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Hey, I'll start by introducing myself, I'm Ignacio, as my job demands, I measure 1.
77, I don't consider myself that attractive and I'm dark-skinned like my father.
I am from a town 65 km away from Medellín, Colombia.
Before all I apologize for the lack of orthography, because I'm not good at that, thing of accents and writing.
Good here goes my story.
Everything started when I was 24 years old and I was in a relationship that had already lasted 5 years, until my girlfriend decided to end it and the breakup hit me really hard, making me depressed.
As I come from a family with scarce resources, I only finished high school and immediately started working at a motorcycle repair shop that allowed me to become independent in three years, so I moved into a small apartment in the town. After depression made me stop going to work, my worried family decided to take me back home, which is located in the mountains, on the main road, and an hour away from the town. My mother lives at home with my 11-year-old sister and my 8-year-old brother at that time. I have two other sisters, the older one who was 26 years old and already had two children of 7 and 5, and my younger sister who was 19 years old and went to work in Medellín. My father had separated from my mother four years earlier because he moved in with another woman. At home, I spent a few days feeling down, as they call it around here, and my mother was very attentive and caring about my recovery. Despite being a woman who didn't have much education and grew up in the countryside, she has always been a loving and indulgent person. When I felt better, an occasion arose to leave home due to the marriage of a cousin. At first, I didn't think about leaving because I didn't want to, but my mother kept insisting day after day, just like my sisters when they came to visit us, until they managed to convince me. Already feeling more cheerful, the day of the wedding I put on my best dress and went with my mother and brothers to the church. In gratitude for my mother's hospitality and my siblings', I had given her some money so she could buy something for the occasion. My mother bought shoes and jackets for my brothers, while she got a black shirt, a white skirt, and high heels that made her look very rejuvenated and beautiful. Her skirt was white, very tight, making her waistband and her nice pronounced booty visible; her black shirt, slightly transparent, came out with a black jacket and black high heel shoes. after walking around for 47 and a half years, and the haircut my sister gave me doesn't clash with my outfit. Describing her a bit, I'd say she's 1.68 cm tall, fair-skinned, hair somewhat monotonous, as we call it here to the blondes, at mid-back length with freckles on the forehead; she has a sturdy body, well-proportioned backside and paradisical, and has normal-sized breasts, I'd say, neither very small nor large, suitable for a mother who has breastfed five children, and has nice features, with a pointed nose, honey eyes, and fine and thin lips. The reception took place in a salon near the village. During the evening my mother was bothering me with some girls, friends and acquaintances, to approach them, but I wasn't willing to follow her game. Otherwise she and my sisters made an effort to keep my spirits up and even made me dance a couple of songs with my mother and take a couple of whiskeys, something I rarely drink. Already around midnight, bored with all the commotion, I told them I was going home. They tried to dissuade me but I stood firm, telling them to stay calm, that I was going to sleep because I felt tired. My older sister told me to hold on a bit and went to talk to the others. Apparently they talked among themselves, thinking I might still do something crazy due to my recent relationship, and after a while my mother came to tell me if I wanted to leave she would go with me. I refused, saying there was no need, even though she was enjoying the party, but she insisted on going with me. I then said that in reality I thought of going home because of the proximity, so there was no reason for her to accompany me and stay with my brothers and the rest of the family. She said it didn't matter, as my two younger brothers were going to stay with my grandparents. Finally I tried to tell her that if she went because she was scared I might do something, that There was no need to worry because I was already fine and my separation was a test passed, but still there wasn't enough power to convince her.
We said goodbye and left after 12 pm, and she asked where we were going.
I told her that on our shoes because there was nothing else, hoping she would regret her new shoes, but she made a gesture of resignation and held onto my arm ready for the 15-minute walk to my residence.
We went talking about things from the party, Fulana's and Sutana's dresses, Sutan's funny dance, and who were getting drunk.
We laughed at all this, it was a fresh night and only crickets could be heard.
We walked embracing because besides her shoes hurting, especially on a route where they were fixing the road to repave it.
When we got to a spot, already at the entrance of the town where two streetlights didn't work, I stopped to answer a call from a cousin asking about my whereabouts because an ex-classmate who was at the party knew I liked her and was asking about me.
I told him I had left and that even if I had something assured with her, for nothing in the world would I go back.
My mother, who had been paying attention to my communication, wanted to know who Fulana was, and then she told me to take notice that a woman wouldn't leave me stuck.
She complained about the cold and asked me to give her a hug and hold her tight.
I buried my nose in her neck and her perfume enveloped me with delight, and my arms welcomed her better on her back, massaging her with the intention of attracting the heat she needed.
