A New Life With My Son 2

That night we slept in each other's arms. I could feel his dick pressing against me, but Andre kept his promise. He didn't advance the signal once. During the night I had dreams where he penetrated me, and I asked him not to mock inside me. When I woke up, he'd gone off to college, and needless to say, the next day, there's this wave of guilt that wraps me up, and I cried, as I always do, but after breakfast, I decided it was time to change my attitude, and that couldn't go on. I decided that I was going to end it once and for all, I was going to give my son a break, I was going to be tough on him, I was going to do whatever it took, and I even rehearsed the words, and I was prepared to call him a pervert, a sick person if I had to, but something happened that kind of derailed my plans. Almost at lunchtime the doorbell rang and as I went to answer the door a voice asked: - Miss Sonia? - What are you doing? - Yes, you are. - Delivery for the lady. I couldn't believe it. A beautiful bouquet of flowers, accompanied by a box of heart-shaped chocolates. I didn't know what to say, I was paralyzed. Along with the flowers was a card that said, "To the best woman in the world". I had never received flowers from anyone before. It was so sweet, so gentle, so... romantic! I ate one of the chocolates and I admit that I imagined the taste of my son's mouth. My plan to splash him was going down the drain. I wouldn't have had the courage. André came home in the late afternoon. As usual, I was embarrassed, not knowing what to say. He kissed my face, hugged me tightly. - I love you, mother. - I love you too, son. - She liked the flowers. "I loved it", I replied, embarrassed. I knew I was thanking him for an "advance", but there was nothing else I could do. He seemed more at ease, more natural, and I struggled to do the same, but I couldn't forget what had happened the night before, him sticking his hand up my pants and masturbating until I had fun. After dinner, I avoided going to my room, preferring to stay in the living room, thinking that perhaps there he would feel less tempted, and he went to work on his computer, and I felt a certain relief, thinking that perhaps he had given up. He came into the room, sat down next to me, and he kind of hugged me, kissed my face, one, two kisses. - Mother... I want you to know that my love for you has only grown from yesterday to today. - Andre, we need to talk about... I tried to start, but his mouth was already in my ear, in my neck. - Son, please, we can't... - Just one little kiss, Mom, please. This is the time when female instinct speaks louder than reason, and there we were, in another session of tongue kisses, hot, wet, tongues dueling, kisses of passion, that made my heart race in a mixture of conflicting feelings. As happened the night before, he took advantage of me being handed over and his hand went down. I didn't even have the strength to hold his wrist. - Don't... don't do that to yourself. Maybe my mouth was saying this while my eyes were saying the opposite, and there was my son's hand crawling through my pants, going under the elastic band of my panties all the way to my clitoris, and he had this incredible ability, his touch was special, so young, but so skilled, he started slow and then he sped up, and I was about to make fun of him when he stuck both his fingers into my vagina, willingly. - My son, my son, my son! - It tastes good. It's so hot. He started tapping his fingers, kissing my mouth, sticking his tongue in my ear, licking my neck like a true craftsman, using all sorts of tricks to make me laugh, and the laugh didn't last long. All I could do was whisper. - I'm going to... And I had that wonderful orgasm again, and it was like my pussy had turned into a puppy dog, and I almost fainted, and my son kept kissing me, and like the night before, it took me a while to have the strength to say, - Son... for the love of God... what is happening to us? - It is love, Mother! I gasped, trying to catch my breath: - But... you can't... I should go to bed... - Hold on a second, Mom. And as he said that, he pulled his arms back from my body, and I was intrigued by what he was going to do, and to my utter shock, he unzipped the Bermuda Shirt he was wearing, and he pulled it off, and he pulled off his underwear. How can I explain what I felt? It's hard even to find words. There before my eyes was my son's stick. As I suspected, it was a big, thick and beautiful stick. It was hard, arched, a real stallion. It could be seen that a drop of liquid was gushing from his head. I didn't know what to say, but it was he who broke the silence: - Look at the state I'm in. I didn't have the courage to say anything, but I couldn't take my eyes off it either. - Mom, take him, take him. - No, son... please