Mother and son relationship 2

Hello readers, I hope you've enjoyed the prelude to my story. It had been a few weeks that my mother and I were closer than ever. The separation from her and my father really did her good. She was more radiant, smiling, taking better care of herself, getting her hair and nails done, and I was really happy for her. I started encouraging her to go out, to enjoy life, because she was 39 years old, she was a young and very beautiful woman. I, on the other hand, was more focused than ever on my studies. I would run home from school and have lunch studying. There were a few days left before Enem, and I needed to get a good grade to get my dream computer engineering scholarship. I spent many, many hours studying, but I got into the habit of sleeping with my mother. She was happy to have me there, and I would somehow leave her safe because I had filled a space in the bed. The day of the exam came and I was very nervous. I had really dedicated myself to get a good grade. When I came home on the first day, there was a baggage. My mother was waiting for me to help choose something for dinner. I told her that I would like to eat something lighter because I was a bit tense and I wanted to be 100% for the second day of the exam. She prepared dinner and we had dinner together. Then after we finished, she asked me: - Son, would you like to watch a movie together? - I don't know, Mom, I'm a little impatient and tired. I saw that she really wanted to spend some more mother-son time, especially since we haven't been interacting much these past few days. Okay, Mommy, go pick out a movie for us while I clear the table, and get the pillows and the blanket, too. - She exclaimed happily and went out to prepare things. I organized the kitchen, the dirty dishes and I went to watch the movie with Mom. The sofa was big so she put one on each end, I in the back and my mother more towards the end. She had chosen the comedy Colorful Friendship because she said she thought Justin Timberlake very kkkkk cat. As the movie began some scenes a little more "spicy" so to speak, nothing daring but it was enough to give me a certain erection and leave my mother more agitated, kind of restless. At a certain moment of this restlessness, Mom crashes the heel of his left foot right on my cock. So she lifts her head and looks at me saying: - What's the matter, Lipe, are you excited about so little? - Ahhh mom you know how it is, I've been alone for a long time and I'm not finding time for anything, much less for fucking. - I spoke in a relaxed way, a bit embarrassed by the bump in me and the perception of her with my excitement. The movie ended and we went to bed, everything normal as usual. The last day of Enem had been closed and with it it seems that a burden had been lifted from my back. When I got home my mother said that she had ordered pizza to celebrate. I was so happy because my mother knows how much I love pizza. Here she takes a bottle of red wine and opens it, filling two cups. She handed it to me and said to toast. I asked her if she could drink, after all I was not yet 18 years old. She said yes, that I was at home, under her supervision and that it would not be a glass of wine that would make me bad or turn me into an alcoholic. Deaf sisters would smile and we toasted. We had a lot of conversation, I had only drunk one cup and my mother was already in the second glass of cinema. Because I didn't exaggerate, I couldn't even be happy and she was watching everything and we continued to drink until the evening came, and my mother suggested that we take a glass of wine and drink until dinner. I readily accepted, because I loved these moments with her and I know how good it was for her to have her boy as her partner, and we arranged everything, and we put the mattress on the floor, and I got a chocolate bar, and Mom brought the bottle of wine that was almost finished, and we lay down and we started debating what movie we were going to start with, and then she said, - Let's start with something light because I'm not in the mood to get turned on like you were last night! I'm going to put on something really light so we can see how about Fifty Shades of Grey? - If you're not up for seeing your mother touch herself, I'd advise you not to put this no. Strangely enough, it turned me on, maybe because I'd been happy with wine and needy and sexless for so long, and I also felt lighter and less restrained in my words, and because I'd always had a partnership with my mother, we'd still be joking about it. - If you're gonna do something, whine low and don't be a hypocrite if I do it too! When you brought your little girlfriend here on some weekends she looked like a cat in heat and you thought it was great. - Maybe because it wasn't MY MOTHER moaning? - It's so fresh, it doesn't even look like it's been punched in the face these days with its own MOM on the side. I was very embarrassed. She really knew that I had done something that night, that it was not something "unintentional" or "half asleep". But as I said before, strangely it was exciting me. The truth is that I had never seen my mother with evil eyes. I knew that she was very beautiful and attractive, and now taking care of herself was better than ever, but she was still my parent. Only at that moment, with the wine in mind I began to leave the modesty a bit aside. On the other hand, I knew that it was the wine that was talking there and not my mother, but I still decided to put the matter into context: - Ahhh you mean you were listening to your son fuck and you were spying on him when he beat up a Carla? First of all, I didn't want to hear you banging that bitch over there, and second of all, you were lying in my bed, and it was inevitable that I wouldn't feel the way the bed was moving and the smell of fucking that came up after a while. You've been my age, you know. My son, my son, in your time I was flying I'll never forget the day your grandmother caught me touching myself in my room I thought I was alone in the house and she came out of nowhere I took a beating that day From that moment on, my mother and I began to talk more about sex. I didn't see the size of the penis, but we were like two friends telling each other their experiences, what I liked and what I didn't like to do, and the more the subject unfolded, the more passionately I was going to do it. I felt the "innocence" of mother and son coming out of my head little by little to every thing she talked about her. I never imagined that my mother was so depraved. I discovered that just like me, she also liked to unwind the problems by transitioning and that she would get annoyed when she was too long without enjoying. The more she talked, the more I tried to disguise my erection, and in this I began to notice the wonderful picture of the doll of the baby doll that my mother used to use. I really had a beautiful woman inside the house and didn't like it, and I decided that the more the subject unfolded, the more passionately I was going to do it. I felt the "innocence" of mother and son coming out of my head little bit by bit to every thing she talked about her. I never imagined that my mother was so depraved. - I love you, my baby. - I love you too, Mom, I love you too.