Son and mother married pt8

After an intense and wonderful night of sex ended with a delicious conch during the dawn, as soon as I opened my eyes, I gained a lot of kisses on my face and a declaration of love and mellow in nothing remembered that Giuliano who took me as he wanted and made me speak cool words. I love you mother. I pulled him by the neck and kissed him back with what I felt filling my heart. Thank you for making me happy again. I've always believed that we're soul mates and that there's something more to our relationship. He was back on his side of the bed looking straight at me with one of his arms raised and folded over his head, looking like an Adonis of such perfection and having him declare himself that way, instead of worrying about his future as in the past, he was now leaving me wanting for myself. I knew that he was too young and would have time to kill that desire with me and then go after another woman. The biggest problem was that he was still hopelessly introverted and withdrawn with other women and I had an idea to change that. So I agreed to let him put my pictures on the websites even if he didn't want to. He didn't know, but if I won one of our two challenges, my wish would be to ask him to kiss and have sex with another woman. Not that I wanted that at the time. I was already feeling possessive of him, too, but nothing would stop me from trying to help him. I even had the perfect girl in mind. So even eagerly, I wanted to take his idea forward that Saturday. <unk> I've already confessed to you that I also believe in twin souls son. And if that exists I really hope that we are. Now let's take a bath and then a coffee? Don't you want to take those pictures? I've been thinking about it since I woke up looking at you in that sweater, and the only reason I haven't caught you now is because I've got a delicious idea. You and your ideas Giuliano, what is this delicious idea, you bastard? I've been looking at you and I'm gonna be so jealous that I'm gonna share a picture of you in a bikini and a picture of you in a dress, so I'm gonna want to leave a mark on you that won't show up in the pictures, but will remind me that you belong to me. What kind of mark, I asked worriedly. It's a mark that to leave you with her, first I'll have to give you pleasure. It's Giuliano, he is killing me. Mom, before I take the pictures I'm gonna fuck you really good and fill your cup with my fuck and then you won't clean up when you put on the dress and then the bikini. Only the cheerfulness of Giuliano could create those fantasies that I would never have and that even Pedro did not have during our marriage. With each new idea of his I was surrendering myself and taking pleasure in realizing them. And since I knew that he would not put anyone else in our relationship and would never hurt me, I already began to hope that he would have a new fantasy giving me pleasures that I had never had. And it would not be difficult to realize that his new fantasy and when he finished the sentence saying that it was not a request, I knew what he meant. You've made me excited by imagining that so many people will see me and I'll be like this instead of being in a dangerous place like you want, I'll feel like I'm in a place like this I've thought about it too, but my greater intention is to mark my female, showing that you are mine. A shiver went up my spine and now I couldn't wait to do it, and if he didn't get out of that bed I'd offer myself to him without shame. Let's take a shower and then Giuliano's coffee, or we won't get out of this bed. He looked at me satisfied knowing what I was provoking in his female. After the bath, just put on a robe and let your hair look good, but don't put on too much makeup because I want those freckles to look good. Then I'll be a little late for coffee. You don't have to put on lingerie and pick a really beautiful dress from those prints that I like and a bikini that you think looks good in. <unk> Anything else, I asked in jest. <unk> Do you have a big beach hat mom? I got it. Let's hide his face with it. But Giuliano, if you don't put on underwear, it'll all run down my legs. So she just grabs a pair of panties to put on with the dress, but she doesn't put them on yet. Giuliano was giving instructions and seemed happy about what we were going to do. Besides making love again, I knew he was excited about this idea of proving to me that everyone would say I looked younger than my 33 years. In his view of a 19-year-old boy he was thinking that I felt old at 33 and maybe that age was old for him. But for me, I felt perfectly fine at that age and now with my self-esteem up there with his constant compliments, I didn't need a proof. But I wanted to make him happy. All right, son, let's get the coffee ready. You can leave Mom. I went to the bathroom and finally washed my pussy still smeared with my son's sperm feeling