My mother, her lover and I.

The young professor enters the room. He had taken a light shower and while washing his penis, he is surprised that it is still almost completely hard. Although he's spent the last two hours with his sturdy cock being fondled, stroked, and swallowed by all the reentries of the beautiful woman he admires lying there on her stomach in front of him. Her name is Helga, she's 35 and the mother of Daniel, a former student of his. He pulled her out of the doldrums of married life with Antonio, who besides neglecting her, verbally abusing her, and treating her like a servant, tried to keep the two children from living with her. So it had happened with their daughter, Cecilia, who was in Lisbon. He justified that education in Brazil was very bad. Antonio was now trying to send his fifteen-year-old son Daniel there. Helga had been seduced by Bruno and had fallen hopelessly in love with him. Although nine years younger than her, Bruno had a life experience that enabled him to take risks that always favored him. In the case of Helga, however, his reasoning was bored by the simple fact that he had discovered and flourished all the sexuality that was repressed in Helga. He did not know that his husband was part of the society that supported the military in the early seventies. He himself was astonished at the astonishing beauty that was hidden in those austere and unfashionable clothes. Already on the second time they met, Bruno was charmed by the spontaneity, though still inexperienced, with which Helga indulged in the games of lust and sexual debauchery that he taught her. Helga, when she was full, would relax completely and fall asleep, and Bruno had to wake her up. He sits on the edge of the bed, next to where the beautiful face rests on the forearm and sits for a few seconds watching the gentle breathing that moves her back. The buttocks still have a certain glow from the sperm that had been scattered over them. Bruno leans back a little and, stretching out an arm, gives a gentle pat on her buttocks, which respond with a slight trembling. Helga opens her beautiful blue eyes languidly and closes them again. Bruno slaps her twice in a row and Helga takes a long breath and a smile appears on her lips, but still without opening her eyes. - Come on, honey, we're not taking any chances, besides you still have to pick up Daniel at school. I felt something strange when you kicked my ass. Once again Bruno is amazed at the erotic creativity that Helga involves the two of them. He feels the boiling blood running through his body, part of it accumulating in his clogged roll that emerges steeply under the towel that covered it. The perverse pleasure of applying pain to the pink flesh of his lover's buttocks is almost as intense as he is sodomizing her. The touch of his palm on the skin of his trembling buttocks is as exciting as he is inserting his penis into the groove of his ass and rubbing it until he licks it all. Hit it harder, my love, hit it, hit it, hit it! Bruno leans on one elbow while with the other arm he makes it go up and down as he applies the caps to the perfect pulps, not failing to notice that Helga sobs roughly while at the same time gently pushing her buttocks from time to time, asking her not to stop. Bruno's cock is now fully uncovered and the smell emanating from it reaches Helga's nostrils. It drives her crazy. She raises her head and bust leaning on her elbows. The object of her madness and passion is a few inches from her face. Bruno feels as one of Helga's hands tightly grips one of the bands of his muscular butt, pulling so that his showy masculinity is fully accessible to his hungry mouth. This time it's Bruno, who tossing his head back, lets out a hoarse roar, when he feels the wet heat that Antonio's wife's mouth makes him by swallowing almost half of his pulsating roll. He pauses the beating of the buttocks for a few seconds appreciating the wonderful caress that Helga's lips make around his cock. Bruno notices that she makes sounds, avoiding to take the penis out of her mouth. In a state of amusement, he turns his head, seeing the pleading look of Antonio's wife, asking him to continue beating on his buttocks. The burning in Helga's buttocks and Bruno's palm and analogous to the clitoris and the glans that they're both feeling; Bruno gives her the last slap without any force, it was almost like a caress, but then he passes the same arm around her hip and lets her head rest on one of the buttocks. And her son's teacher begins to ejaculate in his little mouth. The volume is not much, because he had already enjoyed about five times that afternoon. Still, Helga chokes a little due to the lock that his pelvis went to her face. The taste of the sperm, the pulsating muscle in her mouth and the burning of the tapas on her fleshy ass, make Helga's ecstasy as intense as the first one she felt that afternoon. As she screams with pleasure, the roll escapes from her mouth, spreading semen gum and saliva around. Nervously, one of her hands searches for the clitoris, and without caring for Bruno, she turns to the side, causing his face to be engulfed in the middle of her buttocks. Helga twists as she experiences her intense orgasm while Bruno ejaculates, not too hard, into the hair on the back of his head. Almost suffocated by the thick bands of his buttocks covering his face, Bruno feels the orgastic trembling of Antonio's beautiful wife. Half an hour later, Helga sits behind the wheel and watches her son walk toward her, while Daniel looks at his mother's beautiful profile as she starts the car. Why are you looking at me like that? - You were with Bruno, weren't you? - Whoa. Oh, you don't have to answer, that smile says it all, how I wish I was him. - Oh, son... you know I can't... it's not right... - But... where we're at... we can't stop. It's my responsibility to prevent what's happening, it's wrong, I'm your mother, I'm already Bruno's wife. - But... wife of another man, my father. And you, my son, want me to be your wife! Just as Helga stops the car at the signal, Daniel moves into position, holding her face so that her mother cannot escape the passionate kiss he gives her. Helga does not return the kiss and lets her son see that. Sadly, Daniel settles into his place. Then he speaks without looking at his mother. - It's not just sex, Dona Helga, it's adoration for everything that exists in you! Why can't we surrender? Why can't we keep this