I 'm not going to be able to do it .

The nocturnal ritual remained unchanged; it was something as certain as the night overlaying itself on the day with its dark cloak, capable of concealing all sins and allowing all desires. I lay, as always, just staring at the ceiling and ..., waiting ..., waiting for the secret of the shadows. Well, it took a while, but it happened, my long-awaited nighttime ritual. I looked through the half-open window of my bedroom door and noticed the lights in the next room coming on as usual, the same movement as usual, words, gestures, quick movements, and then silence and then darkness again. I took a deep breath and waited; as I always do, I waited for the right moment. The red glow of the faint light broke through the boundaries of the half-open door, revealing that my moment had come. I carefully stood up and walked to the door of my room. I opened the door with the concern of not being noticed or heard, and, foot by foot, I walked down the small corridor that separated the rooms: mine and hers! I stealthily approached the door which was also half-open, but with a sufficient frequency for my initial delight (my ritual). The reddish light of the small lampshade deposited on the mute servant was faint, almost suppressed by the darkness of the environment. Nevertheless, my eyes, accustomed to its luminescence, knew how to make the most of it. Suddenly, she got up from the bed that stood next to the mute servant. She sat on the bed and turned to the side; the incandescent glow of a lighter brightened the shadowy silhouette, warming the tip of a freshly lit cigarette. She took a long puff, releasing the smoke that spread through the air, forming a small cloud around the colored light of the lampshade. For a moment I thought she was looking at me, and for that reason I felt my heart beating so hard that it seemed to want to jump out of my mouth; but this initial impression dissipated as the smoke from the access cigarette spread through the room. Patiently she smoked the cigarette, extinguishing it as soon as it was finished. She rose from the bed, and her slouchy, insinuating silhouette grew in the shadow against the side wall. It was a vision of paradise on earth; the most beautiful woman among beauties. Sculptural body of prominent and tempting forms that only further fueled my exploding sex drive inside the boxer shorts. I could no longer stand the urge to invade that room and make her my perfect female. She stood with her back to the door still with her shadow projecting on the wall and slowly took off her shirt and panties, accentuating the movements while performing such gestures. Then she lay down again, turning to the opposite side of the door. Her raised hip denounced a beautiful ass and a delicious waist, further agitating my stamina. I felt that it was time to act ... and I couldn't take it anymore and I had to go to her ... I wanted her more than anything! And that was my moment. With the tip of my fingers, I pushed the door, hoping that she wouldn't screech, and if she did, that it would be as discreet as possible. Luckily for me she didn't make any noise, uncovering the alcove of my prey. Frightened, trembling, and breathing rapidly and my heart pounding, I walked up to the bed, suddenly standing beside it. I simply did not know what to do; my body ordered by instinct, but my mind backed by reason. There was a second of uncertainty in which I wished to return to the door and run to my room, but a languid and deep sigh froze time and space around me. There was a moment of indecision. A moment when neither I nor she knew exactly what to do, but it didn't take long for it to dissipate when I noticed a smile in the middle of the twilight ..., an inviting smile ..., a smile from her! She stretched out one of her hands to me and called me by name. I concentrated on the voice and forgot the rest; she repeated my name, followed by an invitation for me to lie down beside her. I hesitated, it is true, but the desire spoke much louder than reason and like a mad satyr of desire, I jumped on the bed, sticking my body to her. She wrapped her arm around me and kissed me tenderly on the face. Her warm mouth sought my ear, nibbling it gently. The soft whisper of her voice invaded my interior, igniting the fuse of the explosion that remained repressed within me. I embraced her with youthful longing, while my eager mouth kissed and nibbled her neck. She gave a naughty chuckle and pushed me back. She looked at me again and asked me to calm down; I breathed with difficulty, and even burning inside, I held myself back as much as I could. Once again, she brought her mouth close to my ear, whispering sweet words; she said that she would teach me everything I needed to know, but that for this I needed to obey her. "Obey to learn" was what she said, and even though I felt a huge difficulty in agreeing with those words, I understood that it was the best thing to do (if not the best, my only option in that situation). She took me by the neck and pulled my head towards her breasts, offering a shriveled nipple to my mouth eager to feel it; I sucked that little fruit trying to satiate a thirst of the body that was not