Hot sex mother and son 1
(This story is based on My life, in my days and I ask that you do not judge me for such acts which I have come here to share because I am human and like all of you sin by my desires.)
My name is Maria Carolina, I'm 45 years old and am an entrepreneur with my own clothing store in the center of Bento Gonçalves-RS.
I am a woman of short stature, about 1.60 years old. I'm very thin and weigh 52 kilograms; my legs are quite slender, my butt is big, my breasts medium-sized blond hair and fairly white.
In this intensive work routine, my son is responsible for taking care of everything in the house - paying bills, cleaning, cooking. He really does it all indoors and I'm very grateful to him for that; he really helps immensely with what he does.
Throughout my life, I've never been a very caring or present mother. But I have to confess that he is an extremely loving son who has always looked after me at all times and strengthened me in difficult moments. He really is the man of the house.
But as the days go by, all this affection from him is waking up something that has been dormant in me since my teenage years: I feel strongly attracted to a man again. When I come home he's always waiting for me with his arms wide open and full of embraces and all this human warmth makes my body wake up. He's a handsome boy, slightly taller than me, dark-skinned, smooth black hair (due to his father's genetics), somewhat strong and defined because of the physical activities he does.
In these days of quarantine, everything is getting hotter and more between me and him, and I'm beginning to believe that he has been doing it all on purpose since the first day I am at home, I notice his eyes always quite predatory, I feel like he has some secret desire but does not have the courage to take an initiative. And this whole atmosphere has made me feel very strange because I feel desired by my son, but I don't know if it's something in my head, and worst of all, I love the idea of it, of him wishing for me.
Last Monday, I was lying in my bed with only pajamas on the couch and very short white shorts and a thin blouse that is somewhat transparent without bra.
- What's the matter, boy?
I'm just looking at you.
You've never seen me before?
It's just that this morning you were more beautiful than usual.
I - Are you looking for money?
(At that moment he got up, and came to lie down next to me on the sofa.)
Raphael, can I lie here?
I managed to make room for him, who then lay down and put his head on my chest and shared a very strong embrace, felt his hand behind me holding me in a way that I can't explain but it was waking things up. It seemed like he didn't want me to go away.
But then, falling asleep. When I woke up later and noticed that he was no longer beside me, the TV already had a late show on it, I got up slowly to see what I have for dinner, the house was very quiet, only the television spoke with nobody, I walked down the corridor until I saw an "open door", which is his room's one, when I prepared myself to go in there came my surprise because through the mirror of his bedroom I could see that he stood with something on his face so I became curious and approached him a little bit more and then opened my mouth wide open
He was standing in front of his bed with the bermuda lowered, holding his dick quite peculiarly, he was touching a handkerchief but what surprised me more is that he was holding close to his face an underwear which I had worn the night before, I could not confuse because it's the only pink panties I have. I couldn't really see it from a distance, but the whole thing started to make me shudder and start feeling my butt throbbing watching all of this stuff. My breasts got rippled up so he laid down on the bed and increased his hand job intensity as if he was enjoying that in an absolutely intense way.
But until my phone rang in the room and we both freaked out, I rushed into the room, he certainly overheard the call because minutes later he showed up with the biggest washed-up face in the hall, was even a little sweaty. Didn't know how to react or what to say;
Rafael - Mom, did something happen? You're very red and sweaty.
I just got up too fast.
That day, the hours passed and I couldn't get that scene out of my mind: My son masturbating with his own mother's panties. While it seemed quite "dirty" from a moral standpoint, it still aroused the libido in me.
I looked at him all the time and couldn't disguise that something was bothering me, it was dominating my thoughts in an absurd way. Did he want me? Was he thinking about me? These were situations that roamed around my mind permanently.
I decided to take a shower, relax and forget about all this stuff going on in my head. The world was burning up because of the virus out there... And me being torched by my son inside.
When I came out of the shower, I was wearing a pink sweater which is my favorite nightgown and it made me feel very comfortable even though I'm old.
I missed not spending so much time with you, Mom.
- Me too, my son.
He gave me a strong embrace once more, felt his handprint on my waist, he smelled at me disguisedly but it didn't work much because the way he rubbed his nose against my neck was remarkable. That was an odd situation; I felt myself in the hands not of my son but of a man and decided to take that opportunity to test him.
