Erotic game with mother

My name is Johann and I'm going to tell the story of how to fuck my own mother, Marcela... First let me describe myself: I'm 19 years old, I'm relatively tall with 1.84m, a little overweight with 90kg, brown hair and eyes, at least a normal guy. I'm not muscular, much less skinny. I don't like gym, but I play a sport occasionally, but that's not the caseMy penis is normal size, 19 cm when erect. My mother, Marcela, is 45 years old, she's 5'7", weight consistent with her height, large hips and bust, but nothing excessive. My mother married when she was about 27 years old, separated from my father when she was about 30 years old, and I was 1 year old at the time. My father went to live far away with the family in Bethlehem of Pará, and I never saw him again, nor do I want to see him. Anyway, I grew up with the only presence in the house was my beloved mother, who was mother and father at the same time. My mother was a lawyer and earned well enough to keep us in comfort, but without many gifts. Anyway, I had a normal childhood until I was 19 years old. That teenage routine: school during the week, homework after school, English classes, physical education, etc. Ballads on weekends, one or two girlfriends (but no sex), chatter, etc. Everything changed when I was 19, and my mother decided to move from our cramped apartment to a large house. The problem was that the neighborhood looked dangerous, so she had an alarm installed in the house. Because of the complexity of the device, only I knew how to move it, arm it, disarm it, etc. That day I woke up suddenly, it was about 5 in the morning, with the alarm ringing. I was sleeping naked (as I usually did, always with the door of the room locked with a key), I put on an underwear and went to check the alarm. I was taken by surprise to see my mother with a sweatshirt that fits her very well, trying hard to turn off the alarm. I asked for forgiveness, I turned off the alarm and went back to sleep. In the meantime, I noticed that she looked at my member that made the volume of the underwear (penis of normal size as I said, medium I would say, I am not gifted, but I also do not have to), I was a little surprised, disguised and went back to my room. When I was closing the door of the room, she was leaving the room and came back to the room, when I looked at the beautiful body that my mother had. I had never had a crush on my mother, and I ended up with porn magazines, websites, even this story site, and I was a dork, and I knew about sex because of what my friends told me they had done (at least that's what they said, we were all virgins trying to screw each other), because of the sex education classes at school, the dirty magazines and the internet (long live the internet, hehe). From that day on, I began to notice more of my mother's body. She had been separated for 19 years, had an only child, had never seen her go out or date another man (mother was very discreet, so I never knew anything) and she was a hut of a very thin crown, of those that would make a good soup as they say there. And I noticed that she started noticing me more, too. We have a pool at home, which we didn't use very much. I used to dive and swim a little bit every now and then, but I'd never seen my mother swimming or sunbathing in the pool. From the alarm incident, I noticed that she started going to the pool every time there was a little bit of sunshine, no matter how swampy it was. Moreover, she insisted that I fall into the water, drooling, of course. I preferred to wear shorts, but she said it was for drooling, because women prefer a man with burnt scales, etc., etc. She wore well-behaved bikinis, but she didn't buy such well-behaved sunglasses for me. One day she came with a new sunglasses, which became small on me and insisted that I go to the pool with her. She had a flaccid penis, so she didn't give a flag, but as soon as I saw her in a black bikini, my dick immediately gave life and became very hard. There was no way to disguise, especially in the heat. She soon realized the volume and confirmed what she wanted: my dick would never fit in that sunglasses, and that's what she wanted. I was a little suspicious of my mother's intentions, but, you know, a mother is a mother, and I couldn't risk standing on a pole in her face, you see, it wasn't her intention, I was going to get hurt, I was going to get a spore, I don't know, so I decided to dive right into the pool, and the cold water helped calm my temper and my hormones. But not for long. Mom got up from the lounger, paraded around the edge of the pool, unbuttoned her bikini from her phenomenal ass, grabbed the suntan oil, and began to pass through her body, showing herself to me. At the same time I lost my head (both) and almost enjoyed myself in the pool. I decided to go out, wrapped myself in a towel and went to take a shower. I took a punch bowl, the best one of my life until that moment, thinking about what had happened. I stayed in the shower for almost an hour and Mom knocked twice on the door asking if everything was okay. A week went by, Mom gave me a break from her provocations, until one day I had come out of the bathroom and was shaving my little beard with the door open and only underwear. Mom went through the bathroom door, gave that stop and came to check, everything. She wanted to see if she had shaved well, well smooth, etc. But it made me realize that what she wanted was to check the mast again. I noticed that she also gave at least a few 3x dry on my member, which at first was flaccid, but in the end