Consenting mother, III Third part of the series Neither that day nor the following days did they talk about it again. ha

Consenting mother, III Third part of the series Neither that day nor the following days did they talk about it again. happened between them that night, until Beto attempted a new assault: "hey Mom, let me sleep with you again." At that moment the woman got up furious from the chair where she was moments before and took refuge in her room, locking the door. The next morning Teresa understood that between her and her son everything had changed, he wanted to fuck her, put his cock in her and she, in quiet desire, I wanted the same. But he defended himself, and no matter how much he tried to twist the intentions of his offspring, the boy's growing anger and his rebellion. They confirmed that he had to give in and give the boy what he wanted, so there was always been, had never denied his childish desires and tantrums. He quietly prepared himself. Above all, I had to avoid unexpected pregnancy, she was still a fertile woman and assumed that her son was already could engender. That's why she started taking contraceptives. Then he got closer little by little, trying to win him back with cuddles and affection. Beto He noticed the change, but wisely played hard to get, until she relented. One night, when they were both watching television, Teresa told him spoke: "Hey Beto, I know perfectly well why you are angry with me, but you must understand that what we did is something wrong, do you understand?, having sex between family, or even worse between mother and child, like me and you, it is something unnatural, prohibited, something that goes against social morality and ethics, you understand?, no, no I think you can understand it, but that doesn't excuse your actions, my son..., you know. that I have never denied you anything, we have always gotten along well and I love you a lot... you don't know how much, you are my only treasure, that's why I'm going to give you what Do you want, we will have sex, I don't know how this is going to end, but I want understand very well that I do it because I love you very much, go ahead... take that off face," she said, turning to look at him affectionately, blushing involuntarily when she discovered the look of surprise and lust from his offspring. They continued staring at the television, watching without seeing; Teresa was quiet and nervous, Beto anxious had already snuggled up to the body of the woman, and as if inadvertently one of her hands wandered over the legs of her mother, on top of her thin flowered skirt. She put her arm around his neck. to hug him, until the boy's face was stuck to his tits, more like her left tit. They were like this for a few moments, still both of them, both nervous, until the fingers of the childish hand began to raise the hem of the wide skirt, first revealing the knees, then, slowly the fleshy white thighs, together, stuck together as if with modesty; The garment continued to discover more things to the little boy's open eyes. who felt how his member was getting erect under his pants--, who, unable to restraining herself, she placed her trembling hand on that forbidden flesh, the suffocated woman He felt his whole body tremble; He closed his eyes tightly, as if with it remove from his thoughts those sensations that little by little were taking over of her, as if with that gesture he would eliminate from his mind that childish hand that He insisted on getting between her thighs. From his position Beto looked in ecstasy at the lower abdomen of his mother, the sag of the mount of Venus under the rough and white cotton panties, the immaculate, fleshy thighs that refused to let him pass; felt the her mother's labored breathing, but above all she felt stuck to her face the warm flesh, the soft warmth of Teresa's tits. For her part, the mother, who felt her body burning, at the same time Noticing her son's attempts to explore her sex, she exhaled a sigh. He sighed deeply, as a sign of surrender, and his legs slowly weakened, opening itself to the restless hand that was insistently trying to reach sex; When he did it, Beto was immediately able to trace the spot that was bulging in his underwear. from his mother; he felt the bulging flesh of the pucha, but above all the ridges from the hairy bush of its parent; the hidden and abundant vulvar hair that It made Teresa's pussy more ostentatious. And when the little boy tried to put her fingers along the edge of his underwear, the woman begged: "no Beto, not anymore, please." leave me", to which the son replied: --"Why mommy?, you told me a while ago..., leave me mommy, I want to see there, I want to touch you, it feels so beautiful. Hearing that broke down the woman's last barriers; HE I felt hot, excited, extremely horny, like I had never been, I would remember later. For this reason he separated momentarily from the chair, raising his body delicately to remove, with both hands, her intimate garment, the that they lowered the panties down the thighs, until they left them hanging under his knees; in this way he was able to fully open his thighs and leaning On the back of the sofa he edged his body so that Beto could explore at your ease your most secret intimacies; Thus placed, she prepared to be a toy erotic of the boy who with open eyes looked at the longed-for maternal sex; the hairy bush covering the slit; the disheveled, hirsute, black and messy ones that almost covered his navel; that meat seemed