It was typical of the age...I was then 17 years old and a

It was typical of the age... I was then 17 years old and a virgin. My sexual excitement It was typical of the age. He was obsessed with every woman he saw. A One of them was my mother, Paquita, a woman in her early fifties. It wasn't especially physically attractive (small tits, not too noticeable ass), although she had pretty legs and very white skin that awakened my voracious appetite. He also had a very pleasant face. Paquita was intelligent, sensitive and very religious. Although that is something I learned later, I was completely sexually neglected by her husband, my father, I don't really know why, if because he had lost all interest in sex, or because he had lost everything interest in my mother, or for both reasons. I have never known. My mother was not the only object of my handjobs, but one more in the range of my obsessions, but I had the advantage that I had it close by and could observe it when I was lucky. Every time I had a chance I looked through the lock of the bathroom. bathroom while pissing, although the vision was not very good, but on one occasion, in that the bathroom curtain had not been drawn, I managed to see it in more detail while he was bathing In themselves, these spectacles were not very stimulating, but The morbid nature of the situation managed to excite me even more than usual. Things had gotten that far when one day I had made a wound in the upper part of the thigh. It was a very painful chafing. I had to give myself an ointment and bandage it to prevent itching. My mother She offered to do it because she had worked as a nurse when she was single. I never could imagine all the consequences that this cure would have. After pulling down my pants and leaving them on my ankles I sat in the chair that my mother had indicated to me. Meanwhile she I prepared the ointment and gauze for the wound. When everything was ready He crouched down in front of me and began to gently spread the ointment with his fingertips. the fingers just a few centimeters from the underwear, at the point where They squeezed the eggs. Automatically and completely unexpectedly the cock It began to grow almost comically. I felt myself invaded by an infinite shame: raising the cock a short distance from my mother's nose, who was still busy with the ointment was much more than a young man who had just turned seventeen He could endure without wanting the earth to swallow him. I tried to hide but It was impossible. It had to be completely red. I looked discreetly and had the impression that my mother was also trying to conceal the undeniable meaning of what was before him. The sight of the whiteness of her small breasts Through the neckline did not improve things either. I closed my eyes, but to no avail. The touch of his fingers near the groin was a sensation irresistible and my erection unfolded without ambiguity. I was trying to think what I was going to say if she made any comments, but suddenly I had the feeling of that the massage was going on longer than necessary, and that maybe it wasn't just me the only one who was enjoying it. I was about to make a comment about how pleasant that was to me, but I didn't dare. However, I did go able to slowly bring my other knee, the left one, closer to his body. I also met no resistance as I gently pressed on his shoulder. I opened my eyes again and I had the sensation that he was gently biting the lower lip. Concentration? A sign of pleasure? The session ended without further ado. news. As soon as he finished the dressing and left my room, I started a Frantic masturbation that lasted seconds before starting to shoot endless white threads on my belly. In the following days the rhythm of masturbations, usually high, it shot up to figures that were unusual for me. From that moment on my mother would become my obsessive sexual object. He The rest of the women took a backseat. Over and over again I reviewed mentally those minutes of absolute excitement. Sometimes I thought I could having ejaculated before her. How would he have reacted? Would he have then kept your silence? A couple of weeks later we were alone at home. She read sitting on a chair from the living room. On that occasion nothing, neither his way of dressing, nor his No gesture or comment justified my desire, but it was atrocious. It was mere fruit of my obsession and the casual loneliness in which we found ourselves, Nervous, not knowing what to do and discomposed by the closeness of his presence, I moved continuously from one place to another. Finally I placed myself in another chair next to him. back where she couldn't see me without turning her head. Now he looked at her without that she warned him with an uncontrollable lust. Without thinking I opened the fly without noise and I took out the cock that was then reaching its maximum erection. Without taking my eyes off her neck I began to masturbate gently. In that moment I realized that the smell that my deployed cock gave off was unmistakable. I got scared. If she turned back I wouldn't know how to explain the situation. I stood still as the smell of sex spread through the room. room. It seemed to me that my mother was more still than was natural. Perhaps the smell made him guess what was happening to his backs, and the memory of our massage session provided a clue unmistakable of what was behind it. I took my hand away and for a couple of minutes I continued there motionless with my cock erect, hoping that indeed Paquita perceived the tribute of silent admiration that his lustful son paid him. The magic was interrupted when the noise of the street door was heard. My father. I quickly recovered a presentable state and took refuge in the bathroom. bathroom to masturbate furiously. When my mother was about to cum knocked on the door. I asked her to wait a few seconds and knowing she was close I I hit a couple of pinwheels that once again opened the door to an excellent orgasm. At that point I had a moment of daring. Rather