- Son, my panties are gone... I wanted to wear it but couldn't find a way.
Eita, what panties?
- A rose, very comfortable.
I don't know, Mother.
Oh, all right.
He was able to lie on his face, he knew exactly where it was and had spent the afternoon smelling that piece of cloth thinking about illicit things.
Later, as I lay in my bed thinking about it one more time, that sight of him standing with my underwear worn on his face caused me excitement whenever he recalled again, his hard and erect cock to his own mother.
He lay down with me there, and we talked until the wee hours of the morning about life and work and so on. At that moment I forgot a little bit what had happened and just enjoyed my son's presence, it was nice to be there with him and share all those things really very pleasant partner he always has been
- Can I sleep here tonight, mother?
I - You know that I hate, haha but you can yes, just today, will only take a shower and come back as I already want to sleep.
When he came back, it was just a very short heel with no shirt his hair wet and quite smelly. He lay down next to me and I kissed him good night on the forehead. There was a part of the night where I had my back to him and then I woke up, felt something coming towards me but didn't move or open my eyes. I stayed static. I could feel a warm, stiff skin gently rubbing against my butt. My sweater was lifted up slightly and felt like it came down on the bottom of my panties.
The sleep just disappeared, my body was waking up on its back and I couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep at that moment a tease woke inside of me. My son was cowering in my own bed. I decided to pretend like he still slept but pushed myself even more, yet felt something lift the sheet covering us feel him move away from it a little bit, but noticed that the bed started making some peculiar movement going back and forth, felt him moving and for an instant felt him kneeling down on the bed
I couldn't figure out what was going on in there, but then again I didn't want to just mess it up by turning around all of a sudden and not letting him know that I was awake.
"How hot you are"
♪ What a delight
Hearing his breathing get stuffy, the rhythm of movement in bed increased, I was still lying there not wondering what was going on but hoped that he'd be staring at me somehow, my butt was all dps sample from him having taken off the sheet, my black panties which I wore were a bit kicking up into my ass then suddenly feeling a hot jet leaning down onto my butt and hearing it groan slightly louder,
At that moment, I got a fright but remained static. The situation as pleasurable as it was terrifying. He had abused me in some way.
A great desire was taking over me, I could no longer sleep the whole night.
Part two
My name is Maria Carolina, I'm 45 years old and am an entrepreneur with my own clothing store in the center of Bento Gonçalves-RS.
I am a woman of short stature, about 1.60 years old. I'm very thin and weigh 52 kilograms; my legs are quite slender, my butt is big, my breasts medium-sized blond hair and fairly white.
In this intensive work routine, my son is responsible for taking care of everything in the house - paying bills, cleaning, cooking. He really does it all indoors and I'm very grateful to him for that; he really helps immensely with what he does.
Throughout my life, I've never been a very caring or present mother. But I have to confess that he is an extremely loving son who has always looked after me at all times and strengthened me in difficult moments. He really is the man of the house.
But as the days go by, all this affection from him is waking up something that has been dormant in me since my teenage years: I feel strongly attracted to a man again. When I come home he's always waiting for me with his arms wide open and full of embraces and all this human warmth makes my body wake up. He's a handsome boy, slightly taller than me, dark-skinned, smooth black hair (due to his father's genetics), somewhat strong and defined because of the physical activities he does.
In these days of quarantine, everything is getting hotter and more between me and him, and I'm beginning to believe that he has been doing it all on purpose since the first day I am at home, I notice his eyes always quite predatory, I feel like he has some secret desire but does not have the courage to take an initiative. And this whole atmosphere has made me feel very strange because I feel desired by my son, but I don't know if it's something in my head, and worst of all, I love the idea of it, of him wishing for me.
Last Monday, I was lying in my bed with only pajamas on the couch and very short white shorts and a thin blouse that is somewhat transparent without bra.
- What's the matter, boy?
I'm just looking at you.
You've never seen me before?
It's just that this morning you were more beautiful than usual.
I - Are you looking for money?
(At that moment he got up, and came to lie down next to me on the sofa.)
Raphael, can I lie here?
I managed to make room for him, who then lay down and put his head on my chest and shared a very strong embrace, felt his hand behind me holding me in a way that I can't explain but it was waking things up. It seemed like he didn't want me to go away.
