It happened one day...

Hanger and Foster.
I am an engineer, 41 years old and married. What I'm about to tell you may sound like a fictional story adapted for these pages but this is not a short story: it's a confession!
I come from a small family in the country: my father, one brother both deceased and my mother.
The penultimate time I visited my hometown was at the funeral of my brother two years ago. My wife and I went to try to convince my mother to spend a few days in our house, because she was already widowed and lived alone even though this deceased brother of mine still lived there with his wife and children but she refused and stayed in the same home where I was born, grew up and spent all my life as an unmarried man until I graduated and got a job in a big company in the capital.
My mother, a simple woman from the countryside, has the exact physiognomy of beautiful women. Very conserved by the appearance of her smooth and soft skin and her calm face and gentle twinkling black eyes, her demeanour draws attention because these predicates take away some decades from her looks despite her 62 years of quiet life in that small town.
Her gait is light and accentuates the curves of an attractive body, which is what stands out most in her image; besides the symmetry of her beautiful face she has a special way of speaking and smiling because even in its simplicity it remains to this day with fascinating profile, sensual appearance and a pleasantly contoured mouth with perfect healthy teeth. At all times remained shy and extremely domestic, leaving home rarely for family affairs.
Last month I traveled to a town near my hometown, where my mother still lives today. I decided to call her and make an appointment for lunch at some restaurant because I wanted to be with her so that we could learn about life and talk past amenities, in which she immediately invited me to stay at our home, the old dear house where she was still living. The trip took 50 minutes by bus, cities were almost glued together and traveling from one highway station to another was fast. In my city I got into a taxi and walked back home, where she had already been waiting for me with dinner ready. She was beautiful inside in a simple floral dress and brown shoes with medium heels, wearing no makeup except for lipstick to make her smiling face more attractive.
It was not my intention to spend the night, but some higher force made me stay in that simple and comfortable house. After lunch and conversation I lay down in my old bachelor's room and started reminiscing about the past while listening to my mother washing dishes in the kitchen sink.
It was late at night when I awoke from a comforting sleep. I got up to take a quick shower and saw my mother in the living room watching television, as I came out of the bathroom and put on my robe I walked over to another armchair in the room and when I sat down I noticed that she wore only very thin, almost transparent lingerie. I also noted that she had bathed slightly before me because I could smell delicious soap coming off her short wet hair.
Then the unexpected happened to me, for in that quiet environment of a dimly lit television room I began to feel itchy carnal excitement about my own mother who at this moment was seen as an attractive and seductive woman standing right before me wearing only one piece of transparent underwear.
I tried to turn my mind away from this nonsense, but as the conversation and laughter went on, my sexual desire grew stronger and more intense so that underneath my robe I massaged my hard cock because my panties were off and the pulsations of erection started dilating my thighs with saliva dripping down my fuck.
I got up suddenly very ashamed to go into the room myself recover, at which she told me: - What happened where you are going? I answered that I would arrange some papers of work and that soon will return, because I did not want her again notice that volume of hard paint on my robe, which was causing me great embarrassment.
I stayed in the room for about twenty minutes to clean myself and calm down, hung up my robe and put on a pair of pantyhose with sleeves.
Still stunned by what had happened I remained silent, but soon we began to talk again about family matters and other mundane subjects. She was now lying on her side with her pajamas wrinkled up in the butt revealing a portion of her exuberant thigh; the penumbra only showed me the delightful figure - in all its splendour - of that woman who was my mother. Once she moved around on the couch giving me better angles for her legs and from one such change of position I could see perfectly well how the beaks of her breasts pierced the silk covering her body.
Every time she moved on the couch I deliberately tried to admire her shapes, the rolling of her thighs, her little beaks sticking out in lingerie and with that my pussy was tingling at the sexual needles and stimulations of carnal desire an overpowered sensuality made me lose it when just then she turned around and we started talking. The stick swelled so much and throbbed that the molasses head almost appeared through the gap in the sleeve opening of his pajama pants immediately put both hands upwards crossed her legs full of fear noticing my erection and continued our conversation.
At one point she lay on her stomach and that tortured me with a hard-on. The side of her lingerie stuck to one thigh leaving the other entirely uncovered until the bottom of her panties appeared. I tried discreetly to see if there was at least some trace of the tear in her cheek, but nothing. The dimness of the room did not allow me to sift through this body's intimacies, but it allowed me to imagine what delights he could give me.
It all happened as she turned to change her position on the sofa again, and in doing so showed me what I wanted to see: turning around she sat down opposite me, and for a short time remained with open legs letting me see the bottom of her thighs up into her panties. Immediately I noticed a large wet wheel round the rearward fringe of her vaginal tear which was quite curved inwards, perhaps by the cloudiness of her labia vaginae.
For those few moments the sex madness overcame me, because I thought of eating her right then and there but soon afterwards she lay down with her head to the other side so that it was facing towards me. I flirted for a long time with that gentle beautiful look and felt a reciprocal chemistry of sexual desire at the bottom of his black eyes. The excitement was making her restless in the same way as made me disorientated and agitated.