darker than the rest; and among that coat of long hairs, barely glimpsed, the fleshy vaginal lips, the secret mouth through which years ago he had to have left Immediately the boy's right hand went to get into between those hairs until reaching the wet and hot slit, although perhaps Due to lack of practice he started an unexpected "oh Beto, slowly little one, I "You hurt! Slowly, my child," he restrained himself a little, feeling how his fingers were soaked in that slimy flesh, he felt it hot, big, fat and pungent odor; It seemed that he lacked a hand, that he would need more fingers to encompass all that; while the suffocated woman uttered muffled moans, As if Teresa would enjoy that, that gave her the unexpected idea: --"Hey mommy, let me kiss your tits," he said. The woman's response came immediately: her trembling hands unbuttoned the pink blouse, revealing the round holes imprisoned by the insufficient support, once this was done, Teresa closed the doors again. eyes and to moan, to sob saying quietly: "not anymore Betito, please, don't make me suffer, I don't want to, I really don't want to", while Beto, who was already involved all his fingers inside the burning maternal cavern and with his mouth glued to the left breast, over the bra, I asked her: "why mom? Should I make you damage? Does it hurt?", the dull "no, no Betito, you do it very well, but I..., no I want..., I don't want you to catch me, don't do that to me, for God's sake!" --"Why mommy." --"Shut up, please shut up!" --"Can I continue?" Teresa no longer answered, she left her head on the backrest of the furniture, closed his eyes again and turned his face as if not to see what was happening. made his son; That attitude left the field free for the horny son, who He was already removing his fingers, his hand, inside the maternal sex, discovering each part, every nook and cranny of Teresa's vagina; Beto learned immediately, he had found the secret opening of the vagina, where her fingers seemed to be sucked By a burning inner force, there his fingers were swallowed completely; but Upstairs, where the pucha was just beginning and the hairs were thicker, there was something else, the small fleshiness, something hard, very sensitive, because when passing through that place her fingers Teresa almost jumped on the sofa, while moaning choppyly. He didn't know how many times he visited his mother's open pit, but he did notice the abundant moisture that was sticking to his fingers, and the muffled "hummm, hummm, ya..., hummm, hahhhhahhhha" from his mother; did something else, While he continued with his horny pastime, his mouth and lips lowered the Teresa's chichero until she left out her succulent left tit, there the little boy with a sucking mouth, the effect was immediate: Teresa arched her body saying "ayyy, little one! What are you doing? Son of my life, I'm coming!!!!, I I come..., I......", then the woman's entire body jumped on the sofa, a and again, she saying: "now..., now..., it comes to me little from my soul..., I you take away..., you take away my life, I'm leaving..., I'm going to heaven, yessssssssssss..., to honey..., keep going, sweet daddy..., keep killing your rich mom, go on, Beto, suck stronger..., move your rich fingers in puchis that..., oh god, god..., I I'm coming." The little boy was barely able to stay attached to the body of his mother, the breast bounced in his mouth; Teresa, all of her, jumped on the sofa, moaning, screaming, imprisoning the little hand of the son who He was giving her a fabulous orgasm, one or more, she didn't know, but the shudders, the pulsations of her vagina when she came were intense, intermittent, delicious, until shortly after the breath of the mature woman woman became calmer, relaxing. Beto stayed still - thinking what had happened to her mother-- still with her mother's erect nipple inside her mouth; She loosened her body, leaving the boy's hand free, which at the same time taking it out, I didn't understand why it was soaked in viscous liquid and extremely smelly, while he felt inside his pants the painful erection of his whistle; He still waited a few minutes before asking what he wanted: --"Hey mommy, I want to come, I want to kiss your thing, the I want to see, I want to put it in there, in your thing, I really want you..." Upon hearing the incestuous request the woman felt reborn. his desire, he again felt the hot and spicy sting of desire, his response It surprised her, or even more so her son, or both: --"Come on, follow me to my room," she said at the moment of get up from the chair and walk hesitantly, holding her panties with one hand Halfway up her legs, she went to her bedroom. She felt him follow her. When the woman reached the bed and He began to take off his clothes and discovered his son standing next to the door, like waiting, --with that ostentatious erection barely hidden by his pants-- like enjoying watching her take off all her clothes. She, who felt everything burning again her body, flirtatious, played along without stopping to see him, she gradually took off little by little of her underwear, fixing her gaze on his she saw the growing desire of the adolescent. Already without clothes, standing next to the bed he exposed himself to his son: the pendulous tits with pink halos, which almost covered half of each of his chiches, the camber of his belly, the hair that covered his sex, and the round and shapely legs filled the boy's mind and eyes; and more when Teresa slowly turned her body