Mae and son lovers

My name is Michele, I'm 42 years old My story is two years ago, my relationship with my husband was not good at that time. We were fighting and there was almost no sex. It got to the point that we decided to take a break and he went to live in an apartment. We have a son, Rodrigo. This separation occurred when I was 40 and Rodrigo 16. Despite being a very beautiful woman, with a slender body, small breasts, thin waist, well-turned thighs (beautiful I admit, I always received many compliments for them), brown skin and black hair I went two years without having sex and much less kissing on the mouth. The first year I didn't miss much, I was sad and depressed. My distraction was to work out at home to avoid depression. I bought a treadmill and a bicycle. My body was getting more beautiful and turned every day but my soul was not doing well at all, not at all. My son, influenced by me, started exercising on my devices and asked me to buy some alterations. I bought some livinhos because he was still new. I worked out in the morning and he usually in the afternoon when he came back from school. Back in the second year of separation my body started asking for sex, I started missing it, I was singing in the street but no man interested me anymore, none. I came to a conclusion: I wanted to get back to having a sex life, to living. But I wasn't interested in any men anymore. I came to a conclusion that I wanted to get involved with women. It would be something new and exciting. In my teenage years I even gave a handjob to a colleague and a tongue kiss to another who was an open lesbian and attacked me after physical education. Although I found kissing super exciting I didn't want to go beyond that. But now... why not? But where do I go? Where do I look? I thought I'd go into a gym and stop exercising at home, and I started noticing women on the street and getting, yeah, excited about it, but at the same time I didn't have much courage to get out of the fantasy and into the real world. I started chatting with some lesbians on the Internet, having very exciting chats, but when it came time to score something where was the courage? I started to get more sad and depressed, grumpy. I didn't want another man, I was still mad at my husband and all the men. My dear son began to notice how short I was and became worried. He began to invite me to go out more with him, to go to the movies, to have fun. I hesitated but I accepted. One day we went for a hamburger, the next for a hot dog. And I jokingly said that I would have to work harder with this whole feast. He suggested that I spend the afternoon with him to keep each other company. I agreed. The other day, our joint workout began in the equipment room. When he came home from school, I was ready and waiting for him, in a top, super-tight suplex pants, socks and sneakers, which, of course, until then, I had no idea how hot and sexy I looked in that outfit, wearing it every day to work out and dressing as usual without any sexual thoughts. When Rodrigo came in I smiled at him and said: <unk> I'm ready, drink some water and let's go. I was actually feeling happier since my puppy started spending more time with me. I just didn't expect his look. He looked at me from top to bottom in a kind of... strange way. But I didn't care much about it at the time. He said: I'm going to the room to change my clothes. I haven't yet described the appearance of my puppy. He was an 18-year-old male. Light brown hair, smooth, half-sloping on the forehead, light brown eyes, thin nose and half-thick lips and a beautiful body, quite young for his age, with muscles already somewhat defined. His thighs were drawn to those of his mother: they were thick and strong and full of golden hairs growing up. And after he started on the bike and the treadmill they became even more beautiful. In short, we were a beautiful mother and son. He went to the bedroom and came back in a white T-shirt, bermuda shorts, socks and sneakers, he was beautiful. He went to the bike and I walked on the treadmill. We stayed twenty minutes each. We talked a lot, about where to go today, movies, etc. Then he went to pick up some alter egos and I was amazed, my son was so beautiful, so handsome, an elegant body, he was a kitten, I was proud. We went out for a fortnight and worked out almost every day until then, nothing that I had noticed or that Rodrigo had noticed, but something was definitely happening. Finally, on a Monday we were working out and I finished the treadmill, Rodrigo got off the bike, I went to the mirror to look at my body, I was amazed for a while, my body was all over, I really was with a body. I picked up a bottle of water, sat down and watched Rodrigo work out. He was standing up, lifting up alters, one in each hand. I was watching how my puppy was getting a beautiful body. The sweat was dripping from his smooth hair and he was forcing his muscles to lift the alters. He was so beautiful. His legs were also getting stronger and muscular but nothing exaggerated as I always thought he was beautiful. I was watching how he was turning into a very handsome man and, why not... very... cute. At that point, I felt something strange, very strange. I was finding my son attractive. Yes, I admit it. I was admiring his body and I found him attractive and sexy....I could even say, if I wasn't his mother logically, that I was feeling......desire for that boy, for that body. But I couldn't, nor could I admit it, logically I was just admiring him as an owl mother. But I was for a while half 'paralyzed' looking at every inch of his body, every detail, face, hair, eyes, lips, legs...every sweat....flowing through the adolescent muscles, it was so beautiful. But, no, of course I wasn't looking at him with desire...laughed in my mind...that would be impossible, I'm his mother but...drug...I was...feeling, I think, something strange while looking at him. He finished and said: "Mom give me some of that water? At that moment I came out of the <unk>transe<unk>, I woke up and said: "Take the puppy, you can drink the rest I'll take a shower. And I went to the bathroom a bit...we say...scared. But when I got to the bathroom, my fright was much, much worse. When I took off my panties, I was, yes, I didn't want to believe it, but I was completely wet, soaked to tell you the truth. It hadn't happened to me for centuries. I was very, very wet. I was kind of stunned by this, I was kind of not sure what to think. I was terrified. Was it that while I was looking at my own son's body, my body was getting excited? For a long time I felt this for no man. Because my body, my vagina was so wet if I was looking at my son? It wasn't true and it couldn't be. Something was wrong there. I could have been looking at my son but at the time I must have imagined some other man and I got excited, logically, it could only be that. I took a shower, I had dinner, and I went to bed early, my head was spinning because of it, my son's body and my soaked vagina were all in my head, and I went to sleep, but I couldn't imagine what that night would bring me. Were my dreams obvious that night? Maybe but for me they were not. I went to sleep to forget what had happened and it was much worse. I dreamed that I was bad with Rodrigo and repeatedly he dropped the alter on the floor and came walking slowly to me with eyes eating me from top to bottom. I was all sweaty just like me. I looked at his shorts (which in the dream was not bermuda but a short and a little tight shorts) and saw a huge volume inside there. It excited me very much. He approached me and stuck his body to my tight and delicious bite. I felt his penis made a stone against my body. He looked at me in my eyes <unk> I trembled <unk> and kissed me hard and loved his beautiful at the same time. My own son's tongue was stuck in my body, on his mother's tongue. My cup was completely clinging to my chest. I was all sweaty and sweaty like me. I looked at his shorts (which in the dream were not bermuda but a short and a little tight shorts) and saw a huge volume inside there. It made me very excited, he approached me and I cried with pleasure. He was hugging my son's penis like a stone against my body. He looked at me in my eyes <unk> I trembled <unk> and kissed me hard and liked his beautiful at the same time. My own son's tongue changed as hard and beautiful at the same time. The pleasure I had when I felt his member go in and out of my wet vagina was something unique, I moaned, asked to put more and more and more.....again I woke up. I was completely sweaty and with an excitement of a thousand like I had not felt in years. I was in a sweater and without panties. I felt that between my thighs I was completely wet. The excitement was so much that I could not resist. I began to masturbate at a frenzied pace while continuing the dream in thought. My son entered my vagina in a voracious and frenzied way. When he said he was going to have fun I asked him to go in my face to drink all his pleasure. At that moment I reached an orgasm that I had never had in my life. Gemi loud, very loud, I almost cried, I was afraid to hear Rodrigo from his room. I twisted my whole body, my pleasure was like an electric shock. By the end, my body was totally relaxed, my vagina was completely wet, my sheets were wet, but my head... I didn't know what to do. God. I had masturbated thinking about my son fucking me, and I had had the most fun I'd ever had, I had had a giant orgasm. God. I started crying softly, I was feeling terrible, horrible, a bad mother. After crying a lot, I fell asleep. The other day I woke up without so much pressure, I swore to myself that as soon as Rodrigo left I would think about everything. Early in the morning he went to school and I avoided looking directly into his eyes, I was feeling kind of ashamed of myself. When he left I was watching his, body, how beautiful he was, how that boy was getting more beautiful every day my God. And at the time, just from watching him walk down the street, I felt something, I got excited just thinking about the possibility of having his body for me, sexually speaking. Opening that jeans of his with his penis already erect from desire for mother and suck it until my son enjoys all his sperm in my mouth and I delight in it. Damn, that couldn't be normal. I thought I'd sit down and think about it, and I did, but before that, the desire and the craving that I had was so intense that I had to masturbate thinking about Rodrigo, and I won't even tell you what I thought, but it was another very powerful orgasm. I took a cold bath and lay in bed to think. I was putting my son in the condition of a man, in the sexual feeling, for me and not as a son. But he is a man. Was the lack of sex and affection