Married son and mother 1

We were what you might call a happy family: my father, at the time 52 years old, owned an import and export documentation agency, my mother was 43 years old, had dropped out of architecture college to marry and take care of the children. My sister, two years older than me, was married with two young children. I was 21 years old at the time, studied and worked with my father. As I said we were a very united and trouble-free family. I never saw my parents arguing or fighting in all my life, she was a virgin and was entirely faithful to him. My father's problem was that I could never hear any story involving extramarital adventures. My father's problem was that he did not take care of himself physically and smoked three packs of cigarettes a day. My mother was 43 years old. My father's problem was that my father could not take care of himself physically and smoked three packs of cigarettes an hour. My mother was 43 years old. My father's problem was that I could not take care of myself physically and smoked three packs of cigarettes an hour. My mother was 43 years old. A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora Shortly after that episode it was her birthday and I decided to celebrate by inviting her to dinner, to my surprise she accepted with a smile. I imposed as a condition that she spend the afternoon in a beauty salon and that she let me choose the clothes I would wear. When she saw my choice she protested a little, not that it was too daring since she used it with my father but she thought it was too early to use such a discount. I insisted and when she left her room she looked like another person, without that depressed air that greatly increased her real age. It was a very cheerful dinner, we talked about a lot, she wanted to know my plans, I spoke and I asked about her, if now, after some time, she planned to rebuild her life. She stated that she had not yet thought about taking the course. The next week we went out again, a friend of my father's had released a book of poetry and invited us to the autograph night. She looked like my mother from a year ago, cheerful, talking to people, everything indicated that she was almost recovered. Alas, a funny thing happened: I used to get up after work, go to the gym and then have dinner outside. With the death of my father, in order not to leave my mother alone, I would come out of the gym straight home. This day I came home and my mother was not there, I should be with my sister visiting the grandchildren. I took a bath and went out naked to put the dirty laundry in the washing machine. When I opened the bathroom door I imagined my face with my mother's face that Barbara had just arrived! She looked at me with a look of surprise, I quickly went back to the bathroom and touched myself in a bright light. But a silly thing happened to me that always seemed to have evolved to the point that she kissed me awake to leave the dining room, and after her death, I looked at her mom, and I laughed a little bit and said that I would not be able to get out of the room with my sister visiting the grandchildren. I had a bathroom shower and I sat down with a little bit of my mother with a soaphorn to look at the bathroom again, and I was very excited to see that she had a little bit of pain in the bathroom. Shortly after, on a Saturday morning, I woke up and my mother was drinking coffee and getting ready to leave, she was going to the fair. As I had nothing to do, I offered to help her. I'll never forget, she was wearing a tight kiss skirt just above the knee and a man's shirt, buttoned up in the front. On the way back after putting the groceries away, I invited her out for lunch, but as it was still early, I decided to have a whiskey, to my surprise, I had rarely seen her drink anything but wine, she accepted. We sat in the room and started talking, I asked her again about her plans, and she said that she was in a very difficult position: at 44 years old, it was difficult to find someone, men of her age were either married or wanted young girls called babies, and that she was not looking for adventures or sexual relations so close to the stage. If she had gone out on her own, she would have preferred to sit alone in the front of the motorcycle. She was sitting in a chair, to my surprise, I had rarely seen her drink anything but wine, so she accepted. We sat in the room and started talking, and I asked her about her plans, and she said that she was in a very difficult position: at 44, men of her age were either married or wanted young girls, and she wasn't looking for adventures, but she wasn't looking for adventures, and she wasn't looking for a bit too young, but she had a bit too young, and she had a whole lot of course, but she had a baby, and she had a whole lot of course, but she had a whole life. - "Mom, have you ever taken a cantata?" - she held back a smile and said that right after my father's monthly mass a good friend of his called and in a not very subtle way passed him a cantata. She was always a very polite person but said that on this day she unleashed her entire repertoire of curses on the guy. - And in all this time you didn't have sex once? - "Ah, why do you want to know that?" - The tone of voice, and the redness of the face were a more than sufficient answer, but I still insisted on the question. "Yes, once"... she