Taking away the stress of the son

You say that my father ran off with another woman, my mother worked hard to support me and my sister. My father's betrayal left her very depressed for years, many times she almost lost her job because of it. But things changed. After I came of age I took charge of the situation, I got a great job at an advertising agency and in my spare time I worked as a freelancer. Insisting on my mother to quit her job and relax, because I had control of the situation. After much insistence she accepted and quit her job, this improved her 100%, now she spent more time with my sister and we were closer. On a Tuesday I woke up with a headache, I had worked until late the previous day. After I got up I went to the kitchen, when I arrived my mother had also just gotten up. She was in a sweater and barefoot walking back and forth while a water was boiling on the stove. I had not noticed before, but she was much more sensual now that she was back to exercise. "Good morning". She said, coming up to me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. Good afternoon. I sat down at the table with my hands on my head, thinking about how much work I have to do today. She noticed my bad expression and leaned into the closet staring at me, waiting for me to speak. What is it, mother? "Why that face?" she said, looking at me with her arms folded. That's the only face I have, there's no "why that face". She gave me a smile, and then she looked back at me, and knowing her well, she wouldn't stop staring at me until I told her. It's okay mom. Dear mom. Look I'm just a little tired from work, so cool, nothing you have to worry about. I spoke gesturing as if I was calm. She walked to the cupboard and took out a pot of coffee and put it on the counter near the sink. <unk> Look Vitor, you've been helping me a lot here at home especially paying for your sister's school. <unk> She said turning to me again. <unk> I confess that I was sad before with your father's betrayal, but now I'm fine, you don't have to do everything alone. <unk> What do you mean by that? <unk> I asked, analyzing your worried expression. <unk> What I mean is, I can get a new job, and you won't have to work so hard. <unk> She answered by turning around and sticking coffee powder on her comb. You don't have to do that. I spoke in a more serious tone. I liked the way things were, and I didn't want my mother to make any more of an effort, which she had already done since my father left. Vitor you're only 24 years old and you're already unhappy with so much work. You have to enjoy life more and I can help you with that. I got up from the table and walked over to her, held her by the waist as she looked into my eyes. Who told you I'm unhappy? I'm the happiest guy in the world. She smiled as she looked at me and put her hands on my face. You don't have to carry us on your back. I leaned in a little and took her in my arms. <unk> Haiii Vitor! What are you doing. <unk> She spoke holding my neck. I carried her through the house to her room, passed my sister's room, who was still sleeping, and when I arrived at my destination, I put her on the bed. I'm the man in this house and I want you to just relax. <unk> I can't relax I have to make coffee. <unk> She spoke lying on the bed as I left the room. I'll make the coffee today. Answer me. "You know I already know what you need!" she said loudly, as I stood in the hallway. <unk> What do I need? <unk> A girlfriend, a very nice and nice one to take your stress off. <unk> She said laughing. Mom, I don't have time to worry about my girlfriend. After that, the week went on and the stress of the work only increased, the headaches continued to torment me. At that moment I was already thinking about what my mother had said, maybe I needed a more intimate girl in my life. But I think no, it would only take up more of my time. On another day the morning was normal, it was a Sunday with nothing to do, I was taking the time to finish a freelance job I was doing, my sister was spending the weekend at a friend's house, my mother was taking the time to clean the house. Later my mother invited me to watch a movie on the TV in her room. Since I had already finished my work I accepted. She was taking a bath so I decided to take one too, I took off my clothes and stayed only with the towel wrapped around my waist. While she was finishing her bath, I went into the bedroom and sat on the bed to see what movie was playing. After a few minutes the bathroom door, which was in the hallway opposite the room, opened and she walked up to me in her bathrobe. It doesn't even look like a good movie is playing. I spoke as she entered the room. She walked right in front of the TV and turned it off. <unk> I don't think I'm in the mood for a movie. <unk> She spoke, dropping her robe and revealing her beautiful naked body. My mother was a 48-year-old crown, she didn't have the body of a model like many out there. Her beauty came from her simplicity, her skinny body with small breasts and a sharp, rounded bundle, her face was like that of a younger woman, her blue eyes matched her black hair that beat in her band, her fleshy lips further enhanced the beauty of her face. At that moment I was paralyzed without saying a word and even she being my mother I could not take my eyes off her beautiful breasts and her vagina with a little fur, but that was well taken care of. You know, Vitor, I've been thinking about this for a long time, I just didn't have the courage to come and admit it to you. ♪ I, I, I ♪ ♪ I stuttered ♪ <unk> I know it's unethical, but... <unk> She stopped her words. <unk> Do you want me to get some clothes for you? <unk> I spoke half lost. <unk> Don't you like my body? <unk> She