flush the toilet and make all traces of the intimate revelry disappear, I decided leave everything there. My mother was going to come in and see something that she might find interesting. stimulating, especially since she was the one who had caused it. So it I did. A little red-faced, I opened the door and let her in while I left. I don't I dared to stare through the keyhole. My father was around the house, and for nothing in the world, not even to know how my mother reacted when she saw that aquarium that I had just dedicated to him, I was willing to take the risk of being caught watching his wife through the keyhole. In the following days, nothing in my mother's behavior towards me bothered me. allowed us to draw conclusions about what his reaction had been to the remains of semen that he had left in the bathroom. I didn't have any other opportunities either. to transmit new signs of my desire until a few days later I learned that my father was going to have to spend a couple of weeks away from home. still that He didn't leave my mother and me alone because my sisters were there. However, In the afternoons they had to go to school and during that year I had no class in the afternoons. To increase my excitement, my mother had the habit to take a nap in the afternoons. Normally I didn't sleep but rested reading the newspaper. That gave me an excellent excuse to enter his room. Sometimes he wanted to read some part of the newspaper, and I would go in and ask him to. This is what I did the first day my father was away from home. Once in her room, while she was reading the local pages I asked him for the national pages, but instead of going out and reading it somewhere else, I I sat in a chair to the left of his bed. I immersed myself in the newspaper with unusual attention. The feeling of proximity of her half-naked body combined with The loneliness made me feel pleasantly tingly. It was summer and it was quite warm heat. My mother was in bed under a single sheet. I was wearing the glasses and read the newspaper with his usual concentration. Suddenly he raised his left knee, the one closest to the edge where I was. The sheet was lifted like this, giving me a perfect view. from her wonderful leg to the edge of her ass. I looked up surreptitiously and I felt dizzy in my stomach. It was just a few centimeters away from what I longed for more in this world. All you had to do was stretch out your hand to touch that skin. that drove me crazy. Several times I was on the verge of doing it, but I didn't have enough value. Then my mother let the sheet slide over her knee, so that now the whole leg and half of the ass was well at the view. My cock hurt from the intensity of the erection. I noticed the beats up to the ears. My mother, apparently oblivious to what she was causing, She was still absorbed in the newspaper, without looking at me. For my part, while holding the newspaper with my left I started a cautious movement with my right until I opened a couple of buttons on the fly and take out a few centimeters of the cock. Me I caressed mechanically and began a slow masturbation while my gaze was stuck in that indescribably beautiful part of my body. mother. I realized that now Paquita was also holding the newspaper only with left hand while he had his right under the sheet. Did he caress himself? I couldn't say it, but the possibility of it happening multiplied my excitement. This was beginning to overcome the fear and the movements of my arm became more marked. Any witness observing the scene would have known that that boy was shaking it and that the source of inspiration did not come from the newspaper. My mother continued to be absorbed in the page in front of her. which, by the way, had not happened for too long. A detail of which I was conscious despite the excitement. I decided to go one step further and went down a little the protective newspaper. Now if Paquita looked in my direction and raised a little could the head see what I had in my hand, if I didn't tell it the movement of the arm. The situation was clear so it was me who He moved his head, tilting it slightly to try to see a little further. of my mother's raised thigh. I had to move a little further until get a sense of the part of the panties that covered her pussy. I thought I glimpsed part of the hair that overflowed the fabric white. At that moment my mother turned to her right, turning her back to me. The vision was not so stimulating, but in exchange it made the mechanical part of my activity. It didn't take long for me to feel the immediacy of the orgasm. I tried to contain all the semen possible in the handkerchief, which he had managed to get out time, but I suppose that from the smell to certain noises they transmitted to me muse the nature of the composition he had inspired. I threw a long I sighed, and extraordinarily relaxed I got up and left the room where I had just enjoyed one of the most intense orgasms of my life. All that happened on a Friday, so in the following days I couldn't repeat the visit at nap time due to the presence of my sisters in the home. Actually I could have gone into my parents' room, but I always with the risk of being interrupted in my recreational activities. During that weekend my mother's behavior towards me was normal except for the impression that he was avoiding my gaze. I dedicated those days to reflecting on everything that had happened. My mother was not stupid at all, on the contrary she was a very smart woman and also quite distrustful. Therefore he must have been aware of what was happening. Nor was he someone so weak as not to stop him in time if you didn't want it to happen. Therefore, if he did not say or do anything to prevent it It was because it was pleasant to him, enough to allow events occurred at his side that violated his deepest convictions. But surely all of this was not strong enough (yet!) for me to want go further, because it would not have been difficult for him to hint to me. I was sure that the possibility