exhausted, wanted to suck it more and more. Gently, she offered me the other and we were alternating the flavors in my mouth, while she moaned softly and said that it was very good. While I amused myself with her generous and firm breasts, she swung me over the panties, provoking my desire and feeling the hardness of my pulsating member wanting to break the boundaries of the fabric. With an insinuating gentleness, she asked me to get rid of the panties, which I obeyed incontinently; she delighted in feeling the thickness and size of my cock, and played with it, massaging it, sometimes quickly, sometimes with too provocative a slowness. I gasped and sweated and moaned like a maniac, while she amused herself with my impatience and adolescent ingenuity. She pushed me aside and with quick movements sat on top of me, rubbing her soaked vagina on my pulsating roller. It was fun for her and madness for me; I didn't know what to do or how to repay that deep caress, but she knew very well what she wanted. She took my hands between theirs and placed them on her breasts, asking me to caress them, which I obeyed with immense satisfaction. I squeezed them, feeling their volume; I pinched my nipples causing her to let out languid groans, and from time to time I leaned forward, taking them in my mouth and sucking them with youthful fury. I felt her hands caressing my dick, until the moment she arched her body forward and helped me insert my member into her vagina; it was a perfect fit! The roller slid into the vagina, making her groan and swallowing my whole piece of hard, pulsating muscle. It didn't take long for her to ride me; first with slow, long movements, making her butt go up and down on my stick that slid into her, disappearing and reappearing almost entirely and extracting from me, followed by moans and sighs and deep breaths and exhaustions without dimension. It was not long before the movements became intense and vigorous, as she went up and down with an almost animalistic fury, from a wild female in full heat reveling in her newest alpha male, young, full of energy and ready for anything to come. The movements persisted for a long time, and with each orgasm, she shamelessly announced what she was feeling, making it clear that I was properly fulfilling my role as a man, the role that was expected of me. I held her by the waist and after lifting her a few inches from me, I began to stock up from the bottom up, showing that I was the one in charge ..., and she seemed to like this change of habit very much. And the orgasms came, one after the other, leaving my female in a state of ecstasy. That was the most sublime sensation I'd ever had in my short life as a man, and with every groan of hers, every announcement of a new orgasm, I was completely fulfilling myself, imposing on my body a new spirit to stoke my partner, provoke her and leave her even more satisfied. Our bodies were sweaty and the reddish glow of the lampshade reflected the glowing surface of her skin, outlining an ethereal and unforgettable image; it was an explosion of taste, of aroma, of senses and feelings never experienced by me ... After a long time, my partner showed fatigue, collapsing on her stomach next to me. We breathed with difficulty, but still there was an atmosphere of revenge and wanting even more. She lay on her side and back to me, asking me to hug her from behind. Innocent and still feeling the fatigue of so much effort, I complied with her request, grabbing her and getting into the position of "conchinha" with her. However, what I did not know was that the intention was different! She knew to be bold, tempting and subtle at the same time. She began by rubbing her buttocks against my member still hard and ready for action; they were movements, initially, timid and without intention ..., what I did not know is that, in a short time, they advanced to a brazen and uninhibited provocation. Once again I didn't know what to do, but it didn't matter ... she knew very well what she wanted. She took one of her hands back and grabbed the mast, orienting it towards the valley between her buttocks. She asked me to pull one of the buttocks up, facilitating the invasion by my stick in the direction of her anus. She maliciously rubbed her glans against it, saying that I needed to penetrate it like that; I thought I wouldn't quite know what to do, but instinct is wiser than reason when it comes to animal hornyness. And when I caught up with me, she pushed her butt against my roll, causing the glans to rip the first resistance of her ass. It was an indescribable sensation, both for me who for the first time in my life tasted the anal penetration that squeezed my glans as she broke the resistance of my partner's butt, and for her as she described in babbling words, the delightful experience of being healed with vigor and affection at the same time. It was a lesson to be learned and never forgotten. I continued to penetrate her ass, inserting every inch of my roll with resolute affection, while my hand played with her nipples, gently squeezing them until she groaned for more, and I stopped the invasion when my balls brushed against her buttocks, and I stood in that