it was already very hard, and I did not even bother to disguise at that time. Finished the inspection (two), she went to work. The other day, I woke up early for class as usual and went to my mother's room to ask for money to pay for a refusal at school. I entered the room and saw that the lamp was on and my mother was still sleeping. And how she slept. She was wearing a blue shirt, very short. I slept on my stomach with my legs apart. I could see her white underwear, which was tiny and the bands of her butt. It was a delightful sight, I was very hard and I was only wearing pajama shorts, that is, it was a fabric, it gave a very light flag of my condition. I woke her up lightly. She was startled when she saw my hard cock and asked what it was. I said I needed money for school. She said, "That's not what I meant to ask. What's that?" pointing to my shorts with the stake up. I noticed that I was a little awkward, and I said, "Mommy knows what it's like, morning erection!" And she said, "I don't know!" She gave me the money and I left for class. I'd say that day was a watershed, and from there, I began to see my mother as a female, a woman who wanted a role, and she started dressing more provocatively, and she started wearing miniskirts, which I'd never seen before, and then she started walking around the house day and night in very short, semi-transparent T-shirts, and tiny tops and leggings, and she was getting more and more curled up on her ass and her butt, and I was admiring her and making sure that I didn't see her. The other day I was at the computer, when my mom called me. She was wearing a very short, very, very tight dress that marked her body. She asked for help putting up a curtain. I went up a ladder and tried to put it up, but I couldn't, of course. It was my mom's turn. She asked me to hold the ladder tight and not let go. So she went up the ladder and I had a vision of paradise. A bowl of radish right in my face, and a bowl of fuse (or camel toe as you prefer) marking her little white panties. Mother obviously noticed my gaze, and of course she was provoking me. So she decided to put one of her feet on the window, which opened her legs wide and I was able to get a better view of her delicious bouquet and ribbon. After installing the blessed curtain (blessed boot on that, hehe), she started to come down and put her bundle on my very hard stick, giving a nice rub and leaving as if nothing had happened. You can imagine the headless clown I gave that night. But mom didn't want to open the game and give it away, she wanted to make a game of seduction, and I was a goat and I was crazy to fuck any woman, even my mom, but I was loving this toy so much that I wasn't in a hurry to get it right and give it what it deserved. A couple of days passed, when at night Mom announced that she was going to take a bath. I was watching TV, when I heard her call me. I went to the room, and she told me to go into the bathroom. I obeyed and I could see her silhouette through the dim glass of the box. She told me that she had forgotten to put her panties in the clothes basket and asked if I could do it. Handy and punchy as always, I readily accepted. So she made (or simulated) a phenomenal effort to take off the panties, which should have been tucked into her lapel and bucket, and handed them to my hand over the glass of the box. When I was leaving the bathroom, I heard my mother say: "Son, I forgot to take a towel too, bring one for me?" "Of course mother", I answered. When I returned with the towel and put it in the sink, I saw through the dark glass of the box the silhouette of my mother washing her butt with the drizzle. It turned out that she opened the bands with one hand, while with the other she stuck the water jet in the ass. I was delirious, my stick that was already hard by the hot and smelly panties, became like a stone. I went to the other bathroom and enjoyed only two fist movements. She then came out of the bathrobe in a very, very small yellow panties and went into the kitchen to make a snack. She invited me to eat with her and I was admiring that lovely goddess there. The robe was more open at the bottom and her panties were showing, and she was moving in such a way to be seen more. She asked if I wanted mustard in my snack, I said "Yes" and she stooped down to get the blessed mustard. In it the robe went up and I could see all the mother's abundance and her panties being chewed by her cousin. Needless to say, I was already with the stick barking at that time. Mother stooped down and left all her bundle for me to admire as she lingered to find that mustard. When she finally found it, she stood facing me, leaning against the sink counter, opening the jar. In the meantime, as told in the previous story, you could see her yellow panties under her robe. We had lunch and went to watch TV. So I decided to join the game of seduction. I couldn't let it be cheap. I was a gourd, but I wasn't stupid or anything. As I said, I was crazy to eat any woman, especially my beautiful mother. However, the game of seduction was too good to end. Let's see how I come, or by the mano I tried to turn, the score. We went into the living room to watch TV after lunch, and I was on a comfortable three-seater couch, and being a little lazy, I wanted to lie on the couch while Mom sat watching TV, so I offered to lie on her lap, and she obviously agreed. As I laid my head on her lap, I could feel a breath of excitement coming from my parent. Her was open at the bottom and I was with my head resting on her yellow panties while she