Sweat and Skin in the Family

Juan and Isadora experienced last summer unexpected cases, all the more so because they are son and mother, respectively. They were not a couple, they were a family, but they traveled together because those who do not have a dog, hunt with a cat!
The case of Isadora, 45, was even more "serious", because she had been divorced for six years, and since then she had not been looking for or offered herself to any other man. She said she had a lot of work, thought about the future of her career and her son, and that she did not want to be disappointed and blah, blah, blah.
Anyway, they both took advantage of the last week of January to go down to the coast and enjoy a few pleasant days on the beach, next to relatives who had rented a house. The beach was delightful, but the house - well, the house that had been rented looked more like the Addams Family home, dark, dirty and dusty, and worst of all, with little air circulation and no ventilators at all. And now, what would the two of them do in the heat?
Aunt Marcia, the tenant of the wonder, could only see an alternative to allocate them, the room at the back of the house that was after the bathroom corridor and the pantry, an architectural genius! It was still another dusty room without fans, but according to her aunt, it had a "reasonable" window through which "maybe" wind would come in. Mother and son almost did not decide to return to the city, but it would be a mess, and besides, both were eager to enjoy the beach.
And that's the first thing they did, they spent the afternoon in the sand and the sun. They took the opportunity to walk by the sea, right on the bank, where you can feel the waves hitting your feet and legs. They had been doing this together since Juan was a child, and now, after a time without enjoying this pleasure, they were making it clear to some people that it was no longer a mother and her baby, but a preserved crown walking alongside her young boyfriend.
Juan understood this, and liked it. His mother was very beautiful, in fact, he had the impression that in the last year she showed herself more full of beauty than usual. Perhaps it was the almost vegetarian diet she adopted and the practice of such pilates ... certainly spent on aesthetics and treatments too, he deduced. Deep down he did not like to "remember" that his mother was indeed very attractive, he had rooted within himself a very strong jealousy for her, and he was afraid that her beautification process would attract the attention of the shift collectors.
Isadora felt fine physically, facing her 40s while still preserving much of her charm. She had the irresistible combination of very pale skin with black hair like night. Her weight was maintained, her skin stretched and smooth. The passing of the years actually "presented" her with a little more tail, that's right, she felt more plump and girded, which she considered good since the hips were never her strong point in youth. The ace of her deck was, or rather, the pair of breasts. Practically unchanged by the clockwork, hard and classic, of the right size but with a small dose of exaggeration. She proudly recalled that the only 3 men with whom she had been drunk were completely inebriated, and at the same time maddened to remember her beautiful appetites to seek out subtleties when she discovered that her men were hiding this information, but she didn't know it until the 4th.
Juan constantly retouched his mother's 50 fps sunscreen, she asked for it. He never allowed himself to get a tan, because he loved his pale color of Snow White. He exposed himself to the sun only long enough for his body to turn pink or reddish. His little markings always stayed that color.
Many men looked at Juan and Isadora, drying up the body of the mature woman and the luck of the apparent machine that accompanied her. Although not really interested in dating after the divorce, largely due to her conservative upbringing, Isa missed sex and did not deny that indecent glances stirred her imagination, even more so, wearing the shortest bikini she had worn in years ... and she noticed a middle-aged, muscular and serious-looking brunette staring at her body. Hmm, she would certainly dream about him, she would certainly fantasize about that male specimen devouring her pussy for an entire night. "Ai, ai" She would pray not to lose the line and sleep with her son touching in the same room. And if she touched so much in the last months, she seemed to sense that she could not be alone for much longer.
The return home was a torture, and it's a good thing that not every primate decided to go down the mountain at the same time. With them were Lorena and Eleonor, the two slightly younger cousins of Juanito. They were also hot, they had to walk around the house in the smallest suit they had. Lorena, the oldest, paraded her amateur swimmer's pillows, delicious and sweaty thighs walking everywhere, sometimes stirring the imagination of the cousin. Luckily, little Eleonor stayed in the furthest room, on the other side of the house, because the devil simply decided to stay with her little breasts outdoors, if you can see it. It could be, yes, it was summer.
The baths were hurried and intermittent, hurried so much because there was always someone waiting, and because the heat evaporated by the bodies made the cubicle practically a sauna. To the misfortune of mother and son, neither of them could give that relief, nor can the mother poke the little girl remembering the brunette, and neither the boy could unload the tension on the legs and breasts of the cousins ... confusion!
They went to sleep until relatively early, or rather, they tried to sleep. It was not humanly possible to sleep in that mucus, everything was conspiring against it. The dust and the smell of mold were already mind-boggling in themselves, and added to the more than 40 degrees that burned inside the room, it just didn't work. Isa wore only a pair of underwear, the lightest and borrowed a top of a bikini from her niece, who had much smaller breasts. That is, she only cheated on the top. Her son, poor, was very allergic and the rhinitis had already attacked, he was just boxing and yet he would return to his piece of bed, whimpering and sneezing like a madman.
Isadora rebelled, either she would remedy the situation at that time or she would rent another house the next day. She got up and went herself to force open that window that looked to the rear of the house, which besides everything seemed stuck and no one could open it. Using her head a little, she noticed that the window was locked from the outside, and could only be opened from the backyard, in the rear.
