Watching series with mother pt1

Hello, my name is Paulo, I'm 19 years old and I live with my mother (Beatriz), my stepfather (Samuel) and my nine-year-old sister (Gabriela), the result of the relationship between the two. My parents separated when I was about 8 years old. What I'm going to tell you happened when I was 16 or 17 years old. We are a normal family, I have a stepfather good people, I like him, except when he fights with my mother, because seeing our mother hurt by a guy who is not my father bothered me a little, but with time we get used to it. But in general he is nice, gives me good tips, does not take too much, but my sentimental connection is with my mother, who raised me in truth and even in the sexual matter, treating me and removing doubts that I was ashamed to ask other people. She always treated the subject naturally, so that I felt comfortable talking to her about even the most intimate things. My mother always wore comfortable sleeping clothes, a cotton sweater and panties or a baby doll, and although she had a beautiful body for her 36 years at the time of the tale, I never looked at her with desire, but when adolescence comes the hormones come out and you start to notice a little, even if just out of curiosity. It seems that everything changes at that time. If before it was natural for her to see me naked, for example in the bathroom when I forgot my towel and asked her to get it, after my pubic hair started to grow I started to be more careful with my nakedness, and she too, started to lock the room to change, which she did not do before. Sometimes she'd bend down to grab something and the width of her sweater would give a glimpse of her breasts. I didn't even want to see, but it seems that the man's gaze is guided to the breasts in situations like this. It's also happened that I went into their room to use the suite because the public bathroom was busy, and caught my mother only in her underwear choosing the clothes I was going to wear. Until I realized she was half naked and she realized it was me and not my stepfather, it was late. She covered her breasts, complained about me knocking on the door, and I walked straight to the bathroom saying <unk>tá, mama, I didn't know you were here<unk>. Well, since I was little I would sit with my parents in their bed or in the living room to see what was happening on TV, and even with my stepfather that didn't change. Even my sister would mess with us and make a mess, but they always liked to be with us even if it interfered a little with their intimacy. Sometimes we would watch a movie together, and I would stand in the corner of the bed in a good space giving two pros while my mother would be hugging him, or throwing her legs over him and he would be making cuddles etc. But there was a movie or a TV show that my mother and I liked to watch and my father didn't, so I watched the movie with my mother alone, and I would usually be leaning on the head of the bed with my head on two pillows, and of course my mother would come and hug me, and I would be with my hand stretched out on the bed or on her back, and after I got older she would also throw her legs on me, which is the same thing she did with my stepfather. This went on for years without a hitch. I would pull one of her feet and pop her fingers and squeeze her foot and leg like I was giving her a massage, and she liked it. Even when she was in her sweater and showing off her panties, I never looked at her with a hard-on. The problem really started when we went to see Game of Thrones. By the time we found out about the show from other people's mouths, it was already in season three. We started watching it, and Samuel didn't like the first few episodes, so it was just me and my mom in bed, and sometimes he was in the living room or doing something else, and he'd come into the bedroom to get something, and he'd see my mom hugging me, and he never saw a problem with that, and sometimes he wasn't even home. In one episode of season one, my mom was lying on my side with her head on the pillow next to my chest and she hugged me and put her arm on my belly and I was on her back. I'd been turned on in other episodes, it was one sex scene after another, but my mom hadn't noticed until there was a couple in the bathtub and my dick started to come alive. I tried to change my thoughts, but it was impossible, the scene took too long and my dick was getting hard even against my will, until I took my hand off her back so I didn't notice anything different but it was on my dick. My dick was pushing my shorts up and up and I didn't have to do it. - Son, put that down. "Mommy, what can I do?" I asked embarrassed and put a pillow on the stick. It was kind of awkward, and my dick came down after the scene, and we were silent for a long few minutes, focused on the movie, and then we talked about something in the middle of the episode, and it all worked out fine. We watched other episodes until in one of them my mother was a baby doll lying with her