Holidays with Mom 3

In the cafeteria, my mother still seemed a little preoccupied, not understanding what had just happened in the bedroom. Not to mention, waking up with one of her hands on her son's poop, it really wasn't something that would normally happen. I, the bastard, to break the silence said: What's up, Mommy? You're the one who seems worried today. She made a negative movement with her head, as if wanting to push away what she was thinking and replied: "No, sweetheart, I'm not not, everything is fine". Are you thinking about the nightmare you had? Actually, I didn't have any nightmares. I thought I 'd give her a little nudge . I had a really nice dream last night. What did you dream about? It was an erotic dream, I don't remember exactly, I just know I woke up super excited. Oh, my God, can you tell me? "The worst part, Mom, is that I don't remember very well, but it seemed like a girl was boiling my penis. I saw my mother blush, and she swallowed a whole grape, and then she laughed, and I said, Mother, are you choking or laughing? She wiped her lips with the cloth napkin that was on the table and smiled at me saying: "Oh son, forgive me, but I have to tell you something, I'm just ashamed". What's the matter? I didn't have a nightmare, and you weren't dreaming either. What do you mean, mother? "Oh son, I don't even know how to say this, but the truth is, I don't know how, I woke up and my hand was inside your shorts" "Oh mother, are you kidding me? I said I don't know what happened, my hand must have come down during the night and ended up inside your shorts "Fucking mother, what madness" It's not crazy, it's a shame Look, Mom, I'll be honest with you, it was too good. For Pedro, I'm already embarrassed enough, you don't need to make it worse. ♪ Dad, I'm just saying it was delicious ♪ "Peter, don't be upset. I didn't mean to hurt you. I shouldn't have said anything. Are you going to hurt me? Did he think he was big, Mom? What Peter? My penis too. Oh, spare me son, please, are you going to grill me now? It's hard to admit that he's big. <unk> All right. It's really big. I was even impressed by the size, but I'm not going to praise it. Otherwise you'll be too convinced. And enough talk, let's go to the beach. I want to enjoy this beautiful day <unk> "I'm just playing, Mom. I love to tease you". I know you love it, but what's up, any special programming today? <unk> We have the morning free to enjoy the mother beach. And I will be admiring its beauty while sunbathing. In the evening there will be a luau right here on the beach, if you want we can participate <unk> <unk> Perfect son, for me it is great <unk> I hadn't planned anything, but I confess that this episode with my mother, has accentuated even more our intimacy that was already quite nice. During the day on the beach, I grew more and more in love with this woman. I don't know if the weather in Fortaleza, the beach, the breeze, I don't know what it was in that place that made me see my mother like I'd never seen her before. Everything she did excited me. If she pulled up her bikini, I was hard as a stick, if she stood in front of me I almost enjoyed just looking at her ass. She walked and I followed her maddening roar. The simple fact of looking at her fleshy grandmother led me to a state of erection that even Freud would not explain. The worst thing was that I felt that my mother sometimes acted as if she understood my admiration for her, and then it seemed to punish me so sensuously. I would constantly seek her with her eyes, and she understood it all. I would realize that. She would sometimes ask me while she was dominating my hair from the back of my head, and I would instantly respond if she was ten miles away in the sun and under her crown of nails, and I would not be tortured by this red stick. But I wanted to insinuate myself a little bit more, and our conversation in the morning had made me more courageous and feel his soft hand on my roll in the morning, made me want more. We spent a delicious afternoon on the beach, my mother had picked up a beautiful color and the marks of her bikini were very sexy, by the way, she was all an expression of sensuality, and I plunged into inappropriate thoughts with that body. We were so attached that day, it was like a dream. When in the early afternoon we returned to the hostel, my mother was happy and acted like a girlfriend, she embraced me along the way and to provoke me, she spit water on me and ran away. I ran after her and caught up with her, she let out a scream every time I grabbed her from behind. We arrived at the hostel and it was still 6 pm. The moon would be late and we would have a little time to rest. My mother said: "Pedro, let's take a little nap. We still have time until the moon". But we need to take a bath, otherwise we'll fill the bed with sand. You're right. To bathe together? Does it bother you? These actions of my mother made me hallucinate, I don't know what her intention was, but she knew how to move my head. No, Mom, it's all right with me. She started to take off her clothes in the room right in front of me. She took off her shorts and blouse that she was wearing and then she took off her panties. She was naked in front of me. I started to take off my clothes, trying to show the same self-control that she had, but I was tense. My shorts curled up on my feet, and when it was time to take off my shirt she caught on my head, I was visibly nervous. Only my stick was not embarrassed, it was heavy and sovereign in the middle of my legs. When I managed to get rid of my shirt, my mother was already in the bathroom taking a shower. I entered the box and the top of the bottom. A delightful woman. Her buckle was beautifully shaved, it looked so swollen that I was crying. It must have been a delight to see that wonder. I went into the bath, and I managed to keep calm, despite my heart racing. My mother threw water on me with the shower, wet me and laughed. She turned her back to wash her hair and her butt was inches from my cock. What a desire to attack her right there. I started to soap myself and my mother didn't care about my huge cock between my thighs. Suddenly she turned and started smiling looking at me. I asked: What are you laughing at, Mrs. Leticia? I'm here thinking son if your sister knows that we bathed