Starting a life with Mom

What I'm going to tell you here happened between 2019 and 2020. What you're going to read in 30 minutes, actually took almost a year to get to the actual tracks. You may find the narrative slow, but that's because things didn't happen so immediately, as in these stories created: "I looked at her, she looked at me and we started fucking". I don't remember exactly how all the dialogues went, I'll portray as close as possible to the fact that it happened and was talked about. Things started very cold, but then they got hot, cold again, hot... It all started when my family and I moved. The financial condition improved a little and then we bought an apartment, which although it was smaller than our old house, we had other privileges, like better neighborhood, recreation area, closer to the school...One of the things I liked most about the new house was the fact that it had a gym next to the condominium, something that we didn't have in the old neighborhood. In the first week, my mother and my brother were already enrolled. My brother didn't last long, but my mother and I persisted. We always went at the same time, which was between 3 and 5 pm. Already in the first days I started to have a certain intimacy with my mother. Inevitably we started to spend more time together, both because the apartment was small, and because of some consequences of the move, for example: I had not yet installed the Internet, I did not know any neighbors to chat ... so every time I came home from school I was waiting for my mother to come home from work so that we could go to the academy. Already on one of the first days of the academy, as soon as we got to the gym, I was already lying on the couch and turning on the TV. My mother scolded me at the same time: "How come you come all sweaty and already lying on the couch?! You can get out of there already". I quickly got up and sat on the floor, at the same time my mother took the place where I was on the couch and smiling said: "He is already really old". I still said that I would expel her from there, but I did nothing, but watched Malhação (novel) with her until my brother and my father arrived. This happened several times, but my mother was lying on the couch and I on the floor. Sometimes she would massage her feet, sometimes she would make us turn, or sometimes she would freeze on it and she would pass on me, a healthy intimacy and a normal one between us. My mother and I would sit on the couch at the same time, smiling and say: "He's really old". I still said that I would expel her from there, but I didn't do anything except watch Malhação (novel) with her until my brother and my father arrived. This happened several times, but my mother was lying on the couch and I was on the floor. Sometimes she would massage her feet, sometimes she would massage her feet, sometimes she would make us both turn, or sometimes she would turn, or sometimes she would turn, or else, or she would turn, and sometimes she would get cold, and sometimes she would pass on her feet, and sometimes she would pass on her feet, and she would be in a normal, and then she would be in, and sometimes she would be in, and then she would be in, and sometimes she would be in, but she would be sick. There was one particular day that my mom was a little late coming home from work, and so we went to the gym a little later, and consequently we got home a little later, and I was already close to my dad and my brother coming home, so unlike the other days that we spent almost an hour just the two of us, that day would be 10 minutes tops. The fight this time was not about the sofa, but about the bathroom, because there was only one and when my father and my brother arrived I would have more "competition" to use it. I went into the bathroom first and then my mother also came in trying to throw me out. We started a small argument about it. If she had ever spoken in a serious tone, I would have left, since I was a respectful son. I took the towel from her hand and threw it out of the bathroom, my mother took mine and ran out. I ran after her, and this is where the first trigger went off. We went around the whole apartment, my mother running around with my towel, and I was running after her. It even seemed like a child's game. And in the various attempts to rescue my towel, our bodies met in a slightly different way. I didn't purposely squish her several times, and between squishes, I had an involuntary erection. I don't know what would have happened if my father and my brother hadn't come, because my mother could feel and see the volume I was making in my pants, and instead of handing me the towel right away and ending the joke, she kept going, and there were several moments when I inadvertently stuck my dick in her body. In the end, she took a shower first. As I mentioned earlier, that was the trigger for both me and my mother, and even though I didn't intend it, that play kindled a spark in me. And so other episodes occurred that fed this desire that had been born. Sometimes we'd bet on who would get the couch, whoever got there first would win, most of the time I'd let her win, and the first time I won, I'd lie on the couch and my mom would try to pull me out, and after a lot of insistence, saying that I was tired, that I was older, that I'd climbed two flights of stairs, that she'd bought the couch, I gave in. The other day it happened differently. Lying on my stomach I said: "Not today, Mother. I'm very tired". - Please, I'm tired too. Stay on the floor, just for today, please. -Mother: Well then let's stay the two of us <unk> laid on me But it didn't take long and then she went to sit on the floor. The next day I did something similar, the difference is that I lay with my chest up and to my surprise my mother lay on top of me. And to everyone's surprise I had a big erection. My dick became like a bar of iron so hard. My mother in the same moment that she felt my dick leaning against her groin got up and all suspiciously went to the floor. The atmosphere of embarrassment stayed for a while, but then it passed naturally. It seemed like everything was converging to make something happen between us, always at the same time, when it was just the two of us at home. Another remarkable situation happened when on a day that I had arranged to go out with some friends, my mother and I arrived from the gym and we did as usual, watching TV and resting. Only because I had this meeting, I was less time in the room. I went to my room, took off my dirty clothes and went out wrapped in a towel with only my underwear underneath. When I was going to the bathroom, I got a message on my cell phone and I went to see what it was. It turns out that the cell phone that was on the arm of the sofa that my mother was lying on. Let me take a shower first. I'm in a hurry today, Mom. - It's going to be quick. I'll be very quick too. She took my towel and made the gesture that I was going to pull it. - Me: Be careful (laughs), you're only wearing underwear (laughs) <unk> She dropped the towel - Please... I didn't say anything, I dropped the phone, and when I went to the bathroom, my mom pulled the towel and ran into my room. My