Mom sometimes annoyed me with her games, no longer...

This is my mom today, currently, still retaining part of that, her natural beauty. However, my narration goes back to the past, a long time ago, when skirmishes began with her, some time after starting 'my games' with my sister.She has always played with me since I have memories, hand games with erotic connotations, however, since my sister grew up and I became more confident with her, it's like my mother perceived it and made her (my mother) get jealous and deepen the 'games' with me and be more promiscuous, bolder. Besides, everything accelerated from when my little sister formally got engaged to the tasty baker, and we stopped being so close, my sister and I.I didn't want to talk just for the sake of talking, but many times, while sleeping, it seemed to me that I was being 'bothered' in my erogenous zones, being caressed and handled, and many times when waking up, she, my mother, would be near me or in the room, as if searching for something or bringing something, like clean clothes I kept in a dresser while I slept during siesta, or sitting next to me and saying 'I'm watching over your sleep, just like a good mother!' That bothered me, despite her good intentions, because when I fall asleep, my cock always stands up, and it's uncomfortable waking up with my cock erect and seeing my mother beside you, I felt out of place in front of her being that way.Quantities of times we would start chatting about anything and the conversation would slowly take a turn because she wanted it to, and she'd divert it towards that 'erotic' place, which I'd try to escape from, with everything that implies, not just for the conversation but for her herself, and on several occasions she'd try to keep me back, crossing my path, blocking my exit or trying to hold onto me so I wouldn't get away, as I often got caught there with my stretched-out boxers.However, little by little, I got used to it and resisted, losing my fear, because that was what was ultimately happening to me. I feared what could happen if I stayed, if I deepened into her game, following the current, it was like the most sensible of the two.

I felt that if I stayed and accepted the game, it would end badly, and I would also be exposed with my feelings for her.However, everything has an end, it reaches its peak, there is a limit, and as I grew, it cost me to hide what was happening between the two of us. Moreover, it cost me not to leave her in evidence, that is, the things she did, sometimes I could overlook them, pass them by, as if I hadn't noticed, or wouldn't have noticed, in other words, her actions were evident, except that I would be an idiot. Plus, added to my sister's absence, my confidante and muse inspiring erotic games I invented for both of us, I was almost on the verge of alienation.What finally made me lose my patience, what drove me crazy, was seeing her sit down at the table to dinner with the family, just like my sister Felina used to do, and that she always bothered and scolded her (my mother). She always criticized her daughter Felina, my sister, for her clothes or her absence. That night when she wore that translucent, transparent blouse without a bra, I knew she was begging me at the top of her lungs, that I react, act accordingly, that is, she was taking some kind of risk in front of my father so that I would interpret it and take it seriously.That same night, I received her in my room when my father, as usual, was completing his routine, almost with the last bite of food in his mouth saying goodbye to go to bed and fall asleep until the alarm clock woke him up to get up and attend his job which he never missed or absented himself despite being sick several times.

She entered my room determined, knowing that I would give in to what she had been waiting for so long. She entered without clothes, absolutely naked, dressed as Eve.

She climbed onto the headboard of my bed and directed herself straight to my penis, which she searched eagerly among my boxers. She leaned her pubic area against my face, her vagina rubbing against my nose, and I felt the moisture of her vulva and the taste of her genital juices on my lips.

I couldn't do anything else but lick them, and she let out a low-pitched moan with a faint tremor of frenzy.After a brief penile massage from her side and some of my licks on her sex, she snuggled up next to me with her back to mine making a 'spoon' position. She took my cock and brought it between her buttocks, all the way to the vaginal cavity entrance. But don't come inside! My mom said and squeezed my ballsFrom that night on, ours ceased to be a filial/parental relationship to become a carnal and loving relationship between man and woman. And we only sought to be alone so we could do it as many times as we could resist it, and both of us had a lot of gasoline.I still remember today that she was the only woman who sucked me dry, literally swallowing every last vestige of fluids I expelled. It was like any female animal species, sucking everything out of me and devouring it with devotion, love, almost psychotic desperation. I'm convinced that I was her great love in every sense, as a male, as a man, as a son, as an ideal, fraternal, genital, her whole, her soulmate.She left being a mother, a housewife, a lady, a dame, and became my slut, my slut, my woman, the most erotic, sexy thing, she turned into a geisha, a refined sensual prostitute. She was the bay that sheltered my peninsula, a refuge for unlimited sex, my Messalina.However, she was a jealous patient. Her suspicions or uneasiness at the slightest possibility that I, the person loved by her, would take attention away from her in favor of another, transformed her. And that turned her into sexual excitement, just like certain animals during the propitious period for mating. Her suspiciousness transformed into a type of malice, perversion or corruption that added to and sank her into vice, an excessive fondness for me.And she would wander after me, unconscious, without restraint or limits, naked through the house, excited, with a wild passion, which over time caused her severe and irreparable damage. She was trying to seduce me so intensely that she ended up doing the opposite, her attempts were excessive, she exerted such pressure to achieve my attraction that in the end she managed to repel me, disgust me, sicken me, that is, she made me reject her.Her longing, her desire so strong to get me and get me for herself, was her anguish and my fatigue, the cause of my violent unease. That insatiable voracity of hers, like an excessive excess to consume me, possess me and dominate me, ended in my abstinence with her.The end was pathetic, a grotesque that produced foreign shame or pain. Angélica my mother, seemed like an actress in a play, who exaggerates the sentimental and grotesque aspects of situations with the intention of moving the public, in this case me, her son, with excessive tears that didn't fit and suggested she was on the verge of emotional mental imbalance. I feared again, but this time due to her lack of sanity or mental disorder.And we returned as at the beginning, I escaping from her, unable to close my eyes because she was like a somnambulist behind me, and where I slept, she would press her legs against mine and hold me tight. It seemed like she wanted me to return to her womb. I was really under her spell, fearing something terrible might happen, that everything we had would end in an unwanted outcome, certainly not desired by either of us.

I feared for my life and hers, for a crime or suicide.This continued until I fell in love with a woman and left my birth home, never seeing my mother and sister again, that's another story, and like this one, unhappy...But those times were gone