At that moment...
...in which your father, with a complicit gesture, asks you about the girl you like, and you don't know how to explain to him that the girl you like is his wife. ...nor that you often visit her room at night, and also after he leaves for work in the mornings, to spy on her while she sleeps...
...nor even when she caught you last time and asked with a saucy look if you needed anything. And you, who had already spied on her that same night, when your father was still lying next to her, and had checked with disappointment that she was sleeping covered up to the head, almost gave yourself a heart attack seeing that at that moment she was completely uncovered and only wore an almost imperceptible thong...When you don't know how to tell your father how much you like the smile of his wife......or that you love talking to her for hours in her room when he's not around...When nothing would make you happier than going back to the place where you left...In that moment when you realize the same thong that covers more than half of your girlfriend's buttocks would disappear between your mother's enormous breasts...In that moment it is when that oedipal volcano starts erupting......that explodes totally exhausted before the charms of the most beautiful of females: your mother.
How do I tell your father all that? Well... maybe it's better not to tell him.
*****
LETTER TO MY FATHER
Dear Dad:
I hope you're doing well. I know it would be much easier and more effective to communicate with you through mail, cell phone, or video call, like we've done all this time; but the simplicity of everyday method would destroy the solemnity with which I intend to tell you what has happened, so I have decided to write you this letter.
It's not that I don't still miss being separated from you temporarily due to this difficult pandemic situation we're living in, and the truth is that both Mom and I are eagerly waiting for your return; but I must warn you that some things have changed.
Everything started during this damn confinement, more precisely when Mom began protesting that she was gaining weight and her clothes were tight on her, and decided to undress and walk around with her butt in the air all day. It doesn't bother you, does it?, she said.
Obviously I told her I didn't bother me, but the truth is that what for her could be the most comfortable and liberating, for me resulted in a real torture. It's not necessary to tell you... you already know that at 45 years old the very daughter of a slut has an enormous ass.From that moment on, and throughout all this time, I've done nothing but stare at him day and night, biting my lip in a gesture of contained desire and disguising my continuous erections as much as possible. And it's because she now does everything up her ass...I confess that I can no longer see my innocent mother, all I see is an ass... my mother has transformed into an ass, increasingly fat and appetizing, which walks around the whole house and awakens my wildest desires.
My only moment of peace is when we go shopping, where I at least see her for a while dressed. But she's gotten so used to walking around with her butt out and it bothers her so much that the pants are uncomfortable, that when we get back from the supermarket, she usually takes them off before taking off her mask, even has taken them off in the garden while we're carrying the bags from the car...I can't take it anymore, she says, and returns to stand in front of my eyes wearing only one of her usual tiny bikinis, which, as you can imagine, get completely lost between her plump cheeks (and it's true that the more her butt grows, the smaller her pants seem, UFF...) Look, I'm getting fatter every day, nothing fits me anymore, when your father comes back he won't recognize me, she said indignantly the other day, measuring over 110 cm of her ass in front of me. I swear I had to swallow my saliva...
And maybe you won't like what I'm going to tell you, but it's my duty to do so. Tomorrow morning I woke up feeling hot, I was about to explode. I compared my cock with the bottle I have in my room -the one I use to satisfy my nocturnal thirst- and saw that both were equally large and hard, the difference being that the bottle was empty and my cock full of cum... and that's definitely thanks to your dear wife.I had to evacuate her immediately, so I ran towards the bathroom, but as I passed through the living room I saw her. The girl with a big butt was squatting down cleaning the TV stand... in the ass, like usual...And I couldn't take it anymore... Then the inevitable happened...
Did you see what happens to you when you walk in ass, slut?, were my last words before she ran angry to her room. After a while, she came back, and while I was trying out an apology gesture, she told me that from that moment on things would change at home. And I'd say the new parameters became clear after a brief conversation.In the afternoon we moved all your belongings to my room, where you'll stay starting from your return. I already moved mine to the marital bedroom and from now on I'll be sleeping with mom.
I'm sending you, along with this letter, a photo of mom that I took yesterday, just before spending my first night in your old bed.
She was beautiful the slut. Look what that ass is, GOD!. I suppose you can imagine we almost didn't sleep all night...Today early it could be said that we're starting our new life together as a couple... first she gave me my breakfast...Wash our clothes...
