Mother and son living together

Since I've known people, I haven't lived with my parents. I've always lived in my grandmother's house, which was on the same street, but a little bit further away, and I'd often visit my parents or they'd go to my grandmother's house to see me. I've always seen this as normal, because the house where my parents lived was small and my grandmother had a slightly larger house with a spare room, so she offered to let me live there. My parents eventually agreed, so that I could have more comfort and they could also have more privacy, and besides, it was one house next to the other. Time passed and I grew up and always living with my grandmother who was a close friend of mine, I sometimes saw her more like my mother than my own mother. I was always a good boy and studied well and did not get into trouble, it was the pride of my grandmother. When I was 15 years old I got a job after school to help more in my grandmother's house, since my parents did not help much, which made me angry sometimes. But I remember that when I was 17 years old, my parents separated, my father left home because my mother had found out that he was cheating, but that was not something new, I always suspected, but I never got involved so as not to create big problems, and a few years ago it seemed that the love of the two had ended, because they lived only fighting. It was a difficult time, my mother was unemployed and although the house was her own she still had bills to pay. My mother went into a wave of sadness and anger of my father, it was crazy, because even with the advice of my grandmother my mother tried to get back with him, but always gave some other problem. Really everything was over and there was no way back at that moment. As my grandmother was retired and had her sewing beaks that helped her to get some extra money she made me go back to my mother's house, even against my will. She told me that at that time my mother needed the family close and as I was also working, the money I received would go to pay the bills and make the house purchases, it would not go to have stewardesses or gifts like, rolls and shit like I had before, but the money would go to pay for everything. The house was actually smaller than I remembered, a small room with a back kitchen, a narrow bathroom, and the bedroom had only a double bed, a closet, and a dresser. My mother seemed happy that I was going to live with her. She was very sad in those days and worried about the bills, but I could figure it out. The first days were an adaptation, as I only came home at night to sleep even I only talked to my mother at dinner time even and accustomed at my grandmother's house I slept very early. We talked about the day, and how hard it was for my mother to get a job to take all this responsibility off of me, but she wouldn't give up. I slept every night on the living room floor, lined with many blankets, and slept on top, since the couch was too small for me. I had already spent the first month like that, there were days that I went back to my grandmother's house to get more comfortable, but my mother was a little upset when that happened, so I decided to reduce the frequency that I went to my grandmother's house. After a while, one night my father came home, not to renew the relationship, but to pick up the rest of his things there, fortunately my father still had a lot of consideration and respect for my mother, so he just took his clothes and left everything else at home. My mother then gave me the idea to store my clothes in her closet, which was a great idea, because they were all stored in a suitcase that was in a corner of the room. I organized and stored my clothes in her closet in her room. My mother was more and more settled and happy, all that sadness had disappeared. But my fate began there. I used to dress in the living room without any problems, but this time I went to my mother's room early to get my clothes and I came across a scene that froze me. I saw my mother lying on the bed completely naked sleeping. I always found my mother a beautiful woman, there with her 1.70, painted blonde hair, slightly tanned skin and now noticing large and beautiful breasts, a waist a little overweight, buttocks and large thighs and a small butt and with the straight cocks. I stood there for a while, my heart racing, I wanted to stop looking and I couldn't, I tried to make as little noise as possible, I grabbed my clothes and went out of the room to get dressed, and at that moment I was excited, but with a weight on my conscience: Pow man, she's my mother, I can't. I took a cold shower, went to school and then to work, it hammered my head all day long, I couldn't stop thinking about my own naked mother, even my friends kept teasing me saying that I was losing it all day long. But when I got home everything was normal and she treated me normal as usual, but now I was with a contaminated mind. I saw evil in that embrace and kiss that she gave me when I came home, she always wore shorts at home and some short shirts, always without a bra and that stayed in my mind. At night I couldn't contain the erection and I had to masturbate, but in the end I was burdened with conscience for doing so thinking about my mother. The next day it was the same thing, when I entered the room my mother was again naked, but this time a little more covered. I think she still had not touched that I was going to have to go to the room every morning to get my clothes. And I again enjoyed that vision of her lying asleep. And so the days went on, every morning I saw my mother naked or half-naked lying asleep, since I woke up much earlier than she and at night we talked and ate dinner as usual and at dawn I relieved the tension. I even once considered going back to my grandmother's house, but she didn't want to, she said that she would like to have me there near her and if it was for the matter