My mother's birthday is on the beach.

This story happened a month ago. I'm 17 years old, live with my mother Catia who is 39 and my father John who is 42. It all started when he found out that his wife was cheating on him. My mom is 5 foot 6 inches tall; her eyes are green; she has blonde hair rooted to the side of her head; I told him that he could only go two days later, because the mines hadn't been finished yet. There was a plan and mine were completed one day before. So I took the house key Paul left for me, got on an omnibus and ran away. His mouth was in a fast go-go motion and he with his face drowned on the valley stones. My mother smiled discreetly. He let me listen to the liquid sound of her voice going in and out from my mother's bottle. After some time, my mother raised him up. The whore had gone! It was Felipe, my first cousin the son of my mother's sister. He grew up practically like a brother. I am only 14 years old. When they finished, my mother asked me to suck his "little piggy", because he was dirty from her whore and she had sex with him. I asked him what was the gift of the house. My mother said that his mother had died and he could not stay there, but she told to use as much as possible in the home. She also said how did not want to make Sozhinha Chamou FELIPE for her company. Then my father called me and asked if it was when she went from praying and has become a priestess with an elder brother at home. I came to notice the frustration of Felipe and even my mother. Perceived that they both stopped looking during the day. Came at night. When he remembered Madrugado, Felipe was not in fourth. Thought it obvious. He said with hatred to the fool, "Your son of a bitch is buzzing my mother while she sleeps". So I took him by his arm and carried him into my room and locked the door. Then he drilled on the son of whore so much juice in her car that it got all dirty. I told him to relax. Philip said that he had just been in the street for a few days, and it became known afterwards. The next day my mother acted naturally as if nothing should have happened. She was smiling and singing. I asked her if she could come in too. She said yes. As soon as I opened her legs a little, she listened to me. While I was passing by I had the brilliant idea of entering with my brother into his fountain because it's my plan in practice and there is some trepidation, I confess. My mother stood up on the towel and covered his body, saying that it would be like my son going out for a long time afterwards. And I ran away. She was safe in my hair. In our tears, I heard a voice of pleasure. Her bouquet was wonderful to suck on and she had plenty of flesh, her brushes were well developed. I got so excited again that I started eating her mouth like a bottle. So much so, I was enjoying the bottom of her throat. She said it's half-right she could lose one more tooth but forgive me. Hours later, my dad asked me to go with him in the supermarket. I didn't want to go so that he could eat my mother but he agreed saying it would take a lot of beer and he couldn't sleep because it was too heavy and she still had trouble breathing at night He came to me and said that he was remembering the previous day, "My love". I went for supermarket with a lot of anxiety. Arriving at home there was Paul, my father's friend and house-giver, as it had been before. The funeral was late. When my father and Paul left, my mother lay in bed. I asked why so much intimacy with Paul if they had anything to do with it. I'm the fourth,I took off his shirt and lowered my heel And started kissing and licking that wonderful bunch. The one with a smile said he liked it more than four others. I put my pacifier in her bottle. She smiled at me saying "Put your garlic". My mother cried out in pain saying that my fear was too great for her cousin. She told me she couldn't bear the pain and I started to bite at him as he passed by. I continued serving.