A New Life With My Son 7

It was an invitation to a trip that ended up providing new and delicious experiences with my son. I have a couple of friends who are very well off and have a farm in the Araçatuba region. We used to go there a lot, but we hadn't been for about five years. Lillian, my friend, insisted that we go there and I found it. My first precaution was to talk to my son. - Andre, we're going to spend the weekend there, but you're gonna have to promise me that we're going to behave. A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora - Come on, Mom! - he said with a cheeky little smile on his face - I don't know how I'm going to last two days without leaning on you. We've done a lot of dangerous tricks around here, including at your cousin's wedding. - It's all right, Mom. I'm going to try really hard. The night before the trip, we fucked until we couldn't take it anymore, as if we wanted to say goodbye, and as much as I was ashamed to admit it, I was also very crazy, and I was going to miss him, not just the sex, but the kisses, the hugs, the sleeping together, but the idea of being caught was scarier. Lilian and her husband, Fernando, welcomed us warmly, and during the day we walked a lot, rode horses, took a dip in the pool, and did all the normal things that you do on a trip like this. When night fell, we had a barbecue. The hosts drank a lot of beer. My son and I restrained ourselves, even for fear of alcohol causing us to do something stupid. It was after one in the morning when we went to bed. We stayed in separate rooms, of course, his right in front of the room of the owners of the farm. I naively thought that André was satisfied. Half an hour after I recovered began to receive messages on my phone: "I'm horny as hell, mother". I immediately replied: ♪ Go to sleep, boy ♪ "It's hard, I miss your body sticking to mine". All I had to do was read that and I could feel that heat coming over me, but the couple was sleeping a few feet away from us, so I tried to calm things down. "Have a little handshake and think of me" "I'll pay you a little visit" "No, he sleeps". The exchange of messages lasted a few minutes, until he sent one that read: "I'm already at the door of your room. And in fact I began to hear a very low scratch on the door. The boy is a little crazy! Afraid that my friends would wake up and see him there I wrote "Get out of there!" What happened was that the doorknob started to turn. I was with the light off, but the light from the hallway invaded the room and I saw my son's bulge coming in. The only light source inside the room was from the dial of the radio clock. Enough for me to see my son's tracks in the twilight, his face approaching mine. "I came to see you", he whispered softly. - Andre... you're a little crazy! We can't... - I answered, as low as him Without any ceremony, he came under the sheets and hugged me very warmly. - Son... what if they wake up? They've both had too much to drink, and that time has passed, and I'm just here for a little kiss. Our mouths touched, softly. There, in the darkness, in total silence, our mouths met, our tongues danced. I felt like a girl who receives her secret boyfriend from her parents' hiding places. Then his hand went under my dress and began to slide on my buttocks. And in the same way, I couldn't help myself and I held his pin, which was hard as a rock. I said in his ear: - We can't make a lot of noise... - Just take it easy. - Wait here and I'll be right back. - Where did you... - Wait for me... do not leave here! I got out of bed and walked slowly to the door. I opened it and kicked my head out. The hallway was lit, but in total silence. I checked to see if Andre had closed the door to his room. He had. I went to the bathroom. Inside I put my ear against the wall to see if there was any noise coming out of the couple's room. Total silence. I left the bathroom and went back to my room, which was quieter. I walked slowly to the bed, and Andre grabbed me with his strong arms and whispered in my ear: - It tastes good. We were locked in a wild kiss, we controlled ourselves not to groan, our clothes were on the floor, and André sighed a request, which to me was an order: - Let's make it a half-nine. At the same moment I went over him, looking in the dark for that delicious pint, I opened my legs and offered my vagina, which by then was already soaked. In those hours our fit is perfect. While I sucked his pause he gave me a wonderful treat. This boy has an incredible skill with his mouth. My cricket was a toy that he skillfully manipulated with his tongue and his lips. The excitement was so intense, that even with his stick filling my mouth I could not hold back a muffled groan: - Whoo-hoo . My reaction to his sucking was to rub my vagina on his face, bubbling up nice and he also let out a groan and said, - What is it? We played this fun game for a long time, and when we got tired, I got out of bed, went to the door, and opened a window to look out the corridor. - Now you'd better go back to your room. - No... now I want in! - The bed will be noisy! - Then let's get down on the ground! I saw my son's bully open the wardrobe and throw a duvet on the floor. I couldn't even argue, I felt overcome by pleasure. I lay down on the floor, on the duvet and he came over. It was only time to kiss my mouth and I could feel the taste of my vaginal fluids spread through