Secrets from Mom

My name is Arthur, I'm 18 years old and an only child. And let me tell you what happened to my mother about a month ago: she was married very young at the age of 17. At that time my father - who goes by Henry - was 27 or almost 28. While my mother finished her secondary education, he started his doctorate studies; since they were already well-employed, Mother's family did not oppose this marriage. Now my mother is 36 but looks much younger than him. She's blonde, has long hair and blue eyes. Her face is very pretty and her body is well-groomed. A well-grounded body means: a large buttocks that are steep; thick thighs with good posture; big breasts sharp enough to hold the arms together so they don't get flabby, yet feminine in appearance; short and chubby. Since she doesn't work outside, she has plenty of time for grooming herself. At home, she usually wears shorts that aren't too shaggy, but rather wide ones, and plaid blouses. Although the shorts never reveal much because they are wide, these blouses show a lot of her breasts, and she is always "with lights on"; mainly because she does not have the habit to wear bra. I confess that I've always found it very beautiful and cute, and even touched punch boxes in his honor, but I never thought about doing anything too with it and has always maintained respect. Let's face facts: my father is now 47 years old, and I think he hasn't been able to satisfy my mother, not only by age difference as well as a little bit for its absence. This is because in addition to working for a consulting company, he usually travels every two weeks to give lectures at universities in various cities of Brazil. He often goes on Thursday morning very early and comes back Saturday night. A month ago I was on vacation, and it happened that my father traveled on a Thursday. During the holidays I used to go out late and come home late, and sleep until midday half an hour. But on the eve of this Thursday, I had not returned so late and ended up waking up at 9 o'clock. I got up and went into the kitchen to eat something, but when I reached the door of the kitchen there was a strange surprise: my mother dressed from behind in black corset, black lace-up pantyhose with side braces, leather strap, plaid black socks and high heels. In that outfit she reminded me of Auntie Little except for her blonde rather than brunette appearance. This situation frightened me, and although I wanted to look more at this statue of lovely woman, I would not know what to say if she saw me. So I took advantage of the fact that she was on her back and hadn't seen me, so I turned around but hid behind the kitchen door handle to peek in. I noticed she was filling a glass with red wine. She put the bottle into the fridge and drank some from it. Then she set the cup down on the table and walked very slowly as if waiting for someone. As she went along, I became completely mesmerized by this perfect ass. Her panties didn't cover anything, it was just a little triangle that disappeared in the middle of those big round spiky buttocks. About two or three minutes later someone knocked very lightly on the door which I found strange. She walked to the door and I thought: "Is she going to open the door like this?" My mother opened the door, and I could see a tall black man; he was Edson, our building's janitor. He said: "Hello Mrs Fernanda, I can't be late because my shift is about to start". Mother replied: "Speak softly as Arthur sleeps", grabbed his neck and started kissing him. She had to stand on the tips of her feet in order to kiss him, and so his ass would be even steeper. Edson was a little embarrassed by it; he hugged my mother with one arm and closed the door behind him with the other. After closing the door, he held my mom's butt with both hands, and while they were making out, he pulled apart her buttocks showing that underpants were all buried. Then she opened up his shirt and put her hand over her breast. It made her realize that there was too much teasing, maybe something accumulated for several days. He lowered the cuffs of her corset and pulled out her breasts. They were really big and his nipples were very hard, I could see it from a distance. He bent down to suck them off, my mother pressing his head firmly against her boobs. After only half a minute, I saw my mom put one hand on the mouthpiece, rubbed slightly over her panties, and said something that I never thought she would hear: "I'll eat Edson!" He stopped sucking at her tits and passed his hand between her legs. My mother, who seemed to be in a great hurry, unbuttoned the side laces and pulled her panties down. He began massaging her crotch but I couldn't see anything because his hand was clogging up. As he massaged her crutch my mom hugged him and went bringing it near the table. She leaned her ass on the table and was almost lying there when Edson saw that the wine glass had been placed on top of the table; he quickly grabbed the cup before she dropped it off and sat on the sink. At that moment my mother lay down on the table and I could see her body in detail: those big breasts sticking out, with hard boner beaks, and most importantly: her butt. She was almost all smooth, only had a narrow strip of very little hair. Her skin was tender, like a girl's, smooth and pink. As my mom straightened herself up on the desk and opened her legs, I saw she was tight-fisted. And at this time as she was straightening herself up, I looked over her face to see what kind of boner look she was making, and our eyes crossed for an instant. I wondered if she had seen it or not, but then she looked away and since she didn't seem to notice, I was relieved. Edson stood right there with his pants down and underwear off, completely naked. He was already "bullet point", he had a very big dick. He came up to the table, opened my mother's legs wide open, got on his feet as slowly as possible into her. My mother no longer worried about the noise and started moaning aloud. When he'd put it all in, my mother crossed her legs behind his back so that his dick would go deeper into the bottle. Now they were firmly wedged, Edson started pumping on her pussy while she lay down massaging her own breasts. With each pump she pulled him even harder with her legs and groaned. Between a whimper and another she said: "Go!" and "That!". Hearing those words, he punched faster and faster until my mom lifted up her body and almost sat down. She grabbed him by the neck and he dragged her closer holding her butt. My mother hugged him even tighter at the waist with her legs and neck with her arms, so that she was hanging on to it without leaning any further against the table. He kept supporting her weight with one arm behind her back and another underneath his butt. In this new position he was pumping more slowly, only much louder and deeper, and