of physical contact was ruled out. So that of the The point was to take advantage of the situation as much as it allowed, and to dedicate the afternoons of next week to repeat such morbidly delicious moments like those on Friday. No one could say where all this could lead if He continued to watch his naps with his cock in his hand. Monday finally arrived, and at nap time I went to read the newspaper outside. my parents' room. The scene from Friday was repeated, but now when I entered She had already raised her knee. It gave me the feeling that I had just finished it get up, which he had done the moment he heard me knock on the door. Without To say a word I sat down in the chair and took the part of the newspaper that she gave me. had left on the ground. The situation was the same as on Friday. She absorbed in the newspaper, her leg wonderfully exposed, and I with the heart pumping at full power. For a few seconds I did nothing. my mother he moved his leg slightly, alternately picked up and advanced his foot, raising and lowering the knee. I didn't know if he wanted to tell me something, if maybe That meant I wanted to take action. I finally decided to take my dick out. This time he had come with his fly undone, so the operation It turned out to be simple. I began my movements without much concealment. It was obvious where my eyes were directed, and I suppose neither the movements of the arm allowed alternative interpretations, even - he was not sure - with careful attention very expressive light noises could be heard. Neither this time Paquita He turned the pages of the newspaper, nor did he take his eyes off the article that seemed read. His leg sometimes repeated the same movements. Finally he returned to turn with his back to me, but this time the vision was much better than the Friday. Her ass was only partially covered by the fabric of the panties that were had inserted into the slit. The orgasm was immediate. Again the handkerchief It was used to collect the spurts of semen. I had to work hard to get up from my chair and leave a room filled with an unmistakable smell. The next day my excitement was greater than ever. I couldn't wait for nap time will come. For a while I thought about entering early, without knocking, when my mother was undressing, but I understood that it was absurd to provoke that abruptness that was not going to allow me to see anything special either. But I wanted to go a little further. I decided that I would masturbate without covering myself with it. newspaper so she could see it at least out of the corner of her eye. When I entered his room I felt disappointed. there was not raised knee. Except for the head and arms, the entire body was hidden under the sheet I sat down to read the newspaper without really knowing what to do. To the After a few minutes Paquita raised her knee letting the edge of the sheet fell over the crotch. I recovered all the excitement that had been partially evaporated. I picked up the newspaper with my left hand, but without putting it on. ahead, but leaving it on my left, where my eyes would have found it if I would have turned my head, which I didn't do. It was, I guess, an image surreal, someone holding a newspaper to his left, who was not looking. If anything, it would give my mother a view of my body. without hindrance if he decided to look at it. With my right hand I took out my cock and I started to caress myself. Although Paquita had her eyes fixed on the newspaper, it was It was almost impossible for him not to glimpse what his son was doing. My heart was bursting, but the excitement was stronger than the fear. I stopped to take out the handkerchief, but I still didn't place it on the cock. Now was the time when she He should have turned his back on me to make it easier to finish the job, but he didn't. He didn't turn any pages either. That was crazy. I began to feel the delicious chills that announced what that was coming. In the middle of the pleasure I thought "Now. Now the call is going to call me." attention just when I'm cumming, what am I going to say?" And of course I can't no response occurred. I had the necessary lucidity to cover myself with the scarf when the geyser started shooting. Paquita remained unperturbed reading the newspaper, while her wonderful thigh winked at me as she translated into tons of pleasure. On Wednesday I decided to go in with just my underwear and an expressive scarf. in the hand. The heat was a sufficient argument if my mother He was asking about the strangeness of my outfit, but he wasn't going to ask me and since then he didn't ask me. As I walked to the seat she raised her knee as if to welcome me I sat down, but I didn't pick up the newspaper. I contemplated what was before him without concealment. If Paquita asked me I would tell her clearly what It happened to me, that I was crazy with desire for her and that I would do anything because she let me look at her (devour her with my eyes) while I masturbated, but He didn't ask me. I took out my cock without any concealment and started my exercise everyday this time with greater comfort than ever. The situation was scandalous. Suddenly, I looked away from her leg and into her face. I stayed thunderstruck. She had turned her head and was watching me fascinated. We look at each other the eyes She looked back at his cock. I withdrew my hand so that he could look at it in its entirety. splendor. I managed to lift it a couple of times without manual support, something I I thought it was very exciting. She opened her mouth to say something, but remained silent. It was my moment. I whispered. "Help me" as I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't do anything. Then I took his left hand and brought it up to his cock. He did not resist, but remained motionless with his fingers on the throbbing trunk. Little by little he began to move them very gently. The feeling was luxurious. I don't I dared do nothing more for fear of breaking the spell, and having it cease in its