Party with my son.

All these stories come from homes that are sent to us, homes in which we know and know the truth. Hi, my name is Aline, I'm 42 years old, I'm married almost 23 and I have two beautiful children, Rodrigo, 22 years old and Leticia, 19 years old. My relationship with your father was almost over when everything happened, changing the course of our family. My husband met me young, beautiful, living. He brought me to happy harbor and got me a job, I'm grateful to him for that, but in compensation was getting used to the daily routine and we stopped almost completely to go out and relate. Who lives long married knows how it is, until my son Rodrigo turned 20. Rodrigo is an attractive boy, tall, athletic because he likes to work out a lot and at the time he already had a reputation for eating. He usually goes to the gym every day, and only misses if he has something more important to do. He had a girlfriend at the time of the incident, but did not give much ball to her. One day, Rodrigo had a fight with his girlfriend and called me to go out, just to not miss the trip. I put on a normal outfit and we went for a walk through the neighborhood square, but in the end I told him that I liked it very much. The simple lack of it caused emotion. He then promised that we would go out another day. The other day, still fighting with my girlfriend, my son called me for a walk and I warned my husband. He is quite jealous, because I am an attractive woman, blonde, delicate face, medium height, medium to large breasts, thick thighs, white skin and especially a butt to attract the attention of any man. I'm not bragging, but I think I'm beautiful for my age. My husband is very jealous, but when it comes to Rodrigo he lets me go, knowing that my son will take care of me. So I dressed better and we went. The day was great again. We promised to repeat. The other weekend he took me to the mall and on Sunday to the cinema. Needless to say, we had a lot of fun together. Until one day, there was a party in the small square of the neighborhood, in front of a nice bar, and Rodrigo called me to go. I called his father to go with us, but he was tired (he does not like to go out), so I got dressed and went out with my son. I put on a black dress, which was falling off, and a gold belt, with high camisole heels. I was a mess, but my husband didn't care, because it was close to home and I was well accompanied. Rodrigo wore a light blue shirt, basic, and a darker pair of jeans. He's a handsome guy and we made a beautiful couple. Anyone who didn't know us would think we were lovers, so even some men respected the look. We arrived and we chose a table in the middle of the people. At that time I did not do that, so I agreed to drink with my son. We ordered a beer, then another and another. The party was lively, with families from the region. Rodrigo invited me to dance and I did not see any harm in it. At the foot of the table we even danced, glued, and it was the first time I saw Rodrigo looking inside my cleavage. I said: That dress is kind of immoral, isn't it? What's the matter, you look beautiful in it! I don't know how your father let me come with him. What's the problem? It's very flashy. It's you, not the dress. I laughed and we continued to dance. At the end of the song, we sat down at the table and drank again, but Rodrigo did not stop looking at me. I was a little embarrassed, but I pretended not to see. We drank the fourth, the fifth, and he asked me to dance again. Once again I accepted and we were glued, very excited. Rodrigo looked at my generous neck and I pretended to look at the sides, to disguise. Then something happened that I did not expect, I began to feel something grow in my belly, coming from his pants. But thank God the music stopped at the exact moment and I felt quickly. Rodrigo also sat down and asked if he could come to my side. So far he was sitting in front of me, but he claimed that it was to see the singer better. I agreed and he put the chair next to mine. My dress was short and it was showing my thighs. Rodrigo served our glasses and leaned to my side, supporting one of the hands there. I disguised watching the show, but I felt his hand heavy on my leg. The waiter came to bring another beer, but he did not take his hand off and when he started to go down to the middle of it. It came down even further, with his fingers on the inside, and I started to get nervous, because under the dress I was wearing sounded like a small panty. I was very nervous, looking everywhere, because I could have many acquaintances there, but I didn't say anything waiting to see where he wanted to go. Fortunately the waiter who had brought the beer came back, to ask if we wanted anything, and I put my hand on his leg and squeezed with my nails. My son realized and raised his hand more. We started to drink freely after that. I to pass the nervousness and he to take courage I think. Rodrigo would take my hand from my leg to my waist and pull me to him, giving a kiss on the face, and saying that I was beautiful. I thanked and went back to my seat. By the tenth beer, I was already a little high and people might have noticed, my son grabbed me by the waist and said I looked beautiful in my ear. I laughed and he looked at me strangely. I decided to be more