Quick and Smooth Accounts: A Surprise on the Ballot

(Note: this story was written before the advent of the Coronavirus pandemic)
I was enjoying a ballad accompanied by my friend and his girlfriend, tired of holding candle, with no prospects; I had some beers and got very excited; there for so many, I thought that the best thing to do is fall off ... perhaps a handshake and then sleep were the best options in this situation. At that moment, I met another friend who also seemed inclined to drop out from there; we greeted each other and he asked me some questions which made me curious.
- Dude, tell me something ..., your mother separated from his father? <unk> he began to ask, somewhat wired.
I thought it was some kind of joke, but the old man doesn't know what he is doing.
"Um, I know... and does she have a habit of going out alone?" he asked again.
- As far as I know, she hasn't been out for a while! <unk> I answered somewhat bewildered.
"Nothing, leave it alone!" he replied.
The questions must have a reason! What's the bid?
-Well..., don't be mad at me, but I just saw a woman very much like your mother here <unk> he replied still clumsily.
And how do you know she looks like my mother?
-Look..., he won't get mad at me, but with that ass and the smile on his face it could only be her.
I wanted to laugh because I always liked my mother's ass too, but I held myself back without looking aggressive or offended. I asked him where he had seen this woman and he told me that he saw her near the bar; then I said I was leaving as it was very warm there, so he wouldn't suspect that I would confirm his story and satisfy my curiosity.
I walked around for a while, then got to the bar; ordered some beer and was watching ... all of a sudden I saw her. To my surprise this woman looked very much like my mother even looking from afar; I tried to get closer so that I could see her more clearly; when at last I reached a privileged position, it gave me great shock because she was really my mother! She was accompanied by two friends whom I also knew and they were drinking and laughing in relaxation as if enjoying the songs being sung by approaching males.
My first impulse was to go up and give her a loud tantrum; where have you ever seen one? A married woman fluttering in a ballad? Not to mention the clothes, an extremely tight dress with provocative cleavage and whore-like makeup! My blood boiled but I controlled myself because it would not be advisable to do so publicly. I called for my father and after three attempts he answered with the voice of someone who had already taken all those drinks and some more! After drawing his attention on account of his diabetes, I asked him where he was.
With difficulty expressing himself, he replied that he was at a friend's house playing cards; I thought of telling him about my mother but did not think it right ..., as I knew that my old man lost track of time when he played, I had a very good idea.
Although I lived alone, I still had the key to my parents' house; I knocked on it and as soon as I got there I went in and stood in the room sitting in an armchair with the lights off. Then I called my mother; at first she didn't answer; I tried again, but this time I heard her voice; I think she was somewhere quieter waiting for me. "Hello grandson! Are you all right? Has something happened?" she asked, unable to hide her anxious tone of voice.
-Tô at a friend's house, drinking and throwing conversation away <unk> she replied, trying to soften the tone of her voice <unk> But I was already leaving ..., can we talk more tomorrow?
I answered yes and said goodbye, making myself wait; it didn't take more than half an hour for me to hear the noise of a car. Looking through the window curtain in my living room, I saw my mother coming down from what looked like an app-car. I sat back in her chair and waited; as soon as she opened the door and turned on the light, she let out a scream at seeing me ..., her look was a mixture of surprise and some fear. "Fuck you grandson! You scared me! What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to gain control over the situation.
-What am I doing here? <unk> asked with an irritated tone <unk> I'm waiting for you ..., I know where you were! I was in that ballad too! Damn, mother! What did you look for? Macho?
- Watch how you talk to your mother, respect me <unk> she shouted while closing the door.
You're the one who ought to be respected, in a ballroom dancing and drinking all on offer.
You don't even know what I go through and...
At that moment, she started crying and collapsed on the couch. "Your father doesn't give a damn about me anymore! I think with all his whores he cares ... how do you feel?" she laughed in an understated voice. Then her sobbing touched my ears; I got up from my chair and sat next to her on the sofa, embracing her, trying to console her. Her body clung to mine and shivers ran through my skin as I felt an erection arise.
The moment I looked at the neckline of my mother's dress, I realized that there was nothing else besides her own dress. "Damn it, Mom! Are you without a bra?" I asked in surprise and instinctively pulled back on seeing its stiff beaks. She tried to free herself from me but I held tightly as she lowered her hand between her legs, reaching inside him and discovering that there wasn't anything there either except for a smooth warm moist little mouthful!
I asked, staring into her eyes. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" She was crazy to give me that bottle! And while I spoke, I explored the bottom with my fingers, feeling its viscous moisture, complaining that my mother had a hard-on!
-Stop it, boy ..., I'm your mother <unk> she snapped, still trying to get rid of me.
