An unusual relationship ?

Hi, my name is Peter and as there are many Peters in the world I see no harm in exposing my real name. I'm 22 years old, my brother is 27 and already married. My sister on her mother's side alone is 18. My brothers and I are sure that this last marriage of his was for profit, because he is a partner in a company whose name cannot be mentioned so as not to identify him. And it gives us very good life especially compared with the chronic hardship we lived before he came into my mother's life who worked for him when they met. Although he's crazy about my mother who, by the way, is a very hot brunette white woman, this crown is a cafajeste that lives singing My sister hates him and knowing she holds my mom for money treats her like a luxury employee does not hide the fact of having lovers Outside of all that, according to my mother, in bed she's a fussy little chicken: always grumbling, has a ridiculous rooster and ends before it starts, leaving her dry, nervous and needy more than five years ago when they started dating. They were married three years ago when you also proved to be the rough bastard that you are. My brothers and my mother, between us, we talk openly about everything including our intimate lives so I know how much she suffers from this whole situation. According to her own arguments, she's always been a hot-tempered woman. Sex for her is a natural physiological necessity. Try holding back the urge to urinate indefinitely... We've advised her to get out of the marriage, find a lover or even show boy. But she always claims after a brief reluctance that she is not this kind of woman who is dangerous and afraid to fool around; my stepfather keeps her under control until making it difficult for her to leave home alone; resignation and masturbation have been his only unsatisfactory alternatives. When a good-looking friend of mine comes home, or she sees an attractive man at all, I notice that she becomes restless; it seems to me as if she is trembling and pulls away as quickly as possible. Obviously in order not to increase her desire and suffering, frankly she gives up grief and resentment. Her dryness is such that one time when she caught me coming out of the pool naked, looking at my dick which isn't anything small, it went white as wax, gave me the biggest spore with caps telling me to put on some clothes and not show off myself, climbed nervously into her room and didn't come down for dinner. I only saw her the next day when she apologized for the exaggerated tantrum she had given me. Such untamedness can only be for horny, and hot by my dick that she saw, I thought a little disturbed but understanding, if it was not her mother I would eat easily, if not for the woman's horn which is at least out of pity your situation. I never had any sexual desire for my mother, in spite of her beauty. But to realize that she in her want and frailty felt a longing for me stirred deeply with my head, and this thought began to haunt me. I have since lived with the realization that my mother's desire was directed at me, and that having sex with this beautiful, hot woman -- my own mother -- wasn't something impossible or unthinkable but a bizarre fact in the universe of possibilities within reach. This, seen as a fantasy may seem something quite erotic and sensual but it was for me a surprise and torment for some time. But I gradually got used to this idea observing her vulnerability soon after that torture became a sweet fetish and desire which by keeping only the fantasy led me to imagine the innumerable possibilities of manipulating this lovely woman's enormous lack. I established subtle games, and others not so much as walking around the house without a shirt or wearing in the pool fair sleeves that enhanced my member's volume, or inviting athletic friends to our home. I became excited at noticing her restlessness and embarrassment by concealing the desire, and whenever possible chose moments when my stepfather was with us, making it difficult for her to simply walk away from me or my guests. At the same time I became more solicitous, a companion and confidant of hers. Taking these moments to remark how this or that friend and even myself thought she was an awful cat and things like that which provoked her and puffed her up. She would invariably scold me and change the subject, but I could sense her excitement that she was barely able to mask, and this gave me great pleasure. Although I loved her very much as the wonderful mother she always was to us, becoming Machiavellian and sadistic in my exercise of exciting her actually discounted from wanting to see her betray my stepfather the enormous anger that I feel for him. My sister and I have always been very close friends, and we shared the same anger at our stepfather. So I hid from her what he was doing to our mother and asked for his help. She was shocked, called me crazy and abnormal, but also laughed at the idea and agreed to help; it wasn't hard to convince her. At my request, she would discuss with my mother the fictitious sexual adventures I'd had with her girlfriends and their compliments on my performance. All of this was invented to excite my mother, while my sister's imagination went a long way in creativity; One day she came to me with a conniving, malicious smile and commented: "Baby boy, if you want to solve Mommy's problem go deep! I told her that you secretly felt longing for her and I swear the trousers she was wearing got wet. They were white and straightforward; it looked like she had urinated". I asked my sister to extract from our mother a confession that she also wanted for me, but she protested that I was wanting too much cuteness and Mom would never do it. "Go you fight! She's already all melted down, just arrive and bill". In the days that followed, I tried to be even more attentive and close. When I made up a comment about how my friend found her very desirable, causing me jealousy, instead of scolding me for it as usual she was pleased and asked: - "Only him? Do you think I'm pretty too?" She laughed nervously and stood up to leave, instinctively I held her hand, she looked at me in amazement. And I added: "I'm sorry mother, I didn't mean to offend you, but I can not lie to my mother, what I feel for the lady