Mae and son a couple pt2

Home of the Erotic Tales What is it ? My son, my man, my everything! An erotic story by Luana Mãe I 'm a straight guy . This Decision shall enter into force on the day following that of its publication in the Official Journal of the European Union. Subjects: love, married couple, son, heterosexual, incest, mother Read comments (8) Add to favorites Report When I woke up after that night that I kissed Giuliano for the first time to teach him to kiss as he had asked me and I cried a lot before going to sleep because I got excited during the kiss feeling his big hard member and then masturbated thinking about him, Giuliano had arranged breakfast and was waiting for me beautifully to have coffee together. Good afternoon, Mother. <unk> Good morning son, I spoke somewhat restrained. I made coffee for you. I see my son. You're taking very good care of me. Thank you. I'm very happy today now that I've learned how to kiss. I was no longer under the influence of wine and was ashamed. Now you can get a girlfriend. <unk> Calm down mom. It's not just for the kiss. I still have to learn a lot of things and slowly you will teach me. When I know everything, I can try to clean up. I'm still too young. Don't you think? You don't have to hurry. I said that, but my concern was that without a girlfriend, he would want to learn other, more complicated things, leaving me with no way to deny it, and that situation scared me, but I couldn't put pressure on him or it would get worse. We went out to lunch together and he kept holding my hand and hugging me. In the evening he invited me to a small bar where there was live music and a dance floor and I accepted, because I was in the process of regaining my self-esteem and joy after the separation. I dressed beautifully, without exaggeration, and Giuliano loved praising me all the time. He just didn't like the looks of the men showing a jealousy above the normal of a son. We had a few drinks and we were very happy when he wanted to dance and Giuliano accompanied me. And after a while a slow music started and we joined our bodies and it didn't take long until I felt Giuliano's erection next to my body. And I got excited again and I got totally wet and I felt guilty and I wanted to interrupt. Giuliano, let's rest for a while. Instead of letting go he held me even tighter and closer to his body. I want to dance like this with my girlfriend, and don't forget that everyone here thinks we're boyfriends. I looked at him surprised and frightened, but I liked the determined and domineering way he took on showing that he was evolving in his effort to be less shy and knowing that I was helping him in that direction, I accepted. Okay, let's stay a little while longer. My agreement was the green light for him to fit even more into me and without being able to resist that pleasant and warm contact I began, against my will, to feel even more pleasure with that situation. My hope was that those slow songs would end soon, but they did not. Giuliano took advantage of the situation. And when I dislodged from his chest where my head was resting and looked into his eyes he began to come towards me as if to kiss me and I despaired. Don't do that Giuliano, I said trying to get away without being able, caught by your strong arms. I just want to see if I got it right, Luana. I taught you to do that with a girlfriend. So that's exactly what I'm doing here I'm her boyfriend and look how they kiss next to us I looked around, and many couples were kissing passionately, but I was still trying to resist. We can't, Giuliano, this is going too far. Poxa Luana, I just want to know if I learned it right. And looking at me with a pleading look, I couldn't resist. All right, just for tonight. Thank you my love, you spoke to me with a beautiful smile. And he came and touched my lips and began to kiss and the worst thing is that he had learned right and it was delicious because he was kissing my son I was tense to be in public, even though there were no acquaintances of ours in that place, but slowly with Giuliano's body next to mine and his sweet kiss I was relaxing. My excitement grew and grew, my panties wouldn't notice me, and I could feel my fluids running down my legs, and I would have to get out of the way as soon as I was done dancing, and I would try to take a break in our kiss and walk away, but he would kiss me back, and it would go on like that for about 15 minutes, and then the slow music would stop, and even though I was loving it, I was glad it was over, because I felt bad that I was enjoying it. As soon as it was over, I went straight to the bathroom to take a leak and my fluids were almost up to my knees showing the degree of excitement that I had gotten. Feeling guilty, as soon as I went back to our table, I wanted to leave and when we got to our house I said good night and went to my room where I locked myself. I cried again for the whole situation and even with a lot of desire I did not have the courage to masturbate because I would surely think about my son and I would feel dirty. I needed to put an end to that situation and talk to him as soon as possible. I slept with difficulty and I woke up very late that Sunday. So late that I did not take the coffee that Giuliano had prepared again and left on the table. He was not at home because he had gone to spend the Sunday with his father and alone he did not stop thinking about our situation. And I decided that as soon as he arrived I would have a serious and definitive conversation with him. When he arrived almost at night he was quiet, unlike