Son and mother married pt4

As you can see in the first few paragraphs of my story, he's going to have a lot of sex, no holds barred, because that's the theme of my story. However, unlike fiction, in reality things don't happen overnight. After the anguish of the moment, when you look back, you can see that those moments of slow progress and discovery were wonderful and that's all I'm reporting. For those more eager, I know it's hard to wait, but if you have patience you won't be disappointed. That almost Sunday night, after we went to the cinema, we decided to have a snack to end the week and we didn't drink anything because the next day I was going to teach and he was going to college. Still he was all kind and I loved his attention. At some moments I thought that not even married and loving my husband had been so happy. When we returned home Giuliano was excited and soon I understood why. Shall we sleep together, mother? But tomorrow is Monday. But you said we could sleep together on the weekends. With you everything has to be very well explained otherwise you take advantage of the situation no Giuliano? Sunday was not in the plans because tomorrow we have to wake up early. But this time pass, I said smiling. And you're going to sleep like yesterday, right? You said that with a little pigheaded-ass face. Since you've been behaving, I'll sleep like you asked. This conversation we had was getting me all worked up, and I didn't want to show it. Then let's go Giuliano, because tomorrow we wake up early. We went to our rooms, and just when I thought Giuliano was going to his to change, he followed me to my room, surprising me. Aren't you going to change, son? Slowly he came to me holding me by the waist facing him scaring me and making my heart beat hard. What are you doing Giuliano? Nothing that I haven't already done, Mom. And he began to kiss me warmly and gently. Meanwhile his hands caressed my back, arms and waist, but not very daringly. It was a kiss like others we had given before. But then I felt his hands lowering the zipper of my dress on my back and feeling bumps all over my body I tried to react? What are you doing? He didn't let go of me and instead pulled me even closer to his body making me feel how excited he was. Mom, aren't you going to sleep in your underwear and bra? I'm just helping you take off your clothes. Or you're not wearing your underwear and bra, you said provocatively. Of course I'm Giuliano, but not in my sleeping bag. As I was in a phase of recovery of self-esteem I had chosen a set of lace-covered lingerie that I had not worn for a long time that made my body beautiful and matched with my hair to walk with him. And I did not imagine that Giuliano would see me in that set. First because it was Sunday and I thought we would not sleep together and then because even if he knew I could change earlier and put on a set much more behaved. But he was catching me totally off guard. <unk> So mom. It doesn't matter. Any girl looks good on you. Don't be afraid. I'm just going to help you get out of those clothes. Isn't that what a boyfriend would do to his girlfriend? You say you can't date because you're too shy, but with me you're very bold, no Giuliano? It's true mom. Just thinking about doing this with a girl makes me shake, but with you it's different. You're my mom and you love me. And I feel safe with you. I knew that Giuliano was trying to manipulate me, but I also knew that what he was saying was true. With me, any slip of the tongue would be ignored and that gave him the confidence that extremely shy people don't have. Even though I didn't think it was a good idea for him to see me in that lingerie and especially take off my dress as a sexual act I allowed it. Even because I was excited by the thought that he would see me in that lingerie that I myself thought made my body beautiful. It's not very comfortable, but I'll sleep in it. <unk> I'm going mother. You know that I've kept my promises. With many difficulties, but I have, said smiling. He kissed me again with a serene kiss and lowered the zipper of the dress again. When he finally reached the end, he came with the calm of an experienced lover with his hands on my shoulders and began to pull the wide handles by his arms. All without stopping kissing me and gently. He stopped a little to take a breath and then returned. I remained with my eyes closed so as not to see the reality that it was my son who was there kissing me and undressing me. But my bowels were already producing my honey in abundance mellowing my little calf. When the handles of the dress passed through my hands he stopped kissing me and moved away a little to lower the dress I continued with my eyes closed. As soon as my dress reached my waist uncovering my breasts with the bra, I felt that he stopped again. I did not need to open my eyes to know that he was admiring my white breasts jumping on that beautiful bra of coppered lace that left them almost exposed. Gradually I had the feeling of him coming closer