mother had several chances to hand me the towel, I had several chances to take the towel, but apparently both of us were focused on the "joke". Among several squats and rubs on the butt, groin, thigh, arm and hand, the most striking was when I cornered my mother against the wall. She tried to protect the towel by standing with her back to me and at that time I could not stand, I put holding my stick still inside the cage, I rubbed with great desire on my mother's butt. It was an uncontrollable desire. I lowered myself a little by making someone run my stick from the bucket all over her butt. It was really like I was fucking her. To disguise this squat, I was asking her to let go of the towel. We ended up playing this game on the couch, with us sitting on the couch catching our breath, her head all blown off, and me in my underwear with a giant stain of "baba" and my dick still half full. I was late for my appointment, but it was worth it. I'm not sure what was going on in my mother's head. I was just in my underwear, with my dick very hard, covering her ass and she didn't do anything. It was impossible to decipher whether she was enjoying it or whether she thought it was innocent. Unfortunately for me, our apartment was too small and gave us zero privacy when there were other people in the house. We didn't go to the gym on the weekends and we didn't stay home alone, but our intimacy was already so great that it rolled other plans of ours, like going to the mall, visiting the old neighborhood... There were days when it was just the two of us in the house and nothing happened, she was on the couch and I was on the floor and that was it, and I tried to force a situation, like lying on the couch or just standing with a towel in front of her to start this "game", but it didn't work. There was one day when she was lying on her stomach on the couch and I managed to lie on top of her, but as soon as she felt my dick in the middle of her ass, she knocked me down. The other day, the towel flip happened again, only this time it was my mother who triggered it. We arrived from the gym and she went straight to her room and came out with just a towel. She went back to the couch, made a call to a friend and then... Let me take a shower first I'm in a hurry, I'll have to leave Me: I take a quick shower <unk> I did like her last time, I grabbed the towel and made the gesture that I was going to pull it Mom: Seriously, I'm going to have to leave. I pulled the towel a little, didn't put enough force to knock it down. Do not pull! I kept pulling the towel lightly. Seriously, don't pull, just in your underwear. Hearing this made me very excited, but at the same time fearful, for unlike other times, my mother spoke in a serious tone. She went to the bathroom and when she was about to go in, I turned the fuck on and ran up to her to get her towel, and if she didn't like it, I'd go in the bathroom and take her bath, but it turns out she liked it and joined the fun. I took the towel and ran to my parents' room. "Give me my towel", my mother said, chasing me. When I saw her come into my room wearing only a black thong and with her arms crossed covering her breasts, I went crazy. I wanted to drop the towel and attack her. Me on one side of the bed and my mother on the other: Mother: Give me my towel, I have to take a bath soon... I'd be like a child waving a towel. Mom: Seriously, I have to go, and I can't be late. I said , " Nam Nam Nam . " Mom: I'm serious now, give me my towel, I'll just wear underwear... Me: That day I was wearing only underwear. But men are different, you don't need a bra. I don't even want to know. My mother could have gone into the bathroom without coming after me, she could have grabbed something else to cover her breasts, she could have fought with me, but she chose to play along. Mother: Please Okay, here you go. I reached out and handed the towel to my mother, who grabbed it with one arm, but I wouldn't let go. Me: You have to push hard, for me to get mine I put all my strength... Give it to me, please. Looks like the academy isn't working out for you. Let go, go. Me: Try pulling with both hands. I spoke with the face and voice of a jerk, making it very clear that my intention was to see her breasts, and I had to take that chance, and the rage in me was almost uncontrollable. I'll tell your father when he gets here. Me: You can say And my mother was like, "Wow", and she dropped the towel, and she came over to get it, and we were playing catch-up, and sometimes she'd catch up to me, but she couldn't get the towel, and I think she realized that she couldn't do it with one hand, so she started using both. I was struck by her breasts, slightly drooping, with a half-pink halo, and the main one, with the glowing nipples. I was so thrilled when I saw my mother's breasts. I 'll get her now . I tried to create some situation to scare her off, but my mother tried to keep a little distance and I also couldn't make too much noise or she would take the towel and the game would end. I couldn't do much, just put my arm around her breasts a few times, but the sight of my mother in her underwear, the little bundle with the stripes, but all hard and the breasts, it was worth it. The next day I tried to force all kinds of situations, but none stuck. Only the last attempt that worked more or less. It was close to the time when my father and my brother would come home, my mother went to her room and I was waiting at the door. As soon as she left, I scared her and tried to pull the towel, but she held it. Mother: Release!! they are already coming. Me: It's going to take a long time. Mother: If they come and see me walking around the house in my underwear, they'll think it's weird. They're not coming now, no. I kept pulling the towel... You're doing this just to see my boobs, right? I got a little chilly at that time, because she spoke in a serious tone of voice. Mother: Is that so? I didn't know what to say, because I wanted to leave it in the "joke". Mother: I'll show you, but it's not to get the towel. My mother opened the towel and again she stood in front of me in her underwear. I stared at her boobed breasts. Not because of them yes, as I had seen the day before, but because of her attitude. Then she covered herself again and went to the bathroom. After that episode, my mom started avoiding me. I didn't go to the gym anymore, she avoided being alone with me, and when I tried to pull a subject, but she didn't give much rope. That ice she gave me was almost a month. Little by little, she got closer to me, first she started going to the gym with me, then she was on the couch, and we started interacting like we used to, and I didn't make any moves for fear of scaring her, and it wasn't until a couple of weeks after we were getting along that I took a test to see if I could play again. I just passed in front of my mother in a towel, she pulled the towel and ran to the bathroom. Nothing else happened, but I took it as a green light for jokes. The next day things changed a little bit. Before I went to school, I heard my mother talking to my father that I was going to have an appointment at the time we usually went to the