VACATIONS WITH MY SON 3rd AND LAST Part I woke up to a radiant sun coming through the window of the house. room and I en

VACATIONS WITH MY SON 3rd AND LAST Part I woke up to a radiant sun coming through the window of the house. room and I enjoyed the little space that my son left me in the bed and that It occupied almost completely. I don't know how I slept that night; without a doubt, the tiredness from the trip and the intense and completely gratifying experience that my son provided, they allowed my body to rest completely relaxed approximately 5 and a half hours, since it was 0930h. when I had the strength to raise my arm and look at my watch. We had arranged to meet with my son's girlfriend and his uncles at approximately 1045h., since they went to mass at 1100h. and The pilgrimage would be held later, so we had just enough time to get ready a little and have breakfast. Plus, I was looking forward to going out street to see if I could buy some clothes and avoid the explanations that without I doubt that family would ask me when they found out about the robbery. I got up early and I took a shower, hoping to find some solution to the clothing problem we were facing. had been stolen, so I got dressed and woke up my son telling him that I went out to see if he could fix this matter and take a shower. I raised the convenience to hurry, since it was a little late and to wait a while while I returned. I asked the landlady of the pension if it was possible to buy some clothes today, even though it was a holiday, and I was relieved when he informed me that today, Friday, there was a market and we could buy some clothes, although nothing brand, of course. It was enough and I soon returned with enough clothes to get through these days with sufficient discretion. I took the opportunity to buy underwear sexiest male and female that I saw in the market stalls, because I have never I had dared to do that, especially because of the very conservative ideas of my deceased husband. I showed my son what I had acquired and he smiled with some mischief. initiative. We got ready with new clothes and went out to look for my girlfriend. son and his family. We agreed to omit the robbery and dispense with explain such a compromising situation. We would explain what happened with the car window as an event that it would have occurred at night and that it had no major consequences. The rest of the day, without incident, with family and my son committed that I would accompany them throughout the day, to the displeasure of my daughter-in-law, or It seemed like it to me. Only after lunch, at home, they left for a while the couple to visit a traveling exhibition on "The History of Man" that had been installed for these holidays. I was resting at his uncles' house, by the way lovely people and I was even able to sleep for a while on the sofa while We were watching a heavy movie from the 40s. When the couple returned they suggested we go out again and We spent the day in tireless walks through the fair, until we were somewhat tired. uncles, who were already older, we decided to get together. My son's girlfriend proposed to him go to the dance in the main square, where a fashionable musical group came to play, but my son, to the clear anger of his girlfriend, rejected the offer, claiming that He didn't want to leave his mother alone, even though I also insisted that he not. It was necessary for him to come home so soon, since it was only 2300h. No He wanted to accept and we both returned to the guesthouse. None of us ever considered again the convenience of change pensions, because I think we were both satisfied with what we we had, especially from the experience of the previous day. Once in the room, my son rushed to shower and He immediately returned completely naked and, of course, with his enormous penis in erection. I told him to put on underwear, since we already had enough for spend these days, but he told me that he felt very comfortable like this and that he no longer cared He had no qualms about showing himself to his mother in his entirety. He asked me to take a shower too and he offered to give me the soap himself from behind. your body spectacular, he avoided all doubt and with a knowing smile, I accepted his offer. I had also lost my shame and soon undressed to address to the cold shower with my son, who smiled with lust reflected in his eyes, a look that scrutinized my entire body and that I knew so well from its father, whom, I must admit, reminded me more every day and especially now, that he had had the opportunity to know him in his almost fullness as a man. Once under the water, my son took advantage of the opportunity to play my whole body, not just my back, soaping myself everywhere, especially the ones everyone is imagining. He also soaped himself completely again asking me to do it myself. It's not difficult imagine that he wanted a special soaping on his penis and testicles, something that I was eager to do it, even though I reproached him for his audacity and impudence. We both touched our entire bodies, simulating completely unnecessary hygiene. already, but the situation was tremendously rewarding and relaxing. My son, very Daring, I turned around and took the opportunity to bring his penis closer to my butt, something that I avoided by showing a fictitious modesty that he assumed as part of the erotic game He insisted again while he grabbed me from behind and touched my breasts with both hands or I would lower one of them to feel my clitoris, knowing which excited me tremendously; I showed more and more weakness and I indulged him. further. Now he not only brought his penis closer to my butt, the soap made it easier a gentle partial penetration that I stopped when I began to feel his penis penetrating inside me. He was very excited and I knew it and consented to it, something that perhaps I should not have allowed, but I was as eager for pleasure as he was. Lately I had begun to think that it would be difficult find a man to replace my husband and avoid my old age in solitude, for the years passed by me inexorably and, although I was still a young woman and attractive, men my age or older were just looking to have a good time with me, having happened on several occasions that they pretended to be separated or single to be able to have access to my person. That had disappointed me. deeply. Therefore, this