legs on my legs, and I stretched out my arm to keep squeezing her toes, pulling to give a squeeze, until I pulled her left leg up a little bit more to facilitate the massage on the toes and the leg, and her leg was a little bit open drawing the contour of the bottle on the shorts. I never had a preference for crowns, even more my mother, but at 16 we are kind of crazy, so I would do the massage but I would check on her little pack. I kept squeezing the thigh, the inner part of the leg and I kept going up and squeezing the thigh until I reached the middle of the thigh and I began to feel the heat coming from beyond her other bottle. It was not prudent, so I went down until I pulled the head of her hand, and I sat on the right side of her new foot to facilitate the massage. So I took my right foot and did everything I'd done with my left, and I went up and did the same thing, and when it was time to massage the inside of my thigh, she opened up my legs a little bit, giving me a good view of the bucket area, and even though it was dark in the room and everything was covered, I was excited, but I had to restrain myself. I didn't have the courage to put my hand on the inside of my thigh, but I massaged the outside, reaching up to the side of my butt over my shorts. Even though I was having erotic thoughts, for her it was a normal massage. - What a delight, you capricious this time. - I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mom. I bent down to go back to bed just with my head resting on the headboard, and she put her head on my shoulder with her arm over my chest, and naturally she was cuddling, and I was cuddling and squeezing her back against her blouse, until I pulled her blouse up to tighten her back against the skin, and she lifted her body up a little bit by pulling her blouse up to her breasts. I wasn't thinking about fucking my mother, it didn't even cross my mind, but I was 16 and I had a woman cuddling on my chest, and I was cuddling on her bare back, and that's a little bit of a boner scene. It was just showing up a spicy one for my dick to grow back in the shorts. "Paul, again?" she asked softly. - Mom, it's not my fault. I put my right hand on her back, and I put my left hand in her shorts, and I pulled the stick over to the side, and I untied the tent, but the stick was still hard, and the head was still pressing on the shorts, and I took the sheet, and I threw it on the shorts, and she said, - If Samuel gets that, it's going to be shit. - I know, Mom, I'm not even gonna watch that show when he's home. - All right, my son, anything you hide, lay aside, but this thing growing in front of me all the time doesn't work either, right? - It's all right, you can leave, I'll be careful. - Are you dating? - No, since I broke up with Leticia I haven't been with anyone else, why? - "You're very hairy. It's good to shave, it's more hygienic". She had noticed when I adjusted the stick in my shorts. - Mom, you are embarrassing me. I saw these hairs growing there, you fool, and came to give me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled at her a little awkwardly, and we watched the movie again, and I kept putting my hand on her back, and I put it under her blouse, high up on her back, and as we watched the movie, I would squeeze, I would just squeeze, or I would hold my hand still, and then I would risk getting my hand naturally on the side of her body near her breasts, and I wanted to see if she was going to say something, so I was squeezing lightly on her ribs, doing this naughty massage, until I went down the side of her body, squeezing and feeling the softer skin, the beginning of the breast area, squeezing a little bit there, and then I went down the side of her body, squeezing on her ribs and going up to the base of her breast, and I went around her breast and squeezing on her ribs, and I didn't want to miss it, and I didn't know what her reaction would be, so I just put my hand back on the side of her body, and I kept squeezing until I had a little bit of my shorts on my back. We watched other episodes with nothing relevant happening, and we were already in season two, and Samuel wasn't home that day, my mom was in a sweater, and out of nowhere, we had the idea to watch another episode, and at a more piquant moment, my dick got a little bigger, and I instinctively held it up with my hand over my shorts, and she realized, and she said, - Is it getting hard again? - What can I do, Mom, this show is all about whoring. - "All right, I'm just messing with you", she said, passing her hand on my stomach, and asked, "Have you shaved your hair?" - "Ahh, Mom, I forgot", and in that chat my dick had already become hard and I had to adjust it by taking it from inside my underwear, and I said before I put my hand in: "Close your eye, Mom", and I adjusted the stick. She didn't close anything; on the contrary, she took the elastic of my shorts going down a little and exposing my pubic hair, and spoke: - You have to shave, it's more