Smuggling my mother-in-law, the hand of my “lover”

Continue. We went to the bathroom, washed ourselves and put on more descending clothes to go to the restaurant. Paula took a little bag of clothes for her mother to change. I approached the pool called for Fatima and waited for her to come on the stairs. She calmly climbed the ladder, I gave her the hand to lean on, I noticed that when she took my hand, she did not do that strength to climb her body, she held her with affection, however, without hiding the tension and nervousness of the moment. Your hand was shaking. I wondered why that nervousness. Was she nervous about listening to me and Paulinha have sex and thinking we knew? Or were you nervous about being excited? It's customary for us to raise our arm as high as possible, when we hold hands to help someone up. That's what I did naturally. I lifted my arm above my shoulders, pulling accidentally, D. Fatima to me. We almost glued our bodies down because of the pull to lift it. She had to lean on my waist, causing me to back up by the lock of her body and then pull me back by making our bodies meet again in tight tastes. We smile and apologize to each other. Paula from the other side of the pool, smiling question: + You've been drinking from me, have you? It really sounded like drunken action. Nothing else happened in our encounter, except that I kept her right leg between mine, glued to Juninho, while trying to balance and not drop that body, but it was enough for Juninho to shake right after the separation of the bodies. Still smiling I went to Paulinha, hugged her from behind, and I said dirty: - It's okay. There you go. I can already say that I have my mother-in-law. They didn't notice the malice in what I said and they got laughed at. The afternoon was beginning to fall, the film that we watched on the DVD (my life without me) ended, the sun half hidden by the cloudy weather threatening new rain, would soon darken. I told Paula it was time, when she lamented unhappily, the disadvantage of being a lover. I used to tell her I didn't have her as a lover, that I had her as a sex friend. She wanted to know what the difference was, so I disguised it so I wouldn't hurt her by saying that, I had to go, it would soon be dark and I had to show my face at the company. With a sad face he said he was right. Don't worry about her. There were several DVDs there to pass the time, after all, I had gone there to rest, which would not happen if I stayed there. She still smiled with a sad face. D. Fatima said nothing. He got up from bed and went to pack his things for the return. + Are you really going, Mom? Will you leave me alone? You just said you came here to relax, and if I stay, I'll fill you with advice, questions and other talk you wouldn't like. Wednesday I'll be back and I promise to stay until Sunday. + So... I think I know what the advice would be. Better not listen to them. They both laughed. I knew that such advice would be against me, against my relationship with Paulinha, so I did not interfere. We talked about something I don't remember until, D. Fátima came in a tight, half-cut dress, but behaved, covering half the thighs, loose and brushed hair, similar to what Paula wore three months ago, I'm ready. Shall we? I want to get there in time to do something to feed me. We said goodbye to Paula with a promise to return on Wednesday. I'm a smoker and rarely use the air conditioning vehicle so the odor doesn't impregnate on the seats. We were halfway there and we had nothing to talk about. The silence increased my nervousness, and I think hers, too. I noticed Fatima was sweating. I don't know if it's because of the nervousness or the dress that made him hot. To break the mood, I asked: - It's okay. You want me to turn on the air? She replied that it was not necessary, but I was already closing the windows, turned on the air and asked one more question: - It's okay. Why not? Notice you're sweating. Must be the dress, because the weather isn't so hot. It must be... Or is it something else? She did not know how to disguise her nervousness, deeply inspired filling her lungs with air before answering: It's the dress. His hands were shaking. The fact that we were alone made us nervous and without matter. I'm like, "Oh, my God. - What? It's because of me, isn't it? I smiled and said it. - I make you nervous. Why would I be nervous about you? - It's okay. I don't know. Don't forget the day I went to get Paulinha to take to Sobral. Why? What happened that day? - What? I get excited every time I think about you and this morning so... Kind of stuttering, she asked: What? - It's okay. I remember that day, remembering you talking about me and Paulinha, her family future and the possible continuity of our relationship even after she got married. And feel your breast today, haaaa... How exciting, but really exciting. If Paulinha hadn't come home... She smiled and tried to change the subject, reaffirmed. When I asked you to make her think of the family future as, get married and have children, drop the idea of being an independent mother, I didn't think I had to say it was against your case. - Was it? Not