The cousin I didn't eat

Hello! I'm writing again to tell you about the trance that I most wanted in my life, and which until today I regret not having been able to realize. It all happened when I was only 14 years old, had just lost my virginity (see my previous stories), and was relatively inexperienced but already very twisted and naughty ... I have this cousin who is about 10 years older than me, and at the time of that incident CM had just graduated from college and was already a single mother (she'd gotten pregnant by a fellow student who didn't adopt her child which she did on her own with my uncles). For a brief description, the CM was (at that time and still is today) an erection of woman, slender, tall, almost thin but not overly so. A quiet face with a smile always stamped showing beautiful teeth, bright light-brown eyes large and fascinating framed by abundant hair also light brown cut to shoulder height. Its neck is long and slender, leading to a serrated collar where the protruding (but not skeletal-like) bones stand out invitingly, extending until you reach a pair of medium to large firm breasts which also feature freckles that have always brought me back to my fascination with painted onions.... After appreciating those breasts (which until then I had only seen half-hidden by bikinis) and continuing to walk her body looking down, came the impeccably healed abdomen without an ounce of obvious fat, firm, brown, no longer freckles, with a belly button in between that begged to be licked voluptuously... the hips arrived as if suddenly, with the pelvic bones equally protruding although separated from the skin by some musculature capable of attenuating the sensation of "skin and bone", establishing in relation to the abdomen a sudden "enlargement" in dimensions, conferring on it a style "violence" without any need for grease or excesses for this.... The bikini thong was always one of those that were tied by laces on the sides, so it only really covered in a V-shaped way your vagina at the front and butt behind. They weren't usually extremely sexy bikinis, and buttocks would be reasonably concealed - not because they had too much cloth, but because their bottoms didn't have any fat or cellulite... The cloth would stretch out in a V until it inevitably disappeared into the final folds of that gorgeous tailpiece, often leaving on display at the top a brief notion of where the "coffin" began (she wasn't one to pull her bikini up and see if she could bury it underneath her ass for attention). Sometimes I had the privilege of watching her bending over, keeping her legs straight to pick up a toy from her son that'd fallen on the floor... and then all this woman's glory was revealed for me as her healing bundle would inevitably end by opening wide and reveal what happened to that bikini after it disappeared into its little butt.... Since the first time I had that vision of this huge skirt covered by a bikini, I got really crazy and masturbated dreaming about CM.... Like most times when it happened we were on the beach wearing sunglasses. She always noticed my hard dick underneath me so she'd go back to her normal position staring at me and couldn't hide an evil grin which was invariably put aside as being typical for pre-teens who could not see xanax... To cut a long story short, although CM and I were cousins up close, and we talked quite a bit about practically any subject (including possibly sex without blurting it out), we had never really gotten the chance to relate at ease unless there was some other relative nearby so that any more daring chatter would soon be aborted for mutual fear of being overheard... But then came an occasion that changed everything... I had some problems in my school, related to drug abuse (I experimented) and ended up being suspended for 3 days of classes (starting on a Wednesday). So I could only go back to school another Monday. It was late spring and it was hot. On the night of suspension, after having taken a hard correction from my mother, I went with my parents to my uncles' house (CM fathers). While talking to CM and telling her all about what happened, my mom broke down into tears with my aunts trying to figure out what to do about it. While I was babbling with CM telling me that I shouldn't worry about it because she herself had been through even worse experiences, including the issue of drugs, I heard my mother saying "the worst thing is he will spend these 3 days just having fun chasing balls with his friends on the street", when my aunt (CM's mom) got the most brilliant idea in history: "ah but to avoid this you have him do something boring. CM is crazy about taking their son to the beach these days, so why don't we take advantage of it and have Carlos go with them both and look after CM and the baby from tomorrow until Sunday? Then he gets away from his friends and does a real punishment". My mom (great but very silly) loved the idea. Me and CM heard that and were immediately thrilled by the idea and found out on our own. So it was arranged that my uncles would drive us to my parents' beach house first thing in the morning the next day, and then my parents would pick us up at noon on Sunday back into town. And so it was. By 8:30 the next morning, we were saying good-bye to my uncles in front of their beach house because they had to hurry back into town so that they could still go to work without missing a day's notice. The house had 3 bedrooms, a room in 2 environments (one for living and one for dining), a kitchen, laundry and only one bathroom accessible from the kitchen. I told CM to stay with my son in my parents' bedroom to have more comfort (double bed) because I would be staying in my usual room right next door. I helped her install baby equipment during which time I accidentally ended up opening a bag of hers and showing off her panties on top... I took the opportunity to take some in my hands and keep opening them with his hand saying "whore who gave birth CM, how do you fit here?", And she was not ashamed and still teased me "ah did you like it?" With that line, she spice things up by asking if I used to masturbate a lot because at my age she knew that boys usually end up in the punch....I said yes, that he hit at least 5 per day (at least), amending that "but it's good