sex at home

Hello, I'm a 19-year-old university student and decided to write this story for two reasons: firstly because I would like to exchange ideas with other people who live or have lived similar situations, after all the subject is somewhat "cavernous" and you can not talk about it with anyone; secondly, because I am at the end of my vacation, half bag full from lack of doing......I am an ordinary person.
It all started when I was about 14 years old, when a group of friends began to tease me saying that my mother was the hottest one, her steep little bundle got in the way of taking rolls etc. Of course I became childish but didn't show it and made fun of them by making the same comments on their mothers finally getting into the joke until the matter had been forgotten meanwhile at home i shifted my attention towards my mom who was then 38 years old she was indeed the most hot ... no body from academy misbehaved ,but with everything in place She was short, about five foot six inches tall with thick legs but well groomed and a lot of height; her breasts were medium-sized; she had beaks that were brown like honey. I would not miss an opportunity to peek out whenever possible and, of course, punch myself countless times by imagining what the fat little face underneath his clothes looked like when wearing bermuda shorts or tighter trousers, just making sure it wasn't me who got caught off guard - or my brother, three years older than me, who was always home while I was away, so there are very few occasions where our schedules didn't coincide. At the age of sixteen, I was knocking on a door in my bedroom sitting with my back to the door wrapped around an underwear that I had stolen from my mother's drawer believing he was home alone when I got caught by her who came quietly and stood watching me having fun for a few moments just as I finished soaking up his fucking panties. I washed the fucking panties and put them, still wet in my laundry basket... And locked myself up waiting for the worst to happen which surprisingly didn't come.
During dinner she acted as if nothing had happened, and certainly didn't say anything to my father or brother. So I became more cautious, concluding that he was caught only for relaxing in this care because it has never been caught before. I stopped mumbling his underpants but used them during punches, wrapped my stick into them, taking care not to dirty them, and placing them neatly in the same place on the drawer.
Months later, she asked me casually if I was still going through her drawers because she always found them differently than when she left. I denied it at the time but turned red as a tomato and she realized that I had been lying. She just said that my hormones should be boiling down to something about my age, and since I had a girlfriend in school back then, I'd have to take great care not to do anything foolish. Moreover, she said that you should always keep at least one condom in your wallet for any emergency, so she didn't end up getting into trouble. I thought it was nice to talk, but the embarrassment left me speechless and she understood. With her usual calmness said that he should not be ashamed of him could speak about any topic including sex whenever you want look at this fat face with a streak bermuda worn by his mouth breasts appearing under your T-shirt
In fact, I really wanted to have the courage to say that she was my life's passion and that I would like to eat her but I didn't have it so I ran away from all this chatter and went into my room with the door locked for another handshake.
A few days later she asked me if I had sex with my girlfriend, and now that I was more relaxed I said it just didn't happen because we were running away from her. She wanted to know what the jokes were, but I did not want to talk about them, so she insisted on it and ended up telling me that we masturbated each other whenever we got a chance. She asked if I was wearing condoms, when I said no she gave me the biggest spark saying that I was irresponsible, that the girl could get pregnant. He prepared to buy for me as he had already bought several boxes when he went to the supermarket days later. From then on we were more free including in his embraces which often took her off the floor. She only complained when I grabbed her from behind, shoving her, often with a hard stick or stiffening and giving some kisses on her lap. She told me that I should do it with my girlfriend and I said, "I'd rather have her little bundle of joy" she laughed and asked me to be careful because you could get caught in this situation by your father or brother.
