A Weird Remedy for Mother

Crazy, lucky, unlucky little bastard is silly... some of you have heard similar terms? Well worse than true when the unexpected comes it's a horse. It all started long ago after my mom went to see a doctor for something I didn't know was wrong but she seemed fine at that time we lived alone and my parents are separated badly until today they fight I was worried about my mother's situation, if she didn't comment on what was wrong with me...well, it could be something serious like cancer, so I had to find out what the problem is and then I started eavesdropping and snooping through all her conversations and every piece of paper that I found around the house.
The two of them had a serious conversation in the kitchen and even noticing that they were trying to be discreet by speaking quietly, this did not happen because Mom was alarmed: "Dr. Sérgio is the most experienced and professional doctor I know...and moreover, he's already a gentleman over 60 years old, it would not be rude nor for fun and besides our whole family consults with him. It may sound like something retarded, but I think what he said seriously ...what madnessaaa!" Ahh...I also think he was serious, but what if it expires or is an idea of his that does not even proceed ...consult another doctor Gabi, it's better!" mother after a few sounds tsc,tsc,TSC denial returned, missing out on what I wanted to know so much, the reason for the consultation:
"No Cida, it's not right...here I won't even have the face to show my cunt and much less explain the reason for another doctor other than Dr. Sérgio ...imagine my situation, me a ragged woman who just turned 40, wanting to resolve that damned itching and aches felt well at the bottom of her pussy, acquired from hitting so many rubber dicks that sleep with me every night!" You can laugh out loud, because I think another doctor would also roar with laughter when he heard me...or then ask to analyze my 'artifacts', and there I show the doctor my 'pink little head' or that of 'two heads'.
What was the most absurdly weird and unimaginable conversation I heard, mommy with pain in her private parts...and the culprits were their rubber consoles but what the fuck? They both started laughing for the rest of the talk: "Gabi ...hahaha, he confirmed that it can only be allergy to rubber, right? hehe" "Rara, if I would just open it well and put on an ointment... the Doctor said that is nothing serious, It's irritation of the area which is hurt, inflamed, If I want more details will have to give myself a gynecologist and do thousand examinations". "What you don't want ... but what about the solution, how did he get?" My body reacted badly. I was too promiscuous with size, measurements and hunger to accommodate all of that. And the second part... what else does it matter?" "Oh Cinderella, I'm going to tell you but I won't be able to solve this myself. To heal faster and recover completely, I need FUCK!" Gulp!
"He spoke well like this Cida, and he spoke as a professional...he said that my vagina would lubricate again and naturally, that my body will react and produce all the natural substances necessary for the whole body to accept sexual activity. He said it would be good even for my happiness too ...and was serious, I wasn't joking".
Thinking about it until it made sense, the body needs sex, mom was 40 years old and separated for 3 years, did not date after that, she was a beautiful woman yes...her beauties still remained and in such a way makes mature women even more attractive at certain points ...and furthermore, from what I just found out she had enough fire despite not releasing general around, could very well start new relationships ...but I understood why she didn't seek to get involved again.
Mom got married early and always struggled to maintain the marriage, loved my father, but he stepped ugly on the ball because besides arranging zillions of lovers around, began ignoring her at home, sometimes even lacked respect. She became disillusioned yes and was withdrawn, closed for new cases and then started finding consolation in his big toys. During that conversation Cidinha was soon advising, saying that the solution really was to forget about rubber and go out into the world "I bet there is still a good stick of fight, and also respectful waiting for you!" she said, but being quickly rebuffed by mom: "Don't talk nonsense Cida...you are also separated and do not have any sticks when he comes home ..." "It's true...aiai, it's hardly decent man for much slut"... they both looked at each other and rolled with so many laughs, yes, I think they preferred to laugh so as not to cry.
Well, my situation after hearing all that was a relief to know it wasn't cancer or something serious but I spent the next few days thinking much about Mommy's condition. I also felt mixed pity for her because of the embarrassing appearance of the consultation in the eyes of others mom would look like a weak lunatic sick from lack of dick only on the other hand he got excited...her image and moreover the joke which was imagining her naked going down the bouquet in an enormous toy not one but two with purple glande another neglected ... His mouth, while he was licking the second one at the bottom... kept filling up all that time. Bitch gave birth to him like a porn movie!