causing me problems? But why the hell was I only attracted to him? There was no man in this world for whom I wanted to fuck at the moment. On the contrary, I was looking for a woman for a few days to have sex, not a man anymore. Do I not see my son as a man but as something half "different"? As I said, I felt a desire for women, I chatted on the net, almost scored but I did not have the courage. Why? I do not know. Maybe I was pretending to be a lesbian myself. At the same time, I was thinking, what if my son and I had sex? Would that cause him a lot of psychological problems? Or rather, some psychological problems? Prohibiting incest, I knew, was a social convention, a socially constructed morality, not necessarily something unnatural, some cultures do it normally. But we're not from another culture, are we? I didn't want to take it any further. But the desire was too great, too strong. What if he also wanted it and everything happened naturally? It would be so pleasant, so sweet. We could feel so much carnal pleasure, love and affection. Intense spiritual and carnal pleasure in such a forbidden union. My God, the fact of the forbidden only made me more crazy with desire. And him? Did that boy want me too? I know, I am fully aware that I am a very beautiful woman, without modesty <unk> it's not for nothing that Rodrigo is so beautiful. With a beautiful body and face. Did he ever feel any desire for his mother? Before anything, to try anything I would have to know, or rather, be completely sure of it. The day we started working out together he apparently ate me with his eyes when I arrived with the suplex pants and the white top. Or did I travel, since I'm half crazy and he just admired his mother innocently? Thinking about it turned me on again and I masturbated again thinking about Rodrigo possessing me, even having anal sex with me while I asked for more and more. I cried a little but I came to a conclusion. I was going to observe him. If I noticed that he wanted me in some way I would "play" to seduce him. I'm not even talking about fucking. But a seduction does not hurt anyone. I could "take off a few scales" even without him noticing much and then I would end up in thoughts. And if I rolled something, it would be so pleasant, so hot that I think it would be worth the risk. Am I crazy? I was going to start watching him today in the workout. How he looks at me, if there is desire in him. I was going to provoke a little too. I was going to start provoking slowly. If I saw that there was not the slightest interest and not the slightest possibility that he would see me as a woman <unk> but only as a mother <unk> I would not take it forward. I would try to forget and get another man. If I was sane I would do it now. But the desire was something crazy, you have no idea how much desire I was feeling for my son. Just feeling to know. That's it, today I would start seducing my son. When it was time for him to arrive and we were going to work out I went to take a very nice and long bath. In the bath I had a great idea. I completely shaved my bouquet, leaving it completely smooth. Not that I was going to show it to Rodrigo today logical but maybe almost that. Besides that I was even more excited with her smooth. I went to the room and looked at myself in the mirror completely naked. I had a body, beautiful and perfect for a woman of my age. I perfumed and smelled good for my baby. I went to get dressed. I looked in the wardrobe my suplex pants and found the one I was looking for. My white suplex pants that I haven't worn for a long time because when I get sweaty they become practically transparent. I took my yellow top too. Socks? I didn't even look. If it's to test his desire for me, let's test it right. I looked at myself in the mirror again and was stopping traffic. Minh bucket in his suplex pants was with a perfect crack, the division was sharp. He entered between the big lips, you could notice <unk> still without sweat <unk> that I was not wearing underwear. I was anxiously waiting for his time to come back and how he would react. Logically if he felt any desire he would not show his face. Everything would be slow and calm. And if I ever had sex with my son it would be a long process of seduction <unk> maybe from both sides. I heard footsteps, it was her coming. She came in but I stayed in the room. I shouted: <unk> It's here baby, I'm waiting for you to work out, when you're ready talk to me. <unk> Ok mother <unk> he replied. I was a bit nervous, I was going to start seducing my own son today. Or rather, I was going to observe if he feels some kind of sexual attraction to me, only after confirming that I would seduce him. Although seduction, I believe, already begins with that observation. About ten minutes later he shouted from the kitchen: "I'm ready, Mom. I went to the kitchen and my little darling was drinking a glass of water. He was wearing a half-tight t-shirt, bermuda shorts, socks and sneakers. He was looking more and more handsome every day, with a beautiful body, muscles sticking out, fat arms, strong legs, thick lips that were wet with water asking for a kiss. I got wet watching him. I wanted that beautiful teenager <unk> who was my own son <unk> for me, I wanted sex, carnal pleasure with him, I wanted to give myself to her and give him a lot of pleasure. I looked at his legs and I didn't like that long bermuda shorts, I said: <unk> Son, a shorter shorts is better to wear. On the street it's okay because everything is in bermuda shorts, but at home it's not fashionable to wear shorter shorts. I'm going to give him a little more freedom watching his fat legs play football. Aida wasn't looking at his mother, he was on his back. When he turned, I was waiting for a reaction. And I was very pleased with her. He turned and looked at me as if with a little "scared". He looked down quickly and then disguised. That didn't prove anything but I believe he caught his eye on my suplex pants because my vagina was <unk> without panties and white pants <unk> with a very strong partition, the famous <unk> rubber<unk>. He may have looked half in amazement I don't know. We were wrong. When we entered the room I put my hand gently on his back and said, "Honey, where are you going to start?" "On the treadmill, Mom". "Okay, I'm going to the bicycle", I said. He was on the treadmill for twenty minutes and I was on the bicycle. When I got up I looked at myself in the mirror completely sweaty and I was frightened. Had I exaggerated in my desire to seduce Rodrigo? The sweaty white pants were showing all my xana, and it was getting into the crease. I didn't drag it out, I let it go right in, I wanted to find a way to look at it. As he was still on the treadmill, I took a bottle of water and went to drink in front of him. Only a blind man could not see. I knew how delicious it was. I spoke looking up and pretending to be very tired: <unk> Alas, that bicycle gave up today. When I looked at his eyes they were glazed on my body, more specifically on my xana in transparent pants. I was ecstatic with his look. When he noticed that I saw and disguised half ashamed. I thought his little face of shame was beautiful. I asked quite a bastard: <unk> What happened to Rodrigo? <unk> Nothing mother, nothing. He came off the treadmill, all sweaty, beautiful body, little hair falling down on his face, wet sweat, pure erection, he was half unashamedly looking away, when he again gives a quick glance into the middle of my thighs and turns his face again. When I look down I see something that gives me a slight shock but that I have long expected to happen. With you I notice a large volume in my Rodrigo's bermuda. Yes. That's right. My son had become excited with his own mother. I didn't know if he was happy, sad or what. I had an idea to observe more the degree of his excitement with the mother's body. I went to the mirror. I got a fright when I saw myself. My vagina was extremely visible under the white pants wet with sweat. I could see everything and was getting into the crack a lot. The beak of my breasts were facing the sky and very visible too. When I look at Rodrigo through the mirror I see him practically paralyzed, all sweaty, traveling with his eyes on my body, looking at me from above with a look of extreme desire. I felt a shock in my body the whole time, I was a bit shaken not knowing what to do but I did not try to demonstrate that I had seen it. I just watched his gaze. I felt the pants entering my butt, the image that he was having. I was still shocked by the way he looked at me with desire, his gaze was delighting in my body. Then something even more unexpected happened to me. The little bastard thought I wasn't seeing and massaged his erect penis a little over my shorts while he was eating me with his eyes. I think I didn't need more proof of his desire for me. Or did I? The clothes I was wearing could be causing that, I don't know. I had this extreme urge to make up an excuse to hug him, I really wanted to feel that erect penis leaning against my body, but I would never hug him when I was working out, it would be weird, and the truth was, there was me, the mother, and him, the son, locked in that room, working out, and we were both extremely horny and crazy to grab each other and fuck until our bodies couldn't take it anymore, I was sure of it, you could feel it in the air. However. I had an idea. "Son are you going to lift the weights now?" "Yes mother", he said a little stuttering. "I noticed that lately you are lifting with the body half crooked, that hurts. Come in front of the mirror I will stand behind watching if your body is straight". "OK mother", he replied. He went to the mirror and started lifting an alter in each hand. And I was watching how delicious my son was, or rather, delicious. I was watching his mouth breathing as he made an effort to lift, his muscles contracting, beautiful, strong. I was going crazy with desire, I was already short of breath. I made up an excuse to touch him: "Son, I let his body adjust. I walked up to him and put both hands on his waist. His body gave a slight tremor when my hands touched his waist. It was a slight shock. Worst of all, I also felt a shock when I hit my own. Son felt his muscles, his body warm in my hands. So son, he straightened up. And I was pretending his back while she was actually straightening it. I was very excited, and when I look in the mirror, I almost see his penis bursting out of control because it's the thing that moves. I couldn't stand it anymore. I thought it was not yet time to try something more daring, because I was almost turning Rodrigo and kissing him warmly on the mouth. That, son improved. I keep going to the kitchen. And I went to my room quickly. The image of his penis erect