Mae and son a couple pt1

One night in my room I'll fuck you like daddy never fucked you in his life, Giuliano said with those glassy eyes looking into my eyes No, Giuliano, we can't, I'm your mother, and this huge thing would never fit in my pussy. I don't want to fuck your fucking mommy, I want to fuck your bouquet, that beautiful pink bouquet that you have, and of course you can handle it. Don't talk like that, Giuliano, it's very dirty to talk like that. <unk> Enough of shy mom. It's time to free yourself. Of all the moms you are the most beautiful and hot for sure. If they didn't know, they would never say that you are a mother with that beautiful body. You are too hot mom and if you fuck, I know you will want more. Much more. I was there under Giuliano's immense body feeling his too immense member running inside my snout that was more mealy than ever. Giuliano had never given a blowjob, but moments before he had become the perfect lover, making fun of me and shamelessly twisting me around on his tongue like a slut. The slut I had never been. That shy boy with problems with girls, not even being able to kiss them, whom I was teaching how to deal with women, had transformed into a dominant male instantly and grabbed me, tore my panties and stuck his tongue in my groin without me having been able to react. And seeing the unmeasured fun he had given me, he had lost his head coming over me and was ready to penetrate me. No Giuliano, you respect me, I'm your mother. You're dripping in that sexy bouquet, mommy, it's on your face that you want me to fuck you, asking me to eat your pink bouquet. You're going to abuse your mother? When I said that, he felt like he was going too far, but he couldn't resist the hormones bubbling up in his young veins, driving him crazy, but then the weight of consciousness came, and he still pinned his giant gland on the door of my canal, scaring me, but it stopped. Mom. If you don't ask me to fuck your pussy right now, I'm going to get out of here, get up, pack my bags and I'm going to leave the house as fast as possible for far away from you because if I don't do that I'm going to rape you. I'm sorry, but I don't have the strength to resist you anymore and you know I tried with all my might, but I can't. And it's gonna be you who has to ask me to fuck you, or else I'm gonna feel guilty for the rest of my life. My cunt leaked the vaginal juices that were produced from so much excitement with my son acting that way and with his huge member on the door of my channel. If I gave in he would eat me as he wanted and dominate me and I knew that I would not rest until he poured his semen into my mouth and also had my butt. With that new dominating way he would certainly dominate me, because only by playing with him I had already gone to heaven many times. However, I knew that Giuliano would actually fulfill his promise to leave home, for he had almost left and it was only because I begged, and even with his ultimatum I made one last rational attempt. We can't lose our mother-son relationship, Giuliano. Mom, I swear to you that outside of these moments I will continue to respect you as I always have. But if you don't ask me to fuck you now, we can't have any relationship in the future. Let alone mother and son. I will never be able to come close to you for fear of doing something bad. The moment was tense and Giuliano needed an immediate response, but the pressure of the situation, it made my mind take a click and turn off from that moment and in no time, remember how everything had arrived in that situation with no return. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I remembered that my story with my son Giuliano was not a story about sex, but with sexual situations from the beginning, intricate with ordinary situations of our life as mother and son, but in that short time I could only remember the sexual part, it was as if a movie had passed at the speed of light in my mind. The moral dilemmas were many and with every step we took it seemed I was sinking into sinful and unforgivable acts, because it's very simple when we give our opinion in the life of others, but when it's in our real life everything gets complicated. There were loves, sins, regrets and desires mixing in a whirlwind of emotions and even knowing that what was happening didn't seem to be right, everything was happening without my control. And because of the moral dilemmas, everything went slowly. The origin of that ending that was about to happen had originated two years before that fateful moment that I was in, having been a fiery, sexually curious girl with a few childish pranks with my cousins, but nothing much more than a little hand here and there over our bodies. And even though I hadn't had any other experiences than my husband, because I was so hot, and he, too, had gotten pregnant at 14, and there was no way we could escape an arranged