caressed my head. To repay the kindness, and not to be left behind, I began to caress her thighs, but in the area near the knee, because I did not intend to reach the climax so quickly. And so we stayed until the show was over, and we got up, and we kissed each other good night, and we went to our rooms to sleep, and at least I pretended to go to my room, and as I said before, I was responsible for setting the alarm in the house, so I pretended to do it, using a special code that made a noise, but didn't detect anything, and I also pretended to lock the door of the room, all very loudly, in order to give Mom the feeling that I wasn't going to walk around the house at night and that I was locked in my room. Poor mother. I hardly knew, or who knows already expected, the son I had. I spent five minutes in my room and I walked softly to her door. When I got there I was not surprised by what I heard through the door. It was a gasping breath, very similar to what I heard in the pornographic films I watched on the Internet. I was absolutely sure that Mom was masturbating, and to increase my ego, I was sure he masturbated thinking about me, although I did not even hear an unintelligible groan. I had seen many films, many heard women moaning, but without the Internet. It was the first time I heard a woman, live, even through the door, moaning for pleasure. And how I moaned. It wasn't a porn star's moan, it wasn't like those grunts they make and think they're fooling someone, nothing like that, it was a moan of the purest, most innate pleasure, Mommy's moan was real, her pleasure was real, between the four walls of her room, Mommy felt safe to touch and moan with pleasure, not even imagining that her punching son was outside with his spike laughing, almost enjoying himself in the immaculate door. The act went on for almost twenty-five minutes, which was the greatest ecstasy so far in my life. Finally, I heard the final groan. Mother had reached the climax and I realized that she had fainted from pleasure and had fallen asleep. Step by step, I went to my room, pushed some five pipes, and know after almost three hours of very fatigue and redness, I was able to sleep. I thought I'd turned the tables. The next morning, when I went to breakfast, I saw that Mother was serious and decided to appeal. My muse wore only lingerie. Yes, mother, modest until a while ago, was preparing breakfast only in red panties and bra. And not just any one. The bra was certainly smaller than her size, greatly emphasizing her beautiful breasts. And to complete it did not have a good inner lining, letting her very hard nipples show through. But underneath it did not become anything. Mother wore a very small lace panties, dental floss, a little dent on her pillow. When she turned her back to me, which she did several times properly, it was visible that her pillow sucked but the small piece of lace. Her suit swallowed the panties, with which she wanted to pass inside, she wanted the impression of wearing nothing but a tiny cap. The bottom part of the front of the slipper was well marked, and we also left a little dent on her pillow, and when she turned her back to me, which she did several times properly, it was visible that her pillow sucked but the small piece of lace. That was too much. I lifted my head. From below. My penis exploded inside my underwear. I felt it burning and I felt it wanted to come out at any moment. I could barely control myself. Despite the underwear, my state was visible and I didn't even bother to disguise myself. I got up as if nothing was happening, and I did what I should do only in sleeping shorts and underwear, with my penis erect to one side, marking a lot. And I went to the bathroom. I enjoyed it as soon as I took off my underwear. And my father didn't give in so soon. He got really hard for another 19 minutes after the joke. School was hell, I was on a hard stick all morning, disguising it as jeans. When I got home I had to hit another punch, and with the morning image in my head I didn't take long to punch the whole bathroom. So I decided to appeal, too. I noticed that my mom got jealous when a friend of mine called home to talk to me. Thais (not her real name) was a high school cheerleader. Thais was really hot, blonde, with a really big butt, medium breasts, and a pretty face. Anyone in my class would give a kidney to get a thigh wrench. We went to the movies two or three times, but nothing serious or sexual. I decided that in order to really turn things around, I needed to put Thais in the picture, and that's what I did. I started dating her, and I saw that Mommy didn't like it very much, but I gained a lot from jealousy, and if the clothes were already small, they became smaller, and the accidents, or whatever they were supposed to be, started to happen more often. It became common for mom to forget to unbutton her panties before taking a bath, and several times she passed me over the stall, all smelly and smelly, the bikinis in the pool practically disappeared into her ass, and for the first time my mom went topless! It was a Sunday afternoon and we were at the pool. Thais was with us, we'd been dating for a month. I was wearing one of the sunglasses that Mom had given me. My girlfriend was wearing a blue bikini, normal, not small, not big. Behaviour let's say. But Mommy no. Not at all. Mommy wanted to show who was the female in the piece. To show that even after the crown she was hot and went with one of her pornographic bikinis to the pool. The two of them were basking in the sun and I'm in the pool, when I hear