position with my limb buried in it, holding her breasts and savoring the unique and longed-for moment. I began to stock her only when she asked with a meandering affliction and full of malice, moving with the vigor of a young male and full of repressed anxiety, advancing and retreating with manly movements and without any shame ..., after all, she was mine ..., completely mine; the female who gave herself to the male without hesitation or fear ..., I fucked that ass as if it had always been mine and no one else's. I penetrated her and also played with her nipples, my most beloved toys. I enjoyed the moment as much as I could; she, with ever-so-proper affection, took one of my hands and carried it up to her clitoris, asking me to play with it too until she made fun of me; I complied with her request knowing that it would cause more pleasure to her and to me as her partner. I massaged and pinched the swollen clitoris, and the moans, now short and now long, denounced that she was making fun of my hand. I kept stocking her ass and the more I accelerated my movements, the more she asked me not to stop; again, she made fun of me ..., it was an unforgettable climb ..., the best we had in a long time ..., unforgettable and full of surprises. I felt that my vigor was fading, as spasms began to run through my whole body, announcing that I was also about to have a delicious orgasm. I confided to her what was to come, and she asked me to make fun of her in her mouth. I was astonished at this request, for it was the first time she had ever asked me for such a thing. But the surprise was immediately replaced by the desire to realize more of this fantasy for both of us. I came out of her with a single movement and stood on my knees on the bed, while she turned to me, taking the roll with one hand and swallowing it in the next moment. She sucked my dick like a high school girl, sipping her own saliva and looking at me with an almost hypnotic gaze, and I stroked her hair and smiled tenderly at her... after all, she was the woman of my dreams... always! As the spasms intensified and an uncontrollable estertor took over my body, I vibrated and tensed my body muscles as I felt the wave of sperm moving toward the exit, I ejaculated like a bull, bending over and letting the subsequent spasms take over my will. She sipped the enormous load of semen and then looked at me, opening her mouth and revealing the whitish contents inside; she gave a slight smile and then swallowed the sap completely. I stood beside her and stroked her sweaty skin asking for a kiss which she gave with immense pleasure; we kissed and then sat enjoying the small waves of pleasure that still ran through our bodies. I turned to her and made a browned request ..., I wanted to suck her as she had done to me. Her beautiful little eyes shone while she confirmed whether I was sure of what I wanted to do. I did not answer. I preferred to demonstrate. I gently opened her legs and plunged my face into her flooded vagina, sucking, licking and sipping her bittersweet liquids; I got drunk on that beautiful little morsel and as sweet and tasty as ambrosia <unk> the food of the gods <unk> and enjoyed her fresh jasmine aroma ..., something as sublime as climbing with it. She made fun of me a few more times in my mouth, making me the most accomplished man in the world; I fell asleep between her legs with her hands stroking my hair..., it was a sublime and fulfilling night. A few hours later I was awakened by her, asking me to leave. I staggered up and dragged my body to my room. Still at the door, I turned to appreciate that beautiful silhouette being reflected by the reddish light of the small bedside lamp. I entered my room and fell into a deep sleep. I didn't wake up; I was awakened by the voice coming from the kitchen ..., he had arrived; tired, irritated and sleepy, he talked something with her and then went to the bathroom. He left there a few minutes later, naked and with the towel wrapped around his neck. He went to the bedroom and the door closed behind him. She had already gone back in and silence reigned again in the house. I fell asleep, with difficulty, thinking about everything that had happened last night and savoring every moment next to her. A little later, I got up and went to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower. I put on a pair of shorts, and as I left the bathroom, I looked down the hall to see what I expected: the bedroom door remained closed. I threw the towel in the clothes basket and went to the kitchen. She was there! Beautiful as ever! Radiant as never before! She turned to me and smiled with affection on her lips, said that coffee was served and asked me to sit down ..., I obeyed without arguing ..., after all, she was my mother ..., and from that day on she would also be my lover and I her macho ..., a dedicated, sweet, sincere and always willing macho ..., different from my stepfather ..., that pile of manure that snored in the room not knowing that between his wife and me there was something more than affection: there was desire, passion and a lot of desire. P.S. I suggest you read this story to the tune of "Poison Girl" by singer-songwriter Ricthie