to show him her butt, that pair of succulent buttocks, round, full; then she was back in front of him, like waiting, now sitting on the edge of the bed. The fixed gazes of both communicated the same uncontrollable desire, the insane and horny desire, although perhaps the woman remembered other sexual events with her late husband, naturally, the first wedding night--, the reality is that she felt desired looking at that childish body with that voluminous bulge in the crotch; while for the boy's incestuous carnal urge had transformed his loving mother into a female in whom he could satisfy his nascent and impulsive desires carnal The moments lengthened, became more intense until that Beto with unsteady steps approached the mother; but stopped at hearing: "turn off the light please", that's what the budding teenager did, while that the mature woman turned on the two lamps on the bureaus of her bed; the atmosphere became more sensual; she watched him walk and stop standing in front of her; looked at him take off his clothes, first his shirt and then his pants, which in order to To take off he had to struggle with his shoes; all that operation without the two They will take their eyes off each other; Finally the cotton trow was lowered and when The boy held the garment in his hand. The mother's anxious gaze had changed: from the expectant gaze full of sensuality to the astonishment of discovering the enormous erection of her son, who was now standing in front of her, looking the member standing in front of his eyes, a few centimeters away; Teresa shaking Everyone looked at what was in front of them, amazed and looked at how their son's penis At maximum erection it almost oscillated in front of his face; I also felt the soft aroma male and the crystalline moisture that was already escaping through the foreskin, a sign unmistakable evidence of Beto's almost uncontrollable excitement. Like an automaton, the mother brought her right hand to grasp that which attracted her, thinking at the same time: "how big, how beautiful"; with His fingers delicately surrounded the trunk of the cock, Beto trembled, and even more so when Teresa ran her ringed fingers over the length of the member, squeezing lightly, pressing, going up, almost to the skin-covered glans; going down, where the trunk joined the flesh of the lower belly of his son; He repeated the operation again, but now up to the head, where his fingers They spread the soft skin that covered the wet glans; he discovered it gently, enjoying the exciting aroma, the purple color and the masculine smell; Beto He only watched from above as his mother's head involuntarily tilted until he almost touched the member with his face, but he could not see the face that With his mouth open he tried to repress the desire to fill his cock with kisses. erect, or to fill his mouth with that hard meat, or both. Those were the intentions that the woman tried to repress, She wanted to kiss her son's cock, put it in her mouth and suck, enjoy the taste and smell of a member, until his trembling head hit the belly of Beto and, as if in passing, Teresa kissed the swollen trunk of her son, who only he felt and heard his mother sobbing; The little boy didn't do anything, he didn't understand it, He only enjoyed without understanding how from the depths of his being a unknown feeling for his mother, he remained stiff as his penis; his little hands They stroked their mother's hair, as if consoling her, as if trying to share what the woman felt at those moments; while Teresa feeling the loving gesture, without letting go of the erect stick, he tried to repress his crying and resigning herself to her role as the son's whore, she looked up to say: "I love you." Beto, I want to be all yours!" Both remember little of what followed: Teresa said she He got out of bed to kiss Beto open-mouthed on his small lips; Beto He remembered that she lay on the bed, with her legs open, calling him "Come on, come son, ride your mother"; She defended herself by saying that when they were standing kissing, Beto put a finger between her fleshy buttocks until caress her ass and it was then that they both fell on the bed intertwined; he son insisted that it was the woman who called him from the bed to skewer her, In short, that's how it was, or almost like that, that's how they told me; Beto, or Tere, said it first, or both, when we were together. I'm just trying to piece together the story. Albert He was, and is, my friend. What was certain was that when she was on the bed, she was still unmade, that is, still with the bedspread, Teresa was on her back, Beto between his legs; she clinging to the member, as if pulling him to stab her, as if urging him to possess her; he kneeling between the white thighs of the woman, who held in her right hand the club that would make her a woman again; then the boy fell on his mother, who let go of the cock to hug the body of his son; he felt the thrust, imperious, almost violent, but the penis did not He entered, only slipped along the fleshy slit of Teresa's cock, who exclaimed: --"Oh Beto, wait little one, you hurt me, hummm, wait, leave me..." And so it was, the loving hand went between the bodies to directing the erect club to the correct place, Beto felt the wonderful sensation of penetrating that hot cavern, slowly, all, complete, with the exact perfection of a sheath that would squeeze his cock in a tight and fair way; That's how they stayed, stuck; the woman feeling the masculinity of her son