The beautiful afternoon

During my adolescence my relationship with my mother was a mixture of restrained affection, casual presence and discreet distancing; this made me very angry and for a long time I hated my mother to the point of ignoring her whenever possible; however as I grew older our relationship became closer with more affection on her part towards me which softened my revolt, even when my father decided to leave home and after some time returned exhibiting an air of shameful defeat. For my part I did not understand what was happening between them and I shrugged following the precept each with his own problems.
A few years later, when my father became seriously ill and was hospitalized and even with my mother always by his side showing herself present in his suffering, he insisted that I also be close to him and it was at this time that he made me his confidante. <unk>His mother is a complex person ..., until today I do not understand her very well ..., so if I die take care of her ..., and respect her space ...<unk>, he vented with a slow and breathless tone. Although I did not understand that request very well I stated that I would attend to it to the letter and a few weeks later my father partially recovered by returning home, but needing daily care in Home Care; seeing that he was recovering, my mother became distant with his always inexplicable outings in the middle of the afternoon.
I settled into that strange family situation and tried to take care of my life with preparations for the entrance exam and career choice; after a very rigorous year I managed to get into a medical school and my father, whose recovery was progressing with the eye, was blown away by the news; at the same time I met Carol who was the daughter of Ivone a close friend of my mother and who was studying engineering at the same college; our involvement ran very fast and soon we were meeting for a good fuck whenever possible; our intimacy was as unpredictable as it was delicious and because of this we used to go to her house where the stairs took longer than expected; she always reassured me about the possibility of being caught claiming that her parents only returned during the night and so, according to her, we had all the time in the world!
Carol used to drive me crazy when she'd stand naked on her bed on all fours, swinging her rolling little butt with her legs wide open, showing off her shaved little butt. "Fuck your little bitch, you little bitch", she'd say, her ass full of denge. "I'd take a stand, tuck my cock into that hot, moist little ponytail, pounding it with quick, deep pelvic movements, making the little bitch laugh like crazy, always moaning and screaming non-stop; in our first year of college, the elasticity of window schedules and some window of opportunity was found to be available almost every afternoon; but by the beginning of the second year, the hardest thing to find was just the quick ones sent to some half-assed hotel on the nearby campus, and to allow our thesis to be sated, when we were away from each other, was taking pictures of me, and that was something else, almost, in this weather!
On a late Friday afternoon, I was walking towards the parking lot at the back of the campus to pick up my motorcycle when I heard a car honking; I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black BMW with someone waving at me; I walked towards the vehicle and soon realized that it was Yvonne, Carol's mother; I waved back and as soon as I got close enough she asked me to get in the car. When I closed the door, she turned on the electric windows and turned on the air conditioning. "I just wanted to know if this is all yours?" she asked in an exhibitionist tone, looking at the screen of her smartphone where there was a picture of me on my lap holding the cane with one hand swallowed. Immediately, I felt a chill in my skin, wondering if I could get a ride, imagining the consequences of that sound.
"What's the matter, did the cat eat your tongue?" she asked again, raising her voice.
- Look, Mrs. Ivone, I'm sorry I don't know what to say! <unk> I answered with a stuttering tone I your daughter we are ..., you know ....
-KKKKK! Don't get too excited, annoying! <unk> she replied amidst laughter and interrupting me already <unk> I already suspected that you were climbing! But what I asked is if this cocksucker is really yours?
Unable to speak since the voice had suddenly disappeared, I just nodded; Ivone smiled cursingly as he put his hand on the sleeve of my trousers. <unk>That's what I wanted to know! So let's make a deal..., you keep fucking my daughter and I'll keep quiet for a price!<unk>, she announced in a suggestive tone as she squeezed the volume tightly into my trousers. Ivone was the typical MILF ("Mother I'd Like to Fuck"), with a long, reddish-tinged head, thick lips, piercing black eyes, and a body that would give me a hard-on until I was dead, although she did exaggerate a little in the knitting.
I asked, battered by Ivone's hand, squeezing my fingernail, which was already pulsing insolently inside my trousers.
-You fuck my daughter whenever you want or can and occasionally you fuck her mother! <unk> replied Ivone with a naughty tone <unk> And there is no negotiation! It's take it or leave it!
When I realized we were entering a sophisticated motel that was notorious for hosting unfaithful couples. Already inside the suite, Ivone wasted no time with foreplay by helping me undress and getting down on her knees with glazed eyes on the stiff cock in front of her. Ivone fell flat on her face and gave me an eloquent, euphoric blowjob accompanied by a slow masturbation interspersed with some compliments on the dimensions of the tool; I let her enjoy herself while I took in just enough sun to put aside the fact that she was Carol's mother and my mother's best friend.
