El fetiche de mi hijo 1

I don't know how to start telling this, it's complicated for me to tell, it's the story of how I went from being a normal woman to being a mature woman with an open mind and determined to please the desires of the man who drives me crazy with desire, very deep down I would like it to be someone else, but reality is harsh and I have learned to leave guilt aside and accept this situation, I don't expect you to understand, I know it's not right for a mother to become sexually involved with her son. I won't put data about my daughter, my second son or my husband, I'll name them if necessary but I won't delve too deeply into their stories, to keep the privacy of my family I will give them fake names in my story. Older Son: Juan Second Son: José Husband: Marcos My first child was born when I was almost 29 years old, a beautiful baby with fair skin and coffee eyes, after enduring the depression that had been caused by that past mistake I didn't believe I would ever smile again or be so happy, that day life gave me the best gift I could have hoped for. It didn't take long until I got pregnant with my second (from then on I left the job I longed for to fulfill my new dream of being a mother), as is natural, I fed, educated and raised them while they grew up, they started leaving toys and cartoons behind, they were becoming men, it was then that I started seeing things I should have ignored, like every mother believes her children are different from others, maybe I expected them to be innocent kids all their lives, but since puberty they started changing a lot, especially my older son, being very young (I won't say the age) I discovered him talking about women with a friend while studying at home, I was frozen when I heard those words come out of my little one's mouth, my only reaction was to move away and almost furiously tell my husband what had happened, his only response was that's normal for young boys and I listened to his advice and avoided approaching them when they came. To my house, in that way I managed to stop thinking about it and act as if it had never happened, but it didn't take long before I had to witness other things. One morning I woke up thirsty, went to the kitchen for a little water, before arriving I heard something very strange, they seemed like laments, I tried to fine-tune my ear a bit and discovered that they were porn groans, quickly searched for the origin and the unpleasant surprise was that they came from my older son's room, I was about to throw the door full of anger, couldn't be that my baby is a pig who watches filth (that's what I thought) but I calmed down and went back to my room, not even able to drink water, it was a very long night, I couldn't sleep at all, so many strange ideas were passing through my mind that I could only wait for morning to give them breakfast and send them to study, as soon as they left the house a shiver ran through my body as if I were about to do something wrong, I ran to my son's room and opened his computer, I can't describe what I felt when I saw the content of those pages (it was a kind of pain and disappointment to see that type of content) that he didn't even take the trouble to close before leaving, there were many videos of older women having relationships with young men, in an instant I went from thinking like a mother to feeling morbid suddenly, maybe it was just curiosity but I wanted to see at least one of those videos, opened one without detailing it belonged to the Taboo genre, almost 20 minutes of video that I watched without blinking, my heart had no control, I started sweating and my hands were trembling, I have to admit my husband made love like an old man, I don't know he was so meticulous about pleasing me, never mattered to me, I was happy with him, but that video awakened in me that dormant feeling that sometimes appeared on Carlos's bed, my ex-boyfriend, delicately passed my hand over my underwear under my skirt, before I realized I was masturbating, it was fantastic, I hadn't felt something like that since It's been a long time since I finished and felt dirty. I went back to the real world, found myself in my son's room looking at his computer and masturbating while watching obscene videos, which is even worse... My son was developing an affinity for watching videos of mothers and sons having sex, even if they were actors, which was very bad. I was so caught up that I didn't think about the detail before doing such stupidity, and what came later would only be the icing on the cake. Every time my husband went to work and my kids to study, I couldn't help but search for my son's computer to watch those videos that took me out of orbit for a few minutes, feeling an indescribable pleasure and at the end, guilt for doing obscenities in my son's room, whom I was supposed to scold for doing the same. The guilt disappeared, leaving only pleasure. It may sound strange, but as a 43-year-old woman, I became addicted to masturbating, not even in my youth did I feel the need, since that moment I felt like doing it all the time, I felt so hot that I ended up masturbating almost everywhere in the house, even when my family was there, I couldn't help myself, putting my hand on my pants and rubbing, knowing they could find me. I developed a pretty obscene fantasy, pretending to have a different son (not my real sons) who made love to me and calmed my growing lust. My foolish behavior ended up being my downfall, I don't know how it didn't happen sooner if I was so careless. My younger son entered my room while I had my legs open and my fingers inside my vagina, I still remember his face, his expression was a mix of surprise, fear, and shame at the same time, he closed the door and ran away, I got up and couldn't do anything but sit on the bed and die of