A New Life With My Son 3

After oral sex was "liberated" between us, we began to live the life of a real couple. We went to the supermarket together, went out to dinner together - of course, without ever kissing in public - and inside we were not unpleasant to each other. When he went to college and I was alone, I sometimes felt the pangs of remorse for being in an incestuous relationship. But my son André did everything to make me feel loved, wanted, happy. In his presence I felt complete. We were already two months into oral sex when the big turn happened. It was a Saturday afternoon when I noticed my son on the phone with his friends. - Mom, there's a party at the college tonight, all right? When I heard that, it felt like a punch in the stomach, but I held back. - Of course son... you can go, no problem at all. After that I felt uncomfortable. We had dinner as usual and then he went to get ready to leave. When it was around 9 pm he said goodbye: Don't worry, I'll take care of myself. I forced a yellow smile. As soon as he left I threw myself on the couch, lost in thought. It was as if I heard a voice saying, "Go for it, Sonia!" After all, he was young, he really had to have fun. And probably in that party and college there would be dozens of girls his age. I tried to rationalize. I tried to settle for the fact that I could not be selfish and want my son only for me. I was too old for him, and above all, I was his mother. What we lived could only be a phase, and sooner or later he would have to date, form a family, have children, etc. But it hurt to imagine him with someone else, so I decided to have a drink. One vodka, then another. I took a shower to calm myself down. I put on a sweater and started drinking again. It didn't take long for me to get completely drunk, and from there to the first crying fit was a step. I could only imagine that mouth kissing another girl, and I felt anger, even hatred, and it was terrible, but it was true: I was jealous of my son. By two o'clock in the morning I had drunk almost a whole bottle. Alcohol is not a good advisor and at that time I lost my temper and called him. When he answered, I could hear that he was in a place with loud music. - André, where are you? - At the party, Mom. - What are you doing? - Nothing... just having fun with my roommates. - Pay attention: you have 40 minutes to go home! - I said, furious, without bothering to disguise my anger. - Mom, is something wrong? - If you're not home in 40 minutes, you can pack your things and get the hell out of here. I rang the phone, and it was exactly 34 minutes, counting on the clock, until he got home, and he walked in with a scared look on his face. Mom, what happened? I stood up with difficulty because I was drunk. - Don't you have any shame in your face, you little brat? "What have I done?" he asked with a terrified expression. - You think I don't know you've been rubbing shoulders with those college sluts? He made a face like he didn't believe what he was hearing. Mother, I swear to God I won't. - I'm no good to you anymore, you little brat? I love you, you're the woman I love. - Shut up, wretch!! - I shouted - You must be another kid like your father! - Don't say that, Mom! - he said, already crying. I was so mad that I took action, I took off my sweater and I was completely naked in front of him. - My body doesn't satisfy you anymore? I swear I didn't do anything! -Then you'll have to prove me! I said that, and I grabbed him by the collar, pulled him, or rather dragged him to my room, which was actually "our room". "Take off your clothes!" I ordered, and I didn't wait for him to carry out the order, I was already taking off his clothes myself. When he was naked, I threw myself on the bed, with my legs open, and said: If you love me, make fun of me! He was stunned, terrified, because he'd never seen me like this before. But he obeyed. He started kissing my legs and went upstairs. That was the first time he'd ever seen me take the initiative, without any restraint, without any shame. It's a whim, a whim. His tongue touched my skin, made me shudder, and when he finally reached my clitoris, I gasped with pleasure. - Go... suck on that mouthful, go... suck on it, you kid! I've always been a shy, sex-obsessed woman, and I've never said any of that kind of crap, and even the word "puppet" was hard for me to say, but that night, I had completely lost it. Suck on that sucker... suck on your mommy's sucker, go... get her wet! He may have been scared, but he hadn't forgotten how to give me pleasure, sucking on my clitoris, which was hard and swollen, sticking his fingers into my vagina, which must be feverish from all the hard-on, twisting myself, feeling like he was going to make fun of me. - Come on, don't stop, it sucks my ass. I enjoyed it