and I felt his lips coming closer to kiss me again. And this time his chest muscle with the shirt was slowly squeezing my breasts against his body which makes me give a slight whimper and have small spasms. I was completely inert and dominated and I wanted it to end so I wouldn't lose control, but I couldn't react feeling his manhood against my belly and my breasts on his chest. After a while in this way in which my panties were already denouncing my excitement, Giuliano moved away again and began to lower my dress again. The panties were already starting to appear and slowly, very slowly, I felt the dress sliding down my skin giving me shivers up to my knees and then my feet. I didn't have time to take off my sandals and so at that moment I was wearing only lingerie in copper lace and copper sandals also fully exposed to my son. Even with my eyes closed I could feel Giuliano kneeling in front of me as I was lowering my dress and now I could imagine his face facing my stomach and I didn't have the courage to open my eyes then I heard Giuliano's voice Mom, lift a foot so I can pull on the dress. Then I had to open my eyes and I saw Giuliano looking at my feet waiting for me to lift them I put a hand on his shoulder and lifted a foot and he pulled the dress. Now the other mother. I lifted my other foot, and he finally let me go as I wanted, and when I realized he was going to look at my face, I closed my eyes again, trembling with excitement as I felt Giuliano looking at every part of my body, and I couldn't react between being terrified of the consequences and small spasms of excitement. I noticed that he started to walk around in my static body supported by two sandals with high heels and when I was behind me new shivers came up through my body knowing that he was looking at my back and my butt. This turn around my body did not last a minute, but seemed hours. When he finished, he stood again in front of me and held my waist as before leaving me shivering with the touch of his warm handkerchief. And he came leaning on my body squeezing my breasts again and now I felt better on my almost naked belly. And he began to kiss me again. I was completely delivered. Never in my life had I been so sensual and excitingly naked as at that moment. If Giuliano rubbed a little more of his member on my vagina I would drip at the time. Fortunately or unfortunately, he was promising me that we had done nothing and respecting each other again. Open your eyes, mother, look at me. As soon as I opened my eyes, embarrassed I looked at him who admired my body with a baboon's face. <unk> Mom, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You're perfect in that lingerie. You're 100 times more beautiful than Dad's girlfriend. I've seen you in a bikini and there's no comparison. I would never trade you for her. Never. I was happy with that comparison mainly because I was my ex-husband's girlfriend, raising my self-esteem even higher and smiling embarrassedly. So you make me ashamed son. If you were my wife you would only receive love and would never be left. You seem to want another gift with so many compliments. You don't have to give any gifts. I'm already so happy that you're doing for me what you're doing. I'm doing it because I love you, my son. <unk> I know mom, so now if you were my girlfriend you'd also help me take off my clothes so we can sleep. I rolled my eyes trying to figure out where he was going with this. What do you want Giuliano? I can't sleep like this, isn't that what girlfriends would do? You already want too much Giuliano. I've slept with you in your underwear for two nights, and I've already taken off your dress. And slowly he came closer to me again, making me feel the warmth of his body and I shivered more. stripping Giuliano, even getting underwear, was a purely sexual act and even respecting my limits he was corrupting me leading me to do delicious but sinful things. However, I could not resist his request. What do you want me to do, Giuliano? Mom, you took off my clothes so many times to give me a bath when I was younger. But it was no longer the same. Giuliano was once a boy with a small body and now a man formed, beautiful to die and with a healed body and certainly my feelings would not be as in the past. In fear of what could happen I wanted to end it as soon as possible and my hesitation only prolonged that situation. I stretched out my hands on the bars of Giuliano's shirt and began to lift and he immediately raised both arms. So high that I could not pull up to the tip of his hands. So when the shirt covered his eyes in the movement of climbing I asked for his help and when he bent his arms to pull the shirt up his muscular chest was exposed right in front of my face and I almost went forward and bit his muscles of so much sex I felt, however I controlled myself. As soon as he was out of the shirt gave a beautiful smile. All I need is my pants. Slowly I went to the button of his jeans and when I pushed my fingers behind the button, inside