anymore? There's Roberto... Don't put words in my mouth or want me to say what I think. You know my opinion won't change anything. - I swear I thought you were asking me for that because you were an open-minded woman. Not to mention the fact that you saw me excited while you were talking and didn't draw my attention. Would it fit a reminder at that moment? - It's okay. Not really! But if I tell you now that I'm in the same way that day, will you draw my attention? Come on, it's not Roberto! So you embarrass me. Are you ashamed to know that a man gets excited by your presence? You should be happy and satisfied, not ashamed! Silence reigned again. My nervousness did not allow me to reason for a new subject. My brain at that moment was thinking of nothing but investing in Fatima, but I lacked arguments. I instinctively fixed Juninho in his pants, in the position he erected, he was uncomfortable. I think she thought out loud and commented abuzz. Wow! So it's true! - You weren't buying it? Of course not! - Pure truth. I'm still excited to see you. New silence. - What? If I ask you a question, will you answer me? If it's not offensive or compromising? She smiled a little funny, knew there was some embarrassing question coming. - Good. I think it's compromising, yes, not offensive. She looked at me thoughtful, filled her lungs again with air, this time releasing everything inside them, demonstrating both interest in the question, and her nervousness, and she said, I promise! What do you want to know? - What? You were behind the door listening to us, weren't you? She shut up, got thoughtful and absorbed, thought she would deny having been behind the door, then answered, making me surprised. You said it was her. And since you heard us in the room, you've been wondering how we did it. He wanted to come in and observe better, but he held back. He said he touched himself when he came to imagine himself in Paulinha's place, almost enjoying there on the outdoor balcony. He said he was ashamed of such thoughts. There's nothing to be ashamed of. You're still young, and I know there's no one here, and I wonder how you must have stayed when you heard us. If I told you that, I knew you were at the door and I urged Paulinha to talk dirty too, so you'd listen, would you believe me? She turned her face with a big smile on her face and did as her daughter always does when the opposite, hit me on the shoulders with her hands and said: You bastard! There's a bastard! You almost scared me to death when you said you found someone at the door. I had to leave in a hurry not to be seen. Bastard. Pervert! The climate improved, and the horny inside my pants, which Fatima had noticed several times, was difficult to disguise. Not to mention the scent of our sexes that blended and spread inside the car, aided by the air conditioning. Our clothes should be impregnated by our odors. I held her hand, and I went ahead and kissed her in the face, and I went down with my right hand sliding through the curves of her thick thighs, until I found her pants. I was arrested when I reached your sex with a close of your legs and held you from your hands to mine, without her removing them from your cunt very much the opposite, made pressure bending your waist, pressing my hand further on your pussy, not letting me move my fingers or pull her out of there, and asked with a scared slut face: What is this Roberto? It's too early for my taste! I just said smiling: - Apologies. I really think I got ahead of myself. I should at least let you home. And looking at my hand caught by her thighs, and her hands that kept forcing her into that intimate part, I quickly fixed it still smiling: - It's okay. But I think she liked it! Will you let go of my hand? She also smiled at the same time that my hand was loose. Paula always told me to take care of you, but... - It's okay. But what? I didn't think you had to be so careful. - What? What else does she say about us? I'd rather not go into detail. I put Juninho back in his pants, saw that she did the same with her snoop. - I knew you were excited too! She looked at me with a embarrassed smile, not commenting on my observation. We arrived at what time, but it was too early to pick up Mazé. There was time to try something with D. Fatima. I took her little bag and bag with her to the door, didn't wait for an invitation to come in, took them to the center table, put them there, and informed her I was going to the bathroom. In disguise she looked at my crotch noticing my condition. Wow! I was all muddy. I thought I'd lighten up with a little broth, but... I decided to leave it to do at home in case I couldn't get anything from Fatima. I knew she was excited and the tickets she had given before made me think I could get something. What if I had misunderstood? My brain wasn't right for new advances. I finished urinating, I went out and lifted the zipper, and I saw Fatima standing, with her back to the bathroom, in front of the washing machine taking off her blouse, she was wearing only bras and panties. A laced panties in the color cream, which covered almost all your hips and all the pulps of your ass, like a male