I caught my brother eating my mother

This tale and a friend of mine Hello, everyone. First of all, I would like to say that I am only writing this account because although it is something that I know should be kept absolutely confidential, it makes me very horny to write and remember everything I've seen. That's why I'm using fictitious names, but the content itself is what I actually witnessed, although it's unusual and strange for any normal person. Well, my name is Roberto, I am currently 19 years old and I live with my parents in Brasilia; what I start counting happened when I was 16 and my brother Cássio, who is 5 years older than me, still lived with us. He was always a very rebellious guy... angry, I don't know... but also smart. I knew he'd stay and have sex with a lot of girls from the neighborhood and his college, and that, honestly, made me jealous. I used to play that I would "get" any woman I wanted. I, on the contrary, was already shyer ... I did not “come along” in them as he was, nor was he a xavequeiro; nor did I have his muscles to show anyone. In short, I was more homemade, he, even by age, more ballad. I would rather stay home with my parents because I had a harmonious and calm home. My father was already a salesman of a multinational at that time, a period in which he began to make many trips to other states and leave us on short but constant occasions... My mother's name is Vera, today 46, once 43... I'm not gonna lie about saying she's a woman's show that puts any 20-year-old girl in her pocket. Mom is really the age she appears to be but has an important detail in her body: she has a flashy ass at least... it's very round...chee...perfect... Usually a woman who has a big ass is very naughty – that's what everyone says – but Mom always seemed extremely coy and right. I think she knew that this attribute of hers really caught the attention of men and so she avoided going out on the street exposing him... always wore a more fulfilled blouse so as to cover him – by the way, to this day it is so. At that time, coincidentally or not, I remember my brother wasn't dating or dating any sluts in our neighborhood. This made me happy... “had Samson lost the power of his hair?” I thought with a competitive instinct. I made fun of him a few times, but one day he told me that he was no longer in the mood for “little girls”, that he was evolving, that he would now go to the attack of another stage of women and etc.... His words that seemed to me to be unconvincing excuses would only make sense to me a few days later. I began to pay a little more attention at Cassio to try to find out what was going on...it could be gonorrhea or maybe a “after-out depression”. To my strangeness, I began to notice an exaggerated attention of him with my mother; I sat next to her on the couch to watch TV, as well as at the table, at meals and what was weirder: I noticed that he kept looking at her, especially at her ass. One day, I had to go into my brother's room to look for something of mine that I had borrowed from him (I don't remember what it was) , I searched in vain every corner of the bookshelf and wardrobe and, when I started the search in his bed, I realized that between the pillow and the wall of the room there was a small intimate robe of beige color, in lycra and with laces: it was a panties, and as I had already seen it on the balcony of the house or on the clothesline, I immediately noticed : it was from Mom. At the time I didn't think how it would end up there, or how useful my brother would have our mother's panties. I picked her up and I gave her back to the laundry basket on the porch. Because of my naivety, I just thought it was all weird, but I didn't care... I even forgot this episode of panties and it must have been a couple of months... that's when what I really want to tell happened. That day my father was on one of his trips on duty and overnight I think in Goiânia to return the next day... It was a Friday night and, as I always had great friendship with my cousin who lived in Ceilândia and as I used to spend at least one weekend a month in my aunt's residence, I wasn't home either. My cousin had a very beautiful house full of nice things to do but that day I had a strong flu, and I had a little headache... I thought: “If I were to miss the weekend, it would be better to lose at home...” so I decided to take the bus and go back to Brasilia. When I got home, I realized that something was a little strange: everything was out, TV was off, kitchen was deserted... there was only one light on and it was from my mother's room; when I mentioned lighting the lamp in our living room I had a chill in the column just when I heard groans coming from inside her room. I stopped right there and didn't light it. The door in that room was wide open and the groans continued. I was curious but also with a certain fear of arriving there by chance, I don't know..; but soon I had a brilliant idea and I put it into practice in advance: get out of the interior of my house, swindled it quickly and reached the window of Mom's room. I had wide cracks, and since it was very dark out there, there was no way they could see me peeking at what was going on inside. When I put my eyes on one of the horizontal spans of that window, I couldn't believe what I saw: My brother was sitting on the bed...; Mom was sitting on his lap, facing him and without a shirt...; Cassio was really sucking on her tits, squeezing them with both hands and sucking her nipples. My first reaction was that I wanted to go in there with everything and punch that bastard brother in the face, but I didn't have the guts. What I witnessed was unbelievable and unacceptable. He had been able to persuade even the person I most loved who was my mother. My second reaction was that I wanted to run away and find a place to cry out of anger and vent, but it seems my curiosity was greater. I calmed down and started watching better. It seemed to me that, because of the intimacy of the two, it was no longer the first night. Soon he laid her down in bed and started to remove the pants and thong that Mother wore, while she kept repeating: “What a tail!...what a tail!...what a tail!”