Hello, my name is Agnes. I will introduce myself to everyone. I'm 37 years, divorced for 12 years, with two children Rub

Hello, my name is Agnes. I will introduce myself to everyone. I'm 37 years, divorced for 12 years, with two children Rubén, 17, and Josefa, 14. I am a beautician and I live in Santiago de Chile. My contest here today is due to a act of rebellion against my current life, an attempt not to leave in a painful I forget, part of my past, which, although not distant, I notice how it fades day after day day... And although my life today is in the eyes of others, much more resolved, since my beauty salon seems to be doing quite well, I can't less feel nostalgic, for those other times when I was a simple employee beautician at a high-end salon in my city, always concerned about the economic aspect. Troubled times, where, however, I had the most love incredible that anyone could have. During that time, he was my safety valve. escape, the source of energy that allowed me to continue in the fight. Half so much..., but I am left with that fortitude that allowed me to be brave and believe in my, thanks to which, today I have a successful business, and I keep those days, weeks, months in which my mind always had something extraordinary in which think, an intimate richness without parallel, that made me feel immensely full every minute of my life. The culprit, his name is Esteban, is two years younger than me and It's Spanish. I met him online in one of those chat rooms that populate a few days. after buying my P.C. I admit it, my interest in the internet has always been that of making friends, that of feeling more accompanied, although for the rest of the People, I would justify it as an investment made for the training of my children. He He was like me, recently incorporated into the cyber world, and our meeting was fortuitous. His language, his enthusiasm, I adored him. We called each other by phone, voice...was manly and irresistibly seductive. About me, he told me what he thought the same thing, so it didn't take long for us to look for each other and become intimate. The first time he made love to me, on the net... well, maybe you think that I'm crazy, but, he made me cum twice. I, with a dormant sexuality, believing myself to be colder than anything else, without more than two or three contacts with men since my divorce and without remembering any of them, well, I let myself be carried away by that man It was seeing him appear in the chat and it made me wet. Finally, to summarize, I will say that over time we talked about everything, I enjoyed the most varied talks, and in the sexual matter, we also did it with those most incredible fantasies that they could imagine. We made plans to live them in the future, and well you know God, in those moments I would have given everything, everything!, to make them reality. It was my dream: to live with the man of my life, with the intensity and way that he would like to give me. So many plans, such firmness to carry them out, that after a year And half after meeting him, he came to visit me. By then he was not a person, he was pure lust surrounded by skin. Just like him. We have more than proven it, in the 12 days he was here. We made love 3 or 4 times a day. I couldn't think about something else, when we weren't doing it. He was my owner, and only I thought of crazy things to say to him, to excite him. To give you an idea, provoked jokes between him and a divorced neighbor of mine, between him and the daughters of This one, between him and my daughter. I let him photograph me in the most positions and shots games that could be adopted. And I even handled my dog in front of him, he I ran my tongue over his penis, and let myself ride him. This did not work, but the Esteban's face of pleasure, his enjoyment, made my voluptuousness rise. triggered, and that my orgasms at that time were the most intense they could be. imagine. The last day he bought me a webcam that he left me as a gift, the promise to return, or make me go to Spain, and a sadness that cost me 2 days of pure crying. Just the time it took me to find him again Internet. We both oozed love from every pore, and after a few days, His character seemed the same, I definitively removed the ghosts of a possible estrangement, a consequence of having given ourselves everything. What's up! There was still a lot left for giving us The webcam enhanced this possibility. By then, the Chilean spring was giving way to summer. Soon my children, who were 16 and 13 years old respectively, would finish the school year. Josefa finished her primary school and was the first to go south with the students of his class. My son Ruben and I were left alone for eight days, which from the first, and then without "competition", I would sleep in my bed next to me. The children were used to sleeping with me for seasons, especially in summer, and certainly, the fact of monopolizing each night, had cost quite a few brawls between them. That Josefa was not there, It made Ruben happy. He hugged me every time, kissed me, scolded me if I turned on the webcam at night to talk to my Esteban when he was wearing that nightgown transparent that I use to sleep. Hahaha, I was jealous as a kid. Some nights, Even though he went to bed before me, he always waited up for me to hug me I caressed him and kissed him, and we fell asleep like that. This situation was logically known to Esteban, whose lubricity clothed it with a morbid situation between mother and son. He had already seen on webcam that my son and I were walking around in little more than underwear home, and sometimes, exclusively in that nothing more. Your cutting questions "When does Ruben hug you, where does he place his hands?" "When are you in bed, right?" Do you mind touching each other?" "When you get up in the morning, you look at his penis erect?", etc..., I initially took them as a cyber game, but as he always fooled me, because his ability to do them, the context in which I did them, and the ascendant that I had on me not only unleashed my lubricity with the sexual scenes and possibilities with my son, which he told me, but He immersed himself in the real desire to carry them out. As usual. So every night, When I went to bed full of joy and humidity, I went with the desire to be daring, to