as our own secret? - It would be a sin and... A sin only ours, Dona Helga, no one would need to know. There have to be boundaries in our desires, as far as no one knows. No one in this world will know we're having a carnal affair if it's just between you and me! You're talking like a lawyer, you want Daniel, but I don't have to, please don't insist, and the man upstairs will know. Look, if there's a guy up there, he's the most blatant racist, because for thousands of years, the black race has suffered at the hands of other races. Son, you shouldn't talk like that, even if you mean what you say, and I don't mind this notion of something ethereal regulating our lives either, but living in society, we can't... But Helga was surprised by her son's discernment. They had already gone far and she knew that it would be difficult for a man with the vigor and passion he felt for her to make him stop, to forget everything. It seemed that Daniel was guessing his mother's thoughts, he says. - Mom, we agreed to follow certain rules, remember? - ...you can't be entirely naked! While Helga was completing her son's sentence, she veered off course into a heavily wooded alleyway and stopped in a quiet spot under a leafy tree. There she stopped and responded with the same fervor with which her son kissed her mouth. They both sighed excitedly. Helga stroked her hair while her son tried to uncover her breasts. Helga's thoughts juxtaposed the reactions of her body. Daniel's kiss ignited her libido, making her believe that the satiety felt with one man does not mean that she is satiated with another. Helga doesn't understand how she can be so excited, believing that her passion for Bruno wouldn't leave room in her heart for another. To another man, yes, but Daniel was her son, and he would be an exception among all, and being her son, he was entitled to this privilege, and as a mother, she could not deny herself the right to this privilege because of her son, and being alone between the two of them... Daniel notices his mother with her lips half open and a slight smile. He kisses her again tenderly but with ardor. Helga murmurs with pleasure and plays with her son's tongue, making her tongue curl up in his, sucking up all the saliva. Helga feels an enormous urge to touch her own pussy. She tries to resist this urge, which does not prevent her from opening her thighs back and forth and squeezing them together again. Helga puts her free hand on Daniel's head, stroking his hair in an attempt to prevent her from reaching her chin. Feeling the frenzy of their lips rubbing together, she does not realize that the dress has already risen to the height that reveals part of the naked vulva. This time it is Daniel who receives his mother's feminine scent in his nostrils. In a reflex action, one of his hands strikes her xana impetuously, causing Helga to give a long sob of shock and pleasure. <unk> Bruno, Bruno! Did you see what happened when you took my panties? Now nothing prevents my beautiful son from making me his wife too! Will you be my other little horn? Oh my god... what have I become!!<unk> But Daniel, in his innocence and impetuousness, pulls the lever on the back of the seat, pushing it down as far as he can, and then, positioning himself between the steering wheel and his mother's thighs, he gently leans the rest of his body on her. Lost in waves of pleasure, Helga helps him adjust his groin to his naked vulva, with only the thin fabric of the trousers and underwear preventing it from being possessed by her own son. At the same time, Helga searches for her son's lips, to then thread her tongue into his. Daniel lets out his first male scream inside his mother's mouth, already feeling the snowball of sperm forming in his own balls. Helga has one hand stroking his hair and the other penetrating his underpants, firmly grasping the muscular buttocks of that fifteen-year-old man, striking him with her fingernails scratching his buttocks. "Oh, oh, my God... I... I'm going to... make fun! I'm going to make fun of my own son!" It's sinful... it's wrong, amoral and a four-way! But... I've never... I've never felt this feeling! Not even with Bruno! I'm going to make fun... I'm going to make fun... with another man! No one... no one will... will know! Aaaah that's good! " Even in this pre-orgasmic daydream, Helga has the wisdom to keep her son's sperm from penetrating her, even though she still has the pants and underwear to filter his semen. <unk>Oh, no! Without a condom I can't allow him to have fun, even on my xana! Oh god, what do I do? I don't want him to stop! But... but... I can't risk it! I have to stop...<unk> Helga knows that her son is going to expel all his sex in a few seconds. She interrupts the kiss with a great effort and whispers in his ear. Dan, honey, don't make fun of me, don't make fun of me yet, because I'm running the risk of getting pregnant. Don't ask me to do that! I know, I know, my little machine, I know, but we've got to stop, we've got to find another way. I can't control myself! While Daniel is protesting, his mother is agilely twisting herself until she's on her back, her splendid butt sticking up due to the position of the bench, fitting perfectly into his groin. - Now... now enjoy yourself, my son. He whispers in a hoarse voice, turning his face to visualize the warm, passionate male look on his son's face. Daniel's mother feels her own son's large caliber rubbing against her swollen anus that hours ago she raved with pleasure about Bruno's large caliber invader coming and going. Daniel's mockery occurs at the very moment when he bends his head, trying to kiss his mother's mouth, her vulva pressed against the seat in the same proportion as his son's groin convulsively rubs against her fabulous ass. Daniel tries to undo the kiss due to the spasm that is making his whole body shake and the scream that he wants to let go. But, Helga who does not admit that no fluid from her male is lost in the air, but inside herself, holds her son's head firmly with the mouths of both collars and receives the long scream of pleasure she gives. At the same time, the wet warmth burns his epidermis between his buttocks and around his ass. The sound waves fill her cheeks for a few seconds and that makes her laugh, but Helga can't hold back the kiss and breaks free, both from her son's mouth and from herself, completely abandoning herself to the depths of the ocean of orgasm into which she plunges.