box underwear. That was the cue. After everything that happened and talked about in the car, my unbridled harassment, I don't believe that a woman, who wasn't in the mood for sex, would only be half naked, only in panties and bras, knowing that there's a "weird" inside the house. That was deliberate. I hugged her from behind, she doesn't hear refusal, on the contrary. When I wrapped my arms around your waist, going straight with my hands, to your breasts over your bra. I felt his body shaking. Her head pulled back from my neck while she released the air from within in the form of relief. I kissed her neck, face and ears, bringing her by her breasts toward me by glueling our bodies. Your height was identical to mine. It made my caresses still standing. I leaned closer to her hip, and with my right hand, I went down to her pelvis over her panties, making her glue her ass to my limb. From the volume inside my pants, I wanted to show her how excited I was. Still holding his hand on the pelvis and over his panties, with his finger I found the edge of his vaginal lips. Always kissing your neck and ears, I pushed your ass more against my ass. I scolded my limb on that ass and got paid back with a slight hip swing. I held his right arm and pulled him back, putting his hand on my limb over my pants. She pressed him, groped him, and lowered his legs, rubbed his butt from top to bottom on my limb. I opened the zipper and put your hand in my pants. We didn't say anything. Though inhibited, his breathing perfectly denounced his degree of excitement. She had her eyes closed, enjoying every second of our caresses, but her actions were of those who were shy, holding my limb paralyzed, nothing else but to hold him. You stood there waiting to see what my next move would be. I buckled my belt and fly, pulled back my body leaving my pants up to my knees, felt through my underwear the warmth of your ass in much of a mile crotch. I wanted more. I wanted to feel the heat of all that gluteus in my ass. Even if I didn't penetrate it, but I wanted to delight myself with its extension and its warmth. I was caressing her breasts, and she enjoyed that affection, and I didn't want to interrupt them and I asked her: - Get him out of his underwear. Let me feel him glued to your little ass. You do? By taking it out, she felt how much he drooled over her. I felt the warmth and softness of your hand explore and accommodate my limb and press it. She still had her eyes closed, aired again, passing her fingers over the fissure of the limb's head and spreading that lubricant. Your heart that was already beating faster, has accelerated even more. I felt the cadence, disorderly of his heart, in the hand that kept caressing his breast and nipples now stiffer still. She now caressed her buttocks with my limb, rubbing it and stirring her body hotly in search of the liquid that kept leaking her hand, butt and my abdomen. I lifted her bra above her breasts, freeing them into the hands of the scattered massage those juicy breasts. She stretched her hand over her head and pulled my hair. Turned around, offering them to suck them. I gave her nibbles that she was delirious about. mistreated her with kisses on the back of the head, descending with the tongue salivated between her breasts, I kept descending by her tanny belly, until I arrived and stopped myself in the deep navel. I pulled your panties down to the middle of your thighs. She stood there holding one hand in the laundress and made a huge effort not to get down and lie there with me. I played with her belly button until she pushed my head down, showing me the way to her sex. I started a slight descent with tongue in search of his well of desires until I found him. Despite his hand insistently pushing my head, I stood before that crotch, to appreciate my prize. There I could compare Fatima with Paulinha Despite the difference in age between mother and daughter (47 Fatima and 29 Paulinha), I saw that it was not so different from that of his daughter except for the thickness of the thighs, more advanced hip, flaccidity of skin and the little belly of Fatima, which made Fatima also attractive. For the creases, left by their age, which many call folds or wrinkles, mark exactly the parts of their body. His pubes had been shaved, not by total as Paulinha always does. There is in the mouth of Fatima a small blonde hair in the form of a mustache and hair drains, which spread throughout the rest of the yawn. It wouldn't be hard to confuse mother and daughter in the state of sexual drunkenness I was in. With their hands holding their hips and thumbs close to their vaginal lips, I opened them by exposing a small clique, which looked more like a button. I pulled my tongue over him, felt his body and legs shaking like he was shocked. I hugged them to support her and continued to suck on her clime. I sucked and got my tongue down there several times, stopping only when she asked: Please, not like this! I don't want to come like this. Shall we go to my room? I helped her lift her panties up, I lifted mine up, we walked towards her room when she turned around and said, What we're doing isn't