My son seducing me 2

The next morning, a Sunday, I woke up early. I felt my legs were still swollen, I had enjoyed last night in a way that hadn't happened for a long time, and Igor couldn't even suspect it. I woke up determined to put an end to this situation. It wasn't right for me to feel so attracted to my son and neither did he to me. It was a super delicate matter, but I also didn't want to spoil the great relationship we had. I got up and put on a white T-shirt with no bra, like I always do, and a little yellow shorts, and when I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty. I think my self-esteem was coming back, and my son was responsible for it. I went to the kitchen. My nipples still hurt and they were still hard. It was amazing, they hadn't reacted like this in a long time, and my shirt was marked with them in this state. I decided to go back to the room and change my shirt. If I wanted my son to stop getting excited with me, I had to collaborate. When I walked through his room, the door was half open, and I saw him lying on the bed in his position. A crazy curiosity struck me and I stopped to peek through the door, and I saw my son's naked body stretched out in the door. He was sitting on a dry bed, and his hair was hanging on his shirt, and he was trying to get a little bit of pleasure out of it. It was incredible, they hadn't reacted like this in a long time, and my shirt was marked with them. I decided to go back to my room and change my shirt. If I wanted my son to stop getting excited, I had to help. When I walked through his room, the door, and I noticed that the door, and I was surprised that he was wearing a big, and I was wearing a big, like, like, uh, a big, a 50-poundred marble marble, and I was wearing, and I was surprised by the size, and I realized that my son was wearing, and I was wearing a 50-pound, and I had a big, and I was like, A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora What are you doing here, standing at my door? Are you spying on me? I jumped back in fear and leaned against the wall of the corridor, Igor was completely naked in front of me and I said distressed: I'm scared, Igor, that you're spying on me, so why would I spy on you? <unk>Mom, it's 9 in the morning, I arrived at 5 in the morning and I'll sleep at least until noon, please<unk> I was agitated and nervous and could not disguise my gaze to his penis and I ended up saying nonsense: Did you have sex with Marcia until 5 in the morning? Who said anything about fucking mom? You also told me yesterday that you were going to the motel with her. <unk>Mom, let me pass and go to the bathroom, I'll go back to sleep and then we talk can be?<unk> Very clumsily and embarrassedly I replied: Logical son, I'm sorry, I wasn't even supposed to be getting into this matter I went to my room and sat on the bed, took a deep breath to calm down and reason. I had been an idiot now with Igor asking about his night with his girlfriend. I needed to calm down, but that huge member in front of me made me uncomfortable. I changed my stained blouse and my shorty that got wet because of my wet bucket, I had no control over these signs of horny and it bothered me. I put on another shorty, straight, now black, and a white silk blouse. Igor would sleep late, and I could be more comfortable for now. Every morning, I was desperate to talk to my son and have him around, but he didn't wake up until noon, as I said, and my anxiety level was already at the moon. When he got up, I was washing some clothes in the tank, and I didn't even notice when he came to the laundry and was watching me sitting on a stool with a cup of coffee. As I turned to put the clothes on the rack, I was startled by his presence and shouted: "Fucking Igor, what a fright! Did you take the day to scare me? Is it hard to tell me that you have arrived? What are you doing sitting there and so quiet?" He gave me a good laugh, and then he said something that really blew my mind: I'm here watching you from behind and seeing how hot you are mom He knew to dismantle me entirely, I laughed and replied without fun: <unk>Stop letting me run Igor, and stop lying too your exaggerated<unk> Mom, I'm serious, your ass is amazing. <unk> For Igor, my God, you started early today. You didn't even come to give me a good morning hug. You just spent the night with your girlfriend and you've already forgotten me<unk> Igor took this as an invitation, put his cup on the bench and came to give me a hug. He was wearing only a knitted shorts and a tight T-shirt that marked his strong arms. As he embraced me, I felt my body relax and his scent left me unresponsive. He kissed my neck and pressed me against the tank as it squeezed into the middle of my legs, I unwittingly opened them and his dick smashed my bottle over my shorts. I took a deep breath and he realized my distress. He boiled my butt with both hands vigorously. My breasts grew, and I was dominated in his embrace. Without strength, I could say softly: Son, stop touching my ass like that. ♪ I just can't take it, mother ♪ <unk>But you should make an effort, I'm your mother, just a nice hug is enough<unk> <unk>Thicker than this impossible mother<unk> Let's talk about your night with Marcia. He pulled away and took a deep breath, it was getting harder and harder for us to get close to each other, he was visibly excited, but he obeyed me and began to answer: <unk>Ah mother, actually the night was more or less, things do not go very well when it comes to sex between me and Marcia<unk> "My son, I'm surprised by this. "Well, Mom, I'm a little embarrassed to talk about it, but with you I have freedom. I had an idea why, but in disguise, I asked: Afraid of what? "Oh mother, she thinks my penis is too big" "Are you kidding me, son?" Wow, that was awesome. Have you ever seen me naked? Yeah, I mean, I've seen you naked, but I don't notice that, or him. My God, I was dying of shame about that lie I told, and I went on with no idea what I was talking about. But tell me in numbers, how big is it? <unk>24cm mother<unk> Spontaneously I reacted: I mean, I'm sorry son, I got a scare now. It's really big really son, my God, I don't even know what to say, but everything fits in sex, I'm sure you'll get it right Yes, I'm sure it is. But