so much, it was so strong that I squeezed my son's head with my thighs, an intense, deep laugh, and I tried to take a deep breath and said, - Kiss me, please. He came up on my body. Our lips touched and our tongues melted. With my left hand I held his stick, which was hard as a rock. I began to play. I rubbed the head of his pin on my grill. - Do you love your mother? - Very... I would never betray you... I kept brushing your dick up my clit. - Do you like Mommy's furry little toupee? - I love that. - You feel like sticking your dick in here, do you? - You know it's what I want most, Mother. - Then just go through the door... but you can't get in! I started to brush my head into the entrance of my crack, and it was soaked, and I could feel that shiny, swollen head sliding down the entrance, and he must have been crazy to stick, but he respected my boundaries. - You like that, motherfucker? - It's too good! - Am I hotter than those whores at your college? - A lot more. I took a deep breath and gave the order he'd been waiting for: - Just put the little head in... just the little head, and very slowly. I started to feel the tip of that big dick trying to get inside me. I was holding his dick, preventing it from sticking in at once. I was torturing, and dying of pleasure, having to hold myself not to mock. André had an extreme hard-on face. - Do you like your mommy's pillow? "Very much", he replied, panting. - Put it down real slow... real slow that Mommy's not used to. And he came obediently, very slowly, and I felt this hard, hot, pulsating flesh come into me, filling my bowels, and I'll never forget the pleasure I felt, he came in slowly as I writhed, and I felt that mast settle all the way inside me, and Andre let out a shout of delight: Oh, my God, that's good. My reaction was to pull his head out and stick my tongue in his mouth, the most wonderful kiss I've ever given anyone. - Slowly, Andre, your cock is too big. He dropped his body on top of mine, and we snuggled in a passionate kiss, and I could feel his little dick inside my vagina, the same vagina where he was conceived and where he was born. The incest was finally consummated. As our mouths loosened, Andre looked me in the eye and said, I love you, Mom. I've always wanted you. - Then come... very slowly... He started moving his dick inside me. It didn't take long for me to start moaning loudly. I was crazy, drunk, out of my mind. He was speeding up the movements, as if he wanted to test me, see how far I could go. Come on, eat me, eat your mother, say you love me and eat me good, son. I've always wanted to fuck you. At that moment, he began to enter with desire, I groaned, I shouted, the second orgasm came like a tidal wave invading my soul: Fuck your mother, fuck her, fuck her, I'm going to have some fun. I was enjoying my son's cock, blood of my blood. I was enjoying it, but André didn't stop sticking. On the contrary, it accelerated even more. I had never touched such a big cock, but I didn't feel any pain, only pleasure. He was sweating, rolling his eyes, looking as out of it as I did. I'm going to have a good time. - Laugh it up, son, laugh it up! - Can I have a laugh inside? Come fuck me hard and have fun inside your mother! As I said in the first story, problems in childbirth meant that I couldn't have any more children. I'm going to make fun of you! Feeling his joy I pulled him inside me. His cock was stuck deep in my bowels. My son enjoyed liters. I could feel every jet of his hot sperm pouring into me. The sensation was so intense that I enjoyed again. The two of us couldn't talk. We were exhausted. The bed was soaked with our sweat. Our mouths looked natural to each other. We were stuck together, his paint inside me, his milk flooding me. The deepest joy two human beings can have. We must have been kissing and caressing each other for over half an hour, and we couldn't say anything, and words couldn't describe how we felt, and finally he said, I love you. - I love you too, son. - I've never had so much fun... - Neither do I... you are so hot! I've never felt so woman, so female, and at the same time, mother. Our bodies glued to our sweat. When his penis finally softened and came out of me, I couldn't resist and reached for it. My pussy was full of his sperm, even dripping. I felt like the most sinful woman, but at the same time, the most loved woman in the world. The dawn would come, our caresses would slow down until we fell asleep in each other's arms. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my naked son. He looked like a sleeping angel with the body of a god. I was hungover, but I remembered everything. I remembered that he had penetrated me and mocked inside me. And I remembered the wonderful orgasms he had given me the night before. The incest had been consummated. But contrary to what had been happening, I felt no remorse, nothing, on the contrary, what I felt was extreme happiness, and at 42 I had discovered how wonderful sex can be. I put my hand on his chest, athletic, defined, I kissed his nipple and he moved, and I had barely woken up and I was already feeling attracted to him. - Wake up, you sloth! - What ? I sucked on his nipple harder, tickled him, and he moved in a spasm, laughed when he opened his eyes. - Good afternoon, Mother. - Good day to you, André. He stretched out and hugged me. - You were drinking yesterday, huh? - I was just... - Do you remember everything? - All of it, my son. - Are you sorry? I'm sorry I didn't do this sooner. He smiled and we kissed, and I could feel his arms wrapping around me, our tongues dancing in our mouths, and we kissed for a good few minutes, and his hand squeezed my buttocks, and of course, his penis was already hard. Mom, I love you so much, you have no idea. - I love you too, son. - Do you remember that I mocked inside you yesterday? - I told you, I remember everything. His hand came across my vagina, he fingered my clitoris, and I let out a groan of pleasure. "Are you wet yet, mother?" he asked, in a dirty, foolish way. - It's your fault, you bastard. The kisses and the caresses were burning me up, and not only was I getting over the guilt, but I was really taking the initiative, showing him how much I wanted him. I grabbed his pin and I started rubbing it on the inside of my skirt, and I pulled, but he ran away. Yesterday you tortured me, remember? It was jealousy, my love, I was jealous of you. I don't even have to promise. - Then come, my son... come into me! I already wanted him to penetrate me, but he had other plans. It's a four, Mom, a four that I love! I didn't argue. I was usually embarrassed to be in that position. Like I said, I was always kind of locked in for sex. But with him I felt free, loose. I was on all fours and he positioned himself behind me. "Fuck, Mom! What a hot ass you have! I've always had a hard-on in that ass, you know?" he said, squeezing my buttocks with his strong hands. "I love to see that ass winking at me". He bent down and started licking my ass, which was another thing he had taught me, and I already knew the pleasure it gave me. - Oh, my son... ahhhhhhhhh... that, lick it! He had an amazing ability with that tongue, and I felt an uncontrollable pleasure taking over my body with every movement of that tongue, and I almost laughed, and he didn't stop until he started to brush the head of his pin on the inside of my skirt, and he would say things to excite me: - Did you know your pussy's too hot, bitch? - Come, my son. You tortured me yesterday, now it's my turn. - Don't do that, son. I love you. - He wants to see you begging, begging! For a woman who's shy in bed, it was hard to muster up the courage to talk dirty, but like I said, with him I felt free and crazy. - Get in there, son! - Put what in it, Mom? - Put your pin in, please! - Where, little mother... talk where you want! - In me! - Inside of what, Mom? - In my pussy, son... get in there, please! I felt that big, swollen head making its way through my bowels, and if the night before I was completely drunk, this time I was sober and delirious. Easy does it, son! He could be crazy with a hard-on, but he knew how to respect me, and he was putting it on slowly, and the feeling of having that member filling me was delicious, and by the time it was all inside me, I was almost enjoying it. Mom, what a boner I'm feeling! - Come, my son, get in there! Every move I made, I was delirious, in that position I felt dominated, possessed by my son, by my male. - Oh, Andre, this is delicious. - You're enjoying this, aren't you? Eat your mother! After that, the inroads became relentless. He dug deep. He held my waist and pumped with desire. If I was almost in a trance, my son would not be far behind. He would whore, make declarations of love. His sweat would fall on me, and I would almost drool with so much pleasure. My vagina was soaked with so much pleasure. Mom, I love you. We played for a few good minutes until we changed position, and I was like a roast chicken, legs up, and I offered my furry pussy to him, and he gave me a good blowjob before he put it back in, and I had lost my temper, and I started saying things that I could never have imagined saying to a man, - Fuck you, son, stick that stick in me! - I'll fuck you up, hot one! It's eating me! And in that position, he could push and squeeze my breasts at the same time, and he squeezed hard, and what I felt was almost impossible to explain, a shock wave running through my entire body, sweat covering our bodies, the smell of sex and passion permeating the air, and my son was ready to explode. - I'm