gym. I mean, I had already ruled out that some joke could happen that day, but when it's for things to happen... When I got home from school, I did the usual ritual, watched a little TV and then went to take a shower. Just as I was about to go to the bathroom, my mother opens the door and starts talking. Mother: Let me take a shower soon, I'm in a hurry. I have an appointment right away. Me: I'll think about your case. Seriously, I don't even have time to talk, I still have to wash my hair I was curled up in my towel leaning against the bathroom door, and my mother came up to me and pulled my towel out and threw it across the room, and I was standing in my underwear at the bathroom door. Me: That's how I don't really let I promise I won't pull your towel anymore. I knew that she was really in a hurry and needed to take a shower, but the stamina I had told me that I could get something there. Me: I'm in a hurry too, I'll have to leave. Mother: You are very wicked. I wasn't gonna do a mean thing like that to her, of course I was gonna let her shower first, but I wanted to try something. Me: Well let's take a bath together... I won't be late and neither will you My mother looked at me like she was in a dream. Are you crazy? What's wrong with that boy? Have you forgotten that I'm your mother? Me in my underwear and you in your panties. My mother remained silent in front of me and looked at me suspiciously. Me: No one will ever know... My mother spoke into the bathroom You're not crazy enough to talk to someone we took a bath with... and I'm gonna be in panties and a bra. I thought I'd have nothing, but I got one of those things, and I doubt she'd have accepted it if she hadn't been in such a hurry. My mother went into the bathroom and began to undress in front of me. When she was only in her underwear and bra, she went into the boxing ring and I went right in. She was the first to go to the shower, while she was getting wet I watched. When she finished getting wet and started to soap herself, it was my turn to go to the shower. My mother tried to keep her back to me as much as possible. In fact, she wanted me to keep my back to her as well, so that I wouldn't have any eye contact, I wouldn't be seeing her and she wouldn't be seeing me. This plan of hers just didn't work because I wouldn't let her, when she tried to keep her back to me, I would turn around to watch her spraying herself. Most beautiful scene in the world. My mother sticking her hand in her panties and soaping the bundle. I went crazy when I saw her soaping the shower and the ass (I didn't get to see them properly, but I could see her hand inside her panties). I almost farted when she went to wash the pussy and made a characteristic noise when one washes those parts. My roll no longer held in the underwear and taking advantage of my mother washing her hair, I put it out and I leaned on her ass. I squeezed her ass and put it in the underwear, it was so light that she did not even feel it. Mother: The rum! She spoke when I stuck my dick back in her ass, only this time it was stronger. Me: Oops -- sorry, that was a slip. I kept my dick in my underwear and kept pretending to soap myself, and I couldn't take it, and again, holding my dick, I gave a thoughtful rub in the middle of my mother's ass, causing her panties to go in a little bit. What was that? He spoke looking back and seeing my dick laughing, and at that moment I felt proud of my dick, which looked much bigger than his 18 centimeters, my roll was very hard pointed up and slightly to the left, it seemed that half of the blood in my body was concentrated on it. I'm sorry, it slipped out again. One by one. My mother washed her hair again and turned her back to me. This time I didn't even keep my dick no, again holding it I rubbed it on the side of my mother's ass and no longer on the panties. My mother continued to rub her hair as if nothing had happened and with this freedom I was more daring, I aimed my dick in the middle of her ass and made pressure. I was about to enter with panties and everything inside my mother's ass. I bet she felt the head of my roller kissing her little ass. I went so hard that she had to lean against the wall so as not to hit her face with it. Mother: What is that boy??? I said, "Sorry, Mom, I slipped and fell". Let's hurry or we'll be late. I pretended to be crazy and so did she. The rest of the bath I took with a stick outside. My mother began to avoid my attacks, but I still managed to pin my role on her a few times. I saw in several moments my mother looking disguised to my dick. When we finish the bath, my mother says she forgot the towel and asks me to go get it. When I return with the towel, I thought my mother was going to leave or ask me to leave, but then I start to wipe myself she does the same. Since I was no longer there for anything and was possessed by the climate of excitement, I was naked in front of her and I wiped myself normally. My mother did a little differently. She wrapped herself in the towel, and took off her panties from under the towel. I almost enjoy watching her wipe off the nipple. After that she loosens the towel a little, leaving only the top part free, wraps the towel around her waist, preventing me from seeing her nipple, and finally takes off her bra, leaving her breasts completely free. Mother: Are you finished? He asked, looking at me, wiping my dick. I 'm ready . So she made a gesture asking for my towel. I handed it over and I watched my mother dry her breasts. They were already dry too, she wanted to tease me. After that she rolled my towel in her hair and went to her room. I circled her a little bit more in an attempt at something else, but nothing happened. When my mother came home, my father and my brother had already arrived. Even though I had slapped two fists after my mother left, the erection was still very big. I was so possessed that I attacked my mother with my father and my brother nearby. It was just a hug from behind with a big shrug, but that made my mother fucking angry. She looked into my eyes and spoke pointing her finger at my face "Never do that again". I felt a lot of anger in her eyes. And she was so angry that she didn't speak to me directly for over two months, avoiding me at all costs. When we started talking to each other again, things started happening again, little by little, with some anger, some guilt, a few days without talking. My mother spent almost two months giving me ice, it was zero confidence. At first I tried to pull the subject, I tried to do something to please her, but nothing worked and then I let go. This period away from her made me lessen the sex I felt for her. This occurred more by weight in the consciousness itself. I wondered what my friends would say if they found out that I wanted to eat my own mother After a long time, we talked again, but still very coldly. Our intimacy returned gradually and intermittently. There were days when we talked about some random topic and there were days when we didn't even talk to each other. Sometimes we went to the supermarket together, visited the old neighborhood and other things. In all that time we never talked about that bath or the squat