do everything that we had so clearly planned online, Rubén and I. AND Yes, I did something but, my maternal feeling and the naivety of Rubén asleep, They gradually killed that desire and in the end I chose to fall asleep thinking that It might be easier the next day. Esteban got a little angry when the next day he I recognized the truth: that I had not been able to, but well, we continued chatting and Each night we ended like the previous one, either in orgasm or in supine excitement. Esteban did not give up in his efforts, in his determined and dominating character. Me I imagined that all Spaniards were like that, and I was glad that they had given us colonized. Even that in other times they would have enslaved us. how many times I alienated myself from reality, daydreaming that he was my Spanish master in a sheath in a silver breastplate, and I his indigenous Chilean slave. Because yes, I have visible indigenous ancestry. Mapuche, to be specific. Well, the day came when my daughter returned, and life regained a little more normality. The issue of Rubén took a backseat then, although To be more exact, the main cause was the fantasies devised by Esteban about my daughter and the neighboring family. Some information, so that readers know The background on this: Once upon a time, Esteban and I had had an erotic conversation. when I had my neighbor next to me. She, Paula, the separated one, without dealings with men for months as well, I was delighted that we showed enough trust in her to let her witness some of "our conversations." He had told me many times how hot Esteban put it on, and the delicious masturbations he had when he reached home after being in the P.C. of mine. Besides, Esteban met her during his visit. to Santiago, and after the initial embarrassment, his jokes were very exciting, even though they didn't amount to anything serious. Always, but especially since Esteban entered "our lives", Paula and I were very close. Your family, and mine They were very close, and we both loved each other's children, almost like we loved each other. ours. We all helped each other as much as we could. Paula had four daughters. The second and third were of the ages of Ruben and Josefa. But they were the third, Carolina friend inseparable from Josefa, and the little one, Daniela, then 10 years, the ones that were always in my house. Apart from the fact that Paula needed I was left to take care of the little ones while I worked, it's just that both They seemed to be better at my house playing with Josefa. I adored them, and Even the little one told me she loved me more than her mother. Baby things. Well, of course I didn't stop to take care of whether the girls appeared on the webcam, or not. Esteban was from the "family", and They, Josefa, Carolina or Daniela, not only showed themselves when and how they wanted But sometimes it even bothered me that they didn't leave me alone with him. Particularly little Daniela, who was fascinated by the p.c. and chat with Esteban. The three of us were having fun when Daniela, very precocious for her age, She claimed to be Esteban's "girlfriend", and gave him kisses on camera. And if, Esteban and I imagined with her. So much so that... once when wrapped in I took a towel out of the tub where I had bathed her, sat her on my legs and in the course of the talk with Esteban, and duly stimulated the three of us, I left her naked in front of the lens and made her position herself in which Esteban could see the whole thing. We were alone, Esteban masturbated, and through the microphone he was telling us what to do. Daniela, very excited, was looking for me her mouth, and she let me touch her. It would take a long time to reproduce what we were talking about that led us to ecstasy, alienation, and the exacerbation of sexuality, I will only say, What was that day, was the beginning of a qualitative leap in sexuality that engulfed my house, sexuality, which skyrocketed, while Ruben, remained away, 15 days in a camp on the coast with the scouts, towards the middle of January. The fear that everything would become known, which in the cold paralyzed me, It disappeared when Esteban wrapped me. Then he encouraged Daniela, and He enjoyed his sexual precocity. She was a little girl, adorable, and wildly hot. She was wet almost like an older girl, and what she liked most was kissing, and move my fingers or my tongue over her clitoris. When he told me no I had more desire, it made me stop, but not even 15 minutes had passed when again he returned to the charge. I came many times with her, well when she rubbed against me on me, or when he put his entire fist into my vagina and moved it like of a living dildo. I told her "this is how my life goes, this is how it goes..." and she obeyed. knowing that he was giving me the same pleasure that I was giving him to her when "the taste" came, as she called it. Esteban, he saw me sometimes with Daniela. According to him, the most spectacular time: when in front of the pc and webcam, she sat on my shoulder, her little legs open and her feet on the PC table, leaving his child's sex less than a meter from the target from the webcam, and she telling me: "Aunt Agnes, put your finger in me like I do" "Yes, honey? Do you want your aunt to put her finger in you and your Spanish boyfriend to see it?" "Yessss," she replied, "he really likes seeing me." Of course you I liked it. And to me. Stephen made me sin in this way, but it was not his fault. I liked it as much as he did or more. The only thing I always refused was include Josefa in our games, and more than out of respect, out of fear. It was what Old enough and conscious enough for the attempt to be very dangerous. Besides Josefa had a somewhat sullen character. So I didn't hint at anything, despite the Esteban's interest, and he did nothing outside his will. My beloved only She settled for seeing her with more or less clothes when she wanted, and with my narrations about his naked physique and his sex, which logically I knew. Further I saw the game as feasible for Rubén because of his character and attachment to me. And before his imminent return from the camps, we decided to see what could be done. It seems like it was destiny, but Rubén arrived home with an extreme need for his mother. His kisses, his smiles, his endless and