My Son Seduced Me 3

I couldn't sleep at night. The feeling of feeling my son almost eat me standing up last night was too much for me. Igor got so close, I could still feel his hot, thick roll in the middle of my thighs. But it was Monday, and Igor leaves home for work very early, before I even get up, which means I would have all day to think of a solution to all this that was happening.
During the day, I did my homework, but often caught myself thinking about the night before. I could feel Igor's perfume and his heart racing as his poop crossed the middle of my legs yesterday. How audacious he was. My treacherous nipples, did not leave me in peace and all the time were euphoric and hard. This whole situation was driving me crazy. The stamina in me was latent and bordered on despair, I had not felt this for any man for a long time, but to feel this for my son, it was not right.
A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora
If I didn't control myself, I would tease my son until he couldn't take it anymore, and then I wanted to see what would become of me.
The day went by and it didn't work out for me, I couldn't concentrate, all I could think about was Igor and I wanted him to come home right away to talk, but besides he had a class at the university and he was going to be super late. I was anxious.
Satisfied, when the clock struck 19:00, I took a shower and put on black panties and just a slightly longer shirt. It was hot, and Igor would not arrive until around 11:30 and I would probably already be asleep, he would not even see me in these clothes and I would not feel guilty for stimulating his libido, but deep down, I had hoped that he would arrive earlier and see me before I went to bed, but my expectation did not come true, and my Monday ended without fun.
On Tuesday, the routine repeated itself, and I spent the day anguished and with a crazy hard-on waiting for my son to arrive tired late at night, and only having time to take his bath and go to bed. Again, we didn't see each other.
But on Wednesday, my day started brighter, with a message that Igor sent me early from his work saying:
<unk>Mom, the company here is sponsoring a comedian who is going to do a show in a cool bar tonight and gave me two invitations to go. Márcia can't go because she has a test at the college. Since tomorrow is a holiday, I thought if she didn't want to go with me. Drinks paid by the company for those who are employees and escorts. Hats? <unk>
I was elated and excited, and a different night with my son in a bar might have been what we needed, and a good conversation in a different environment from our home might have helped resolve our situation.
Wow, what a nice son. I bump. How will it be? Will you come pick me up at home?
I'm going home to take a shower and change, and then we'll go.
I don't know if I have clothes to go to?
I'm going to transfer some money now so you can go out and buy a beautiful dress and a sandal.
"My son, you don't have to bother spending money on me.
It's a gift. Buy a dress, it doesn't have to be long. It can be short and belted without being fair. I know you look beautiful in dresses like that. And a high sandal, it will look wonderful.
Igor knew how to convince me and I was impressed by his analysis of the dress he asked me to buy. I was ecstatic with joy and as soon as the money fell in the account, I went to the mall and chose exactly what he imagined. And the bastard was right. The dress marked my body and left me with a butt and boobs, he knew what I was asking.
At night I put on panties that made my butt stand up and the dress fit perfectly on my body the sandal made my legs thick and I did my hair in a very sexy way when I appeared to Igor who was waiting for me in the room, he could not believe what he was seeing and his reaction was:
My God, I have the most perfect mother in the world.
I was flattered, I saw your look of admiration and that made me happy. I just wanted to have fun with my son tonight, and I wasn't going to spoil your evening with a conversation about our relationship. Tomorrow, take it easy, since it's a holiday, we'll talk about it.
In the car, on the way to the bar, he put his hand on my legs the whole way, and I felt proud of that.
I'm not going to be ugly around your co-workers?
He responded enthusiastically:
I want to get away from my friends, they're like vultures waiting for new meat to appear. No, no, no, this night the lady is mine alone let's stay away from them
Son, are they really like that? You're exaggerating, just to make me happy
They hit on my girlfriend in the face hard, imagine you are hotter than her, they will look like ant in honey, I know what I'm talking about
The soft music in the car, the pleasant evening, my son's soft hand on my thigh, and his brazen singing to me were making the atmosphere between us pleasant, and I continued the conversation:
I think Marcia, your girlfriend, is so pretty. Do you really think I'm hotter than her?
Igor was also excited about the conversation, I could see his eyes shining, and he replied:
Marcia is a funny girl. But you're a womanizer, mother. Any man would dream of having a woman like you in bed.
He would turn me on by saying that, and I would keep asking, just to satisfy my ego:
"Our Igor, you really blow me away with your compliments, although I think you exaggerate a little".
"Mom, believe me. You're beautiful. You've seen the state I'm in when I lean on you. You're a woman's boner. If I wasn't your son I'd fuck you without thinking twice mom".
That revelation made me wet my pants, to make matters worse, Igor's hand was in the middle of my thighs almost touching my buttocks.
<unk>Yes, I know how it is really son, and it always makes me uncomfortable when he hugs me. I already told you that you need to control yourself. I love that you feel that and I like to hear you talk about these things, we can talk about it whenever you want. And you can tell me everything you feel for me Igor, I will understand. But don't get too excited, I'm your mother and fuck is out of the question okay my angel.<unk>
He resigned himself, took a deep breath, and said,
I'm glad I can open up to you, I'll try to control myself.
I love you Igor
I love you too, Mom.
At that moment we arrived at the bar and we entered. Igor held my hand and took me inside, as if I were his girlfriend. I let him take me, after all, I did not know the place. Then we met some of his colleagues from the company and they were really excited. We sat in a circle talking and drinking a little and they provoked my son because of me by releasing several jokes to him. One of them said that it was for him to enjoy the night that he would take care of me. Another provoked him by saying that if he drank too much, he would take me home without problems, a third came to ask for my phone number, just to annoy Igor, and other jokes of this kind were always said, but with an atmosphere of respect and fun, it provoked pure fun. Igor was just a little bit drunk, but he knew how to control himself.