near my brother and father. From that fateful episode until our intimacy was finally restored, it took about four months. We went to the gym together and when we got home we sat on the couch as in the old days. For the first few days nothing happened beyond that. My desire for my mother had diminished a lot, before it was just being close to her that I already had an erection, but now I felt almost nothing. On another day when we were fighting over who was going to bathe first, I was sitting on the floor when I said I was going to bathe and then my mother asked me to go first. She kept insisting and I said I had spoken first, blah, blah, blah... "I will", my mother in a quick movement got up from the couch and lowered my pants and my underwear at once and ran out to the bathroom. That was enough to reignite the flame. The next day, after the gym, there I was sitting on the floor watching TV, when I see my mother coming out of her room wrapped in a towel, passing by me once, passing by again, pretending to look for something in the drawers of the rack, fiddling with the cell phone ... while I continued to watch TV as if she was not there. Mother: Will you go to the supermarket with me? I was sitting on the floor with my back against the sofa and my legs stretched out, my mother stood in front of me, my legs stretched out on the floor between her legs. If I lowered a little more I could see under the towel. Me: I'm very lazy about it Let's get out of here. Me: Only if you let me bathe first I played the backhand with that malicious smile. Oh no, I'm ready to take a bath... it'll be quick Since she was still in front of me and my hard-on was coming back, I didn't get another one... I pulled the towel, leaving only her panties and bra. Me: The only reason I don't run is because I'm lazy. My idea was to grab the towel and run, but when I saw the little bundle in my mom's panties, I decided to stay put. Mother: Ow, return the towel... let's go now, before the supermarket gets crowded Me: Only if I shower first. I couldn't take my eyes off the pocket concealed by a beige panties. My mother tried to grab my right hand and I threw the towel to the left. In these false attempts to retrieve the towel (if she really wanted to grab the towel, she would have already caught it, because the position I was in didn't favor me much), she was getting closer and closer to me, getting to be inches from her pocket, a little closer and I would certainly be able to smell her. Mother: Give it to me, please Me: So let's take a shower together Mother: No, please! Me: Why not? Mother: Why not? Me: Well, I'll take a shower first. Mother: Let me go first, I've already prepared you. Me: Well, that's not why I dropped the towel, and I was still sitting on the floor, and I took off my clothes, and I was naked in front of her, and needless to say, my dick was hard as hell, and my mom was trying, but I couldn't stop staring at my dick, and every time he pulsed, my mom was staring. She then took the towel and went to the bathroom, I still tried to follow her, but when she entered the bathroom she was already locking the door. After that we went to the supermarket together and on the way back, when we were going up the stairs with the groceries, taking advantage of my mother climbing the stairs in front of me, I dropped the bags that were with me and tried to lower the shorts that she was wearing, but because it was tight, I could not Mother: Son, will you stop it? Me: I want my revenge, yesterday the lady lowered my pants and my underwear. Mother: The problem is that someone might come here Already in the apartment, I went to my room to have fun, when I am surprised by my mother, who enters the room, lies on my brother's bed and starts to pull the subject. Since my father is already at home and they always stay in their own room, I never imagined that she would go there. (My brother had not yet arrived). We had a little chat, until: Now I 'll have my revenge I went over to my mother's bed and made the gesture of wanting to take off her shorts. Mother: No! Stop! Your father is here. It's all right, I'll lock the door I locked the door and went back to bed. My mother was lying down and I was sitting next to her. I tried to unbutton the main button of my shorts, but she kept pulling my hand Mother: Stop, please... I'll never do that again Me: I want my revenge, such an absurd has to have revenge I'm sorry, I promise I won't do that again. Me: So let's leave it all quiet I'm going to scream. Me: You can shout, nothing will stop me Of course, the tone of the conversation was pleasant, at no point did my mother want me to stop. Me: I'll take it for good or ill Okay, but it's just the shorts. Me: But in me the lady took off the shorts and the underwear... Own, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to take the shorts off. Me: I'll take it this time My mother let go of my hands and said "go away". At that moment I was hit by a tremor so big that I could hardly unbutton my shorts. After unbuttoning, I lowered the small zipper and after that I started to lower my shorts. I took off my shorts completely. I couldn't see much because when I took off my shorts my mother crossed her legs, making it impossible for me to see more clearly the little bundle in my underwear. Me: Now that I remember, yesterday I was also shirtless. Oh, no, you're just happy with that. Me: The lady left me completely naked, that's absurd My mother then takes off her blouse, leaving only her panties and bra. My hands were shaking, and I wanted to do something, and I wanted to squeeze those breasts, and I wanted to put my hands between her legs, but at the same time, I was a little afraid to do something, and my mother wouldn't take the joke. I should take off my bra too. This time she didn't even grumble, she just started to take off her bra. By the time she finished taking off her bra, my brother was trying to open the door. My mother rolled her eyes, put on her shorts quickly, put on her blouse, and threw the bra under my bed. Slightly bewildered, we left the room and acted crazy to my brother. There were more than two months without my strange mother with me. She was really scared about the almost flagra. After more than two months we spoke again, but the jokes ended. There was no opening. Even when we went back to the academy and then we were alone, nothing much happened. This made me very tired and made my desire for her almost disappeared. A long time later, when I least expected it... My brother and I were already in our room, almost asleep, when my mother comes in and says she's come to kiss the love of her life. She and my father had just returned from a birthday party, and from the joy in my mother's eyes, you could tell she'd had a few beers. First she kissed my brother and then she came to kiss me. Me: I want another one I whispered to my mother that she had just kissed me on the forehead and was leaving. Me: I want one more I spoke again after another kiss on the forehead Me: Just one more Now she understood the message, and my mother stood with her back to my brother, covering him up for us, and gave me a little stamp in my mouth, and that little