in the bermuda does not leave my head. Erected by my mother, that was the most wonderful thing. I lay on the bed and quickly took off my pants. I touched myself until I had an incredible orgasm that almost made my body go into a coma of desire. Tears came down from so much desire and desire for my son. I would bite him to prevent him from hearing the groans. I put my pants back on and went with my softened body to the bathroom to take a bath. I saw that he wasn't working out anymore. When I saw the bathroom door closed, I ran and put my ear. I couldn't really listen but...yes....what I heard sounded like that...that...Rodrigo was masturbating. It could only be thinking about me, it could only be thinking about his own mother who gave birth to him. He was thinking about his mother as a woman, as a female, just as I thought about him as a male. I got excited again, I wanted to go in there and give my whole body to him, everything. I went back to the room. What was he thinking? Kissing me on the mouth? Sucking my breasts tight on the little nipples that were hard because of him? Throwing his hard, fat teenage penis into my vagina in a furious way? Mocking in my own mother's mouth and I swallowing every last drop of my own son's fucking dick? My own mother, my own son. These words, which I always thought to emphasize our status and kinship of blood excited me a lot. The forbidden, oh socially unforgivable... excited me even more and more. My son was my fruit, my tasty and sweet forbidden fruit. Why were we masturbating, one in the bathroom and the other in the other room wondering if we could consume this desire at once? When he came out of the bathroom, I went to take a shower. Before I suggested to him that we watch some TV together. He, logically, accepted. I took a nice, long shower. I came out of the bathroom, went to the room and perfumed myself, put cream on my thighs and put on a very short sweater. I came out of the room and invited him to dinner and then we watched TV. When he came out of the room to the dining room he was in a white T-shirt and Bermuda shorts. Ours, the muscles were getting more and more beautiful, by the T-shirt I noticed a split chest and getting more and more round. My son was getting the daily workout a pure Apollo. My Apollo. Delicious and tasty. As I wanted he looked at me from top to bottom. In the kitchen I made his dish. He started to eat and I was preparing mine. I took a glass of water and went to drink in front of the sink in front of him watching him. He looked at me and this time, I loved it, did not look away. I think he took a certain courage, something like "my mother is delicious, damn it I'm going to eat it with my own eyes, who commands to be so delicious even being my mother". His gaze stopped on my twisted thighs. He went down and up in both fixed. When his hit my gaze <unk> that I was also looking at him directly there <unk> he did not hold and after about four seconds tensed <unk> to feel the good desire of both in those four seconds, I swear <unk> he tried to look away again. I couldn't stand it and thought of something to provoke my Apollino even more. I got near the table I lifted up my already short sweater and asked: <unk> Love, do you think mommy's legs are getting pretty? Well turned? You know how it is, bicycle and treadmill every day but weights, I hope yes. I was even afraid that my kid would have indigestion because of me. When I asked showing his thighs almost in his face, his eyes became wide, his red skin and his look screamed at the thigh that I was almost putting in his face. I will turn the thigh back as well: <unk> Look son, how the muscles are so twisted isn't it? <unk> Yes mommy, they are very pretty, bigger thigh, you are doing the right exercises <unk> he said in such a shy way. <unk> He continues to smile. <unk> I answered, <unk> Didn't see you in the room? <unk> He told me that your child is like a cat with a smile. <unk> I said, <unk> I ran to the room. The reason? He spoke so timidly <unk> I hope with a look of desire that seemed to burn him inside <unk> that made me feel guilty that I was hurting his psychological. I hadn't had that guilt anymore. I sat on the bed and almost cried, I felt an emptiness in my stomach. But I thought again: Damn, it's okay, if he wants me and I him, if everything is done slowly, calmly, what's the problem? Just because society doesn't accept it? Damn society. I want him, I want him so much, as a son and a lover. I don't know if I can really fuck with him but this hot game of seduction ... why not continue? I don't see where it goes? I stopped crying. I took courage and got up. I had a bad idea, and I went back to the kitchen. I went back to the kitchen with absolutely white socks, short socks, and I went to the kitchen with very little sparkle, and I thought nothing. My puppy had just finished eating and was washing the dish. I watched him from behind. Delicious, there was no other word to define it: I told him so. Teenage back muscular (no exaggeration), fat arms and some beautiful legs, fat and hairy. And a butt that I stood with glazed eyes for a whole minute. I approached from behind: <unk> Let the mother wash the puppy afterwards. <unk> Oh, I'm already finishing mother <unk> he answered. "Sweetheart, when you're done, shall we sit on the couch and watch a movie?" "Yes, mother", my Rodrigo replied. Before leaving the kitchen I had to lean on that beautiful bundle, felt it, approached and went to get a glass. I leaned my body on him just to feel his butt. Son, his bermuda is full of food bran. I made up an excuse. Let me take it off. And I passed my hand as if I had taken bran but in the end I gave a smooth with circular movements on that beautiful butt of my son. I raised slowly, to feel the flesh of his body in my hand. When I raised him, he stopped half still as if he was enjoying the feeling or shyness of my ousadia. I even licked the lips of Tess while he was breathing. I will slowly make a movement downwards and upwards with a light and subtle grip. I'll wait for you on the couch. "That's a good mother", he said with a trembling voice. "Obviously if he looked at the floor, and I expected him to look, he would see that there were no candles, and his head would have to make the connections, let's say, "necessary", of why his mother smoothed her beautiful bundle so hard to remove non-existent candles. I sat on the couch with only my lace sweater and absolutely nothing else in my body. I was eager for Rodrigo to come soon. That night something would happen, I was bursting with desire and desire to seduce him. To seduce my own son. That still suited me but, my God, how I want, I desire, I feel desire for this boy, something uncontrollable. To have his body in my arms, his mouth in mine, his tongue entangling his mother's and his penis penetrating me, his penis in my mouth and his lips moving. God, it should be an unimaginable pleasure, something unimaginable, something so good and so intense that society must have forbidden it for fear of going mad with pleasure. And the desire was so ardent that it would be worth all the future troubles I would give my life for the love of my son. He was delaying and my heart was beating extremely hard, I was nervous because I wanted to take more risks, test him more. <unk>Rodrigo, come soon love, stay here at mommy's side and we'll see a movie soon <unk> I shouted. <unk>I'm going to go mother. At that moment his voice brought me a little guilt and reflection <unk> sensible some would say <unk> again. But it didn't last long, my carnal desire for my son delayed any reflection. I looked at my thighs. Beautiful, thick, smooth. I pulled the shirt, already short, further up when Rodrigo arrived his look could not turn away from his mother's thighs <unk> and that they could be his whenever he wanted, to lick, to squeeze, to kiss, to feel. All I knew about my hard hands was thinking and kissing on the shirt. He finally came, I listened without steps and avoided looking. When he came close he stood still for a while. I imagined that he should be glazed on my thighs. I looked at him and I had no surprise. His eyes were glazed on my thighs, on his mother's thighs, with a look of desire. I looked at him with a very malicious look and clapped my hand to my side <unk>Sit here next to Mommy's son. He came walking slowly and half suspiciously, looking at his shorts I noticed why he was suspicious, the volume was obvious. My son was already excited with his mother just by looking at my thighs. I felt my vagina wet at the moment, my nipples hardened, I almost grabbed him right there, I could not stand the erection anymore. I wanted to pull that short and see my son's penis jump hard from the erection for his mother. To suck on it, open my legs and say: "Son, put your beautiful and delicious pica in your mother now, finish with me, eat me until I can't stand it anymore. I didn't like that at all, I thought he'd feel closer or even glued to my body, and I wasn't sure if I was telling him to come closer or if I was getting closer, but I had an idea. -Son, stay there I'm going to get a glass of water. He doesn't get up. I got up and looked at him. He was a little suspicious staring at the TV but I looked directly at his shorts the huge volume was still there. My God what a delight, what a desire. I wanted to seduce my own son could only be crazy. But that teenage body, that hard cock of my son would be mine, he would enter me as many times as he wanted. I turned around and as I walked I didn't look but I felt my son's gaze on my body, he must have been traveling in it. When I went to sit I sat glued to him. He took a slight fright and it seems that he thought to move away a little bit but the moment he (and I) felt the contact of my thigh on his thigh he became as if paralyzed and did not make any more movements. And not only him, I also became static. My thick, smooth thigh was in contact with his delicious thigh, I felt the heat, the folds of his leg glued to my thigh. The incredible was the heat that I was feeling in that region. The contact zone of our thighs seemed to burn with heat. The film started and no one failed but nothing else. The incredible is not complete that I was pretending to look at his beautiful body, but he was looking at something in the volume. And I was breathing without stopping. And I was also breathing without stopping. I was breathing with my eyes fixed on the volume of the television and I also knew that Rodrigo was breathing with shortness of breath. I was thinking what do I do now, try something or not? It was already obvious that he wanted me and was with the stick barking of desire for me, for his mother. I gave a little bit away in the leg and I stuck in his again, it was fun to do