Mommy masturbates thinking about me!

Hello everyone, my name is Fernando, I am 20 years old and I would like to share with you a wonderful thing that happened to me last month, I live in Victoria-ES with my mother and a sister of twelve years. My father passed away six years ago and left us a nice pension, my mother is a sensational brunette with about 1.70 height about 68kg black hair and a white and soft skin, a small round bundle, and a small pink closet and does not even look her age (41).
It all started when, due to a distraction of mine, I forgot the door of my room open at night (I always sleep naked and lock the door at night) the fact was that in the morning I woke up with the greatest desire and I began to punch my mother in my bed with my eyes closed. When I was about to have fun I heard the sound of the door opening quickly, it was my mother who literally grabbed me with a stick in her hand, she was all out of grace but stared at my stick, apologized and went out and closed the door. I was with the greatest shame I got up and went to take a bath then I went to apologize to her, she told me that all right it was a more normal thing and everything, stayed in that position. Only one day when I arrived at the top of the most beautiful course in the house I decided not to make a fuss and I heard some whining coming from my mother's room. I remembered that she had the door slammed open and she continued to see the door slamming, it was my mother who literally grabbed me with a stick in her hand, she was all out of grace but she looked at my mother's hand and I began to confuse myself with a whission until I was able to see what had happened, and then I sat in my mother's bed with a whisper and a whisper.
"Come on, son, get your little dick all up in your motherfucking cunt".
"Without pity come... break me all tears me... satisfy the will of the mommy will suck my little breast... to the little son that delights this your pussy ahhh... "If you knew how needy the mommy is... "
Ours was for me to have gone into the room at that time, but something held me back, I think it was a crisis of conscience or whatever.
Then she announced the mockery and lay still with the consolation inside the bouquet.
So I went back to the balcony, I made a noise at the door with the key and I entered, passing again through my mother's room with the key to the window, I saw that the door was locked, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to the room with my mother, I went to my room with my mother, I went to the room with my mother, I went to the room with my mother, I went to the room with my mother, I went to the room my mother, I went to the room my mother, I went to the room my mother, I went to the room my mother, I went to the room my mother, I went to the room my mother, she went to the room, she went to the room my mother, she went to the room my mother, she went, she went to the room, she went to the room, she went to the room, she went to the room, she went, she went to the room, she went to the room, she went to the room, and then she went to the room, and she went to the room, she said:
I'm not ashamed of my sweat... I eat my own sweat... I enjoy myself only because I take care of my own sweat... Go get strong... that's what you like... I want to see if you're going to punch me again without calling me... call me mother tramp go get... that's what you like... then I felt that I was going to joke and I talked to her, she told me that I wanted to feel all the milk inside her little pocket... I started pumping hard and I had a wonderful joke I got into my mother's little pocket and I sat on it. She told me that you think you're finished you don't have to rest I'm going to do your full service that little ass of my other little aunt's thorax... but that's how my mother told me the story next time I came to talk to her.