every time she pumped a groan showed she was close to having fun. She literally "climbed" into him, and in an instant he gave a very firm thrust and both of them whimpered simultaneously enjoying that moment. She let go of his back legs and he let her slide down until she stood up. His dick was still hard for a long time, and he left it stuck in there while the bottle contracted from enjoyment. While he had his stick stiff inside her and she kept pressing her pussy against his cock, he sucked on her breasts. At that moment with them standing I could see my mother's fuck slipping through her legs. He must have really enjoyed himself. This all went on for about an hour, and then my mother said: "Go away because Arthur may wake up earlier". He looked at his wall clock and said: 'I'm already late to work.' So he took the stick that was still hard out of her xanax, dressed himself and left. My mom closed the door and went down into the sink to get a glass of wine. She was still in high heels with socks, leather belt and corset; but she had no underwear and the corsets were pulled back. That is: she wore some clothes, but what was more importantly beautiful and showing off. She stood there for a while still pregnant, drinking wine standing up and I stared at her breasts and her pussy was still dirty from fucking. When she ran out of wine, she turned to put the glass in the sink, and then I could see again that perfect ass but this time without underwear. It was amazing how beautiful her butt was. But in that moment I imagined she might come out of the kitchen and meet me on the way. I went back to my room on tiptoe so that there wouldn't be any noise, fast but not too much because I knew she would have to wear at least her panties before leaving. I returned to my bedroom and closed the door. I got into bed again and covered myself up. I was very excited. I had just watched a really hot sex scene with an extremely beautiful woman who is my mother. I couldn't resist masturbating underneath the sheet. I got up and carefully confirmed that she had gone out, went to the kitchen and saw a note: "Arthur, I've been shopping with Cecilia, won't be back until later; there is lunch in the microwave. Kisses, Mom". Since I didn't know if he would recognize my voice, I disguised myself and spoke with my mouth away from the intercom: "Cecilia is here please?" He replied: "Just a moment". Then I heard Cecelia's voice: "Hello?" I did not answer. I hung up the phone. I was sure that Mom had already given plenty of time to have met her and left. I concluded that Mother must be climbing with someone. I got very excited and masturbated again. I looked at all the lingerie she used. She wears really sexy panties. About two hours later I called Cecilia again, and this time she answered the phone herself. There was no doubt in my mind: My mother had been giving it to someone else. Around six o'clock that afternoon my mom came back. She wore very ordinary clothes: white sneakers like Keds, wide white pants and a blouse with only one sexy part - black, short sleeves ending just before her bellybutton. Even though she was black, you could see her nipples coming out. Although I already knew for sure she was seeing some guy because of how much she lied; even so she carried shopping bags. She came over to the couch where I was sitting watching TV, and she gave me a kiss on my face and said: "Hi son, are you all right?" I also kissed her and replied: "It's alright mom". She walked down the corridor that goes into her room. When she turned around I saw the mark of the panties she had been wearing: they were black, and it was just a little triangle all tucked up in her butt and the side was only a small ribbon. I didn't know what she wanted to tell me. Did it have anything to do with what had happened? Had she seen me? I sat there for another ten or fifteen minutes not knowing what to do, but I knew that I would end up going in there. I went into her room, opened the door and found my mother sitting on the bed reading, still wearing that sexy black blouse and now just those tiny little panties. She said, "Hey son, sit down here", and pointed at the bed. I pretended to misunderstand: "What?" she replied: "You know, me and Edson. I saw that you were spying when I lay down on the kitchen table". I was at a loss for words, and she continued: "I'm not going to try to justify myself because I know what I did is wrong; I know I shouldn't have betrayed your father". At this point she put her hand on my leg and said: "Just want you to understand that I have needs of my own". Her hands on my legs made me feel nervous and she realized it. She said: I'm your mother, and I love you my son". At that time I replied: "I love you too mommy. She got down on her knees in the bed, came very close to me and hugged me tightly. I also embraced her, and she was bending over to sit again, but as we were cuddling she ended up sitting with her legs clasped around my waist. This time she pulled my legs onto the bed and literally mounted them into my lap, open-legged above mine. She held me tighter, rubbing her breasts against my chest, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. And then I kissed her face and she kissed me again and again. Even though it was on her face, the kisses were wet and rubbed together very sensual. I grabbed her waist and returned both kisses in the same way. She held my head with both hands, said "I love you son" really quietly and then kissed me on the mouth. By this time my cock had already been hard and rubbing against her cheekbone. I saw that there was no turning back so I took the initiative to put my tongue into her mouth during the kiss and squeezed her breasts. When I pressed down she groaned while still kissing me. She stopped kissing me, leaned back on the pillows at the head of the bed and pulled me to her saying: "Come my son, come suckle". And she lifted up her blouse herself and placed my mouth over her little breast. I lay down on top of her and was sucking one boob while caressing the other. It went like this for almost an hour until she stood up, took off her shirt, grabbed my hand and put it in her pussy above her panties and said: "Eat my baby bottle". She started moaning very loudly and writhing, saying "Put your dick down right now!" I took off my shorts, lifted her legs up and pushed into the roast chicken position. Pumped a lot of that tight xana, and she kept squeezing on my cock. I was getting into it too fast, until I couldn't hold on any longer and laughed inside of her. She also made fun of me and kept squeezing my dick with her little ponytail. When my cock softened up she lowered her legs down, and I lay on top of her we kissed passionately and she said "I love you son" to which I replied "Mommy loves you". And that is how we slept naked hugging each other happily.