is unnatural, but it's true; She let go of my hand and walked out without saying a word. I realized she'd been avoiding me for the rest of that day, so I got worried. I thought about seeking help from my sister, but felt that this would only add to the malaise and concluded that it was best for me to wait until my poop fell into oblivion. And so I spent the next few days sadly silent in every corner of the house reading or listening to music or typing on a computer, watching my mother observe me from afar without coming near me except at mealtimes with everyone present. I decided to end the crazy and unnatural game that had started, wondering how long it would take for everything to be forgotten. One afternoon, while I was typing on the computer, my mother appeared at the door of my room: "May I come in? Are you busy?" Surprised, I stopped typing and asked him to enter. I imagined what a sermon he would be entitled to hear. - Shall we talk son? He nodded his head affirmatively, somewhat embarrassed. I'm sad because I didn't have the courage to tell you that I feel the same way as you. A flame of joy and surprise exploded in my chest and must have lit up my face, for she also smiled and continued. ‒ I know it's absurd but maybe because of the situation you know that I live or don't live, for a long time now I feel desire for my little boy. I wanted to embrace her, but she held my shoulders stopping me. - Let's for now just talk seriously about it? - Mother, the lady is very needy, a long time ago, maybe you want me only because of this reason, but I am not lacking, there are no options, and I desire you much more than you do me, what can I say? The lady is most certainly the woman of my dreams, every woman with whom I have been fantasy that is the lady, only so I can wish them and satisfy them, and here Lady, suffering, being prohibited for me who wants you so much. Is it not ironic? Does it seem fair? My mother was trembling and her bright eyes were tearing, she smiled with a certain malice. - I don't know how it would be like that, you have the courage to touch me intimately? - The normal thing, I think is to have a certain repulsion counterbalancing the incestuous desire so that you avoid it but I don't believe this should be normal. All I feel is love and longing... I will never stop loving and respecting you as a mother, but I'll also love you as the most wonderful woman that I ever wanted. We had our first kiss on the mouth, a long crazy wet kiss like nothing I have ever felt before. I tried to get her into my bed. - Ask your stepfather to take me shopping for you, he thinks that you are jealous of me and will think I'll be well guarded; smiled; and does not bother about going out alone. So that's what I did over dinner, and I declined the offer to go with his chauffeur and he said yes confidently but asked me not to leave my mother alone. My sister said that she would also go with us, leaving me cold in anger. But after dinner my mother explained that this was only to help give the old man confidence because Mother had already spoken to her about our unusual situation and did not want to be disloyal to her daughter. My sister said that she thought we were crazy, but understood the situation and jokingly asked me if I should continue to be called "little brother", or would it now be Dad? I told her to fuck off, and with a kiss on the forehead thanked him emotionally, she gave me a kiss in my face and laughing much asked that I capriciously horn on the old man's brow, she would be our accomplice and help us whenever we need. I went to bed early but very excited and anxious, had to take a 3-milligram diazepan for sleep. Woke up early relaxed and the morning passed calmly and normally with casual exchanges of quick delicious kisses between me and my mother. After lunch we left in my car, together with my sister who offered to do our shopping at the mall and then wait for us at her friend's house. We did not talk during the drive because we were all a little embarrassed. We left my beloved and accomplice little sister (hey Rita, I love you!) at the mall and we were anxious to get into a motel on Marginal Avenue which I won't name for obvious reasons. Upon arrival, we handed in our papers to the receptionist. The lady who was waiting looked at us with astonishment and disbelief; my mother put her arm out of the car window, placed it over her forehead and face and stared back at me as I stood facing away from the desk clerk. - It's nothing like that you may be thinking, we traveled all morning and part of the dawn, just stopped for lunch and want to rest a little before continuing our journey to Santa Catarina. This lady here is very beautiful but unfortunately she is my mother yes I don't know if she believed it, but at least she stopped staring and gave us a key to the master suite we had requested. It was an embarrassing episode that greatly heightened my excitement. Before we left I took a Viagra and brought two more, so that my dick was half-masted and quite sensitive. I confess to being somewhat shaky and if it wasn't the viagra maybe anxiety would have made me blow but the hardness I felt assured Dr Bráulião competently visited his birthplace. We entered the suite somewhat shyly and examined it, commenting on its luxury and comfort. Then we indulged in a delicious tongue kiss. My mother was shivering as she smoothed my cock over her trousers. I unbuttoned her silk shirt while she was unbutting mine, and we let go of our belts and took off our trousers, just a large-sized suspender in the front. A semi-transparent bra and wet panties covered our bodies. We wanted to prolong this sensual magical moment by embracing each other like that and caressing one another's face, arms and back with great tenderness. I opened the clasp of my mother's bra and let him fall to the floor for the first time since early childhood, gazed at her medium-sized breasts, ripe and beautiful, mesmerized, kissed his hard protruding beak, his skin was all shivering, his arms loose and inert, passive and panting with eyes closed and head stretched out so that he offered his body to my mouth and hands, bent down to kiss his sensual little belly and pulled back his panties. A beautiful little sketch, well-groomed with her hair trimmed