Heartfelt hugs confirmed how much he had missed me. And I to him, the truth. That night he slept in my bed. Very close. In front of each other, while we spoke in whispers. I caressed his hair, and he caressed me hand, while the other rested on my waist or my hip. It was hot and Both of us, freshly showered, gave off a fresh smell of scented soap. Me I was happy to have him home again, to have him like this again. Past a time after which I had kissed him a lot, hugged him a lot, I turned my back on him to sleep. I moved to accommodate myself, and my butt pressed against him. I noticed your sex, but I didn't move. It was semi-hard, and I noticed it growing leaning on my slit. butt, but I didn't move. He neither, except sporadic and slight movements, in which I do not take his sex away from me, until I ended up falling asleep. In the morning Next nothing strange seemed to have happened. In the afternoon I spoke with Esteban and logically I told him what happened the night before in my bed. It's funny, the only time I didn't had incited him to do anything dishonest and... that's when it happened. And stranger Still, I didn't feel bad about it. It felt like everything had been natural. Esteban understood me, and asked me to tell him everything that was happening. in the following nights. I confirmed to him that that night I would sleep again with Rubén and that he would check if we could go further. He loved my resolution. AND is that truly, I was morbidly curious to see what was going on Rubén's mind. I showered and put on the smallest colaless I had. A thong, which left everything exposed at the back, and was transparent through in front of. Above, my transparent grayish nightgown, with straps and wide neckline ending in a V and falling towards the middle of the thigh at the bottom. Ruben, like He was usually waiting for me, lying on his side on the bed, with his slips like only clothing. He was taller than me, and had a good physique, with some tummy. I lay down on the bed, kissed him on the cheek, and told him I was very tired So, speaking nothing, which was not normal, I turned around and gave him the back. Of course, I tried to do it very close to him. He hugged me for me waist, and I, in a tender reflex, brought his hand to my chest, and I maintained a loving attitude there. Not at that moment, but after a while, when She pretended to be asleep, I noticed how she brought her pelvis closer to my butt, and soon, I rest his erect penis on it. I no longer had any doubts about his intentions. But it I let it happen Thank goodness he couldn't see my face, he would have noticed me. embarrassment. Gently, he moved his hands over my chest, slowly rubbing my hard nipples, while moments later, with the other she caressed my butt over the nightgown which, in the end, is the only thing it covered. Slowly I remove his arm from my breasts and waist, and trusting in my dream, I take them to my legs... On the outside of my thigh he raised them, until that I reached above them, and as I continued, I uncovered my buttocks, raising my nightgown up to my waist. It separated, it stuck again, it separated again and When he hit himself, I noticed his warmer member... he had removed his briefs, and now He rubbed his penis against the skin of my butt. He lowered his palm for me buttock, towards my sex. He put a finger through the gap between me crotch and my thighs. However, the difficult position and its exaltation, They made him rub me hard. So that he would not suspect my simulation, I made a typical sleeping movement, and I lay down a little more face down and opened a leg bending it on the bed. This way I would have the clearest path, and I could become soft again. He removed his hand, and waited a while, seeing that nothing passed, he returned to the charge. His soft hand on my buttocks, and slowly, lowering it towards the crotch. He had to notice a fever in her that I I felt the same. A humidity that I myself believed would make his hand waterlogged. But since my body was flaccid, relaxed, his hand would cover me and would press repeatedly, without trying to sneak the fingers under the panties My impudent pleasure was indescribable. him pressing me cadencely with his fingers my sex, while the mattress began to move. I doubted a little about what that movement was, until the frequency, each time older, and his labored breathing cleared my doubts. Was masturbating with his right hand, while with his left he touched me pleasure, never too strong. It didn't last long. Notice how he stopped, how he retreated the hand, and went to the bathroom. I put my hand underneath, and rubbed my clitoris. I got a pleasure unlike anything I had experienced before. Before his return, I had already had my orgasm. He took his place on the bed and I moved away from him, ending the night. There were more nights, during that summer. A summer in which I lived to feed the sex that fueled my relationship with Esteban. To the At the end of that summer, I started my business. The efforts of the beginning, I They took me away from everything, from Esteban and my children, who in the end were starting a new course. I postponed without a date, my trip to Spain, and the occupations of my beloved, they postponed a new trip to Chile. Many things happened in those months. I will only say now that with Esteban, I speak from time to time on the phone or chat that I almost didn't enter. That he has a new reality, just like the I have it, and although it was longed for by me for years, it will never be able to replace that one, in which the most irrational and immoral passion lived in me. That which, even though poor, made me feel rich in feelings, in experiences, in discoveries.... Ah! By the way, I love my son, and my son loves me. Things that I never recognized before, and I will never recognize again, they spent that summer, but For him, I was always asleep. I was aware of his lust, but feeling the same, he was never aware of mine. I never behave during the day in a different or singular way towards him. She comforted him at night like a woman, and day as a mother. Mother of whom he feels very proud, and as long as she can, so He will continue to feel me, as long as he lives. END. Dedicated to my Spanish, because I always feel anger associated with your memory, my life. Agnes D.