It was all thanks to my brother!

I always found my mother to be a beautiful and sensual woman; from an early age, I would sit watching her walk around the house taking care of me ..., finally, a natural idolatry that gradually evolved into something more libidinous, especially when it reached its first peak in adolescence between sixteen and seventeen years old. The first striking event that made me see Mom as a delightfully desirable female occurred when inadvertently I spotted her leaving the bathroom..., she was naked!
My eyes sparkled and my whole body was gripped by a delicious, electrifying shiver; I stood in my room with the door half-open so that she did not notice me peeping at her; Eleonora, my mother, lay naked...and what an exquisite figure! The breasts of medium to large sizes, still restlessly firm from their hard nipples and broad auras, made me involuntarily salivate and felt my point stiffened almost painfully.
The inviting belly framed further down, a hairless vagina which I was supposed to be devotedly shaved; and when she turned her back on me, I saw that pair of rolled buttocks and provocative opulence.
The scene was so maddening, that I could not resist; I pulled my stick out of the bermuda and started a vigorous hand job which made me even more excited and gasping for breath ..., at the moment when she turned towards me and applied the cream on her breasts, rubbing with circular movements, I went to the apex of my hardness, and enjoyed like crazy! My member still vibrated in light strokes as I looked at it.
When my private show was over, the moment she wrapped herself in a towel and went into her room, I thought about how to clean up the damage that had been done; I looked at the floor full of enormous splashes of sperm and tried to arrange a way for cleaning it all with the help of an old underwear and T-shirt, objects which I hid as well as possible so that when the time came I could get rid of them.
At that moment, it was the time when I knew for sure that I wanted my mother more than anything! And needed to have her, possess her ..., fuck her! Unfortunately, an unexpected event put my intention in waiting mode ... mom got pregnant! and nine months later my brother Gonçalo was born .... they were torturous months, including those where she stayed behind. All his attention was focused on the little one ..., and if he competed against me, then also with my father..., which wasn't a good thing...for me of course!
Lourenço, my father distanced himself from the marriage; he claimed that I no longer had sex and that my mother became a woman without grace ..., I even believe that he must have sought some <unk>sossego<unk> outside of home ..., but this did not interest me ..., what worried me was to see my mother languishing in such a way ... with small child ..., and without sex!
One Sunday morning, my father as usual went to the soccer game with his friends that always lasted until mid-afternoon. I was helping my mother with household chores when Goncalo started crying.
"I think he wants to suck", she said with a certain tone of discomfort.
Go feed your brother, I said with some enthusiasm.
As soon as I finished what I had to do, I went into Mom's room to see how she was dealing with my brother ..., and upon entering the room I saw a vision of paradise with her and my brother!
Sitting on the edge of her bed, bare-chested and breastfeeding to a child; with her bosom in plain view, her beak disappearing into my brother's mouthpiece, I was so excited that my cock immediately hardened!
"What is it, boy? Have you never seen that?" she asked, looking at me with a smile on her face.
Yes, yes I've seen it before but... you gave me the will!
Eleonora asked with a laugh in the background, "Do you want to suck mommy too?"
-Well, I wanted to..., Gonçalo is the lucky one! <unk>I replied again without thinking <unk>Your breasts are beautiful mommy!
That's the kind of thing a son says to his mother? " she scolded, still with a hint of irony at the end.
There was a sudden, uncomfortable silence; we stared at each other. I hesitated for fear of what she might think but still held my ground. Eleonora's gaze on me aroused both curiosity and excitement.
-Valentim..., do you really want to ..., I mean, suckle? <unk> she asked, still hesitant and insecure.
Of course I want to, Mom.
She then asked me to help her put Goncalo in the cradle, which I did gladly; as soon as I turned around she looked at me strangely.
-Come here, Valentim ..., kneel down here <unk> she asked, surrendering to the inevitable <unk> Come, I'll give you a breast.
I did as she asked and was almost hypnotized by the sight of that sticky, wet nipple inviting me to taste it. Mom lovingly held my neck and pulled my head towards her breast; I felt my lips touching each other and then my mouth wrapped around Eleonora's nipples ... soon afterwards I started sucking and tasting the unusual milk pouring from Eleanor's breasts. Without worrying about its flavor, I let myself be carried away for a moment and sucked on his chest.
At one point, I held her breast in my hand and began to alternate between sucking and licking; it wasn't long before I could hear my mother groan softly ... that excited her too, and I thought the whole thing was very wonderful.
-Affff! Valentim ..., Oh! How you tasty breast! <unk> she whispered in my ear <unk> But, we can't..., you need to stop it!
- Why, Mom? You didn't say you were enjoying it. <unk> I commented between one suck and another <unk> And what is wrong with that anyway?
-Stop, please! <unk> she shouted, pulling my mouth away from her breasts <unk> You can't do that! What am I doing?
-But I'm also a man, Mom!
Mother stared at me with an enigmatic gaze, which seemed to mix excitement and hesitation; I lost no time in looking for her lips ..., we kissed each other very eagerly; she wrapped her arms around my neck as if she wanted that kiss never to end..., I thought for a moment that this would be the moment ... when Mommy and I finally surrender ourselves to our tormenting arousal (that's how it felt!).