embarrassment. That night was very uncomfortable putting his plate on the table pretending nothing had happened, neither of us could bear it. We said one word, later I called him to the patio, I wanted to talk to him about what had happened, that was another mistake on my part, while I was telling him please don't tell anyone what he had seen the major appeared asking me what I meant, I froze, José responded with a simple 'ok' and left, Juan asked 'what's going on', the only thing that came to mind was saying it was a secret but how silly I get when I'm nervous, I left immediately and felt calm afterwards, I never imagined Juan could buy his brother's silence, my older son knew I had been caught in action by José, a few days passed and my desire for guilt due to the incident started to return, again I had the house to myself and a computer with the porn I wanted to watch, again I was in my routine, everyone would leave and I'd run to Juan's room, that day I took my next step, I started masturbating on my son's bed, it embarrasses me to say so but it felt very tasty, the sweat smell on the bed, the porn and my muffled moans on the pillow still one of my most pleasant experiences, at that moment I thought that was as far as I'd go, I didn't believe that morbid curiosity would drive me to do other things, I'm an older woman, I was also then, neither as a teenager did I reach this level of perversion, the next step was one day while putting clothes in the washing machine, I felt a current run from my head to my feet when I took my son's underwear in my hands, I was there smelling each intimate garment of Juan, I liked his smell, I'm disgusting but couldn't help it. One night of insomnia I thought about sneaking up to Juan's room, I wanted to hear if he was watching something, the closer I got the faster my heart beat, had the door half open and was standing with my back to the door with the computer on the bed, I stayed there for a long time watching my naked son. Watching porn and touching myself was very exciting for me, I didn't do it there because I didn't want to be discovered, I went to the patio bathroom to masturbate thinking about that scene, I pretended to be with my imaginary son but couldn't stop thinking about Juan and his smell, when I finished I came out and on my way to my room I saw Juan coming out in boxers, his penis was visible, it was almost erect, with the natural reaction of someone who's doing something wrong I was about to hide, what a stupid reaction, I passed by him and told him go to sleep I kept going to my room as if nothing had happened, suddenly he said mom, can I sleep with you WHAT?! That's what I screamed in my mind but no words came out, I told him you're too big to sleep with your parents, besides we don't fit all three in the bed it didn't take long for him to respond then come to mine deep down I was expecting that response, I didn't believe he would say it, I didn't want to think about talking to my son, I just thought about my fantasies, I told him I'd sleep with him, I went into his room while he went to the bathroom, I got in bed very nervous, not much time passed before he came in and closed the door, he lay down beside me and asked me to hug them, when I did he settled in to sleep, my dark side was waiting for something different, my fantasy fell flat and I was left there alone with my fantasy, I waited a good while, when I thought he was asleep I started rubbing myself against his back, I hadn't noticed how strong he was, again I was very excited, very slowly and as quietly as possible I started masturbating uffff When I finished I changed positions, I got on my side to him, I was falling asleep when he rolled over and pressed himself against me OH MY GOD, HIS PENIS IS IN MY Booty, it was erect, it felt like a rock, probably my heart could be heard from the second floor, I didn't know if he was asleep so I faked it, a little later he started smelling my hair delicately, I felt his soft sighs on my neck and got goosebumps. the skin, passed her hands very smoothly over my Booty, my back and my breasts, she wanted him to get on top of me, forget that I am his mother and make love desperately, I was determined to let him go as far as he wanted, he pulled out his penis and passed it over my Booty like a brush, I couldn't stop my extremely agitated breathing, it was very difficult to pretend to be asleep with my breathing so strong and the sound of my heart, I turned onto my back, he stayed quiet for a while, then started pulling out my breasts from the bathrobe I was wearing as pajamas wow! never felt so tasty that a man would touch me, it would be the unique sensation of intimate with a son perhaps, after playing a little he lowered his hand slowly, knew it was heading towards my vagina, I was trembling, started touching me above the thong, I couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, all I did was tell him 'take them off' in complete darkness felt like he knelt at my feet, started pulling my thong until he took it off, without needing sex I had experienced so much pleasure that I was very sensitive, lifted my legs and brought his face to my vagina, not even my hands were responding, then felt his mouth there, I was being given oral sex the sensation and sound emitted by me drove me crazy, made me finish with my mouth, after a while he got up, kissed me clumsily but passionately and told me '-I have to get up early' and lay down beside him, I didn't know how to react, what's wrong with this idiot, it's like it's very normal for him, I didn't say anything, I was embarrassed, and didn't know where my thong had gone. When I woke up he wasn't there anymore, it was a bit late and I was still sleeping, arranged his room and changed his sheets before leaving, didn't find my thong anywhere... possible.