when you can really do it right?" I asked her, "When did you lose your virginity?" She said it was when she was 14 years old and hadn't stopped fucking since then. But that because I also have no choice but to resort to a good siren every once in awhile especially now with the baby... Then the baby woke up crying and she started breastfeeding in front of me, when I could see her bare boobs for the first time...and she noticed my hard-on (both on the armored tent as well as the glassy eyes on those bosoms), and commented "isn't that the sexiest way to show you my boobies?" ... She asked me to get something for her from the kitchen, so I went and then when I returned she was already trying to put the baby back to sleep by asking for silence....I went into the bathroom and touched two huge fists until I heard she was coming towards the kitchen so I took a shower. When I finished, I noticed that she hadn't brought a towel or any clothes. So I left the booth and slammed open the door, found her cooking something on the stove... She looked at me, I said "can you get me some towels? The little bitch from CM kept stirring in the pot but didn't take her eyes off my naked body, and said "pooh, what a beautiful chick, I have never seen it get hard like that so fast".... And I said "also, you there with bikini in front of me wanted what, I am not iron" she looked at me and laughed, saying "ah but you haven't managed to cover anything, it can still be seen that you are crazy with a hard-on or cuddles. why don't you go there and punch yourself to relieve the boy?" "po CM, but is it that you stand there in a bikini, I have always died of hard-on on you, before even knowing what was punch I already got the dick hard looking at you, and then I saw your breasts there in the room so I went crazy for once".... she tried to calm me down and rationalize things with talkative words "ah vc misses his crowns fucked up, afterwards I'm her cousin, even if we feel horny in a relative this must be something only body because socially not right" It seems that she had begun to worry about the idea of sex between us being more than just cousins who grew up together, so... I replied that my mother had found and thrown everything away, she didn't have any more... we talked a little about how to use it, the sensations (I only used once). She asked if there was no way of getting one based on marijuana for us to smoke together. It was the easiest thing in the world, just walk about 40 meters and knock on the house of Chico Pescador asking to talk with his son (who was my friend since childhood), ask if he could get me a cigarette , and he took great pleasure already wrapped one out of pocket, saying "well this guy would smoke now, but you can stay here because I will make another". First he asked me to smoke with him, but then I explained that it was for a mine which had been in my house. He laughed and said: "So today you're done; this is the best one". When I got home, she was amazed at my speed (it didn't even take me 5 minutes) and first thought that I had given up or wasn't able to clean... asked "the money did not give, it was little?", then I handed the money back to her and said "yes, no gave". Then let me go over there just to see if the baby is asleep, today he should not wake up anymore. It's late so we light it? She went and came back in a flash, I was sitting on the couch watching Pink Floyd's show on VHS, she sat down tightly against me and hugged me... just to remember, she still wore her bikini, and I only had shorts without panties.... Her face was more radiant and beautiful than usual .... she "shall we light it?" But she did not fail to notice that my dick had again hardened like a real metal, and now even pulsating with so much excitement.... without being affected, she passed her hand on it and gave some squeezes, laughing and saying "Suspice boy, as soon as I smoke this here will calm down a little".... I was curious but afraid, and more than being about to smoke marijuana I had a hard-on... my mind kept thinking "maybe she'll go crazy then I can take advantage of her".... but she must be very experienced in the subject, smoked a lot before handing me the cigarette. And said: We had a little bit of that time-out, enjoying the show while she was trying to basically finish off the entire cast... She said it was too hot in there, and she took off the top of her bikini to expose my breasts... I went crazy but not so much that way. My dick kept throbbing, She was really patty, and commenting "you really love my breasts don't you?", she took my hands and put them on it, saying grab, enjoy, do whatever you want to do with them.... I grabbed a little, and fell right in the mouth, but ended up being forced to avoid nipples because they released milk that I found of horrible taste .... she twisted herself, did not touch me anymore, but had an erection ... At that moment, we kissed on the lips (the best tongue-kiss I've ever had in my entire life so far and even this is for my wife), then she led me with her head between her legs and made me suck it....I didn't know how to rightly suck xanas until then although I already loved doing it. I confess to being horny, but the fact that he drugged me was interfering with everything too much ... could not focus properly and had little imagination , did not even have a notion that should masturbate as well or try to make her masturbate. all I thought about it is inserted, injected, only she didn't want.... After having repeatedly made fun of her with mouth and hands, she gave me several punches, rarely using the mouth on my turkey, limiting herself to sucking only when I was making a joke because she loved fucking drink.... She must have mocked me about ten times since I would get hard again and she was willing to make me calm down in any way .... but every attempt by me to put myself into it was repudiated, sometimes even with a promise of "maybe tomorrow".... And the rest of my days went like this... waking up, going to the beach, playing with the baby, cooking, driving around pushing a stroller, then smokin' back and giving each other orgasms in droves. Until Saturday night (the day before we left), she wanted to give, asked me to enter... until today without knowing why, I acted like an idiot and refused....