Tearing up Mommy IV's underwear

Clarice and Décio, mother and son, have just arrived home, and are greeted at the entrance by the husband who with tears in his eyes embraces the son he has not seen for six months. Décio came in a navy uniform from the school where he studies. The father, quite proud, is effusive in his embrace and even kisses his son's cheeks. Décio is stubborn, but does not have the courage to get rid of his father. You're going to choke our pimple! And you, my love, how was Brazil? I'll tell you about it later. The husband gives her a light hug and kisses her on the cheek. During the stay in Rio de Janeiro, Clarice told all her sorrow about the unhappy marriage she had and that only the two of them, Décio and her older sister Dassine, were the only joys. In the bedroom, Clarice is undressing when her husband enters and asks her to tell him the news. As she speaks, she undresses and does not notice that her husband is mouthing open staring at her beautiful and sculpted body. - Clarice, what are those purple marks around her... her... her... thighs? Clarice has a slight trembling in her body from seeing herself uncovered in her husband's eyes and from the true cause of those spots. How do I explain that these spots are suckers and suckers that I've had for two days in a row! My God, it's true! You're all marked here between the thighs! And my God! Look at my ass! While she herself examines her body and is lost in daydreaming, her husband seems to have lost interest in such purple stains and again asks how the interview with the lawyer went. - Mosquitoes. I think I'm allergic to something and the mosquitoes bit me too. Ah, the interview... well, I'm now the sole owner of the farm. We don't know how much tax I'll pay yet. Huuum, before I forget, where is Mrs. Dassine? She's older, but living in this house, she has to give us satisfaction! Looks like he went with Mr. Rafer to Greece. - As much as we can, we're going to keep this Rafer from coming to our house, and you, stop calling him sir. But we can't do that, our daughter is in love with him, we have to treat him well, right? That bastard could be my father, my father, and there's my little girl who's not even nineteen yet. What's my fault? If you had tried harder and not been afraid of a challenge, we'd be in a much better position and our daughter wouldn't have been seduced by the first millionaire pedophile to come along! That doesn't make Mr. Rafer a pedophile, and... what happened to you? - Forget about it! Clarice leaves the suite, banging on the bathroom door behind you. During the day, Clarice and her son rest due to the time zone. In the evening, Decius says he will see his friends again. Clarice and her husband eat dinner alone. She has a mysterious smile on her lips and hardly speaks. In the kitchen, her husband finds her washing dishes and singing softly. He feels happy because he knows that his wife is happy and then everything comes to peace again. He was unable to go to his wife and embrace her. Around ten o'clock, the husband is sleepy and says he's going to sleep. An hour later, Décio arrives and after a few minutes he enters the bathroom to take a shower. The house was old and the boxing was actually a bathtub with an opaque plastic curtain. Decius is waiting for the water to warm up when the curtain is pulled back and it is no surprise that he takes his mother's hand and helps her up into the tub. Clarice, completely naked with her sculpted body, is embraced tightly by her son who eagerly searches for his mouth. She reciprocates the kiss, holding with both hands her son's face while the two tongues exchange caresses twisting into each other. <unk>What madness, my god, what madness! And how this son knows how to kiss! Ai ai ai, this prick rubbing between my thighs, Aaaah! I'm going to finish it right now! Ai ai how delicious! I feel the pulse of his prick! Ai ai ai, the prick is pulsating under my headband, aaaaaah ai ai! And this tongue that makes me lose my breath! Ai ai I'm going to have fun! I'm holding on, I'm holding on!<unk> One of the son's hands firmly holds one of the buttocks by the lower part, the other hand goes through the other thigh and lifts it, causing Clarice to stop squeezing her dick. In compensation, without even touching it, Decius manages to insert it into his mother's vagina. Clarice peers inside her son's mouth and begins to rub violently against his groin. She interrupts the kiss by passing one of her arms around his neck and with the other hand she grabs a handful of hair and pulls the son's head back. She seems to be possessed by the demon of lust. Her lips are open but her teeth are closed and breathing through them comes a sensual squeak. She pulls her head towards him and kisses him for a few seconds. Again she pulls him away by his hair. The child senses when her body begins to tremble, and without stopping to look at each other, the mother throws her head back once, letting out a long groan. - You are a disaster! It's my disaster, you bastard! You have no remorse for doing this to me? Why? Why, dear, why me and you? If we get caught... aaah.... if we get caught... I'll... I'll be arrested... aaaah, but I don't care... I don't care! You drive me crazy with pleasure! What a depraved thing... you fuck me... you fuck me while... your father is... sleeping!! Ay ay, you fuck your father! You fuck me and you're... you're fucking your father, aaaah! Kiss me, kiss me, molested! Clarice's joyful scream echoes in her son's mouth for a few long seconds. Then she begins to slide inertly through Decio's body, which promptly