Suddenly, a noise coming from the front door of the house put my mother in absolute despair; she pushed me away, packed her dress and then got up and left the room before turning to me and pleading: "Don't tell anyone about this, please!
She left the room, leaving me there full of excitement and curious to understand the sentence: "Don't tell anyone this" ..., after all, why would I say it? I recovered my composure and after taking a deep breath, came out of the room and went into the kitchen. We had lunch in silence, which although customary that day seemed heavier and more inconvenient. I glanced at Mommy several times but was not answered. When we were finished, Father as usual let loose some burps on the table, got up and went to the living room..., turned on the television and fell asleep.
- Let me take care of everything here, mom <unk> I said to her touching your shoulder <unk> Go get some rest okay?
"You're always so nice to me, my love!" she said tenderly as her hand caressed my face.
"I want to be more than this, Mom!" I replied again without thinking.
She got up and left the kitchen; I took a deep breath, went to take care of her chores. When it was over, I walked past my father's room where he snored like an hibernating bear; I looked at him: shirtless with his typical beer-drinking belly on display, feet slightly swollen, perched upon slippers, fat face halfway open, dripping foul saliva from the corner.
I went to my room, thinking that the best thing to do was watch some videos and knock on a thought of mom ..., but as we passed by the couple's bedroom, I saw the door half open..., Mommy lay snoring softly. Well I tried resisting, but head down commanded my will.
I peeked to make sure that she was really asleep; then, foot by foot, I surreptitiously entered the room; approaching the bed - my intention being merely to enjoy my mother's sleep, but when she moved on top of it, I saw her naked! The revolting blanket showed details of her breasts and then her butt. That vision of paradise enraptured me!
I got down on my knees beside the bed and with gentle movements began to pull the blanket down, longing to see all of God's handiwork in that woman's body; Mommy must have had a restless sleep because she was moving too much over her bed. And without any effort from me, she herself tore up the blankets revealing her delightful nakedness which made it even harder for me!
Wanting more than just to enjoy it, I tried to move her legs away from me which was achieved without much effort; my mother's vagina was hairless and its beauty oneiric! Following my male instincts, I dipped my face in the region and let my abused tongue taste the area with a special focus on the hard standing clitoris.
I suckled, sautéed and licked that vagina listening to her unconscious moans as she tried to twist herself around being held back by my young male tantrums tasting its delicious mouthful!
"What's that, Valentine! Aiiiii! That is ..., so good!" said Eleanor before giving in to my verbal harassment and mocking caudally.
I swallowed that bitter nectar as if it were a unique and exemplary drink, listening to her delicious groans and sighs. Without wasting any time, I removed my clothes and climbed on top of her. My mother still exercised resistance which proved pitiful when my puffy gland brushed against her belly, descending towards her mealy vagina; I struck vigorously, feeling my mast slide into her. Eleonora moaned in excitement, wrapping herself around me with her legs and surrendering once for all to the arousal dominating us.
I began to slowly stock up, taking out the roll almost entirely and then burying it as deep as possible; a few strokes were enough for her to experience more intense, hot, copious orgasms. It was delicious fucking that I wished would never end, being fully matched by my mother.
"Oh, what madness is this! You are my son", she said exasperatedly and with a burst of passion.
I want to be your male whenever possible <unk> commented without losing concentration on providing you more orgasms.
Everything was headed for an inevitable climax... if it weren't for the noises coming from the room, denouncing that my father had come out of his Sunday hibernation; Eleonora pushed me away, saying:
He can't see you or know about us.
-Then you have a "we", my delightful one? I asked with eyes shining and full of expectation.
I don't want him to catch us, not now", she replied with a naughty smile as she pushed me away.
I jumped away, grabbed my clothes and ran to my room; dressed myself as best I could and lay down in bed with the phone pretending that I was seeing something. I was still very excited and needed "relief" ... but didn't want a lonely party so I decided to wait ..., and as soon as I heard footsteps, I rushed out to spy..., it was Mommy going to the bathroom. I got naked and snuck into the hallway making sure old Laurence was sleeping.
I went into the bathroom and locked the door, almost scaring my mother to death; with a hard stick, I approached her and begged that she kill my erection; then she grinned angrily, kneeling in front of me and sucking on my dick without using her hands. It nearly drove me crazy when I felt this hot tasty mouth breastfeeding my cock with extreme dexterity; it played balls at each other by sucking my penis very passionately.
My body vibrated involuntarily, signalling the oncoming joy; Mother stood up and put her arm around me, holding the scroll in her hand and punching me with vigorous movements; as soon as I groaned she pulled me close to the sink, pointing my stick at it; I ejaculated violently under the command of my mother's hands while watching jets of sperm lying there.
She said in an authoritative tone as she kissed me on the mouth.
-Wait a minute, mother! <unk> I asked holding her arm <unk>I need to know ..., is this really serious?
- Of course, you fool! <unk> she answered with a smile followed by a kiss.