finally whispered. "Anyone I know?" She shook her head negatively. "Who was it?" Her answer hit me like a punch in the stomach. - "One of those masseurs who advertise in the newspapers"... - And she told me speaking softly as if there was someone nearby. Although married for more than twenty years she and Dad used to have sex up to three times a week, there for the third month after his death the sexual fast was consuming her. She then remembered that a friend of hers told that she used to use the services of these professionals to satisfy her desires. Mom then gave a search in the newspaper ads and chose one that had an office in the center of the city. The comrade was a dark brown, friendly, wearing a white jacket and in the massage room there was a massage table, a hanging clothes hook and a three-seat sofa. He fainted, and decided to sweat on her back. She said that she was still shaking so much that he noticed the first time he sent them to her, and she was still fasting. She then cried that a friend of hers told that she used to use the services of these professionals to satisfy her desires. Mom then gave a search in the newspaper ads and chose one that had an office in the center of the city. The comrade was a dark brown, friendly, wearing a white jacket and in the massage room there was a massage table, a hanging clothes hook and felt like a three-seat. The conversation was beginning to get good when the phone rang. It was a friend of my mother, a fat girl who, when she picked up the phone, didn't let go anymore. At the end of the day, we took a break with a smile with a huge cheek to make a joke. I cursed the untimely intervention of that idiot with a smile with a smile, but I picked up my legs with a smile on my face. I handed it to my mother and went to the kitchen to prepare another whiskey. I asked her if she wanted more and she gave me a sign that yes. I carried her dose, I drank more ice and I sat next to her on the sofa. The friend after congratulating her on her birthday began an endless conversation. My mother looked at me with a smile and shrugged her shoulders in a mute sign of what to do. Then I decided to make a joke that she would do with me and when we are small: she liked to hide the tip of her lower foot on my forehead and I decided to give her a sign with a smile. I ran up to my mother and went to the kitchen to prepare another whiskey. I asked her if she wanted more, and she gave me a sign that she wanted to drink whiskey. "Alex, are you aware of what we're doing?" she asked, surely to dispel his last doubts. "I know, and what's wrong with it?" "Only because someone once said that we couldn't have anything to do with it. We just have to be discreet, what we do between four walls is our problem". "That seemed to be all she was waiting for", I replied. I quickly took off my clothes, she also undressed and lay on the bed. - "Come, I want it to be very tasty, I need this very much", - I lay down on her and we exchanged a passionate kiss, of those whose tongues intertwine like snakes and then I went down. I covered one of her breasts with my hand while I put the other in my mouth. She groaned low, motionless, while I began a slow walk down her body. I sucked her bellybutton, licked her entire stomach and finally reached her lower abdomen. The kiss was back to the strong but tasty smell that her entrails produced. I carefully separated her lips from her vulva that was so wet that it slipped through the thighs. Without sucking out of her mouth on that crack where one day she came into the world. She immediately grabbed my hair and pulled me against her, as if hesitating to put me inside her whole breast again. I wanted to suck on her long intercal, I wanted to give her life, I wanted to suck on her long intercal, I wanted to give her life. I slid back over her and pointing my mast at her mouthpiece I was pushing slowly. Incredible but she had a tight mouthpiece, it didn't look like there were two children of natural birth. Immediately I started a slow go-go inside my own mother's body. It may seem crazy but the fact that it was my mother who received on her body my pica made the thing much more exciting than with other women. Slowly, almost as if counting the past incursions increasing the speed and intensity of the blows. It seemed that my pyrotechnic was encroaching on her stomach, she was rocking her hips responding to my blows with almost cries of so high. But at the end I was almost out of breath, my body seemed to have run for miles, while she was able to turn over and kiss me with no more natural childbirth. I was waiting for her to wake up in the direction of my own mother's body. It might seem crazy but the fact that it was my mother who received on her body my pica made the thing much more exciting than with other women. Slowly, almost as if counting the incursions increasing the speed and intensity of the blows. It seemed that my pyrotechnic was encrotechnic was encroaching on her stomach, she was rocking her hips responding to my blows with shouts with shouts that were almost screams of so high. But at the end I was almost out of breathless, I was almost out of breathless, my body seemed to her body seemed to run, I had run for a little while her face was running, she kissed, she had a little while her face turned over, she seemed to restarted, and I finally I was awake, I was a little bit, and I was a little bit scared, I was a little bit, and when she finally, I finally, I had a little bit of her face burned out of the pain, I had a badly, and when I had a badly, I had a badly, I had a badly, I invited her to lie down next to me, but I didn't know what her reaction would be, people tend to do things that they normally wouldn't do if they weren't under the influence of alcohol and in her case there was to be added the long sexual fast that she had been facing. To my satisfaction she dropped the towel and lay naked next to me. I hugged her tightly against me. <unk>So did she like it?