the pants I felt his member hard as stone protected by the underwear. That feeling gave me a shiver in my spine and I hurried to open and avoid falling into temptation. When I pulled the whole zipper I saw that the part of his member that I had touched was only half the length of it, because it was folded and the tip was almost over the hip bone. I had always seen him in a wide samba-song that did not show the full size, but he was wearing a tight and tight and it was possible to see that his member was much larger than his father who was already well endowed. Not unusual, but by the print on the pants seemed a little bigger than my palm and a little thinner than my pants. I was surprised, but Giuliano was surprised. He pulled my heel to the end, and I ended up lowering his knee to finish his trousers and that his member was not in service. All right, Giuliano, you finish it and we'll go to bed. Giuliano took off quickly and when I turned to go to the bathroom to do my needs he spoke. Wait a minute, Mom, you missed one last kiss. And he came clutching my body sticking to his. He didn't have time to protest and he was already kissing me nice again. So close to me that it seemed that our bodies would merge into one. My breasts were squeezing against his chest with only the bra between them. And his member was clinging to my bust with only the fabric of the panties and the underwear between them. Slowly his hands began to run down my back in delicious caresses. Each pass he lowered his hand further climbing on top of the panties on my butt and I wanted to protest, but instead had started to slowly rub my belly on his funny member. We stayed for about five minutes until he was already holding the pulp of my butt pulling me against his member and I could sit without fear inside my chin already clinging to my outer lips. As he passed the other hand over my back and pulled my body tightly against his, squeezing my breasts even more, I, against all my instincts, had an orgasm rubbing myself shamelessly and deliciously on his member. To try to disguise it, I held my groans as much as I could, but my spasms and my limp legs that forced him to hold me betrayed me. I continued to joke intensely hanging in his strong arms. His inexperience with sex did not let him be sure what was really going on and I joked and listened to him talk. What's the matter, mother? Frightened and not quite knowing what I had, he took me in his arms and carried me to the bed where I lay down. He took off my sandals and sat down beside me. My orgasm was over, but I was in this ecstasy of amusement, and I couldn't answer, and he was looking at me, waiting for an answer, and finally, when I recovered, I pulled the sheet over my half-naked body. I'm fine Giuliano I think I need to sleep please turn off the light Without understanding, he did not answer. I'll be right here if you need anything just tell me I'm sorry if I did something that made you so worried He turned off the lights and came to lie next to me behind, but without leaning his body on my body. And began to caress my hair so that I would sleep. He, to my relief, seemed not to understand what had happened or did not understand seeing all my embarrassment and shame. I was completely satisfied. It was the best pleasure of my life until that moment without penetration. My excitement was never so exacerbated making me rub shamelessly on my son's body. At the same time that I was satisfied I felt an immense moral hangover. It was inexcusable what I had done. That boy was my son and I shouldn't have had those feelings with him. I just couldn't. That night would be long because I wouldn't be able to sleep so fast. I needed to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth, but I didn't have the courage to get up and have to look at Giuliano if he was awake. So I waited for more than an hour until I felt that he was deeply asleep and I went to the bathroom. And I locked myself in there crying in anguish over what had happened and what could happen. I should have given up on it, but if it was too hard, Giuliano could leave me and go live with his father. And I felt that being without him wasn't an option. I would just collapse if I didn't have Giuliano with me, and I even freaked out at the thought, because it seemed like I felt something more for my son than motherly love. I even remembered Giuliano's twin souls. Could this really happen between a mother and a son? I decided that something had to be done, and fortunately I had until next weekend to think about it. The next morning after a few hours of sleep I lost an hour and when I woke up Giuliano was already waiting for me for breakfast anxiously. <unk> Are you better mom? You scared me yesterday. What were you feeling? I almost choked on my coffee with that question, and not answering everything he wanted. I'm all right, son, but I'm late. And I avoided confessing that I had had a delightful orgasm against her body and between her arms. The week passed as we had agreed, and