that and he liked it because he gasped harder. I wanted so much that he took the initiative. He did not take but began to force his thigh more in mine and I forced a little bit back. Every now and then I gave a slight climb and descent just to scratch on his thighs, it was delicious. And we'd be clenching our thighs, gasping together, and we'd both be pretending that we were watching the movie and nothing was happening, and my vagina was soaking wet, and my boobs were popping my shirt, and my son's cock was almost popping his bermuda, and I knew that I was just going to turn around and kiss him, and he would never say no, and it was easy for me, but the last bit of courage, how do you do that? It ended up spending most of the movie, and we were in it. It was delicious, I'll admit, but it wasn't all I wanted. I invented something and I got up, I told him I had a headache and went to the room, he had a beautiful little face of helplessness. I went to the room exploding with horny and I went to masturbate with all the anger of this world that I was weak and did not go further. Dope. I did not have the courage, everything was ready, it was just to continue the seduction. I cried with anger all night. I invented something and I got up, I told him I had a headache and went to the room, he had a beautiful little face of helplessness. I went to the room exploding with horny and I went to masturbate with all the anger of this world that I was weak and did not go further. Dope. I did not have the courage, everything was ready, it was just to continue the seduction. I cried with anger all night. In the morning I woke up late, my puppy was already gone. Better, because I had to think. If I had decided to fuck my own son and already knew that he wanted the same, that is, already knew that he also wanted to fuck his own mother I had to go ahead. Although the more seduction the better for me to be even more sure of his sexual desire for me. And that suffocating next to me last night with that fluffy thigh rubbing on my smooth cushion and, above all, that wonderful penis completely hard bursting Bermuda while rubbing his thigh on me were more than enough evidence of his desire for his mother, as well as mine for him, for my son. The other day I woke up with the body catching fire and Rodrigo in my head all the time. I did not know what to do anymore, how to do but I had to take courage and take a stronger attitude or I would go crazy, I want my son sexually for me. And the desire for me was latent, a lucky boy I would say, it is not any beautiful boy of 18 years who has a woman like me <unk> modesty aside <unk> with body sculpture and beautiful wishing with him all the forces, desire, his body, his lips, his penis hard, rigid and erect inside me. The other day I had a doctor's appointment and I was going to leave at the same time Rodrigo was going to leave, I was going to leave together with him and I was going to jump at the same point. I talked to him and, unlike other boys his age, he loved the idea of going to school with his mother. Why is that? Is it something to do with the panting breath, glued buttons and his hard penis craving for his mother's props from the night before? I could only assume that yes. In the morning I took a shower and, although I was going to the doctor, I thought I would smell good and put on a very sexy but at the same time well-behaved outfit. Since it was a little cold, I wore something basic, but that my body sticks out a lot: a hyper-glued jeans and a black boot. I put on a white collared shirt and ring earrings. I looked in the mirror and I looked beautiful. He walked out of the room with his wet, straight hair and his dark blue pants and his white collared blouse, he was gorgeous, and he had such a delicious body, his working out with me was having an effect, his 18-year-old breastplate stood out in the white blouse, and it made me horny, it made me want to open that blouse and lick that beautiful, hard breastplate. But I got a hard-on even when I saw his look through my thighs with my jeans tight, he never tried to deviate, he was fixed on his mother's pocket, I made some hip movements to make his vision become even more pleasant. When I take the look away from his static eyes and look at his pants I see that his penis is already hard with desire for his mother, the pants are already with that beautiful volume and pleasant to see, I started to have a bigger hard-on. We spent a few seconds looking at each other's sex. I wanted to open that pants and suck my son at the time, suck a lot, until he enjoyed inside the mouth of my own mother I swallow all the pleasure of my son's penis. I woke up from hypnosis and said, "Let's go love or we'll be late". He ate me in my face without fear from top to bottom with his eyes and said, "Come on mom. I think after last night he must have gotten more confident, great for me. We went to wait for the bus, both with obvious desire still. Fortunately for us St. Peter helped everything become even more ... <unk>gostoso<unk> let's say so. It started raining and I was the only one with an umbrella, I pretended to fight a little with him saying how he leaves for school in that time without an umbrella for school. But it was all I wanted because I said: <unk> and stay together with Mommy down here. He approached half shy, I speak: <unk> Come closer son, stick to your mother's body otherwise it will get wet. He stuck to my body. Unfortunately, as he is still a little lower than me, he stood in front because with chalk his penis was completely rigid and I wanted to feel it in me. I put my hand through his waist, and pressed it against my body: <unk> Baby stay here oh, very close to mommy. We were just the two of us at the bus stop. I raised my hand from his abdomen to his slow chest. I gave a tight kiss on his cheek and said: <unk> My baby <unk> with a slight smile. I stayed with my hand static on his chest for a while. I felt his panting breath, his penis should be throbbing. I began to smooth his chest over his shirt and I was in doubt if he was talking or just sitting quietly, feeling like his body was static and his breathing was throbbing. I decided to talk: <unk> Taagarin stayed with the chest strong in my son. I saw how bad the result was with the animal? It lasted badly today. <unk> He turned to his chest and said: <unk> Let's start with his mother's voice, we'll start with the trembling chest. <unk> We didn't want to start smoothing his chest, but we started with the trembling chest. To my great surprise he said something that surprised me but that I loved to hear, he said a lot, but very timidly even, the voice almost does not come out: <unk> Mother, if we are going to work out today, wear your white gym pants? <unk> he paused and before I answered completed almost inaudible <unk> Only her? <unk> Oh, that surprised me a lot. He spoke trembling and that end with the <unk> only she <unk> made me feel contractions in the vagina, until I gave a slight squeeze on her chest at the time of the <unk> only? <unk>. Why son, do not you want me to wear a blouse? <unk> She laughed but very much knowing that he thought I was referring to wearing the oversized calfless, he would not like to have forgotten that beautiful day <unk> - No, not another mother ... Can I do without it all the way I said today and I was afraid: <unk> Brinco? <unk> I put my foot there almost inaudible <unk> Only her? <unk> Let's talk to my mother, you will laugh and ask me why he thinks it's ok to put my son in front of the shorts. <unk> You're so beautiful. <unk> Mom, you're so nice. <unk> <unk> First, you'll ask your mom, but you'll be okay. I tried and managed to look at his pants, the volume was huge. When I looked at the bus was full, I was thinking about rolling in with that size thing. So I had a brilliant idea and sent Rodrigo to come after me. It was impossible to pass the roulette and the little bastard understood the message well. Even lower than I stuck his body behind mine and took his shell from his mother. I loved every second. It became more and more obvious his desire for me. As he was lower, his face got into my hair, but the little bastard didn't get out of there, he turned his face halfway to the side and was rubbing that delicious volume that I had seen in his pants on my ass the whole trip. It was his navy blue pants on my tight jeans. I was afraid someone would notice but I don't think anyone noticed. I got hard dicks and wet vagina. My puppy started leaning over in fear, slowly, logically I helped him and started forcing my butt a little back. When I did he lost his shyness at once and started forcing forward and sometimes rubbed a little. On us, it was very hard. My son's penis was extremely rigid, and from his own desire for his mother's liking. But then mentally I made her go back and enjoy all the dicks hard and hard in front of her mother's tight jeans. I was afraid no one noticed but I got hard dicks and wet vagina. My puppy started leaning over in fear, slowly, logically I helped him and started forcing my butt a little back. When I did he lost his shyness all at once and started forcing forward and sometimes rubbed a little bit. On us, it was very hard. My son's penis was extremely rigid, and from his own desire for his mother's own desire for his own mother. But then I mentally made his penis extremely rigid and I went back pretending to enjoy that huge dickless dick and his dick hard dick in front of his mother's hard, but I was so I was so full of his dick, and I knew that it was so delirious, it was so delirious, it was so delicious, and I wanted to see if it was so delirious, and I had a little taste it, and I had a little bit of it. Suddenly something wonderful happened, I was forcing my butt backwards and my puppy his beautiful pussy forward. We were in a delicious "struggle of forces" for a while. And in that I felt his penis latching on my butt, latching as if he was having fun, I was sure he was having fun. Ours, he was having fun on my butt, of desire for his own mother, having fun on his mother's butt. Even on top of two pants but ... having fun. At the time he gave a slight, very slight, little shiver in his body and put his head (over and over) on my hair. I was afraid to have an orgasm right there. I really wanted to see my son's face at that moment, the first of many expected "fun" on his own mother. When it was time for him to come down, I kissed him goodbye and put my hand on the corner of his lips, almost on his mouth. He was red my cute, very handsome, very kitten my son. And mine, all mine. He had just stretched out all his panties enjoying rubbing on me, on his delicious mother. Many men wanted me but that was my man, that would be the only one with permission to have my