completely inside her vagina; Beto enjoying the delicious sensation of possess his mother; him with his face stuck to the soft, fat cheeks of his mother; she clinging with both hands to her son's tiny buttocks, like urging him to penetrate her further. Then he moved a little, slightly, just for an instant, taking out part of the member from the burning cave of his mother, who only moaned quietly: "hummm, hummm", then Beto got inside, took out his cock and returned to put it in, perhaps clumsily, but with force, with urgency; there were only three attacks, the boy couldn't take it anymore; Despite himself, he felt that his stick was becoming empty, the milk came out; She felt the member throb inside her vagina, then the intermittent jets, he exhaled a deep sigh to say "Beto, oh Betito, you're coming, oh cute little one, you're giving me milk, wow, son, give me milk, I want it all, all, all, go on, go on..." But Beto couldn't anymore, fainting on his mother he let his cock finish throbbing, feeling on his face Teresa's hot breath as she moaned and the involuntary movements of the vagina, that squeezed it, that sucked it, that tried to get more semen out of him. Maybe it was minutes or seconds, but when the woman opened her eyelids with loving eyes she saw her son sucking her tits, first one, then the other, both with hard, erect nipples, like stone; returned to moan quietly, stroking Beto's hair with his hand, and feeling how inside her the member still retained its strength, it was still inserted completely inside the viscous passageway of her pussy; then it was abandoned to caught, opening her legs wider, now forming a compass, semi-flexed, facilitating the attacks, sobbing: "so Betito, fuck your incestuous Mother, give me all your pretty cock, fill it all up, I want it all, more, more, give it to me more, more cock, all your cock, son of my life", the flashing "ahhh, ahhh", from Teresa mixed with the incessant splashing of the member as it entered and come out of the gaping pucha flooded with juices and semen, and when finally the The boy felt his member burst again, his mother's moans became louder. They made screams: "oh, oh Betito, I..., I..., I'm coming, I'm coming daddy my life, you take the..., you give me, you take me, you take me to heaven little son, more, I want milk, all your milk", then Beto came, ejaculated, synchronizing his grouts with the muffled "ahhh, ahhh, aaahhhh" of his mother, that the end, when the palpitations of limb and pucha became more spaced, he only said: "more, all, all your semen, give it all to me." Then they both fainted, stuffed with pleasure, half asleep, still intertwined, bodies still stuck together, one inside the other, flaccid cock inside that watery flesh full of semen. It would be early morning when Teresa was brought out of her heavy sleep, She was face down on the bed, naked, showing her fleshy and soft buttocks; but Beto was on top of her, she was startled, more Even when the son's mouth said in his ear: "I want more, Mom, will you let me?" The muffled "yessss" came to Teresa from the depths of her being; felt her son's hard cock slipping between her buttocks; he loosened his body, his cock He reached the crack of her pucha, but it didn't go in, it just slipped between the fat lips of the pucha, to go higher, Teresa then understood that her son wanted his tail, he wanted to put his member in his ass, he sighed, perhaps because of the clumsiness of Beto not hitting the right spot; He helped him by putting his hand under his body, until he reached the beginning of his buttocks, he grabbed the head between his fingers of the cock and placed it on his anus, hard, closed; the boy understood, he stood firm about his mother who said: --"Slowly Beto, you hurt me, slowly, my pretty son, just press, I will open myself, my tail will eat you alone..." And so it was, the boy felt the painful sensation on his glans. sensation of the ass opening; he felt the ring of flesh tightening around his member; The woman moaned painfully, feeling her intestines fill with hard flesh, little by little, with eternal slowness, until it was all inside; Beto He was already on his mother, feeling the fleshy maternal buttocks in her belly; then she moved, inside and out, she too, but to the sides, slowly; then both, when the anus gave out, and the member went in and out, not all, but almost, in a counterpoint dance; Teresa feeling the delicious placidity of the anal fuck, the kid filling himself with anticipated pleasure, brief, perhaps very briefly, when he accidentally began to come inside his mother, who only moaned, he sobbed softly "ohhhhh, oohhh", until the coming concluded, ended and She could barely protest: --"Now Beto, leave me now, please get off, let me go for what more you want". That's what Beto did, taking out his member from the opened his mother's ass, causing a curious and loud "plop", then Puzzled, he saw Teresa running to the bathroom, she was crying. When morning surprised them they were both still on the bed, embraced, he with his face on one of Teresa's tits, she caressing the child's face, while with his left hand he barely touched his son's sleeping cock; Beto filled with pleasure, with pride at having possessed his mother; she letting her tears slide down her face no She had just understood what had happened, she had become the whore of his son, thinking: "what now? What am I going to do? How will this end? End of the third part. Comments: micifuz6@yahoo.com.mx micifuz66@starmedia.com