And then she took the cock in the living room...
Several times...Since yesterday she's been walking around the house completely naked; but don't worry, because I've already asked her to put on clothes again when she returns home (she'll have to buy new pants, they all fall down on her)
...so we'll avoid you getting turned on by that delicious ass that's getting more and more away from you. Greet attentively, your son.*****
DIZZINESS
I warned my mother not to go up, I told her it was dangerous, that she should wait for my father to arrive instead. But she didn't listen and went up anyway, while I watched her from below...
Ha ha, did you see that nothing happened to me? she said when she came down. But she hadn't understood what kind of danger I was referring to. Already inside the house, I explained it more clearly...Later she came to my room. She still looked disconcerted, wasn't getting over her stupor, wanted explanations about what had happened, so I explained it all again...*****
BACK PROBLEMS
It's true that my mother was the cause of my back problems...
...but it's also true that she helped me selflessly with my bridge exercises to strengthen the area and thus be able to recover fully...****
THE SHOWER Today I entered the bathroom, like so many other times, while Mom was taking a shower. Few things please me more than watching her entirely naked and relishing the enjoyment of the vision of her imposing and wet goddess body. I always do it stealthily, crouching or crawling. Always there is the latent possibility of being discovered, both by her and my father, and that excites me even more. Today she was particularly beautiful, from below one can see her even more exuberant.
But, as a result of the fever, I got too close and she noticed my presence. 'I'm lost', I told myself.She didn't make a scandal, as I had imagined; instead, she walked towards me (I was still on all fours, motionless) and when she stood just a few centimeters away, she turned around and invited me to come in...And I entered...****
Birth Face
The face of your mother when you were leaving her body...
Her face when you came back in...
*****
SPIRIT
The same day my father died, the lamp in his room lit up by itself and started flickering mysteriously. It did so just when I was there, consoling my mother. Coincidentally, I managed to capture the supernatural moment with my cell phone camera.
Since that day, the light turns on again in each of our acts of consolation. We've conjectured it's my father who wants to communicate with us. We don't know what he'll want, nor how to tell him to show up at a more opportune moment when we can give him attention.*****
THE WIDOW Thinking about it well, it's probably that the spirit of my father would grieve to see mom crying, and it is because since she got widowed she doesn't stop crying. I'm always there to console her, but I fear that only makes things worse. Cries in bed mornings...
Cries afternoons...I've seen her cry over Dad's old desk...****
EXAMINER
Dad: Did your mom help you study for your language exam?
Me: Yes, all afternoon...
Papá: Was French, wasn't it?Yo: Yes yes... French... and other languages too.
Papá: Ah yes, which ones?
Yo: Uh... Russian... Boobs fuck...
Dad: Ahh very well! And what else? Me: The exam is written, but mom still insisted that I practice the oral...
Papá: That's perfect, so you're better prepared like that.Yo: Ehh, yes... suppose.
Papá: Did they also do the analysis of some text?
Yo: Anali... eh, no, we didn't make it, barely stayed till the middle of the first word.
Dad: Fine, will they do it again tomorrow? Mom: Of course!The next day... Mom: Ready for another lesson, Sweetie?
And yes... as they'll imagine, I lost the exam, but since I never give up, I'm already eagerly waiting to practice with Mom for the next period. Ah, yes, I forgot... I also lost the Introduction to Moral exam.****
POSTDATA
PD: We went to the pool this afternoon, just returned a little while ago. Yes, I know it's not recommended given the current situation, but I wanted mom to show off her ass to all the neighbors. I wanted to see everyone wanting what only I can possess.
As good as a slut, she decided to give me the pleasure. So she put on her smallest bikini (the pink one, do you remember?, now it fits like a thong) and got her butt up to the edge of the pool.
I really enjoyed seeing the wide-eyed stares of everyone in the neighborhood, especially the neighbors who had come with their wives. She loved showing off her butt, discovered she loves warming up and knowing she can stop more guys than any girl. I got so hot that when we returned, I exploded her ass to pieces.
I'll send you a photo of mom's big booty at the pool so you have it well in mind that now all that meat is mine, and for you to use when you're back, to jerk off hard when you hear the sounds of love between mother and son from your new room.
Atte, your beloved son.*****
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