going to have a good time, Mom! - Have fun on the inside, son! - You want to fuck, you want to fuck? Come on, make fun of me! He accelerated so fast, it looked like he was gonna rip my bellybutton off. - I'm going to have fun, Mom! Once again the gushes of hot sperm inside my pussy made me laugh instantly, and our simultaneous enjoyment was crowned by a wonderful tongue-kiss, and we were stuck together like two animals in heat. When we stopped kissing, our eyes met, we were exhausted but happy, and I felt a real river of sperm inside me, and that's when my son said the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard: - Mom... I'm in love with you. I almost cried at the time. - I'm in love with you, too. We embraced, we were glued, glued to our sweat, it was sex, love, passion, all at the same time. What happened next? Well, that Sunday we didn't even get dressed. We spent the whole day naked and had sex until night. It was like we wanted to make up for lost time. We just stopped to rest or eat. Incest might be a sin, but who can control passion? My son and I indulged in unbridled passion. We were living the life of a real couple. Every day he went to college in the morning and I counted the minutes until he came back. Mom, I just called to say I miss you and I love you so much. A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora - I love you too, son. There were days when he'd come home from college and we'd go straight to bed to make love, and I'd never had such a full sex and love life, and sometimes my vagina would hurt from all the fucking, and how much I enjoyed it, and it was multiple orgasms. Whenever any feeling of remorse came over me, I just clung to the thought that it was too late to turn back, and that it wasn't just sex; it was love, passion. We slept in my bed, naked and cuddled, and then one day, in the middle of the night, I woke up to him calling me, - Mom, wake up now. - What is it, son? - I had a nightmare... I thought it was funny that he, at that age, would call me to say that he'd had a nightmare. - Tell Mom what you dreamed. I dreamt that you were breaking up with me, that you were saying that we couldn't be together anymore. I hugged that athletic body, and I could tell by his embrace that he was really scared. - Son, I love you too. - But you'll never trade me for another? Of course not, I've never had a man who loved me so much, sometimes I'm afraid of the consequences, I'm afraid of delaying your life, in fact, I think it's easier for you to trade me for someone else, to trade me for a girl your own age. - Never again, mother! - But you might end up attracted to a younger girl with a better body than mine. He laughed. - Mom... no woman gives me as much of a boner as you! He took it and began to caress the beak of my breasts, and through the sexual experience, he was learning what my "weak points" were. - Your little face is getting chilly, Mom... - You know I'm sensitive... - I love your breasts, Mom, I love sucking on them! He said that, and he started licking his little tip, and then he was sucking, gently, and his big mouth was swallowing half of his breast, and his tongue was making precise movements, and I started to groan. It's late... it's two in the morning... you have to get up early tomorrow... My breasts, which had fed him when he was born, were now an erotic toy in his mouth. He only stopped sucking them to go down my belly, kissing me. I could already feel his hard cock rubbing my leg. He went down, until he got close to the hottest part of my body. - Mom... did you know your skirt is beautiful? - Do you like it? - I love it, the girls shave everything today. I stroked his silky hair, and I knew he was gonna suck me off, but before he did, he said, - Mom... long before it happened I already had a crush on you, you know? - It is? - It's... sometimes I'd grab his underwear from the laundry basket and smell it. That revelation surprised me. Up until then, I thought this feeling was something new. I almost confessed that I had done it once, but I was shy. - I love your body, mother... I love it! He said that and started sucking me. The feeling I had when my clitoris was sucked by him was indescribable. His tongue made me twitch. Gradually I was learning to let myself go in bed, as I had never been able to with any man, giving me the right to demonstrate my female side to my own son. - Ahhhhhh... you fool! Suck, son! Suck your mother! He did wonders with his mouth, he sucked my cricket, he made movements with his tongue, everything was perfect, I still pulled his head against my penis, as if I wanted him to go all the way inside me. - Ahhhh... delight... does not stop, son! does not stop... I will... I will... have funarrrr I enjoyed it deliciously, like every time I was with him, in