marriage, because even though our families were open-minded, they concluded that it was the right thing to do. Luckily, after our son was born, we were truly in love, and we were still passionate and hot, and we fucked each other in every way possible, and my husband completely satisfied me, so I never had to look for another man, and I never fantasized about anyone else. In order to keep our fire burning, I had always tried to keep fit, and because I got pregnant very young, my body got back in shape very quickly because I continued to study, with the help of my parents who took care of my son, and I played sports at school, plus the weekly gym I attended. They said I was pretty, and my husband always said I was very attractive. I'm five foot six, with blond hair, including the pubic hair I've always kept trimmed. I have medium breasts. A thin waist with a straight belly and wide hips, but not the exaggerated ones that look like a guitar, and a pulled butt. A thin face with lots of freckles, a fleshy mouth and green eyes. And although I was hot, I was always very reserved and modest. Yes, modest. During sex, which I always loved to have, I didn't like to use cool words. I liked to be called hot, delicious and beautiful, but not whore, bitch, etc. And using words like fuck, fuck, bitch, etc. was a taboo. I was always this contradiction of loving sex, but not verbalizing it. And much less provoking men with clothes, attitudes or creating situations. But sometimes I dressed sensuously and in some cases the black of my clothes contrasted with the redness of my red hair calling attention. So everything that had happened between me and my son up until that fateful moment was happening very slowly, partly because he pulled on me and was always very reserved and besides being sickly shy despite being a human, even going so far as to show that he had some psychological problem or trauma, and there were many attempts to take him to a therapist, but you never accepted. I was 32 years old, he was 18 and my husband 35. my husband Pedro was always handsome, dark, green eyes and with a healthy body, well-endowed and athletic with 1.88 meters and it was always very nice to make love with him. physically, my son pulled his father and at 18 years old he was already in the gym and was even more handsome than my husband with a square face of a man, 1.90 meters, healthy and with these attributes could be the chicken of the school and have any of the girls, but due to his extreme shyness it was not what happened. At home, we had never been one of those liberal families, but also not repressive and maybe because I was so modest I avoided wearing lingerie or very bold clothes and except for once or another, by accident, Giuliano did not see me in those clothes. But when he saw me there was no drama and we acted naturally. On the other hand, we always talked a lot, except about sex, because I am a science teacher and he always liked to acquire new knowledge and debate controversial issues with me. I would teach in the mornings, and then I'd have the afternoons free at home working a little bit for classes or to go to the gym and other chores, and Giuliano was a freshman in college in the mornings, too, and he'd be at home all afternoon playing video games, studying or talking to me, or going to the gym to keep that beautiful body. And it was in one of those afternoon conversations that it all started, incredibly enough, after we talked about spiritism, which neither of us was a follower of, but we were curious about it. And you Giuliano, did you find your soul mate in college? It took him a while to respond, like he was thinking of the best answer, but it was short and to the point. Not yet, mother. You must have so many girls wanting to be with you. You are mistaken, mother, I have no suitors. It's not possible Giuliano, you are so beautiful. I may be a beautiful mother, but you know I'm very shy and reserved. <unk> You have to change that son. You have to enjoy life. Date. Only then will you find your soul mate. Mom, even if I wasn't shy, I wouldn't find my soul mate there in college or anywhere else, because I already have my soul mate. I was surprised and intrigued by what he said. But who is this lucky woman, Giuliano? I sensed that he became shy and reticent, but he mustered up courage and spoke up. <unk> You mother. You are my soul mate. We like the same things. We get along very well. We are friends. And I love you more than anything. It seems that all this comes from another life if it exists, as the spirits say. His answer really took me by surprise. But Giuliano, I already have your father, how can we be soul mates, and we're mother and son? I'm not saying we have to love each other the way you love my father to be soul mates, there's no law that prevents a soul mate from being between a mother and her child, and I feel like I have a lot more to do with you than I do