When we were alone she would just ask me to stop, but didn't push or run away. At one of those times I grabbed her by the balls with gentle movements as if it was eating her and rubbing my pussy into that delicious little bundle; she only asked me to quit but did not move. I kissed her face from behind near her ear, she shivered and scratched all over herself but didnt flee. I tried harder and caught her breasts feeling their beaks hard like stone pure in heart. She simply begged once more for me to give up on doing so without any major reaction. From then on, I'd jerk her off every day and never miss an opportunity to play with her breasts. One day she was wearing a light summer dress half-short with the thighs out of it; I lifted him up so high that his underpants were hanging in full view, she pulled back the gown saying I had overstepped my bounds. When I insisted for just a little bit more, she got rid of me for the first time and walked away, telling me I was crazy, that my brother wanted something from him, and that she didn't care about any scandal. A few days later, we were alone in the house for a while that afternoon. While my brother left promising to come back soon I took advantage of it and locked the door and ran after her and because she was dressed I picked him up saying there would be no danger on this day She didn't react but said I was crazy and let me caress her panties as I rubbed myself into his little pocket making her feel my hard cock like stone under Bermuda shorts I tried to shove my hand into that fat little mouth she wouldn't let go, pulling out my hand saying half-asphyxiated with the biggest boner on her face it was best we stop because my brother might come back. With the other hand I was stroking one of her breasts on my dress, feeling hardness in the beak. I felt that she joked by throwing her ass backwards rubbing herself against me. I stepped away a little bit and pulled out my stick, put it between her legs, she said I'm crazy, begging to stop. At this moment we heard my brother ring the doorbell, we ran around getting ready, I held up my cane strapping it down onto our waistbands and opened the door saying I had locked the safety latch by mistake. I went nuts with excitement and hit the bathroom key for unloading. I took a shower and came down to find my mother in the room, freshly bathed with a strange face. Since my brother was in his bedroom, I asked what she had, he replied by asking if I knew what we'd done, I said yes and that apparently she liked it. He tried to argue saying no, I answered that you understood that she had enjoyed, and at the time she did not complain. She responded that she wasn't made of iron but still everything was wrong. We were sitting on the living room couch side-by-side facing each other. I put a hand on her legs, climbing up to the crack of her panties and feeling its mealy underwear. She looked into my eyes, walked over and kissed me in the mouth for the first time, sticking her tongue down my throat saying that it would kill her with excitement; she held my cock over Bermuda making slow movements as if punching me while I was playing with her muzzle; asked whether this is how I treat my girlfriend, answered yes, said the girl was foolish not to give, didn't know what she was missing. And then we heard my brother coming down the stairs, and we disguised ourselves pretending to watch TV. (Laughter) Later on, my dad came in, so we had our normal dinner, but I couldn't think of anything else except eating that big fat mouthful. The next day after a long night without sleeping, my brother dropped me off at school and went to college. I stood at the door for an hour, told them that I wasn't cool and then took a taxi home to find my mom smiling saying she was sure I would come back hugged her kissed her as if it were the end of the world. To my surprise when I picked up her dress she had nothing on underneath smiled and said she was waiting for me... while taking off my clothes laying down on the couch with open legs flaunting this delicious yawn and pulling me over Lying down, she took my stick and put it in the mouth of her cock which was so mushy that I slipped into it all the way. She grabbed me by the legs asking me to stand still for a while as if biting at my dick with this contraction. I responded by making him pulsate so she could also feel how I felt. We exchanged passionate kisses alternating sucking on their breasts until I started moving slowly taking out almost the whole stick and putting it back inside again till she began convulsively moving my hips causing me to speed up movements. I felt her moaning before me, and then I realized my dream of filling that fucking sketchbook. We hugged for a long time, she contracted to squeeze my dick, it was an amazing feeling. When I left, she sat down on the couch, grabbed my stick, saying she'd wipe it off and started sucking gently, which in a few minutes made me hard again. She kept sucking, taking out every once in awhile and said she wanted me to have fun with it again, now I had it in her mouth, what just happened, It was probably the best joke ever, much better than the first one, on your cock.
After that whenever we have an opportunity to make a good entrance. Mom, contrary to what I expected, turned out to be a hurricane in bed always ready for sex. At home everything is still normal except the last year when I entered college at night class so as my brother studies during morning period i have free mornings to enjoy myself with mom
Like I said, I'd like to exchange ideas with people who are going through this or have gone through it.