body <unk> the body that so many others wanted <unk> it would be his if he wanted <unk> and I think I wanted <unk> to use and abuse, his mother would be sexually, all, my thick and twisted thighs would be for her to smooth, lick, bite; socks, breasts, xana, my mouth and my butt, his, everything. No boy his age would have a woman like him, only me. I jumped two points later still feeling my vagina completely wet. All the men in the street would turn their heads when I passed, I was used to it. But this whole body would belong to only one man in the world: my son. And that could happen today or at least I would seduce him <unk> and he to me, whom I wanted to deceive <unk> even more today, just later. I went to the doctor and then I went shopping. Thinking more logically. I went to a store that sells gym clothes. I told my puppy that I would wear my white suplex pants <unk> no underpants logically <unk> but I saw in the store a very white and beautiful little suplex shorts. I kept thinking, if I wear this shorts without underpants it will show my little xana for my son and it will go into my rubber pants <unk> same as the pants but it will show my whole thighs. Would he feel more attracted by seeing me in pants or shorts? I decided to take it, try it at home and decide at the time. While the guys in the store wouldn't take their eyes off me and I thought, you can look and marmanjos baby, who's going to have a 18 year old <unk>lecleque<unk>, beautiful, perfect, delicious, wonderful and adorable. I went to look at the shorts for him to work out with me. I wanted to see those thick cushions while he worked out but at the same time I wanted one that would highlight his penis that would surely get erect and rigid made a stone when seeing mommy in white suplex shorts without panties and with my cushions turned out. I hesitated between a tighter one and a looser one, both very short. I thought that the tighter one might not let his beautiful penis so loose. I bought both but I would give him the loose one today. He might well have the idea of putting him without underwear. I went to the cashier to pay and I noticed the looks of the men as they wrapped their necks around me. He had one with his girlfriend who took a little tap from her. It's marmanjos, all this is from Rodrigo, my son, an 18-year-old "moleque". He's the only one who will be able to put his hand in my flesh, squeeze me, smooth me, lick, suck, kiss do everything, I'm his, my body is his. He'd be home by 1:00 p.m., and I thought I'd call his cell phone and call him to have lunch with his mom on the street, and then we could grab a movie. And who knows, at the movies, I could seduce him a little bit more and make him even crazier for our evening workout? But I'd have to be careful, because if I went too far, it could have the opposite effect. In public, he could be more shy. I called. His happiness was felt only by the voice, it was one of, "Oh, of course, Mom, Cinema with you? Of course, Mom, I want to. My son should be remembering my tight grip this morning, my body on it and our rubbing on the bus this morning. Oh, my God. What am I doing with my son? I made an appointment with him at the mall where the movie theater was. We were still going to choose the movie. I wanted any one, he wanted to be by my side in the dark. He called and said he was coming. He arrived about ten minutes later. He had such a beautiful body, the teenage chest, defined and strong stood out on the shirt, the smooth little hair with some fallen wicks was beautiful. And his mouth smiling when he saw me, big, beautiful lips, lips that I, sooner or later, would lean on mine and taste them, feel the warmth, press his lips against mine in a delicious kiss. Who knows today. And his eyes. I even laughed with happiness and the funny he looked very quickly at my face but then his eyes were very close to the middle of my thighs, he was staring at my jeans and he could only stare at my face and I don't know if he was staring at my xana xana sometimes and he didn't even notice that he was staring at me. Son, I said I saw you this morning, but I missed you already. He came over and I gave him a very tight hug. It was amazing, but besides feeling his strong teenage body against mine, his penis was already rigid as stone. I think just by looking at me, it was already rising and hardening like steel. It was at the height of my vagina, so I felt it hard, coming close. And I knew, it was my own son's dick that I felt against my body. Excited by me, by my mother. I was already wet. The hug was long, I could feel his dick beating against my body. I stopped hugging, even for fear of being noticed. I looked into his eyes, he wasn't ashamed this time and looked into mine. We both wanted to kiss right then and there. I said: "Son, let's buy the tickets". "OK mom". And we went up the escalator. We walked hand in hand, like a couple of lovers. My son with an unusual beauty, beautiful face and body. The mother did not speak, the men of the shooping twisted the neck and my son seemed happy to know that they wanted his mother but who was holding hands with her was him. We bought our tickets, and we went in, and the movie was "Match Point" by Woody Allen, and I sat down next to my beautiful son, and the movie theater could lift his arm off the chairs, and I said, "Honey, let Mommy lift her arm off the chair so we can watch the movie more together". I glued my body to his. My thigh in tight jeans with his thigh in school pants. My arm was also glued to his little by little, until our bodies became "glued". The actress in the film was very beautiful, of an unusual beauty I would say. My imagination went to the heights, I imagined myself, my son and her. He was watching an initiation of sex between us and then we would call him to give him as much sexual pleasure as possible two women can give a boy. Who knows if I could seduce my son, in the future, would we not go to bed with someone else? A beautiful girl like the actress in the film. So he could be with other beautiful women but never leave his mother, who would initiate him sexually. No, I thought I was traveling already, but fantasies are a good thing. And having sex with my son wouldn't be a fantasy, not really, it would be real. I looked at his pants and... well... it was a fantastic sight, his penis didn't sag. Not really. When he met me at the mall and hugged me he was already erect and so on. I looked into his eyes and he just didn't look slanted at my legs when the beautiful actress appeared on the screen, at that moment he was divided. I decided to talk to him: "Isn't that actress beautiful, son?" "Yes, mother, very beautiful", he replied. And he ended with something I didn't think he'd hear: "But you're even more". I was surprised and said naturally: "Seriously son? Thank you. He always wanted to please me, his mother delicious and that heated the side of his thigh at that moment, leaving him excited like a stone. I wasn't sure what to do in the cinema, it was a place, and so it was risky, and if he didn't have a good reaction, something I doubted but couldn't risk, it wouldn't be good. I'd look at his penis and it was hard, really hard, and my wish would be to unzip it, put my head down, tell my love to stand still and suck it right there in the movie theater, while he was making fun of me and I'd swallow all of my son's hot milk. I decided to go slowly, I put my hand on his forearm and I was smoothing very gently, his body gave a slight tremor with the count of my hand on his skin. I loved it, I loved it very much. I was smoothing and I put my hand on his. He did not take his eyes off the screen but his breathing became faster. I can not say anything because mine was also. When I looked at his trousers his penis was throbbing, I saw the trousers go up and down gently. As he smoothed his hand our thighs were glued together, I felt his body moving with his gasping breath. Wow, what would I do now? I thought I would go with my hand very slowly and put it on his throbbing penis. I would put it slowly, carefully, I doubt he would try to take it off or do anything. But what if he did? There was a public place, although I had the absolute certainty that my son was extremely excited about me, that his penis was hard as stone and throbbing because of me, yet the reaction could be unpredictable. So I decided to take his hand up to my thigh. I knew how much he admired my thick, hard, twisted thighs. Even though I'm in jeans (super tight logically) I think he would find it pleasurable to smooth the delicious thigh of his mother. Of his beautiful and lovely mother who would be his wife, his female, for him to enjoy sexually whenever he wanted. I stopped smoothing his hand and held it tighter. I took it gently and placed it gently on my thigh. His breathing increased and I saw that he wanted to look at my thigh but didn't have the courage and looked only from the corner. I began to gently rub his hand on my thigh, it was so good the feeling of his hand on the jeans. I thought if he said something or stayed still, just feeling. I pretended to look at the film more I looked at his stick, pulsated more than ever. His beautiful little mouth opened and his tongue gently passed over his lips, as I wanted to kiss at that moment <unk> if it wasn't in the cinema I would have done it. Suddenly, possibly without holding on any longer, he did something that I loved, and as I passed his hand over my thigh, he gave me a delicious grip on it, and I thought, "Great, he's going to take action, go son, abuse me, do whatever he wants with his mother's body, he's all yours. He squeezed and smoothed a little more, then another squeeze and smoothed. I wanted him to dare once and put his hand on my bouquet that was wet and barking with desire but at the same time I was afraid that someone in the cinema would understand. And I could not remove his hand otherwise he would not have more courage. I decided to wait and see. He would reach up to my groin from time to time as if he wanted to go to my throbbing xana. But he would go back and forth as if he didn't have the courage. And I was thinking about what to do and I was afraid of being in a movie. I thought, fuck, he won't do anything wrong, I'll put my hand on his thigh too. Follow what he's doing to me and see the reaction. According to the reaction I would think about what to do. I put my hand on his jeans and began to smooth them gently, and I felt his body "take a shock". We stared at the screen and one smoothed the other's thigh. I was doing what he did to me, gentle, light, tight movements. I stopped looking at the screen and gave him a sneaky look. He had his mouth wide open and occasionally his beautiful little eyes closed as if to feel more strongly the