with my father. It could be Giuliano, after all you have my blood. I didn't want to tell you this because I knew what you were going to say, but you insisted. For me, we are soul mates and nothing will change. And you have the right to disagree. Perceiving his irritation, I gave up carrying on this conversation because he seemed irreducible. Meanwhile I was worried and intrigued by what he was thinking. Was he feeling something different about me and that was his way of saying it? Could his difficulties with girls also be for this reason? I couldn't get that conversation out of my head, and after a while I felt that Giuliano was even more introverted. He had his friends and he only went out when they basically forced him to. And he'd rather stay at home with me and attend those invitations, and I started to worry. Would Giuliano be gay and would he be like that because he didn't know how to tell us? Being a teacher of several gay students during the years that he was teaching wouldn't have a problem with that, so I started to insist with him about a girlfriend or a <unk>ficant<unk>. In one of those conversations in the living room, I started off trying not to put too much pressure on him, but I lost my hand and really pissed him off. Giuliano, my son, is there a girl with you? He was dry and angry because he didn't like to talk about it with me. No, mother. Since we were talking about everything, I thought it would be okay to ask what I asked, as concerned as I was. Giuliano, can I ask you something? He didn't want me to ask, but he was curious, so he said yes. You can, mother. You know what you are my son. You're too beautiful. Any girl would want to date you and you're never interested in any. Do you like women? He looked at me with a look between surprised and angry. What are you trying to say, Mom? I'm not saying anything, Giuliano, I'm just asking. I tried to show him that whatever the answer was, it would be with him, but he became even more possessed, and he stood up, and he looked at me with a hatred I'd never seen before, and he practically yelled at me. I'm not gay, and if I don't have a girlfriend, it's because I have problems, that's all. And he went and knocked on the door of his room far away and stayed for days without talking to me, playing hard to get and making me regret it, but he had gotten an answer, and if a handsome, intelligent, educated young man like that couldn't get a girl, something very strange would happen. After two weeks, we were slowly talking again, and I was concerned about what he had said about "having problems", and I thought I'd try to help him by giving him some tips and advice, because I was a teacher and a student counselor and had some experience with this, so I tried another argument in one of our conversations. <unk> Giuliano, I don't know who you pulled because neither I nor your father are so shy. Anyway, there are several techniques to improve this and I can give you several tips. I have had several students who didn't even speak in the classroom and slowly I was able to help many of them. Don't you want me to help you? <unk> The problem mom is that I'm not shy in class and not with friends, but only with girls. It seems that something blocks me. I'm very busy. And that makes me insecure. So I don't think you'll be able to help me no. Let it go. But I want to help you Giuliano if you have any idea how I can do that you talk to me. Okay, Mom, maybe I can't reach any girls because none of them are my soul mate. He spoke jokingly and smilingly, but I felt there was something behind that joke and tried to respond naturally. <unk> One hour you meet someone you love and everything changes my son. "Only if it's in another life when you're no longer my mother", she said with a smile. He was joking, but I was getting more and more intrigued by his insistence on being his soul mate, and not knowing what to do, I renewed my offer. If I can help you, just tell me how. That's cool, mom. From that moment on I began to notice what I had never noticed before: Giuliano looked at me a lot when I was in my gym clothes or some shorter clothes. They were very subtle and disguised looks, but they became more intense. I could feel that he seemed to want me, but like any mother, I did not want to see what was happening and thought it was just coincidences. Until one day he took advantage of a new conversation about girls and collected my offer. <unk> Mom, remember when you told me you could help me not be so shy with girls? Have you thought of anything? I thought, "Mom", but I'm so ashamed and afraid to speak. So don't be ashamed son. That's shyness. You have to fight against it. Have courage and speak to me. You know what, Mom, maybe you'll be mad at me for what I'm about to say. You're a trained man, Giuliano, will you be afraid? "You know what? I've never kissed a girl. You could teach me how to kiss", he said, looking