When thinking about it became almost a fixation, I started to snoop around in my mother's privacy...the first thing I did was go into her room while she was home alone and wanted to confirm the existence of toys. I began to scratch her room carefully, my face was hot and my dick hurt inside the pants, it seemed like living a sexual adventure...I looked at his clothes, searched through his lingerie and sweaters ...Mom had good taste, nothing indiscreet but everything sensual...I took out a wine underwear made of light, shiny fabric...instinctively I started smelling it, felt in the piece the perfume that Mom uses impregnated in the bedroom, on the clothing, in the wardrobe ...and saw, spotted some kind of gift box above all. And there were the damned, she had stored all her toys (toys, two of those sticks were more than 20 cm and the other one vibrated, it was smaller but should have vibrated well in that bucket) and had some things among which a pink corset and lemon-green tights, what she probably would wear for night sessions with her little creatures, and also some old pornographic films...Mom wouldn't buy videos, I thought, you will see they are from my father and both watch them together.
In common in those videos, the actresses of capes if not entirely similar at least fit into my mother's same type of woman: very dark hair, also dark eyes, fairly white skin...medium breasts, delicate arms and back, with legs and waist being more generous, full of curves, having a butt as its biggest attraction because it is wider. The videos were really pornographic, like "Anal something"; "Oral of the teacher", "Luxury ladies" etc. etc., among them that most drew attention had on its cover one of those actresses mother-style with a Jebusite Negro next to her...I didn't even watch it but from what I understood the context was smart eating white married woman. That made me a kid, not because of the denial or my mother's sarcasm but fuck it I could see in his face that these videos were from the time of my father and son-of-a-bitch watched with his wife scenes of black cock breaking into married women while the main dish in the movie was a woman who looks like Dona Gabriela , my mother. Son of a bitch and horn, After seeing all that, I felt horny...I kept the box as I found it but didn't want to leave this room or let go of Mommy's Bordeaux panties. On the contrary, I started rubbing my dick on her soft underwear which was delicious and even looked like skin. That actress on TV, I had a lot of fun. Fucking more fucking fun in my mother's wine-colored panties!
There was no way to wash the panties without them noticing, so I decided that I would hide it in my room and when appropriate throw away...it was the only way for me to get rid of the crime. It had been a week since I made the boy in her bedroom, and more or less 10 days after hearing Mom's conversation with Cida. The fixation on this matter continued and I was planning to take advantage of her weekend outings to go shopping, and who knows watching those videos, find out how much prostitution there is, but not before uncovering the only evidence of my crimes, the dirty panty My mother was about to leave the house, she had just put some clothes in the dryer...but what a surprise when I went looking for her and found that my wine panties were being stretched out by Mother's own hands.
But what happened, how did she find out?...I ended up not fucking anymore in her room, I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how the panties were found...had I hidden it in the wrong place? Hidden behind my wardrobe ...maybe I left some tip outside, then she missed the pants, was clever and malicious and soon reasoned that his son, a teenage still punching could have fallen into temptation and ... bingo! Or was it pure luck of hers and mine? "Shit, now I get fame for being crazy!"
Mom came back from the shopping when it was already evening that Saturday, she returned well and in a good mood with me, I had bought things for her too, some clothes...and lingeries "well-humored, fine ...maybe I get away unscathed without getting beaten up and sermon" I calculated. We ate dinner normally, we talked about the week and at the end of dinner when he walked to my room, she approached me: "Ahhh wait a little bit son, make a little company for mom before locking yourself in the bedroom!" After some more conversation, she says to me: "Son, I made a few purchases...not much but I need the opinion of men, in your case as little man, Mommy wants to know if you still have good taste to look beautiful! Let's go upstairs!" with that request, it was certain he would hear something ... so I took time to accompany Mum and climb the stairs.
