Family Ties (5) Mother

My family and I lived in a real muquifo that at that time was known as a cortizo, a heap of shabby and poorly built houses, paying a crumbling rent to the owner, a butcher who came from abroad with no money and with the passage of time became a prosperous exploiter of the misfortune of others; my father was an inveterate drunkard jumping from job to job with little future imposing on me and also on my mother a frustrating and without prospects life; Aurora, my mother was a volunteer woman, always struggling to maintain us as much as possible; she washed clothes and took pleasure in farming in the wealthiest houses far from our region which forced her to walk enormous distances to bring bread home. I also did my part, working in the butcher's slaughterhouse, performing small tasks and earning a pittance; on the other hand whenever I could I helped a black gentleman who was an excellent courier and shoemaker and who proposed and taught me the craft something to which I devoted myself body and soul even being very young. On cold nights when the freezing wind blew into the house through all the frosts that existed, my mother prepared a beef muscle soup that I sipped from the butcher and then we went together to bed to warm ourselves; she used to put her breasts out of the camisole pulled offering her nipples for me to suck what I gave me great pleasure. I loved that gesture that she claimed was meant to warm us up, even though I was smart enough to know that she was getting really horny... and so was I! When my drunk, filthy father would come in the middle of the night and kick me out of bed and lash out at my crazy mother to fuck her, I'd be peeping in the far corner of the room protected by the shadows, enjoying the flickering light of the kerosene lamp displaying those sordid scenes that somehow made me very excited. One day, without more or less, my father had to give a disappearance on account of his debts that were not few since in addition to a penguin he also used to venture into games of chance losing most of the time. Sergio, this moneylender came in our wake wanting to collect the debt, but even seeing the situation we were in he insisted on receiving something to compensate for his loss; my mother whispered something in his ear and he nodded with his head going away. "My dear, I need to do something ..., something for our sake and that is why I ask you not to come home too early today!" he said to her kindly, but with a certain dose of energy; somewhat unconformed with his head raised. I went to the courtyard and then to the kitchen where I carried a load to the office and buried them on the floor to give to Josiah, the cook. Meanwhile, even as I struggled to ward off the malevolent thoughts that swirled in my mind about my mother's claims to the moneylender, I was unable to subdue them by asking the courier to leave early. I entered the cottage by one of the side entrances and crept through the rustic-paved alleys until I reached our house; I climbed a wall that led to the elevated space between our bedroom and the rough bathroom where a wide slit between the bricks allowed a providential view of the room. I stood by for a while until I heard voices and noises indicating that there was someone else in the house besides my mother Aurora. Suddenly the room was invaded by the couple with the pawnbroker already taking care to take off my mother's dress leaving her naked in front of her eyes; Aurora in turn approached him opening his pants and letting her slide to her feet exposing the subject's sturdy knuckle; Mother wasted no time in getting down on her knees beating the brute to Mama in an expedited manner. I confess that that vision caused in me an inexplicable mixture of revolt and excitement. Dona Aurora sucked the wig for a long time until Sergio manifested the intention to fuck her by interrupting the pause; Mother then lay down on the bed and opened her legs; the subject fell on her like a hungry man and while her wig was beating she did not notice the distant look of Aurora. As the subject was somewhat weak, it did not take long for him to spit his milk into her and then get up to collect himself. "All right, Mrs. Aurora! Your husband's debt is paid!" he announced, already backing away from the room. I confess that I felt a relief inside me with that statement, because I imagined that the moneylender would take advantage of the situation for a good time fucking my mother whenever he was in the mood; Mother remained naked on the bed looking at the ceiling looking unhappy for what she had done for our sake; mentally I felt sorry for her and I withdrew from the hiding place pretending to return home after a few minutes. I entered without making a sound and when I went to the bathroom I found Aurora huddled on an agate basin taking a seat bath; as soon as she saw me she jumped trying to protect her nakedness with her hands while she looked at my face with an uncomfortable expression. "Our son! Have you arrived? I didn't even have time to prepare dinner!" she said with a stuttering tone avoiding looking at me; I replied that I wasn't very hungry and retreated to the kitchen where I took a sip of exquisite coffee. We didn't exchange a single word