pleasure of touching me and being touched by his mother. And, logically, I looked at his pants, it was very hard, it was throbbing. I thought, it's now or never, I'm going to put my hand on this delight of massage and massage it. I was slowly feeling my hand up his delightful thigh and gently put my hand on his stick. This time the shock was musical. My God, that delight of his was indescribable, over the top of the jeans, even for my son's hand, the feeling of wanting my mother's stiff stick. But not only did he seem surprised at my audacity. To tell the truth I was also surprised at myself. I should have had this attitude at home, not in a relatively crowded cinema, but he stopped straightening me up and became static, did not dare to look out of the screen but began to gasp and had a slight expression of pleasure on his face. I began to massage with a little more force, our stone, his stick besides being made hard seemed to be quite large and thick to a certain extent. I was crazy to open that zipper, put that delicious thing outside and start sucking my own son inside the cinema until I swallowed all the warm enjoyment of it. He continued to massage and something fantastic. I felt completely as it had happened in his bus, while it was getting harder, while it was getting harder now, and I started to enjoy the massage with his mother's hand, and I felt completely ashamed of that little stick. Yes, and when he started to enjoy the massage with his mother's hand, I started to feel more and more like it. I moved my hand away gently and the rest of the film was in the deepest silence. I didn't know if I felt good about what I had done or not. The sexual part was a delight, I was aroused at a hyper-maximum level, the kiss of my breasts were as hard as my puppy's cock <unk> more would be impossible <unk> and my xana was ultra-wet. But... was it right what I did? I thought, now it's over, I started and I must continue, the pleasure was enormous, imagine kissing him on the mouth, feeling his whole body, sucking his cock and feeling him penetrate me. Now it was time to continue. Things had changed in that cinema. The movie ended, and we went out, and my puppy was completely silent, and I was kind of worried, and I thought, I'd better say something. "All right, puppy?" He shook his head positively. "I want to go to the bathroom", he said. I waited, he waited for a while, I wondered what was going on in his head, a teenager who had just been spanked by his hot mom inside a movie theater and who enjoyed it. Sadness, anger, hatred? Or craving, happiness, and more and more desire for his mother? Because desire and craving for me was obvious that he had <unk> and a lot <unk> because before taking such an attitude he had to be sure of it. I was waiting for him to come out of the bathroom with some fear. I even wondered if he wasn't masturbating in there. If he joked and came out with a lot of desire it wouldn't be impossible. Anyway, he doesn't even need it because I plan to go beyond that boiling with him today. He left and, to my delight, he did not look sad, on the contrary, he left with a face, if not joyful, of satisfaction. And the best came later, when he left and saw me he cast that look that I already knew but this time without fear, that is, he ate me from top to bottom with his eyes, with a look of pure desire, a look that said "I want you all for me little mother". "Where are we going now, mom?" said my puppy. I almost answered "We're going to a motel to fuck until we can't take it anymore", and although I thought he would love that answer, I said, "Let's go home, son". I enjoyed the line and completed it. "We can have sex together tonight at midnight, what do you think?" Know that I will wear the white suplex in which you found me beautiful, with nothing. "I said the "without anything" in a half-fearful tone, and, logically, he understood correctly because he was the one who had asked me to have sex with white suplex without a calf. I saw him biting his lower lip and sighing when I thought about it, the bite on his lower lip was simply too much. Whoever was wearing it was pure desire for me. I was mad with fear of my new body to hear our conversation in the mall. Today I was walking around the mall. I sat down on his lap, I put my arms around his shoulders, and I put my mother's hand on his shoulder, and I said, "Yes, it's my son's fault. We're going to try to wear shorts while he's walking around the mall today". And my little boy was sweating and sweating. We got to the point of clutching buses. Since there was no one at the point, I decided to embrace Rodrigo and stick with him and when I did this no surprise occurred because: he returned the hug and hugged me tightly <unk> placing his head gently above my breasts and, yes, you know, I felt that his cock was hard again made of steel <unk> youth is everything <unk> and he, jerk as he was getting, left the cock right at the height of my xana, and stuck his jeans in. We stood still, in my silence and clutched waiting for the bus. I felt his cock, he knew that I felt and squeezed me more, I was boiling inside, but I always looked to see if there was no one left because I did not know that my son was clutching cock hard at the height of my xana, we are clutching and mother and son with school clothes. <unk> The bus arrived, we unzipped, you could see his chest through his jeans, I got on the front so no one could see, unfortunately it was empty, we sat next to each other, tight, I held his hand, and we went on the trip without a word, caressing each other's hands, my son's chest never shrank as long as he was close to me, incredible, we were tight, thigh to thigh. It would be today, for sure, something would happen. A kiss or even a trance but something would happen and I was psychologically prepared for the most diverse possible reactions from him... and from me. I couldn't lie, I didn't really know what my reaction would be, a mother who spends the whole bus ride looking and wishing for her son's completely hard cock <unk> and that with the hard cock because of the mother <unk> was not something socially normal. But...society is a construction. We could have our own micro-world of sexual pleasures and delights, me and him and the rest of society look <unk> normal<unk>. We got home. I spoke to him: "Son, I'm going to take a shower and put on my new white clothes, with nothing <unk> I said the <unk> with nothing <unk> in a malicious way and with a slight smile <unk> cowardly <unk> for us to work together ok? I want to see you wearing the new shorts I gave you. I looked at the middle of his legs and the volume was still high, wow, he must have had a very, very big crush on me. I went to take a shower. I was extremely nervous and extremely excited at the same time. I was all, absolutely all shaved for my puppy. I had a nine-year-old girl's xana with me for him to suck, screw, lick, do whatever he wanted with his mother. I was thinking, is he playing one thinking about me in the bathroom? I hope not to save all the energy. Although, I think he could play five that would still have enough energy for me. I dried myself, I put on a little perfume, and I looked at myself completely naked in the mirror, and I looked at myself from top to bottom, and really, I had a wonderful body, for my age then, I would say almost perfect, and I was smooth, and my skin was glowing as the light reflected off my hard, soft, twisted thighs, and my son would be a very lucky man. I put the white suplex on my whole body, I only put it on my previously naked body. It's amazing how, even though I have a beautiful body - I'm not narcissistic, I'm just telling the truth, I'm not blind - the suplex shaped it even more. And yes, he went into the xana, the division was obvious, and you could tell from my face that I was without underwear. I turned and looked at my butt, it was even firmer, and the suplex came in too. I imagined my son's reaction to seeing me in this outfit. Suddenly, I was going crazy. My penis was going to explode. And at the same time, I imagined what kind of mother I was when I was doing this. But I didn't back down, the desire and the immense desire didn't let me back down. But I flew away, a guilt. And I went to the gym, and we used to work out, and we used to love to work out, or I liked to work out, and I ended up, well, influencing my puppy, and now he has this teenage Greek god body, and he had reserved a room in the house just to put gym equipment in, and it was like a mini-academy, and there were, of course, mirrors on the walls, and I looked at myself, and it was wonderful. My puppy was taking a long time, so I sat on the chest machine and started the exercise, opening and closing his arms. Then my puppy came in. He was in short shorts, showing his legs and because it was half tight, showing his cock. He was wearing a white shirt that highlights the developed teenage chest. He was a boy's delight, very nice. For the first time the business was soft, which would last a short time, a very short time by the look he threw at me. He must have touched the bathroom a lot thinking about me for the cock to be soft. I thought, I'm going to make this beautiful cock rise up soon. But I didn't have to do (almost) anything. I got up and walked towards him. I have a natural roll and probably my suplex without panties made my son crazy. It was a beautiful scene to see, as I walked towards him to embrace him he was getting shy in a way but did not open his eyes between my thighs (if you understand me rsrsrsrs) and I saw the most beautiful thing in my life, his cock was growing, becoming rigid at an incredible speed right in front of me, I just saw his shorts increasing in volume. Funny that it was a look at the other sex. I thought, I will embrace him strong and feel good with well-colored and on this wonderful volume of my body finish growing. I hugged him very tightly saying: how good that you came my love, I was feeling alone here. I was squeezing his body against mine and, what a wonderful feeling to feel his penis growing next to my body, and his whole body was hard, strong, tasty. He was losing his shyness and hugged me by the waist and forced my body lightly against his, logically to rub his penis on me. I pressed even harder. We were hugged for a while, a very tight hug, his penis was hard like a titanium rock. We were breathing heavily. I wondered if I was going to try to kiss him soon or if that was not the time yet. His dick was very hard and I was extremely wet and the nipples of the breasts were hard. I think there was no better time. I gave a light kiss on his neck to see the reaction. To feel my son's body give a slight shake. I doubted if it would continue. But his thud was strong against my body. The