black T-shirt and my bermuda without panties. I stood behind my mother again and looked at her perfect butt in front of me. The short and fair shorts, left the curves of her thick, delicious thighs and the size she wore, put her at a perfect height for a tight fit. I took off my bermuda completely, and threw it firmly on the ground without my mother noticing. My 22-centimeter-tall pulse was throbbing with tenderness. I straightened up and moved closer to hold my mother again. I stuck my legs in my aunt's body and she continued to straighten her face while we were talking. She pulled her collar in front of me again, and I was surprised to see my mother's waist, and I was surprised to see my cousin's legs, and I was surprised to see if it fit in the middle of my mother's waist, and I was surprised to see my cousin's legs, and I was surprised to see my cousin's legs, and I stood up and wondered if it fit in the middle of my mother's waist. My mother gasped, but she replied: He needs to arrange one urgently. When she said that, I got one of my hands out of my mother's blouse and I was unbuttoning all the buttons, her breasts were sticking out and I was now boiling one of them, my nipple stiffened between my fingers and my mother couldn't do anything, she was trying to concentrate on the video and she didn't want to show that she was in trouble. I, on the other hand, had total control of the situation, could talk and touch my mother without any problems, but I wanted more, and when my cousin asked, Tia, is he shameless? Does he look like he's very naughty with women? My mother laughed and I no longer knew if she was nervous or if she was trying to control the situation, all I know is that my hand now penetrated the inside of her shorts and my ring finger traveled between her vaginal lips in such a way that my mother could not hold her breath. Mother, cousin asked you a question, answer it My mother, in a trembling and utterly bewildered voice, answered slowly as my finger rubbed that bouquet deliciously. You have no idea what I'm going through with him. He's such a jerk. I don't know what to do. My cousin and my aunt laughed a lot and had no idea what was going on there. I now had two fingers rubbing and taking a delicious stroll in my mother's bouquet. She could no longer resist and became completely wet. I increased the speed a little and now it was completely wet and lubricated. My mother tried to hold the pose while talking, but her legs began to bend with excitement. I held her with my arm wrapped so she wouldn't bend. My mother struggled to keep her eyes open during the conversation. I felt that both of us were going to have fun, my roll was still rubbing her butt and I felt when my mother's legs didn't stop shaking, she was joking, she tried to say a few words but only loose and lost words came out, my aunt and my cousin pretended that they didn't understand anything she had said. I enjoyed an enormity between my mother's butt and thighs. I took my hand from her mouthpiece and relaxed my stick behind her. I apologized in conversation and said that I had to study for a difficult test. I said goodbye to my aunt and cousin and kissed my mother on the face and went to the room. It wasn't too late yet, and my mother was talking for quite some time, she had nothing to do, it was a conversation they had been scheduling for a while. I went to take a shower and relax in my room, knowing I'd be fucked as soon as my mom finished talking. When I heard my mother finish the conversation and walk into her room, I opened the door of mine and appeared for her to see me. We stood facing each other in the hallway, and she looked me in the eye, and all I could see was her open blouse and her full breasts, and I tried to disguise my erection, but she saw it. I plucked up my courage and said: It was irresistible. Staring at me she said slowly: Do you love me? I, who did not expect it, replied with conviction: <unk> More than you can imagine mom. I'm hallucinating about you<unk> She shook her head in the affirmative and concluded in a voice full of decision, which made me apprehensive: "Well then, it's all right. I hope you've enjoyed today well, because from tomorrow you won't lean on me anymore. And I hope you'll be ready for it, even though I think you're not. Don't think I can't give you change. Don't underestimate my intelligence, son". It was an enigmatic phrase and left me confused, but my mother knew how to take revenge, and like every determined woman who knows when a man is at her feet, she spared no torture, but that part of the story, will stay for the next account.