his mouth. And then his hard, hot stake was driven into my bowels. Gemi: - Ahhhhhhhhhhh... We were both delirious, the danger once again filled us with excitement, and he said in my ear, as he tugged at me: - Tesuda... what a hot little girl... - Get in there, son! The hardest thing was to hold back the urge to scream. That Greek god body overwhelmed me deliciously. My legs entwined over that body pulled it more and more. When I felt I had no way to hold back a louder groan, I pulled his head and we kissed, stifling our screams. I felt that the fun was a matter of seconds. I just said to him, - Come with me. I pushed his body against mine as hard as I could, and we laughed together, silencing each other in a wonderful kiss, and I could feel his sperm warm inside me, and again, to the whisper, - How delightful, my son. - I love you, mother. I looked at the clock on the radio, and it was 3:00 in the morning, and we were just sitting there on the floor, caressing each other, whispering in each other's ears. We can't sleep together. All right, Mom, just say that you love me. - I love you too much, you little freak. And he left, went back to his room, and the next day we woke up late, and the owners of the house, they asked how they were drinking, and we were collapsing. - It's just that when I'm sleeping outside, it takes me a long time to fall asleep, I roll around in bed, all I have to do is try to sleep on the floor. The next day, we woke up late, and Lilian and Fernando, our friends and farmers, were already up, and before lunch, we went to the pool, and you could tell right there that my son was on fire, and it only took the couple a second to get distracted, and he took the first dive underwater, and when they came out of the pool to get some beers, I said, - Andre, behave yourself, for the love of God! A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora - Give it a little push, give it a... He pulled his hard-ass pin out of the sling, and I grabbed it and gave it a quick swing before they came back. Shortly before lunch Fernando said that he had to make a quick exit to take care of matters of the farm, but that he would return in time to have lunch with us. Lilian went to the kitchen. It was at this time that my son, without even consulting me, showed that he was a master in the art of finding a gap to make love to me: Lilian, while you're making lunch, your mother and I are going to take a walk in the garden, where we've been going for years. "Enjoy yourselves", said Lilian. "Today I think lunch will be a little late". I knew my son wasn't going to make up that trip without ulterior motives. Leaving the farmhouse, it's a walk of about 500 meters to the gate that separates the area of the house from the pasture where the horses and the cows stay. Next to it, there is an area of forest preserved, even forest. We were walking through the piece that just separates the pasture from the forest. He would look back to see if we were far enough from the house. After about twenty minutes of walking he took my hand and was pulling me into the middle of the trees. - No, son... someone may come! - He's got a cow and a horse, Mom. He grabbed me and kissed me. I even tried to resist, but passion always speaks louder. The farm animals looked at us curiously and we huddled in the trees. - Son, you are a little crazy... - And you're the woman I love, Mom! He kissed me, sticking his tongue deep into my mouth, and at the same time rubbing his penis hard on me. It seems that he knows that when he rubs himself on me, still naked, I feel a crazy hard-on, and my vagina soon turns into a waterfall so wet that I get wet. - Mom, do you remember that time we came here with Dad, I was still a toddler, and we saw a horse eating a mare in the pasture? - I remember. - At that time I already had a hard-on for you... so when I came back to the farmhouse I thought I'd do to you what the horse did to the mare. At that time, I could not even dream of having an affair outside of marriage, much less engaging in incest with my son. We held each other, kissed, rubbed, and then André unzipped his trousers and released his hard, big, pulsating mast. Suck it up, motherfucker. Suck it up. - Andre, I'm scared of you. There's no one around, just us and nature. I got down on my knees and started sucking on that delight, it's wonderful to feel the hard flesh pulsing, my son's moans were pure ecstasy. - Ahhhhhh.. that... sucks... breast like a calf, go... what a boner! Despite the excitement I still felt afraid. Sometimes he would take his pin out of his mouth to look around. Only the animals looked at us curiously. André pulled me and kissed my mouth. He began to lift my blouse. - No, son, not here. I'll eat you on the grass like a little hedgehog, I'll be your stallion and I'll fill you with milk! He didn't even wait for my answer. He ripped off my blouse, my bra, and he started to open my pants. After he got undressed, he took off his clothes. If it's hard to refuse his requests, when he's naked, resisting becomes an impossible mission. That athletic body softens me, leaves me speechless. Make it four for your little boy. I obeyed. I couldn't believe the madness I was doing. Behind me, the forest. In front of me, the grass, the cows, the horses. I heard the sound of the birds, the wind shaking the leaves. Andre came up behind me and started licking my ass. - Aiiii... to