Mae and son lovers 2

After that event, a week passed. During this time, I always invited my mother to watch a movie, however, she always refused. In fact, I think she realized how wrong what had happened between us was. Even though we hadn't gotten very far, we were both enjoying that situation, I think I was enjoying it a lot more, since everything was very new to me, but at the same time it wasn't so new. What I mean is that even though I had never experienced those feelings before, I wasn't so innocent that I didn't know what it meant, I knew very well what it meant and I wanted more than anything in this world. Sometimes I tried to spy on my mother when she went into the bathroom, but it was always unsuccessful, somehow it was impossible to see through that damn keyhole. Not knowing what to do to satisfy my crazy desire for her, many times when it came time to sleep, I fantasized that I was fucking her while rubbing the bed until it was fun. Son, is it time to get up? shouted my mother from the room. I left the room and walked towards her, it was just another ordinary day, I didn't know what to do to take things further with my mother. Sometimes I slapped her ass once or twice, just to be able to feel that wonderful body, of course, I always pretended it was an innocent joke, but she was already realizing my true intention, and she fought with me, said she didn't like this kind of joke. Today I was determined to get one more shell out of her, but at the same time, I would never do anything to disrespect her, because I really love her and I only want what's best for her, so it just leaves me in a position where I don't know what to do to move forward. When we say goodbye, she always gives me a kiss on the cheek, those soft lips of hers, I want to taste them! As soon as she was kissing me, I turned my face, she was taken completely by surprise, and at that moment our lips touched. It was a quick thing, but I'll never forget that soft, sweet touch, the moment when her lips pressed tightly against mine. Matthew, she's clearly mad at me. I begged for her forgiveness, and even though it was the best feeling in the world, I felt a great sense of guilt as soon as I finished stealing her stamp. Whoa, whoa. I could only helplessly obey. Leaving the house, I went to the van that took me to work after returning, my mother did not touch the subject anymore, it was as if nothing had happened. But, I clearly did not think so, I still felt guilty for having done this with her, it was as if I had betrayed her, however, I also felt even hotter for having kissed that mouth. After that day, I never tried anything else, fantasizing that one day I could taste every part of her body was all I could do. Now that I'm a little over 25 years old, it's made me a lot more restricted in the things that I wanted to do, it was like a kind of current was trying to suppress all the desires and fantasies that I have for her. It was an ordinary night, when I was suddenly awakened by the noises that were happening in the house. Lying in my room I began to listen to find out what was happening. My mother cried, her cry was drowned out by the crying, clearly the argument this time was heavier than before, for even though they had argued before I never saw or heard my mother cry, she was always a strong woman. "You're not going to say anything?" she shouted again. What do you want me to say? As my father spoke, it was clear that in his tone there was a kind of apology, something I had never heard before come out of his mouth. ? Nothing! You don't have to say anything! Just take your things and go away forever! ? My mother was very angry and crying. It seems that things were really serious this time, whatever my father did, it exceeded how much she could bear. Getting up I went carefully to the door of my room, from there I could see my mother throwing all my father's clothes in an old suitcase that we had at home. After a lot of arguing between them, my father decided to give in and leave the house. As soon as he left, I walked to where my mother was, at that moment I saw the strong woman that I always wanted in her weakest state, she was crying, sad and depressed. My heart tightened and all I did was hug her. Realizing that I was there, she tried to control her crying and spoke softly. My love, things will be more difficult from now on. "It's all right, Mom. I'll always be here with you". I answered as I hugged her tightly. Dad has another son? I really couldn't help but ask. From what I had heard of the conversation, my dad had another family. Now it made sense why he would come home so late, sometimes he wouldn't even come back. Yes, you have a six-year-old brother. As she spoke, it was clear that she was holding herself back from crying in front of me. On this day, I slept in my mother's room. We slept together, in a shell, but at no time did I try to take advantage of the situation, all I did was hug her tight and sleep. With my father going to bora from home, things really got much worse on the financial issue, my mother had not finished high school nor had she worked for a salary before since my father did not allow it. So, the only solution was my mother put on her face and go out to look for a job. Pq only I work, my father tried to come back several times, but was refused consecutively, to punish my mother for not accepting him back, he did not provide any kind of financial help. Not long after, my mother got a job, and now, with her own salary and all the freedom she'd never had, it was certain that my father would never have a chance to return. All he would have would be regret for having lost a wonderful