<unk>Ahnnn! That! That! Tasty blowjob, you cunt ..., Argh! Don't stop! That!<unk>, I said as I held her head, pulling and pushing with vigorous movements until I almost made her choke with the pike inside her mouthful mouth; Ivone did not shy away from the challenge by showing excellent oral ability, even well above that demonstrated by her daughter; when she asked for the pus to stand up and I started and took off her clothes with almost brutish movements, gestures that left her even more excited. I threw her on the bed and took a position between her legs burying the wig at once; and it was with such enthusiasm that Ivone let out a scream of passion.
I began to strike with tremendous vigour, pulling and inserting the rod quickly and deeply, not taking long to make the madurona enjoy herself; and the enjoyments were fierce and so abundant that they flowed over the edges of the cave, leading Ivone to a state of such voracious ecstasy that she would roll her eyes while grunting and moaning without stopping; it was such a mind-boggling fuck that it surprised me since the duration with Carol did not reach the same time that I struck the gun in her mother's mouth. And after making Ivone almost drown in her own sap, I announced the approach of my climax with her begging to receive charge within myself, which stimulated me to accelerate the movements to the apex of the body with trembling muscles, the body shaking, and the insolent pulse pulling the sixth member, until Ivone experienced an unstoppable orgasm from her gruesome trembling that did not make a hysterical eruption.
Sweating through all the pores and breathing with some difficulty, I stood beside Ivone whose exhausted expression accompanied by an uncontrolled smile celebrated all the pleasure she had enjoyed in the course of our climb. While we rested nothing was said that we looked more like two undead looking for somewhere a remnant of vital energy that could bring us back to reality. "Fuck it! My daughter is lucky as hell! With a male like you she doesn't need anything else in life!" commented Ivone when she finally managed to pull herself together.
I think I'm the lucky one! I've never climbed so high! You're a good fucking woman in bed!
"Oh, that's all right, we'll check that out in a little while!" she replied with a sour tone and a silly smile.
I asked without hiding my curiosity and how are we going to check?
-I'll check when you fuck me very nice <unk> she replied with an emphatic tone already making loose caresses on my member that still remained weakened <unk> let's wait just a little while for you to recover properly!
Of course, this interval lasted just long enough for the mad mad madonna to rest her head on my belly, taking long licks on the still flaccid limb, which soon descended into an eloquent blowjob that succeeded in causing a stiffening of the cock in her mouth; and as soon as she realized that the gun was again loaded, Ivone sought out a pillow, laying down on it in order to raise her body, leaving the brioch exposed, and flexed her legs open, holding them under her knees in an ideal position to be cured.
Now, come and shove that pyrotechnic up my ass!
Without hesitation I took up my position, spat on the palm of my hand to grease the area, and soon began to brush the groove with my revolver at point-blank range just before beginning a series of sharp thrusts until I was able to break the seal with the glans, provoking hysterical screams in my partner that demanded an even more forceful advance; I was charging with the brute widening the hole and making Ivone scream even more while stimulating me to proceed mercilessly; I enjoyed the moment when I felt the balls rolling in the groove indicating that the penetration was complete.
From then on it was a succession of fast and voracious kicks while my partner asked me to hold one of her legs leaving her hand free to scrub the frost that looked more like a swollen pistol allowing her to get a renewed wave of orgasms that made her body sway to the rhythm and cadence of my delirious strokes. This time we were not able to reproduce the same duration of the previous fuck, but by the screams and moans of Ivone I was sure that I had given her one of the best fuck of her life; at the end I accelerated the kicks until I reached the peak spitting my new load of semen into her bowels.
With the score tied on the number of shots, Ivone ran to the bathroom to take a shower without inviting me to participate. "All right, my boy! It was all very good and with this performance you can continue fucking my little bitch, as long as you understand that a woman like me needs to enjoy this sparkle with a certain regularity ..., are we right?" asked Ivone as she dried her vast hair.
"And how will that work?" I asked in a hurried tone. "When will I look for you?"
"Don't worry about it! ..., I'll look for you when I need you!" she replied emphatically.
Ivone took me back to the parking lot of the college and said goodbye with a quick kiss; I returned home satisfied with the experience that made me sure that fucking a mature woman was something fantastic and worth cultivating; whenever possible I continued to meet Carol for a casual fuck, but I confess that there were times when fucking the daughter I thought much more about the mother! In fact, I and Ivone had other dates as hot as the first one and raping her was one of the things I enjoyed the most. I noticed that she was dissatisfied and also surprised when I refused a small present she had bought for me and she clarified that our encounters were priceless.