I even felt that Giuliano was a little frightened by what had happened, and after much thought and many options, I decided that the best thing would be to be honest with Giuliano in order to be able to explain why we couldn't continue with what we were doing, and on Friday night, I took courage with a couple of glasses of wine and asked to talk to him. Giuliano, my son, sit down, we need to talk. It seems like it's not a good thing. He hadn't had a drink, and he hadn't tried anything that night, so maybe he was expecting a conversation. Son, I want to be honest with you, but I'm too embarrassed, so I'm even drinking wine to relax and take courage. You don't have to be ashamed of me, ever. But I'm very embarrassed. You don't know how much. I'm going to ask you something and be very honest in your answer. It's all right, mother. What do you think happened to me on Sunday night when you had to take me to bed? I saw that he was troubled by my question. Mom, honestly I'm not sure, at first I just thought you were fainting, then I wondered what it could be. <unk> And what do you think it could be? I thought shortness of breath because I squeezed you so hard at that time, I thought a seizure because you were shaking, and I also thought you might have had a... And he stopped talking and became mute. What else did you think? He stared at me trembling and couldn't pronounce it, so I had to speak. Yes, Giuliano, that's what you thought. He looked at me with his eyes wide and frightened and stood still like a statue. I've been separated from your father for months and I don't have anyone to satisfy me. You're still very young and have your needs. Yes son. I have. And because I was so needy what happened to you happened. Only it could never have happened. This is wrong. I'm your mother and I couldn't have come this far with you. We have to put a stop to this. I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to make you feel bad about me. It wasn't bad Giuliano. On the contrary. But it's wrong to have those kind of good feelings with a son. Only I'm afraid to talk so we end it and you decide to go live with your father. I told you mother that it was better that I had gone. If I had gone none of this would have happened and you wouldn't be suffering like this. I feel bad leaving you like this. Don't you feel bad about what happened to Giuliano? He stared at me for more than a minute with that face of someone who loves me too much and doesn't want to hurt me, and then he responded compassionately. <unk> I'm sorry, Mom. I know what you want to hear, but you said to be honest. And honestly I don't feel a bit bad for what happened between us in that moment. And now that I know what happened, that is by far the best moment of my life and I will remember it forever. I'm sorry that I didn't realize in the moment to enjoy it better. And you also enjoyed it at that moment. You just didn't like the after because you had so many charms. I despaired at your answer. We're mother and son, it's not normal. <unk> Mom, we can't say that it's not normal, because there are many cases in nature between fathers and sons and brothers. And even between humans. Maybe it's not common, but there are so many cases that should happen within a family without anyone knowing. Even in the Bible, daughters seduced the father to get pregnant by him. Read the erotic stories of incest on the Internet and you'll see what I'm talking about. I was definitely frightened by the direction of that conversation and by Giuliano's arguments. How did he know all this? And why did he have so many arguments? How do you know about all this Giuliano? What was your intention when you researched? Are you reading erotic stories? Why? I realized he sensed my question and tried to disguise it. You know I'm curious. Already losing control I spoke loudly to him. Honesty Giuliano. I want honesty. You researched this because you want me some other way besides mom? <unk> I don't know why you ask this question, mother. I already answered you a long time ago when I told you that I was going to live with my father. And I told you that I love you beyond the love of a son yes. And that it would hurt you if I stayed close to you. I don't know what you didn't understand. I was very honest. And he said it with the bravest voice I've ever seen, and he went on. <unk> And I don't have a solution. You want me together so that you don't feel lonely, but you want us to have limits. I want to stay close to you because I love you much more than a son. And it's no use asking to forget because I won't. And you don't accept that kind of relationship between us. So I can't for your selfishness that you want me around, suppress my feeling being with you. In fact, the conversation was waking me up to how my son had grown up and was no longer a boy. He was now a trained man and I was right when I said that it was selfish of me to have him by my side just so that I wouldn't feel alone and abandoned by everyone. I was shocked and I felt crushed