woman. With just me and my mom living in the house, we became much more intimate, I slept in her room every night, and my room became just a place to put my stuff, but that kind of situation didn't happen anymore. I was getting older and I started to respect her space more, but at the same time, the desire burned inside me more and more. Every time my mother came home from work, she'd go straight to the bathroom, and I'd take this time to talk to her, and I'd stand outside the door, waiting for a chance to see that body. At first, she tried to avoid it, but then, as our intimacy grew, she started talking to me only from the towel, and I tried to control myself from revealing that all I wanted more than anything was to see exactly what she looked like under that towel. Every time she'd turn her face or something, I'd stare intently from top to bottom, that ass, getting more and more tempting as time went on. On an ordinary day, after talking with my mother as she left the bathroom, I went inside to take a shower as soon as she left and to my surprise, there was a panties hanging there. An unknown fire started burning inside me, it was something unexplainable. Walking to the panties I picked it up, looking carefully, I realized that it was probably the panties she was wearing before, with a burning desire, I carried the panties to my nose and smelled it. That smell was something that made me horny for her even more, and as soon as I smelled it, I got extremely hard right then and there, and I started taking off my clothes as fast as I could and masturbating hard while I smelled those panties, imagining what it would be like to get into my lovely mother. Over time I continued to sleep in the same bed as my mother, however, now she wears a thin dress to sleep in. Which is natural, since intimacy has grown between us and a thin dress is much better for sleeping after a long day of work. Often I would wake up in the middle of the night and stare at her, staring at that ass that was always slightly pointed in my direction, the thin dress, always getting a little bit into her ass, generating a vision that left me burning to the bones. I would put my arm around her waist and every day that passed I would get closer and closer, until finally we were sleeping completely glued together. It was impossible not to get hard, the erection was very strong, that thin dress was wonderful, as soon as I leaned on it, I could almost feel the skin so thin that it was that black dress. A lot of times, I'd back off so she wouldn't realize that I had an uncontrollable crush on her, and yet, during sleep, we'd cling to each other again, and when I woke up, I was completely hard and totally glued to her ass. She didn't complain, I don't know what was going through her head, but I'm sure that on this day, she started to see me in a different way. As soon as I woke up, she was still asleep, which was very rare since she always woke up before me. Realizing that I was totally hard and looking at this wonderful woman completely glued to me, I lowered her slightly and slowly rubbed my stick on her, I started at the bottom of her ass and I was slowly climbing up. As I was climbing on that delightful tread, she woke up and stood still. I, frightened by this, closed my eyes. Contrary to what I thought, she did not complain or get out of bed, she bent down even more, making it easier for me to rub her. However, I was completely paralyzed, afraid of the reaction she would have, and at that moment, I felt my hard cock pushing her dress and entering lightly into her butt. She was rubbing me, and my erection was getting bigger and bigger. With my hand around her, I pressed her body against it even more and I went up pressing my stick against her until I felt it stuck in her buttock. Moving my waist up and down, I would press the head of my dick against her bucket, always trying to go a little deeper, but my panties prevented me from moving forward. However, every time I would scramble up until the head of my dick pressed against it, I would feel that warm, moist skin behind the panties. With my hand around her waist, I went down, smoothing her body, while pressing my fingers harder and harder on her skin, I went down until I got to her thighs, then I slowly put my hand under her dress and I went up until I got to her butt, and she gently opened her legs, allowing me to touch as I wanted to, and as soon as my fingers went through her panties, I felt how hot and wet she was, and I started moving my fingers, first in a circular fashion, and then I squeezed harder as I slowly pressed upwards, as I pounded the head of my stick down on her butt, crazy to feel that texture with my own stick. I couldn't take it anymore, so I bit her neck lightly. With a sweet, very low moan, she drove me mad. Realizing that we were completely immersed in that state of delicious pleasure, with the hand that was in her pocket I pulled her panties to the side, leaving her completely free to move forward until I was completely inside her. With rapid movements I pulled my shorts and my underwear down, afraid that she would block me, I was guiding my stick until I reached her bouquet. When they came into contact, I felt the head of my stick get very hot, it was very wet and sticky, even without having put inside it, the feeling was already from another world. Stretching her hand back she held my cock and gave two or three masturbations on it, after this she was guiding it to the entrance, with a gentle movement, she straightened her butt and my cock was coming in, first the tip of her head began to stretch to the warm and wet skin of her bouquet, until going in