direct and said: If I ask you something, won't you be upset? "No, you can ask", he said. Is it just me, or are you hitting on me? He laughed and said: If you're saying... I was silent, drinking some of the beer, he then took courage and said: If I do, what's the problem? <unk> No <unk> I said <unk> It's just a little weird, don't you think? "I don't know", he said. I smiled at the answer and remained silent, with the ring showing it matching the accessories of the dress and the earring. He couldn't resist and said: I don't like it here. "Why?" I asked. Are you enjoying yourself? I'm in love with you! But everyone knows us, no one can do anything that everyone looks at... <unk> That's true <unk> I agreed. Rodrigo then suggested to take me to another place and I wanted to know where, he said it was a nightclub where he played all kinds of electronic music, including funk, and always took his girlfriend. I reminded him that we had to return early, but he said that I never do such a thing, could enjoy a little. I agreed with him, a little afraid, but I decided to ask for the bill while he was looking for the car. When my son arrived, I got in the car and we went to another party. I was enjoying that one, but I was suspicious that Rodrigo wanted to take me somewhere I didn't know. The nightclub was ideal. When we arrived it was crowded, I went in front of him, holding his hand, and I had no way of knowing anyone, because it was dark too. He said: Would you like something to drink? Don't you think we've had enough to drink? <unk> Have no limits today... <unk> he said and I smiled at him, maliciously. We went to the drink line and he was glued to me, giving me kisses on the face. I don't need to say how my panties were at that moment. Totally wet with those compliments and caresses. When we grabbed two beers, we started to circle around the party, among the people, and Rodrigo took a position behind me, like my boyfriend. No one was hitting on me, so they just watched me go by. He was playing a very agitated electronic music and I turned around, put my arms around his neck, and started to dance for him. Rodrigo just stared at me, with a cheeky smile on his face, and when I finished I took him by the hand and we went further into the crowd. Rodrigo began to compliment me in my ear, but this time it was compliments about my body, saying that I was beautiful and that I looked great in that little dress. "Do you think so?" I asked. I think so. It's your father's favorite. I only said it to provoke, but Rodrigo went crazy with it, looking at my body. I doubt you like it any more than I do! How will I know? "I'll show you!" he said. I laughed. Yes, I will. So I started dancing around him and my son put me in front of him, gently with his hands on my waist. I started to feel his body on mine and something touching behind me. It was his dick. I cozied up more and I could feel the pressure on both sides of my butt. It was huge and he was stuffing his pants. I looked back smiling and Rodrigo smiled too. We pretended that nothing was happening and we went on like this. He started to pull me to him while I rolled my butt. I couldn't stand it and I looked at him again, just turning my head and gently passing my hand through his hair. I said: I'm curious. He said: I'm looking forward to seeing you naked. I was astonished at this and opened my mouth wide, laughing at what he had said, while he laughed cynically as well. Is that what you're telling me? I'm sorry, I think I'm already full of shit. "Just a little bit!" I laughed, and we went on like this. He held me by the waist and I danced rolling my ass on his dick as if we were a couple. I asked with a smile: Do you like it? You know I think you're very hot! "Oh dear"... I said, turning to him and putting my arms around his neck. We didn't care who was around and we started kissing, a kiss on the mouth, on the tongue, terribly passionate. My son's hand would slide down my body and the other hand would squeeze one of my breasts, and I would kiss his wet lips and say his name softly, moaning into his mouth. I'm going to... "I want you in bed!" he said. You know we can't. Why? I raised my left hand and showed him the ring. I'm committed. We laughed, and Rodrigo gave me another kiss in return. "Seriously, we have to go back". I said, looking at the time, and my son agreed, guiding me out of the club. We walked to the car, we paid for the flannel, and after we got in we couldn't hold on any longer. We kissed passionately again and Rodrigo left my dress at the height of my belly. He kissed me and looked at my panties, white and perfectly marking the bouquet. "Oh, what a passion!" he said. We have to control ourselves. Rodrigo then moved away and unbuttoned his trousers, lowered the zipper and pulled the hard stick out of his underwear. It was huge! A thick roll of youth, and I got water in my mouth, looking with my mouth open with the dress on my stomach. I said: Rodrigo, what a huge thing! He laughed and looked at the time on his cell phone. Did your dad call? Yes, four missed calls. He's going to kill us. No, I can explain. <unk> It's better to call, isn't it? <unk> I said. Rodrigo returned the call and after a while my husband answered. He seemed to be waking up (it was 2 in the morning) and I couldn't resist