Father and son hit me in the face

The incident I am about to relate took place in April 2011. I wrote to you recently how difficult it is to hold the wave when in the past we practiced homosexual sex in an intense way, because those who have given it in an intense way, like me, the thing gets ugly: the ass blinks, the body trembles and you feel chills, the smell of a peach that is engraved in your subconscious, surfaces violently, making you tremble, your mouth starts to feel that taste of peach, especially those first drops that appear before the final pleasure. Last night, a very strange case happened here on the farm. My cousin's son, a boy of 25 years, spoke to his father, when we were all gathered in the room, participating in a round of chimarron, that he would sleep in my room, considering that the room was the only one that had a slab and a roof over it, and that its location was close to the kitchen. His mother soon replied saying no, that he had a room and he would sleep there. But the father rebuked the woman and said that he did not mind, because he knew his cousin well. For a short while the argument continued, and then the boy said that he was already an adult and would do what he wanted and that no one could interfere in his life, and that was the end of it. For a while taking the chimarron, when the wife gets up, she says good night and then goes to her room. The boy would be left in the room, and then his location was close to the kitchen. But the father rebuked the woman and said that he did not mind, because he knew his cousin well. For a short time the argument continued, and then the boy said that he was an adult and would do whatever he wanted and no one could interfere with his life, and that was the end of it. He loosens the lace and opens his sweater and asks again: what now? Fuck, I'm almost going to the ground. The vixen, son of a bitch, was in a rented bikini, also pink. And he answers with the biggest face of a stick: tonight I will be his wife and I will suck all the fuck you have in this fuck. Ah came the second surprise: his mother was also in the room, dressed only in a baby-doll skirt, completely transparent. I sat on the edge of the bed and asked: after all, what is going on here? Do you want to make a bacchanal or a surubada in my room? Can you explain it to me, please? Then his mother begins to say that she already has sex with her son for a good time, that is, about six years, because his skin no longer gives him skin, because he had become impotent. Because of having a son with a lot of impotence, she tries to seduce her father with a desire to transform with women and provoke kisses with women, and I have never seen him with a trans man, so if I talk to him about being a trans man, this will also be a trans man, who has never met a trans man, and if I talk to him about being a trans man, this will also be a trans man. That's why she set up all that discussion in the living room, so that he would come to sleep in my room, so that she would come too, and oh yes, you (in case I did) could also participate in the joke, because with three it's much better. That's nice, I answer. And your husband, my cousin. How does he get into this whole story? Does he already know about this whole mess? Did he by any chance agree? Is he a horn shaped by his own son? Or is he just a horn? To which she replies: the last proposition. So I ask: who can go to the kitchen and bring me a glass with ice milk? She proposes and asks if it's with sugar, and she replies yes. As soon as she leaves, I take off my clothes and I'm just drooling (it's cold as hell). She comes back with the glass of milk, handing it to me and I put it over the creature. She looks at me and sees that I'm just in a sling, and then she decides to take the baby doll's cap off. I look at her body and I'm amazed at the beauty of it: medium and hard breasts; no belly; no tires at the waist; fully shaved pubic region. Tight and stiff neck. Her height varied around 1.5 cm, that is, of mid-sized stature. A painting of a woman. Small mouth, fleshy lips, dark jambon, black eyes. The kind of woman for you to stay (if you have the conditions) fucking all night, until you leave her belly completely swollen and the head of the cock equally swollen in it. I get close to her who is safe, with her head both hands, my body bent towards her body and she starts kissing me, using her lips softly, she starts praying with her lips downward, her tongue shrugs, and I know that she's going to cry for several minutes, and I know that she's going to cry with her lips shrugs, and I know that she's going to cry with her lips shrugs, and I know that she's going to cry with her lips shrugs. Then I take her in my lap and lay her on the bed, when the young man settles down, takes off his clothes and lies down next to her, when I give him a tantrum, telling him to get up and appreciate how it is done with a woman, when