beautiful. I was surprised that she was holding my shorts and seeing my hair, almost seeing the base of my hard cock, but I didn't want to seem embarrassed by something that she thought was natural, we always had a certain intimacy and I understood how caring she was for me, even though my cock was hard. - I'm not seeing anyone. - You'll do well with women, by the size of your friend there. "Stop, mother", I said with a smile, and I added, "You embarrass me". She took her hand out of the shorts and pushed one finger against the stick over the shorts, and spoke: - Our son, how hard he is, made a joke and laughed at me hugging me, she knew that I had become even more ashamed, and said "a little, do not need to be ashamed, I was playing with you". I took advantage of the situation and played along with it too: "Hey, hey, now he's not coming down so soon", and I pressed the head of the dick down over the shorts, and when I let go it went back to blowing. He smiled like he said, "It's no good", and I put the sheet on top, but still the volume was clear, and she said: - If your stepfather sees it there, you'll know, right? - I know, Mom, I'm glad he's not home. - If he comes, he'll be jealous of that guy who gets hard for anything, and he laughed. - Mom, watch what you're saying, you crazy girl. We watched the movie together again, and despite how horny I got, in my head it was all just a bold joke of hers, but since she's playful and spontaneous, it could just as well be a joke. And then she walked away from me a little bit and threw a leg over me and I was passing my hand on her thigh, squeezing with my finger to where my arm was stretched, next to the knee, and she bent her leg a little bit more so that my hand would reach the calf. I thought I'd better sit back on the head of the bed because lying down massage is not cool at all, so I grabbed her leg and started squeezing and I was going to watch the movie. And because she was wearing a sweater, her panties were totally showing. I had seen her panties a few times, lying on the couch, so she didn't fuck the moment, but she was horny and I noticed. I wanted to know what her hair was like, so I asked her an indirect question: Mom, does Samuel shave his hair, too? He shaves with a vest, but it's not good for you to wear because your skin is sensitive, especially in the bag. - What about you, scratch? I just don't take it all off because he likes a little hair, why? -Nothing, I just thought you had a lot of hair because of the volume there. - Are you repairing your mother's wig, you smarty-pants? "No", I replied almost stammering, "but I looked now and was left in doubt". - Okay, it's important for you to know these things. Most women shave, because it's a wet area down here, so some of them leave the hair on top. I think mine is kind of thick, so it gives volume to the panties, but stop staring. - Okay, I was just curious, and I kept doing the massage, and the hard-on was asking me to go further than the last time. I massaged her legs, her calves, and I went up on her thigh and I pulled her leg a little bit further to the side, opened it a little bit more, then I took a good look at her calf, open and covered by her cotton panties, and I was pressing on top of her thigh, from the side, and I was bringing my hand closer to the inside until I almost touched my finger to the panties, and I felt the heat from the calf, and I gently massaged the inside and the side of the panties, and she kept her eyes on the TV, and I had no reason to continue massaging there, so I took my right leg and I did the same thing again, from the thigh to the thigh, but this time with my finger pressing on the inner part of the thigh close to the panties, until I let my hand rest on the top of the calf as I was going up the hill with my finger, and she turned to me and said, "Okay, we're done". - Look at that stupid hand there, Paulo. "Yeah, you almost tear off my shorts and I can't even lean on your panties", and I put my hand on her belly and kept squeezing lightly, like her belly was a place to massage. But I've seen that painting a thousand times, you smart-ass. - And I was born out of that b... er, vagina there. She laughed at my tongue-lock and said: - But it's a funny little thing. You were born from what? - <unk>ahh, mom, you know <unk>. A woman likes a man to call her a slut, but with her mother, you have to be respectful, but you can call her a slut. - All right, Mom, that fat girl over there, and we both laugh. -Now let's stop that the massage is very good but in a little while you have your hand inside my panties, said laughing and came to embrace me. I lay down again just resting my head on the head of the bed, she laid her face on my shoulder and said "face on my back". I lifted her shirt up to her back, and I was massaging her back, and I saw her butt in her panties, and I reached down to her waistline in her panties, and I went back to the side, and I was pressing, and I got close to her breasts, and I was pressing