stamp gave me a great handshake. Expectations were high, because I thought the jokes would come back, so the next day when we got back from the gym, I tried to offer her a massage, threatened to take off her shorts, showed up in front of her in a towel... none of it worked. However, again at night, when we were almost asleep, my mother went into the bedroom to give me and my brother a goodnight kiss. He would get a kiss on the forehead and I would get one on the mouth. I was struck by my mother's attitude, since I was about to turn 18 and it was only the second time she had kissed my brother and me good night. The next day it was the same. I kissed my brother on the forehead and a nickel on me. I asked for and got "good lesson kisses". The jokes of who would shower first and take the towel were replaced by two nickels a day. It didn't seem like much, but I thought I could make it. After two weeks earning up to three nickels a day, I made an unsuccessful attempt to stick my tongue in my mother's mouth. There were several days without anything again, no jokes and no stamps, but soon after, the stamps came back. One day, when I got my good-night badge, I invited my mother to bed with me, my brother even joked that I looked like a child, but he hardly knew what my real intention was. That day my mother didn't accept, but the next day she did. The next day he slept again, and the next day, too. Me: I want another good night kiss. Mother: Is he asleep yet? Me: Yes, he'll soon be asleep (I spoke without being sure) We whisper in each other's ears, give each other five stamps in a row. All those times my mother lay with me, she'd lie on her stomach and I'd lie on my side facing her. The next day something very similar happened. We lay down together, we waited for a while to assume that my brother was asleep and then we exchanged several kisses. After the kisses, we lay down in the same position, but this time I put my hand under the baby doll's blouse and I was massaging my mother's belly. At certain moments I got very close to her breasts. My mother seemed to shy away from the towel game and who was going to bathe first, but not shy away from sleeping with me and the stamps. This went on for about a week or so, and one of the nights that we were lying together, after all the ritual stamping and belly massaging, I finally got up the courage to grab my mother's breasts. Mother: No, Matthew can wake up I: wake up no, it's the same stone It's still very dangerous, if he wakes up to pee... (My mother's fear was valid. Although the light in the room was off, the room was not completely dark, for the light from the living room entered the room.) I grabbed my blanket, and I covered for us by being like the Big Brother guys. I'm ready for you. My mother let me touch her breasts for a few seconds, and I could feel her golden nipples perfectly, alternating between one breast and another. It's suffocating in here. She spoke taking off my hand and the blanket. It was really very hot. The advantage of having the fan is that by putting it up to the maximum our conversation would be drowned out by the noise it made, the disadvantage was the heat. We gave her a little more, and she went to her room. It's a comic! The next day, after a lot of groping my mother's breasts, I tried to put my hand inside her panties, but I was prevented several times. I had planned everything. I left the room light off so that the room was completely dark. I thought my mother would not deny... Mother: No , please . Me: Laughter Mother: No , please . I 'm full of crap . Mother: No , please . The other day she rolled the towel joke again, but the most that happened was she saw me totally naked and I see her only in her panties and bra. It seems that this time the sign was green for everything and my mother wouldn't back down. The stamps rolled all the time, we sometimes kissed with my father and my brother nearby. I rolled the stamp in the car, in the supermarket, on the stairs. Only once, before going to school and she went to work, she rolled several stamps and she even allowed me to put my hand inside her blouse and bra and squeeze her breasts. I tried to do it other times, but she wouldn't let me. Things started happening one day at a time. One night, after the signing session, I suggested that we lie on our backs, which was promptly done, and in the face of all that was happening, I became more confident, but at the same time I was afraid to take risks and my mother would not talk to me. Lying on a shell, I was gradually bringing my dick closer to my mother's ass. The first touch happened lightly and had no complaints. Before that, I was inserting my dick into my mother's ass. I was rubbing my dick on her ass for a long time. The next night, we exchanged stamps, we hugged, I grabbed his tits, and we finished shelling, only this time I put my stick out, and I brushed my mother's ass with my stick, and he guided my hand all over her ass, and at no point did he resist. Mother: What was that? Me: Not at all . Mother: Rum I'm sorry about that. The only time she opened her mouth was when I touched my dick directly to her thigh. The next night, the same thing happened. Scapular again? It was. But this time I didn't stop, I went on for a long time rubbing my dick on my mother's ass and thigh. The next day, when we came back from the gym, as we were going up the stairs, I asked for a little token. We stopped in the middle of the stairs and we gave each other a little token, then another, and another, and another, and then I felt her breasts. In a quick movement, I lifted my mother's blouse, I lowered my bra and I touched one of her breasts. She quickly pushed me away, but at night she let me kiss her breasts a few times, but I think she was very sensitive and forbade other times. The impression I had was that there was no turning back in our relationship and that we would have already had sex if we talked about prostitution or about our "relationship", but my mother avoided touching on any subject of that kind and I got into trouble. When we were about to end another night of kissing, conch, roller coaster ride, I take another step towards victory. We were lying on the conch when I stopped rubbing my dick on her thigh and made her lie on her stomach. I continued to lie on my side and then I took her hand and made her hold my dick. The way I put her hand on my dick, she stayed. No movement with my dick. She just held it. The next night, that step was added to the script again, and after the stamps, and the grabbing of her breasts, and the rubbing of my roll on her, now she was grabbing my dick, and this second time she wasn't so inert, and I could feel my mother gently squeezing my dick and swaying it slowly from side to side. However, almost shit happened that night. My brother woke up and was trying to find the socket to turn on the light. Luckily for us, I always took his phone away and it took him a while to find the lamp. My mother and I pretended to be asleep and only woke up when he turned on the lamp. My mother said he had fallen asleep and was already going to her room, my brother didn't suspect anything, went to the bathroom and went back to