<unk>- I loved it, it was wonderful, I thought I would faint when you kissed me down there, I was more relaxed because if she had a fit of regret I was sure it was going to be a serious problem. It would be impossible to live under the same roof. She spontaneously told me that she would have been extremely excited when she saw me naked, and that when I had applied the cream on her thigh, if I had gone a little further she would have done nothing to stop me. She was so excited that she had to take the first step to relieve the tension, as well as I had to relieve the tension. As we talked, I smoothed his back by running my fingers along his spine, from the back of his neck to the beginning of the ribbon. At one point I grabbed his hand and placed it on my half-erect member, she immediately began to caress it, raising and lowering her hand on it, in a few minutes my dick was completely hard. I made him lie on his side, climbed on it and strained my member into his cocktail. Although the cocktail was all wet, the cocktail was tight, it was very pleasant to creep into that warm, tight and wet tunnel. Having enjoyed it once, I tried to give my mother the greatest pleasure by extending the climb to the fullest. Her mother in turn squeezed me tightly and more and more loudly, I could not say a word, just a long and more ... ah ah ah ah ah ... until I lost my mother's confidence, and then I lost the best sense of the situation, until I lost my mother's confidence. "I'm almost joking, have you ever joked?" I asked. And I poured my sperm into my mother's uterus for the second time in a short time. While I was recovering, a terrifying thought came to my mind: Mom hadn't had sex for a long time, as she was still of childbearing age, we were not at risk of her becoming pregnant. She laughed and told me not to worry, after I was born she had done a tubal ligation. We continued to hug and I, exhausted physically and psychologically, fell asleep. When I woke up, Mom wasn't by my side. I went to the kitchen and she was preparing a snack for us since it was too late for lunch and she was still cleaning. I looked at her at the door, she was wearing only the men's shirt that she had been wearing in the morning and she was still preparing a few shirts in front of her. She was still hungry. I got up to kiss her naked waist, and I said nothing. I hugged her naked. "You're not going to tell me that you want it again!" I didn't answer, I just lodged the hard member in the gutter of her ass. I flexed my knees a little and with one stroke I stuck half of the dick into her cunt. She gave a groan, dropped the knife and supported both elbows on the lid of the sink. She responded with a gentle waving of her hips while I, grabbing her by the hips, started a slow back and forth in her vaginal canal. It was a long fuck, I soaked in her vagina for a long time until I felt that wave of pleasure that goes in an uncontrollable crescendo and poured all my sperm into her uterus. She just moaned and said <unk>vai...vai...vai...now...agooooraaa!!!<unk>. There was never any remorse on either side of us or any interest in putting an end to our relationship, say what you will, the moralists and the religious ones, it was a very pleasant and above all mutually convenient thing, and if you're at peace with yourself the rest be damned. One fact has always attracted my curiosity: my mother was the perfect daughter, studious and obedient. At eighteen she entered the architecture faculty that she left to marry my father. She was then the perfect wife, faithful to her husband and a good mother. Why then at 43 she decided to turn her life around? What led her to her abrupt change in behavior? A few times when I touched on the subject I could not get a direct answer from her until one night I was able to get an objective answer from her. She told me that she had always ruled her life by being a model: daughter, mother, wife and grandmother. That my father's death had caused in her a process of rupture, a desire to see and what she called to live "on the other side of the world". To me, what happened was that she had a life without problems, and was sexually satisfied. From that moment on she decided to seek a change in her life. What led her to her abrupt change in behavior? A few times when I touched on the subject I could not get a direct answer from her until one night I was able to get an objective answer. She told me that her life had always been governed by being a model: daughter, mother, wife and grandmother. That my father's death had caused in her a process of rupture, a desire to see and what she called to live "on the other side of the world". For me, what happened was that she had a life without problems, and was satisfied sexually satisfied.