I 'm nuts .

I 'm a freak . After many attempts, I finally mustered up the courage and today everyone is going to know about my relationship with my 23-year-old son. My name is Odete, I'm 58, live in a village of Portugal. Dating for about 2 years and married at 21, one year later was the mother of a beautiful girl like all daughters are my husband worked as a shoemaker, I sewed, so we lived in the 60s with difficulties but happy love existed, but did not even know it: some kisses, some caresses and occasionally had sex although always being the same way, always in the same position, I liked. At first made love because "should be wife", always embarrassed, never naked I'd wait in the kitchen for my husband to lie down, then go upstairs and take off all of his clothes... always with a combination on. ...I would lay beside him once a week at his suggestion... ..open my legs and be possessed by him.. When we kissed, which rarely happened then yes I felt pleasure, loved him and that was very good for me, really very good. And if I dared to touch my husband's face or caress it then I would feel completely fulfilled but no more than this A few years after we were married - Fernanda was only three and a half - my husband emigrated to Brazil for lack of work, staying there nine years while I continued the miserable life that I had always lived alone with one little girl. In that period when I was alone, I never felt the lack of sex. Certainly because it seemed to me that sexual intercourse is only for my husband's satisfaction. The truth is... Only once, after imagining myself in his arms, I unintentionally touched my chest and caressed it for a few moments but only briefly because then a feeling of guilt invaded my mind and I tried to forget everything and fell asleep. For me sex was just an obligation that I had - make my husband "pour" inside me all the masculinity without taking any pleasure from it. I felt a mixture of envy and sorrow when seeing the face of joy he put on at the moment he emptied himself into me. Interestingly, I never felt "dirty" after making love. I didn't wash immediately after being used by him; my thighs were tight as if they contained all that hot liquid inside of me. One day, I was "besieged" by a friend and neighbour. A woman much older than me, very - as it is said here - hot because she wasn't satisfied with her husband, quickly found herself a lover, and without any shame, quite vainly spoke about this relationship in public without prejudice to the point that she was considered nymphomaniacal in the village. That day, I felt what all women feel when they're aroused. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was such a cheap talker, I would have opened up more to her and we still talked about our intimate lives: She spoke of her constant sexual activity; This woman, with her expertise and malice... managed to get me to make up erotic stories as if they were my fantasies. And I commented that every day she satisfied me with her fingers by imagining the penis. You really need a dick, but I don't have one. Embarrassed but very excited, I asked her to tell me about these fantasies of hers that she immediately went on and told me how she liked doing things like what did you do? What would you want done with your dick anyway. She loved it if they came in handy which made me feel an enormous craving remembered the way I squeezed my thighs to hold the sperm inside myself and even though I didn't have orgasm felt so close at this point after this conversation there were a few sleepless nights but for shame never masturbated After all these years of living in solitude, the time had come for my beloved's return. Having received confirmation that he was coming back I lived with anxiety and almost despair because this long-awaited moment would be delayed but it would arrive one day. And he arrived. It was a Sunday morning, I was at home alone with Fernanda in catechism class when I heard the car pulling up outside my door and I ran madly into his arms because of such great nostalgia that it made me give myself to him right there on the street - something condemned back then where I come from - but without "embarrassment", I kissed him as I'd never done before. And so it was, very hot and needy and excited and teased as they say. Already inside the house while Nandinha did not arrive we kissed like two crazy out of control until after I had finished preparing lunch when she arrived that afternoon all three of us were at home missing each other but on this night we made love in a way we'd never done before After long kisses and tender caresses I gave myself completely to an act of sexual frenzy yet tenderness and great pleasure For the first time I wished to be penetrated and not possessed, cursed, moaned and screamed, touched and stroked that marvelous penis, felt my testicles in my hand for the very first time, even let out a word I'd never uttered before. But pretty soon, we were back to normal: I was lying there with my legs open and he's on top of me going in and out, coming and going... And it wasn't like before -- not tight thighs but wide-open legs wanting more. Frustrated, I thought of all the things that could be done to get from my husband what was lacking in me and came up with a solution which turned out very simple: let my female instincts make him more masculine. And it worked. One day we went out for dinner, watched an unforgettable movie "Taboo". Despite our initial shock because I had never seen pornographic films before, I made the most of this experience as lead actress there is one scene where a woman dresses sensuously while being spied on by her own son It made me feel a sense of disapproval, but the way she dressed caused in her son who was spying on her an apparently great desire and it helped to free my mind. I was brought up in a very backward environment, but my mother who came from less modest origins than me, my maternal grandparents were rich, it is my grandfather's ailments that ruined the family. My mom always dressed elegantly, wore long skirts and whenever she went out, she used to wear socks even at a time when it was difficult to find stores selling them after the mini skirt appeared; she never wore tights, always found where to buy those stylish stockings which she often worn, nor did I ever fall in love with the unfortunate "sock half", because if she didn't have any socks, she would go without them. That night, after the movie we went to a bar for drinks as it was not pleasant and quickly returned home with in my head an idea of another evening. I knew that there were women who sucked on their husband's sex but had never dared do so because I thought this is something prostitutes would ever have done; I started by putting on my favorite socks, black and clear with