right! Let's stop here, please. With his arm stretched out, he wanted to stay away and move alone to his room. Afraid of missing the opportunity, I pushed it. I hugged her hard, but without hurting her, pulling her to the couch that was nearby, she tried to disengage without much conviction. I saw every will and indecision I felt. I pulled her hard, falling on the couch with her sitting on me. I even hugged my legs over yours and asked: - What? What's wrong with having sex when we're craving it? Because of Pula. Are you forgetting? - It's okay. You know exactly what our relationship is. That's exactly what we're doing! We don't have a commitment to each other, quite the contrary. But she's my daughter. I can't conceive. Although it's not what Paula and I really felt for each other, our commitment was just that of sexual satisfaction. We have committed ourselves, not to let our relationship intervene in our private life. We killed our sexual thirst. That's all! I explained this to Fatima. - It's okay. What I do with Paula is what we do now. And she won't know anything about me. I said that again. Resistance was making room for desire. I know. The question is not your relationship. The problem is, for me, it's the same as cheating on my daughter. Not to mention Mazé, who is my longtime friend. I answered her smiling to break the mood. - It's okay. If you think so, it's hopeless. What we've already done can be considered treason. Again I suckled her breast, having my hair caressed dust one of her hands and the other, holding, pressing and offering me a breast to suckle. I put my right hand inside your panties, stroked your pussy, when I felt that there was no more resistance, gradually released your legs still trapped by mine. I laid her there on the couch, looking into her eyes, that most of the time they were closed, removed the only piece that wore her, her panties. There was no more resistance. I took off my boots and pants in a hurry to keep her from having another outbreak of regret. I knelt on the floor and fell in my mouth between his legs, licking from the groin to the vaginal lips, sucking one hour and another, until I opened his lips with my fingers, sucking on his yawn and stopping me licking only his climes and his vagina lips. One of the times she opened her eyes, I put my fingers in my mouth, I salived them, showing her what my intention was. Looking at her, I took my fingers to her pussy. She opened a dirty little smile, containing it as soon as I touched her pussy. I put my middle finger in my head and my thumb, played with your clitoris. Salived the fingers of the left hand, opened and caressed his lips, his pelvis. I climbed up with my tongue to her belly, belly button, ribs, neck and breasts, concentrating on the big halos, and nipples smaller than Paula's, but rather rigid. They're with the breast beak of an infant mother. She vibrated every time I went down to suck them. I was doing that to torture her. I slowly stuck my finger in the pussy, until there was nothing left outside, my fist would hit the bone cavity of your pussy. I pulled it out and put it in. She lifted her pelvis in search of my fingers. Every time I'd back off and get close to the exit, she'd climb up with her body to swallow my fingers again. That wasn't just torture for her, I was fucking horny! So much so that he was afraid to make fun of the simple introduction to Fatima, not causing it to reach his orgasm. Still with her fingers stuck in it, I went back to the left hand, opened her vagina lips exposing her little button, lowered my head again and massaged her tongue, applying soft licks. She couldn't stand more than that horny, literally pushed my head to the center of that pussy, spreading her legs to receive my head and offering me to suck that beautiful, pink and already juicy erupting pussy. I held his leg that was hanging in the air to avoid fatigue. It didn't take long and she came on my lips. Stick your tongue in to extract your nectar and drink it all. Deep with his tongue and hickeys on his grelo and pussy. This isn't exactly what she wanted. She wanted to make fun of something inside her, but she couldn't hold it. He'd come snoring quietly, stretching out on the couch and holding my head between his legs. Even though I knew she was coming, I didn't release my lips from her clitoris, I sucked my dick, and I pulled her nectar out of that pussy, but I always sucked her clito. I pressed my lips hard against those of your vagina, to release more clitoris and I suck. I wanted to put all of it, up to its trunk inside my mouth, I wanted to rip it off with my lips. She had, like, three or more orgasms in a row, with me sucking her pussy and her clit. His groans became strong but contained, they seemed grunted from a filly in heat relinquishing on the horizon. He stretched out his body for long seconds, enjoyed, relaxed, and soon afterwards held back again announcing a new joy full of spasms of his body, and contractions of his shuddering legs that imprisoned my head. I just stopped at your request. My member pressed between my crotch and his belly spilled so much pre-seminal liquid, it seemed to have come. I