Completely out of control with the heat, I was startled when my hard-assed, drooling dick came all the way up through a strap in front of my mother.
Well, I thought to myself: "I'm a man and she is a woman. And we both have very strong sexual desires". Why not?
This time I came back from the bathroom ready to eat my mother, who at this moment was exhaling a strong and exciting smell of sex mixed with soap. Obviously she felt as passionate about me as I did for her. I threw off my pajama pants and sat naked beside her feet. She opened up her legs and urged me to suck his cock and began licking underneath her panties that viscous sweet liquid dripping down into her pantyhose and almost draining out through her smooth well-turned thighs.
Suddenly she stood up with her legs spread wide and bent, wanting to stretch herself onto the sofa and pulled me on top of it. Lazy enough to take off my panties she hugged me tightly in her arms and whimpered softly into my ears begging me to fuck her pussy willingly.
The first stroke I took over the wet panties and was so strong that my stick, barred by the resistance of the fabric, slid to one side, pressing down on the debrum of the small intimate piece, wrinkling it until it slipped underneath, finding its crease swollen and deliciously fleshy, through which it penetrated slowly, softly and deeply, till it squeezed me bag against the opening of his muzzle and the edge of the pants.
I tried to shove myself all the way back inside of her, and slammed my fuckin' dick hard. She moaned and cranked up her back pulling her vulva out from underwear which facilitated a tight, deep, extraordinarily delicious intercourse. We spent quite a while climbing in hallucination, twisting tongues and licking each other's faces and sticking our tongues into one another's ears until she enjoyed weeping with pleasure, spilling oily drops that trickled down her stick, soaking me up with the delicious moss secreted by the female when the pinto correctly rubbed against the mucous gland inside the woman's cheekpiece, massaging it to such an extent as to cause shocks of joy and delight, numbing her mind and relaxing muscles and nerves causing pleasurable languor and endless well-being.
We kissed tongue in cheek until she bit me on the mouth. I sucked at her nipple edges, which became enlarged and swollen and flushed, and she went crazy with a hard-on when I squeezed them with male desires and tantrums. It made my hard-ons bigger than any woman has ever been able to do before.
We both went to her double bed, where I sat down with the stick very hard and without even cleaning herself she got rid of her panties and sat on my cockpit which was rigid and swollen like a burning rod. The drool flowed from underneath the stick and my head straightened up his vagina when he opened his legs and sat in hot fucking, and while sitting she swallowed the bottom and made it with female primacy at heat, stooped down and dug into the stick slowly devouring him then hugged me climbed onto me and stuck with my stick and kissing madly into my mouth.
For a while she stood still, pressing her vagina all the way into my pocket that pulsated inside the pleats of her boobie rubbing its insides and vaginal glands... so it remained and little by little began to move in the arches of enjoyment, then on an up-and-down more sultry and anxious, it rolled around, moaned, cried, shouted and enjoyed ... enjoyed - enjoyed.
I was so excited that I chewed his tongue on mine, made a move up to it and put him back in bed. And without taking my stick out of the way...
We spent the whole night together, now sucking and then being sucked. I shamelessly sucked her ass when she turned to me with a hint of anal penetration. At this moment it occurred to me that my mother was human, an ordinary female just like any woman who feels carnal desires for repressed times but whose heart is burning from wanting to have fun.
We slept for a few hours, and before dawn I woke up mad with excitement because she stretched one of her thighs over my dick and began to rub it. I climbed right on top of him, then she punched me in the cock and felt that he was very hard, barking from excitement. Still bewildered by so much excitement I sat affectionately on his breasts and gave my huge penis molasses, with its head which looked more like a mushroom for her to smell. What I did freaked my mother out, and she tried to stick her tongue up his dick so that he'd suck it. But then I calmed down a little bit...
Stupefied with excitement, she managed to put the enormous stick in her mouth and chewed it up with her tongue, licked my bag that was stretched out and swallowed my cock again. I started fucking it into her mouth which caused choking, but she didn't stop licking my dick and popped it open again, pushed more inside her mouth while she breathed anxiously on the head of the stick. At one point she looked at me passionately and I without judgement so much into that delicious mouth that she jumped suffocated with the dick rubbing his throat. I enjoyed sneezing, the shit flooded his mouth, went down his throat and even came out of his nose.
Then we rubbed each other's buttocks and bottle juice, climbing into a delicious "Mommy and Daddy" with kisses on the lips, exchanging vows of love, words of affection while she called me her man I returned my woman in this sweet idyll we realize that among human beings there is no incest when carnal fondness and desire are stronger than family affinities.
I enjoyed myself weeping and pouring into her jets of thick sperm that overflowed from the sides, between my dick and vagina. She passed out with a mouthful dripping drops of viscous milk, very swollen and red, still broken by the violent blows of pikes and various fucking jets I injected to it. Soon afterwards I fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, my house was deserted. The coffee table had been set and a note on it: "Dear son Mommy went to mass and will be late; have a good return".