like the slutty little mother that he liked and would be even more so afterwards, with that photo story. After the bath I dried my long hair in a slightly wavy way than the natural giving movement, because that was one of my strong points. And for the makeup, I made it very light as Giuliano asked leaving my freckles very visible, but giving a highlight to my green eyes. Nothing exaggerated because it would be a photo with a nice summer dress beach type, with which an exaggerated makeup would look strange. When I looked at myself naked in the big mirror seeing my whole body and my face, I felt beautiful and lovely, as a result of all the support Giuliano gave me to make me feel good after the separation. Besides my son and my husband, he was also my savior not letting me get into a depression. I didn't even remember Pedro anymore, except for the complaints I had made in the last weeks because Giuliano would no longer visit him. I picked up a sensual pair of panties, neither big nor small, put on the robe and imagined that for the photo with the dress I should be in a matching high-heeled sandal. Nothing too over the top. And finally I chose a dress printed in white and yellow with a blue background that Giuliano loved because it was when he praised me the most and a black bikini to contrast with my red hair. Despite having a high waist it was hollow, but not to the point of entering the butt. In this way it would highlight my butt well making it more round and steep and the legs would seem longer. The part of it was interwoven by the fabric itself with the upper cut on the breast very close to the horizon. It also exhibited without putting my value. Among my three preferred bikini because no one knew Giuliano used it at home, it was the only one to be recognized as a guarantee. When I got to the room, where there's the big glass door to the balcony and the pool where we would take the photos, I could see Giuliano with the table ready for our coffee since it was an American-style kitchen combined with the same room, and when he saw me. You're simply divine, mother, and this light makeup has made you even more jovial. Thank you son, you know how to please me. You'll see, he was talking about that test. We had coffee without hurry talking about various subjects as always happened between us until we finished and I began to get excited as Giuliano would do to "mark" me with his semen. Shall we get started, mother? Come on, Giuliano, how are we going to do this? Are you all right, Mom? Knowing what we're going to do before the pictures, what did you want? I'd like you to be like this, well groomed, we just can't let you sweat and mess up that beautiful hair, so it's better to go outside on the balcony sofa because it's much cooler. We went to the balcony where there was a set of sofas and armchairs for wet areas with the sofa back to the pool and to the green wall of plants behind the pool. It had high cushions on the empty seat and the backrest in interlocking straw, like the armchairs. Looking, I imagined that Giuliano would make me sit on his lap and penetrate me like this would make us reach orgasm while he would fill my vagina with his semen as he wanted for the photos. But out of Giuliano's head came something much, much bolder. We stood with that view of the sofa in the foreground, the blue pool in the background and the wall lined with green foliage and colorful flowers in the third, forming almost one of those paintings of the gardens painted by Renoir. Giuliano came from behind me and embracing me went with his hands in that fabric belt that closes the robe holding him. Then he began and kissed my ear without touching my hair, but passing his tongue I shivered showing on the white skin. It was still 11 o'clock in the morning and I would make love to Giuliano and I felt that my lubrication flowed down my legs. Slowly he released the belt of his robe and when he opened it he pulled it gently by my arms leaving me completely naked. You're a masterpiece of God, you've said too much. What an exaggeration, Giuliano. I remember the first time I took off your dress to sleep with you, that day I almost ripped your panties off and fucked you. I would have been very angry, Giuliano, but I would have loved it, I said it provocatively. You have mistreated me for a long time, mother. <unk> You're right son, but now I'll reward you I spoke the teasing. Oh, you're a mother? He came out from behind me and slowly pulled me toward the couch facing the seat until my knees were leaning against the edge. I'm sure that'll be one of my greatest rewards, Mom. I did as he said, sensing what was about to happen, causing me to feel heat waves all over my body, helping me with his strong arms and pushing my trunk against the back of the sofa. <unk> Now you're going to lean on the back of the couch and stand on all fours for me, Mom. That's the beginning of my