He took my hand and led me to his penis. If I had not been in that state of shock, I might have been able to resist. But I couldn't. I felt that stick in my hand. Hard, pulsating. The expression of pleasure he made to this day does not leave my mind. - It's delicious, Mom. You move it, it goes... - No... please, let's stop this. - Mom, you've had your fun... it's not fair to leave me like this... The little bastard grabbed my hand and started making the moves, up and down. I didn't fight. He took his hand off mine and I continued. His emotional blackmail had worked. I was really sorry to leave him in my hand. I was masturbating my son and he was moaning from a hard-on. I love you mother, I love you so much. I felt he was close, and he proved what I had imagined: I'm going to enjoy... ahhhhhhhhh! And then out of that beautiful stick came jets and more jets of fucking milk that flew over his chest and went to his face, and then he made fun of me, and he landed on me in a wild, passionate kiss, and he just stopped to say, I love you, I love you, I love you. Paralyzed the only thing I could say was: - My son. I didn't have the courage to start the speech about it was wrong, it was a sin, because I already felt as guilty as he did. - Mom, I'm all sweaty, and so are you. No matter how much I participated in everything, I wouldn't have had the courage to be naked in front of him. - No, son, not that! - Please, please, please! No, that's too much for me. But can we sleep in the same bed as yesterday? I thought about saying no, but that feeling of sleeping in his arms the night before was undeniable. - Only if you promise to behave and not do anything like you did yesterday. - I promise you, I swear! He went to the bathroom. I admit that for a few moments I had the temptation to undress and get into the bath, but lacked courage. Then we went to bed. Once again he behaved and did not try to advance the signal, although I felt his hard cock approaching me. It was wrong, it was sin, it was incest, but after what had happened, it was as if I knew that that door could no longer be closed, that there was only fighting to keep us from going through that point. We'd given in to temptation, we'd touched, we'd masturbated, and we'd made fun of each other, and the next day, I woke up again, and he'd gone off to college, and as expected, I woke up disoriented, filled with guilt, but the difference was that this time, I no longer had the illusion that I could stop what was happening, and it had been proven that I couldn't resist the attraction, and even though he had taken the initiative, I had been weak and therefore as guilty as he was. I spent the morning thinking about what was going on between us, how unnatural, immoral, sinful it was, but I also remembered the pleasure, how beautiful it had been to see my son's penis oozing sperm, his face of satisfaction, his deep joy, and my joy, well, it had been so wonderful that I had to masturbate, albeit with remorse, to remember. A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora The only conclusion I was able to come to was that the "strategy" had to be something else. As the saying goes, "give the rings to save the fingers", that is, to prevent the thing from degenerating into actual sex, I would allow mutual masturbation to occur between us. And that's what happened. For a period of about 10 days, this became a kind of routine between us, and my son even came up with a name for it: "little games". At night, after dinner, we'd cuddle like two lovers, and it wasn't long before he started kissing my ear and saying, "Mom, are we going to have a nice little game?" he'd ask, and he'd slide his hand down my body. First I was laughing like a madman, writhing with pleasure, then it was his turn, and how beautifully he was laughing, his expression of ecstasy fascinated me, the way his sperm flew, everything was wonderful. I only made two conditions: the first was that we were not going to go beyond masturbation, it was going to be that. The second was that he could not see me naked, just put his hand inside my underwear and touch me. The truth is that I was ashamed to be naked in front of him, but I was afraid that we would end up going to the consummation of incest. But things never go as planned. It was one night when we were in bed together, cuddling, watching TV, like a real couple, and Andre started kissing my neck and said, - I'll make you crazy with a hard-on today, Mom! - Calm down, Andre, we're going slowly. - Come with me. Soon we were kissing me, tongues intertwined, his arms wrapped around me, and the only time we opened our mouths was when he started sucking on my neck, and I was wearing a button-down blouse, and he started coming between my breasts. - Mom... can I see? I responded by trying to push him