at the floor and looking worried about my answer. Your proposal caught me completely off guard and even though I always have quick answers to everything I didn't know what to say. You want me to tell you how to do it? I want you to teach me in practice so I can kiss girls without fear. But Giuliano, I'm your mother, I can't do that with you. You're just going to teach me. You're not going to go beyond that. Once you think you've learned, we don't have to do this anymore. It's not going to Giuliano, I can't do it. But Mother, it was you who said that you would help me solve my problem and that it was for me to ask. I'm sorry my son, it won't work. Being modest and completely satisfied with my husband, I had no sexual needs that would push me to do this with my son and even if I had them it would be difficult to fulfill his request. Despite being handsome and having a masculine body I had never had that kind of thought with him. He was my son, for God's sake. The conversation ended and only after a few weeks I had the courage to return to the topic of a girlfriend. You don't have a girlfriend yet? I've tried to change, but I'm stuck, I think I'm going to be single. I felt like it was a little bit of emotional blackmail for not helping him learn how to kiss, but I stood my ground. If that's the case, son, we need to get some psychological help. I'm not going to talk about it with anyone else. But I can't, Giuliano, I'm your mother, it wouldn't be right. Just don't ask me if I have a girlfriend anymore. You just embarrass me with these questions and you don't want to help. But Giuliano... He interrupted me and played hardball. Please don't talk to me about it anymore and I won't ask you to help me anymore. I didn't bring it up anymore, but I got worried and months went by and I didn't see him with any girl, and that's when my perfect world came crashing down one day when my husband wanted to talk. Luana, I need to have a serious talk with you. This is Peter. Do you remember that every time we talked about the betrayals of a couple of friends I always said that I would never betray you while we were married? It scared the hell out of me. Of course, Peter, you also know that I would never betray you, but because you're saying that, I'm afraid to ask. <unk> I didn't cheat on you Luana, but something happened. I met another woman and I feel that I have to live a story with her. I've always loved you and I still love you, but maybe I can't keep my promise not to cheat on you if we stay married. What I feel is very strong. Forgive me. I started to cry and there were long minutes of nonconformity about how what he was telling me could make sense of him still loving me but wanting to have an affair with another woman, but when I saw how determined he was and how unfortunately he was being sincere and honest I couldn't help but accept. You know I love you, Peter, and your attitude is destroying our family, but I can't force you to stay with me. <unk> Luana, the amazing thing is that I love you too. Maybe in a month, a year or five years I'll come back and kneel in front of you asking for forgiveness to come back, but I need to have that experience. We got married too young and I think we lost something. Even if I love you, it'll be hard to accept you back, Peter. I can even forgive you because you're being honest, but accepting you back won't happen. He was right when he said that we got married too young and lost our youth and I understood, but obviously I didn't accept. The next day he wanted to talk to Giuliano who I thought would be very sorry for our separation and strangely he remained silent and did not show any displeasure with our decision. The only thing he said and was emphatic is that he would stay with me. Pedro was not surprised because he knew of our closeness and also must have liked it because he could have more intimacy with his new girlfriend. Pedro was loyal leaving me all the real estate outside the company with several rentals, but I had to give up my share in the company, but not in his favor but for Giuliano. In this way, we were very well financially and by the way that our separation was made, in peace with Pedro. Soon after Peter leaves our house falls into a deep sadness. In these cases many women would stop taking care of themselves and some would start taking care of themselves as they never took care of themselves. At least in this I kept taking care of myself as I always did and the sadness was only emotional not wanting to go out with friends, all married or dating, for shame. I became antisocial and the only contacts were with my students and Giuliano, increasingly worried about me was getting closer and closer. One day, wanting to be kind and improve my astral started a conversation. It's time for you to react. You're only 33 and you're very young and very beautiful. Giuliano, I'll get an hour, but it's hard. You don't have