the son... - Do you like it? - I love that. That skilled tongue exploited my preconceptions. I moaned, raved. Then he started to brush his dick at the entrance of my vagina. The putrid things he said made me out of my mind. Do you want to be my whore? - I wish I was stuttering, already struggling to articulate my speech. Oh, my God, mother, what a little bitch you are, you're going to give it to your puppy, you're going to give it to your colt? - I love you, my son... Ask your stallion to cover you. - Come and eat me! He stuck his dick in all at once. My vagina dripped like a real mare in the heat. And in that moment I felt more female than female. We were two animals practicing incest, without fear or shame, away from everything and everyone. My son held tight to his waist and struck without mercy. - Fuck, mother, what a stubborn bitch! - Fuck you, my son! In my days as a married woman with a faceless, unimaginative husband, I would never have had the courage to say such things, but with him I felt comfortable enough to say: - Get on your horse... get on! I started to remember the day we saw the horse cross with the mare in the same place, and I can't explain why, but it made me horny, maybe because now I was feeling a real male covering me. - Shit, mother... what a boner! - Fuck... fuck without mercy... eat me! The sound of his body hitting my ass still made me horny, I felt the orgasm approaching, but I only want to have fun after I feel his milk entering me. - Enjoy, my son... fill me with your milk... I'm yours... fuck me! - I'm going to have fun, Mom... I'm going to have fun... - Come on, enjoy your woman! In a delightful coincidence, a horse in the distance snorted, perhaps frightened by what it saw. He laughed, and as usual there was this sea of hot sperm pouring into me. I don't know if it's because he has big testicles, but every time I laughed I felt a sea of sperm coming out of his throbbing dick. I laughed too, moaning loudly, saying nonsense. My son was pure pleasure. - Shit, Mom... what a good time! He pulled the stick out of me, and when I was four, I could feel the semen running down my legs, and I actually felt more like a woman than a woman. He grabbed me and we rolled on the grass in a delicious kiss. As much as I was loving it, the fear of being caught beat me. I asked my son to control himself. We got dressed and already recovered we went to the orchard, after all we had to return home with fruits, since that was the excuse. When we arrived Fernando had already returned and Lilian had already put lunch on the table. - You guys were late, huh? Andre, a bastard as usual, answered. - We were enjoying nature, watching the animals. He's my son, he's my man, he's my macho, but most of all, he's the great love of my life. When there is love, everything is beautiful. And when there is passion, everything is delicious. Even the simple purchase of a mirror. My son called me and said: - Mom, I'm gonna spend the afternoon solving some problems, but in a few minutes, a guy's gonna be here to deliver a piece of furniture that I bought. A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora Since when do you buy furniture for your home? Mom, I saw it in an antique furniture store and I thought you'd love it when the delivery comes, you get it I'll be home tonight kisses, I love you I was intrigued. What was he up to? About two hours later, the delivery arrived. A mirror. A huge mirror, bigger than me, with sculpted wood around it, lacquered finish. A beautiful, old mirror. I left it in the living room. That mirror had something old and mysterious about it. I wondered if that mirror was from some brothel. I couldn't resist the temptation to undress in front of it. I saw my body. The body that I used to hide now seemed sensual, provocative. André, my son, arrived almost at night, gave me that warm embrace, kissed me. - Did you like the present, Mom? I love it, but what on earth drove you to buy a mirror that big? I thought it looked like a whorehouse mirror, and I thought it was sexy, so I bought it to put in front of our bed and watch us make love. I thought it was funny that he felt the same way about the mirror, that he thought it looked like a whore's mirror. - Did you know I love you, Mom? "I love you too, son", I replied, already feeling the warmth between us. We lay on the couch, warm kisses and hugs, and when I could, I'd look in the mirror, and seeing myself kissing my son made me feel incestuous, twisted, sinful. - Do you like it? - You know I love you. - I'm asking you if you like looking in the mirror. I was ashamed, but I confessed: - I like it. The caresses grew hotter, he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and I sucked his nipples, which always makes him delirious. - Ahhhhhhhh....this is delicious, Mom! He was pulling my blouse and when he took it off, he put it on the top of the lampshade. Since it was a red silk shirt, the whole room was illuminated with that color. I felt even more that I was in an old brothel. When I looked in the mirror I saw our bodies, each piece of clothing taken off more exposed. Then we were naked. - Son... hummmpffff... you are such an idiot... "Enjoy it, mother", he said, already waving his hard stick at me. One of my favorite things to do is to see that little transparent thing coming out of his penis, a clear sign that he's super excited, and in those hours, I