away. Why can I touch you and I can't see your body? - I'm ashamed of you, son. - I want to, Mom. I love you. He started pulling my blouse up. I tried to resist, but I was already inebriated with a hard-on. The way he kissed me paralyzed me. He managed to take off my blouse, and in the shuffle he went to my bra. I felt guilty and ashamed, but my breasts were exposed. I've always wanted to see... And that's when he started licking my neck, down my lap, and... it happened, he started sucking the beak from my breasts, the ultimate symbol of motherhood, now an instrument of eroticism, and I couldn't hide the pleasure that I felt, even if mixed with a sense of shock. - To the son. The little bastard knew how to give me pleasure. Lambia, sucked as if he wanted to suck on those breasts that had already fed him. By that time he was already shirtless, and seeing his athletic body drove me crazy. He sucked for about ten minutes. Without taking his mouth from my breasts began to lower my sweatpants. Although moaning with a hard-on, I managed to babble: - Don't do that. We can't. And strength to fight? How to resist the call of the body. There went my trousers, and now I was only in my underwear. Andre began to kiss my feet. He went up, giving me a tongue bath that no man had ever done. I was tense, already imagining what would come next. His mouth sucked my thighs, until he began, slowly pulling my underwear. - No, son, not the panties! Mom, I want you so much, I can't help it. The little piece of lingerie went down my legs, I was exposed, my vagina should be pulsating, exhaling the scent of a woman, but my head was a whirlwind, and Andre took advantage and took off his bermuda. There we were, mother and son, completely naked. He licked my thighs again and followed the path that led to my sex. My pussy is hairy - I only shave the sides - and I could feel his nose going through my pubic hair. I closed my leg as much as I could. André begged: - Open up, Mom... open up... I'm just going to give you a little kiss. - No, it is a sin. I love you, mother. I was no longer able to block him. His fleshy and sensual mouth touched my cricket. What I felt is even difficult to put into words. It was a wave of fire, of shock, that made me twist. And he knew how to suck, gently, making pleasurable movements with his tongue, and I was soaked, I had no way to disguise my hard-on, so I started to groan. - Oh, my God. Andre just opened his mouth to whisper. This is delicious, Mom. This is delicious. He then stuck one finger inside my vagina, then another, and with two fingers, he massaged me inside while his mouth sucked my clitoris, and that's when I didn't hold back and said, - Ahhhhhhh... delight... more deeply... more deeply! It was the first time since our incestuous history began that I had said something like that, and for the first time I wasn't saying no. I was saying more. With one hand I squeezed the beak of my breast. My thighs closed, as if to prevent him from escaping from me. His tongue accelerated in my throat; his fingers drove me mad inside. I felt as if I was collapsing in the air. I'm going to have fun. I'm going to have fun. And I enjoyed it, and I'd never enjoyed it so much, and my heart felt like it was coming out of my mouth, and I could feel a stream of fluid flowing down my pussy, and I almost fainted. For a few seconds I was half-confused, and my son came up to me and kissed me, and his chin was all wet with my fluids, and I was breathing deeply, trying to recover my speech, and finally I was able to say, - Son... we had an agreement... Mom, I love you, and you love me. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from me. - Did you have a good time, Mom? All I had was the strength to say: - I enjoyed it. I could feel my son's penis, hard as a rock, pressed against me. - Mom... look at the state of me. I looked up, and there was this big shiny piece of shit pointing at me. - Let mommy get some rest... I'll give you a little punch to make you laugh. He gave me a cynical, bastard smile, looked at me with a freakish look on his face and said, - I don't want to make fun of you, Mom. There I was, naked in front of my son, my vagina soaked with so much fun, my son's bastard had managed to break through the barrier of oral sex and sucked me until I was fun, anyone who read my previous story saw how I couldn't resist and let him make me wonderfully fun, now I had beaten the remorse, the guilt, he was taking one step at a time, and driving me crazy. When I said I'd give him a little handshake so he'd enjoy it, his response was, "He wants a lot more". He wanted to be sucked. But I didn't have the guts, and the truth is, I was never very good at oral sex, and my son's father was the kind of guy who'd come in, and he'd suckle, and he'd mock, and then he'd turn over and go to sleep, and he didn't worry about foreplay, and maybe sucking his own son was too much for me, but he wanted to, and he whispered in my ear in a crazy voice, - Mom, suck my dick and go. Let Mommy take a bath, I'll wear her out. It wasn't a lie, but deep down I wanted to buy time. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I let the water cool my body. Meanwhile, I thought about what was happening. I had broken the greatest taboo of civilization, incest. It all started with a kiss, but we were already having oral sex. I felt dirty, sinful. But the excitement that André provoked me made me lose all the brakes. I heard the door open. - Can I take a bath with the most beautiful mother in the world? I didn't answer. He came in with his hard stick, pointing at me like a spear. He hugged me tightly and kissed me on the mouth. That kiss seemed to have poison because it paralyzed me, knocking down any chance of reaction. Our tongues twisted. I felt his stick, big and very hard, lean against me. I closed my legs as far as I could, for fear that he would try to penetrate me. I've never been so horny for anyone. If I had the courage, I'd say I've never felt that way with any man either, but shame stopped me, his hands slid down my back, he started stroking my buttocks. I've always wanted to see that ass. I already felt wet between my legs, and it wasn't because of the water falling on our bodies. After kissing my mouth a lot, he came down to my breasts and started sucking, and that was the part that shocked me the most, because I always thought of breasts as the ultimate symbol of motherhood, the breasts that fed him, and with his tongue he made circular movements on the little ones, and I ended up moaning. - Ahhhhhhh... take it easy, you little freak! All it did was make him want to suck even more, suck harder, while his hand explored my buttocks, only stopping to kiss me again on the mouth, there, hugging, bodies glued under the water, we were a real couple, I felt desired by a real man, who knew how to give pleasure to a woman. - Mom, suck my dick, will you? I'm ashamed of myself. - I love you, Mom. Always remember that no man has loved you and desired you as much as I have. Please... I sucked you, you enjoyed it. Now it's my turn. I love you, Mom! Did he know how to blackmail emotionally - or was it sexual blackmail? His cock is beautiful. Wonderful. Thick, long, a big, red head. I held it, and just to feel the pulse of that mast I felt a warmth rising up through my legs. I gave a little kiss, then another. Finally I found the courage and opened my mouth. I swallowed that hard flesh, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. André was mad with excitement, because in the first movement he had already exclaimed: - Oh, Mother, this is delicious. After the initial shock, I began to feel pleasure, the pleasure of giving pleasure, of seeing my son groan, and I would suck slowly, because I felt that he could mock at any moment, and I would suck his head, and then I would move forward, trying to swallow as much as possible, and his groans had almost turned into screams. I'm not going to tell you what I'm doing. Being called "cute" by my son made me feel both dirty and fulfilled -- dirty because I was sucking my own son's dick -- fulfilled because I was feeling wanted, admired, and loved. The pleasure was so great that there, kneeling on the floor, hardly thinking about what I was doing, I reached my hand up to my clitoris and touched myself and started masturbating while I was sucking him, and the truth is that the shame was gone and I was loving the feeling of that dick in my mouth. André began to gently push his penis against my mouth. It was as if he were eating, pumping in a little hammer. I almost choked, but I did not stop sucking. Nor did I stop moving my little cricket, which was hard, swollen with excitement. I just took his dick out of my mouth to lick his bag, and his balls were swollen. I love it, Mom, you are so fucking hot! Seeing my son groan, twitching, all this fed my desire, so I sucked again, and this time I accelerated the movements. - Oh, mother... little mother... don't stop! Only then did I pay attention to the detail. He was going to make fun of me. He was going to throw his sperm in my mouth. I had never let a man make fun of me in my mouth. I always had reservations, prejudices, shame. I thought it was disgusting for a woman to swallow sperm. But the way it was, it seemed like all my fears had gone down the drain. I sucked more and more and he said: - AHHHHHHHHHH... I'm going to... I'm going to have fun, mommy! And then I could feel my mouth filling up, his dick throbbing, throbbing with every burst of sperm he released, and if before I thought that was disgusting, now I was loving the feel of that hot