to be like that for Daddy, I told you he wasn't your soul mate. Maybe I wasn't a son, but I always believed I was, and it's hard. I told you I'm your soul mate, Mom. So discouraged with life I didn't even have the strength to argue with him because of his insistence. Giuliano, whether you're my soul mate or not I don't know, but now I only have you and I'm going to need your help a lot. And it seemed to me that he was waiting for me to say that. <unk> Mother. I've been thinking about it a lot. You don't leave the house anymore. You don't go to the cinema or the restaurant or the mall. Anyway, you don't do anything you like to do anymore. If you accept, I can keep you company to do all this again as if I were your rented husband, she said with a smile. And he went on. I'd love to. And when you're better and you've got someone, we'll stop. In that time you've already taken advantage and taught me some techniques on how to behave with a woman and so it helps me too. What do you think? Nearly 19 years old, Giuliano with the size of his body could pass for being 22 or 23 years old, and even at 33 years old recently, there were many people, especially Giuliano, who told me that I looked like a girl and that I looked like 25 years old, so that no one would think that we would be mother and son and I could have fun with more freedom and security having my son with me. I found his proposal tempting because I myself had said that he would have to support me and to try to return to my life it would be good to start going out and having fun. Although at first it was with my son, it would be a push. The only thing that worried me was his comment that I should teach him how to act with a woman. But I believed I could handle the situation. I think it's a great idea, Giuliano, I'm going out and I'm going to have the best company in the world who loves me and will never leave me, I said with a big smile. He also gave a beautiful smile and, showing all his happiness at my answer, gave me a tight, warm embrace. I'm happy to help you. I'll be envied by many men having a beautiful redhead like you by my side. You're too beautiful. Thank you, son. You want to cheer up your mommy? I want to cheer you up, but I'm telling you because it's true, you'll see when we go out together. Thank you for doing this for me son I will also see a lot of beautiful girl looking at you But I'll have the prettiest one with me. It was a really good conversation, and it really cheered me up knowing that I was going to get out of the house and have great company even as Giuliano, and we started with basic trips like shopping and going to the movies and restaurants, and as soon as I went out for a simple trip to the mall, I started showing him what he should do. Giuliano, since you would be with your girlfriend, you would need to walk hand in hand with her. Happy with life, he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go. We might even find someone we knew, but it wasn't much of a mother and son holding hands. They would think I was needy because of the separation, and I was, and they would think that my son was doing that to make me less needy. Which was also true. When we went to the movies it was the same thing and we held hands almost the whole movie. And when we went out for dinner for the first time in a good restaurant, I dressed well whimsical and with a black tube in contrast to my brushed hair and when Giuliano saw it did not fail to notice. <unk> Wow mom. How wonderful you look. I think I'm going to be jealous, she said smiling. <unk> Thanks for the compliment son. I wanted to feel beautiful today, as I haven't for a long time. You're beautiful too. Arriving at the restaurant, as soon as we handed the car to the driver Giuliano came to give his hand to me and I did not leave and whispered in his ear. Here it's more appropriate like this. And he smiled and he put his hand on my waist on the side, and he gave me a very tight grip, and he made me feel protected by this beautiful man, and when we walked in, I felt a lot of eyes on us, both men and women, and it made me feel alive. When we sat down at the table, I had something else to say to Giuliano in order for him to learn to deal with a woman. Giuliano, since you must be thinking that you're my boyfriend you won't call me mom. <unk> And from what I call you mommy... and smiled <unk> Call me Luana or love, after all you love me and anyway I'm your love, aren't I? Of course it's mommy...my love, you said happy life. From now on, where no one knows us, I will also call you my love or Giuliano. We had a wonderful and happy dinner, we drank a bottle of wine, making us cheerful and less inhibited, and altogether he took advantage of the situation still in the room when we got back home, he took me by the waist, but now with both hands and put me in front of him. It was a great night, wasn't it, Mom? I haven't been this happy in a