together here, she would be outraged <unk> I don't know if indignant, but I'm sure she'd be jealous, saying that you think I'm the favorite son, as she always does<unk> Yeah, that's exactly it, so make sure you don't tell her anything. Why would I tell Mom? To provoke her. I know you love to do that. You're right, I love to piss you off. No, Peter, I'm serious, she wouldn't understand. I know, Mom, I'm joking, I'm not going to tell you anything. A mother always gets along better with her son than with her daughter. Yes, I know Mother, be at peace, it will be our secret My mother, in full control of the situation, finished her bath and went out. I stayed a while longer, as always, hoping to lower my erection. I arrived in the room and I sat leaning on the head of the bed to rest a little. My mother threw a pillow between my legs and laid her head on it. I began to caress her hair and in a few minutes we fell asleep. I woke up around 8 p.m. My mother was already in front of the mirror getting dressed. She was wearing a fairy shorts, clutched to her body and a delicious silk blouse, which valued and marked her tired breasts. She was facing the mirror, wearing a bracelet on her head. Her thin legs and gorgeous butt were excited and straightened up. I kept thinking to myself that my mother was pulling those hair out of me. She had just woken up and I realized how much she had enjoyed the day, and how much torture it was when my mother's reflection naturally provoked me. I was already hanging with my stick. Let's pick up my treasure We have a luau to go Let 's go , Mrs. Leticia . <unk> Wait a minute I want you to tell me if this scarf fits on my head son<unk> She put on the scarf and tied her hair like a tiara, leaving the whole volume behind. She put her hands on her waist and asked if turning to me: I'm thinking of wearing it now at night. I took a deep breath and said, Everything looks good on you. <unk>Oh son, you're not serious<unk> <unk> Yes mother, you look beautiful with him <unk> <unk> You're very kind my love, so I'll really go with him<unk> My mother was confident, nothing would shake her enthusiasm. She came to me and stretched out her arms for me to stand up and said: "Come on, Peter, get dressed because I want to have a drink with you today". We left the hostel, my charming mother with her scarf on her head that made her beautiful face visible and her voluminous hair. Her short shorts and blouses glued to her body. Her fleshy mouth with a pink lipstick and her sunburned skin were attractive in that splendid woman who had captured my heart. The night was starry and pleasant. In the kiosk we stayed, the music did not stop and there were many people. Everyone was having fun. Some guys threw passionate looks at my mother who disguised and looked away. We drank and tried all the kiosk beats, as we were close to the hostel, we would have no problem returning. We were excited. My mother was excited and happy, and I was excited and happy. When I realized that the kiosk was full of my mother's eyes, I said to her discreetly: "Mom, it's getting too crowded in here. "Do you want to be alone with me, my love? The music is cool, but you're drawing too much attention, and I'm annoyed. Son, are you jealous? ♪ Yes, I am a mother ♪ If you want to have fun, I won't bother you. I want to stay with you. Let's go to the seaside We walked to the sea, and we were far away from where the moon was. We were alone on the seashore and wet our feet. My mother stood in front of me and I hugged her from behind. We were silent. I began to kiss my mother's neck. She didn't stop me, instead she squeezed my arms around her, causing me to lean closer. My roll cocked her soft ass. I passed my lips around her neck and she shivered all over. I could feel her shivering arms and her violets growing in the tissue of her nipple. My hand went down a little and forced the entrance of her shorts, until they were wrapped around her. My mother's body didn't react and I breathed. My middle finger turned in the middle of her neck, causing me to lean closer. My roll cocked her soft ass. I passed my lips around her neck and she shivered all over. I felt her shivering arms and her violets growing in the tissue of her nipple. My mother's fingers went down and she squeezed me and she said, "My middle finger slipped in and out of her vagina", and I was sweating her lips. Don't do that, my love. She raised her eyes and looked at me, I pressed her against my body and held her face. Her fleshy mouth was vulnerable and I sucked her lower lip. He let go. I kissed her and my tongue went through her lips and sucked them. Her warm tongue entered my mouth and our kiss was magical. My mother trembled. She tried to resist, but couldn't stop me from kissing her, until finally, she put her hands on my chest and pulled me away saying: My God Peter, what are we doing? All I could say was: Her mouth was so close and beautiful, I couldn't resist. I know son I'm feeling guilty about it Don't feel guilty, Mom. I took the initiative. ♪ But I left my son ♪ <unk>Yes, but I was crazy about it mom<unk> Son, that's wrong. I tried to hug her again, but she wouldn't let me, and she walked out on the beach back to the inn. I went after her and tried to take her arm, but my mom freaked out and ran out. She ran to the inn and I let her. I walked around wondering if I'd made a big mess and now I'd lose her trust. I got to the inn and my mom was already on her knees in the corner of the bed with her head covered by the pillow. I said, Let's have a talk. She didn't even move, but I understood what she said: No, Peter, I'm ashamed of you. ♪ Mom, look at me ♪ I don't want to talk today son I want to be quiet "But Mom, let me explain what happened". We drank too much, got excited and lost control, that's what happened. The worst part is that my mother was talking and I couldn't take my eyes off her ass, which was splendid in bed, but I said: If you don't want to talk, I'll respect you. You don't need Peter, you can sleep here with me, just leave me quiet in my corner, I promise we'll talk tomorrow I changed and went to the bathroom and washed myself, and I went back to bed, and my mother was still in the same position, and I covered myself with the sheet, and I turned off the lights, and I said goodbye to her. I love you mother.