can't resist and I suck, I suck with desire, it falls out of my mouth, I delight, and every time I move my mouth, he moans and praises me, - Ahhhh mother... thatoo! suck... ahhhh what a delicious mouthpiece. Suck my mother whore! The light, the mirror, the incest, I felt like a real bitch, and I was loving it. - Look in the mirror... look how my cock melts in your mouth! I'd roll my eyes and see the scene, when could I have imagined that one day I'd be sucking my son's cock? - Hold on a second. He went to our room and when he came back he had a bottle of lube in his hand and he wanted to eat me from behind. - Today I'm hungry to eat mother's cooking. In those hours I am still ashamed, but I replied: - I'll... I'll give you anything you want. I was on the couch on all fours, offering my fleshy ass to my son, and how that boy knows how to treat my ass with his tongue! His tongue went around the little ring, sometimes it seemed to penetrate me with his tongue. He sucked, he kissed, he did everything deliciously. When he stuck two fingers in my cunt I shouted with pleasure: - What's going on? You love a blowjob in that nice ass, don't you? - I love you, son. I love you. His fingers inside my vagina were doing wonders, playing, playing, and when he pulled his fingers out of me, he brought them to my mouth. - Feel the taste of your little bowl, feel... I sucked his fingers and enjoyed the taste of my own sex. - Can I have a seat, Mom? He sat down on the couch and began to bless his break with lubricant. - You're going to sit on my dick, Mom! No matter how many times he ate my ass, it was always four or roast chicken. - Andre, I don't know if I can do this. - You have to trust me, Mom. He put lubricant on his hands and passed it on my ass, and I was scared, but his freakish voice broke down any resistance. Come on, little mother, come on slowly so you can... I turned my back on him, and I lowered myself very slowly, and we were all covered in lube, and I felt the head of his cock touching my little ring. - Delight, mother... come... come with me. That position was more complicated, but I kept trying. I felt the head pressing against my folds. It hurt -- it always hurts, but it passes. I lowered my body, my back to him. The head had gone all the way through. And as they say, "once the head passes, the rest is all neck". I slowly descended, until his dick settled all the way into my rectum. André hugged me from behind, holding my breasts. He said in my ear: - Delicious... hard on the ass. - Take it easy, son. It still hurts. - Look in the mirror, look. When I opened my eyes the scene excited me incredibly. That old mirror looked like a painting showing a pornographic scene. I opened my legs I could see the image of my little boy's penis all inside me, his balls so tilted that it seemed to want to come in too. André was breathing deeply. He was possessed by a hard-on. - Now come on... up and down slowly. I started to move, still a little clumsy, I saw a few inches of his dick appear, to disappear soon after, the pain had passed, now the anal penetration was only pleasure, and I saw the scene through the mirror. Andre's hands would squeeze my breasts, play with my nipples, squeeze and almost make me faint with pleasure. He noticed that I was already in the mood, and he started moving his hips up and down, and he kicked my butt, and the best part is, I loved it. Get in there, son. Mother, I love you, you whore! It was beautiful to see the scene in the mirror, his dick coming into me, his hands squeezing my breasts, our eyes full of excitement, my son took his hand from my right breast and brought it to my clitoris, he started to move my grill, and then all I had to do was scream like crazy. - Ahhhhhhhh....Ahhhhhhhhhhhh Son! - It bounces... it bounces in my pussy! And I was really rolling, I was hanging on that hard mast, his fingers wouldn't rest on my little grill, and I felt like I was mocking him from front to back, and I was throwing my body down, trying to swallow through the anus to the last millimeter of his thorax. - Ahhhhhh... I'm going to have fun, son... move my cricket....ahhhhhhhh it doesn't stop..... I'm going to have fun..... I ...I.....ahhhhhhhh And what fun! Seeing the scene in the mirror made me understand how much I had become a real female. I enjoyed it so much that my son's hand got wet. As soon as I enjoyed it his reaction was to accelerate the bombs on my ass. - Now I'll fill you with milk... He was pushing hard, throwing his hip up, and I was throwing my body down, and he was just about there. - I'll fuck with you, I'll fuck with you! Through the mirror, I saw her eyes close, and I felt those hot jets in my anus, delicious, flooding me, and I turned my head back and we kissed. - Mom... you are so fucking hot! - And you are a little... We stayed in the chameleon for a while until his penis softened and came out of me, and then some of the sperm came out of my ass and milked his penis, his sack, all the way down to the couch. - Mom, did you like looking in the mirror? I love you, son, very, very much. After that we had dinner - naked! - and we took the mirror to our room. It didn't take long for him to want to eat me on all fours with me facing the mirror. I enjoyed horrors. Seeing my image made me understand what was happening to me. I was the happiest woman in the world and perhaps the most slutty woman a man could have.