seams at the back up to half a thigh attached in an alloy belt -- lightweight as I called it. I studied all the moves, and started my show. I walked into that room, looked him in the eye lying there naked, kissed him, stroked his dick, gave him a nipple-kissing, then back to him at halfway through the room took up a chair, leaned down on it with my butt sticking out of its socket exposed to your eyesight even though you could see from underneath me the relief caused by the leather strap. At this moment I felt like a whore ready to give pleasure to any man, only I knew it would bring me what I wanted most: an orgasm... come. I provoked him by undressing lustfully, and with the sensuality that was possible I got him so horny that his dick stood up, and he stayed like this for several minutes, erect as if asking to be penetrated into a wet cunt. That sight of seeing the monster stretched out in midair made me get itchy! Made me become an actual sex worker! Completely unkempt, already naked, only in high heels, socks and a leather belt, manipulating the hips, stroking my nipples that were hard with erection, touching the breasts which weren't very big, flicking them slightly I pass one hand on my butt, caress it and go closer to my pelvic area. lustfully use my tongue and pass it on the upper lip... I slightly close my eyes, and feel completely mad, delirious. The desire had taken over me. I go to him with a slow step and rolling of my body, sit down beside him in bed, and start licking his face, coming closer to my language from its mouth in muddy movements, kisses him, puts my Tongue into his Mouth, sucks out his Language, hands are running along his Body while he caresses my back, this causes me even today some delightful shivers. After long and wonderful kisses, caresses and sensual touches we indulged in a mad act of sex. We fucked each other in various positions including me on the kittens' side and him behind my back which was something I had never done before being totally exposed to him even though I thought that if he wanted anal penetration it would be okay but it didn't happen this is one of the best fuck i have ever had After a few minutes of frantic back-and-forth, we found ourselves simultaneously in my favorite position: me down so I can see his little face the moment he spits on me -- that's how I always come. Until I noticed a slight erection, that delicious skin glowing from the moisture of fucking had certainly the taste of my cunt mixed with his sperm. Curious, I went to inspect closely, approached my favorite sexual object and felt an odor indescribable, a mixture of smells impossible to narrate but not unpleasant at all such was my state of excitement because smell is associated with flavor The image of the film came back to me at that moment, a mother's sensuality caressing with her mouth her son's penis not because he was my child but because I thought it beautiful and kissed his bright red head for sex which had made me delirious moments before shamelessly put my head in my mouth and licked softly went down and swallowed slowly until halfway into my mouth as big as this looked bigger than before but I loved sucking till it burst. I confess that it was not a good idea to go all the way, because I choked when you came but he loved. That night made my first blowjob and after few days already wanted him in his mouth causing such great pleasure , The years passed, and in the meantime Pedro was born not by accident but also it wasn't desired beforehand just happened I got pregnant because our sex life had been so wonderful i felt very happy knowing that this pregnancy resulted from an excellent relationship which didn't happen with my first pregnancy everything went naturally and at the right time a boy came along we named him Peter Pedro was 13 years old, I was still a fiery woman with an active sexual life. Despite my husband's frequent absence for work reasons and longer or shorter periods of time, sometimes he would be away two weeks in a row; when he came back, there were always four or five days off, which was enough to satisfy me sexually. Fernanda studied at the university while I stayed alone with Peter who by then had already started high school. One day, when I went to get my laundry out of the washing basket and noticed it was messy -- nothing that made me suspicious at all -- but then I started noticing this more often, and notice how my underwear and panties and bras were always mixed up. "Could it be that Peter"... I thought. No, I'm crazy, Pedro is a boy, I can not be like that get it out of your head you mad. I was angry with myself but the idea persisted even though I didn't want to every day I would check clothes there in my underwear i wanted to know more about what was going on and one day found sperm still liquid , desire, fear and sorrow all of these things went through my head for a moment but the craving was stronger so I put my underwear in my mouth smelled it licked it tasted the viscous liquid that had been deposited there mixture of odors and flavors the smell of my body mixed with my son's sperm caused me to have an erection which forced me into delicious masturbation on the corner of my room using my fingers and imagination this strange feeling Finally, everything went where it shouldn't have because from then on every day I gave myself to the solitary pleasures of masturbation with an "aggravating" part of pretending to be my son's lover. I started wearing less appropriate lingeries for everyday life, panties in various colors including red and always going by my favorite color: black; leather socks, high heels, clothes that were only worn for my husband such as tight skirts, exaggerated cleavage etc., all these days spent excitedly never forgetting to find out what gift he left behind in my underwear. He would go out after lunch, and there I'd delight myself by licking whatever was left of the milk he had deposited. There was a phase where I couldn't find anything, no trace of sperm, but he kept on moving just not masturbating; later I learned that he also preferred to isolate himself for masturbation as soon as I knew it was hidden. This lasted several months until I decided to put an end to all this madness of mine once and for all, which is when I stopped putting my underwear in that basket. But soon I missed the pleasure that I was giving myself, and fought it out for about two weeks, but failed, resigned, started putting my clothes back in the basket again. He had already given up looking; he didn't know I put his underwear there anymore so he wouldn't go. Desperate, I thought of a ploy, if it worked everything would return to normal. And what did I think then? A frightening fear prevented me from doing this crazy act, and I decided to fight against myself as a mother. I