experience with my son was doubly important for me. desired: by my own carnal desire and by the disappointment that caused me to think that I could never enjoy a stable and affectionate partner. with my son He had both things covered, at least for the moment. As I said before, my son was taking more and more confidence, but I was still clear that she did not want to be penetrated by me own son, something that was difficult for me to assimilate from my ethical and despite the path he had already taken with him. So in a fight of my son for full access to my body and my stoic resistance to prevent it, We spent a long time in the shower, until, as seemed inevitable, my son He ejaculated intensely again while I facilitated penetration incomplete in my butt, something as exciting for him as for me, before my surprise and while he squeezed me in an intense hug. I made it easier for him rubbing against my soapy body and equally enjoying the moment. Certainly it was every minute that passed, more difficult for me to maintain my determination, because as we advanced in intimacy, they began to fall barriers in the initial objections to this incestuous relationship. I have noted in my diary that that day, taking advantage of the We were passing by a pharmacy on duty, I pretended to go in to buy some aspirin and What I really took with me was a box of condoms, something that, I confess, I blushed quite a bit, although common sense prevailed over blushing and caution made me heed the call of reason in case circumstances turned uncontrollable. As I said, after the shower my son fell exhausted on the narrow bed and I, after putting on some underwear I bought in the morning, tremendously sexy and composed of a black panty-thong, rather transparent, some equally black stockings attached to a garter belt and a bra more typical of cabaret girls than from a mother my age, I approached my son, who He transformed his gaze of affection from a son towards his mother into those of a lover. lustful man who announces to his partner his willingness to possess her surely what I expected. However, with a firm decision on my part, I forced him to lie face down and I began to massage his back, arms and legs that kept him inactive for about ten minutes, during which I took advantage to enjoy the touch of that strong and young body, and then place myself on my son's butt, astride, with a clear provocative intention and I continued a few more minutes with my massage. As expected, he was already feeling the call of the desire typical of his age and insisted that I turn on my back, asking me to I continued in the same position, now giving him the massage on his torso and legs. arms. I confess that I was looking forward to it, but I let him take the lead. initiative. From this new position, his erect penis was placed on my crotch, right at the entrance of my vagina covered only by panties whose dimensions and fine texture made the contact of our sexes. I, simulating some movements typical of the massage I was giving, actually promoted that pre-coital rubbing that was so stimulating for both. I noticed my excitement increasing at times and I doubted whether I could control it. the situation if we continued with this erotic game. At that moment my son proposed be the one to give me the massage now, I accepting immediately, because my movements were already beginning to be somewhat uncontrolled due to the degree of excitement that he enjoyed. Now I was the one who placed face down on the bed and my son He mounted at the height of my butt, which he began to discover by removing the garter belt, panties and stockings, to finish with the bra. He didn't even say anything nor did I have the need to indicate to him what my disposition was at his disposal. initiative, since we both accepted it; already naked like my son and he about giving me a nice massage on my back, we continued that session that It made us relive the moments of pleasure we experienced as a couple with my husband. My son He placed it without any modesty in the position that was most comfortable for him so that his penis was in contact with my butt and... sometimes even if I didn't prevented, he leaned back slightly to guide his penis between my legs. I admit, I raised my butt slightly to favor these more comfortable positions and, of course, to also enjoy the eroticism of moment. After a few minutes with this game, I was the one who wanted to turn around face up, because I also wanted to participate with my hands touching the body of my son, which left me in a position of almost surrender and defenselessness that I hoped my son would know how to take advantage of it, although I didn't know very well how I would want same that this benefit was produced. In any case, it was evident that the moment approached and I would no longer be the one to resist, since the point to which We had arrived, there was no return. My son, when he felt the heat of my sex under his testicles, in direct contact and I saw that his eyes were fixed on that area, I understood that the time had come to use the condoms that had acquired for such a situation that same day. I tried to control his passion asking him for a little calm and to give me the promised massage, getting prolong that exciting moment for a little while longer while my son touched my hands. breasts and sucked on them, as well as my neck and scalp. I hugged him when he sat up on top of me and I felt his hard cock pressing against me belly and knocking at the door of my temple. When I myself understood that no I couldn't last longer, I asked him for a minute's break to get the condoms, one of which I placed to his great surprise that, with a grimace contracted and tense that was intended to be a smile of gratitude knowing what What that meant, he kissed me for the first time on my lips that picked up that kiss with all the love that a mother is capable of. I laid him face up on the bed and I climbed on top of him, guiding his penis directly into my vagina that had been anxiously waiting for this for so long moment. I looked at my son's face who, with his eyes closed, He was ready to enjoy to the point of ecstasy what his mother wanted to do to him and I, with the same disposition, I opened my eyes wide so as not to spoil anything or get lost any detail of what was seeming like a dream to me. As I say, I placed his penis at the entrance to my