of sleeping on the floor I could sleep in the bed with her. At first I did not accept out of respect, I did not feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed as my mother, but I readily accepted this time, saying that it could be more comfortable. That night when I went to bed to go to sleep I was a pile, I was nervous, my heart was beating fast. But I should have already imagined that nothing would happen that was something of my head, because my mother came into the room dressed in pajamas and lay down. She kissed me good night as she always did and we went to sleep. That night I couldn't close my eyes, I sat there imagining a million possibilities of having my mother, but the fear of making a mistake, of her getting angry, held me back, and I watched her sleep, admiring and wishing, and I tried to sleep, but I couldn't, and I saw the day dawn, so I got up and went to my routine. When I arrived at my work I was very tired and with heavy eyes, all the time I was struggling with sleep and my superior realizing this came to talk to me, and I explained to him that I could not sleep at night with insomnia, so with a comrade gesture of his, he asked if I wanted to go home to rest and tomorrow I stayed a little later to put some boxes in stock, I accepted and thanked him, so I went home. I had left about two hours before my scheduled time, and when I got home, I opened the living room door, and to my surprise, I saw my mother naked from the waist down on the couch masturbating while watching a porn DVD that belonged to my father, and she jumped out of the couch at the same time and covered her parts, asking me what I was doing there. With my eyes wide open, I just rushed in and closed the door so no one outside could see anything and told her that I left work a little early because I was too tired. My mother was completely red, she picked up her shorts off the floor and was already putting them on and apologized to me and went to the bathroom. The two of us spent the whole day strangers, didn't talk much even at dinner as we usually did. That night I was even thinking of going back to sleep in the room, because even though it was a little uncomfortable, at least I could sleep. But my mother told me to go to bed, which was more comfortable. When we were getting ready for bed, my mother came to apologize to me for what I had seen earlier, that she was a woman and that she had desires and since my father had left she had not been with anyone. She even tried to go out a few times with some guys from the area, but she said that she did not want to be leaving soon, so as not to be talked about in the neighborhood. I just agreed with her and apologized to her, and she was happy and still a little embarrassed, and she hugged me and said that she loved me very much, and she lay on the bed next to me, and she said that she couldn't put a man in the house with me in there either, and that for all those years the only one who lay in that bed with her was my father, and now me. I don't know what came over me, my heart was beating so hard, my head was saying it was now or never, I just stood there and listened to her talk, static, I don't know how she didn't find anything strange, but I took a deep breath and said, "I may be the man you wanted to bring home". At the same time, my mother was frightened and looked at me with wide eyes, and asked me if I was crazy, that she was my mother, but I told her everything, I told her that I saw her naked every morning before I went to sleep in the room and only thought about her all day long, that I masturbated thinking about her that I loved her as a son, but I was loving her as a man too. She didn't know what to say, all red, she just said it was wrong, it couldn't be done, and if anyone found out it would be the end of the world, but I had all the courage in the world, and I hugged her and I pulled her to me and I kissed her on the mouth. She pushed me furiously and shouted at me saying that I couldn't and that I was crazy, and that if I continued like this she would send me back to my grandmother's house and she would turn around to take care of the house. I tried to argue with her, but it didn't work, so I left her room and went to put my things away to sleep in the living room. The atmosphere became very strange for a few days, we didn't speak properly, just the basics, and every time I came into the room in the morning she was dressed and covered because I had told her. All this lasted for about a week, until we finally apologized and made peace. She said she shouldn't have shouted and that she was sorry and I apologized too, but deep down I still had that love for her. Although we apologized she realized that I was still upset with the argument and she stopped me again from going to my grandmother's house as I was planning. She asked me to go back to sleep in the bed because it was more comfortable and I refused and in an attempt to please me she told me to sleep there that she slept in the room, I refused yet. But my mother was very stubborn and coming in the evening when I had prepared everything in the room and had laid down and turned off the lights and closed the curtain, sleeping in the total haze as I liked. She came in the dark and gave me a good night kiss on the forehead as she always did, I returned without opening my eyes, when I felt her lying down by my side. I asked her if she was crazy, she said she was going to sleep in the room so I could sleep in the room, I gently pushed her telling her to go to her room and she refused, saying that it was an apology for everything that happened. She then lifts the blanket and goes under the blanket with me, on that floor too tight for both of us, I was going to complain to her when my skin leans on hers and I realize that she was naked. At that moment my heart shot up and I was confused. I was going to say something and she covered my mouth