fought with my wife but always reflecting on everything, always in the subconscious looking for a solution is that during moments of meditation, When my husband was present, I wasn't supposed to think about Peter but that is not what happened. Even though the father penetrated me, I imagined his son not penetrating me but turning up in my underpants and then immediately licking all the liquid ejaculated by him and absorbing it. Curiously enough, I had never thought of being penetrated by him, only imagining him coming at my feet very rarely masturbated him in my fantasy but one day I dreamed a wonderful dream - "Do you like it, Mom? Is my milk good? Do you want more?" Come here I'll give it all to you and in the dream on my knees sucked him until he came into my mouth drank everything, sucked everything squeezed then was going to kiss his lips when I woke up. Lying down recalling everything again felt that I was wet not wet but actually wet as much or even wetter than being penetrated caressed myself rubbed clitoris put two fingers inside pussy pulled them out and suck... wonderful this dream spent hours awake trying to say something back but for my frustration couldn't do so More days of suffering went by, me craving sex and a man living in the same house with me without my being able to touch him. Even good morning or night kisses became different; I feared some loss of control on my part and did not want to go through life feeling guilty which would surely be worse than my sexual frustration, - Good afternoon , Pedro . - Good afternoon , Mother . I avoided the kiss, but I missed it; I miss all those caresses we used to give each other in our good morning kisses - a gentle handshake on my face, an embrace, a stroking of my neck -- innocently symbolic gestures that were harmless. The feeling of guilt, although it did not torment me much, persisted in my mind. I often thought about the subject, which ended up making me desire, causing me to feel insecure, indecisive, now rejecting, then accepting and even desiring. I imagined Peter as a man, though I hadn't seen him naked since he was ten years old, recalled that image of a boy who when washed by me felt embarrassed for having caused him a slight erection. When I bathed him, never fully undressing myself, washed his organs which were not yet sexually developed but already noticed hardness in the member when massaging it during the act of washing. At that time everything was perfectly normal to me; today I have another opinion: if he understood being touched by me, this was desire albeit innocent. The days went by, the situation remained but now it was much easier for me. I could not remember Peter as a man for many days only occasionally and everything seemed to normalize until one day when I was alone in my house casually wearing just a gown over my naked body and with summer approaching I who never shaved my armpits decided to do so because I had complexes about using sleeveless blouses due to having hair on my hips I went into the room, undressed and began to shave using my husband's beard case. I scraped off his hair; in the mirror I saw that it looked different but I liked how it felt. When work was done, I put on some underwear without a bra. I left the bedroom towards the laundry basket where I had left all of my used panties. There, in the storeroom, I donned my gown and walked out with my buttons still unbuttoned as I would naturally do when alone at home. After a few minutes, I realized Peter was inside. Panic - did Pedro see me naked? Would you have seen me shave my pubic hair? No, it couldn't be; surely he had arrived at that hour. In the days that followed, I noticed Pedro leaving but never hearing him come in. When I realized he was already inside... Although in my heart, this was what I wished for, I did not want to go back to the same nightmare and tried to forget about it, resumed normalcy of a quiet life in the village; I got up in the morning, made breakfast, Pedro ate and went to school, I took care of the house, cooked lunch, had lunch and spent the afternoon doing what all housekeepers do: repetitive tasks that sometimes allow sinful thoughts. I didn't look, but was sure that he was inside the house and felt it with a conviction. It even made me feel observed. And unconsciously I started to be more discreet in my movements without ever looking directly at the door of the wardrobe where I had been passing some clothes; Of course erotic thoughts took hold of me, and shortly afterwards I had already decided to be more "generous" in my movements. To the point that instead of passing it on, I grabbed a skirt from mine and put it under my belt as if trying to arouse some habit in him. It was red, not too short, regularly worn with leather socks and also high-heeled red shoes. I go into the room, and leave the door ajar with a frosted edge to allow him to see me. I walk over to my dresser drawer where I keep my underwear, pull out some socks and their truncheon, set myself up in movements that I find sensual such as unbuttoning buttons one by one slowly until my robe is fully open, turn my back on the door, let it fall off, leaving only my body covered by normal panties for day-to-day continuous act of taking them down from behind I have no such desire. When I got naked, it made me horny. I was intentionally provoking a situation that he thought would be pleasing to him, and unashamedly, loosely, I take the leather belt, put it on my waistband, squeezing in front of me, then rotate until it fits properly around my hip, leaving the bands dangling, grab one sock, turn towards the mirror, stand sideways toward the door, place one foot on the chair, bend over, slip into half, slowly pull my leg upward as far as mid-thigh, fasten the front strap, drop your foot onto the floor, curl down, gas, and wearing only skin-colored stockings with a white leather belt tied at the front I look in the mirror. I admire my beauty, the beauty of a mature woman. At that time I was fifty years old with medium breasts and protruding nipples surrounded by a dark halo small belly steep tail thick thighs high legs full brush there I stood naked in prejudice stirring up my beloved son Stroking the buttocks, I raise my hands up by the waist and literally feel his breasts. Soaking a finger in my mouth and rubbing it on my nipple with my thumb and forefinger, rolling around the tip of my chest causing me to have such an erection that I let out a slight groan. Something he will never forget. After a few minutes of exhibition, I decided to lie down on the bed and engage in delicious masturbation by putting three fingers into my vagina, rubbing it against his groin, opening my lips, doing movements that resembled real penetration until I came around. I loved this masturbations after some moments "relaxing" I got up and finished dressing myself, put on red skirt and white blouse, wore red high-heeled shoes, then anxiously left the room. I didn't see him but was sure he had seen everything now I wanted to see if I had excited him and could still feel the excitement inside those pants, but I did not see him. I didn't worry because I was sure that my show had been enjoyed by the person who aroused in me the greatest desire on earth. Minutes later, I see him coming out of our little house in the backyard where we keep all the tools used for gardening work. His behaviour with his head down as if he felt guilty about something wrong he did made me believe that I gave some pleasure to him. Later I found out that he left home not from shame or fear but to be alone remembering everything and masturbating. From that day on, my guilt was gone. I knew for sure I hadn't hurt him or "raped" him. And if he liked to see it, I loved showing off and showed everything whenever I could. I found out that in all the magazines he sneakily bought, women in lingerie were predominant. Also noticed they're all elderly; never saw him on girls of his age, but over thirty, which made me think he was attracted to me even though I didn't know this preference for mature females had been brought about by myself and now knowing it makes me feel vain. Whenever I could, and since we spent many days alone together, I would wear provocative clothing. Always with a leotard belt, cuffs that made it impossible for me to go out without changing my blouse first. From the age of thirteen, I showed myself indiscriminately and he watched me. My days were always spent staring at my face imagining new positions where I could show myself more openly even taking a shower with the door opened but by then he was no longer hiding from seeing me; we had reached a point when it became normal for me to go into the kitchen in the morning often without wearing anything except a nightgown which is completely transparent sometimes very short so that you can see your bristles, tail, breasts, nipple erect finally almost naked kisses come back now more intentional permission pushing myself to caress her face several times, as well as receiving a few touches on various parts of my body such as breasts, back, buttocks and even the belly. One time, he almost touched me in sex while I was sitting at the table. He came to say goodbye with a tender kiss on my forehead and put his hand on my bare thigh right up against my freckles. Our relationship, although discreet was intense. I knew of the desire that he felt for me but did not know how to move forward, make progress in this relation until we both wanted it; I knew what he wanted and that he desired me, but lacked an ideal safe way to talk about it with him because deep down I even wished the situation would stay like this, provoke his wishes and there is no risk of being rejected maybe my fear of going ahead and having him refuse so I lived with it as naturally as possible One day after lunch, I was smoking a cigarette in the kitchen when he walked in. - Don't put it out, smoke all the way through. - Are you leaving now? - No, but I like watching you smoke. "Of course", I replied. "Sit down next to me". It was the best opportunity for me to start talking more comfortably with him, and I did. By then he would have been over fifteen years old, but he was a big boy with broad shoulders who had always done gymnastics. - You never smoked, did you? - No, but I've felt like it. Without thinking, in an act of domination I asked: - You want to try it? And I offered him my lighted cigarette, and halfway through he opened his lips slightly. - Pull, but don't swallow the smoke. He soon coughed, choking on the smoke but it quickly passed. That cigarette ran out in no time at all but I then lit another one which was accompanied by a shot of brandy and tasted while he watched me smoking some raisins with me and loved being in my presence "loving" myself to smoke we talked about the evils of tobacco but also emphasized how much pleasure I had when after a meal I smoked a cigarette There are pleasures that aren't forbidden, they're not practised openly. In my case I never smoked in public much less before the children and maybe this is why exposing myself to Peter gave me a nice feeling of someone who was doing something unusual as if I were doing something other people shouldn't know about. When I smoked in front of him, it was creating the idea that I did things for him and not for others. It was also very intimate to walk casually half-naked around the house even with his eyes on me; we already had a commitment between us: It was then that I asked him if he had ever commented with his friends, the fact of having seen me in smaller costumes to which he replied a categorical no, adding that he knew what should and could not reveal, whoever it might be, and asked me also not to say anything to my father. That's what I wanted to hear, a mutual compromise, nobody made any comments about anyone. - You know mother, you're very beautiful. I love to see her so much that there is no one in the world like you. I'm old, nothing compared to your friends. - It's different mom, they are friends. You're my mother. This statement confused me: "they are friends, you're a mother". What did he mean? With them it is natural and forbidden with me? Is that so? Being prohibited would be better? That's it, that is sex in your head. This thought cleared my mind, and gave me courage although I feared to hurt his morale. - Well, I'm gonna keep being like this until you tell me to stop. Okay? And we continued to live our tara, he was a voyeur and I an exhibitionist but at the same time I longed for more so that weekend I allowed him to see me with his father. At risk of causing jealousy in my son's eyes I took this chance and left the bedroom door half-open while turning myself into the craziest woman during "cio". I had given in to my husband's insistent requests for anal sex, he since his return from Brazil was crazy about possessing me anally and one day after I usually caressed myself on the anus of such excitement that I asked him to eat me in the ass with fingers we already tried but the stick never penetrated me despite everything it was a hidden desire that I had especially when my husband kissed me and licked my anus i felt a strong urge to try and ended up making anal sex the most natural thing in this world. On that blessed night when I purposely left the door ajar, I started by doing a blowjob and shoving my little dick into his mouth. At first he could only get about half of it in, but with time and practice he got more and more until now I can stand up to 20 centimeters on his throat, but deliciously sucked this hard stick so Peter would be able to see