the other times when he came from his father's house. I was determined to talk to him and did not delay. Hey son, was everything all right with your father? Yes, mother, as always. You seem sad. It's all right. I need to talk to you, Giuliano. It's all right, mother, you can talk. Son, we have to stop this. I can't teach you anymore how to deal with a woman. You're going too far. I thought he was going to protest, but he accepted without saying a word, leaving me puzzled. I was just doing it to help you out of the sadness that you were in. And you've been a great help to my son. I've been thinking about it all day, too. I was surprised and wanted to know what he was talking about. Ah, son, what did you think? Mom, I've been thinking a lot, and I think it would be better for both of us if I went to live with my dad. I was so shocked that immediately tears started flowing from my eyes, and I couldn't speak for a while trying to process it, but I did. What are you talking about son? Why this now? What have I done? You didn't do anything, Mom, the problem is me. I don't want to be without you here. It's very complicated, Mom, beautiful as you are, you'll find someone and you won't be alone anymore. I want to know why, Giuliano. I noticed Giuliano taking a deep breath. It's going to be very difficult for me and for you. Giuliano, it sounds like something terrible. You know what it is mom. You know that I think we are soul mates. And I love you much more than a son. I love you as a woman and I love you as a woman. And because I know that you will never accept this and I will never stop feeling what I feel, I think it is better for me and for you to be apart. If we stay together, or I can do something that you do not want and hurt you or I will suffer too much seeing you without being able to carry forward what I feel for you. That's it. Forgive me. I didn't feel my body at his revelation. I knew that he felt something for me, but not that it was so intense. And like few times in my life I didn't know what to do or what to say. I just cried thinking about the situation. Finally after a while I was able to say a few words. You're a very young son, it's common for children to feel this way about their mothers. <unk> I've read all about it Mom. And my feeling is very different from that Oedipus complex that you talk about so much. It won't go away and it will only get worse if I stay with you. Please understand me. I know that you spoke just now that you want to end this because you are feeling bad about my insistence. So this is the best solution for both of us. No Giuliano. You're my only son and I love you too much. I can't bear to be without you. Now that things were getting better for me. Don't do this to me. <unk> If I don't do this now mom, I might do things that you will hate me. I'm sorry, I also didn't want to leave you alone, but mostly I don't want you to hate me. Please Giuliano, I'll do whatever you want and I'll never hate you. And taking a courage I did not know, Giuliano was even more direct. No mother, you will not do what I want, because I want you to be my wife even though you are my mother, and I know that you will never accept this situation. Desperate and not knowing what to do or how to convince him, I appealed emotionally. Please Giuliano, give me more time to recover better and so we can have time to talk more calmly. He felt the thud because I was begging him for a favor. I'll move out in three months, just in time for you to get better. Thank you son. We had no more mood to continue that conversation and each of us went to his room with a lot of sadness in his heart. I had started that conversation thinking of giving up on Giuliano and in the end she had turned against me. I even regretted that I had brought it up, but I realized from what Giuliano said, that he would always want more from our relationship and I was not prepared to have anything more with my son. I couldn't sleep at night thinking about all of that, about Giuliano leaving, about being alone in that big house, but the worst part was thinking about how my son felt about me, not about me, but about him not being like other young people his age, enjoying life and dating, because he felt something special for his mother, and I had no idea how I was going to get out of that situation. The next few days were terrible because we became distant. Giuliano avoided being alone with me. We no longer talked pleasantly about the subjects that we liked. I felt that he was afraid of being with me. Afraid of doing something that would make me feel bad. And trying not to make me feel bad, he made me feel worse. And I couldn't stand that anguish, so one day I started drinking wine to relax, and when he came and passed me at full speed so I wouldn't have to face him. Giuliano, come here for a second. What is it, mother? Come and join me, my love, let's have some wine to relax and talk. It's been a long time since we talked. He was never one to drink wine, but unexpectedly accepted it and seemed tense. It's all right, Mom. I'm studying a lot and I'm stressed. He served himself and sat next to me on the sofa and we started talking like we hadn't in a long time. And the conversation got so good that we drank without noticing getting very happy and laughing for nothing. Giuliano complained a lot about the tension of the studies, so I offered to do a massage on his back and neck and accepting sat on the floor between my legs with his back to me taking off his shirt. I was wearing a dress up to my thighs that I had to pull up to my knees so that I could open them