telling me to shut up, she said that she was very hard on me, that she still thought it was all very wrong, but she was still a woman and I was a man and at that moment she wanted to make love to someone that she loved and that was safe. I didn't say anything more and we started kissing, I was very confused, at the same time I was angry, I was loving, I was kissing back and I could feel her skin on mine I could feel her heart racing just like mine and my stomach was twirling and twirling with nerves, but nothing to stop my erection which was in full use. My mother was with closed eyes and kissing me, I passed my hand on her breasts, back and ass, until finally I put my hand on her little pocket that was a little more hairy, but was warm and well wet. She didn't take long and also put her hand inside my samba song and began to caress it, and at this point it was already hurting so hard that it was. I was there eager to do my best and enjoy the moment and my mother kissing me warmly. Our tongues tangled and we were more and more glued to each other. When she stopped kissing me and came to my ear and whispered: Come make me my husband's wife. I did not disagree, I got up quickly and panting, I was sweating from nervousness and I had never taken my samba song so fast in my life. She lay down and opened her legs to me and I unceremoniously put my dick in the mouth of her bouquet and slowly swelled. I felt my butternut making its way inside that woman, little by little I filled her all inside and felt her warm, wet and tight, completely enveloping my dick. I started a very nice come and go, she moaned softly and hugged me as I went in and out of the place where I was born, and we stayed there for a while in a nice sex and slowly until we got used to it, when I started to put more speed and force. At that moment, she says it's great, it's what she wanted, and I'm digging with desire into her, and she sometimes rolls on my dick, and as my vision starts to adjust to the dark, I look at her, and I admire that woman all to myself. I kept getting in and sucking on her breasts, which made her crazy and even wetter and hotter, and that woman was a hard-on, and I couldn't hold it much longer, so I said I was about to make a joke. She still groaned and begged me to take it off, so that I wouldn't mock inside her. Although it was an almost impossible task I managed in time, I took out my stick and at the same time she held it and started punching me, making me mock her belly and on top of the pussies of her bucket. I couldn't believe it at the time. I was sweating and panting in that small room, the house was an oven and smelled strongly of sex. She looked at me and made a caress on my face saying that it was very good and that I needed to take a bath. We both took a bath together, washed ourselves well and had another kiss and hug in the bathroom and finally we both went to bed in her bed. After the bath I was already hard again and ready for another one. In her room she laid me down and came over, she quivered and rolled willingly on me. The bed that was a little old creaked and sometimes hit the wall with the movements, making her control herself a little, but still she kept driving me crazy. I didn't believe that this was happening to me, so long dreaming and now it was reality. My mother kissed me and squeezed me willingly until the urge to joke came again, so she stopped and got off me and started punching me and licking my dick. I couldn't stand it and enjoyed licking myself. And again we both went to take a bath together, but this time when we left we really went to sleep. The rest of the week we didn't do anything, we lived our lives as usual, and it was killing me, I would talk to her, but she would say that she didn't want to, that she was sorry and that it was wrong. Even admitting that it was good, she didn't want any more. But at the end of the week during the night when we were going to sleep I grabbed her from behind and started to caress and give kisses. At first she was pulling away from me and telling me to stop, but gradually she gave in and finally let it roll. We were there flirting, I passed my hand all over her until I put my hand in her little mouthpiece and realized that she was all wet, so I didn't waste time. I lifted her leg, I brushed my stick in her entrance and I was putting it slowly and she was helping me pushing my ass made me crazy, until I put it all in. We sat there having sex for a long time, just the two of us naked in a back and forth that was sometimes loving and sometimes forceful, until finally I made fun of her on her ass, and after that we sat there for a long time hugging and then we started talking. She said that she liked it, but that it was wrong to do it with her own son, so I replied to her that I was not to imagine myself as a son anymore, I was her man, the man of the house, who took care of her and the house as well. But I went on and said that she herself had said that no other man had lain in that bed with her but me, so that I was the man now and she didn't have to worry that anyone would know. At that moment my mother was happy and we hugged each other tightly and affectionately, since that day we stopped calling each other mother and son and we started calling each other by name, or by love when we were alone. Gradually she got used to the idea of her son being her new man and became more comfortable with it all. She went back to taking birth control to avoid problems and also so that we could have sex without worries and restrictions. Since that day I have been making fun of her inside every time and it was wonderful. She after a while got a job and our situation has improved a lot financially. And we have been like this for about six years and until now no one has found out and we are very happy together. An account sent from the marriage of mother and son of FARROUPILHA, RIO GRANDE DO SUL