reward for making me wait so long. I've always dreamed of catching you like this, but here in this place, I thought this morning and it's going to be much better than I imagined. I'm going to tell you something. If you don't want it, we won't do it. How to tell him that I didn't want my pussy to pulsate wanting to feel him inside it and produce an unprecedented amount of my fluids I had already had sex with Pedro that way, but not in that atmosphere of eroticism that Giuliano could create. Of course I want Giuliano. Giuliano went behind me and I felt him stop and admire me and then I looked over my shoulders and his eyes were static and literally had his mouth open in prostration admiring me. Perceiving his admiration and his greed my body had little uncontrollable tremors. Looking at that his face I knew that he would never stop feeling desire for me and I was happy. Mom, this view of your magnificent body is out of this world, it doesn't feel real. Like hell he took the camera off the table and pointed it back at me. I need to take a picture of this, Mom, there's no way, don't worry, it's only going to that hard drive with the encrypted password, only I have access. Speaking of which, I was already taking pictures. But I'm running out of Giuliano. Like that other picture on the couch with her bouquet all moody. Standing behind me, she began to tell me what she saw. <unk> Mother, your fleshy, round butt gets even rounder and fleshy in this position because your waist gets thinner. It looks like the shape of a heart. Your back, full of freckles make me want to kiss and lick so beautiful. Especially with that red hair running over them. Your beautiful thighs and white rollers and those little feet make everything more perfect. And that tiny, tight pink boob with those fluffs are the highlight. I'm drooling at will. She doesn't even know what I want to do with it all because I want it all. And lastly, a butt as small and pink as your boob, which looks more like a little star with those tightly clenched crotches. At that moment a very strong warmth spread through my body feeling the object of my son's desire. And as he described me, I even wanted to look at myself in that position and I would surely see myself in those pictures that he took between his descriptions. I too wanted to feel his member opening me again as soon as possible. Come and fuck me, I said desperately. <unk> Just a few more pictures moms. I hadn't planned these photos, but they are irresistible. Then you will see how your body framed by the pool and the foliage at the bottom will make these spectacular photos. Give a silly smile to me mom. Finding his request amusing, she smiled genuinely looking over his shoulder and he took the opportunity to take the pictures. Now open your legs more mother to look like I'm going to fuck you. I did what he asked, thinking I was his son's slut for exposing myself like that and letting myself be photographed by him, but unlike the modesty that I always had and still had outside of those moments with him, I was actually being turned into his little whore. Come and fuck me, please. I'll be right there, Mom, just a few more. After dozens of shots of me in that position, perfectly square on the couch, standing behind me, he got down on his knees and took a few shots from the bottom up, certainly taking a lot more of my booty and my butt. I was sure that it would be visible in the photos the fillets that ran from my groin to the inside of my thigh. Then he came to my side taking pictures from the top down and from the bottom up taking my breasts and I would certainly come out looking like someone who really needs to be eaten. After going to the other side and in front of me taking my confused face out of shape, he put the camera on the seat and lowering the shoe fit behind me. Holding her stick against the corners of my open vaginal lips. Mom, I know you want me to bury everything at once and I do too, but to enjoy my dick going open that tight little mouthpiece in that position for the first time in my life, I can't lose. All right, Giuliano, as long as you start right away, and if I joke in the middle, don't stop, because I think I'll joke more than once. So tell me what you want straight up. Fuck my pussy with that giant Giuliano torso. <unk> Your request is a mother order. Slowly he began to penetrate me and as he warned before I was slowly enjoying. It's the first time I've ever seen your pussy swallowing my dick so crisp and clear, Mom. And she's really tiny and she's trying her best to hold me. Her vaginal lips are completely stretched around my dick like they're going to break. I was about to explode after what he was describing and a spark would start a chain reaction, and lo and behold he seemed to hear me. I can't believe you're out there, Mom. He reminded me that the one who was filling me with his huge, thick member was his son