ways. petting. Little by little she intensified the pace. So I dared to Caress his arm with your fingertips. She sat up slightly so she could give me the massage with the intensity that the situation required. I told him I was going to cum, but no did nothing. When the cock began to spit, the immense spurts fell on the sheet, the nightgown, the shoulder and the arm. I offered him the handkerchief he had brought, but he didn't let me. He just said: "Leave it. I'll take care of it." I whispered "Thank you" and I left the room in confusion. Neither that night nor the next morning could I observe in the behavior of my mother no strange signs. It didn't even prevent our eyes from meeting. found, and when that happened he could not detect signs of complicity. In some moment I came to think that I had imagined everything that happened during the nap, but I knew that was not the case, and I thought I would find proof that there was no dreamed during Thursday's nap. On the other hand, despite the satisfactory I remember I was tormented by the doubt of whether I should be more daring and advance or whether Any progress would jeopardize what has been achieved. I was almost sure that my Mother wasn't going to be willing to let me put it in her, but I didn't know if she would let me caress her pussy or suck her tits, or even kiss her on the mouth. When I managed to see things with a certain coldness I believed I had reached the limit beyond which Paquita was not going to venture. At some point I thought on the possibility of coercion, the threat of telling my father what happened presenting myself as a victim, as a means of clearing the way to his vagina, the image of whose jelly made my cock drool sickly. But the mere idea of ​​that scoundrel made me despise myself. Furthermore, the pleasure so The intensity that I was feeling in all of that was born precisely from the desire that warned in her. In the end I couldn't come to any clear decision, although I tended to settle for what I had achieved. Thursday morning seemed as endless to me as the days before. Then, during the meal, there was a call from a sister from Paquita who wanted to meet her right after eating. Hearing it made me flip the heart But my mother insisted very firmly that it was bad for her. that moment and managed to meet late in the afternoon. I had the impression of that while he was refusing so vehemently my mother looked at me out of the corner of her eye and He was blushing very lightly. Maybe she was also looking forward to the arrival of the nap. After eating I went to my room and got completely naked. I waited for my sisters to leave. As soon as I heard that my mother had entered his room after leaving the bathroom, I headed there. I waited after door until the noises that indicated she was undressing stopped. In When I heard the springs of the bed I knocked on the door, and after hearing a soft "Come in." I walked naked towards the edge of the bed. Paquita had taken the newspaper, but he hadn't opened it yet. I sat very close to her in silence, without doing anything. gesture of wanting part of the newspaper, but only that his attention be directed towards my budding erection. "Again?" he said, smiling. I nodded my head and I moved slightly towards the headboard. Without looking away from my eyes He extended his hand to gently touch my thigh, and then slid it to caress my balls with the tips of my fingers. The cock started to drool. At that moment I noticed mass of clothes that he had just taken off and that were resting on a chair and I observed something that almost made me jump. On top of the whole pile were some white panties. Paquita was without panties under the sheet and I eloquently invited you to explore new terrain! I slid my hand trembling under the sheet. Paquita smiled again. The touch of her thigh made my cock grew half an inch. She became serious, or so it seemed to me, but Now I was determined. I brought my hand until I found the softness of his hairs. They turned out to be much longer and more abundant than I imagined. Me She grabbed the cock by the trunk, but didn't spread her legs. Forcing a little I managed to reach my hand to the entrance of her vagina, completely soaked. I felt like I was getting dizzy. The cock continued to grow. The glans had acquired a color beyond purple. I thought that something could happen to me, that maybe there was dick heart attacks, and if there were any I must have been on the verge. I didn't really know what do. I managed to insert a finger through the vagina, thus accentuating the delicious feeling. She squeezed me tighter and closed her eyes. I started to move the finger rhythmically, and she followed my rhythm on the cock. Now I doubted again. I didn't know if I should throw the sheet on the floor, lie on top of it. and stick my cock in him, or stay in the field of double handjob. Once again the coward won over me and I mentally postponed the step to the next day. next phase. Furthermore, he was now sure that she would be the one who, as Today, he would tell me. I focused on her pussy. She had opened her eyes and was looking at me with what seemed to me some shyness. He smiled. I told him, "I'm really liking it." "Me too," he answered. I lowered my voice: "We're going to do it a lot, right?" This Once he just smiled. At that moment I swore that tomorrow I would try to fuck her. Not only because of the pleasure he promised me, but because he deserved it. I had to give him all the pleasure he was capable of. Suddenly I felt that the sweetest pleasure that ran through me was not something perverse, sinful, or anything like that, but rather a supernatural manifestation of the most sublime. With that feeling of goodness I began to notice the proximity of the bullfight. "I think it's coming." "Wait a bit," he told me, and without stopping he tried to get a handkerchief from under the pillow with the other hand, but at that moment the explosion occurred and the bangs this time they landed on her neck, chest, and nightgown. At that