during dinner just as we didn't look at each other for obvious reasons; at some moments I had the desire to reveal to her that I knew what had happened during my absence, but I feared her reaction to the news. A little later, after I announced that I had helped her with the dishes, I recovered because I was sleepy. I went into the room and took off my clothes lying on the blanket waiting for my mother. "Son! What is this? You're naked!" she shouted as soon as she pulled the blanket to lie down; at first I didn't say anything just looking at Lady Aurora's stupefied face and thinking what I should do next. I apologized intending to get up to put on at least one underwear, but Mother waved her hands stopping me from going on. "It's all right, let's go to sleep", she said as she took off her clothes to put on her sweater, "but behave yourself, you see, you sleazebag! Look at the size of that pin! It's still hard! - You did it! <unk> I retorted with I take a joke <unk> and always gets hard because of you! Mom didn't say anything more lying on her back to me; as soon as we covered ourselves I grabbed her with one of my arms gluing my body to hers poking her ass with the revolver in the groove. "Stop it, jerk! Keep poking me with that hard piece! What do you want?" she scolded, pretending to be harsh. I pretended that I didn't hear what she said and continued with the provocation that soon resulted in Aurora taking her hand back and firmly grabbing my wig. "Do you want a handshake from Mommy? Don't you have a new one for you to fuck?" she asked in a naughty tone manipulating my stick with a certain intensity. -Who needs a young girl when you have a mother like you! I whispered in his ear feeling the manipulation become more vigorous. While enjoying my mother's hand in masturbation, I squeezed my hand through the hem of my shirt in search of the nipples, which I found clogged and stimulating me to squeeze them with a certain softness, doing the same with the breasts; my caress resulted in Aurora's muffled moans in a clear demonstration of how excited she was; we continued in that game until, without warning, I ended up ejaculating with a certain profusion, licking her sweater and also the bed sheet; immediately Mom jumped out and ordered me to get up. -Go to the bathroom and wash yourself, you freak! Humpf! Look what you've done! <unk> she grumbled raising her voice pointing to the sheet and then to her sweater <unk> and when we come back let's go to sleep! In fact, when I returned, Mother was already sound asleep, softly snoring; I slipped under the covers and was soon embraced by her in an involuntary gesture testifying to her lack of affection; I kissed her forehead and also fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning I found myself alone in bed and regretted the lack of opportunity to take another shell of Aurora. I went to the kitchen still naked and found the thermal bottle on the table with half a sliced French loaf of bread smeared with butter; I went to the slaughterhouse where I labored until mid-afternoon leaving there straight for the workshop of his Josiah, the courier who always greeted me with a discreet but still welcoming smile. "What is troubling you, my boy?" he asked in a hoarse voice; I was making repairs on a boot and stopped to stare at him with an expression of surprise at his question. As I always felt very confident in Josiah, I ended up telling about the involvement acting my mother and what I witnessed happening in the deafening revealing my disturbance by the fact. "Hum, what affection for mother!" he replied emphatically. "That's not too much, is it?" I tried to discourage the conversation by saying that I only cared about her, but the expression on the courier's face revealed that he hardly believed my words. "My boy, I've already told you that this is nothing too much! It would be too much if you would accept that she went around paying debts with the bouquet and even took advantage of it!" he threw with an emphatic tone. At first his words shocked me for the excessive sincerity with regard to such a delicate matter; we did not continue the conversation by returning to our affairs. - I'll give you a piece of advice ..., if it serves anything <unk> he said before we close the day of toil and shortly after paying me <unk> grab your mother before any bastard comes and I do it leaving you on the street of bitterness! With those words in my mind, I returned home still reeling from all that had happened; and what was my surprise to meet his Bruno coming out of the room and taking a fright at seeing me. "Hello, my son! Your Bruno came here to see me face to face: he has brought some food for us!" announced my mother with the utmost insolence as she left the room with a bound expression, her hair untied and dripping sweat from her nails. The butcher opened a timid little smile as he walked towards the exit door. I shouted as soon as we were alone without hiding my almost furious irritation! "But what is it? Why are you yelling at me?" she asked, feigning a timely innocence. - I know very well what that bastard came here to do! <unk> I answered approaching her <unk> He came to fuck you! Didn't he come? And don't lie to me! At that moment Mrs. Aurora