she is thirsty for a blow job. He gets up and goes to sit in an armchair that was in the room, very indignantly. Not holding out any longer, he falls into her mouthpiece, when I notice that her opening is very small, which makes the transaction much more interesting. I start sucking her clitoris and biting her lightly with her lips and pulling it. She releases several muffled cries, twisting all around as if she were taking small electric shocks, of intense joy. I notice that when she starts to twist him violently, and she starts to twist herself in a chair that was in the room, very indignantly. Not holding out any longer, I fall into her mouthpiece, when I notice that her opening is very small, which makes the transaction much more interesting. I start sucking her clitoris and biting her lightly with my lips and pulling it. She releases several muffled cries, twisting all around as if she is taking small electric shocks, of intense joy. I notice that when she starts to twist him violently, and starts twisting herself, and she lets her mouthpiece, which at this moment she lets her mouthpiece fall into her mouthpiece, which is very quickly, she asks that she wants to lose the fluid, which she wants to her vagina. The boy does not take more than five minutes and begins to mock the mother's mouth violently, almost causing her to choke. I pick her up by putting myself underneath her, so that she comes riding on my dick, which she does masterfully, making the up and down movements, like the circular movements with the pelvis. At a certain moment, she throws her body forward to kiss me, when the son taking advantage of the position of the mother and the moment, she nails her parrot on the mother's neck, in which she asks him to tear it all. We enjoy almost at the same time, when he lays his body on the mother's body and she on my body. We stand for about five minutes, and I kiss her with my tongue. The son is satisfied on top of her and she is satisfied on top of her, sucking from my belly next to me, when the son is enjoying the position, she starts sucking his cock, and she starts sucking from the inside of her stomach, and she says that she is going to take a bath after a long sleep, because she is tired of my stomach. I was still lying in bed, when he also went to the bathroom to prepare himself and take a bath. As soon as he returned, I also go to the bathroom to prepare myself and take a very hot bath. Back to the room I observe the boy, now with more detail and I saw that his pocket should measure more or less fifteen by five and something, that is, very thick for a sign. He had a very dark and large head. Anyway: he had a large-calibre pirouette, and there is one to hold it. A bed detail: my room was double, but the old beds, which are firm 1.30 x 1.80, that is, it was a relatively unmarried position almost years. The viewer wanted, because he wanted, to sleep in the bed and also with me, which began to fester. But he would have been able to run under it for him. But if I approached him with graces, I would have covered him with the outer fists, and he would have stayed in the corner for twenty more, and that is, very thick for a sign. He had a very dark and large head. Anyway: he had a large-calibre pirouette, and there is someone to hold it. He then begins the up-and-down movements in my cock, making it tremendously hard and erect, like a rake, ready to punch through a thick wall. I feel like I'm about to make fun of him and I ask him to come sit down like his mother did and face me. I also tell him that if he makes fun of me, I'm going to beat him so much that during the day, he would have to stay in the house without being able to get out of so broken he would be. He laughed and threw himself on my breasts and put a kiss in my mouth, leaving me without action, because it was an unexpected and pleasant thing (for us). I enjoyed violently on his tail and he moaned very low with pleasure. He sat a little longer with my stick buried in his tail, when he got up and bowed my box, looking for every slippery stick that his tail slipped and laughed at my cock and my region. I also pulled my saliva after I got up, and I was sweating all over the sink, because I was going to take a bath. I go back to the bed and see that he has gone to the corner of the bed. I left him there, and I lay down on the edge of it. Suddenly, in a movement to arrange the blanket, I lean on his body and feel the volume of his cock rubbing my ass, I notice that the son of a bitch is not sleeping, because his cock has grown in volume, getting hard and all leaning on my pleasure. Here I give a stop for an explanation, as I wrote you. Two hours and thirty minutes. One cold fucking night; the room in the twilight; a young man with a violent disposition; a large-calibre pirouette tucked up in your ass. What are you doing? Is there any way to resist the temptation, which you have been repressing