shelters her. The cold water on her face brings Clarice back to her senses, still panting. She is kneeling at her son's feet with the water falling on her face. Open the hot water, darling! Dammit Décio! You are a sin in human form! Just thinking of you makes me want to give... everything! - I didn't have fun... yet! - And what do you want? - Ah, you know... You're asking your mommy to put her chicken in her mouth and suck it till you make fun of it, is that it? You're not my mother now, you're Dona Clarice, my mistress, the woman of my dreams. - Keep going. Sucking in all the scent of the cock a few inches from her face, Clarice gives a long suck at the tip of her head, trying to insert the tip of her tongue into her son's urethra. You're just Clarice now, not a mother or a lady. Decio's words have an immediate effect on Clarice's libido. It's wonderful to be depraved by her own son, she thinks. Nothing to fear, for there is mutual trust and Clarice wants very much to be the promiscuous female of Decio, her male. Every day, every day, at least once, I want you to come suck me... suck me good... good... like now! Just like that... just like that... good... like I taught you... remember? Two days ago... you... you sucked my dick... for... the first time... Clarice is in ecstasy listening to her son tell her those things. She that more and more of his farting inside her mouth. It's as if she wants to burst with his roll. She needs the bursting in her little holes by his roll. She shivers trying to swallow more roll and feels her head rubbing against the back of her throat. Clarice chokes and coughing lets the roll escape from inside her mouth with a flowing trail of white goo. The son goes with the tip of the pike to her breasts and collects some of this gum. Then taking the mother by one of the arms makes her stand up and stand back to him. You're going to fuck me, you're going to fuck your little mama, you got the guts? - I'm going to fuck Clarice, my little whore, like this. Do you like my ass, do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, do you like it? The bathroom door opens and a sleepy husband enters the bathroom. The two stand motionless and silent, dying of fright. As they listen to the characteristic sound of urine falling into the pot, Clarice slowly begins a sensual scramble with her son's poo half-stuck in her pillow. It seems that the husband's urine has no end, because Clarice was rolling and swallowing the roll with the cushion until the pulps of her butt touched the groin of her son and the urine still continued. Decio, bursting with excitement, embraces his mother passionately and begins a slow in and out on his mother's pillow. When he presses his lips against the curve of her neck and gives her a blowjob, she can't stop a groan from escaping her lips. Clarice, are you taking a shower at this hour? - Yes it's me <unk> replies the mother being enraptured <unk> I'm taking... taking all... all I have the right to! - Why are you stuttering? Go to sleep, it's cold in here. We have to save gas! - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! It's a good thing the last "yes" was said when the husband was closing the door behind him. In the morning, Clarice found father and son drinking coffee. Saying good morning to her husband, she leans over and hugs her son from behind and kisses him on the face. Looking at her husband, she whispers near Decius' ear. You're the cause of his horns, you bastard! Decio's face turns red and his father takes the opportunity to make a joke. - Arran, don't tell me your mother found out what you've been up to! He's already dating a girl he met in Brazil. But in Brazil... what a pity! He's only staying for a month. But look what the others are going to say... duty first! Clarice makes a muzzle with her mouth and, without looking at her husband, whispers to her son. You know that movie, "Last Tango in Paris", you know the butter auction? A few minutes passed and both of them imagined that the father had gone out. Clarice knelt between her son's legs and began sucking from where she had stopped the night before. She managed to swallow some more, but not to the end because she choked again. Her eyes filled with tears and her face was all licked by the gum. A little remodeled, she leans over the table, lifts the hem of her robe, exposes her beauty and the current object of her son's desire. - Take the butter and pass it... with the knife, no, donkey... with your fingers, like this, like this... now pass it on your mother's pillow, pass it... now do the rest! A minute later, Clarice had lifted her upper body and was standing with only her hands resting on the table, her head thrown back on her son's chest, her eyes closed, her mouth half open, and a broad smile of satisfaction. Decius has one of his arms under his mother's breasts and the other hand between his robe caresses her pussy. He gives vigorous blocks against Clarice's buttocks. Suddenly, the door opens and the figure of his father appears, unable to remove his hand from the knob as he is paralyzed by what he sees. This time it's the son who has the quicker presence of mind. He hugs his mother, now with both arms, and lifts her off the ground. Two balls of gum that had lodged in Clarice's throat are forcefully ejected to within a few inches of her father's shoes. This is the best way to expel what is suffocated! - Aanran, I see you've learned the first aid manual well! One phone call kept me until now. This time I'm really going. - I'm still suffocating! The husband still listened to his wife's words before closing the door.