everything, licking myself while passing the wet cock through my face and putting all back in his mouth, whilst fully exposed to Peter caressing me open pussy and scrubbing ice cream, always at the same time. I fucked over, sat on it while sticking a finger up my ass, wanted Pedro to know how much I liked being fucked in the ass and turned around with my back towards my male but facing my son so that he could see his dick fucking me in the pussy. Knowing that I was being seen by my son, I started to feel it coming at me and without letting go of control I rode on this tight cock enjoying the pleasure of anal fucking always with Pedro in mind. The next day, it was Sunday and nothing happened. It was a perfectly normal day, but the following morning I expected him to comment with me, but no, Peter didn't say anything at all. Never crossed my mind that Pedro would condemn what I had done; of this I was sure. But then why did he not comment? Quite simply because he saw nothing. That night he went to bed early, as there was an exit first thing in the morning. I knew this because I asked him if he had slept well, and he said yes. He was aware that in the morning you have to be very alert a little bit, so I deduced that he hardly went to bed before falling asleep without thinking about what probably happened in my room. Never again did I dare repeat such an exploit; it seemed better not to take the risk, and continued with the same life of exhibitionist but always alone when we were at home by ourselves. Pedro, now 17, a grown man less interested in seeing me begins to go out at night which I thought was normal even though he didn't like it very much and accepted this detachment. It was natural for him to have an interest in girls his age although young never came home late but still i would not fall asleep without him coming home and he always apologized and went into the room to say goodbye to me started smoking little but smoked drinking only drinks of "beginners" in the evening One night, I waited for him to come back and started thinking about what he would be doing. And unintentionally, I began masturbating again in my lonely nights soothed by a few caresses but that night I felt jealous of my son imagining others having the same thing as me which they didn't until one evening when he came home after saying goodbye I went into his room intending to ask for a cigarette I was in a clear-blue shirt, naked underneath and after we sat on his bed smoking cigarettes he wouldn't take his eyes off of me. (Laughter) I wanted to move forward but thought better about it and did what we all do which is look unconcerned -- no less than a mother commenting to her son. We smoked, then I walked out. As I left the room, I looked back at my "baby" watching me. In my bed before I could fall asleep, I repeated what was left of me - masturbation. Resolved, after weighing the pros and cons on a fine Monday afternoon when he was not in school to take advantage of his going out for coffee and getting my clothes ready, I began dressing as if an evening's sex were imminent: black stockings strapped into an equally dark leather belt that had been laundered off; little black panties which formed part of the ensemble; tiny brassiere just holding up her chest slightly tucked away from it leaving her halo almost entirely exposed. I put on some black shoes, jump high and very thin, light a cigarette, and sit in bed waiting, thinking about all the possibilities. Either it's today or never again. He arrived, and I was combing my hair having left the door open when he is going to pass by, so I called him up and asked if he could help me adjust the leash in his stocking but I asked him whether he knew how to do that, he replied only you know if you try, then I turned back towards him and slowly climbed into the skirt, but as it was fair, it was difficult and I had to maneuver myself for ease of task. I climbed up my skirt until the bottom of the sock was visible, and it showed off my thighs only covered by the stockings in a somewhat sensual position since heels forced me to have my ass pulled out after all, I was on tiptoes - that's how you walk when wearing high-heeled boots. He kneels behind me and checks if the leash is okay; he must have realized right away what I intended because without saying anything else he starts doing something which I wanted very much. I feel his hand touching my thigh, mid-thigh over the sock and feeling a gentle slide towards the top of my legs. His hands touch my skin after the socks, and I can feel him snorting on my skin. I was horrified to think that he was just millimeters away from touching me with his lips in my thighs; tension increases when he kissed my naked skin. Knowing that he'd been traveling but couldn't reach for my hips, I definitely pull her skirt all the way up to make it easier for him to do this act, and feel his tongue on my hip. Holding his head against me, I'm turning around slowly forcing him to lick my skin and getting my panties pressed down on his face. "Kiss me, my darling", I said. I feel his kisses on the silk of my underwear, and try to open myself up by bending my legs a little bit so that he can lick me right where I needed him most. He sweeps off his panties with his tongue and licks my groin with his lips, gently pulls out some pincers, grabs hold of my thighs while I slide my hand all over my pants revealing my very wet pussy which is then being licked by her tongue. Feeling the moisture from the warm language in my mouthpiece, I couldn't take it anymore, let loose a whimper and muttered... - Um... delicious, son. Lick it well. It licks my ice cream. That feeling was indescribable. I had never felt that pleasure before. Although in my conscience a sense of guilt hovered, I gave myself completely into the hands of my lover-son. Never have I experienced such joy while being kissed during sex. I loved to feel this wonderful tongue passing repeatedly deep inside my body at successive licks. My throat twitched with excitement. My legs trembled all over me; that's how I found myself. I take off my panties, and with a raised skirt sit on the dressing table lift one leg leaving my furry cunt totally exposed for then to be presented with the most delicious lipstick ever felt by me open it with my hands revealing my dilated grel which when licked made me let out a scream... aiiiiiiii sonooo i'm coming........ yesmm...... licks this bitch.... uiiii... sucks my grel.....yesmmm........ohhhh come here....... And I had the best orgasm of my life up until that day, and it was so intense, like for the first time in my life, And when he stopped licking me, I asked him to get up and kissed him on the mouth. In silence, I thought about what had happened and all the consequences that could come from it. And seeing myself in a position where my leg was up on the dresser seat made me feel ashamed; so I pulled him back slightly, took off his skirt, asked if he would let me smoke with him. Sitting down in bed smoking cigarettes, we began to talk shyly. We talked of many things, but mostly of myself, taking this extraordinary event as our starting point. When he asked me if I was needy, and how long hadn't I been sexually active, I told him honestly that it has been a very long time since my last sexual encounter with anyone. Of course, because of his shyness, I thought he wanted to talk openly about sex, so I took the initiative by using terms which were only used during intercourse, calling things by their proper names. - I'm a virgin, you know. You've never been to whores? I did, but I didn't lose my virginity. You didn't want to, or you couldn't? - She was a mature woman too, but when I saw her naked, I gave up. - Was she that old? - No, it wasn't that. It was just a little girl shaving her head. - You like hairy, huh? - I love that! - So I didn't disappoint you? On the contrary. - Did I give you a boner? And at that moment, I instinctively stroked what I thought was cute on my pants and felt the dick sticking out of me. - Can I ask you an indiscreet question? Anything you want to know, just ask and I'll answer. - Did you really come when I licked her? - Yes, why? - I don't know. Never seen a woman turn, never knew what was going on. He smiled, and I shot: We're not like you, we don't spit on each other... although today I felt as if I was peeing. - Isn't that customary? No, it's never happened to me before. And I kissed him tenderly on the mouth and then asked if he wanted to know anything more about me, my sexuality or my body. - Do you give blowjobs? - I do, you don't like being sucked? - I love it, this is so good. - Have you ever had a blow job? And do you have anal sex? If the situation is right, I'll do anything. - When you blow, do you let it sparkle in your mouth? - Yes, of course. I hear there are women who don't swallow, so after they suck it off. - Yes, I swallow. All women who suck if you let it come in your mouth even unintentionally some of the spores end up being swallowed. The taste is not very pleasant but also isn't something that cannot be tolerated. It's a little nauseating but when I get too excited I feel great pleasure while swallowing everything. - Did you swallow the whole stick? - It depends on the size, in my first blow job I couldn't get more than half of it today all up to your throat about 18 cm i can stand that is your father's measurement put everything love having a dick in mouth and trying to touch his balls with tongue smile would you like me to give you a blowjob now? - I'd love to have that, Mom. Excited as I was, I got up and began to undress, piece by piece slowly until only a belt of leotards and socks remained. I sat down beside him, unbuttoned his shirt, lay on top of him, and kissed him. His kisses are wonderful; they make me feel delightfully aroused that one time after several minutes of kissing he almost came at me. Lying upon it, I kiss its breast, lick the nipple, bite with my lips, sucking simultaneously, dribbling through its tongue, descending towards this little thing hidden in its trousers. I unbutton my pants, and kiss the dick on top of his underpants, look at him in the face, ask if I can continue. The movement of his head is affirmative. Can't wait to see that shit so badly. Pull down a little bit my trousers, close up my face almost until I put my mouth into my panties, with one hand pull it out. That big fat sticky gland shaped like an arsehole, delicious for small heads. Kiss her, open your mouth slightly, stick your tiny head inside your mouth, use your tongue, move your lips as though you were going to draw them in, and slowly bury this amazing erect member deep within your mouth. I'll stop in the middle, stick my tongue out as far as I can. And then from that position... I sucked Pedro, calmly, trying to make him hold on as long as possible, until..... a huge amount of sperm flooded my mouth. Taste different than usual. Less salty, less nauseating and not so thick. Because it was the first blow job that he did for me, I didn't realize the approaching ecstasy. Peter, only near the end, when he is already spitting himself out, has spasms, had never seen before, but loved, swallowed everything, licked, squeezed, and still cum in his mouth, showed him how to swallow, and with one gulp, brought all up, showing how much I liked, with a gesture that he loves: I kissed my lips. When I'm in a daze, I often use terms that are normally considered obscene. It excites me very much to swear. Pedro is the same way which is good so I never run the risk of milking him with my language and on this day I let go of my fantasy and everything he talked about was how I loved it saying words we don't usually say causes an ongoing state of arousal for me Peter loves hearing me talk like this For example, "fuck me, lick me", can cause him to have an early orgasm which is not very good for me anyway and with practice I've been able to keep his excitement up by talking everything out of the way so that he doesn't come giving her a more pleasurable orgasm in return. That afternoon we just had oral sex, the next day a heavy atmosphere was hanging over our house. Less talkative, Pedro seemed somewhat disturbed, I noticed that and didn't say anything about what happened, and several days passed without us talking about it, but I wanted to do so. Without hurting him, I gradually exposed myself, starting every day when he went down into the kitchen with me always either in T-shirt or no panties or only underpants on, then progressing until appearing naked and kissing him goodbye while stroking his penis. One day, knowing that he wasn't in school I went down to the kitchen wearing a leather belt and a transparent shirt. Patiently waiting for him because it was late and breakfast had been prepared decided to serve him on his bed quietly climbing up stairs into his room and saw how beautiful he was with his innocence sleeping peacefully. I put the tray on my bedside table, and very carefully untied it. I carefully bent over his penis, and without touching it with my hands using only my mouth began to suck. Totally absorbed in the blowjob, I did not realize that my lover had woken up patiently savoring my art of sucking until he was completely erect. That day, I was determined if necessary "to ask him" to fuck me, this is what I wanted. I needed a fuck so badly that I would do anything for it. I wanted to be possessed, penetrated, fucked, enraged, humiliated. I've been horny since the day that I gave him my first blow job, constant hard-on all day long every single day with just one thought: to give myself to him and