"Wow! And your mother has no idea about the male you have at home, does she?" she commented ironically.
"But what does my mother have to do with all of this?" I asked, somewhat bothered by Ivone's comment.
"Ah! I get it! You don't know anything!" she replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
- I don't know what, Ivone? - I insisted on the question modulating the tone of voice - tell me ...
"You don't know that Catarina, your mother and my friend like to climb with newcomers", Ivone replied with a tone of irony. "That's why she always disappears in the middle of the afternoon to fuck!"
- You're saying my mother's a whore. - I insisted, raising my voice.
-I wouldn't say that, even though whores usually charge and your mother sometimes prefers to pay for services - I'd say yes that she's a slut! ..., and there's more! Your father knows all this, but prefers to play the gentle horn!
At first I wanted to slap Ivone until she bled, but a mental association of facts and events led me to believe that everything she had said could very well be a painful truth, including my father's defeatist behavior; I wanted to know more about it and Ivone did not spare words to describe what was happening: every afternoon, my mother went out in search of young males, using a small squad she had regimented over time or eventually from some contact obtained on classified ads sites; with the successful meeting she always went to the same small hotel located in a degraded area of the city where even the officials already knew her and spent the afternoon fucking with the partner until she had the right to enjoy everything. "I'm sorry, but your mother is a boundless debauchery!"
I decided to investigate that story further and soon discovered that everything was more than true! Without revealing my identity, I even talked to two boys that Ivone had pointed out to me and arranged a meeting in a public place; as soon as I showed them the picture of my mother, they nodded their heads with a cursory smile; and they were unanimous in stating that my mother in bed was a lecherous bitch; when I met Ivone again, I opened up to her, cursing my mother with all the possible and imaginable words. "Aham, I know! Admit right away that you went crazy for your mother's body! Denying this is a waste of time!" Tom replied to her. I was so possessed that I let the woman talk alone, but walking around to say I knew she was telling the truth.
I went back and looked for Ivone asking her to help me, because I wanted to have my mother in my arms! Ivone gave a wicked little smile and accepted my request. A few weeks later I was climbing the loose-leaf stairs that led to the room I had booked at the hotel where my mother used to have her libidinous encounters. I remained sitting in an old, worn-out armchair awaiting her arrival; when she opened the door she made mention of turning on the light, but I disguised the voice and ordered her to keep it off. <unk>Take off your clothes, you whore!<unk>, I ordered in a rough and harsh tone.
Mother seemed to have liked the way she was treated and without saying a word obeyed asking what she should do next. <unk>Come here and kneel down!<unk>, I ordered again always taking care to maintain an undecipherable tone of voice; Catherine approached me, got down on her knees and without me having to say anything, she began to open my pants putting her hand inside my underwear to find until the peg that already pulsated of firmness like stone, pulling until leaving it exposed so that she could feel its dimensions.
-Wow! What a beautiful and juicy breast you have! <unk> she commented while giving long licks around the glans <unk> with this thickness will break me all!
Immediately, Catherine took hold of my stick and began to mummy it with the voracity of a hunger that she hadn't done for a long time forcing me to control my impetuosity so as not to betray me before the right moment. I took advantage of the situation to enjoy the mother's mouth always impetuous at the same time that by my mind images came and went only to remind me that all I felt most for my mother from the beginning was hard-on! I allowed her to satiate her pear hunger, until the moment when I ordered her to go to bed; always obedient my mother obeyed. "Come, my dear! Come fuck me! I'm here with open legs to receive you inside me!" she asked with a voice between a whisper and a plea.
I climbed onto the bed and stood between her legs demanding that she drive my pistol into her grate, which Catherine obeyed with anxious gestures; with a forceful movement I thrust the pistol deep into my mother's buttock whose reaction was vehemently with muscular contortions, screams and moans; I began to hit with all my strength using my pelvis and waist in ever-deep rhythmic movements soon starting a sequence of orgasms shaking the body of my moaning hand without stopping interspersed with hysterical screams.
-Ahnnn! Ahhh! How delicious you fuck! My goodness! Ahhh! Thou mocking endlessly! - she babbled with her body trembling at every new blow dealt by me.
"A hot whore like you deserves everything she's entitled to", I replied, revealing my natural tone of voice.
- Argh! That..., that voice! I know that voice! - she muttered in a fearful tone - It can't be!
"What can't it be, Mom?" I retorted, intensifying my movements even more. "Can't it be your little boy fucking you hard? ... for I am myself! Your son and now your man!