we're fine, I'm going to the movies with her today to make up for last night. I hope you don't mind if I come home alone tonight? Of course I was jealous, but I tried not to show my sadness for losing my son all Sunday, and said resignedly: You've been studying and working hard, you deserve to get out. If you tell me you'll let me watch a movie in your bed, I'll stay with you. I think it's better not Igor, we're getting into too much trouble son, and it's better not to abuse the luck, go have fun with your girl In the afternoon Igor got dressed, became a cat and went out to meet his girlfriend. Obviously I was struck by a sadness and a crazy jealousy, but I had to control myself. Our feelings were open and we did not even disguise the passion we felt for each other anymore, we just controlled the situation so as not to do anything stupid that we would regret later. The night when he arrived, I was already in my bed. It was eleven o'clock on Sunday night and I was tired. He arrived and I heard him in the bathroom taking a bath. He came to my room wrapped in a towel to give me a good night kiss. He kissed me on the face and we said goodbye, and that's when the unexpected happened. We stood there for a moment trying to hear what the neighbors were saying, and the woman next to us seemed hysterical, screaming at her husband, and the screams grew louder and louder, but we couldn't quite make out what they were saying, and suddenly we heard the sound of something that sounded like glass breaking, and I rolled my eyes, and I made a sign with my hands for him to be quiet, and I got out of bed and stood up, and I put my hands on the wall that divided us from the neighbor. I felt that Igor was stunned by the scene in front of him. I leaned against the wall, wearing a tiny rosin shorts with no panties marking and dividing my butt and a mink blouse also rosin completely transparent. I leaned my ear against the wall to listen to the discussion and my butt stood up a little more, I heard Igor say a very low "My God". He was slowly approaching behind me. The space of the corridor between the side wall and the bed was small and could only fit one person, so he had to stand behind to try to hear something, and he didn't think twice. At first Igor stood a little further away, admiring my tight butt and my thighs. At the moment, the neighbors argued a little more quietly, but still he was approaching me in a very quiet way. Igor just stood in front of me, and my butt stood up a little more, I heard Igor say a very low "My God". He was slowly approaching behind me. The space of the corridor between the side wall and the bed was small and could only fit one person, so he had to stand behind me to try to hear something, and he didn't think twice. At first Igor stood a little further away, admiring my tight butt and my thighs. At the next moment, the neighbors argued a little more quietly, but still more discreetly. Igor was approaching. Igor was asking me to see the volume, and my butt stood up a little further behind me, and I heard Igor was very quietly, and I felt Igor was very pleased, and I felt that he was making a little more comfortable. The stick broke on the neighbor. Igor didn't even pay attention to the argument, and leaned back behind me again, now I had nowhere to run. I was a little puzzled, but I disguised myself, pretending to want to hear the argument. I asked him again to be quiet. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled it towards his pocket. He put his knee between my thighs and gently forced me to open my legs a little more. I gave in and gently opened my legs always pretending to hear what was happening in the neighbor. Then he decided to go further. He was fearless and totally horny, he untied the knot of the towel and dropped it on the floor. Now his dick was completely free and he pointed it right in the middle of my thighs and was forcing his way in between my legs. I exploded in horny. I was nervous, I even said: Son, you push me so much, you want me to go through the wall and go out in the neighborhood? Afraid, he didn't answer, he was hallucinating. I felt his hand go up inside my blouse and reach one of his breasts, I could feel my nipple protruding between his fingers. I was unresponsive and felt his dick go through the middle of my thighs, making my body stand up. The hand that was holding my waist went down my thigh until it reached my buttocks over my shorts. Igor smoothed my buttocks gently and I shivered all over. Determinedly I put my hand on his to stop him from continuing and said in a totally disconnected voice: Son, I can't hear anything, you're distracting me. He didn't answer again, and his hand was now pulling my shorts to the side, leaving my warm, unprotected pocket. Out of control, he turned his pocket, and I felt him brush my moist vaginal lips that gently wrapped around him. It was hot and thick. My breathing was quickened, and one of my breasts was now completely out of my blouse, my nipple firmly against the icy wall. In the position I was in, he pulled me by the waist, and my butt was propped up in such a way that penetration could now happen more easily. The head of his stick was directed to penetrate my unprotected pocket. I had to stop now, or I would regret it for the rest of my life. When the head of his stick defended my warm, unprotected pocket, and I felt penetration was inevitable, I quickly pushed myself to the side and said: Let's go to sleep son, for God's sake. It's late and we have nothing more to hear here, tomorrow you have to wake up early, and so do I. I quickly went to bed, covered myself with a sheet, said good night, and asked him to lock the door on his way out. Underneath the sheet, I felt that he had become unresponsive and stiff-necked, I stayed quiet, waiting to see if he would say something, but he knew that it wouldn't do any good to insist on some kind of attack. He said good night to me, left the room and went to bed. Obviously I couldn't sleep. I thought all night that I had a son who now wanted to fuck me, and that was confusing me about it. I needed to sleep, but the adrenaline wouldn't let me. I closed my eyes and imagined my son's huge roll in the middle of my thighs. I exploded with excitement. Part two ends here.