collapsed on a chair with her elbows on her knees and her face hidden between her hands, crying and sobbing without stopping. "Forgive me, my son! But we are in debt in the warehouse ..., we have no money ..., and I thought that ..., forgive me! " she said with an embarrassed tone between sobs. Immediately I ran to my knees and took her in my arms asking her to stop crying, remembering what Josiah had told me. -Mother, pay attention, please! <unk> I said with a firm tone <unk> you are a woman ..., I mean, a delicious and good female in bed! And you deserve someone like me! No one else ..., only me! "But you're my son! What will the others think?" she retorted, raising her face to look at me with her eyes still dizzy. "What kind of mother wants to fuck her own son!" - The guy who knows how much his son has a crush on her! At that moment my mother's gaze turned as if she had been carried away by sensations over which she had no control creating a stimulus of involuntary surrender to the ecstasy of the flesh; she held my face and glued her lips to mine enclosing a warm, wet and deep kiss that left me enchanted and sure that Aurora would be mine forever; at the first kiss others even more impetuous followed until we could no longer resist our carnal fury following us into the room dolphining like animals in full heat. My first initiative was to leave my mother naked in front of my ecstatic, horny eyes as she stared at me with a lustful expression; we proceeded in our clash with her stripping me naked and kneeling in front of me holding my stiff cock with one of her hands while watching her with enormous attention. "He's really something, isn't he? Big and fat ..., he deserves a present from Mommy!" she remarked before making my tool disappear into her gluttonous mouth; I trembled in exaltation feeling that hot, moist mouth sucking my fur with an admirable effort, but my impatience made me act like an almost teenage wrinkle. We left without delay for the traditional fuck, with Aurora below me with her legs flexed opening her cave allowing me to bury the pistol at once tasting her groans and sighs; while attacking with quick and deep pelvic blows I did not miss the chance to suck her juicy boobs getting to nibble on her nipples listening to her muffled grunts. It was a mind-blowing fuck that allowed me to make my mother have fun like she had never experienced in all her life, and when it was my turn I took out the pirouette and called her to ejaculate and take male milk; she showed herself calm and when my body vibrated with the strongly pulsating member, Aurora gave a plentiful press on my balls provoking mockery; with my mother and I did not retreat with all the delightful charging. "Oh, how good you fuck, my little boy!" she remarked, still in a hoarse voice, while we were still engaged, "and on top of that, your milk is very tasty!" "This is how we're going to spend the rest of our lives, Mom!" I emphatically replied, still kissing her nipples. We enjoyed a well-deserved rest, and soon I was awakened by her licking my pistol with a begging look; we wasted no time with her coming over to me offering me her still-warm, licked-up mug; we practiced a delirious nine-and-a-half where I was allowed to sip that nectar that poured from her cave straight to my tongue; dominated by an overwhelming desire mother did not hesitate to ask me to fuck her ass already taking a position on the bed, rocking that her exuberant butt; I did not back down before the challenge and putting me behind her pincers the joy to strike without warning with force until I managed to cross the hole or Aurora groaned from desire. It was my first special fuck with my wife in my life and that caused me an indescribable ecstasy even when she announced that I was enjoying her ass! When we finished whispering in her milk, between whispers and groans. Early in the morning, in joy, I went to Josiah's workshop announcing the news that he celebrated with an always discreet smile. "There is only one thing that you need to take care of ..., someone else's mouth!" he warned with his usual teacher's tone; I told him that he would not return to the slaughterhouse and so we worked all day. When I went to say goodbye to him, Josiah turned his back on me and went to his desk where he opened a drawer that he kept locked and took out something from inside that I could not discern. "Here, take this and your mommy", he said, extending a roll of money tied with a leather strap. "Go as far as you can, and when you get there, don't let anyone know that you're mother and son. Act like a couple that's your reality from now on!" I tried to decline the offer politely, but Josiah did not accept my refusal by walking away and extending his hand; we exchanged a handshake followed by a strong fraternal embrace; that same night my mother and I gathered the few things we had and fled through the darkness; we found our corner I got a job in a factory and we started living as husband and wife, with the right to come home after a day's work and have a succulent naked female waiting for me eagerly for a climb with her male! I always think that I made Mom a happy and accomplished woman and when I ask her that the answer is a nod and an affectionate smile.