and perfumed in intimate deodorant... the smell of chocolate, cocks and freckles that I smoothed with my hands while smelling deliciously and licking gently on the vagina which gave birth to me. I found her clitoris, sucked and licked like a kitten in milk. And my mother groaned slowly from the depths of my soul, stroked my head with cat-like hands gently pulling on my hair, opened her vaginal lips and felt the astringent taste of her horny muzzle; her lack precipitated its first enjoyment by crushing my head against her sex mamei his clitoral while she moans loudly, then released her body over the bed smiling happily and sobbing. Lifted his back, removed my sunga exposing my dick in laughter, with a drunken look and caressing my stick with both hands commented with a hoarse voice that I did not know. - What beautiful peacock, son, gives even fear, you will be delicate and careful with me so as not to hurt mommy, I must be very closed for all this. My erection did not allow me to reason or speak anything, only my dick spoke for me and she kissed it like my face with motherly affection then as a female stuck him in her mouth and sucked the glans clumsily and glibly her teeth hurt slightly I thought about holding his head and directing its movements fucking his mouth but don't know why i was just stroking his hair feeling my throat dry and mute and my cock walking on lips tongue and mouth of my mom. Then she confessed that in three marriages never had sucked a stick before I took my stick out of her mouth and lay down on it, who resting his long legs over my shoulders offered me a little squeeze and with their hands directed my glans at its entrance, felt her vaginal lips kissing my gland, was the threshold of a precious moment that I do not know how to describe, for the first time would fuck my mother's sniffle. I began to slide my dick into her slowly, feeling the walls of her vagina, she was really quite tight and frowned with closed eyes, biting lips and mute, felt that I reached down pressed my gland against the uterus which gave me birth, initiated intercourse in rhythmic movements, wanted to fuck it masterfully, a special woman, my mother, and wished to provide him the best possible fucking, heard his groanings growing unrestrained, my sex drive was animal and out of control started fucking violently. With wild fury, maddened with horny he cried out: "Mother!" She screamed meaningless exclamations moaning in despair and poking her fingernails into my arms. I realized that she exploded in a long endless orgasm; the sky of my mouth trembled stars, my movement within it was violent, crazy, insane. The pressure of her fingers on my arms decreased, she laughed and cried in between sobs as I pressed my dick deep inside her and screaming hallucinatedly flushed out her uterus with fucking jets. I mocked as never thought it possible to mock, falling exhausted on my mother's half-side and still with my stick inside her; in a few seconds he leapt out of his snout making an anecdotal sound. I stroked her penis and felt my fingers dripping, like she was peeing or fucking pissing on me. We were silent, hugged and sweaty and exhausted for a while. Then we kissed passionately. And she got up staggering towards the bathroom; her gait seemed drunken; I heard her pee, turned on the shower and called me. We took a bath exchanging gentle caresses and only then did we talk".I never thought you could enjoy yourself so intensely", your brother was born by caesarean section, I had anesthesia, you were my first natural childbirth, and of my three children it hurt me most at the exit; but now in entering gave me the greatest orgasm of my life. It was my first multiple orgasm, I thought I would go crazy, always believed that this is a myth, such an orgasm does not really exist. - I still have gas for more, you want to do it again? We were happy, strangely calm and extremely happy, she smiled at me sweet as a mother and I was a grateful son. Sitting naked on the bed we asked for room service: one portion of fries and tuna sandwiches with mayonnaise, refused any drink only sparkling water and accompanied her choice, we died of thirst. We exchanged caresses in the sauna, at the pool I mumbled her breasts and in the living room I was sucked again, this time properly and she allowed me to mock it into her mouth but didn't swallow my fuck, discreetly spat on a used napkin. I laid her down at the foot of my bed with open legs and also sucked on her, very carefully and maliciously until she burst into tears. We dozed in each other's arms for a little while, when we woke up I took another Viagra secretly and kissed her soft body on all fours and put it over the bed. I redirected to her little sketch without arguing, his will is more important than mine, brushed the glans and then began to bury delicious cock in its excited wet sketch, she moaned loudly, we fucked hot with fury, violently punching her uterus and screaming enjoy a long and scandalous fun, laughing ecstatically collapse into bed still engaged. With her long, thin fingers she pulled my wet dick out of it and allowed me with a naughty motherly grin to watch the whore draining from inside her hand into the bedsheet then wiped off my pints and dragged me in for another quick bath. It was getting late, and we still had to pick up my sister. We gathered ourselves carefully so that no one would notice our adventure. I helped her dry her hair with a blow dryer. With a smile that struck me as ironic, the receptionist asked if we had rested well enough to continue our journey. "You have no idea how much". I replied with contempt, not caring what he was thinking about; my mother laughed and waved goodbye, leaving her puzzled. We picked up my dear sister from her friend's house and put the bags in the trunk, on our way back we agreed what to say at home about our afternoon of shopping at the mall. My sister was discreet and spared us any questions that would have been embarrassing at the time but by the affectionate kiss and smile she received from our mother and me you can certainly gauge how it all went down. In the evening, at dinner we were again a normal family. Only my mother was now light-hearted and happy; she even gave my stepfather's bald head a kiss as he smiled with satisfaction.