boy must have been going crazy, but the one I was trying to deceive, I was also crazy with tenacity ... my son. I squeezed him slightly tighter on my body, we had extremely tight thighs and the throbbing of his penis was more and more intense and regular. My body began to tremble slightly, I gave another light kiss on his neck, then I gave another, but with a light lick, his taste, the taste of his skin was delicious. He squeezed me with his hands and his body gave a slight "decayed" as if he was too much, I don't know, as if his legs were weak, I think that would be the best definition. The doubt increased, what to do now, it's my own son, my God, what do I do now? I don't know, I really don't know why <unk> the guilt maybe <unk> but I slowly pushed him away from my body. I was pushing him away with my arms. My eyes were a duality, we were dizzy with guilt and at the same time catching fire of pure, ancestral and instinctive desire. I pushed him away and his gaze was equally burning with desire but very confused. The volume in his shorts was immense, his muzzle simply opened and his beautiful neck shone from the wet saliva of my tongue. Then I would know that to send him away was the best decision, as you will know later. I spoke to him: well kid, let's work out isn't it? You help your mother and I help you. <unk> good mother <unk> he answered with a hesitant voice. I sat on the chest brace and said: son stand here in front of me, see if I'm not tortured and if I need help you help is love? I sat on the brace with legs wide open <unk> yes, I had doubts, then I continued with the seduction. The vision for him should be the best possible. He stood in front of me, looking confused but glazed on my xana in white suplex pants. I started to sweat and my suplex began to stick a little. I imagine what he was seeing, my xana must have become extremely visible. He was looking at her without shame, no one got to pass his hand on the thigh like who wanted to touch his own penis must be crazy to masturbate, he only needed to drool. I stayed doing the exercise, opening and closing my arms with my thighs wide open. I finished and said: - go you now my beautiful. I stood up, walked up to him, put my hand on his waist <unk> and felt the <unk>heat in the environment <unk> his eyes stuck to my breasts. I turned him over and put him sitting in the chair. <unk>come son, I stayed with me. I stood in front of him and he started opening and closing his arms. His legs were half open and his penis went up even more, he was <unk>pointing forward<unk>, it was something simply delightful to see, that sweat began to descend on his beautiful forehead, I know opening and closing and his hard penis of desire pointing forward. I suplexed in my lap, while he was looking at it empty and the exercise was not completely visible to me, the xanax was not pleasant. I had an idea and I quickly put it into practice. "Son, I think you have a cramp. Let me sit down and stretch my leg, do you massage mommy's thigh?" He didn't think twice and said: "I do, logical mom, before it gets worse, stretch the leg". I stretched out my twisted leg and he got glazed on it and started massaging. Actually what he was doing was not really a massage on my thigh, he was actually smoothing and feeling the sweetness of my mother's thigh. His cock was almost bursting his shorts, he was smoothing me almost breathing hard, the breathing was strong and panting, from time to time he licked his lips and squeezed my thigh hard, especially in the lower muscle, he was smoothing my thigh all the while....while I was almost going crazy, to look at my boy smoothing my thigh, breathing hard, with his dick completely full of desire for me, that beautiful face with my dirty hair falling on my face, that delicious and hot tongue, I wanted, he wanted, my son was licking me a lot, sucking my body, and now I wanted some deep kisses, which gave me a lot of pain, when I was pressed by the train, my breasts were shaking. I said: <unk> ah, passing son, you have magic hands my love. I lifted up very slowly and he was lifting up with me. Our bodies well together, almost glued and my eyes were lifting up together with theirs. Then I feel his penis, which was inside the shorts yet pointing forward so rigidly, touching my body, I and he trembled, he gave a slight and beautiful wink with the trembling in the body, but no one moved away. He passed his hand lightly on his strand of hair falling on the forehead away a little, I could look into his eyes, I got closer to his body <unk> and his stone penis touched me even more <unk> he began to squeeze between his waist with his hand liked the shape of my hand well, but I looked at his pure defined chest and his dirty body again and my eyes were lifting up together with theirs. I said to him: I felt his penis, which was inside the shorts yet pointing forward so rigidly, touching my body, I and he trembled, he gave a slight and beautiful winkle of his eyes with the trembling in the body, but no one turned away. He passed his hand lightly on his head with his hair falling away a little bit, but I could look into his eyes, I could get closer to his eyes, and his stone penis touched me even closer to his body <unk> and his stone penis was lifted up with me still <unk> and he was lifting up with me <unk> he was lifting up with me very slowly <unk> and he was lifting up with me <unk> and he was lifting up with me <unk> he was lifting up with me <unk> but he was lifting up with me <unk> our bodies were very slowly lifted up with me <unk> our bodies well well well well well <unk> our bodies well well well well well well well well well well well well <unk> and he was lifted up and he was lifted up with me <unk> but he was lifted up with me <unk> he was lifted up with me <unk> he was lifted up with me <unk> he was lifted up <unk> he was lifted up with me <unk> he went up with me <unk> with me <unk> with me <unk> with my body <unk> with my body <unk> with my love <unk> but I knew he was very well well well well well well well well well but I knew how he was going <unk> with his son <unk> with his son <unk> with his son <unk> with his son <unk> with his son <unk> with his son <unk> with his son <unk> with his son <unk> he was going <unk> with his son <unk> with my son <unk> with my son was going <unk> but I knew how to know it was going <unk> with his body was going <unk> with my son <unk> with my son <unk> and I knew it was going <unk> and I was going to know it was going with my son <unk> and I knew how to know what I knew it was going to be with my son <unk> and I knew it was going with my son As we kissed madly with desire, his penis grew harder and harder like a rock, it was amazing how that business could be so rigid, and he pressed it ever tighter against my body as we kissed and I pressed my body against his penis. I opened my eyes for a moment and I saw our image in the mirror kissing me, our bodies glued together. Magnificent, two beautiful bodies, one of a mature woman who cares for herself, with a beautiful body of white supplex, and a delicious teenager, in shorts and shirts, all wrong, the two bodies entwined, caressing each other, mother and son, it was something delicious and beautiful to see, and I closed my eyes and the kiss, the feeling, the caresses continued. The kiss was finally over, I pulled his lips with mine and let go of his thick, juicy lip. I was a little discouraged for a moment, but we looked into each other's eyes. Our eyes "grunted" at each other, noses almost pressed, we breathed breathlessly, his look, beautiful, burning with desire, but a desire along with surprise and fear. I felt his penis lower down touching me, lapping. We didn't say a word, I just gave a slight push on his head towards mine and he came naturally, his lips kissed me again. It was another long, warm, wet and delicious kiss. He began to loosen and his hand passed down my back, it seemed to have no more grip on my butt. Nothing that I could help. He grabbed his hand and kissed it until it was there, breathlessly, his look, beautiful, burning with desire, but a desire along with surprise and fear. I felt his penis lower down touching me, lapping. We didn't say a word, I just gave a slight push on his head towards mine and he came naturally, his lips kissed me again. It was another long, warm, wet and delicious kiss. He began to loosen and his hand passed down my back, and it seemed to have no more grip on my butt. I couldn't help it, but we looked into each other's eyes. He looked at me, and we both looked at each other's eyes, and we both looked at each other's eyes, and we kissed each other's eyes, and our eyes were looking at each other's eyes, and our eyes were looking at each other's eyes closed, and our eyes were looking at each other's eyes, and our eyes were looking at each other's eyes were looking at each other's eyes, and our eyes were looking at each other's eyes were looking at each other's eyes were looking at each other's eyes. We finished kissing. I looked into his eyes, we said absolutely nothing, we just gasped and looked at each other with burning desire, I took his hand and I took my boy to my room. I knew what was going to happen, he knew what was going to happen. We walked slowly he was being carried by me, what was going to happen now could ruin our lives, or maybe make it more interesting and fun. It was a risk, but it had all started. I opened the bedroom door, went in with him and slammed the door hard, pulled him against my body and started kissing him juicy, crazy, started kissing him hard, burning with desire. My boy responded, half shy still but responded, kissing me hard, tongue to tongue intertwined, tongues of mother and son. I stopped kissing him for a second, looked into his eyes and pulled back his shirt. He looked at me with a look of fear and desire together. His poor teenage body was beautiful. I went down with his tongue by the neck to his strong and defined breast, I started licking his entire breast and sucking his left nipple. He was delicious. My boy began to sniff and whine a lot and he absolutely loved to do something with both of his hands, and then he made me feel even more like a teenager by licking my breast, and I just held him tightly with his hands, and I didn't feel like licking his breast, and then I held him tightly with my hands. I began to lick my tongue down his defined abdomen. It was delicious to lick that young and strong body, the body of my son that I had so dreamed of possessing. I was licking my tongue down and knew that in a matter of seconds I was going to fulfill one of my greatest sinful desires. He also knew where my tongue was going down and I'm sure he also dreamed a lot of that moment. I knelt in front of my son and for a