and he sat there and I realized that he took a good look at the part that appeared. I started massaging that body sculpture. A broad, muscular, smooth back, delighted to be caressed. I didn't have enough strength for a stronger massage, so it was a mixture of massage and caress. And I was high on alcohol and against my will I started to excite myself. I had already thought of countless ways to keep Giuliano living with me, but many went beyond the boundary between mother and son and I could not accept. Afraid of losing him if he went to live with his father, rejoicing over wine and taking an irresponsibility unprecedented for me, I began to talk to Giuliano while massaging his back. And it helped a lot the fact that he was not looking at me. Giuliano, my son, are you still determined to go live with your father? I'll miss you because I love you so much. He was a little looser to talk to because of the wine. I wanted so much for you to stay here with me. I know, Mother, but it's already decided. So with trembling hands and a chill in my stomach, I made my proposal, a proposal that I had fought day after day not to make, because I knew it wouldn't be right, and as a mother I couldn't accept, but to hold my beloved son by my side in that moment of loneliness, I made my proposal. Giuliano, I've been thinking, if you stay here at home, I can keep teaching you how to behave with a woman until you get a girlfriend, but without crossing boundaries that mothers and children can't cross. He turned his face slightly towards me, totally surprised, not believing what I was saying, and tried to show that he hadn't been shaken. I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do, because I'll feel terrible. And there are many things that a man and a woman do that you still need to teach me. Then you'll regret it and so will I. Better to go live with my father right away. I had stopped with the massage and looking at him sitting on the floor I made the hardest decision of my life. Son, I've thought about all of this. We can continue with this learning of yours until you have your girlfriend. Within my limits. What do you think? <unk> Oh mom, you know I love you and I'd do anything to be with you. We can try that way. But to be very honest with you, I'm in no hurry to get a girlfriend. Maybe it'll take a while. Still, do you stumble? Giuliano, if you want to stay with me, I'll accept, but if I get a boyfriend, we'll stop, too, and our normal life will continue as it has always been, with my work and your studies, or else it's all over. I wanted to leave a few possibilities open, so that if I needed to interrupt, I could come up with an excuse to shut it down. I'll never interfere with your happiness. At this he rose from the floor and with his bare breast lifted me up and holding me by the waist next to his masculine body, gave me a delicious kiss. Although I was loving that kiss I was worried about what might come next, because we were cheerful. He restrained himself and didn't even feel his hard member and after a couple of minutes, Giuliano stopped the kiss and walked away. So it's decided mother. I'll continue living here with you. I love you very much. It's a pity that you're not my real girlfriend. And he gave me a stamp. I'm going to sleep very well tonight. I couldn't believe that he was satisfied with just that kiss. Between disappointed and happy I couldn't stop thinking about how it would be from then on. And I couldn't stop myself and I masturbated thinking about him possessing me and I enjoyed one of the best pleasures of my life masturbating. And as always, a tremendous remorse came after the pleasure. In those moments I thought that I should get someone as soon as possible to relieve myself sexually and stop thinking about my son. But something deep inside of me stopped me. In the days that followed everything seemed to have returned to normal. We had our pleasant conversations in the afternoon as mother and son and we went for a walk and at most he held my hand without moving. Not even the kisses on the mouth he tried again. This tranquility calmed me down thinking that it would be less difficult than I had imagined, but I was wrong. One Friday, coming back from a dinner where we had a little too much to drink, as soon as we got home he called me to the side of the pool to look at the sky that was beautiful that night. I was wearing a light summer dress up to the chinks that accompanied the curves of my body. As we went out to the balcony he held me to the side with his hand on my waist. Look how beautiful the sky is, Mother, and what a delightful night, especially accompanied by a woman as beautiful as you. You look beautiful, son, and thank you for the compliment. You're really beautiful, the most beautiful woman I know. Oh, my God, that's too much, son. But she's a mother. And then he turned to me, and he put his arms around me, and he started kissing me, and I tried to resist. No, not Giuliano. You promised me mother. I thought about what he said, and I didn't want to start that arrangement of ours by denying him a kiss that would make him sad, so I gave in, and I went to meet him to kiss him, leaving him with a beautiful smile before my lips touched his. We began a kiss that was getting more and more delicious as Giuliano got more and more practice and then I felt his hard member squeezing on my stomach. And he was not trying to disguise. He slowly went down his hands to my butt and grabbed it willingly pulling me closer to his body. That touch and that sweet kiss from Giuliano left me completely bewildered