. He looked like a fool. My vision was facing her ass; I'm not going to lie and say I didn't even have a cellulite and that I was bigger and prettier than the watermelon woman's, but I assure you, until today, I've never seen a live ass like that and I don't even think my brother. He was hallucinating, and I couldn't believe it when he dropped his mouth in our mother's water. I couldn't see straight, but I think he had his tongue in his ass... he kissed, licked, sucked, while he caressed his ass. The worst thing for me was to find out that Mom was loving it; she kept moaning and sometimes said gasping and with a voice shudders: “Thus Cassius, this...so”. I believed even less when she asked: “Come on, baby! Come on! I can't take it anymore! Then my brother put his feet on the bed, taking off his shorts, pulled his dick out and put it all into her pussy. He held Mom's breasts with both hands and started putting her on four. At that time I thought about my father. Wasn't he satisfying her in bed anymore? It will be that he was giving more value to service than the family”. Why else would she have to turn herself in like this and then to my dirty, dirty brother? He, by the way, didn't seem to give a damn about my dad. It was getting faster and stronger, packed by my mother's groans. My position was privileged at that time and you could clearly see your dick coming out almost all the way to , in the sequence, go back with everything in her pussy, while saying: “hot ass” ..and cursing: “fuck!”....”fuck!”. They stayed about five minutes like this. I hadn't noticed but I realized I had my dick too hard; I didn't want to admit it, but I was enjoying seeing it all, watching my brother eat my mother. I know it's crazy, but sometimes we can't control our impulses of desire and I confess that my boner at that time was huge. So much so that I put my dick out and started jerking off watching them fuck. Cassio just wanted to know about her ass: she put it on her face, laid it on top and went for it while she was sniffing around Mom's neck. I remember that one hour he said, “O Mother, I want to put forever in that ass... I always wanted that ass...” and that stuff. And that made me even more excited. I kept watching him pump her in the ass with everything, sometimes so fast and strong that I could hear the sound of the head of the dick hitting the bottom of my mother's pussy that, of course, groaned loudly. Until a time came when she asked just like this: “sweetness, I can’t bear to hold on...” When I remember those words I get excited to this day. My brother then pulled his dick out and squirted fun all over her ass, spreading that shit with his hands and screaming. I know a lot of people here are gonna blame me, but right now I wanted to be in his shoes and I wished for my mother like never before. If my brother could have sex with her, I'd have the same right as him. I was already there admitting the possibility of having sex with my mother on a regular basis. She'd probably like me more than him because she'd be a lot more caring than that stupid Cassio. Thinking about all this and watching them come, I was also almost ejaculating, however I don't remember what recklessness I committed, whether I groaned too loudly or ran into the window...I just know that my brother realized that someone was out there watching them. Then he ran out naked, pushing doors and leaving our house. I just had time to pull myself together and go to the lobby terrace where I ran into my brother. He was furious. Soon he started pushing me saying, “it was you in the window, right” ...”it was you miserable”, and stuff and stuff. Of course, I didn’t get defensive; I pushed him and said, “it was me and then.” After that Cassio started threatening me and talking like, “If you tell anyone, you are fucked”. And I hugged him in the face: “I’m not going to talk but I’m also going to participate... you’re not the only one who has the right to eat Mom’s ass.” To this day I'm ashamed to write what I said. Even because my mother had arrived at that time on the terrace and had heard everything. She was super embarrassed and almost crying. My brother wanted to hit me, but she wouldn't let me, and finally he said, “Roberto, I don’t know what you saw, but I swear it will never happen again.” Well, after three years, I think she ended up keeping her promise. My brother ended up moving soon after what happened and my relationship with him was never the same... we literally turned our faces to each other. My mother never brought it up with me, and she ended up taking even greater care of the clothes she wears at home. Still, every time I look at her ass, I remember right away, and it makes me feel crazy. Sometimes I hit a nice hand job thinking I'm fucking her, but of course I wouldn't have the courage to propose anything, not even try to seduce her like my brother did. Deep down I don't think I'd be able to have sex with her because I respect her a lot. My desires are therefore only in fantasy and in these sweet memories that I shared with you. A hug.