who had come out of that same vagina, which made me explode into a huge orgasm without having been fully penetrated, and I had to put my arm against the back of the sofa into my mouth, or else even at a good distance the neighbors could hear. Giuliano remained impassive holding firmly to my waist and still penetrating me slowly to delay losing that his privileged vision. I love my little whore, but I love my mother much more and I want to give you a lot of pleasure. Still convulsing from the pleasure that was exploding inside me. You're going to kill me, you son of a bitch. Mom, I'm only going to stop giving you pleasure when you don't want it anymore. It was almost impossible to finish my orgasm because I could feel Giuliano's dick opening without stopping and in that position I felt more intensely its thickness and its length. Now I'm going to fuck you with pleasure, Mom, I'm going to make you laugh again, and I'm going to fill that jug with my fucking, and then I'm going to sit there and watch it drip out of it. He knew how to stimulate me, and imagining him staring at my pussy, his sperm gushing out after he'd made out in it, warmed me up, and that newly completed orgasm gave way to another that had begun to grow. And after a while of penetrating me with voluptuousness like a horse copulating with his mare, he did something new besides eating me in that position. Plaft, plaft, is this how you wanted my whore? So I'll have fun again. If you don't wait for me, my little whore's gonna get a lot more. I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'm goooooooing my little whore. I felt a river of sperm flooding my uterus, perhaps the largest amount to that day. He was still going on with those plaft, plaft that now mixed with the ploft, ploft that my bouquet produced when his dick almost came out and he would swoop in with voluptuousness again colliding with my uterus throwing me body forward. Giuliano stopped slapping me and held my waist tight again, penetrating me without stopping. Tears of happiness flowed from my eyes for that intense pleasure I was giving my beloved son. It was a superior feeling that invaded my soul. That act was shamelessly carnal, but my feeling went far beyond. It was at that moment that I was able to identify for the first time the stages of my continuous and powerful orgasms. With Pedro my carnal pleasure went to that almost extreme point, but with Giuliano, when I reached that extreme point of the pleasure of the flesh, came the powerful pleasure of a mother's love for a son. A love unmatched and unsurpassed. Only he who has given birth to a son or daughter knows how much greater this love is than all the others. On a different scale it was the same pleasure that I had when I saw Giuliano happy for his achievements throughout his life. To see him happy was the highest of my goals and now I was in his hand an instrument for him to achieve happy moments. And the best of all was that it was also making me happy and giving me pleasure. I wanted to loosen up on that couch because I couldn't control my body while I felt that avalanche of pleasure, but knowing the pictures and that I couldn't mess up much I held on and with that Giuliano only stopped coming and going after a long time. And when he stopped he also couldn't hold on to his legs and sat down next to me. I didn't know what to do to get out of that position because I could mess up and I stayed there for a while with him with his face right next to me. I'm sorry Mom, I made you sweat, you're going to have to touch up your makeup. Don't apologize, Giuliano, it was wonderful, I'll touch up as many times as I have to, but if you want me marked for your pictures, get your panties in now or you'll leak everything. Running he went to get the panties and putting it on my legs was pulling it, making it through the knees lifting them one at a time and when he got to the top before blocking his vision. Mom, after seeing your vagina leak like that, if we didn't take the pictures I'd fuck again. So he finally put his panties back on, preventing much of his semen from leaking out, and I was branded by my male as he wanted me to be, and I also still felt crazy after two incredible orgasms. And I'd love you to fuck me again Giuliano I can't stop wanting to fuck you but it's not because I'm not satisfied no it's because I'm so satisfied that I want more and more <unk> Me too, Mom. The problem is that you're too hot. Clothed, naked, with panties, with a dress. I can't figure out which version of you I like better, she said, declaring herself. <unk> You are the man that every woman would like to have a child. Besides kind, loving and good person is handsome, virile, a great lover and is always making compliments. Everything a woman likes, I said now standing up. I don't know if it would be like that with other women, but you're infinitely more special than any