took my head from between his legs, held my limb, leading towards his mouth being refused. I glued the limb to her left breast, jerking off, growling the head of the stick on it, with her right hand, she spread the liquid that had been poured into her abdomen. I wanted to come on your breast, mouth, man anywhere. I wanted to enjoy that position by masturbating and growling my member in it, while wishing I was inside it. She took my limb helped me with masturbation, lifted her body without giving me a hand job. - It's okay. I'm coming, let me come on you! Stay as you were. Stay! Don't you want to come inside me? He asked me this by crossing one of his legs to the other side of my body, and he lowered his hip by lying on his back on the couch, with his feathers out, leaving me between them and my limb right next to his pussy. I told her: Yes, I do. I want to make fun of you. I'm afraid I'm gonna get you in and I can't get you out of here and this could get you pregnant. She pulled my limb to the pussy door, rubbed it off, from the bottom of the pussy to the clit and smiled and said, Relax. Go ahead. Fill her with sperm. I had tubes bandaged years ago. Wow. The penetration was smoother than I thought. I thought because she'd been away for so many years, her pussy would be tight again. Difficulting the entrance, causing him some trouble in penetration, but, entered gently, tight but without difficulty. I felt the walls of your pussy consuming my limb. I was slowing down to enjoy all that penetration. I felt the warmth of Fatima's pussy in every millimeter of my cock, even better was the position. I could see perfectly my cock gradually disappear into that cave. I had to taste the fullest of that penetration, maybe it was the one and only time. I didn't want to come so fast, I would enjoy all the time I had left inside her and who knows, make her mock me again there! That's not what happened. When I finished going through it and seeing all my cock inside that little bunch all rolled up, I didn't copulate more than two or three times and came. I came filling her cunt with shit, pulling my body over hers, who received me with a strong hug, glued my face to her breasts, and a hip lift so I could enjoy as deep as I could inside that four-year-old pussy. We were stuck together for long minutes. I didn't want to get out of it and I don't think she wanted me to leave. I was meditating on what we were still doing (not that I was sorry or that natural anger we have when we left, with one company or another, for the first time), I came to a conclusion: Like me, she's probably thinking she's the only one and last time we had sex. It won't be prudent for us to do it again, it'll be dangerous. We are the same age, her widow, needy and weakened by lack of companionship and sex, and I with my relationship already worn out by time. Don't! This can't happen again. She's right to think so. Can you imagine if Paulinha finds out? It'll be a great trauma for her as well as for Fatima. But I didn't completely satisfy myself, I want more! Not again another day, not another date, it's still early at night, I can fuck her more often and enjoy this day, make her make fun of my member inside you, it's gonna be great. We rest quiet until she asks to go to the bathroom. I noticed she wasn't in a hurry to get off my back and send me away. I turned my body to the side coming out of it. She bows her head looking at her pussy and smiles saying, Our liquids are fighting to get out of here and soil the living room floor. I just smiled with your eyes. Then she went to the bathroom. I was in the living room waiting for her to come back. On returning from the bath she bent her corpanzil between my legs kissing my nipples, making me shiver all over my body. Rarely has this happened to Mazé and some others exactly to his daughter more... That's good, there's that! From the kiss, I couldn't bear to tickle her, but I didn't interrupt her, and she smiled with the affection taking turns on my boobs. With one hand, he began to smooth my scrotum and penises with slight, sensual movements in which, Juninho would appreciate pulsating in his hand. Without letting go of my boobs, I think by reciprocating the suckling on hers, she'd shake her legs shaking her hips in the form of erotic dance. I asked: - It's okay. Where'd you learn to dance like that? Porn movies are not rented or sold only to men, you know? - You like porn? I hated it, but all those years alone, I started enjoying it with them. She'd answer, and she wouldn't stop sucking or holding my boobs with two of her fingers. Her breasts not so hard, still attractive to desired, hanging with sleeping beaks, invited me to a caress, did not make me beg. The slight touches of my hands on them, the beaks stiffened visibly, making them even more inviting. I pressed one after another, I was going to lift up the body to cuff them and I was restrained by it, forcing myself to remain attached to the couch. And I said, - It's okay. Now I understand why it wasn't so hard to penetrate you. You masturbate, don't you? She looked at me with an unbelieving look, saying: Of course! If I watch porn and I