- I know that! But your pussy is so hot, Mom. <unk> I replied by fucking her pussy even more <unk> Uhhhhh! That's delicious!
Mother tried to fall off, but as I swirled that juicy little kiss she gave in slowly...so much so that she ended up spreading her legs and letting herself be carried away by the moment.
<unk>Ay! Ay, son! No! We must stop ..., your father may arrive and ...<unk>, she babbled feeling my hungry mouth sucking her breasts with a voracious appetite! I didn't listen to her, dedicating myself to fingering her vagina and nursing her boobs. The weather was warming up, but she still resisted, claiming that my dad, her husband, could come at any moment.
-I know the old man well... when he gets into his game, he forgets about the world! <unk> I said at one point, sticking two fingers in her pocket and making her let out a scream.
Overcome with excitement and impatience, I got up and opened my trousers by pulling out the hard roll; Mother's eyes sparkled as she saw my thick, tough tool pointed at her. "Little boy, what is this? What kind of heavy roll do you have?" she remarked exasperatedly while holding it in one hand, feeling its dimensions and rigidity.
I didn't think of anything else, took the roll from her hand and brought it closer to her mouth; at first she still resisted, refusing to swallow it. Taken by an unusual irritation, I slapped her face; she looked at me with a puzzled expression: "Don't be so sweet, bitch! Suck my roll!"
In a few moments, my mother nursed me with an immense voracity; now she licked it and then suckled it. Now she squeezed the glans between her lips - all this without neglecting my balls which she manipulated masterfully. Feeling the delicious blowjob, I took advantage to play with my nipples making her even more excited. I let her breastfeed because I knew that she must have been in drought for a long time.
Some time after, I made him get up and took off his dress even with some resistance on her part; threw it over the sofa and also undressed myself by climbing upon it and driving my bang into its jelly bottle; it was a perfect fit, with the scroll sliding inside of it, filling it completely; she sighed deeply as she felt full from my roll, looking at me and smiling happily.
I began to move, striking deeply, keeping a slow rhythm, savoring the female's moans and sighs; gradually increasing my speed, punching harder and deeper ..., resulted in successive taunts which were verbalized accompanied by screams and prolonged groanings. My mother was mad with pleasure, projecting her pelvis against me as retaliation, begging that I suckle her breasts, which I did gladly.
I kicked that pussy a lot, made my mom laugh over and over again, and as unbelievable as it may seem, I still had gas to fuck much more! Our bodies were hot and sweaty with the perspiration trickling down without any respite.
At one point, my mother was almost out of breath and asked us to stop because she needed a break; I pulled the still-hard roll from her vagina and displayed it proudly, evidencing that there were many more bullets in the needle. "My God! Grandson, your roll is as stiff as stone!!!! I've never seen such a male before!!!", she remarked with pride while manipulating his bangla with one hand; naked we went into the kitchen for water.
As she went down to the sink and poured out her glasses, I looked at that gorgeous ass which had always been coveted by all of us and felt an urge to touch it; so this is what I did: patting and rolling my opulent, rolled-up buttocks. My mother glanced over my shoulder and smiled.
What the fuck are you doing? " she complained, but without much resistance.
I didn't respond; instead, I made her lift one of her legs by propping it up on the sink while bending her body forward to expose my area of interest. I got down on my knees and started licking her ass; she outlined a reaction but was soon groaning with excitement; without losing my temper, I ran to the fridge and took a jar of margarine, began sucking at her little hole, then applied it to my member.
I gave a single blow, burying the glans; my mother groaned and then grumbled but held firmly to her posture.
I punched deep and fast, realizing that she was manipulating her grill by masturbating at the same time as being enraged.
We stayed in that private paradise for a while, until I realized the pleasure was coming and warned her of what would happen. "Don't enjoy it yet ..., I want to feel your cunt in my mouth! Come on!" she said with an imploring tone. I did not pretend to be pleased but acted upon his request by pulling out the roll from her ass as I waited for her to get down on one knee. I violently masturbated myself looking at my mother's anxious face waiting for my cock. Ending up enjoying myself so furiously that I gave her a semen bath.
What she managed to retain with her mouth, I proudly displayed and swallowed soon afterwards while her hands licked the body with the load that had left it. Exhausted we crawled up on the sofa and lay prostrate for a time in it. My mother at one point warned me that it would be advisable for me to leave before my father returned. "All right but give some little bites here so you can keep them clean!"
Before I left, I took her in my arms and kissed her, squeezing her affectionately. "After what happened today, no more looking for a man on the street, understand? Now you have one just for yourself!"
-If you promise to always fuck me nice like today, I don't have to look for anything else! <unk> she replied cheerfully.