vagina which I found was dripping a viscous discharge and burning that fell on my son's body and, little by little, I introduced that hurting saber inside me, slowly enough to go feeling how every millimeter of it rubbed my internal walls until I reached to hit rock bottom, until my body was completely seated on top of my son and his whole cock was inside me. Thus, despite the movements hip convulsions that my son could not control, I kept about two or three minutes of stillness enjoying the sensation of feeling my body again filled with another person along with the intense pleasure he felt was joined by that sensation to enjoy life to the fullest again, although I was not sure of the consequences of this relationship that was now beginning with my son that, for me, concern, he had a girlfriend with whom he really seemed quite close. Little by little and leaning on my son's chest I began to move up and down slowly, as if trying to feel that penetration as many times as possible. Although I almost like it fully pull out the penis in each movement, my son barely allowed me controlled or synchronized our attacks, but it was normal given his inexperience, so that in a few minutes of this frenetic activity, I decided to give him more prominence and asked him to do it to me the traditional way, that is, me below and my son on top of me, something he accepted immediately and in a moment. second we were back in that throw-and-go activity that I still remembered from my husband, who rarely accepted any other position than this. My son, for him On the contrary, until now he had been willing to accept my suggestions, so I was enjoying it with greater intensity. From his increasingly faster and more violent thrusts I assumed that I was on the verge of orgasm and, although I was enjoying it like never before, I wanted prolong this first meeting even longer, so I asked him to let a moment what I was doing and gave me a few minutes of oral sex, all time that I would be left without enjoying an orgasm if he continued as before. I think he agreed not very willingly, immediately feeling his tongue again. run through my lit clitoris like the fuse of a bomb about to explode. This helped my son retain his orgasm for a few more minutes and so that I could put myself at his level in the degree of pleasure achieved. I soon went I was the one who felt like a sudden torrent an inner ardor and a fiery that I took my son's head and pressed it tightly against my sex, which He tried hard to make me enjoy it to the maximum, until, not being able to take it anymore, I asked him to penetrate me again with his penis, which was also about to burst out and making a feline jump on me, he stuck his entire cock in me in a second, I felt, when I had 4 or 6 thrusts, like the most intense and exciting part of my life invaded my entire being, especially when I realized that my son was feeling at the same moment exactly what I was feeling, because his squeezes made me feel the end of his cock in the deepest part of my being, I even thought I felt my sex being flooded with an intense jet of semen, which were undoubtedly my own vaginal discharges. He was panting uncontrollably and I even noticed how he was drooling all over me. neck. My nails dug into his butt, which, fleeing from the pain, could not but to push deeper, causing greater pleasure in both, or at least in myself. With movements decreasing in strength and speed, we enjoy the last spasms of the jointly felt orgasm despite how difficult this fortuitous coincidence is, at least in my experience former; Of course, on this occasion I myself had organized and controlled the situation and I think rightly so. When after a time of mutual relaxation, my son on me and his penis still embedded in my vagina, and throbbing with pleasure just like my insides, which was stimulated with a special hypersensitivity when my son's penis It was rubbing against her inner walls in her withdrawal and loss of erection, although, as I say, he still felt the throbs of pleasure in his battered member after the battle. Since his weight was beginning to suffocate me, I asked him to leave. get up and let me breathe, which he did immediately and I was able to understand in that moment moment why I had felt my son's semen invade my vagina, since it He had removed the condom that I had put on him!! The truth is that that made me very angry and created additional worry in me, since I was in some very bad dates. He apologized and told me that he had taken it away when he I asked him to perform oral sex on me, because in addition to the fact that it hurt him, I didn't have the sensitivity that he wanted, but fundamentally what he wanted was Enjoy that first time in a completely natural way. The truth is that that ruined the moment for me and a thousand ideas ran through my head, starting with abortion. Anyway, this was our first full experience, a prelude of the next two days in that pension, where during the day we went out with my son's girlfriend and her family and at night, during long sessions of sex, we enjoyed each other without respite. As an idea of the intensity of our sexual activity, just add that I had to acquire, in addition to what I already I had purchased another box of condoms of 12 units to be able to attend our needs of those two days or rather, of those two nights, according to It also appears in my diary. There was no fruit from that first meeting and following, thanks to my son's greater discipline, logically neither. Since then we continue, as expected, without so much intensity, with our sexual relationship full and satisfactory until the marriage of my son, which even today occasionally provides me with some good time of pleasure and satisfies my increasingly meager needs. Author's note: I would like to know your opinion about the story, in order to consider the possibility of telling them some of the most notable experiences enjoyed after this beginning of our incestuous relationship and that, As I say, even today, I still have the opportunity for my son to provide me some time of pleasure when circumstances allow it. Some of these experiences are especially interesting, like what happened this last summer a month and a half ago approximately - on our vacation, to which I was invited by my son and that we were almost surprised by my daughter-in-law in a nap that turned out tremendously lustful.