and wet, but also distressed. Giuliano, I said in a scolding tone. Don't worry, Mom, it's not going to get any better than that, it's just a bunch of boyfriends. For those of you who say you need to learn how to date, you're very smart. He gave me a sly smile. I promise mom, I won't go through with it. And he kissed me again and he held my ass and he squeezed his big, strong fingers into my flesh, and I was tremendously excited, feeling the moisture in the middle of my legs, and if at that moment he tried to move forward, he would have given in, and fortunately he kept his promise, and we stood in that heap for about 10 minutes in the starlight, and then when he let me go, he looked into my eyes. Mom, tonight I want to sleep with you. I looked at him scared and horrified and before I said anything. You don't have to be scared, just go to sleep, I promise. With relief, I remembered that we had slept in the same bed many times before, but when I was married and we slept like mother and son without any sexual connotation. It's all right, Giuliano, but it's just sleep. Just one last good night kiss and then I'll go to sleep, I promise. We'll each go to his room and change into what we always wear to sleep, me a baby doll and him boxers and a T-shirt. In bed, I was lying on my back on the mattress and he leaned over me and gave me a delicious good night kiss. Lying tightly against me he pulled me to himself. Let's sleep together, mother. I thought we'd sleep like we always do, son. I want to feel you close to me, just sleep, I swear. And he pulled me so that I lay with my head between his chest and his strong arm. I stood on my side and with my leg bent over his. It was delicious to sleep again with a smelly and beautiful man and that man being my beautiful son. I felt comfortable and slowly Giuliano began to caress my hair and after listening to him say that he loved me I slept deliciously on his chest. When I woke up the next morning we were already well separated in bed and seeing him there still sleeping I felt very good and happy that he made me sleep on his chest stroking my hair last night without trying to do anything else. It had been my best night of sleep after the separation. And I thought that if he wanted to sleep with me again I would allow it. As long as it was only to sleep like that night. Slowly, in his affectionate way, he helped me get through the breakup, and his company was delicious, and I no longer worried about picking someone up, at least for a while. Since it was a weekend, we had our Saturday and Sunday, Giuliano avoided going to his father's house just to be with me, and when we visited my parents, he went to see his grandparents, but that weekend we had no appointment. I changed, I put on a bikini to enjoy the pool, and I made coffee waiting for him to wake up, and when he woke up, we made our coffee and I invited him to sunbathe with me, which he never liked, and neither did I, because my very white, red skin burns so much, but I would stay in the sun until I wasn't very strong, and then I would go to the shade under a tree, and when he refused, I covered him and went over his emotional blackmail. <unk> Giuliano, if your girlfriend asks you to go with her to the pool or the beach you better go. So besides showing that you like her, you don't make her available to another suitor. That's one of the lessons to be a good boyfriend that you should learn. Pay attention to your girlfriend and stay with her whenever you have no other commitment. <unk> You're right mother. If I were your boyfriend, as beautiful as you are, I would never leave you alone. I would be very jealous to leave you alone because it would rain man on you. So I will sunbathe with you. We lay on the couch, and Giuliano kept his eyes on me in a little blue bikini that matched my whiteness and blond hair, so I responded to his praise. It's only because you're my son. It's not not mom. Besides beautiful, your red hair draws attention you're also very nice......excuse me mom. I've said too much. I noticed you got very inhibited. Do you really think I'm that thing you were going to talk about? Imagine mother, your whiteness is the perfect combination with your body and your hair, you have beautifully twisted thighs, a sarcastic belly and beautiful curves, besides eyes, mouth... I didn't know you thought all this of me. Now you've made my self-esteem very high. Thank you son. I only told the truth, Mother. And he sort of thought out loud. Too bad I can't have you as a real girlfriend. What Giuliano? I'm sorry, Mom. I was thinking out loud. It was an accident. Really. I can't deny that I felt very good about everything he said. If a handsome man like that at the age of 19 thought that I was beautiful and attractive at the age of 33 I could only be happy. Even if that man was my son. And in fact I was a little more than happy. I was excited and felt my bikini wet. But as always, came the guilt for feeling this excitement with my son. After a while I hear the voice of Giuliano. Mother of God, your skin is getting very red. I'll help you and pass the protector. Do you want? I felt a chill in my spine and my pussy had a spasm of excitement. I was already aroused and with Giuliano's hands all over my body I didn't know if I could control myself so as not to show that I was horny. I could even joke since I always had very easy orgasms. And to avoid temptation I should avoid that trap. No need, Giuliano, thank you. If you don't want to, that's fine, Mom, but isn't that what I'd have to do with my girlfriend? Yeah, you were perfect, but I'm gonna