completely, deeper and deeper. The pleasure was overwhelming, and as soon as I penetrated her, all that could be heard in the room was the sound of my dick slamming harder and harder into her pussy, which was very hot, tight and wet. My mother's delicious moans were getting louder and louder, until the sounds were reduced and I said in her ear as I gasped. "I'll have fun!" She replied as she moaned and gasped. Amidst the moans, stomping, and "I'll make fun of you" phrases, we both made fun of each other. She trembled slightly, her mouthpiece contracted and squeezed me even more, leaving the feeling even more pleasant, warm and tight. I was completely glued to her, while my dick released several "jumps" inside her. And that moment, that's when everything really changed for both of us. After what happened between me and my mother, things didn't work out the way I had imagined, and when we fantasize about something like incest, we imagine that after the delicious and forbidden relationship happened, the two of you would go on to have constant and intense relationships. But what followed was the complete opposite. After we had the best sex of our lives, I went to school and my mother went to work. Until then everything was normal, however, I could not stop thinking about how good we had done, but at the same time, I also felt a strong sense of "guilt" or perhaps another feeling that I do not know how to explain, all I know is that I was in conflict about what happened and what I wanted to happen from here on out. Coming home, I spent the whole time thinking about what to say when she got home, during this time at school, I came to the conclusion that even though society says it's wrong and inappropriate, this is what I want to happen between us, I want to continue this, I want to be her man. I was happy, scared and nervous, and this went on for a few more hours until she got home. When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat, my throat was dry and I was sweating cold. All I wanted more than anything was to hug her tightly and scream that I wanted her forever like the last time. However, when I saw her look, I lost all courage. She probably went through the same process that I went through at school, and maybe because she was the mother, older than me, and responsible for me, the weight on her was much greater. It was clear from her look that she was in strong conflict over what happened, and she didn't know how to resolve things between us. I just stood there, unresponsive, as she walked past me and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The whole time she was home, we didn't exchange a single word, the situation was awkward and heavy, I was thinking about what to say to her, and she was probably thinking about what to say to me. And in this standoff, it turned out that no one said anything, and this was the first time since my father left home that I didn't sleep in my mother's room. And in this way, a week went by, and the situation at home was normalizing as much as possible, since the incident I no longer slept in my mother's room, and we reduced our contact, which is not what I wanted, and I don't know if it's what she wants, however, we were guided here because we didn't know what to say to each other. Just 11 days away from my 26th birthday, I was mustering up the courage to say everything that I want and desire. Even if it leads to a more awkward situation between us, I need her to know how I feel about her, and I also need to know how she feels about me. At school, I wrote everything down on paper, any thought or "speech" that I could use. I imagined a million scenarios of what could happen at the time I was confessing. I ran to a pizzeria on the corner, there I bought a large pizza, a soda and 4 chocolates serenade of love. Arriving home I put the pizza on the table, arranged two seats, one opposite the other, put two plates, two glasses, cutlery, everything had to be perfect. I arranged the chocolates next to the plates, serenade of love is her favorite, I could not miss the opportunity to buy them when I saw them in the pizzeria. After checking more than once that everything was perfect, I ran to the bathroom, took a quick shower, put on a nice outfit, and waited for her to arrive. It didn't take long for her to arrive, in fact, it was less than 10 minutes, since I had bought and prepared everything in view of the time she would arrive from work. The moment she saw the things arranged, she was astonished and looked at me questioningly. ♪ It's just a dinner. ♪ I spoke a little awkwardly, even though I'd been ruminating in my mind what to say all day, I was more stuck than ever. "Can I take a quick shower?" she asked, looking at me. I was very nervous. She went into the bathroom to take a shower, and I got even more nervous, and every minute that passed and I was alone at that table waiting for her, my heart raced even faster. Not long after she came out of the bathroom. She looked wonderful, I don't know if it was because she had seen me tidy up, or if she had other plans in mind, but she looked magnificent. Her hair was loose, they're long, up to the height of her butt more or less. She was wearing a light makeup, a shadow in her eyes and a light-colored lipstick, a yellow dress with few details. I was paralyzed, if I was nervous before, now I really didn't know what to do. Slightly awkward, I got up and pulled the chair for her to sit down. As soon as she sat down she realized that I bought love serenade, she picked one up and smiled at me. "Are you going to have dessert before pizza?" I asked, clearly trying to make a point. "Is Serena irresistible?" she