magical moment, I observed how big the volume in his shorts was, I saw that volume lapping in front of my face, lapping with desire for his mother. And why not grant this desire to my boy? I sucked some of his shorts down and his penis was so strong that it hit his belly. Several of his lips were hard, beautiful, very hard, made a consolation of tears. He was grumpy, mean, very hard, a consolation of tears. The bigger the way he looked at me, the bigger my tongue was going down and I was sure he also dreamed a lot of this moment. I knelt down in front of my son and for a magical moment, I saw that volume lapping in front of my face, lapping, lapping with desire for his mother. Why not grant this desire to my boy? I sucked some of his tears. I sucked my boy for what seemed like an eternity. I felt that he was going to have fun. As much as I wanted to swallow all his warm and wonderful fun in my mouth that was not the moment. It was necessary for that penis created by perfection to remain firm and strong for much longer. I stopped sucking him and I went up with my tongue, licked his insides to his mouth, we kissed passionately again. I looked into his eyes, they were as if in another world. I moved away a little from my crack and as in a brief strip, I took off the top of my suplex I showed my middle breasts (but more for large), firm, and with hard beaks made of rock and pointing to the sky. He could not take his eyes off my breasts. I approached and hugged him again, my bare breasts in contact with his beautiful teenage breastplate equally naked. I tucked the nipple of the nipples on his chest from one side to the other gently. Then I moved away a little and pushed him with my left hand if he liked my son's face at that moment, with some beautiful openings between the lips, he immediately understood that I wanted to make my mouth hard, firm, and with the beaks hard and pointing to the sky. He could not take his eyes off my breasts. I approached and hugged him again, my bare breasts in contact with his beautiful teenage breastplate equally naked. After he sucked my breasts I was pushing his head slightly down, I believe that as soon as he understood that he was going to suck my breasts he would understand what he was going to do. I took his two hands and I was passing under my waist, he understood and began to lower his hands together with my suplex, undressing me gently. I lifted my feet and he took off the rest of the suplex, which, that is, was wet between the thighs due to how much I was soaked with excitement. He was in ecstasy, started licking my leg and was climbing up to my thigh. Lapped from the knee up, bit lightly, rubbed his face, the boy was crazy, and I too, because lie. My clitoris throbbed with desire knowing that in minutes I would feel the warm tongue of my son in it. I moved away, still standing, slightly legs, they looked glazed to my xana completely shaved, again he understood what I wanted. The boy simply fell out of his mouth in hot sex. The feeling was wonderful, unlike many men (?) who are disgusted, my son showed himself a real man by licking me suck, feel my hot juice in his mouth, the boy, in fact, did not know if he sucked, licked, licked his face, but just like when I suck my breast, just to see his teenage fury delighting with the xana of the mother was something unique, our, what a wonderful feeling. I felt my blood boiling, the beaks of my breasts became harder. Each time my legs began to beat and I could not stand on my feet. A little bit of my mouth pulled by his hair from my mouth and he wanted to continue to suck on the legs of the boy in bed and I did not understand that he was crying again. He drove me to delirium with his teenage tongue, I began to feel more and more of a boner, my body began to burn, my legs began to tremble, yes, I was beginning to have my first orgasm in a trance with my son, and he had not yet penetrated me. And he came, strong, intense, tasty, delicious, I began to tremble all, while this my boy did not take his tongue from my clitoris for nothing, kept licking me and sucking with fury. When the orgasm came fully, I could not endure, I grabbed his smooth hair and pulled him away from my xana, because I had to push with his force together my thirsty mouth for juice did not want to come out. He sighed so furiously, without air of a boner and I looked at my son like a boner, our eyes met, he was drowsy, with a look of a boner that he wanted more of his body, kisses and lips were thicker, his lips were wetter, I started to tremble all, while my boy did not take his tongue from my clitoris for nothing, he kept licking me and sucking me with fury. When the orgasm came fully, I could not endure, I grabbed his smooth hair and pushed him away from my xana, because I had to push his thirsty mouth for juice so much, my body began to burn, my legs began to tremble, my legs began to shake, my legs began to shake, yes, my legs began to shake, my legs began to shake, my legs began to shake, and my legs began to shake, and my legs began to shake, In this I felt Maya down his wonderfully rigid penis brushing at the height of my xana. Yes, that's right, the moment would be this, the dream <unk> of mine and I'm sure that of him too <unk> would be fully realized. That hard rock made penis, big and thick of my son would penetrate his mother and it would be now. I lowered my arm, I held his penis <unk> ours, how hard it was <unk> and I put it at the entrance of my sex, nature did the rest, a light stir of body and his penis penetrated me. I do not know how to describe the feeling, it was not like any other transa that I had had, it was much, much superior, it was magical, every time that full member of my son penetrated my mother, I cried out loudly, almost a scream of pleasure, of delusion, of madness. My pride became real. He put his eyes on me, equally cold, thirsty and thick, and he embraced me with the warmth of his penis, and he was gently entering his mother's body, and I think it was the warmth of his penis, and he was gently embracing his penis, and I knew that it was coming out of his penis. The speed was increasing and I began to feel <unk> as if it was possible <unk> his dick getting even more rigid inside my xana. I was sure that my boy was to give his first blowjob inside the mother, the first of many and many I expected, it was wonderful, I wanted that teenage dick every holy day inside me. If he was enjoying now, even fast, it would be normal, because the erection that my boy was huge, and, modesty the part woman, delicious as his mother, my puppy would hardly find. Yes, his dick was getting stiffer and he started moaning and panting more. Finally he enjoyed, I felt liters of his hot fuck inside me, it was a unique sensation, to feel my son's fuck flowing inside my xana, hot, tasty, his sweaty body after sex panting on me. We finished our first intercourse, I looked into his eyes and pulled his face to mine, we kissed a lot. And what is a teenager with a hard-on isn't it? His penis got totally erect while we were kissing, I looked at him and laughed, he laughed back, I put his again in my xana and it all started again. What a delight my God. He started again the enters and exits nice, warm, our bodies together, then laughed again and we hugged, I still felt his penis inside me. I looked into his eyes and he into mine, it was so beautiful, his were shining, at the same time, however, they seemed amazed. I looked into his lips and I kissed him hard and nice, we were kissing a good and delicious time. When I finished I hugged him hard. We were like this for a good time. My son finally fell asleep completely naked in my arms, after having his first sexual intercourse with me, his mother. At that moment I was wondering what our life would be like, his mainly. We would have to talk. Our relationship would be just, no one would know, our secret. I left him sleeping and went to take a bath, because the washing of my son's body was delicious. I liked my body and I looked at his naked body and now we were sleeping, he was thick and nice, we were kissing a good and delicious time. At the end I hugged him hard. We had a good time. My son finally fell asleep completely naked in my arms, after having his first sexual intercourse with me, his mother. At that moment I was thinking about what our life would be like. Our relationship would be just, nobody would know, our secret. Later I heard him taking a bath, what would happen in his head? When he came out in shorts and T-shirt I went to hug him, it was a strong hug and taste and finally I said: -my angel, it was one of the most wonderful moments of my life. And I believe yours too. I love you. I love you as a son and I love you as a man, as my lover. I want to continue this beautiful and loving relationship between us <unk> he was going to talk, but I did not let <unk> put if you want to continue no one can know about it, never. It will be our beautiful secret. He spoke with a trembling voice <unk> Yes mother, no one will ever know, I love you too, as a mother and my lover, I don't know what to say... -Don't say anything I said <unk> he was so beautiful, I hugged him again and I felt his penis grow, our, who said nothing more was me, I simply looked again into his eyes and kissed him intensely, our second transaction would begin there. We became lovers and made love almost every day, in various places of the house. We had moments of mother and son and moment of a couple extremely passionate and thirsty for sex. At breakfast, one day, he was sitting at the table, went underneath walking on all fours and I sucked him, I sucked all his fat until he enjoyed in my mouth and I swallowed everything without leaving a drop. The other day my bad boy imitated me and sucked me deliciously under the table until I enjoyed, he was sucking like no one had ever sucked me in his life, his tongue searched for every corner of my sex, sucked with pleasure, delighted with the mother of xana. Another day he made his first anal, feeling with my son that was indescribable. Another day we made a full darkness, we went out at night and we settled as a couple, like a kiss, intense and gave me a kiss. Of course if they thought that I was a newborn, they would imagine that I was a little boy in my mother's crown. And of course, no one would like to know that I was a little boy. And so I tell my story. I never thought that one day I would fuck my son and he would be the man of my life. We live our sexuality intensely, my son is getting more beautiful and delicious every day, and I take great care of myself and I'm a mature and delicious woman, a woman that many men desire, but whose body, every curve of mine, belongs entirely to my son, my beautiful and delicious little teaspoon.