for about thirty years in a row, without succumbing to such a desire? Man. The flesh speaks louder, the erection is too strong, and you tremble at the base. You lose the, the shame. It suddenly turns into a rampant whore, a prostitute, a whore. Because that's what happened to me. I had a relationship with my first son, who is worse, so I could have my husband discovered by the whole family. Let's continue with the story, see what a stupid case it was. Trembling, I took off my sunglasses and leaned against his stick. His dick starts pulsating in my buttocks. I put my hand to my mouth. I squeeze my fingers and put my hand on the entrance of my ass, when he grabs me from behind and speaking very quietly in my ear, that I would like to feel my mouth on his dick. I turn around and taking his dick, I put it in my mouth and I start sucking him first his head, then I lick his dick from his head to the bag, going up and down. I put his whole bag in my mouth, to finally swallow that piece of pulsating muscle, all the way in my mouth, going down to my throat. I stop and wonder if he would be able to make fun twice: once in my mouth and once in my ass, and he says yes. I put his dick back in his mouth and now yes, I start the movement more firmly so that he can finally enjoy in my mouth, which did not take long. I get up and look for his mouth and with a little of his sperm in his mouth, I kiss him, passing to him his delicious nectar, which he sipped with gula. We rest a little and I ask him what position he wanted me to stand, because I was there to receive and not to command, and he asks me to stand on my stomach, but with my butt raised a little. I turn on my stomach, I open my legs wide so as to facilitate penetration and I ask him to do it slowly, by virtue of being already more than twenty-five years firm and that I do not carry iron in the tail. He laughs, he puts his head in my rectum, gives a little push, pulls my tail, in my tail, passes to him his delicious nectar, which he sipped with gula. We rest a little and I ask him what position he would like me to stand in, because I was there to receive and not to command, and he asks me to stand on my stomach, but with his butt raised a little bit. I turn on my stomach, I open my legs wide so as to facilitate penetration and ask him to do it slowly, by virtue of being already more than twenty-five years old and that I do not carry iron in the tail. He laughs, he puts his head in my tail, he takes a little push, he pulls in my tail, he pulls in my tail, in my tail, he passes in my tail, my tail, he passes in my tail, he passes in my tail, my tail, and I ask him what position he puts in his tail, I ask him what position he puts in his tail, he puts in his tails in his tails in, he puts in his tails in his tails in his tails in his tails in his tails in his tails in his tails in his tails in his tails in his tails in his tails in his tails in his tails, and he is a little bit, and he pulls in my stomach, and I turn turn turn turn, and then I turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn, and then I turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn, and then I say yes, and he is a little bit, and then I turn, before I turn, before I turn, and then I turn, and then I turn, before he is a little bit of course, before he is a little bit of course, all of course, and then, before I turn, before he is a little bit of course, before I turn, before I turn, and then, before I turn, and then, and then, and then, and then, before I turn, before I turn, before, and then I turn, and then, and then, before I turn, I lie down, and now a little more relaxed, I lean all over the young man, when he then asks me the following: my mother wants me to fuck only with women; and what do you think I should do: fuck only with women or with both, that is, as you said: be bisexual? To which I answer that he should do what he likes most, but without reaching the scandal, that is, he should be discreet and choose his male partners to fuck, which should be in good health and also not be jealous or naughty, and yes bisexual as you should be. And he all satisfied kisses me on the neck thanking me for the advice. Then he gives me <unk> good night<unk>, hugs me trying to sleep, and I do the same, I will only sleep with a large-calibre gun on my lap. The next day I woke up with more disposition and to disguise myself, I began to complain that the boy snored a lot, and that in the evening he would sleep in the vault, because it disturbed my sleep all night; everyone laughed a lot. Each went to his daily business, and I was still a little at the table drinking my coffee, when my cousin's wife came to me, and said that in the evening she would return to my room, but only her. The son would not go, because in the afternoon he would travel to the state capital. And she actually went to sleep with me the next night, as she has slept all night.