the rib at the edge of her breasts, and I was going around her breasts, and I was pressing my finger on her ribs, and the side of my hand was at the base of her breasts, and I felt her hand on my chest, and she was pressing me a little bit, and she was feeling something, but she wasn't complaining, and I was watching the movie, and I was passing her hand over there, and I was putting my index and middle fingers between her breasts, and I was pretending to massage her breasts, and the side of my hand, my thumb, was pressing down on the bottom of her breasts, and I went over her breasts, and I went over her breasts, and I felt her hand on my breasts, and I was holding on her breasts, and I was almost unconscious. Paul, do you want to touch my breast now? - No, Mom, it's for the massage... - She interrupted me: - Do you want to give me a massage or give me the creeps? - I finished in the back and I wanted to do in the front. "That's all right, son", and he turned his back on the bed and laid his head on the headboard, the same way I did, and said, "You can do it in front, but look where you're going". - Fine, if you don't like it, talk to me. She consented and I turned, lying on my side on the bed and facing her. I grabbed her neck, trapezium, shoulder, collarbone and I went down slowly, I could feel the soft tissue of the upper breast area, and I squeezed with circular movements up to the curve where the breasts begin, then down the shirt was getting in the way, so I grabbed the sweater and went up to the belly line, and my mother raised her hip to make it easier for the sweater to go up the back as well. I put my hand inside the sweater and I was doing the massage again on the ribs reaching my hand under the breasts until it touched the base, and then with one hand I was massaging the neck between the arms, and my arm at that time was rubbing at the base of her left breast, but as she didn't stretch, I went over to the right arm and massaged it, and she complained about it, and she pressed her left hand against my breast, and she said: - "Son, your arm is on my chest". - I know, but if I raise my arm it will raise your sweater and show the breast. Your stepfather can't know you got that massage. - Sure, Mom, I know that. As she let me, I took more advantage. I massaged on her left breast and my wrist brushed against her nipple. She held my leg, trying to be natural but I couldn't, but as she was allowing, I was calm, I wasn't doing too much either. Her breasts I had seen a few times, I just hadn't touched, so I touched. I lowered my hand without touching the halo and held my breast, squeezing lightly as if feeling the hardness. She was trying to be natural but I couldn't, so I said: - Your heart is racing. - Sure, son, watch where you're holding your hand. - I don't know how to give a chest massage. - All right, I have a lot of sensitivity there. - Can I do the other one? - You can, but squeeze slower. I went to the other breast and didn't even squeeze, I just kept passing my hand, at most pressing a little bit to fake a massage, I took it the same way but I put my index finger on the beak, she even closed her eye and turned her face squeezing my leg more, but she didn't complain, so I was taking the beak with my thumb and index finger. She turned to my side and hugged me and said: - That's enough. I've never done that before. - You've never touched a breast? - Yes, but not like that, her breasts are more pleasant to touch than the girls I've ever dated, I said that to teach her a lesson. She looked down and my dick was hard inside the shorts. I was full of horny and I think she wasn't thinking right either, so she took my dick over the shorts and spoke holding it: Oh, dear Paul, your cock is still hard. - Of course, mother, you have a nice chest, I couldn't resist. - It's like a stone, and squeezed a little and let him go. - Mom, I can't stand it, I'm going to make fun of my underwear. - What madness we're doing, it's enough to touch my chest. Do you want me to continue the massage? "No, that's it for today, I don't even want to see the movie, then we'll have to watch the whole chapter again", he laughed as he knelt on the bed to get up. I went into the bathroom and I punched her in the breasts, and in less than half a minute I was making fun of her, and when I came out of the bathroom, I went into the kitchen and she was standing there, and she laughed at me and said, - You were hitting on a whore, weren't you asshole? "Mother, what a thing", and laughed at her without fun. I took some water and preferred to go to my room. It was not too late, I turned on the computer and went to play RPG to distract. Then my stepfather came and that night the two of them had sex. Since my room is next to theirs I hear something, especially the tapas that he gives in it, and after they finish they both go out to drink water in the kitchen. The next day everything was normal, mother fighting for me to study, complaining that my room is a mess etc., nothing changed.