moment I noticed in the finger that was working her vagina what which had to be a symmetrical orgasm. "Sorry, I couldn't contain myself." "No It matters, Nacho. But now leave me a little, I need to rest." I gave him a kiss. on the cheek, one of the most filial and most expressive kisses he had ever given her. never, I said "Thank you," and left his room. From the door I turned and I saw him blush. At night in my room I was tormented by doubt. Should I show up in the room or not? from my mother? On the one hand, I felt an enormous desire to feel the delight of her fingers, of touching her, of cumming with her, but now in the middle of the unhurried voluptuousness of the night. But on the other hand I had to discard the temptation because of the danger of being discovered, or at least because Paquita I was afraid: the girls were sleeping nearby and might hear something. In the midst of my musings I began to realize that in Bottom line, what stopped me was not the danger of being discovered. The risk was minimum, and the desire was much stronger. What paralyzed me was the fear of face the fulfillment of my promise, the step to action, the attempt to fuck her. But the most surprising thing was that what he feared was not actually Paquita's rejection or that with my daring I endangered such a pleasant situation. What scared me deep down was that she would let me do it to her. put I realized that what made me doubt was the strength of the incest taboo. That's why I was actually trying to raise the pressure in the cauldron of desire so that when the time came to mount my mother, the fears - especially mine! - would fade before the irrepressible energy of that boiler whose pressure gauge advanced every day. Or in any case I didn't want to face that eventuality. In the previous days I had spent the most delicious things in my life, but I didn't know how I would react to my body. mother exposed for him to nail her. Worse still, I didn't know what was going to happen to me. Even after fucking my own mother, what was going to happen to all the love that in the midst of all the sexual adventures he continued to feel for her, perhaps an even greater affection than before. Furthermore, no matter how far away my father was, in The whole matter was dominated by fear of his figure. What we had done was serious, but fucking could be terrible. I decided to wait until the next nap, which unfortunately would be the last one before the weekend and the probable Father's return for Sunday morning. That Friday was presented as the last session before a period surely a long period of abstinence, without the illusion that in recent days I had mastered as nap time approached. Furthermore, despite all the fears, on that day I was going to try to fuck Paquita. I decided to force things from the beginning. I was not going to respect the minutes of waiting until my mother He undressed and got into bed. I waited naked in my room until I heard my mother enter her room. Without hesitation I headed there and opened the door. door without knocking. Paquita was surprised and nervous. He asked me to He waited outside for five minutes while he got into bed. I told him I preferred stay He refused. I insisted. I told him I wouldn't watch while he undressed. No He didn't know why, but he felt that if he got Paquita's acceptance it would be a big deal. definitive step. In the end he told me to turn my back. I turned around the chair from where the adventure had begun a week before and I waited full of anxiety. It was difficult for me not to turn my head as I heard the noises from my mother's clothes. Once again I was tormented by doubt: should I give myself return or was it preferable to be obedient for the moment? Meanwhile, I tried to imagine what was happening behind my back, what article of clothing he took off, how toward. My cock, already very stimulated, was acquiring that purple swollen that had made me think days ago about the possibility of a heart attack. She wanted Paquita to see her. I caressed myself, and without turning my head I turned my head a little. trunk so that she could notice what material she was going to find shortly. At that moment I heard the bed springs. I turned and saw her naked, covering himself with the sheet. I approached holding the tool in my hand. This Once I turned around the bed and went to the right side, that would make it easier. work of both. Without preamble, Paquita grabbed my cock and started shaking it. with more impetus than ever. For my part, I slid my hand under the sheet until find the sticky entrance of her vagina. Better placed this time I put two in fingers, which was received with a start. But he had made a pact with me myself and I couldn't stop myself in the delicious state I was entering. I forced myself to myself to act. With my left hand I began to remove the sheet. I took out the hand from my mother's vagina, who looked at me a little surprised. I smiled at her, and Releasing the pressure of her hand, I leaned over her with my visible intention of lying on top of me. His reaction was immediate. He covered himself with the sheet. Said. "That No! No way! Don't even think about it!" I was stupid enough to answer: "But, Why?" "Because I don't feel like it. Furthermore, it is a terrible and irreparable sin. It's incest. Don't you know?" I regained my sanity. I knew it was useless discuss with her, and explain to her that what we had been doing for a while week was equally incest, unhealthy, sin, etc. and she was enjoying the beauty. "Okay. Okay. But let's go back to where we were." "No HE. Are you going to behave?" "Yes, really. Come on." I took his hand and put it back carry towards the cock. Without much resistance, I got him to wiggle again, while I drilled her vagina again. After a few seconds he was immersed again in the trance, but I realized how greedily Paquita was looking at my cock. I told him again how much I was enjoying it, that he had some fingers wonderful and I wanted to continue doing it many times. He