asked with a confused expression. You have a beautiful body, Mom. I was trying to focus on your eyes. She walked right up in front of me, put her hands on my face and gave me a ride. Since you were 18 years old, you've been helping me out, getting me out of a near-depression, supporting the house, you're paying for your sister's college, and you still refuse to find someone to date. And what's more, I only did what I thought was right. <unk> You are the man of the house now and I am the woman of the house, let me reward you for your efforts. <unk> She spoke lowering herself. She got down on her knees in front of me and slowly opened my towel revealing my hard penis with the whole situation. I didn't know what to say or what to feel, shame, love, desire, I was too confused to think. My heartbeat sped up as I watched his mouth swallow my whole dick, felt his wet tongue slide over it, up and down, and all I could do was groan with that incredible pleasure. Part of me wanted to stop all that, but part of me wanted to keep being my mother, and she sucked all kinds of dicks, made moves that would drive any man crazy. My hands were shaking, trying to reason what was happening, whether it was a dream or real, but it was real, 100% real, my mother was actually paying for a kiss for me, and with each suck she was going deeper, feeling her head scratching in her throat, going back and forth. <unk> It's thicker than I expected, it barely fits in my mouth. <unk> She spoke. With my breathing uncontrolled, I held her head, putting my fingers between her hair. When she realized it, she let go and let me do the up and down movements. I started the movement a little faster as she groaned with pleasure. When she heard my groan, she looked into my eyes without stopping the movement. At that moment I no longer saw my mother, but only a woman. Mother, you'd better stop. I spoke in the midst of groans. She stopped and got up on top of me slowly and very sensual, my dick was relaxing in her vagina, I could feel the warmth of her body passing through me. My nostrils were taken by her smell as she snuggled in my lap. Her soft butt was pressing on my dick with the small movements she emitted, her breathing was almost synchronizing with mine and we were almost kissing. <unk> I know a part of you wants me son. <unk> She whispered in my ear. <unk> What kind of monster am I doing this to my own mother. <unk> I spoke with a little guilt taking over me. <unk> You're not a monster. I know it's unethical and wrong, but I want it anyway. <unk> She said, biting me slightly in the ear. <unk> Help me have some pleasure, son. The warmth of her mouth in my ear made a shiver rise over my body, as she gave me little kisses on my neck, I carried my hands on her back and felt her little breasts pressing on my chest. The feeling I felt was of extreme pleasure, her caresses made me excited, as if we were long-time lovers. <unk> That's not right. <unk> I spoke on an instinct trying to get away from her. She grabbed me by the neck, I tried to get up from the bed abruptly, but she crossed her legs at me, I quickly took my hands on her thighs to keep her from falling, at that moment I lost my balance by staggering to the side, until I hit hard pressing her back against the wall on the left side of the room. I'd seen that look in a woman before, and it wasn't a look of pain, it was a look of pleasure. I'm sorry mom, I was, I was... She held my face and kissed me, at the same time the world around me turned, and it drove me crazy, as our tongues rolled into each other, and I lowered my hand and positioned my dick in her vagina, and in one strong motion, I penetrated her with everything I had. She stuck her fingernails into my back, tilted her head upward moaning with pleasure, and I started sucking on her neck and breathing in the smell, and every time her back was against the wall, the noise mixed with her moans made me crazier and hotter. If you keep moaning like that, everyone will know I'm fucking you. The neighbors won't hear us, you can fuck me, go on. My father always told me that my mother was hot in bed and full of sexual fantasies, and maybe that was one of them. After minutes of standing there staring at her face, the wall was already stained with the sweat from her back. She still moaned slowly as I moved my stick inside her, my sweaty hands slipped on her thighs. She gasped and looked me in the eyes, her messy hair falling over her face enhanced her look. "Won't you go on?" she whispered as she stroked my chest. After that I surrendered to the sexual desire I walked and put her on the bed I stood looking at her with open legs I climbed on top of her <unk> What do you want? <unk> I asked looking into her eyes. <unk> Satisfy me. <unk> She answered by touching my face. I took her arms and opened them on the bed, I resumed the penetration and she groaned again. As I looked at her beautiful face, I felt how good it was to fuck her. Maybe deep down I had a desire to fuck her for a long time. <unk> You're very quiet. <unk> She spoke moaning as she took my blows. As I moved I began to caress her breasts. After a few minutes I felt that I could not go any further. I pulled my stick out and the first jet was so strong that it flew at the head of the bed the rest fell on my mother's belly. I lay beside her gasping for breath, and we stood there staring at the ceiling. "Are you still stressed?" she asked, breaking the silence. <unk> No. <unk> I answered by turning my face to her. <unk> Are you satisfied? <unk> Yes. <unk> He answered with a smile as he stroked her thigh. Give me an hour and I'll be ready for another. She laughed and turned to the side. "What is it?" I asked. <unk> I'm waiting. <unk> He answered.