A Tale of Forbidden Love

Hello! My name is Suzana, I am a gaucha from the interior and currently live in São Paulo, where I exercise my office as a psychologist. I'm a brunette with light brown hair, long and smooth, and light eyes, I'm 41 years old, 5'7" tall, 62 kg heavy. The story I am now narrating began at the end of 2001, however, before I will tell some facts that preceded what happened.
I am an only child and lost my mother too soon, being raised by my father, a cattleman who provided me with a great life and fulfilled all my desires, making me a spoiled girl. I used to travel the southern coast of Brazil, enjoying parties. In the 1980/81 New Year's Eve, at a party in Itapema, I met a man who had been my "summer love", who I never found again. This summer I got pregnant. My father, always very understanding, gave me all the support, but not before scolding me. With the birth of my son, Pedro, I decided to change my life. I never told my son that story, he just knew I was a single mother, and he never wanted to know under what circumstances. In 1982, I moved to Porto Alegre, with my son, and went to a psychology college, for which I graduated. From then on all I did was dedicate my life to my son and to the profession, never getting involved with another man again, just masturbating to try to satisfy myself sexually.
I lived my life normally, working and caring for my son, who was growing up and turning into a very handsome man, tall (about 6'2" and 90 kg), strong, light brown hair. Together, at my core, a complex feeling was growing towards him, a mixture of maternal love and carnal attraction. During his teen years, I'd imagine, "If I were a little girl, I'd probably fall in love with him." It was a dark desire, which seemed about to overflow at any moment and was reinforced by our closeness, inside the house, where we maintained a very great intimacy. I tried to fight that desire, repressed myself, imagining that one day it would pass. But I was wrong, and in some of my son's actions, I felt a certain reciprocity of feelings, I realized that he was attracted to me. After all, I am what can be considered a "tight wolf", and I know the desire that awakens older women in young boys, the "Oedipus Complex", balzaqueanism. After all, I'm a psychologist.
At the end of 2001, with my son's college vacation, we decided to spend the year on the beach. In previous years, we spent the holidays at my father’s house in the interior, but that year he died. Pedrinho opined by Itapema, the city in which he had been conceived and that I had not visited since. I agreed. Bad I imagined that in this choice I began the emergence of a new "summer love", a new relationship between mother and child, which would surpass other summers, a love that would break boundaries and social conventions, a love that would ignore the greatest taboo, the taboo of incest, and change our lives forever.
We arrived in the city just before the turn of year, but since we had not booked at the hotel, we found only a simple room with two beds. Since we didn't want to risk not finding anything better, we chose to keep this room anyway, then we could look for another one, and since we were used to sleeping together at home, I didn't see any trouble sharing the room.
After we settled in the room, we decided to go to the beach. We took a shower, I went first and as I prepared in the bedroom, my son came out of the shower just wrapped in the towel and caught me half naked, just with the underside of the bikini, with my breasts at the disposal of his look. I think I purposely took time to get ready, so he could witness such a scene. He was static, watching me, like he was in a trance, but soon he took his clothes and went to the bathroom to get dressed, apologizing when he retired. At that moment I could see the beginning of an erection that formed under his towel. We didn't bring it up anymore and went to the beach, tanned, took some caipirinhas, entered the sea and played a lot, like children, without drawing much attention, because there were few people inside the water. We were far away from the sand, I just had my shoulders out of the water, and suddenly a sea stream caused me to start sinking. At that moment, instinctively, I held on to Pedrinho, hugging him from the front around his neck, and he held me by the waist, pulling me up. My breasts pressed against your chest, your penis pressed my Mount of Venus, stiffening. Our looks crossed for a few seconds, and I just put a little stamp on his lips, with a naughty smile on his face, thanking him for holding me and then we returned to the sand.
We went back to the hotel and everything happened like nothing happened. We had dinner and rest. Plus tonight, we decided to go to a club in Camburiú. He wore a shorts and a shirt, and I went in a light, loose little dress. We walked around the club as a couple of boyfriends holding hands, and so we should look, in the eyes of others, despite the difference in our ages. We drank and danced until we played a forró. I immediately hugged him and started dancing together, and again I felt his penis stiffened, pressed against my belly. Instinctively, I pulled him closer to my body, kissed him on the face, and we danced normally again. We left, and again, as if nothing had happened, but I felt that Pandora's Box was increasingly on the verge of being opened.
Unconsciously and subtly, I was seducing my son, my own son, the being that I generated inside me and that I desired again within me. But I couldn't just offer myself to him, after all, could be ruining a relationship and two lives. So I decided not to try anything explicitly. If it happened, it would happen naturally, let nature play its part, after all, first of all, we are a male and a female, ready to mate. A long time ago I wanted him and at that moment I was sure the desire was mutual.