that scene and with my left hand, I touched my son's cock. Rodrigo looked at me smiling, smoothing his hot member. His cock was thick, I tried to hold it, but my fingers hardly closed it. I pulled the leather gently down, making the red head fully appear. What a beautiful sight! Rodrigo held my head and pulled it down, but I didn't want to do that, at least while he was talking on his cell phone. He pulled it again and I leaned on his bench, making a sign of silence. Then I gave a little kiss on the head and held his stick by the base. I was going to do that! I started a kiss on my son, just because he was talking to my husband. I was at the time with accumulated resentment and I think that was a major factor for everything to happen as it happened. Rodrigo did not sketch a reaction, but immediately turned off the connection and watched me suck. I looked at him, with his stick halfway in my mouth, and bent my legs on the bench to improve. He smoothed my back and lifted my dress, exposing my butt. "We have to go somewhere", he said. I can't get home. I know. He said, "Let's go to a motel". On the way, Rodrigo found a motel and drove in. Whether we're doing the right thing? Do you have to? I nodded my head that I didn't, so he said, So we have to do whatever we want. Rodrigo got out of the car and came to open the door for me in the garage, and we had another passionate kiss, and he lowered my falling tomara, releasing my breasts, and he looked at me and said, I've been wanting to see that here for a long time! He laughed and said: <unk> Take the key... <unk> turning me in and coming after me. I opened the door with difficulty, with my son taking off my dress, and as soon as it opened he made me raise my arms and take off completely. I was only in my underwear, knowing the room. He looked at my body, with my underwear digging into his butt and forming the largest bundle in front, and said: Today you're going to be mine...I'm going to show you that beautiful bouquet! I asked, seeing the volume of his trousers, he came down and pulled it out again, pointing at the ceiling. Oh, what I wish! <unk> Also, with a buzzer like that! I laughed when I heard that and put my hand on his waist, facing him, showing: Do you like it? I love that! Is he going to eat everything? <unk> Logical! <unk> he said, laying me on the bed, while I was saying that I didn't know if he would stand it, looking at his bearded dick. He said: if this sketch doesn't fit me, no one else can stand it! Rodrigo laughed at me, seeing that I was nervous and hot, and took off my panties slowly, looking good. I've got the big, hairy, big, swollen lips and a pretty pink clitoris. Rodrigo kissed my thighs and went up there. I tried to take it off, but he insisted and I held his head by his hair for fear of making fun of him. It was an incredible feeling, which I had never felt in my life, and after a while I was already rubbing the bouquet on my son's face. Enjoy! <unk>Enjoy!<unk> "Enjoy it", I said. Rodrigo laughed, seeing me tremble. He climbed further into the bed, with his very hard stick, and positioned himself between my legs. I felt his head swollen in the back of my cave and I squeezed his shoulders as he bounced. I was opening up again. I hadn't had sex for a long time, I looked like a virgin to my son. He stuck almost everything in, making me squeeze his body. Then he took everything out and pushed everything back now slowly, milking the whole bottle inside. Once again I felt a new sensation and an enormous pressure on the lips of the bottle. I felt full. My son's cock was huge, all honey and saliva, sticking into my open bottle. She was getting pleasure, but squeezing a little at the exit. Rodrigo then accelerated the insertions and I began to scream. I wasn't moaning in the motel, I was screaming! I was afraid someone would know us, I tried to be discreet, but at that moment it was impossible and I surrendered to the noise. I screamed holding his thigh and scratching his back. Rodrigo put his whole stick in me and took it out! Vac, Vaac, Vaac, Vaac, Vaac, Vaac... I'm on my knees! At that moment, my son didn't say anything. He leaned his body, put one of my breasts in his mouth, and continued the movement. He sucked a little bit of my lip, but I couldn't hold it. Stop it! What is it? You are joking. I enjoyed it again, for the second time, this time on his dick, and I can say without a doubt that it was the greatest pleasure of my life. Rodrigo put me on all fours and made fun of me by rubbing and pressing his dick on my ass without any chance of him fitting in my ass, but I can say that the best thing in my life was going to the motel with my son. While we were getting dressed quickly, because of the schedule, looking at his dick that even soft was huge, I said: I can't believe I could stand it all, because it was really huge! My bouquet was burning and I felt stretched so we went back home. Arriving there my husband was sleeping sweetly and Rodrigo even came to the door to give me a kiss on the mouth, very fast. I told him to sit here and we went to sleep!!! P.S. If you want to have a real life experience , call us on our whatsapp: 54 96413907 When I call and if there is a contrary case will be blocked in the hour... For the lonely, if they call, they'll be blocked...