have no one, what else could I do? - What do you masturbate with? Do you have any consolation? Don't! I don't. I use my fingers, the hairbrush handle, the deodorant glass or even the soap. He said that smiled down. - It's okay. If I ask you to masturbate dancing with you now, will you do this for me to see? She stopped rolling, stopped manipulating my boobs not my testicles and penis, and said, A Streep? Don't! It's not like that. I'm rolling because I'm happy. And masturbate to what if I have this little thing to use. I said that, and you fucked me. - Masturbate you will... I love a woman coming to masturbate. Suck my cock! You're asking too much. - What? Why? Is it too much to ask me to see how you do it? Nope. But sucking dick does. This is too much for me. I was weird and I doubted: - You want to tell me you've never done one before? You've never had a blowjob. Nope. But you know how to do it? Don't you feel like it? Yeah. But I don't want to. Then she left the caress on my breasts, leading her hand to her snoop and the other manipulating my limb. I released her breasts to free her body and delight in what she did. Slowly she was lifting her body and manipulating her vagina. I was better off sitting on the couch. Your little pussy was within my reach. I saw perfectly the movements of your fingers in the pussy. She manipulated the little clitoris and her vaginal lips. I approached her pussy, held her hand bringing her to my mouth, sucked her and salived her fingers repositioning then back the pussy helping her put the indicator inside the xanana. How beautiful to see that finger moving in and out of that wonderful crack. Without taking her fingers off the pussy, she started a slight swing with her hip. Your little pussy got in my face. I tried to run my tongue over my fingers and lubricate them again. She used her other hand, opened her pussy by discovering her clime, and I took it, and I passed my tongue on it, and I breast-fed what I could. Oh, my God, it was so good to smell that pussy. I removed her mouth from her pussy and she went back to her hip. Slowly he turned his ass over to my face. She literally glued her ass to my face, twirled around, growling and offering herself to my tongue. I was trying to reach his orifice with tongue. Impossible mission! When I hit my ass, she was moving to one side, depriving me of that pleasure. I pulled the body back and masturbated, watching her roll around and jerk off her little pussy. When I couldn't bear the excitement, I held her by the hip, separating her buttocks with my thumbs, I put my tongue in and salted her ass from top to bottom, from bottom to top, I touched the fingers that masturbated the pussy. I focused on my ass. I salived my tongue by pushing my saliva into that delicious hole, smelled, sucked and sucked that hot ass. She's back on her feet messing with what I was doing. I tried to keep it safe and put my tongue back in it without success. She hasn't stopped rolling around that beautiful ass. The moment she bent her body forward, exposing all her ass and pussy, she saw the dirty face between her legs, smiling at me. I went back to masturbating, and I couldn't stand it, and I was going to get up to get into it, and when she came up with that ass, sitting on my chest, putting me still on the couch. She rubbed her ass and pussy on my chest, spreading her vaginal fluid in my body, gradually went down until it hit my penis with the pussy. He brushed the pussy in his head a few times, doing the same thing on his ass. My brain screwed up with the possibility of eating that ass until then unimaginable by me. Every time I thought of Fatima, I imagined fucking her pussy or even, cum in her mouth, I never thought of screwing her. I thought this would be impossible, that your modesty would not accept such a form of sex, I was afraid to put everything to waste in case I considered this possibility. She kept enjoying herself, now with the trunk of my cock between the pulps of her ass, he slid softly into that hot, now moist water with my seminal liquid. To test as far as she was going she would accept caresses in that place, I salived and put a finger on her ass door, I did not introduce it, I let her, if she wished, do it for me. There wasn't even a reaction against that caress. She came in with her little ass trying to wrap my finger, which was pulling back hard from her ass not getting the introduction, forced and stuck, putting only her finger head. She hasn't stopped rubbing my dick in her water, I've forced my finger more on that ass, halfway in. In that position I couldn't put more than half of it, it wasn't possible. I moved the finger inside her anus, which made her stop with the upward movement of descent, to feel the sensation. I took it to hug her by the hip and with the other hand, reach her pussy and masturbate her at the same time, the pussy and the anus. She lowered her body against mine, making anal affection impossible. I grabbed her by the shoulders forced her body back up again. When your little ass was up to my eyeballs, I held your hips to suck your ass again. That smell got me drunk! She was almost pooping to get the cari