long time. I also loved Mom. You're beautiful and happy, which makes me happy. So can I ask you something? Of course you can. So, in order not to be rude to a girlfriend when I go to say goodbye to her after we leave, I need to know how to kiss. Even though I was tall, I felt the pressure to ask Giuliano to do it again. Son, forgive me, but I already said we can't. If you want me to date, I need to know how to kiss. No one will find out and you won't be cheating on anyone. Just teach me. Please. For the first time I wavered at Giuliano's request. He was trying so hard to see me happy again being a loving and kind son and surely only because of him I had not fallen into depression. And it would be just a kiss. What could be wrong? And in the captivating way that beautiful man in front of me asked me, it was impossible to refuse. The way you've been treating me and helping me, my love, I feel obligated to do it for you. He was expecting a new refusal as at other times and when I agreed he opened a beautiful smile of happiness. I can't believe this. Yes, my son, you want to learn and I will teach you. He still held my waist, but his body was detached from mine, so I wrapped my arms around his neck. Giuliano, you repeat what I do. Trembling, he answered. Yes, mother. Looking into his beautiful hypnotized green eyes I drew my fleshy lips closer to his lips and as soon as I touched him I felt a shiver because I was kissing my son. At first I only kissed his lips and he did the same. Slowly I put my tongue inside his mouth and started to move and Giuliano tried to do the same, but his movements were blocked. He really didn't know how to kiss and if he had done that with a girl the first time she would have been disappointed. He was all tense and showed his nervousness. So I made a slight stop. <unk> My son, you can't be so tense. Relax and feel the kiss and let yourself go. The movements don't have to have a certain rhythm. You need to have a feeling. I'll try. I'm sorry. I said I had to learn. <unk> Slowly you learn. I pulled his head with my arms again and we glued our mouths together again. This time Giuliano was going more slowly and was already kissing better. Gradually he started to get nice and he was already getting the hang of it. From then on he would only need practice and some small adjustments. Our kiss was slow and without that eagerness and even being nice I didn't feel anything but the satisfaction of helping my son. Only after a few minutes I felt that Giuliano still needed to relax because he didn't lean on my body. If he was with a girlfriend he would have to be feeling the body of his girlfriend next to his. I stopped a little to collect this attitude. Giuliano, the kiss is getting better, but you have to feel your girlfriend's body. I saw in Giuliano's face his concern and I thought it was because he had to start the kiss, but soon I realized that was not the reason. He put his lips on mine and started a nice kiss and when he hugged me and leaned on my body it was that I felt the reason for his concern. His hard member was leaning on my belly with our clothes between them and it seemed to me to be very big and thick. Even bigger than his father's. That kiss became more and more delicious and that feeling of feeling his hard member pulsing leaning made me go up an electric shock through the spine to the tip of my hair. I was no longer the sexually satisfied woman I used to be. Months after my separation, I hadn't had sex with anyone and I relieved myself a few times with a few masturbations. I felt my cock growling and flowing in abundance and my panties immediately soaked with that handsome man pulling me more and more against his body making me feel chills as he kissed me. For a moment I enjoyed that situation until the moment I fell into reality and saw that I was excited by my son and him by me and that I could not continue. In order not to scare him I calmly separated from his body and his mouth a bit panting. I think you're all right Giuliano. You're already kissing well. From now on you'll just have to practice with some girl. You won't be ashamed anymore. It's a pity you stopped Mother, now that I was getting the hang of it. You've got the Giuliano way, now get a girl. Thank you for the lesson. It was delicious, he spoke with some malice. With almost no control over my body, I shot into my room and locked myself in there, and I burst into tears, feeling guilty about what I had done to my son, a man of my body, but still 19 years old. The problem was that my underwear was soaked, and the excitement spoke louder and I masturbated desperately thinking about him, even though I didn't want to think about it, and I had fun like I hadn't had in a long time. And I cried again for having done that. After the bath I tried to sleep, but it took hours. Fortunately the next day was a Saturday and I wouldn't have to work and I woke up late.