get out of the sun. And I had no choice but to go and sit in a chair on our balcony and he came after me. All right, son, now I won't get burned. I love that whitish skin of yours, and when I have a girlfriend, I want her to have skin like yours, and if it's possible for her to be a redhead, because I love that hair of yours. Today you took the day to praise me son. It's good to stop or I'll get used to it. Mom, I'm just telling the truth, and you deserve every compliment. Always praise your girlfriend like that. She'll love it like I'm loving it. So much so that you deserve a gift today. You can ask for anything you want. When I offered, I naively thought Giuliano would ask for a special dish of food, or a candy or even a new outfit, but what he asked for baffled me. I want to sleep with you again, but this time I want you to sleep only in lingerie. I looked at him in amazement. I thought you were going to order a sweet or some special Giuliano dish. You didn't tell me what I needed to be a mother. I think it's a little too much, Giuliano. We slept together last night, Mom, and I've seen you in your underwear and your bra, a few times, but I've seen you, and it's gonna be just like last night, except instead of you being in your shorts and your blouse, you're gonna be in your underwear and your bra, and I promise we're just gonna sleep like last night, and I just want to get the feeling that I would have with a girl in lingerie sleeping with me and see what it's like. I was no longer worried about what Giuliano might or might not try. I was worried about myself. If I didn't demonstrate the excitement I would feel in this situation. Last night it had already been difficult not to demonstrate my excitement and in my underwear and bra with him hugging me and stroking my hair it would be even worse. Seeing that I was hesitating he charged. Mother, it was you who said that I deserved a gift and could choose. If you don't want to fulfill my request, don't. As soon as he finished speaking, he made a face of disappointment and sadness, certainly as emotional blackmail, but he was right. It's all right, Giuliano, I'll keep my promise, but it has to be the same as yesterday. You're going to be a mother, I promise. We had lunch, and then the day went on, and I could see Giuliano's anxiety, and to tell you the truth, so could I. In my head, I had already chosen the lingerie I was going to wear so I wouldn't look provocative, but being a woman, I didn't want to look ugly either. After dinner, having another glass of wine, we talked and hurried Giuliano wanted to go to bed saying that he was going to take a bath. Being alone I couldn't help but do the same and went to my bathroom. And thinking about what would happen from there I just got excited and under the shower I started touching myself thinking again about Giuliano. His athletic, strong and beautiful body. His green eyes and his sweet mouth. And if he wasn't my son, even being older, I could certainly have something with him. When I woke up from this delirium I was with a finger on my small clitoris, but very sensitive and a hand holding one and I despaired that I was thinking about Giuliano. I felt dirty and sinful and looked too sad. I cried a lot and had to face the bathroom. I waited in the bathroom until my big eyes behaved better. When I chose a shorts that looked much bigger than my underwear, I was choosing one that matched my shorts. Yet when I released Giuliano to come to my room, when he saw me lying in bed he opened his mouth admiring me. You could be a model. With the remorse I felt in the shower, I didn't want to talk too much. Thank you son, come to bed, let's sleep. When he lay down next to me, he tried to kiss me good night, but I only gave him a little stamp. Let's go to sleep. He was a little surprised, but he agreed. It's all right, Mom, but come lie here on my chest like yesterday. I got close to his body, and my skin itched, and unlike the night before, I could see that his huge, fat member underneath his underpants was hard, most likely from seeing me in that lingerie. Turn off the light, Giuliano. As soon as he put it out, he began to caress my hair, but he was a little more daring, going down on my shoulders and my back, passing through the elastic band of my bra, giving me slight pulls. His caresses were delicious and made me wet, making it difficult for me to sleep. It took a long time, but at last I felt Giuliano stop the caresses, indicating that he was sleeping, and I was able to sleep on his chest. The next morning, when I woke up, Giuliano was already awake, and because of the heat, I was completely naked, and he was watching me, and I noticed his erection under his underwear, but I pretended not to see it. Good afternoon, Mother. <unk> Good morning son. What are you doing? <unk> I just woke up and I was admiring you sleeping. Your face was peaceful and you were wonderful. I think it was the best awakening of my life. I wish I could do this another time. Can we continue? I had barely woken up and I was already up against the wall. After all these compliments, it's hard to deny you anything, but only on weekends, because I don't want to interrupt our affairs. He gave me a beautiful smile that also improved my awakening. We got up and since it was Sunday, we decided to go for a walk in the park in the morning and in the afternoon to go to a movie and Giuliano made sure to behave as if he were a passionate boyfriend, always kind and affectionate. And he even tried to kiss me inside the cinema and I gave in, leaving him excited. But that was it.