Mrs. GORETH, this is a delightful affair...

Mrs Goreth.
A great friend and someone I open up to whenever I have a problem...
The story is about her and her son...
Good, well-enjoyed sex in many ways.
made their relationship even closer...
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When I got married, I thought it would be an enchanted dream but then everything fell apart with my husband's cooling off about having sex with me.
I also got pregnant the same year we were married, and it made my relationship even more awkward.
Sixteen years later he asked me for a divorce and I went to live with my son in another city...
At a time when my head was in the right place, at the peak of my life and beauty and health... I started to be courted by an academy friend.
At first for me, that situation was funny. I didn't take it seriously but with time my curiosity awakened..
And at the same time of these events, back home I repeatedly caught my son <unk>Ricardo<unk> masturbating in front of cable TV on porn channels that I subscribed to learn a little more about sex between women.
I just wanted to familiarize myself with the situation, which was strange for me since I've never had a relationship like this...
The first few times I spotted him,
I wanted him to feel free to discover himself better, know his body and its limits and enjoy that delicious world which was sex.
The thing is, all that stuff was messing with my body and emotion...
On the other hand I was still bombarded by my friend who began to describe in detail what he would do with my sketch....
I was vulnerable, because it had been a long time without pica...
A beautiful, affectionate young woman who for three years has not smelled the sweet scent of a big fat hard cock.
It drives any normal woman crazy, who loves a beautiful dick and is willing to do anything for one roll...
For days on end I would fly home, hoping to catch my son with his little hand holding and caressing that beautiful baby boy who was so big and deliciously wonderful...
It was kind of embarrassing being spying and flirting with my son, desiring that forbidden boy but I felt myself losing strength to the desire which every day grew uncontrollably...
But then one day, I wasn't ashamed anymore.
In the meantime, I've never been intimidated and had the nerve to fuck him.
It was really fun that ritual of spying on my son by masturbating to this huge stick...
I had a nice secret, hidden away...
I'd love to see him play that little fist...
But one desire calls another...
And no longer bearing the pressure of desire inside my body, I began to indulge in masturbation as well...
After a while, it became too little for me and I wanted more.
But I didn't have the courage to open it for my son who wanted...
And when I was confronted with the situation for the first time, where I had a chance to realize everything that I'd fantasized about in this delightful role up until then,
But there was no way out for the two of us.
It was only a matter of time before I ended up in your shoes.
Now it was a countdown to my little sketch rolling on your roller...
But then one day I caught him with my panties in the middle of a masturbation...
I shouted in surprise to see him like that.
- Boy what are you doing....? You're crazy puppy.. I am your mother son... That panties is mine, boy!!! What are you doin with my underwear...?
But his revelation touched me deeply, with my equilibrium shaking all reason...
That's why... you are the woman I love and want for myself alone, so this little sketch will be mine.
At that moment, the little mouth of my "little girl" was blinking non-stop.
My legs were shaking and my whole body froze when I heard that from the mouth of my puppy...
- My little boy what is that... Paaaara!!! So mommy gets scared...
Scared of nothing, it was a hard-on. But I held on as best I could at that moment so I wouldn't beg him to fuck me right there...
He started teasing me all the time...
And in his hard-ass face, he would steal my panties at gunpoint as soon as I got home from the gym. He'd forcibly take them off of me and go through with it...
He insisted I knew they were there and their power, that he masturbates with them watching porn movies and only returns me afterwards with the bottom of his milk filled...
I didn't do anything to stop it, because I wanted that...
Realizing my weakness, one night after the workout he arrested me by tying my arms to an iron bar in the kitchen.
The feeling that he felt of domination over me, to subject myself as if I was being raped made him extremely hallucinatory while on the other hand I also felt like this when I feel violated by him.
And I've decided to throw myself headlong into that madness and receive and give all the pleasure this act has in store for us...
Thinking he was the powerful one and master of this situation, he threatened me with his sweet voice... it's time to eat that delicious little scent.
I backed off by faking a reaction...
- You've never smelled my little doodle.
And he despises me.
- And the little honey you leave in your underpants... that delicious scent coming out of them and intoxicating me... that thin cloth moistened with a mixture of vaginal flora with tiny penguins I would take our ...
Now I'm going to sniff and lick, face-to-face if you let me be clear...
While her mouth uttered all those words, I burned inside...
It was delightful to be in that situation, being raped by my own son, feeling dominated and sodomized...
I felt my body electrify...
He'd rub his hard cock, stuck by the volume of my trousers, on my ass...
Her extravagant hand squeezed and fondled with forceful violence my sketch...
I was sighing and begging him to stop it because I'm his mother, so...
But he laughed sarcastically and said...
- There's no point in you trying to escape... the lady will only leave here after I have had enough fun inside this delightful little sketch.
My itchy skin betrayed how vulnerable and helpless I was in the face of my predator.
But what struck me even more about all of it was that he wasn't in any hurry to eat me.
With a hard iron in my shorts about to explode the canvas, I'd kick my ass over my workout pants...
He pulled my waist tight against his stick and I sobbed, screamed and moaned begging him to speak...
But deep down, it was all an act on my part.
And the more we exchanged strength in a delicious struggle, where I supposedly fought to protect my helpless little squeak from my rapist's prick, the more he raged with desire and dominated me...
Filled with denge, I'd take care of that prick.
- Please don't do that to mommy no, little boy!!!!! That baby is too big you are afraid of hurting!!!!
And it was exactly what I expected...
He was knocking back...
I'm gonna push hard on that little sketch, just to hear her screams and increase my desire...
I threw myself deeper into this insane game and added...
Since you are going to fuck your mother's little finger, I beg my son... Fuck me very slowly.. because I know that I will cry when this huge roller invades my xana and bombing without stopping ..