liquid that I didn't even know what it tasted like. And I swallowed it. I swallowed it all. Contrary to what I expected, the taste wasn't bad. On the contrary, I found it tasty, exciting. So much so that I didn't even take it out of my mouth. I accelerated my syringe and I felt I was going to make fun of it. I just took its tip out of my mouth to whisper: - I'm going to... And I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it very much. At the moment of ecstasy I still rubbed his penis on my face. The pleasure was too intense. The pleasure of breaking barriers. The pleasure of feeling a real man enjoying thanks to me. The pleasure of passion, of love. André helped me up and immediately kissed me on the mouth. We were underwater, hugging each other so tightly that our bodies seemed to melt, and he squeezed my ass and he said in my ear, Shit, Mom, I've never had such a good time. After pleasure always comes remorse, but I mustered up the courage to answer: - So are you, son... - Mom, I love you so much! - I love you too, son! After that, we went to bed. We were exhausted, but we didn't stop kissing, caressing, and ended up sleeping in each other's arms, completely naked. The barrier of oral sex had been broken, and I knew that he would always want it. As much as it was a sin, a crime against nature, I couldn't control it. And the love and affection he gave me made me an easy but happy prey. Once the door is opened, there's no way to close it, and then one by one, one by one, my crazy son breaks through the barriers, and in his sweet, romantic way, he takes me to oral sex. After what I told in the last two stories, things changed between us. We were living more and more like two lovers. And what's worse is that it made me happy. A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora He was affectionate, gentle, like no man had ever been with me, and we watched movies, and we hugged, and we kissed, and then the caresses got more intense. I never initiated sex, I was still embarrassed, and like I said, I played the prey, he played the hunter, and it was always him sticking his tongue in my ear and kissing my neck and saying something like, "You're driving me crazy, Mom", and then we'd be naked, sucking each other's dicks. The act of swallowing sperm, which used to seem like a disgusting thing, had become not only normal but a pleasure, and the way he sucked my furry vagina gave me strong orgasms every once in a while, and sometimes when I was home alone, I would have these fits of remorse, but as soon as he came home, I would melt. We'd been doing this oral sex thing for about three weeks, and then one day he said to me, - Mom, I have a proposition for you. I thought he wanted to "go all the way", to penetrate me, and that was out of the question. - Speak up, my son. - You know what... I wanted to go to the motel with you! At the same time, I felt crazy, my biggest fear was that someone would find out, I kept the curtains in the house closed all the time, doing anything outside the house was unthinkable. - You're crazy, you never leave the house! We drive to the motel, and no one knows. I confess I found the idea exciting, but I was not so bold. - Son, you're crazy to enter the motel do not have to leave the ID at the reception? Imagine if the person decides to look and see that you are my son? Never! He gave me a fucking grin. - Mom, I want to show you something. He went to the room and came back with something in his hand. - Look at that, Mom. When I saw it, I couldn't believe it, a document with his picture on it, but with false data, I almost fell backwards. Where'd you get that, you lunatic? - Mom, it's not grilled... I used to use it to go to the balls when I was younger and not old enough to get in. I didn't even know what to say. Andre turned around and hugged me from behind. I felt his hard cock scratch my ass, and it ended any hope I had of resisting. His hands squeezed my breasts and he whispered in my ear: Let's go to a little motel, Mom, and have some fun. Before long, we were in the car, heading for a motel, and he was driving, because I was so nervous that I couldn't do it, and I was terrified of being discovered, and when we got to the hotel lobby, he said, with the greatest calm in the world, - One suite, please. - Period or overnight? - Period - RG's, please. He handed over the papers. The girl didn't even look at us and handed us the key. When we entered suddenly, my son was already grabbing me from behind. He was crazy with a hard-on. His shrinking made my legs tremble. It couldn't have taken a minute for our clothes to fall on the floor. I can't even say that he kissed me; in fact, he devoured me, it seemed to want to tear out my tongue, so passionate that it was his kiss. - Mom... you are so fucking hot! When I realized it, I