smiled sweetly at me, and he said yes with his eyes. I told him I needed to move the sheet away to see it. He shook his head as he continued with his work. I drove him into the vagina a jerk with his fingers that made him gasp. "It's not fair that you enjoy seeing her and that I can't look at you." He smiled at me again and let me remove the sheet. Now he had before him the unique spectacle of her thighs very white open, legs slightly bent, while a hand drilled through the dense hair, and that hand was the hand of his dear son, who at that moment felt his drooling cock being caressed masterfully by the maternal hand. I felt that within a few days I would be able to stick my cock in that vagina whose delicious walls worked tireless my fingers. It was excessive. In a few seconds that caused me a immediate ejaculation. I warned you. This time she pointed his cock at her small breasts, which were crossed by shiny churrets. I wasn't sure if she had cum so I put my fingers in motion again. Paquita let me do it. despite me Inexperience I realized that fucking her was a matter of time, not much. I noticed her getting hotter and, above all, more uninhibited. However, We had a parenthesis ahead of us, which for an unforeseeable time was going to prevent those beautiful maternal-filial naps. With the left I began to caress my mother's small breasts completely covered with the fruit of their menial tasks. I moved his right arm, now inert, a little to see well the armpit, which I knew was very hairy, and which was another of the points of his body that fascinated me. The sight of the thick mop of hair made me cringe. strange lustful association. I leaned towards his armpit and kissed him, despite his slight endurance. I noticed an acrid taste that failed to curb my excitement. Since that At that point I busily headed towards her tits, which I slurped passionately. In that moment I began to notice the squeeze of his cum, which made me recover a notable erection, and the illusion of trying to ride it again, until such time point I noticed it delivered. When I was going to lie down next to him the phone rang. I internally cursed Graham Bell. It was my aunt, who wanted to go shopping with my mother. The nap was over. The perspective of the two days of the weekend without a nap and the now safe one arrival of my father the same Sunday I decided to try my luck that Friday night. I would go to my mother's room to give myself one last binge, and try to complete what had been interrupted that afternoon. There was I also noticed some signs that seemed to invite me to the nocturnal adventure. No just certain looks and a careless caress of my hair while we ate dinner. Later, when we were watching television after dinner, I I sat in the armchair in front of the sofa where my mother was. In a way hidden, except for Paquita, she had been directing inflamed glances at her legs. For her part, she had let her skirt slide down a little. above, showing a generous portion of the whiteness of her thighs. In some moment he opened his legs liberally to facilitate my interior vision, without that my sisters warned. So much encouragement was not necessary. He had his son hot as a dog in heat, and given the situation, he was determined to trying to spend part of the night in his mother's arms; if possible, between her thighs, which he noticed were becoming more and more open for him. But wait until I'm sure my sisters sleeping was unbearable to me, especially since it was only up to me to finish it whenever you want. Perhaps it was the most difficult time of that entire adventure. Toward At half past one I decided that the time had come. I managed to walk down the hallway to his room with the silent perfection of a Sioux. It took me forever seconds to turn the door opener, and then I pushed it millimeter by inch. millimeter. Although I did not manage to complete the operation with all the silence what I intended, the result was satisfactory. Finally, I repeated the process to the reverse until I close the door behind me. I heard then the whisper of my mother. "Lock it." I smiled, as I obeyed his order. My mother had me expected wake up. From her voice she seemed a little nervous, perhaps with more desire than myself. I realized that what happened a few hours ago had been a thoughtful series of provocations to secure this visit. Without preamble I lifted the sheet and lay down next to him. She She was wearing her nightgown. I didn't really know what my strategy should be. I started to caress her and discovered with a daze that she wasn't wearing panties. While I passed and ran my finger over her vulva, I began to move my body closer in search of the hug. "There's one thing we're not going to do. You know," he told me. While He nodded, my cock was already a few centimeters from his pubis. "Okay," I replied. "No. You have to promise me that you're not going to try it. It's incest, Nacho. It's very serious. It is irreparable. We can't do it." "If you want, we sign the promise with a kiss." My cynicism ascended several notches at that moment. "Well, give me a kiss." Our mouths met for the first time. She kept it closed, while I tried to insert my tongue into it. He resisted tenaciously. Me I separated a little. "We can't sign a promise like that. If it's a kiss it's a kiss." With my left hand I caressed the softness of her ass, and I began to bring his body closer to mine. The cock came into contact with her belly, already Just a few centimeters from the entrance to her vagina. The contact acted on his fears like the flame on wax. I tried to kiss her again. This time she He left his mouth ajar. I didn't try to put my tongue in. We stay like this with our mouths united open. Meanwhile, he squeezed and moved his cock against her belly. Since his ass my hand was trying to reach the entrance to the vagina. Paquita opened a little His mouth tightened and he let him insert an inch of his tongue. That was the hole on the wall through which the invading army was going to penetrate. One