Catherine indeed tried to disengage herself, but the pleasure she was given prevented a reaction in that direction; for several times she murmured tearful pleasures that mixed me with the groans of pleasure she enjoyed thanks to me; I remained aloof from all this focusing my attention on fucking that woman the way she deserved and the way I had unconsciously always dreamed, turning my mother into my whore! Unable to escape and dominated by the pleasure that clouded her mind, my mother gave herself up one by one caressing my chest with her warm and soft hands while binding me by her waist crossing her feet on my back.
- Now I want you to kiss me ..., kiss me like your man ..., you macho! - I whispered in his ear.
Catherine still hesitated for a moment as I glued my lips to hers, but she gave in to an irresistible appeal that united us, opening her mouth to receive my tongue inside her, closing a succession of warm, wet and luxurious kisses, sealing the union of mother and son once and for all; we went on in that hallucinatory fuck with Mother showing herself much more enthusiastic now by kissing my face, now by whispering impetuous words in my ear promoting an even more eloquent and inexorable surrender. And it was in that atmosphere of luxury and delirium that I did not shrink from the inevitable pleasure that culminated in a profuse ejaculation irrigating the maternal grotto.
"NO! My son! You have mocked inside me!" she murmured in a tone of despair. "What we have just done! That is madness!"
- That's passion! That's horny, mom! - I retorted still enjoying a small orgasmic wave shaking my body - Yes, I have fun inside you! Because from today you are mine! ..., understood? ..., MINE!
Mom was silent at the same time she hugged me even tighter begging me to kiss her which I did feeling a boundless happiness
When we parted, I took care to turn on the lights of the room, enjoying the intoxicating spectacle of my mother's mature nakedness; Catherine had a beautiful body, with generous breasts, a broad, steep ass, thick thighs, and divine feet; and to this voluptuous ensemble was added a dazzling face, endowed with large eyes and thick lips that always seemed to ask for a kiss. Already somewhat recovered from the effort to which we had subjected ourselves, my mother tried, in vain, to convince me of how wrong our relationship was; I listened to her patiently, but in the end she settled the matter once and for all. "It doesn't matter to me how many males you had before me..., it does matter that from now on you belong to a single male!" I said emphatically.
Seeing herself defeated, she smiled at me, asking only that our meetings take place in that hotel and that in our home we keep the necessary distance with respect to my father. "He always knew about my exits, but I don't want him to know about us!" she asked almost begging; I accepted her condition, demanding in return that she never again meet another male other than me; Catherine opened a wide and charming smile before answering.
"If I had known that everything I was looking for was so close to me, I never would have done what I did!" she replied in a sweet and kind tone.
Surprising was her reaction when I asked her for a test; Catherine got up on all fours on the bed flaunting her plump buttocks as she looked over her shoulder. "Come and make me the happiest whore in the world! Break your mother's little whore's ass!" she pleaded with such eloquence that it was impossible to resist and that resulted in an immediate reaction in my body with the plier presenting itself ready for that blow; I split my buttocks and sunk my face tongue all the joy from top to bottom to the sound of Catherine's new and incessant moans. Then I turned around and offered her the rigid pistol that she sucked until she drooled.
I climbed up on the bed, taking up a position at the same time as Catherine stepped further up her butt, sinking her face into the pillow and taking care to keep her buttocks apart; already at the first punch the glans burst into the hole that was laced with force; Mother stifled a scream and some groans while I continued to stuff the pyro into her tail; when I saw my stick being swallowed by Mom's bracing brandy I began a succession of vigorous aids that caused my mother to suffocate screams and groans until she felt pleasure surging into her body and her mind; it was such a mind-boggling fuck that it marked my memory and as the punches became even faster and deeper, Catherine could not control her reactions, groaning and babbling my name.
In another uncontrollable rush I felt my body shake just before the joy came imposing a discharge of semen inside my mother who chewed her ass while delighting in the feeling of having her ass full of milk from her male. Sweaty and exhausted we lay on the bed exchanging more kisses and caresses and only when we gave the time we ran to the bathroom for a well-deserved shower with the right to more caresses that soon flowed into a delirious blowjob that made me laugh again.
From that day on, our meetings at the little fuleiro hotel became a pleasant routine that was only regretted when it came to an end; we kept my father aloof from our incestuous relationship until the day he died and even after that we still maintained a necessary discretion so as not to provoke eventual social repulsion with our meetings always taking place in the same place and at the same time, although sometimes we ended up prolonging beyond expectation taken by an unhealthy and excessive desire. I kept the relationship with Carol to maintain an appearance of curious looks and still had to pay a fee to Ivone who required at least one weekly meeting. Of course, we were all three enjoying the same bed. And then my mother continued to be the Belle of the Afternoon ..., but my Belle of the Afternoon Forever!