my girlfriend say, "Seriously? You know, you might be joking!" I looked at them and I saw Mom pulling off the top of her bikini and showing her beautiful breasts to my girlfriend and me. I'd seen them in the shadow of the box, but nothing compared to seeing it live and in color. They were beautiful and big, with pink nipples and the perfect size to suck and drive her crazy. And to assert her position, Mother also said: "And you Thais, won't you come with me?" And she said: "No, Mrs. Marcela, leave it for another day". Continuing, the next day in class Thais came to talk to me. "Johann, your mother has done topless before in front of the others?" I answered no, or "at least not that I know". And he said to me: "Well anyway your mother is really very beautiful and has a body. You should be proud of her. Even more with the breasts she has. But don't think that I didn't understand". "Do you understand what?" I said, not knowing if I would freeze or if I would fuck it all up. "You're a tough guy. But of course you'd look at her breasts. You've got a really hard dick in that freezing pool. How much stamina, or tension, in "Yes!" and we went to class. It was time to end the game and win the fucking battle, and I had to fuck my mother, and it wasn't gonna be long. I knew my mom was crazy to see my hard-on, and she'd noticed the volume, but she'd never seen it in person, so I went to take a shower and left the door ajar, because I knew Mom wouldn't miss a chance to get in the bathroom, and that's what happened. I was showering and punching when I heard her approaching. At the same time I stopped masturbating. I started shampooing my hair so much that I had no way to keep my eyes open, giving her the opportunity to check whatever she wanted without being bothered. And as a mother, she took even longer than expected! When I finished rinsing my hair, she hadn't gone as I had imagined. She was there, still staring at my hard cock, with the head showing and the veins popping. And my mother said: "Son, what a nice cock! My God!" I turned off the shower and asked for a towel, in which I was carefully attended to. I dried myself to hide my erection and went to my room. My mother followed. He came into my room and said, "Son, your penis"... she hesitated. "What's wrong with it?" I said. "Is it going to be like this?" she said. "Like this?" I made myself misunderstood. "The son, so big, erect, hard, pointing upward, with the veins jumping and the head all coming out". "For now yes mother, why?" At that moment I saw that I had won the battle. Mother said: "You know son, that your cock is very beautiful, it's very"... "Much what, mother?" "Can I take it?" she immediately stumbled to say. "You can even, but as long as you stay with it in your hand you have to say what it is". "Ok, ok" and closed a hand on my cock. What a good feeling. A thousand times better than hearing her moaning or doing topless was to have your mother stroking my mast. She passed both her hands over it and weaving compliments: "My son, how big it is, how beautiful it is, look you know that, that head is very red and very outward, pointing directly to my mouth. Look at these veins jumping son, what a thing. And as it is thick, I barely close my hand in it. And so big. I think I would not be able to swallow it right. " "Why not try?" I challenged. "Ok" she said. And he swallowed my dick. And he started sucking it majestically. I was delirious. We were very thirsty for it all. From what I saw, my mother hadn't really had any man since she separated and sucked my dick with a lot, but a lot of desire. She put it all in her mouth, it went to her throat. Her saliva ran down the corners so much that she sucked it and sucked it. She licked the entire length of my dick. She sucked my balls. "What a big bag, son. You're going to break the girls with a stick like that and make them sick for that bag". I couldn't take it and left it on the bed. Mother came after my cock like a dog. She sat on the bed and continued sucking it. I stuck my hand inside her panties and felt what I had already seen. Mother was so wet, I had no difficulty penetrating her with one, two, three (!) fingers. After ten minutes, he said, "Mom, I don't chew anymore, I'm going to enjoy!" And she said, "Enjoy my tasty dick, enjoy your little mouth, I want to drink all your milk, lick my whole mouth". And I enjoyed. How I enjoyed. I must have had at least 19 spams, against the usual five. I had foreseen this day and I hadn't masturbated for a week, saving all my cock for her to drink. After having fun in all her mouth, she didn't stop sucking. She continued, and I saw the cock flowing from side to side. Finally she took the stick out of her mouth and swallowed the enjoyment, but soon she sucked my cock back, which hadn't come down. It was another thirty minutes of intense pleasure. I took off her bra and began to caress her breasts. I wanted to take off her panties, but she wouldn't let me. I threatened to save my dick for Thais (!) and was soon served. She took off her panties and turned her face to my face and we made a 69. Mom's bouquet was not just any bouquet. It was The Bouquet! Beautiful, pink, all naked and tight from being worn out. I soaked my whole body in that nectar. I sucked all of her cricket while I had the beautiful view of her mouth swallowing my stick and her moans of pleasure. Finally I enjoyed for the second time. And we went to sleep. Note: receipt from a friend of MAE's husband and son... Who practices incest and wants to talk What are you talking about? Only those who practice...