Immediately she decided to go there, and take the opportunity to get her son's allergy medicine that she always carries with her. All she had to do was leave that dark corridor and go through the bathroom to be even more tormented and agitated, since the door to the toilet was not completely closed, and inside her brother and sister-in-law Marcia were sobbing, sweating and dying from the heat yes, but taking the opportunity to have fun together and in the middle of it all. Ahh how she missed the transes in the summer, when she was usually more liberal, more in bed. It didn't matter which hole her husband inserted the sword, the heat made her horny and horny, and so a white card was given to let everything roll!
With a mixture of jealousy of the relatives, and fire reignited in the parakeet, it was that Isadora headed to the back of the house. The mere fact that there was wind was already a refreshment, so much so that she did not even care for the insignificant top that had unfurled from her voluminous breasts in some corner of the corridor, came out with open chest, warm and gilded with excitement to receive the light breeze that touched them.
She opened the window, now calmly and easily, but did not want to return to the room. There her son seemed to have finally flipped, would the allergy finally knocked him out? She felt naked and free in that early morning, with the slight relief of the breeze, and she realized herself beautiful and dazzling, and remembered that some men felt the same for her there on the beach during the afternoon. Ah, that's right! She wanted to touch herself, she kept accessing, and there a few meters her brother and sister-in-law were eating themselves whole ... she noticed the dew of her being bathed by the moon, her very lively pink nipples shivering, two of her fingers sought the entrance of her sister-in-law, and without realizing the sock she was wearing as a single piece was already in the cold after a quick waist and broken leg game.
There was a little sprinkler right at her feet, a little green sprinkler made for watering plants or washing things. Isa didn't think twice, that thin sheet of ice-cold water was all she needed to lose herself in pleasure. With one hand she squeezed and surrounded the contour of her breasts, and pressed them together with precision, at the point that most cried out for the strong touch, and with the other she guided the sprinkler through the meanders of her pussy, her butt, her curves ... breathed ice-cold water on her face from time to time, as if wanting to simulate the shock of a well-given "pinata".
She did not hesitate, she remembered the brunette, her stallion of the day. She idealized him entering that backyard without asking permission, sending everyone away and for the bitch who gave birth, and running to meet him, where she would run right there, devouring and biting his breasts as if they were life itself, were the artifact of a goddess, and penetrating his bottle with the fury of a soldier who had not seen a woman for months. Isa did not realize that by this time she was already moaning in a good tone, meowing yes like a cunning cat, but in the midst of the whistles she let out clamorous "Go ... fuck me, fuck me all! Aii!"
So wrapped up in her own thoughts, Isa didn't realize that her son was still awake, despite the allergic buzzing, and struggled in the darkness to understand what her mother was actually doing out there, and was she really naked and getting wet? Isa pushed the spray deeper and deeper into the bottle, each jet that hit her inside represented the proximity of the goose, the fucking explosion that her brown boy was preparing to flood the bottom. The spray entered, the water sneezed, and she squeezed, and she grunted, begged, begged, until...Juan from inside the room stretched out his arms and shouted, it was the drop of water: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....íííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííí
Isadora scoffed, trembled, shouted and turned towards her son, not knowing who he was or what was happening beyond her imagination, and threw her whole body shivering and full of spasms into the arms of Juan, who beginning to understand what it was all about, jumped out the window and began to support her mother.
"Juanito... there's my father! I came all the way out here... that's all... so shut up! I had to open the window, my son... open it for you"...
Now, Juan was the seventh man to get acquainted with the beautiful breasts of his mother. Yes, the seventh! The fifth and sixth bastards were in the window of the neighboring house, watching the whole cabin scene. Yes, the house next door was not empty. Juan saw a towel of his cousin giving soup on the pole, and even at the sneezes of allergy he acted quickly, wrapping his mother's body in that piece of cloth. Isadora regained consciousness, still wet and half in a trance, but already trying to disguise the situation with his son: "Juan, go back to bed! I just came to open the window and move around a little ... I'll take your medicine there, okay dear?!"
Juan went back to bed, jumped out the window half dizzy and half naked, the impression was yes that he had caught the naked mother masturbating in the backyard, but his head and his eyes were so heavy that he decided to postpone the reasoning for later. On the other hand, Isadora waited for her son to line up again in bed, and a little more relieved by the outcome of the situation, went to the rod to extend the borrowed towel of his niece. And as he extended the towel and got naked again, he felt a stronger breeze, a more intense and directed wind hitting his body, accompanied by a characteristic buzzing ... it was a fan!
Isadora looked up, and saw two unknown men, bare-chested and smiling maliciously on a kind of small balcony in the neighboring house, almost sprouted. They had two powerful "Ventisilva" in the room, and at that moment they directed them down, hitting the beautiful body of the white Balzaquian, as if it was a gesture of good neighborliness or a gift ... who knows an invitation.
She paused for a few seconds, did not cover her breasts or vulva with her hands even because it was obvious that those men had accompanied her entire masturbation spectacle. Isadora realized that after a long time, she had shown herself intimately to some man...or rather, to two strangers in addition to her son. It seemed frightening, but her nipples became stiff again, and it wasn't from fear, it certainly wasn't from fear. She wanted to get out of there, but she didn't want to pretend that she was hiding, she decided out of politeness and out of mysterious affection to thank for the fan offered: "Good night...and thank you".
The men replied with big smiles and an enthusiastic, "You're welcome!"
(continued ...)