Family ties (2)

My mother could no longer stand her husband's absence from the marriage bed, feeling thirsty for a blow job; my stepfather was always moody and despicable. I put up with him only because she liked him and until then appreciated his performance between four walls, but now things were different as he showed more of an abusive side by demanding that my mother act like a housewife (and if true it would be a very poorly paid one!). And because of that, the inevitable ended up happening with a Homeric fight breaking out which even required my intervention to keep things from escalating.
The unprofitable gave up, packed his things and leaked something that made me happy but not my mother seeing herself without a partner; she had always been a very fiery woman since adolescence and no man was able to appease her sexual fury except for my father who died prematurely, and the fact of being lonely just meant he needed someone sharing his bed and enjoying his body; I confess I never felt anything more than brotherly love for her, but this situation provoked in me a certain unexplainable sting. And everything got worse from that moment on when it was just me and her in the house.
One night I heard groans coming from her room, and as I approached the door it was half-open for me to behold an impressive spectacle; mine lay naked on my bed beating a siren that seemed endless, for upon getting one mockery she proceeded in thumbing till she got another, and yet another and still another! To see that solitary enjoyment moaning and frolicking left me so excited my will was to break into that room and stick my prick deep in that fucking buzzard till she couldn't stand it any longer; however, I thought better just enjoy the show and when he finished with her giving herself up for satisfaction I returned to my bedroom barely managing to sleep through the rest of the night.
Despite her dissatisfaction, my mother went on with life and this was a fertile period for both of us as we began to enjoy an almost promiscuous intimacy with her walking around the house wearing only panties and bra while I wore boxer shorts; whenever possible I helped her with household chores and she thanked me with intriguing postcards. It was a warm spring night and I had to sit in the living room watching television while my mother yawned with her head resting on my lap.
"Oh, I can't sleep", she said as she stood up and brought her lips closer to mine for a moment.
I sat there staring at the TV, and a little over an hour later decided that it would be best to go back to bed; but as we passed Mom's room again her moans and sighs indicated that she was just finishing up with her bouquet of flowers.
I sneaked into the room and closed the door crawling up to her bed, climbing on it; with careful movements I took advantage of that she was open legs and got between them holding by part under thighs while plunging my face until my tongue hit the target; then began licking the bucket and all area entitled suckers in grill tried bites being that this whole oral punishment soon resulted in a succession of mockery so intense that my mother went from groans to hysterical screams celebrating orgasms which shook his body making that trembled involuntarily.
"Oh, my love! How delightful it is!" she murmured in a hushed voice.
"Please? That was my father's name!" I thought, hearing the lustful cry of my mother, which gave me the idea to remain silent making her believe that in fact it was my dad who provided him with so much pleasure; as a matter of fact, I licked that mouthpiece so much that my mother enjoyed until she almost lost consciousness and when I noticed that she was on the verge of fainting I retreated from the position again crawling out of the room.
"Oh, my Rogerio! Come back always!... come back because your little whore will be waiting for you!" she cried just before falling into a deep sleep.
In my room I blamed myself for raising false hopes in my mother by not revealing to her who was the author of her jokes; on the other hand, I felt an enormous pride in my father because his words confirmed that he had indeed been the man and male figure in her life. At any rate, it seemed to me a one-off event which might never be repeated. And the next morning I was surprised by my mother's great mood when she woke up with an expression of relief and happiness on her face at once, something that also struck me as a libidinous idea in mind to repeat this gesture whenever possible.
And so it was, for almost every night I went to meet my mother tasting her pussy and making fun of her until she couldn't any more; and each time that happened a fury took over me wishing to fuck her with all my ardour by turning her into my female; yet I still nurtured in myself a false and deceitful modesty which had long since been lost. Meanwhile I also knew that this meeting would be inevitable sooner or later.
One night, I couldn't hold it in any longer and with her legs wide open... ..I stood between them using the glans to brush her pussy... ...to strike my member against the swollen clitoris causing such a commotion on my mother that she moaned and screamed non-stop.
I began a succession of vigorous pelvic blows, drawing and thrusting my pistol as deeply into the chest as possible. The result came in the form of screams and moans celebrating an orgasmic wave that made my mother's body shake and tremble uncontrollably.
"Ahhh! You're joking!" She pleaded in a hoarse tone with her hands clutching my shoulders as if to prevent me from coming out of herself.
Such was the state of my excitement that I ignored the risk of enjoying within it intensifying as much as possible my movements until unexpectedly I felt shivers followed by spasms and involuntary muscle contractions which culminated in a profuse joy soaking my mother's bucket whose reaction was ecstasy and at the same time surprise removing her from the numbness caused by our fuck.
"My son! Is that you?" she muttered in a startled tone. "What have you done? Have you fucked your own mother?... No, it can't be!"
I preferred not to answer and remained in the same position with my pistol buried in a hot cave, licked by sperm.
"No! Please tell me you didn't make fun of yourself!" she pleaded, her tears no longer holding back. "What you did is a sin! We are going to be punished". "Have you thought about what others will say when they find out?"
The next morning I woke up, took a shower and when I got to the kitchen there was a thermal bottle on the table and beside it a cup with underneath it a note. <unk>I made coffee. I don't want to talk today. When you are in condition I will warn you. Kisses from mommy", said the message; went into her room and knocked at the door several times without getting an answer; turned around the doorknob and found that it had been locked; uncomfortably drank some coffee and left to take care of life; when I came back late afternoon everything was as before and mother remained locked in the bedroom. I took a shower and got naked watching TV in the living room.