other woman. You might not make the same compliments, but I know you'd be like that, maybe on a smaller scale, with any one. Thank you mom, now you've complimented me too much, I think we should take the pictures now. I'm gonna get my face done, get my hair done and put on a dress, and then I'll be right back to do your crazy, now even crazier for the way you left me down here. <unk> I know you're liking Mom that I've marked you like this with my semen. It's not like I don't know you. Tell the truth mother, he provoked me. I'm doooooooooooing because I'm feeling my little face all mouldy still, I said running out grabbing my dress and going to the room to straighten up. When I came back Giuliano had already cleaned up and was organizing how he would take the photos first standing with the leaves at the bottom and then sitting on the sofa grabbing more of his face at least that's what he explained to me as soon as I arrived but first he praised his model Personally, I'd say you look 25 years old. You'll have to think carefully before giving your opinion son, or else I'll get both wishes, I said teasingly. I'm curious about that secret wish of yours. Watch your curiosity, you might not like it. I know you wouldn't ask me for anything that I thought was terrible, so I'm cool. But we have to fulfill each other's wishes. Don't worry about it. How do you want to start son? So we started this photo section, and he looked professional, and he had me do the poses, and he was smiling, and he was taking pictures from different angles, and the ones that I thought would look better would be the ones where I was standing against the green background of the plants as opposed to my white skin and the dress with the blue background, and he also did some where I was sitting on the couch from front to side. The problem was that I was standing there with my pussy flooded with his sperm, leaving me excited and distracted by the thought that anyone who saw those photos could not imagine that that young woman with an innocent smile in the photo would be soaked in her own son's semen, but with Giuliano focused on making a good photo, nothing else happened. But everything started to change when he was done with those pictures and he asked me to put on my bikini, and I took off the dress and the panties that were all messed up right there in front of him, and I put on the bikini, straightening it out, and then the beach hat, making my wavy hair really visible, and when he saw me. Wow mom. You look so beautiful and hot. It's going to bring down the internet, he joked. Do not exaggerate son. You don't know how much I wanted you when we went to the beach house with Dad on our vacation. Excited about the photo section and about feeling my Giuliano's mealy-mouthed pussy, I wanted to know more about that story while he was positioning me. "Tell me about it son", I asked with a smile. <unk> Ah mother. You were never to wear lingerie at home and only rarely saw you like this. So when we went to the beach I dived seeing you in a bikini. And many times I got excited wanting you and had to hide from you and my father. You never noticed that suddenly I would go to the bottom of the sea to relieve myself, asked me almost laughing. Of course not, you little bastard. You were my son. How could I have imagined that? Since what age you went to the sea, I asked showing that I knew what he did in the water to relieve himself. Since I was 14, Mother. Oh, my God, this new guy was such a jerk. I didn't even look at the other women on the beach with that beautiful body in front of me. And he did until he succeeded. And now I'm the happiest person in the world, Mom. And he was setting me up for the photo, and because he didn't want any signs that would identify our house, he lay down on the floor, and resting his head on two thick pillows, he asked me to stand in front of him, but in profile, and then he told me to twist my body without taking my feet from that position that showed the sides of my thigh slightly marked by the muscles, and he said that this was a position that wouldn't show my entire buttocks, and it wasn't a photo that would expose me too much, so he told me to lower my head as low as possible, looking at my feet, where the soles of my hat would be covering my face, and in this photo would be my elbows, my breasts, my belly, and the profile of my buttocks. It looks like a magazine picture I was talking while I was oriented. In the other photo, too, he asked me to turn my torso back, and I didn't even have to hide my face because I was on my back, and in this photo, there would be a little bit more of my butt, but it wouldn't show it fully, and after a lot of photos, our session was finally over, and Giuliano was very excited. Mom, they're all so beautiful. You're going to have to help me choose because I won't be able to. I'm going to get my laptop and I'll be right back.