said, smiling at me. After a brief exchange of words, we began to have dinner and talk, and, incredibly, all the weight of the previous week had disappeared in that dinner, we were eating, talking and laughing together, all as natural as it should normally be. Dinner was over, pizza was over, and I couldn't muster up the courage to say what I wanted to say. Many times I tried to say it, but it always stuck and I didn't say what I really wanted to say. I blamed myself mentally many times for not having the courage to say what I should be saying. As soon as we finished dinner, she got up to wash the dishes and cutlery, and seeing the back view of her, that lovely woman that I had always wanted, was right in front of me, beautiful and perfumed, all I had to do was summon up the courage and declare myself, what would happen next, I would be in charge of fate. Gathering courage I stood up, each step was heavier than mountains, I was having a lot of difficulty just to get close to her. In my mind, it would be easy, but when it came to doing and saying what I wanted, things were much more difficult. As soon as I got behind her, I hugged her tightly and did not say a word. My body was glued to hers, we were completely glued, I could feel her beautiful ass pressed against my body. "Matthew", she said softly. With all the courage I had, that's all that came out. After I said that sentence, my mother stood still, being hugged by me, waiting for me to continue. We held each other for a few minutes in silence, I think she could feel and hear my heart from so high that it was. I know it might sound wrong, but I can't see it that way. I was a little quiet after I said that, waiting to see if she'd say something. Realizing that she wouldn't say anything, I continued. ? Long time I want you. Not as a mother, but as a woman! ? Breathing heavily as I spoke, I was with my eyes closed to gather more courage and make it easier to say. ? I tried for many times to suppress my desires for you, but it didn't help. I've been with other girls of my age, but none can make me feel what I feel just by looking at you. Maybe you see me as a child, I don't know... But I promise you this, if you let me, I want to be your man. I want to take care of you, be with you and love only you. Even though I wrote a thousand things that I could or wanted to say to her, nothing went as planned, and I was able to say it, but it was all so simple and straightforward, and maybe that's the essence of my feeling for her, simple, straightforward and true. Matthew, we can't... that's not right, we're from the same family. I'm your mother. As she said that, she was looking forward, not looking directly at me. ♪ Don't you like me? ♪ Before she could say anything I asked another question, my tone now was extremely low. ♪ Am I not good enough to be a man for you? It's not that, it's that you're my son. Squeezing her even harder I said. ? I don't want to be just your son. I want to be your husband. ? Burying my face in her neck I spoke in a low tone. ? Mother, I want you to be my mother only on the street. At home, I want you to be my wife! She was quiet, not a single sound came out of her. So I continued. ? No one needs to know. The only woman I want is you. I really love you, what's so wrong with that? She turned slowly and stood facing me, my arms still around her waist. As she looked at me, I couldn't bear to keep looking into her eyes and I turned my gaze down. That's when I realized that she was getting closer and closer, her hand came up to my face, and we were getting closer and closer. I slowly started to go towards her mouth, and I lightly sucked her lower lip. My hands, which were on her back, pulled her even more towards me, I didn't want to let her go any further. As I held her tightly against my body, we kissed slowly. My tongue, I felt hers, as they twisted, I pulled and gently bit those soft, clear lips. During the kiss, she turned and stood with her back to me, putting both hands on the sink, she stood upright, giving me a dazzling view. I lowered my hand and pulled her panties down, as she quickly lowered my bermuda. Lifting her dress slightly, I went in underneath completely hard, guiding my stick to go as deep as I could into her. As I was placing and pushing, she was letting out low moans. With my right hand I held her shoulder firmly, while my left hand was at the waist, in this way I pulled her body against mine as I advanced more and more strongly, penetrating deeply and making noises every time I entered her. She put her hand on my hand which was on her shoulder, and guided my hand up to her neck. I squeezed her neck while I saw her looking at me lightly over her shoulder. Holding her tightly by her neck I began to pull her in and in even harder and faster. She groaned looking at me as she bit her own lip, I on the other hand, was even more panting, as I pushed hard and went over her body with my left hand, gently squeezed her breasts, pulled her beak which was hard and stretched out, as she listened to her groan even higher. Downward she carried my hand which was on her neck and bit my finger until it gently bit her mouth. I was in awe of it, and the more I put it in, the hotter and tighter it was getting. "Keep going, love", she said, looking at me as I held her by the neck and went deeper and deeper into her, between moans and hard thrusts, I enjoyed all I could inside her. As soon as I had finished making fun of her, I, who was still inside her, placed my face on her neck and gave her a delicious tongue kiss. She turned around without saying anything, took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.