But then, falling asleep. When I woke up later and noticed that he was no longer beside me, the TV already had a late show on it, I got up slowly to see what I have for dinner, the house was very quiet, only the television spoke with nobody, I walked down the corridor until I saw an "open door", which is his room's one, when I prepared myself to go in there came my surprise because through the mirror of his bedroom I could see that he stood with something on his face so I became curious and approached him a little bit more and then opened my mouth wide open
He was standing in front of his bed with the bermuda lowered, holding his dick quite peculiarly, he was touching a handkerchief but what surprised me more is that he was holding close to his face an underwear which I had worn the night before, I could not confuse because it's the only pink panties I have. I couldn't really see it from a distance, but the whole thing started to make me shudder and start feeling my butt throbbing watching all of this stuff. My breasts got rippled up so he laid down on the bed and increased his hand job intensity as if he was enjoying that in an absolutely intense way.
But until my phone rang in the room and we both freaked out, I rushed into the room, he certainly overheard the call because minutes later he showed up with the biggest washed-up face in the hall, was even a little sweaty. Didn't know how to react or what to say;
Rafael - Mom, did something happen? You're very red and sweaty.
I just got up too fast.
That day, the hours passed and I couldn't get that scene out of my mind: My son masturbating with his own mother's panties. While it seemed quite "dirty" from a moral standpoint, it still aroused the libido in me.
I looked at him all the time and couldn't disguise that something was bothering me, it was dominating my thoughts in an absurd way. Did he want me? Was he thinking about me? These were situations that roamed around my mind permanently.
I decided to take a shower, relax and forget about all this stuff going on in my head. The world was burning up because of the virus out there... And me being torched by my son inside.
When I came out of the shower, I was wearing a pink sweater which is my favorite nightgown and it made me feel very comfortable even though I'm old.
I missed not spending so much time with you, Mom.
- Me too, my son.
He gave me a strong embrace once more, felt his handprint on my waist, he smelled at me disguisedly but it didn't work much because the way he rubbed his nose against my neck was remarkable. That was an odd situation; I felt myself in the hands not of my son but of a man and decided to take that opportunity to test him.
- Son, my panties are gone... I wanted to wear it but couldn't find a way.
Eita, what panties?
- A rose, very comfortable.
I don't know, Mother.
Oh, all right.
He was able to lie on his face, he knew exactly where it was and had spent the afternoon smelling that piece of cloth thinking about illicit things.
Later, as I lay in my bed thinking about it one more time, that sight of him standing with my underwear worn on his face caused me excitement whenever he recalled again, his hard and erect cock to his own mother.
He lay down with me there, and we talked until the wee hours of the morning about life and work and so on. At that moment I forgot a little bit what had happened and just enjoyed my son's presence, it was nice to be there with him and share all those things really very pleasant partner he always has been
- Can I sleep here tonight, mother?
I - You know that I hate, haha but you can yes, just today, will only take a shower and come back as I already want to sleep.
When he came back, it was just a very short heel with no shirt his hair wet and quite smelly. He lay down next to me and I kissed him good night on the forehead. There was a part of the night where I had my back to him and then I woke up, felt something coming towards me but didn't move or open my eyes. I stayed static. I could feel a warm, stiff skin gently rubbing against my butt. My sweater was lifted up slightly and felt like it came down on the bottom of my panties.
The sleep just disappeared, my body was waking up on its back and I couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep at that moment a tease woke inside of me. My son was cowering in my own bed. I decided to pretend like he still slept but pushed myself even more, yet felt something lift the sheet covering us feel him move away from it a little bit, but noticed that the bed started making some peculiar movement going back and forth, felt him moving and for an instant felt him kneeling down on the bed
I couldn't figure out what was going on in there, but then again I didn't want to just mess it up by turning around all of a sudden and not letting him know that I was awake.
"How hot you are"
♪ What a delight
Hearing his breathing get stuffy, the rhythm of movement in bed increased, I was still lying there not wondering what was going on but hoped that he'd be staring at me somehow, my butt was all dps sample from him having taken off the sheet, my black panties which I wore were a bit kicking up into my ass then suddenly feeling a hot jet leaning down onto my butt and hearing it groan slightly louder,
At that moment, I got a fright but remained static. The situation as pleasurable as it was terrifying. He had abused me in some way.
A great desire was taking over me, I could no longer sleep the whole night.
Part two
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