Cynical and full of sarcasm in his words he made a pun with me...
- But you'll like it, mommy.
Dengue fever spiked the weather even more by speaking..
You're gonna do to me what little puppies do to their mother... eat mommy's nibble?
And he would complete...
Exactly, and even better because I'm going to make you laugh.
I'm your sex maniac, but only for the good...
My son didn't understand anything, but he was following my plan exactly. Fulfilling the family in its entirety...
In the midst of that word game, in the scrubbing, scrubs, already completely naked and with his pen in hand I received first strokes on my bundle...
He was hitting with his stick while still wearing my lycra pants.
I had my hands tied and my body tilted parallel to the table.
My ass was pointed at him and his hands were holding my waist.
In that position he pulled the butt of my lycra pants down halfway to my thighs...
My panties, my cousin and my little sketch were now at the mercy of my juvenile rapist...
My body at that moment was a volcano in full eruption...
I would gasp uncontrollably, groan low with my mouth shut and eyes closed... feel the little head of his hard-ass prick wander through the partition in my ass up and down playing at finding holes.
The underwear cloth that protected my ass and my little face, which was all beaten up inside, swallowed by my butt, it was the only obstacle to overcome before finally rape happens in fact...
He continued his sweet torture by uttering threatening words, which only made me madder...
He said...
Hold on tight, 'cause when I push that pretty little sketch of yours...
But I couldn't take it.
My body, my pores and skin and holes and soul were begging for that prick. And then I opened up...
Mommy can't take it anymore no.... Stop this torture... fuck me at once, because then I won't be able to stand and will die....
I barely shut my mouth after that appeal and my waist was held very tightly, preventing me from running away....
A chill ran down my spine.
He pulls my panties to the side...
The little head hit right where my tiny hole was, and it pushed everything inside of me hard...
My screams were filling the kitchen while at that exact moment a heavy rain fell outside...
That's because that little sketch is too tight.
It's just that this little baby is very groooooosssoooo!!! Aaiiihhhhhh!!! I hate to wander around!
- Calm down. You're halfway through, there's still a little...
I felt like a needle going into me...
The wall of my sketch was forced to stretch, expanding dramatically...
He put without pity or regret, all that thora inside me which I would receive screaming but of total pleasure delighting myself with every little bit that came in...
The blows began immediately with force, so much that I felt my body being thrown forward...
My head was spinning as if I were going to faint in a vertigo with your roll...
All her movements, all her actions... Her delightful violence and vulgar but exciting chatter told from ear to ear reflected a real rape situation.
I relished and lived every second of that moment, so when he lifted up one of my legs placing it on the table, lowered down more lycra together with underwear and ordered me...
- Hold it so I can fuck your little sketch better...
And I submissively blindly obeyed my rapist, doing what was ordered of me...
And so there were longer minutes of stumbling, a coming and going hallucinated and hungry that tore me screams of pleasure and ecstasy....
I shouted loudly...
My sketch!!!! my sketch!!!my sketch!!!!!! aaaaahhhhhhhh my little sketch!!!!! ahhhhhh my little drawing !!!!
That's how I had fun, right there in that position...
What a wonderful thing to feel my little sketch melting into that stick, bathing your whole face in my milk...
- Ooooolha!!!! How the lady's little sketch is having fun!!! It tastes good isn't it..?
He'd mock me while I screamed all full of denge, cuddle and pleasure mixed together... stuck into that stick.
- Oh, my little boy!
His cock became even smoother, sliding easily into my little sketch....
- Look hold on because it's not going to be quick no I won't joke now... that will take a long time for you ...
That's exactly what I wanted, and he thought that he was in control.
Hahahahaha!!!!! What are you doing?
What a cute little thing my rapist project was, if you think the bad guy...
I enjoyed his cock like never before in my life.
I wept amid sobbing groans as he mocked...
And he loved it when I realized my crying rehearsal on his cock...
That I love that.
I went into this climax not just because of him or the fantasy situation that drove me crazy, but for the pleasure his dick was subjecting me to...
I'd roll my eyes, having my rapist beat me with his pleasure stick...
He didn't give me rest or pause...
But what you'd expect from a 17-year-old boy at the beginning of his full sexual potency...
Lots of strength, and power...
And for a woman like me, lacking such a potent prick...
You find a kid like that, what do you do?
Giving too much of the sketch...
Making fun all the time.
He made me laugh a lot.
My cheek was melting in his cock...
I was laughing all tearful, moaning dengue...
My little body fell on the table from exhaustion, but he wouldn't stop storing his roll inside me....
For two hours I suffered the delicious punishment your prick gave me...
- I'll torture you and hurt that little sketch with my dick...
He used to say...
But what a delightful torture it was that made me laugh like a tramp, one tease after another for two more hours until I felt his cock vomit milk right at the bottom of my sketch...
He had so much fun and it was such milk, strong jets that he thought already finished and pulled out stick but still spit a lot of milk off..
He was yelling loudly, hitting my ass hard at the mocking moment that he left his mother's mark and his fingers tattooed on my butt cheeks...
The rain was falling harder and louder, making a lot of noise. A sign that it wouldn't pass so soon...
Untied, I was left there while he went out for a good bath...
He took off my panties and he smelled...
Then he said...
- I don't want you to wash those panties, they are mine... as a trophy for the achievement of your little sketch.
I just looked and responded positively by shaking my head.
It was dawn, so I went to take a shower and get some rest because I was all crazy but very satisfied with the hours of tortured pleasure that parrot gave me...
Now to you who practice incest or have a crush on someone in your family, know that you are not alone...
You have to open up with the right people and share so you can live better...
I want to thank my little friend Paula and her fine father, who always welcomes us with great affection into his home...
Thank you for everything.