fact, the orgasms became more and more intense, I almost lost consciousness. - Turn around on your stomach, little mama, turn around... I love your ass! Being called "little mama" excited me, so I obeyed, and soon he was giving delicious kisses on my buttocks. Mom, your ass is hot. I had already explained to him that I was closed - literally - to anal sex because I'd never done it and I wasn't going to put up with that big dick in my anus, but he loved licking my little hole, and I, who had never let any man even see that part of my body, not only allowed it, I was loving it. The touch of her moist tongue on my anus made me shiver with excitement. - Oh, my God, that's good. I love sucking your ass! He knew he was romantic, he was sweet, but he also knew he had a weird, fucked-up, jerk-off side, which made me soak in a hard-on, and I opened my legs wide, I was exposed, I was in my son's arms, and he was licking me up and down from the inside of my pussy to my ass, and my son could lick his tongue like no one else could. He took a pillow and put it under my body, and I was with my hips pointed at it, and I could feel my vagina dripping with so much hotness, and Andre started brushing the entrance of my vagina, and I could feel the head of that paint sliding between my vaginal lips. - Do you want me to eat you, Mommy? He liked to hear me beg, he got a kick out of hearing his own mother talk dirty, and I have to admit that with him I was discovering the pleasures of free, loose, dirty sex. - I want to, son. - Then you have to ask... - You son of a bitch. - You want some? - You know I want to... suck, go... fuck me. I knew that when his dick entered my vagina, I completely lost control, and when I felt the head of his dick touching my uterus, the same uterus where he was conceived, it was impossible to hold back the groan, almost a scream of excitement. - This is delicious. - You like that, you little shit? I love you, my son! - I love you, mother! - I love you too! He always started the pumps slowly. There I was, on my stomach, with my hips steep, receiving my own son's penis inside me. The noise indicated that my cunt was flooded with so much water. André breathed deeply, possessed by the horny. His pumps got stronger. I love you! I love you, too. Who'd have thought that I, so fixated on sex, would be able to let go and say things like that, especially to my son, and Andre would grab me by the waist and pull, burying every last millimeter of his penis in my insides, and we'd be crazy, making love at dawn, sweating, and in love. - You want my fucking, do you? - I want to, son. Then ask for it, ask for it in your fucking pocket, ask for it, whore! "Whore". When could I have imagined that I would let a man talk to me like that? Other times I would have been offended, hurt. But with him I not only didn't connect, it turned me on, and a lot! I was discovering the pleasure of talking whores during sex, maybe because I was in love like never before in my life. - Goza... fill your little fucking whore up, come on! As he approaches climax, his pumps become even more vigorous, and that's when I feel my body floating with pleasure. - I'm going to have fun, Mom... I'm going to have fun! It was a real scream of pleasure. He laughed and when his milk fills me it seems to hit some kind of button inside me. My orgasm is immediate. I don't think anything makes me enjoy so wonderfully as the moment I feel his milk warm inside me. I enjoyed, I enjoyed a lot. We were exhausted, sweaty, but happy, and I got out from under him, and we kissed, and it was so good, that deep kiss, like we were trying to swallow each other. - Mother... I am very much in love with you. I don't want this nightmare to come true. I don't want to be without you, ever! I love you more than anything! You are the woman of my life... He's like this: one hour he calls me a whore, the next he says I'm the woman of his life. With him I feel like a girlfriend listening to statements from her boyfriend in love, but I also feel like a female in heat, all bitch. - Son... it may be wrong, but I'm also very much in love with you. I looked at the clock at the head of the bed, it was 3:00 in the morning. I want to see you go to college tomorrow. I want to sleep late with you and make love as soon as I wake up. I shouldn't have let him do that, I was still his mother, and I didn't want him to neglect his studies, but I made an exception, we slept together, hugging each other, and wrapped in those strong arms, I felt like the most beloved woman in the world, with a younger boy, who knew how to be sweet and mean, giving me all the pleasures that loving sex can give. And it was precisely this bastard and bastard side of my son that made me live one of the craziest and boldest experiences I could ever imagine .