- Son! What is it now? <unk> She grumbled as she appeared in the room and saw me naked <unk> wearing something, because you can't stay like this! We need to talk.
Reluctantly, I went to her room and returned in my underwear asking what she wanted to talk about; Mother's eyes were swollen from crying so much that it made me sad.
-Look, son the following is what happened last night it's wrong! <unk> she said with a dismayed tone <unk> It's sinful!... you are my son! Besides...
Yes, I am your son... you conceived me and carried me in your womb for nine months and made a man out of me. What's my fault if you make me horny?
She asked me with a surprised tone and stunned expression, but since when do you feel that way?
- Since the night I first came into your room and sucked on your bouquet! <unk> I replied with an emphatic tone <unk> And after you made a lot of fun ...., called me Rogério!
Immediately my mother's eyes became watery and she struggled not to burst into tears which made me so sad that I didn't have the courage to continue. "Roger, your father was the man of my life! When he died, a part of me also died! Do you understand this?"
-Yes, mommy I understand <unk>I answered after taking a deep breath <unk>l also understand that the males you brought into the house didn't reach my father's feet ..., but me..., I am his son! And I can be your male!
At that moment I realized my mother had disarmed me, whose posture and facial expression denounced her defeat in the face of inevitability; without wasting time I went up to her taking her into my arms and sealing her mouth with mine ..., what began as a timid kiss soon exploded into a luxurious whirlwind with her surrendering to our desire! We madly kissed each other almost on the verge of suffocation and involved in this climate we set off to carry out all our wishes.
For the first time I was able to catch a glimpse of my mother's complete nakedness under the almost meridian-like clarity of the room lighting; at first she even tried to hide her pudgy parts, but upon seeing my gaze charged with greed surrendered herself to what was also her will by showing up for me with a wide smile on her lips; I took off my panties sporting an erection so sturdy that it left her in awe; without ceremony she came over to me, knelt down and girded my cane with one hand squeezing it and exploring its dimensions. That pyrocon is very similar to her father's ..., the same head..., the same veins jumped ... hummm!<unk>, she muttered just before snuggling the pistol inside his mouth rewarding me with an eloquent blowjob that almost took me to the edge of madness. For a long time, Mom killed her hunger for pica by finishing the added sucking massages on balls and some kisses in chapel which once again she apprehended between lips giving gentle squeezes that made my whole body shake.
No longer able to restrain my libido, I made her get up and kiss me with a taste of mine in her mouth; soon afterwards we were on the bed twisted between more kisses, caresses and palpations; at certain moments she insisted upon taking the pistol into her mouth which culminated at half past nine making possible an even more overwhelming oral complicity. Some time later she took the initiative in putting me upside down and climbing on top of me, taking care to hold my pistol as I descended upon her; feeling my cock wrapped by Mommy's still-tight little mouthpiece I was unable to control a groan and once again shuddered when she began giggling and squealing frantically swallowing and spitting out.
"Take! Suck your mother's breasts, suck them! The same ones that gave you milk now give you pleasure!" she said as she leaned over me resting her hands on my shoulders and waving her boobs to the point of rubbing them against my face. I held those melons firmly in my hand and savored their hard but slightly flattened beaks urging my mom to groan with excitement while enjoying a succession of pranks licking my stick at the sound of her screams and moans; we fell into horseback riding where I was the stallion and she my amazon.
A little later, we switched to "Mommy and Daddy", where I would push the gun in and out with emphatic pelvic movements that were very effective because it didn't take her long before she felt a new wave of orgasm hitting her body making her shake involuntarily while uttering confused vows of eternal love; I did not give her any respite and such was my impetuosity that there were moments when she rolled her eyes as if losing consciousness but soon regained her senses and begged me not to stop fucking her. We climbed endlessly as if there were no tomorrow, and she was amazed at my resistance to the point of saying that not even my father could accomplish such a feat. "This is all for you, my beloved female!" I muttered observing her beautiful smile.
At last, feeling my vital energy draining away and gripped by shivers, spasms and muscle contractions, I warned her of the inevitable waiting for Mother to say what should be done. "Nothing matters now! Enjoy inside me! Fill me with your male milk!" she asserted in an emphatic tone and a firm look. Like a controller operating in my mind, I intensified as much of my movements as possible until the final collapse with my muscles tightening at the same time that the pyrotechnic pulsated ejaculating semen irrigating my mother's uterus which itself was twitching dominated by spasms rattling her body. Taken over by an unparalleled exhaustion we lay next to each other and remained kissing and caressing one another.
She confessed that our climb had lost nothing to those she'd had with my father, and stated further that her only regret was not having understood that no man would take his place except the one who came from him. In the morning we showered together and went into the kitchen naked and clutching; and then as she tried to wash dishes I sat back rubbing my pistol hard in the gutter between her buttocks and Mom wasted no time stepping up on her butt and spreading her legs begging for me to be welcomed into her mouthpiece. We fucked like crazy and once again I licked her cave with my semen; Mommy wasn't satisfied, so she got down on one knee and eagerly suckled my roll until it hardened back.
"Come fuck my ass! But make it yours once and for all", she begged in a pleading tone, and I didn't act like one; the first penetration was a bit difficult because Mommy was a little tight-lipped, but soon I was punching hard while she beat up a siren. It was more of a stupendous fun that made us truly a couple. Finally we started living as an outsider couple to public opinion and I even went so far as to explain to Mum that incest may be socially reprehensible but is not a crime!
"It would be a crime not to have you!" I said one night after we had climbed all the way up.