sleep. The fright we took was great. The next day, for a change, my mother was already all strange. She hadn't rolled anything all day. I was already thinking that she would go a few more months without talking to me. But the next day the stamps came back, she just didn't have the courage to sleep with me again. Another day, when we came home from the gym, she was lying on the couch and I was sitting on the floor as usual, and I came up with a more incisive plan and put it into practice: I went to my room and came back wrapped in my towel, and I asked my mother to sit with her on the couch, and we watched the soap opera side by side, until my dick started to come alive and come out of the towel, and I saw my mother looking at my dick from the corner of her eye several times. And just like that, with a clear face, sitting next to my mother, with my rock stick, I took her hand and put it on my dick, and my mother didn't take her eyes off the TV, and she didn't take her hand off my dick, and she would timidly squeeze my dick. Me: Shall we take a shower? Mother: (showing some shyness): I'm playing so lazy, I think I'll just go later. Me: Let's go right now, before Dad gets here. Mother: I 'm very lazy about it We had that conversation with her still holding my dick. I said, let's go! I got up from the couch, took her in my arms (as the groom takes the bride), and we went to the bathroom. I released her in front of the sink and went under the shower. My mother still thought for a while, but finally began to undress and then also went to the shower wearing only underwear and a bra. My mother did as in that first bath, she started to soap herself from behind for me. This time I didn't do any ceremony and I started to pass my dick on her butt and thigh. I took advantage of the freedom she was giving me and took off the bra I was wearing. While she soaped her arms, with one hand I held her breasts and with the other I guided my dick through her butt. At one point, I pulled her panties aside and stuck my dick in the middle of my mom's ass, but it didn't last long because she dodged me. I tried to put my dick in the front a few times, in the groin, but my mom dodged them all. We finished the bath a few seconds before my father arrived. It was getting late, and I was still hoping that my mother would kiss me good night, but she usually went between 11:00 and 11:30 and stayed until midnight and 12:30 and at the most until 1:00. I had to roll something that night. 23:10 I went to my parents' room. I kissed my father good night, who was already sleeping, and when I went to give one to my mother, I whispered in his ear: "I want a good night kiss". I went back to my room and waited to see if I had succeeded. And it did not. A few minutes later my mother opens the door of the room and comes and gives me a stamp. Me: Lie down for a while No, if Matthew wakes up... If he tries to light it, he won't be able to do it. Mother: There you go. The only way I could get to my room was with the help of my cell phone. I tried to lie down between my mother's legs, but she wouldn't let me. We played a few times while I squeezed her breasts and she squeezed my dick. I was very excited and couldn't hide my gasping breath. I tried to stick my hand inside my mother's panties, but she wouldn't let me. Me: Why won't you let me? Why not? Me: Please Don't ask me that, please. Me: I really want to Don't do this to me. I: Go, mother My mother was holding my hand, which was with the fingertips inside my panties and after much of my insistence she let go of my hand. Every inch that my hand went into my panties was a mini heart attack that I had. My heart was beating so hard that I thought it was going to break my ribs. I was feeling the pubic hair and more and more the moustache, and when I put my middle finger between his big lips, my mother said, "I can't believe it". I had a real perception that my mother's mouthpiece was totally soaked. I didn't restrain myself and stuck two fingers in it, pulling out a "aaaahhh". She had no way to hide that she was very excited. Her mouthpiece almost burns my hand so hot. I put my fingers inside her and started another groan. I managed to give a quick tongue kiss. <unk>Aaaiiinn<unk>. I accelerated the movement of my fingers and I don't know what hit my mother. <unk>Stop!!<unk> He took my mom out of there, got up and left without even saying goodbye. I didn't really care, I thought I was delirious, and I hit the most intense punch of my life, smelling my mother's kiss on my fingers and licking the juice that came out of her mouth and licking my hand. My mother didn't speak to me for almost a week. I was already going crazy. I tried various ways to approach her, but she avoided me. Until one day when we were leaving for school, (my father was going to drop me off at school and my mother was taking my brother to college, we always go out together) I called for my mother who was already coming down the stairs with my father. She still tried to pretend that she didn't hear me, but my father warned her and then she came to me. We stood at the door of the apartment ... I want a good morning kiss and a good lesson Mother: Not today (she spoke dry) Me: Yes today I grabbed her by the waist and brought her close to me. We gave each other a little hug and then a <unk>mini tongue kiss<unk>. Our mouths were wide open, I put my tongue in her mouth and I felt her tongue touch my tongue. It was quick, but it broke the ice that my mother was giving me. That same day, when we came home from the gym, my mother went to lie down on the couch and I went to kiss her. We made out again and then we made out again. We looked at each other and we kissed again. And then we kissed again. While we were kissing, I caressed her breasts on top of her blouse and then I lowered my hand to the button. First it was just on top of her clothes, and since there was no resistance, I stuck my hand inside my panties. My mother's face was already wet. I put two fingers in her and asked "Do you want me to take off my clothes?" very panting my mother said yes. I got naked in front of her and then I fingered her boob again. "Let's go to the room?" I suggested to her. "Let's go" she said almost without completing the sentence as panting as I was. We rushed to my room with the certainty that now I would eat my own mother. My mother lay on my bed and this time she agreed to let me sit between her legs. I put my hand on her cheek, we kissed and then I started to take off her clothes. First I took off her blouse. She took off her bra herself. Then I started to take off her pants and her panties all at once. Mother: This is very wrong, we better stop. Let's keep going. Stop that, Leandro. Me: No mother She was already completely naked in front of me, and for the first time I was seeing a sketch of her, a sketch of her tongue sticking out and covered in newly trimmed hair. Mom: Seriously, Leandro, this is very wrong. I'm not feeling well. I didn't pay much attention to what she said, so I opened her legs wider and lifted them up to get a better look at my mother's sketch. Let's call it a day, Leandro. She covers her mouth with her hands and pushes me with her legs. Me: Let's keep going, Mom. It's only a game. Mother: I'm not feeling very well, I'm going to take a shower. My mother went out and avoided me for the rest of the day. It was past the usual time for her to go to bed with me. I went to my parents' room, but the door was locked. When I had no hope left, I notice that the light in the room goes out and a few moments later my mother comes into my room. She comes straight to my bed, gives me a stamp and asks: "Is the lamp off?" Very enthusiastically I answer: "Yes!" Without any ceremony, we had one of those tongue kisses, and I took off all my clothes, and when I started to take off hers, I heard the best question in the world. Do you have a condom? Me: I have not Mother: Well, I'm going to get one. My mother left for her room and took a while to come back, making me doubt whether she would ever come back. Put her on. My mother hands me the condom, lights up with her cell phone and watches me put the walk on my dick. We start kissing and the rest happens naturally. My mother gets naked and welcomes me between her legs. She herself guides my dick to her pussy. I fucked my mother for five long minutes until I was violently mocking her. Even after I was mocking her, I kept dipping a little more until all my energy was exhausted. My dick was softening inside my mother's sketch. She obviously wanted more roll, but I was already finished. I'm ashamed to say this, but I only lasted that one. My mom took the condom off my dick, got dressed, gave me one more good night kiss and walked out. At that moment I was the happiest man on earth. My mother avoided me for almost a week. I didn't judge her, I imagined that she was with a heavy conscience. In some moments mine was also heavy, I remembered that she is my mother and I felt bad for betraying my father. But the horny prevailed ... I was sitting on the couch waiting for her to come home from work, figuring she wasn't going to the gym with me because she'd been ignoring me for almost a week. Me: I felt with my mother. As she passed me on her way to her room, I grabbed her arm and made her sit beside me. Mother: I'm going to take a shower, I have an appointment later. I knew she was lying, that she just didn't want to be alone with me. Me: Stay a while longer. I stopped her from getting up, holding her by the arm. I tried to give her a kiss, but my mother turned her face away, I tried again and again I couldn't. We stood face to face, facing each other and on the third attempt it finally worked. Now it was a real tongue kiss. I felt my tongue fighting for space with mine inside our mouths. At first my mother even tried to stop me from grabbing her lipstick, but gradually she gave in. My hand invaded her pants and panties and then I began to finger the lipstick that was already very wet. Gradually our clothes disappeared, and when we were completely naked, my mother asked for the condom, I said I didn't have it, and she said the same thing. My mother getting up from the couch and starting to gather her clothes, I still tried to argue something, but she didn't give ball and went to her room. I don't know why balls I was ashamed to ask her to suck my dick, a blowjob in the situation that I was would break the legal branch... I followed my mother to her room, with a certain brutality I threw her on her bed and fell on the mouthpiece. It was the first time I sucked a mouthpiece. I was drunk with the wonderful smell that she had. My mother took it all in stride, and she sat all wide open on the bed while I sucked her pussy. I had no idea what I was doing, I just passed my tongue all over the pussy. I know it wasn't a thousand wonders, but I'm sure my mother was trying to disguise the pleasure she was feeling. She didn't even moan. This wasn't the first time I made fun of my mother. About five minutes later, she asked me to stop and called me to take a bath with her. She didn't roll anything in the bath, but I managed to pull out a bunch of holes. I'd shove my dick up her ass and into her mouth all the time. The head of my dick even landed on her ass several times. We ended the bath with me making fun of her on her back. If there was one subject that we didn't talk about at all it was about sex or what we were doing. At night, while my mother was having dinner with my father, I whispered in her ear "I bought condoms". She continued to have dinner and talk to my father, as if she had not heard what I had said. When everyone was asleep, my mom came into my room, we didn't waste a second, we kissed, I put on the condom and we started fucking, this time I took longer to make fun of her and I would have taken another one, but my mom wouldn't have it. The next morning, the big bang: when everyone was gathered for coffee, my brother maliciously asks me "Leandro, what was it that you had yesterday? the bed didn't stop moving... (laughter) I gave an embarrassing smile, my father smiled deducing that I was a pimp and my mother had a desperate look. My brother's joke broke my legs. My mother spent several months without talking to me and constantly I saw her crying and with a crying face. It was very clear that she had regretted having sex with me and I think she was afraid that my brother would suspect something. My desire for her was concealed. I suffered a lot all this time watching her with a swollen face from crying so much. I'm not sure what excuse my mother gave for my father and my brother ... Little by little, we began to talk to each other again, but all the joking stopped, and we talked as mother and child, day after day, and about five months after the incident, my mother still avoided being alone with me. Nearly seven months after my brother's ill-fated prank, the whole family was in the living room watching a movie. My father went to bed first, then my brother. Me: Can I sit there with the lady? <unk> I asked my mother/ I was sitting on the floor Mother: It can. Are you all right? Mother: Yes (Inconveniently silent) Me: Are you all right? Mother: Yes Did you like the movie? Mother: Yes Let's watch another one. You 're getting sleepy . (quietly) Me: Mom, I really miss the good night kiss... (I put a no on her leg and waited for some answer) Me: I want at least one (quietly) That's good, but it's only one. What was supposed to be just a little stamp was a long tongue kiss. Okay, that's good for the week. Don't go now (I stopped her from getting off the couch) It 's too dangerous . I gave her another long kiss, patted her breasts, fingered her cheek, made her grab my dick. We have to stop. (Speaks holding my stick and with my fingers inside her cheek) Nobody's gonna wake up at this hour. It is very dangerous, Leandro. I'll tell you what, I'll lock the bedroom door from the outside, and if they wake up and try to open it, we'll open it, and we'll act crazy. We're really going to bed. I stopped arguing and went to do what I had said. I went back to the couch and finally my mother gave herself to me. This time she didn't even ask about the condom. I enjoyed everything inside it. I really wanted to continue fucking, but after I had fun my mother went to the bathroom to clean herself and then we went to sleep. The anticipation of