be his. To stop being a mother and become a woman... Sitting on the bed next to my naked son, bending over him, I continued sucking. - Mom, let me see you suck. I stopped and said: - You want to see me blow? - I'd love to see her suck. I get up, drop my nightgown and stand naked in front of him with nothing but socks and tights on. I sit at the foot of his bed next to his hairy legs, bend over, face right out into sight for him, close together by his huge cock, grab hold of it with a hand and start again showing all my oral movements deliberately just putting half a dick in his mouth hoping to spark his curiosity and force him to talk; love when he asks me to do something - Go all the way down, Mom. I want to see how much you can swallow. With half a dick in my mouth, I look into his eyes and put it inside. - I can't take it anymore. - Put it back in, as much as you can and stand there at the end so I can appreciate you. I put it all back in, and try to stick my tongue into his balls but can't. So I make him spit out a little bit more of what he wants me to do with my mouth, and then go on doing the oral thing again. With slow movements, I suck until you see; I felt an orgasm when he grabbed me by the neck and fucked me violently till you saw; I let some spore run down from underneath that is how much came up, but after swallowing everything as it was coming, licking whatever had leaked left this glittering red penis diminishing in size and thickness. Peter himself, flaccid, very fat. The length is more noticeable than the thickness in relation to erection and flaccidity. - Do you like it? Thank you, mom. - Don't thank me, it was nice to meet you. While I was serving him breakfast, standing next to him both naked and now also prejudiced we were chatting away answering honestly everything he asked me curious about my sexuality wanted to know if i felt pleasure during the blow job I don't just suck because I know you like it, but I do too. And I grabbed his dick with both hands. - Do you come to suck? - Sometimes I do. - And you're satisfied when it comes? - Well, I'm always ready for more. Even if it comes to me, even if I feel satisfied, I need more, this is normal in me, I think that is the case with all women. With you men is different. After seeing each other, over, no longer have a hard-on, but I do not, am able to make sex for a long time. - I'm ready for more, too. And he smiled. In fact, I noticed that he hadn't become completely flaccid; it was -- as he says -- half-legged. - You want some more? - I want to see her. I got up and showed myself to him, stood in front of him, as he was sitting there, imagined that he could see me. But since I'm hairy, not exaggerated, normal for a woman who doesn't shave, lifted one leg and put my foot on the bed wide open for him. My vaginal lips are not very big but they show when I spread them out. - You've never seen a woman like that? - No, you're first. - Want to take a closer look? I lay down and let him explore my entire body, then he began to caress my breasts: medium-sized, slightly drooping ones; dark erect beaks surrounded by a halo of the same color; small belly matching age. Since I'm not fat, I have a tiny little tummy; normal well drawn umbilicus with a nicely delineated cavity; slender legs, thick thighs; original hairline, no hairs on the hips, only dimples showing some hair; lightly exposed black lips; small clitoris - even when excited, I need to open it up with my hand in order to expose it. After appreciating me, Pedro stood near my pussy. He looked as if he was looking for something. At that moment I felt completely at him. I spread my legs apart, slightly raised my knees and allowed him to put himself in the position of seeing me. There I was showing my sex to my beloved son. The state of excitement was great; I could feel a throbbing from his lower lips. I placed one hand on my belly, pulled it lightly so as to expose even more dark vaginal labia and asked: Tell me what you think. His ignorance was total. He kissed my cunt, slightly on top of me and came up to kiss me in the mouth. I caressed his face while we were kissing each other. I put my tongue into his mouth; he felt it in mine. We unclenched our lips and touching with our tongues as my hand slowly passed over her soft skin from behind. Again I was mad with desire. The lust had again taken possession of my frail body. Suddenly he says: The other day, when I licked it you told me to lick the ice cream. You don't know what it is? - No, you didn't. Smile, even though I feel like laughing. I opened her pussy with my hands, exposed the frost and said to her: This is where my pussy's lips start, doesn't it look like a flower bud? He stood between my legs, and began to lick me. Despite the little experience that he demonstrated, made me come quickly. I did not restrain myself and gave in instantly. After a pause, I took the initiative and positioning myself we started an amazing 69 after seeing me get in a state that a simple caress keeps me constantly aroused much more pleasure was licked by him. When, after a few minutes of sucking his dick and craving it as I was lying on the bed next to him begging him to fuck me. Sweetheart, let's fuck! He puts himself between my legs, I'm wide open, hold his dick, point it and ask him to aim slowly. Despite the excitement, despite being completely lubricated, I love that the first time he enters the cock is slow, like feeling every centimeter of sex coming in slowly, only after I feel all full do I enjoy violence. The words spoken by me increased his pleasure. I said everything that came to my mind. I called him "sweetheart", "love", "boy" and so on. We fucked in various positions. During the fuck, it was a lot of fun. Having Peter inside me was the most pleasurable sensation I've ever had. After long minutes, already exhausted, I asked him to come inside me. Long spasms. Strong strokes. Thick cock, big manly one. When he started to spit, I didn't restrain myself from crossing my legs over him and squeezing his thighs and doing the movements that provided the deepest penetration of this delicious poop in my pussy. And then I felt the testicles beating on my ass; it was like having everything inside me. That day, after lunch we went out together. We had coffee in the bar and it was natural for us to be there even though I wanted to publicly demonstrate that we were lovers - a nice but strange feeling. A friend of his who is about the same age as me sat at our table and they talked about sports which both played while talking with each other; I could appreciate my friend and imagined absurd things between them. My fantasy was this: two men for me. Double penetration was a fantasy that was becoming wishful thinking, but I had always been aware of the difficulty in achieving