was already in bed with my legs open. There was a big mirror on the ceiling that allowed me to see the scene. Andre was kissing my feet, climbing up my legs. All I could think was: "My God... he's my son! Blood of my blood!" And what a mouthwash he gave! When he reached my thighs I was already breathing with pleasure. Before the decisive blow he said: - I love that little furry thing. It gives me a boner. And then he invaded my vagina with a deft, fiery tongue, and seeing the scene in the ceiling mirror made me even more horny, and I saw my boy's athletic body, and all I could think about was how great it was to be sucked by him. I'm not going to lie to you. - Does it taste good, mother? Despite everything, I was still ashamed to show my pleasure, there was still fear, remorse, prejudice inside me, but I said: - Very... ahhhhhhhhhhh. I was almost joking when he said: - Turn around, mother... turn around for your little boy! I turned because I couldn't resist any more of his demands. He came licking the back of my thighs, climbing deliciously until he reached my butt. He didn't get tired of complimenting my butt and licked my buttocks for a long time. Until he started licking in the middle. I had never let any man touch my anus. Out of pure prejudice, shame, I thought that place was not made for sex. I felt that he was trying to lick my little hole, but I resisted. He asked: - Relax, mother. Let me see. - No... - I answered, trying to fight the hard-on. - It's all right, Mummy. - I'm ashamed of myself. I love you so much. He split my buttocks with his hands. What a beautiful ass. And that's when he did something that I never thought I'd allow anyone to do to me: he licked my anus. And strangely, what I felt was a wonderful wave of pleasure coursing through my body. First, a little lick, as if to test my reaction, in the face of the spasm of erection that I had, he began to literally suck my ass. - Ahhhhhhhhhh... how delicious! The pleasure was so intense that I even pushed my hip to make it easier, and he sucked for a long time, and then he completed the service by inserting two fingers into my vagina. No, I can't explain in words what it was. All I can say is that I was delirious. A double pleasure, which I didn't even think was possible. His fingers knew how to take the pleasure out of me. He only opened his mouth to say things that turned me on: - Tesuda... you are driving me crazy, Mom! I don't know if it was being called "aunt" or "mom" that excited me the most, but the fact is, I felt the orgasm ready to take over my body, and it was going in and out of her fingers faster, and I couldn't resist, and I said, - Aiiiii.... go... do not stop... I'm going to have fun!!!! The truth is, it wasn't until I was 42 years old that I was discovering just how crazy and delicious sex can be, and after having fun with my son, I'm in a state where I can barely open my eyes, and Andre comes up to me and kisses me, passionately. You're wonderful, Mom, the perfect woman. Listening to these things made me feel like a real woman, and we kissed a lot, and when he saw that I was feeling better, he said, Come and suckle your son, and I'll make you crazy to give you milk. The truth is that if at first I felt ashamed, now I sucked with pleasure, I fell on my face, I sucked that beautiful pussy. That's it, that's it, that's it! I'd take the pin out of my mouth to hit it in my face, and I wouldn't recognize myself, and I still have a hard time admitting it, but the truth is, I was feeling like a bitch, and the worst part is, I was enjoying it. - Go... faster... go or I'll make fun of your little mouth, mother! And there was this invasion of hot sperm in my mouth, and I would love to see my son's expression of pleasure after the fun, and we kissed passionately. - Mom... I love you more and more. - I love you too, son. We hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged and hugged. - Son, I need to tell you something... - Speak up, little mother. - I've never been to a motel before. "Really?" he asked in amazement. In fact, you're the first person I've ever let touch my ass-- I mean, my ass. - Hmm... that deserves a celebration. He got out of the tub and went to the intercom, and I was curious, not knowing what he was going to do, and I heard him say, - Hi, this is room 48...I'd like to change my period to overnight. When he came back to Hydro, all I could think about was that he was the best man I ever had. I've decided that we're going to spend the night here together. A sweet kiss ensued, and we spent the night enjoying ourselves, giving each other pleasure, and as much as I still felt guilty that I was living a sex life with my son, the truth is that our relationship was very happy. But soon something would happen that would be a turning point in our history.