The next day, after lunch, we returned from the beach to the hotel to shower and rest. I've felt a different climate between us, a climate of seduction, with looks and compliments. We slept each in his bed, I just wore panties and bra, covering myself with a sheet, and he in his underwear, totally discovered. I woke up before him and watched him, that manly, handsome, attractive body... and his long thick penis, which was outlined by tight underwear. When I look at his face, he was already awake, looking at me, our eyes crossed, passionately...
We went to the beach and then we went to a bar, because we decided not to come back for dinner, we'd be drinking and eating snacks. Later, already a little high for the drink, we went back to the hotel, and on leaving the elevator, he hugged me and so we walked to our room. As we entered, he abruptly turned me in front of him, looking into my eyes, hugged me and gave me a stamp. After a brief silence, he kissed me deeply. He opened Pandora's Box. We started kissing wildly, our hands were walking all over our bodies. I interrupted by saying "I think we'd better take a shower," and so it was, but this time we went in together, he undressed me, taking away my canga and my bikini, leaving me, for the first time in more than 20 years, totally naked in front of a man, and took off his shorts and his swimsuit, showing a big, big, thick, flat penis, with a gland that looked like a red mushroom, totally erect of desire for her mother. Under the shower, we kissed and washed. When I washed his penis, I couldn't resist and sucked him, just like he did with my breasts. Then he took me in his lap to his bed, and, still wet, laid me down, spread my legs, and kissed my vagina, then sucked my clitoris. It didn't take long and I had an orgasm, the first in 20 years with a man, my own son. After the orgasm, I put a pillow under my ass and pulled it closer to me and said whispering, "Come on, Pedrinho... Fuck me... put your dick inside me... Let me feel your dick inside me... But do it slowly and I haven't had sex in a long time... Make me come... Come with me... Fill me with fucking... make me your female..." He pulled his penis into my vagina and began to penetrate a slow e-mail. When your bag touched my ass, the penetration had consummated, I felt full, complete, with that huge penis inside me, filling my vagina, penetrating my uterus, with our pubic hair intertwining. So he began to move, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. I felt in heaven, I had one orgasm after another. He said things like, "Mom... you're really hot... I always wanted to fuck you... I've always wanted you... I've always loved you, as a mother and as a woman... I want to bore you with my fucking... you're just my... my female...".
My Pedrinho's penis was invading the place where he appeared, lived and grew for nine months, his sacred place, his mother's womb. With every orgasm of mine I would put my hands on his buttocks and pull closer to me, as if I were making him return to my womb. I enjoyed it again and we paused, but since he hadn't enjoyed it yet, we restarted our incestuous sex session. He sat on the headboard of the bed and I went over it, I opened my legs, I laid the vagina on his erect penis, and I went down, down, until I accommodated him all inside me, with his penis penetrating into my uterus and I began to roll over him alternating with a horse ride, climbing and descending on his penis. I've enjoyed this position many more times. Then he penetrated me on all fours, breathing and gasping more intensely, signaling that his climax was near, shouting "I'M GOING TO GO!!!! I'm gonna fuck you with my fucking!! I'm going to save you with my fuck!!" Again I came, shouting, "GO SON!!! COME WITH ME!!! Let me feel the heat of your fucking inside me!! Continuous act he enjoyed everything inside me. I could feel your semen jets hitting me inside, inside my vagina, at the bottom of my uterus. And it collapsed on top of me, until your penis softened and came out of me, causing a fillet of semen to flow from my vagina. And he said, "Mom, I love you and I want you for myself, not only as a mother, but also now as a woman, as a lover, as a female...", and I replied, "I love you too, and now I am only yours, my body is only yours." The barrier of incest had been overthrown, now we were mother/son and lovers, with a secret case that, more than any other, could never be revealed.
Pedrinho lay next to me, in the hotel's narrow single bed, and slept. I stayed awake for a while, thinking about what had happened. Still ecstatic, I smiled satisfied, I ended up with a sexual abstinence of over 20 years... and with my own son. The last man inside me was his father, the moment we conceived Pedrinho. I started thinking more rationally... So I was 39... I was still a fertile woman... And he was probably ovulating these days... I didn't use any contraceptive methods, since I didn't need it all these years... and he didn't use a condom, injecting a lot of semen into my uterus... I could get pregnant from my own son!!! I put my hand on my belly and figured right now, millions of my son's sperm could be looking for my egg to fertilize, form a new life... This is the law of nature, sex has the primary purpose of procreation. My son's little sperm won't know that the egg he's penetrating and fertilizing is the forbidden egg. Thinking about it like this, I'm in a mix of terror and ecstasy, getting pregnant with my own son, raising my own grandson. In fact, I already contemplated this possibility, almost unconsciously, but these circumstances made sex more exciting, because we went through the most forbidden ways of sex, satiated hunger with the most forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. We practiced the bareback incestuous.