it, so I just delighted myself with imagination. When we got back from coffee, as soon as we walked into the house I felt a tapping on my ass. Wonderful. I like to be tapped in the butt. I stood with my back towards him, as if asking him to continue, bent slightly down and pushed his buttocks, and I feel that he's leaning over. His sex hardens quickly. I can sense it despite his trousers and my skirt; his hands are clutching me by my waistline; I am again in his hands; I want to be his once more. In this position, bending forward with him holding my belt and pressing his dick against my behind, I turn my face and look at him directly. I love that expression of dominance when he has me. With his hands up my skirt, he pulls down my panties a little bit, takes off the stick, points and without lubrication begins to penetrate me slowly. I feel him pulling on my pins. I try to open myself but in this position I can't stand bent over backed by my knees, I feel that wonderful cock penetrating into my pussy again. Slowly it went deeper and deeper until it buried everything inside me then started an intense fuck but very good. The pain I felt and the wanting to let go without power forced me into such a relaxation, that I feel losing strength in my legs being held by him. What madness. Unable to resist, I was used as an object woman, feeling his slave with desire to serve him like a whore paid for satisfying him. That amazing sensation. If before I had enjoyed the sense of dominating it, now I was deliriously being the dominated one. When I make blowjobs, I feel dominant. In penetration, even though I've given myself completely to it, I have never felt so much pleasure in being dominated. I love to be dominated during fuck but that man-child is too much. When he holds me by the waist I go crazy. Being pulled by those hands while I am penetrated provokes such a huge hardness inside of me that there are no words to describe. That position quickly wearied me. With effort, I got up and tried to kiss him. I held on with my back against his neck bent over and twisted, kissing him on the mouth as he continued unceasingly fucking me from behind. By twisting myself, I get it to stop and pull out that wonderful shiny coccyx thick and hard inside of me. From the corners start sucking him. With his hands he holds my head, puts everything in my mouth and starts with violent back-and-forth movements. I tried to stop but couldn't. He fainted, continued until he turned around. The first jet almost suffocates me, but after concentrating, I delicately with its spore pulled it for me, with all cock in the mouth, used the tongue and felt right at the bottom of the throat a lot of sperm. It was not very good for me but I know for him it was delicious. Leaning against the wall, he relaxed a little while I finished my "work", wiping with my tongue any trace of spore left on his penis. I stood up, leaned in submissively towards him, put my head on his shoulder and felt him want to kiss me. I showed him my mouth as if saying no but he still kissed me; I knew that there was still the taste of spores in my mouth but he said nothing. While we were kissing each other, I caressed his stick with my hand and then asked him to come into the kitchen. Even though it felt good to have given him an orgasm, I wanted more. When he penetrated me from behind, what I really desired at that moment was anal penetration. In the position where I stood in front of him with my ass steeped up for this very purpose, but he didn't show anything which would make me think that he wants me on his rectum. I wondered if he did not understand or understood and did not want. But I wanted so much to be possessed annually that I risked everything. We had a glass together in the kitchen, we smoked cigarettes and talked about us. My fear that he wouldn't accept me of his own free will was soon allayed when he told me I was having the happiest day of his life. I'm yours, my love... and you can do anything with me that you want to. He was sitting, and he invited me to sit on his lap. I sat down. He kissed me. He caressed my breasts. I unbuttoned the blouse, pulled a boob out from underneath my bra and let him suck it off of me. I took off my shirt, removed my brassiere, stood up and undressed myself in panties only, put his leg between mine, and I sat on his leg. He stroked my thighs. Tried to touch my cunt but couldn't. I got up, turned backwards, bent forward, exposed my ass, asked if I could take off my pants. Already naked, I spread my legs and joining his ones, I sat with open-leggedness completely unprotected. He pushed his legs away a little bit forcing me to be even more open. With his hand he began caressing my pussy. He put one finger in it; he took it out and passed it through my groin. Then two fingers were inserted, then three. With the fingers fused together, he scratched at my grill. What excitement! In that position, I felt an enormous desire on my anus. I started stroking my buttocks. I leaned towards him and we kissed. As we embraced each other, I could feel his hand approaching her butt. My whole body trembled. I was about to feel his caress on my anus, right in the eye of ass. As soon as he touched it, I immediately relaxed; I felt myself open up and ready for him to take me. When he put a finger inside and started pulling it out again, I could feel the spasms of orgasm coming closer. After the orgasm, I was sitting there on his fingers completely open and painless as if it were the most natural thing in this world. The movements he made with his finger even during a time when we love to relax were so pleasurable that I didn't want them to end but his position was uncomfortable for him and did not last long. I stood up and thanked him with a tender kiss. I went to get a blanket that I folded on the floor at his feet in order to provide me with a comfortable position for satisfying my desire. I knelt before him, between his legs, took out the cock and sucked it for several minutes. In this position, for the first time, I was able to put everything into his mouth. His moans were my reward. I know how much Pedro likes feeling my lips touching his balls with all of his dick around his throat. I would pull them up and stuff them so he could see me. I felt the dick right inside my throat; when erect, Peter is 22 cm long. With the stick all in, I pulled out my tongue and touched his balls. I could feel it growing longer; that was a sign he couldn't take much more. I clenched my lips together, sucking on them, pulling out my cane, stopping with her little head still inside me, using my language to suck hard at my head, holding down the pince-nez. I climb up on the table, kneeling down and sitting at my heels bending forward leaving all of my body buttock and butt completely defenseless.