My son with great patience, resisted all the jokes and after a while said:
"Gentlemen, forgive me. I'm sorry to spoil your joy, but the show is about to start and I'm going to make a corner to stay with my mother. I'll see you later".
And so he did, and he took me by the hand and he took me into the environment where the show was going to take place, and we walked to a dark corner not far from the stage where the view was good, and it was near the bar counter, too, and my son wanted to drink, and the drink was free for us, and he wanted to enjoy it.
The place was packed, lots of people standing up to watch the show that wasn't going to be long, but he found a high stool on which he leaned and spread his legs, making mention of me leaning on it and said,
Mom, can we stay here? The view of the stage is good and it's well insulated. I lean on the bench and you lean on me, okay?
It was a really nice place, there was no one behind us, and we had a good view of the stage, but I suspected that my son had set up the whole thing just to cuddle with me, and I asked,
"Son. Are you sure you want me to lean on you? I don't think it's a good idea. Let me sit on the bench and you lean on me, okay?"
He insisted:
"Mom, the bench is high and uncomfortable for you. If you lean on me I'm taller and I fit well here. You sit between my legs".
"Son, that's the problem. You won't stand it if I put my ass down there".
Go mother, if you pull over, the show's about to start
Well, then don't tell me I didn't warn you.
My son straightened up and I leaned on him. In that instant, I realized that it was not a good idea. My son's bastard was already excited. The dress I was wearing was soft and loose, but it marked my butt that settled in the middle of his legs. In that instant, I felt his dick vibrating inside his pants. I looked around and no one saw us. That calmed me down a little, but my heart began to beat harder. The lights went out completely and only a beam of light fell on the stage in front of us. The artist entered the scene and began to introduce himself. Igor hugged me completely and put his head on my shoulder and began to kiss my neck lightly, with his collar on my face. Whoever saw us, he would surely think that we were making out with my body completely. We were all snuggled up in his pants. The artist was kissing his head and started to pee in front of his hands, and no one saw us. That calmed me down a little, but my heart began to beat harder. The lights went out completely and only a beam of light fell on the stage in front of us. The artist entered the scene and began to introduce himself. Igor hugged me completely and put his head on my shoulder and began to kiss my neck lightly, with his collar. Whoever saw us, he would surely think that we were completely snuggled up my body. Igor. We were completely snuggled up. We were all together. Igorless. The artist was kissing his hands were all in front of his head and began to peeing, and my hands were all the artist'd.
"Mom, your ass is just irresistible".
My heart was racing, but I tried to say quietly:
Son, don't get excited, it won't work. You'll get hurt if you get too excited. Listen to what I'm telling you, it's better to relax a bit.
But he had it all figured out:
You're really hurting, Mom, but don't worry, I know what I'm going to do.
My son pulled me away from his body again, and I noticed when he opened his zipper. I didn't look back, but I knew what he was doing. Instead, I looked to the sides to see if anyone was watching us, but no one was watching us, and he pulled me back. His huge cock, it was catching fire, and it fit right in the middle of my ass. My heart almost came out of my mouth and my nipples, they almost pierced my dress. He stuck a hand inside my panties and grabbed it and pulled it down with a mastery that amazed me. My son was crazy with sex and out of control. He was lowering my panties down the middle of my legs to the knee and from there it fell into the middle of my buttocks.
"Mom, take off your panties with your feet and spread your legs a little".
He was hallucinating and driving me crazy, and he said frantically,
You're crazy son, this is crazy, I'm not going to do this
<unk> Go mom, please, I'm bursting at the seams here<unk>
I did, when I least expected it, I was already removing my panties with my foot and opening my legs. When Igor pulled me by my waist and leaned me back on it, my butt was already so wet, that his dick was sliding gently all the way into it. I softened completely. The shiver went up my whole body to the root of my hair. My son's huge dick was inside my butt. I hadn't felt that for a long time. Hot, thick. My vaginal lips, licked that delight to the tail. Igor was good with it, and put his whole roll inside it. He pulled me and pushed me loosely by the waist, making his dick go in and out deliciously inside. I closed my eyes. The firm laughter of the comedian's voice took me away from my head. It seemed like a dream. Igor slowly put me back on his shoulder and I realized that it was a dream and I said to myself, "It's a dream".
♪ Happy mother ♪
At the same moment my legs began to tremble without stopping and almost knocked me down, my knees were bent twice, but I managed to control myself while Igor held me firmly from behind. I enjoyed madly and only did not scream because he covered my mouth with his hand. He kept poking me for a few moments and I felt his dick burst into my bouquet. Desperately, I said to him:
Son, don't laugh inside of me
The first hot jet, poured in the middle of my thighs and Igor bit my back so as not to scream. The second jet he directed to my butt and at the end, he dropped his head on my shoulders breathing deeply. We began to hear the claps that indicated the end of the show. Igor straightened up and closed his zipper, lowered my dress which stuck to the sperm that still flowed through my butt. I disguised myself and bent down to get my panties and we left without talking to anyone.
In the car, on the way back, there was silence all the way, we didn't say a word to each other, and when we got home, he stopped in the garage, and before we got out, he tried to say to me,
♪ Mother ♪
I gave him a signal not to say anything, and I said,
"Son, don't say anything now. I just want to take a bath, go to bed and sleep. Tomorrow is a holiday and we can and we will talk for a long time. Is it okay?"
He nodded positively, and we went in.
In the shower, my body still shivered and shivered, my nipples ached, and my lubricated bouquet insisted on staying wet.
In bed, all I could think about was the crazy thing I'd done, letting my son fuck me, and now I'd have to deal with it.
But oddly enough I wasn't feeling terrible and fell asleep quickly.
I woke up a few times with my nipples bursting with boner, my son's scent still in the air.