Thinking of these possibilities, I fell asleep, hugging my son. By morning, when he woke up, Pedrinho had already risen and left. I got up, took a shower and had a light morning meal. About two hours later, Pedrinho returned, with some concern stamped on his face, and I went straight to shower without saying anything. As he came out of the shower, he looked into my eyes and said, "Mom, I've been thinking... I know you haven't had partners in years and you don't take birth control pills, and I didn't use a condom... if you get pregnant?" He had the same thoughts I had the day before, and I hope he comes to the same conclusions, I thought. I explained my thoughts to him and finished, "I don't want us to use any contraceptive methods... I want it to be natural... It's more exciting... I want to go to the extreme of the most forbidden sex... Let nature decide... If I have a son of you, it will be the man I love most in this world...". He just said "I love you" and kissed me deeply. We undressed each other and started our sex session. We stayed until lunchtime having sex, coming over and over again. Really, the possibility of me getting pregnant turned on both of you, with every ejaculation of Pedrinho, I imagined his little zigzagging sperm inside me, looking for my egg. Every orgasm we had was wonderful, it was like it was the biggest, and I understood, at the extreme, why the French call orgasm "little death."
That afternoon, after lunch, we decided to go to a different beach, to Praia do Pinho, which is a nude beach near Itapema. We had to restrain ourselves in our caresses, not because of hiding our incestuous relationship in public, but to avoid an erection in Pedrinho, which forced him into the water. In those terms, we've been on this beach for a short time and decided to leave. We behaved like a real couple of boyfriends, that's what we were, after all. Despite the difference in our ages, no one suspected that we were mother and son, and anonymity protected our secret because even in Porto Happy few people had access to our inner circle to know that we were mother and son, imagine in Santa Catarina, no matter how many gaucho tourists there were.
Our stay on the coast had changed radically. It started out as a spring break and turned into a real honeymoon. After another overnight stay at the hotel, we luckily found a suite available at a seaside hotel in Balneário Camboriú, with a balcony that gave a beautiful view of the waterfront. We reserve it immediately and transfer there near dusk. We entered the suite with Pedrinho carrying me in his lap and continued the sexual part of our honeymoon, making love until nightfall.
On the 31st, we did our usual programs: meals, waterfront tours, bars, tanning... I loved it when my son passed the sunscreen on me in plain sight, how exciting it was to exchange caresses in public, it was as if we were taking over our relationship in the eyes of the world.
At night, we order dinner in our suite. We dressed in white, him in shorts and shirt, and me in a short, light and loose dress, which I had bought the day before in a tiny underwear, especially to wear with my son. Around eleven o'clock we started dinner, candlelight, totally romantic. At the end of dinner, Pedrinho removed two rings from his pocket for me and him, which would symbolize our alliance. At that moment I didn't stop and cry with emotion. Unofficially, we were getting married. It was a legally impossible marriage, but consummated in practice.
We walked to the balcony to see the fireworks show, I was very excited. We watch hugging fires, wishing for "Happy New Year" between burning kisses. As soon as the fires ended, we returned to the room, holding hands. We hugged and kissed while we were undressing. Pedrinho untied the bow of my dress and dislocated the laces of my shoulders, which caused my dress to slip through my body to the ground, leaving me only in my panties before the man of my life. He whispered "how beautiful you are... as I am in love with you...", "I too, Pedrinho... I am in love with you... I am wearing white panties... I imagined wearing a rose, but found my passion before New Year...", I said, whispering in your ear. I took off his shirt by kissing his chest, and then I took off his shorts, leaving him just in his underwear, and we kept caressing. So we went to bed. Pedro removed my panties, separated my legs and started sucking on me. Soon I reached the climax, and again, and again, and with every orgasm, I pushed his head against me, trying to get him to come back inside me. Then I took off his underwear and started licking his penis. I licked all its length, from the glans to the bag, and put it all in my mouth, sucking, making it moan of pleasure, and then we started a 69. Again I came madly, but I didn't let him come. I wanted to feel all your semen inside me. I wanted to play with nature...
We took a little break to have some wine. I carried the cup of wine on my lips and looked into Pedrinho's eyes. Excited, tears come out of my eyes. "Oh, my God, how I was in love, in love with this man I've created... and that now I could make myself a mother again...", reflected. I was confused, I didn't know if unprotected sex just turned me on or if I really wanted to get pregnant again, generate an incestuous fruit, a son of my son.