tends to underestimate the sexual excitement that a kiss can produce, and sometimes -as on that occasion- its effect is almost as powerful as an orgasm. my mother He began to suck my tongue with all his soul, and I put the strength of all my desire. But I didn't lose my head, I had managed to get the tip of the cock to her vulva, and I drew irregular lines there with my drooling cocoon. Paquita had lost her mind, she let me become almost unconscious. I can swear that it was not at all deliberate, although no court would absolve, I suppose, but suddenly my cock entered her vagina in the most natural and unforeseen that can be imagined. When we were both aware of what had happened, Paquita already had two thirds of my instrument inside, which is certainly not the usual monster of length in a story pornographic, but it is considerable. The pleasure was irresistible. HE He broke away from the kiss. "But what are you doing? It can't be. It can't be. This is terrible." But aside from his verbal protests his body did not resist. If he was feeling only half the pleasure that I experienced there was no chance of it being interrupted by his will. I didn't answer, but instead I finished putting my cock in her until my pubes felt the caress of his, but with a significant piece of my anatomy already inside her belly. "It can't be. Take her out, Nacho, please. What are you going to do?" think of me?" I remained still, breathing hard, while hugging my mother, and tried to kiss her mouth. She moved her head away, but not her pussy, which was still drilled by my instrument, which had reached a size and hardness monstrous "You had promised me... Go on, take her out." For a moment, I thought about obey her just for the pleasure of seeing her reaction, but pleasure prevented me from doing so. I was fucking my mother!!! The most foolish dream of happiness I could conceive, which for weeks had obsessed me to absurd extremes. With just a handful of movements I was going to cum and flood her womb. with the seed born from itself. It would have taken a force of will inhuman to give up at that moment the delicious embrace of her vagina. It took some of that willpower to stay calm and not burst into a rage. kind of epilepsy. I started to move. First very gently. Paquita She opened her thighs a little more. "No. It can't be." He repeated, but now he spoke more with herself than with me. We both knew that this was irreversible, and It would only end in the best possible way. Below, the orgasm was preparing our lives. I continued moving gently, and managed to spin our bodies until my mother was lying on her back, with me on top. I felt the intensity of the bittersweet smell of his armpits, which managed to excite me even more. I started pumping the cock at an increasing pace. Now the balls They splashed against her ass. I noticed the beginning of my mother's orgasm. Paquita hugged me with legs and with his arms, letting himself be dominated by pleasure without offering endurance. I covered her mouth with a kiss. Now she feared that it was she who I would wake up my sisters. I stopped. I sat up a little and looked at her. "What are you going What to think about me now?" "You're wonderful. I love you more than ever. Wanna fuck you many, many times, and do everything with you." I resumed my thrusts. I noticed that I didn't have much left before I started spitting semen at full pressure. "I have very little left." She was getting carried away, again. "It's great," said. I kissed her again with my whole mouth, and accelerated the pace of my movements noticing the delicious force of the orgasm throughout the body. Paquita was cumming again with me, who was braying softly, on the edge of the fainting. When the waves of pleasure faded I realized that in that moment moment my life had changed, that nothing would ever be the same, that at that moment something new was starting. I kissed her again. I got out of her, and lay down next to her. TO The few seconds he was fast asleep. When I woke up it took me a couple of seconds to realize that I was in bed. my mother, and that she was lying next to me. I sat up slightly to check the time. on the alarm clock on the bedside. Four fifteen. He had more than two hours to put some of my fantasies into practice. The movement should have woke up Paquita. I lightly caressed her arm. "Nacho, wait. We have to talk." It wasn't exactly what I wanted most at that moment, but I knew I would have to listen to the sermon that was coming. I waited in silence. "I need to explain some things to you. It is necessary that you understand me." He paused. It was difficult for him Find a way to tell me what you wanted. "You know, your father and I...? Well, The fact is that your father and I haven't done anything in a long time... You know." "You mean there's no sex between you?" "That is." I felt a mixture of stupefaction and relief. In reality, that revelation was not entirely unexpected. From the moment all this had started I knew that my mother was driven by some lack. Paquita was not a nymphomaniac, nor was I. I was stupid enough to think that my pretty face had upset a fifty year old woman. I had not formulated it, but the only possible explanation was the one he had just heard from his lips. "For me it has been very difficult. That's why it happened. Plus I was afraid it would happen outside. Even if it seems to you lie I have been through dangerous situations." Now I had managed to surprise me "They have made advances to me." "But who?", I couldn't help ask. "The thing is, I didn't want it to happen. One of them was Uncle Federico" Holy shit! The husband of my annoying aunt Fuencisla, that being distant and unpleasant had tried to benefit my mother. The cock had stretched like a spring. I needed to know details of that story, but that had to wait. Paquita continued with her explanation. "I was very scared because something could happen to him. I felt weak because your father didn't make me case. Then I started to notice how you looked at me like