I went upstairs, she showed me what she had bought: bras and panties. They weren't ordinary but they looked expensive, refined, a bit more sensual than her usual wardrobe. "Look at this stocking here... black with gold details or bronze? What does it look like to you, huh son?" he grumbled between the pieces showing over his body about the blouse that was wearing "I... I ... is bonit" tried to babble but she looked for a firm, hard man's answer I would say "Oh I know so let me throw him!" and fast with a smile on her face removes her blouse in front of me turns backwards towards me also takes off the bra she wears my dear one, she switched right before me, I could see her bare back delicate contours smooth skin between taking off one boot and another i could see flashes from your breasts even small throws I used to see her haloes in the bedroom mirror or when she would ask me to close my bra.
My hard-on was too much, my dick already marked the Bermuda in a way that was impossible to hide, my face certainly was quite flushed, and Mommy smiled gladly at me for accompanying her lingerie test drive, as if she were playing a game "Am I alright or not son...will you talk? You also have to evaluate the model behind the cloths" "Yes yes ... is everything fine mother, so do you"... Ahhh, no freshness dear, can speak Portuguese of course, I want your true opinion! Where's the man who hides behind that bermuda?" "Eeee...that good mother, po ...the lady is too hot!" "Huumm...now yes I liked to hear it, praise my darling!" and gave a kiss on my face with a unique smile she did only for me since childhood "Well, enough of gifting my breasts today, now I will try underpants" and from back to me went immediately down his trousers, getting rid of jeans with movement throw ass here and there. My automatic reaction after noticing that fat girl appeared right in front of me was shock:
"Ow, but what is this mom...don't take off your pants in front of me!" "Uh huh and how am I going to try the panties? Haha that was puppy is just his mother's bundona ...to analyze my underpants will be inevitable you see a good part of that old ass here oh" and slightly stepping up the bands, undoes two patches while laughing at my face and let the trousers drop completely "only first and for you to evaluate well the body of your mother, I will put on something special" and went into the bathroom room. Quickly she came back, wearing one of the bras that had just been bought and wow, her already familiar wine panties. "Tcha-ram"... She left the bathroom laughing and twirling around, playing with her arms, dancing as if it were an odalisque. My heart wanted to come out through my mouth, the pinto wanted to tear off his underwear, there was a face that she made on purpose to move me...to remember the case of spotted pants, and there was in my face the excitement I felt when seeing you practically naked and dancing right before your eyes. She's pretty, at least still cute? Does she have good taste in clothes?" "She has...the lady is a beautiful mother and has very good taste"... I answered almost sobbing, but then she stopped dancing and with her hands on my waist said: "Hmm ...my dear son, I am so happy that you admire me...you don't need to answer, I can see it from here. And this beautiful panties that I just threw away, my favorite by the way ...I think you already know each other, no... " hearing her comment lowered my head, could not look at mommy anymore but she immediately hugged me and kissing on my face raised my chin and tried to take the weight off of my conscience: "Calm down..calm down Julinho, I love you son and am not angry with you. On the contrary, considering all things I have gone through in life and still facing it was happy .. right, died from amazement when he realized that all that gala in his pants were yours . But I understand this well...boy-man phase, etc. Still ashamed I smiled too and returned her embrace.
After the climax of excitement and shame, Mom returns to the conversation already in a more serious tone: "Julio dear, sit here because we need to talk...seriously but relax it is mom's business I want to share with you".I tried to concentrate on what she was saying so we sat down in bed in her room. I'm not stupid, or Cidinha told you about it or did you interfere in the conversation that I had with her...right?" There was nothing to lie more, so I looked into her eyes and replied: "Yes...I heard everything. I know of your health problem ...Mom, I got worried, sorry!" So you know everything no...you bought the box, those consoles...of course you saw it all". "Yes mother ...sorry. You don't need to apologize, you are already on the verge of becoming an adult...I am the one who has to explain and reveal my reasons for your dearness and have you concerned about me...do you want to hear me?" "You heard all about my pains, the doctor?" "Yeah mom... and you know what? I don't think she should be ashamed! "No son, you don't even have to say it. I thought the same thing and went to a specialist...you know what he told me? Same thing. My problem is not serious and there are no medications or treatments other than healthy sex life ... they said that my body asks for it, my body demands it...and I need man, pica, rola!"