With his hands, Pedrinho wiped the tears off my face and began to kiss me, lying in bed. He kissed my lips for a long time, and then he went down, kissing me and licking me, my neck, my breasts, my nipples, my belly, my belly button, took a break, separated my legs and re-sucked my vagina, "You have the most wonderful pussy I've ever seen... and the tiniest... and the tightest..." he was saying and sucking. "And it's only yours," I replied, already near the climax. After my orgasm, I put a pillow under my ass and pulled it on me, saying, "Come on, Pedrinho... Fill me with that wonderful cock... make me your female..." He pulled the glans into my fully lubricated vagina and began to penetrate me. I felt his penis occupying all the space inside me, going back and forth, forming a white foam around and on the edge of our genitals. I was really very excited and lubricated as ever. I'd pull your head close to mine, it would say in your ear, whispering, things like, "I'm in my fertile season... You want a little brother? ... do you want to be your brother's father?" In saying that, Pedrinho was super excited, moaning and fucking me more violently, making me come next.
We changed position, with Pedrinho lying down and his penis in riste pointed to the ceiling, I went over it, with my fingers separated my vaginal lips, fit into his glande and went down at once, making him groan deeply. Your penis filled my entire vagina and I felt your glans invade my uterus. When I said that, he held me by the hips and tried to stick his penis even more into me. I just rolled on him, sometimes slowly, sometimes violently, and when my orgasm approached, I started screaming "I'M GONNA GO NOW MY SON!!! COME WITH ME, PEDRINHO!!! Fuck me! Get me the fuck out of here! MAKE ME A SON!!! ENGAGE ME!!! I WANT A SON TO YOU!!! Upon hearing this, Pedrinho could no longer hold his orgasm and came, shouting "I'M KILLING!!! I'm gonna fuck you! I'll thank you!!! I could feel every single jet of semen he shot inside of me, and he came as never. After the orgasm, I fell on him, and we were in this position for a while, with your penis inside me. The possibility of me getting pregnant turned us on a lot. I kissed him long enough and said, "I'm the happiest woman in the world... and all this thanks to you...", "and you make me the happiest man in the world...", answered. Still with his penis inside me, I lifted up my torso, took his hands to my breasts, closed my eyes and made him massage me. Then, still with my hands on his, I took them to my belly and made movements in circles, saying "Sign my belly, soon she'll be growing up with a baby of yours... you came a lot and directly in my womb over my egg... At this moment, some of the millions of sperm that you have thrown into me must be penetrating my egg, the egg of your own mother, fertilizing it, creating a new life in the same place where you were raised... we are leading a magical moment of nature... the moment of procreation..." I took their hands again to my breasts and continued "my breasts will also soon be swollen, storing the milk that will feed your son...". Upon hearing this, his penis got stiff again, and he possessed me again, and again, several times on this wonderful night, and the sun had already been born when we fainted from exhaustion.
We wake up after noon, have lunch and walk along the edge, on the boardwalk. Every once in a while he would lay his hand on my belly, sometimes smiling, sometimes with some concern on his face. He must have been a little confused, too, wasn't sure if he really wanted me to get pregnant or just fantasize about it, to make sex more exciting.
That afternoon we packed our things and went back to Porto Alegre. On arriving home, he soon moved into my room and we began to live as a passionate couple, inside the house, acting more discreetly only when we were in public. It was unpleasant to hide from everyone our situation, so we began to plan a change of city, further away, as soon as Pedrinho graduated. But our coming to São Paulo had to be anticipated by an event. "New year, new life and a new life!" After about a month of our honeymoon, my period didn't come down, coinciding with frequent nausea that I had. A pregnancy test kit followed by a gynecological examination confirmed my suspicions. I was pregnant. My son had got me pregnant and then my son/grandson grew up in my womb. "One of your little sperm really won the race of life and penetrated my egg, fertilizing it, forming a zygote, which will become a fetus, which in turn will become a child... the child of my child, our child," I reflected. But I was happy, despite the initial shock. It wasn't just sex, I really wanted this kid. Now, what about Pedrinho? How would he react?
After confirming my pregnancy, I waited for Pedrinho to come home and told him. To my joy, he was also happy, very happy. At first, we were confused, but confirmation of my pregnancy also confirmed how much we wanted this child. We liquidate our assets and solve our professional and academic situations. In less than a month, we settled in São Paulo. No matter what happened, from now on we were really a couple, in front of everything and everyone.
During pregnancy, my belly began to grow and my breasts swell. Pedrinho was very ecstatic and excited when he saw me pregnant and naked, he passed his hands on my belly, knowing that his son grew up day by day, in the same place that he was born. We were hugging all over town. Pedrinho was proud to have his mother/wife, pregnant by his side. Our daughter, Julia, was born in late September 2002. Now she's a year and four months old, beautiful, healthy and without any congenital problems. Me and Pedrinho are the most owl parents in the world. Our family is the happiest in the world, after all, we are a couple, we live with each other, the only people able to love each other unconditionally, a mother and a child.