that too. That was different. I thought I could handle it. You are my son. I felt excited, I liked that you will look It was different, and also here at home. Without dangers. Never I thought I could go this far. At first I had excluded any contact, and you see. Now I'm very worried. I'm afraid that our relationship he resents. I think we should leave it." "Please don't be absurd. Tea I still love the same. No. Much more than I loved you before, as a mother. From A few days ago I had the feeling of being closer to you than ever. That's all. With you I have felt the greatest happiness. It's the secret, the one that only you know me too. Know that by receiving pleasure from you I give it to you too. It's being able to tell you what I feel All. You don't have to worry about my darling." I felt how my Words, whispered more than said, penetrated her through all her pores. I started to caress his arm, then his chest. Maybe the time had come Tell you my side of the story. "I've been attracted to you for a long time. "I don't know whether to tell you something that makes me a little ashamed." "Tell me, Nacho." "You see. Sometimes I looked through the lock of the bathroom. bathroom when you were in." "Yes?" "Yes. I was obsessed. I masturbated then remembering what I had seen." "Man, I had noticed how you looked at me times, but I didn't think you were such a scoundrel." He laughed. Now he had taken hand towards her thigh. "Sorry, but I really wanted to. Until the day I didn't think that you put the ointment on me... Well, you know. Since that day I have only Thought of you, all the others didn't matter to me. And what has happened, well, I loves. There have been times when I was also afraid that this would happen, but now I'm over it. I'm delighted. I had a wonderful time, and I plan to continue passing it." I laughed silently. As I held my hand to her pussy, completely soaked. It was Paquita's turn to reveal things. Me She said that the previous Friday she was aware that she was turning me on. He raised his leg casually, but sensing my reaction he kept it. HE He realized that he was touching me, and became very excited by the whole process. He turned around so that I could complete my purpose more comfortably. That nap gave him more sexual well-being than anything he had experienced in the past. the last two or three years, including harassment from his brother-in-law, but Unfortunately it left him wanting more. The following Monday he waited eagerly my appearance. Then the matter got out of hand. In reality, she planned to continue acting clueless, pretending that he did not know anything about what was happening next to him, but without ceasing to enjoy it, just as he had done the first day. Everything went wrong the afternoon I showed up in my underwear and didn't cover myself with the newspaper. "It was automatic. I looked and I couldn't look away anymore. And when you asked me for help and came closer I couldn't resist me I didn't think. It was all reflection. Then I couldn't stop it." Between the story and the work of my fingers was about to cum. I didn't know if mount it or wait. I chose to add verbal fuel to the fire: "It has also been a lot better than I had expected, since the handjobs I did there in the chair even the dust we threw before. Did you know that it was the first time fucked?" Paquita started an oceanic rush. When he began to recover I continued: "The bad thing is that now it is going to be very difficult for us." It's hard to do these things with dad around. The only certain thing is that you have to take all precautions. That someone found out is what's really bad." "Sure. But don't worry, your father has a lot of trips this year." "Throughout case, I will always be ready for you. Every time there is a opportunity and if you feel like it, I'm going to give it to you." He sat up and we gave each other a deep kiss Paquita was not only very horny, she was excited. He told me: "I am all yours. I want you to do with me everything you "Whatever you want to do." "Well, I have some really bad ideas." "Whatever you want. For me it It is important now to know that I give you pleasure." "Thank you. One question, how Do you want me to call you here, 'Mom' or 'Paquita'?" "I like it both ways. It whatever you feel like at all times." "Now we are going to fuck a little, but for him I have plans for the future. I want you to suck me, and I want to suck your pussy, and I want give you up the ass. That makes me very excited. I also want to pee each other. I don't know, all that stuff." I caressed her. She was even more excited. "Get on your back, I want to put it in from behind." He laughed silently and turned around. I turned on the bedside light. For nothing in the world I wanted miss the show that was coming now. My mother naked on all fours, offering her vagina to her son, who she knew also owned her ass. Me I sat up and kneaded her tits from behind. I took the erection in the right and I tried to direct it towards its hole. I had a hard time adjusting it but it finally slid off with the noise of an obscene splash. Paquita moaned. "Do you like it?" "A lot." "Me also mom. So Uncle Federico wanted to do this to you?" He laughed again. He nodded with a grunt. "But I didn't let myself." "And did you like that I made you dirty propositions?" "Yes. I felt very bad because your father no longer made me case. A woman needs to know that she still attracts men. I didn't accept, but I let him advance a little..." "Has it been a long time ago?" "The first time was ago. a lot, but lately he had returned to the fray." "Don't keep telling me about it." I'm going to run, and I have to put my semen in you and that of Uncle Federico that you have left without it." "Well, go away, you fool." "Don't tell me twice," I said, while he accelerated the cleanses, aware that there was no remedy and the I was going to fill it with semen again. To top off the mess, Paquita began to cum with beastly force. 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