Incest - The Joy of Staying at Home

Hello, my dear friends and loved ones.
Today I bring you another delightful story from a friend who visited Manaus to meet the Incest Club, and brought her couple of children...
My name is Ana Lúcia, but I'm better known as Lu and this year 2016, I turned 43 years old.
I married a widower in his fifties who already had a 25-year-old son named Caio and my daughter, now 23.
Our marriage ended soon after when my husband started cheating on me with younger girls, so it was just a facade.
Caius's bad company will lead him into alcoholism and marijuana use...
He became aggressive at home and completely rebellious.
At 15 years of age I had no control over the boy who until then was a child's love and whom I held as my son...
Now I had two big problems at home trying to keep Caius in line and win back my husband...
And to do that, I lived in the gym working out and grooming myself at beauty salons trying to get my husband's attention. But it didn't help much.
And to top it off, one morning after arriving drunk and loaded with pot I caught him banging his 15-year-old sister...
The next day I slapped him and told his father that he tried to eat our daughter...
He just gave a wry chuckle and added..
- That's childish, Lú... let them both find out what life is best about.
At that moment I wanted to kill him for what he had said.
Caius however, continued his attempt to fuck not only her sister's little sketch but mine as well and for a long time he tried without success..
Now what irritated me most about Caius was his attempt to make me believe that he could not remember anything I did when drunk....
One day your father invented a trip and I took the opportunity to give Caius what he wanted...
I sent your sister to my mother's house for a few days, but knowing he would turn on me...
All the rage of that situation turned into an uncontrollable desire to fuck this beautiful 17-year-old boy and as I felt it approaching,
It's been said and done...
The same day he fucked me.
Sort of forced, because I pretended to be scared and didn't want to get raped...
And that situation drove him crazy.
The more I despaired, struggled, tried to run away from him screaming.. <unk>Nananana noooooo son!!!! Don't eat your mother's little face!!!<unk>....
He went nuts, hallucinated... crazy enough to fuck me like a hungry animal.
That just makes my blood boil.
You're going to hurt Mommy's little face with that pause!
I begged and he tried to comfort me by promising...
I promise to eat very slowly and tasty this little sketch....
And it was right there in the garage after nine o'clock that he started fucking me.
- But only this "old girl" is okay son... because we can't do that no ...
At that hour while I was speaking in a whisper,
- Your father never made fun of me.
And he complemented...
That's why I am here... to fulfill all your fantasies in bed.
Her mouth whispered in my ear as her hand pulled the rubber band from my panties to one side and when I felt the little head of her roller rest against my hips,
I had my hair pulled out and my body pressed against the car door, trapped standing there.
He'd try to fit his little head into my hole, and that delay would drive me crazy until I pushed it in.
It was at this point that I began to sigh harder and moaner when the little head started invading me.
Aaaaahhhhhhh, my little boy!
He would say...
Calm down mother!
It was a big, thick stick of his and he pushed hard all the way up to my heel. That whole chest inside me...
I gritted my teeth, sighed in a desperate...
His dick went all in and out fast, then it came back again while I was moaning.
My head was spinning with no idea of how many violent blows I had taken, when my son commented in praise....
- Oh, my gosh. That little sketch was already all old-fashioned...
And he'd bite his lips and scream, getting punched non-stop.
Our eroticism was heightened by the mood of him making me his prisoner.
I stretched my body, twisted myself, moaned and screamed as his thick cock ripped at me.
This one comes and goes fast, the stockings dry strong, his hands pulling my hair...
It drove me crazy.
- Paaaaaaara!!!! Don't do that to me!!! Not my little caress! Do not puppy the mommy's small caress no son!!!....
He knew that deep down I wanted to fuck and fucking a lot. And also, this whole raping-me vibe was driving not only him crazy but me too...
He would say pornographic things in my ear that his father never said.
My whole body was throbbing hearing that and so I provoked him even more by shouting.
- Get it off of me!!!! Your dick is hurting my little boy... I can not stand, he's too fat!!!
And my puppy pushed on and on, subduing me like a little dog.
- You're not going to be my mother anymore... you are gonna be my whore! I will fuck you every day... when daddy isn't at home I will fucking your hot bitch...
I'd laugh and say...
- Stop that boy!
But he kept...
- My puuuuttaa!!! Take a bite you bastard!!!! Isn't that what you wanted..? Rola!!?? I am giving it to you!
And it was in that climate and amidst this delicious violence, I started pissing milk on his dick.
I used to play a slut on my son's dick.
I struggled all tearful, moaning as he taunted the whole body of his thick cock...
- You son of a bitch!
That's how I used to yell at my puppy dick.
And he, looking like a desperate virgin was frantically beating on my shoulder and moaning with me...
My face melted into his dick vomiting milk-penguins on it as he punched me harder and harder, making fun of me until the end.
Not now that it's starting...
It was the ecstasy, my head spinning and legs weakening, becoming bamboo, trembling without stopping, so much fun his role gave me...
It was my first blow job on my son's dick that afternoon.
My body was oozing with satisfaction and happiness, very tired and exhausted. So I took my puppy to bed on his lap where he sat me down in his arms and continued fucking me relentlessly and ravenously hungry.
Even a little tired I played with the pony in his lap jumping willingly, screaming, moaning much and enjoyed once again crying of pleasure on his dick...
He was screaming really loud.
That's how I want you to have fun doing a whore on my dick.
Even though he called me all those names I didn't feel offended, on the contrary I felt flattered and privileged to finally be a male whore...
I was obedient to his rules, letting myself be the whore of his fantasy...
I used to have fun and a lot of fun, except for being four years late with no dick.
I wanted to have fun and he gave me the joy that I've never had in my life, so...
I jumped up and down without stopping, uncontrollably in search of a new pleasure to satiate my hunger.
I was her pleasure doll for six long hours of non-stop fucking.
Which resulted in nine of my pranks, one after the other.
I never thought you could mock and cry, but that's what the little boy did to me...
He not only took from me desperate cries of pleasure, but weeping and tears in the midst of a mockery...
And that's how this bloated, milk-filled bottle exploded inside my little face filling it all with his big fat...
He also screamed in such desperate pleasure as he poured strong jets of milk into my little sketch...
I was full and stuffed, he's dead tired.
And that was our first time.