by every word that Giuliano said. And I started crying and I couldn't say anything. <unk> Don't cry mom. I love you in any case. Unfortunately in life we can't have everything we want. I wanted to have you besides my mother and I can't. And you would like to have me only as the son you love and also can't have. We will have to choose what is less bad for us. I couldn't stop crying because of the truths that Giuliano had told me, or because he felt for me more than a normal son, or because he would leave me, and most of all because I felt for him more than a mother's love, and I was desperate for that. <unk> You're right my son. I'm being very selfish and only thinking about myself when it should be the other way around. I'm sorry. I can't ask you to suppress your feelings or even to stay with me. To stay with you I would make any concession, but the one you want, I just can't. It goes against all my principles. I'm sorry. <unk> You don't have to apologize, Mom. I can't suppress what you feel either. And I can't convince you that your beliefs are wrong. But I'm going to ask you a question that I saw circulating on the Internet. It sounds silly, but you'll understand later. What are the names of your great-grandparents and great-grandparents? Why, Giuliano, this is a serious conversation. It's serious, Mom, please answer. I thought long and hard about your question and its meaning before I answered it. Thinking back, Giuliano, I only remember one because we named him after him. <unk> So mother. You have three more great-grandfathers and four great-grandfathers and you don't even remember their names. That's the point of the question. Three generations from now neither your direct descendants will remember you. So why lead your life by what others think or believe? By their rules? Whether you are good or bad no one will remember you. So it's better to lead your life without worrying about what others think. I understand what you're trying to say, Giuliano, and I agree, but it's easier said than done. We can change that, Mom. I'm sorry, son, I can't, we'd better give it a few days to think about it, and then we'll decide what to do. You can be a mother. I got up and went to my room sadder than ever. During the bath and in bed I kept thinking about the difficult situation I was in. And I came to the conclusion that if in one of our previous catches Giuliano had violated our agreement and made love to me by forcing the bar I would have accepted, even if after a time of regret came. But with the progress between us going slowly, I had more time to think about how all that was wrong and it became more difficult for me. So the fact that Giuliano was a great-hearted, sweet and respectful person made him wish that I had stayed further away from him. Wanting to stay away from me, on Saturday and Sunday Giuliano went to his father's house and I felt all the weight of being alone. I had some friends and my parents and sister, but going to them without feeling well would make me a bad company. And they would ask a thousand questions that I didn't want to answer. On Sunday night Giuliano came back and after greeting me with a kiss on the face trying to show that everything was fine he went to his room and locked himself there and still during the week, one night he came to my room to talk. Can I talk to you for a second, Mom? Of course son, whatever you want. You know, Mom, I've been thinking about our last conversation and I've come to a decision. Curious and apprehensive, I asked what that decision was. Whatever it is, I'll take it. Mom, I'm going to stay here trying to suppress my feelings for you, and if I ever realize that I'm suffering too much from this or that I can't suppress it anymore, I'll move to my father's house. <unk> Thank you my son. I know you are doing this for me. Let's give time to time. Who knows this feeling will go away. Mom, I'm not here to argue with you today, so I'm not even going to answer. She kissed him on the cheek and went to her room. I felt a certain relief knowing that the person I love most in the world would not leave me, but also apprehensive about how much he would suffer for repressing his feelings. And I decided at that moment to arrange a boyfriend to try to make Giuliano change his feelings when he saw me with another man. Some of the teachers at school had already talked about several acquaintances and I had never given back, but now I was going to look for them and see if I liked any of them. And that's what happened in the weeks that followed, as Giuliano treated me very well and respectfully as a mother. One day I warned him that I was going to take someone home to dinner with us, and when my guest arrived and I introduced him as my boyfriend, Giuliano made an impossible-to-disguise face to show that he was totally uncomfortable with the situation. During dinner he spoke little, and when we sat on the balcony with my boyfriend talking endlessly about how beautiful and smart I was, Giuliano could no longer disguise his