what was going to happen was very high. Was my mother going to be weird with me, or was she going to be okay with me? The answers came as the day went on. In the morning, while my father and my brother were cleaning up, we had a little chat in the kitchen. In the afternoon, when she came home from work, we had a quickie in my room. We went to the gym, and on the way back, we had another quickie on the couch. In the evening, we ended the day with another quickie on the couch. The next day, he rolled three more quick ones, the next day, he rolled three more quick ones, and on Saturday and Sunday, it was only at night, when my father and my brother were already asleep. A week of eating my mom every day, and I was thinking it was wonderful, but I thought it could be better, because my mom wasn't 100% loose, and she was doing her best not to whine and show that she liked it, and she didn't fuck twice in a row, and she didn't suck my dick, and we only fucked in the mommy-daddy position. We started another week of having sex. From Monday to Friday it was two to three little bites a day. On Saturday, I invited my mother to go to a motel, but she stumbled. Sunday, I kept insisting and finally she stumbled. Around 2 p.m. we left the house saying that we were going to the mall... I told my mother that I had just cleaned up in the bathroom and was getting her clothes to get dressed. I took her back to bed and then I started sucking her pussy. Details: for the first time we started talking about us and prostitution. Me: Say it like you like it, Mom Mother: Right here (My mother exposed her clitoris and I fell on my mouth) Mother: Slowly... that's it... go down a little bit more... back up there My mother taught me how to suck his dick, and little by little, I got my hands on her, and for the first time, I heard my mother moan and really laugh, and she couldn't hide that she liked it. Did you like it, Mom? Mother: I like it Did you have fun? I enjoyed it. Do you want to sit on my dick? (She looked at me with a silly face...) I want to... My mother began a timid ride Me: My whore... roll on my dick, bitch I slapped her in the face, and then I felt her breasts. Me: Go my bitch, roll on my dick My mother began to loosen up gradually... the moans and rides were getting more intense. She began to groan loudly and alternate movements, going up and down, rubbing and rolling. My mother hugged me, and rolling on my dick, she said in my ear, "Fuck me". That woman on top of me didn't even look like the one I used to eat in the days before. Mother: Fuck me... keep going... not stop That's what she said to my ear. When my mother was joking, she almost deafened me. She moaned and shouted outrageously. I was bewildered that I didn't even enjoy the joke I gave inside her. We were fainting in bed. I made a lot of noise , didn 't I ? (She spoke with embarrassment) I did not. Mother: I know I did You don't even have to worry, your moan is as delicious as your mouth... your mouth is very delicious and tight (She got a little embarrassed) Shall we take a shower? Let's stay a little longer We spent a lot of time talking about all sorts of things, and we talked a little bit about ourselves, too. Mother: Do you think Matthew suspected something that day? You didn't suspect anything, if you did, I'm sure he would have said or done something. Mother: I almost died that day. It 's ... I never imagined that the towel joke would end up here. Me: I don't either... since that day I've been wanting to eat you. Mother: Are you serious? Me: Seriously, you don't remember my hard dick resting on your ass, do you? I remember, but I thought it was a natural erection. Since that day I haven't stopped thinking about you. I'm playing with you all innocent... Come on, you knew I wanted to eat you, Mom. Mom: Seriously, I didn't know. I found out the first time we showered together, that you stuck your dick up my ass and told me to get away. Now get away. I knew you did it on purpose. Me: And the lady like it or not, did nothing to stop me My little flower was blinking. (Laughter) Me: Aaah if I had known, I would have ripped your panties off and punched my roll in it. I wouldn't have let you, I was afraid you'd talk to someone, but it happened when it was supposed to happen. Me: Our first time I was very nervous. When he went to get the condom, I thought I would never come back Mother: I was also very nervous. I was scared to death of Matthew waking up ... I really wanted to feel your dick inside me You didn't even have fun that day, did you? Mom: I had fun today. I can't even remember the last time I had fun like this. You sound so relaxed. We talked a lot, she said that she felt guilty, that she thought about her father, her family, that this desire was wrong, that she wanted to talk to me, but she was ashamed... until that moment we talked more than we had sex. Me: You know what I really want to do? Mother: What? I 'll eat him in four . Mother: This is my favorite position We started kissing, and then she got on all fours. Mother: Go son, eat the mother of four. You want my break, Mom? Mother: I really want... eat me I used to hit on my mother very hard, and she would cry a lot and tell me not to stop, and we'd have fun almost simultaneously, and we'd take a bath together, and we'd have sex again. We totally lost track of time, and it was already getting dark when we left the motel, not to mention the bill came due. The rest of the day was just a few kisses. The next day started well: while I was having coffee, my mother asked me if I wanted her to suck my dick and the answer was obvious. We made up an excuse and left my father and my brother waiting for us in the parking lot of the building. My mother sat on the sofa, I stood up and received the blowjob. She secured herself on the pacifier. It seemed that she wanted to return the blowjob I gave her the day before. Now our relationship was complete, whatever gaps we had rolled into something, we were fucking every day of the week, we were fucking for real, we were fucking all afternoon, we weren't wasting any more time going to the gym, my mother got hooked on my tongue, she was always asking me to suck her dick. At night, we'd say, "Let's go to the bakery", but we'd go to a dark alley and take a quick drive in the car. When it was just the two of us at home, all we did was walk around naked and have sex in every room. One day my mom woke up crazy, asked me to skip school, skipped work, dropped my brother off at college, came home, and we spent the morning and afternoon fucking. Sunday was a sacred day, 2 p.m. we'd go "pro shopping" and spend the whole afternoon at the motel. The first time I tried to eat the pork, my mom let me, it didn't have all the folds, but it was tight. We've even traveled just the two of us to pass the fds in the next town, setting our record 11 times. My dad started to suspect that my mom was cheating on him, my brother almost caught us in the act a few times, but the rest of the story is for later. After I split up , my son and I are living as a couple , but that 's another story . If any practicing couple would like to contact us , LONELINES or Curious on Call Who Will Be Blocked ?