discomfort and asked permission to go to his room. From that day on, he started avoiding me and no longer behaving like the caring son that he had been trying to be in the last few weeks. And in exchange for my attention, he was short and fat. Now that you have your mother's company, you don't need to be pampered by me anymore. Giuliano didn't know it, but my boyfriend and I didn't have any chemistry. Just his company and his compliments did me good. And nothing else. He tried to push the signs a few times and I always resisted. And I just kept dating to see if Giuliano would forget his feelings for me and get a girlfriend. If that happened, I could finally end that fake relationship. But I shot myself in the foot. Besides Giuliano not being interested in any girl, he had distanced himself from me and was very angry, probably out of jealousy. And he gave signs that he was about to move to his father's house because he was spending more and more time there. Realizing the error of my strategy, I immediately ended the relationship and let Giuliano know. I felt that I had lifted a burden from his shoulders, when in fact I had lifted that relationship without a drop of love from my shoulders. And he became happier and more attentive again. But I had changed. The experience of my failed courtship showed me that I wouldn't fall in love with anyone else because I had Giuliano in my head. Every time I thought about any man that my teacher friends were talking about, I would immediately think of a comparison with Giuliano, and he would always win. How to find someone as beautiful, as loving, as pleasant and as loyal as my son. It would be impossible. The problem was that he was my son and we couldn't have a relationship. Or could we? And that was the doubt that wouldn't leave my head anymore. And to justify a thought caught me trying to remember the names of my great-grandparents and I couldn't. It was my attempt to justify trying to justify my impure and new thoughts. And as Giuliano had told about the erotic comments, I started going on those websites and mostly reading between the mothers and knowing that we had started seeing very few exceptions, but I didn't think it was right, and I didn't think it was very normal. So again, taking advantage of the courage that a bottle of wine always gave me, I started talking to Giuliano while we were watching a movie. Are you all right, my son? Why are you asking? It's that when you decided to continue living with me, you told me that you would suppress your feelings for me as long as you could, so I would like to know on a scale of 1 to 10 how much that suppression is to know what awaits me in the future, I said with a worried smile. You shouldn't have asked that. I don't want to be surprised if you leave me. It's just that it's complicated, Mom, and if it's on a scale of 1 to 10 how much I'm repressing my feelings for you, I looked at him scared. <unk> What do you mean, my son? Is it so difficult? Why haven't you left yet? It's really hard and I've thought about leaving a few times but then I remember how much I love you and how much you need me and I decide to hold on a little longer and I'll stay. I started to cry immediately sobbing as I tried to say something. You're suffering like this just to make your mother happy. Don't cry mom. I don't know how it should be and we've thought of all the options and none of them is good. Let's take it like this. When it doesn't give more, I see what I do. I went to sit next to him and holding his hands still sobbing opened my heart looking into his eyes. Giuliano, I'll tell you what we're going to do, we're going to pick up where we left off, but no hurry and no exaggeration, and I'm going to slowly teach you how to act with a woman so that you'll be ready when the love of your life shows up. With a big smile, Giuliano looked at me. I accept all your conditions, mother. And pulling me to give me a nice hug, he whispered in my ear. <unk> I've told you a thousand times that you are my soul mate and the love of my life, but you insist on not believing. So I also whispered in his ear. Let's see if you feel that way in a year or two, because I don't know any young person who feels that way for that long. Giuliano has moved away. Then you're right, Mother, let's see, and teach me well, because you're the one who's going to enjoy it, he said, teasing me. I gave him a big, happy smile and told him to go to sleep. Giuliano, I'll teach you right away, but today is a weekday, we have an appointment tomorrow, and that's only going to happen on weekends. But can I give you just a little stamp? Of course you can, my son, loving sons can always stamp their mothers. So after a little longer than usual he went to his room to sleep happily of life. I was also happy and incredibly light after our conversation even knowing that situations could happen between me and Giuliano that I did not accept. And taking it slowly, I would try to get out of this our fixation for the other without going too far.