Taking advantage of how comfortable we were in that position, I had the opportunity to thank her for all her assistance and help with me, she hugged me tighter, telling me she would do anything for her children, that she would always be there for us, and that she would find a woman who would value me. I'd like to, praising her beauty at the same time, as she said, and without expecting it, under her hand and I grabbed her butt, while she was smiling and telling me I had good pompis. Far from bothering me, I told her what I was doing and she laughed, grabbing my butt again, asking if I asked why. I protested again, laughing at her boldness, telling her that if she kept it up, I wouldn't respond to her. Without letting go of our hug at any moment, she continued the game, challenging me to see what she could do, and went back to touching me. Then I grabbed her Booty, which because her skirt was so tight, I could feel its roundness and firmness widely. She imitated my gesture with two hands squeezing my Booty, and squeezed her left butt cheek, and in another impulse, my left hand rested on her right breast, which I pressed softly, feeling it of good volume, remaining for a few seconds, sufficient for me to feel like desire was exploding inside me. Without having stopped laughing at our antics, she let go of my Booty and went back around my waist just like I did. Dazed perhaps by the handling, but beyond that being an innocent game, we kept silent, not deciding whether to continue on our way, sheltered by the useless streetlights' darkness, until she surprised me with a question, wanting to know if I still missed my ex-girlfriend. With humility, I acknowledged that a little bit, especially her kisses. She told me there was no problem, because she would give me all the ones I wanted. I laughed with some sadness, and then she asked for a kiss, which I gave her on the cheek. Thanks for that she said, but I want one on the mouth to erase the ones from that woman who didn't deserve you, unless you don't want to give them to me. At that moment, I thought it was all due to the drinks she had been drinking, although I hadn't drunk more than 2 or 3 beers and a couple of whiskeys, and wasn't drunk, but rather tipsy, as we call it here. And on the other hand, her offer returned. To set me on fire, feeling that anxious tingling in my penis and stomach, and I thought my mother didn't deserve to be slighted, even if it was a intimate kiss, for everything she had done for me. I told her jokingly that if she wasn't afraid of being overwhelmed and she said it didn't matter as long as it helped me forget about that wretched woman once and for all. Those words set me on fire, embracing my mom more tightly, who seemed to be excited by the agitation of her breathing in my ear.
Then, letting myself be carried away and being aware that she had left the ball in my field, and taking advantage of her neck being uncovered since her hair was tied up in a braid, I started giving her kisses on it, advancing slowly until our lips met, joining them for a few brief seconds without movement, almost stuck together, like waiting for someone to dare take the next step, which I did by adding movement and my mother responding similarly, letting herself be carried away and making it a little longer until she separated, reinforced her hug and said to me: kiss tasty my love.
We could feel the mutual tremor due to the passion of the forbidden, and in that moment I went back to searching for her lips which were waiting for me with desire because this time her kiss was not as anticipated as the previous one, but rather more daring if you will, and full of surrender.
At that point, I had already been fully erect and losing control of reason, I grabbed her booty again, caressing it desperately while my mother literally devoured my mouth with madness, as if it were the last thing left for her to do in life.
We only took air to kiss our necks, cheeks until the ears, to go back to our lips with desperation. Her lips were like I could have imagined them: soft, warm and moist, just how I like them and that's when there was good connection between us.
Even aware that we were very exposed in the middle of the street, I remembered that before the light turned on at the next lamppost, there was a lot in the middle of two houses where I could take her and we got in almost halfway, sticking to my mother against the wall of one of the houses, and we kept devouring each other beautifully, and I told her I had gotten so hot that I desired her as a woman, to which she responded: ay my love, I'm the same way and I desire you just as much. And it was like with that mutual confession, we had jumped over the last moral censorship to become complete lovers. While she continued to caress me back and my chest beneath my sack, and only sometimes passing her hand over my member above the pants, I went further grabbing her breasts, which were sagging above her blouse, and as she had me leaning against the wall, I sent my hand under her skirt and taking advantage that she wasn't wearing stockings because even my mother couldn't give herself that pleasure, I lifted her little thing over her panty, which was already dripping with liquid, and I could feel the swelling of her lips and how big they were. My mother let herself be done with pleasure, opening her legs so that my hand could better explore her, and she started to prefer muffled moans because it was getting hot. In my madness, I well-lubricated my fingers with her juices and took them to my mouth, sucking them frenetically and giving her another kiss. She was already rubbing me more often than my member hurt from being so erect inside the pants, and I asked her to take it out, an order that my mother didn't make wait and with her trembling hands almost couldn't untangle my belt or unbutton my pants, and when she finally could do it, finishing by lowering the zipper, I let out a sigh of relief at the same time as I pulled up my underwear above my knees and grabbed my cock that was covered in preseminal liquid, which made it easy for my mother to slide her hand over all my shaft. You have a big one, pussy she said biting my ear, and I had already taken off her skirt and unbuttoned it, and by removing the strap from her bra, I lowered the right cup and pressed against her nipple that felt hard and enormous, sucking it with desperation while my right hand went back under her skirt, and it wasn't until I touched her little thing that I felt like a hot water jug had soaked me completely, and the subsequent moan of pleasure from my mother at the same time as she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, saying: what tasty pussy, what tasty. I took her fluids back to my mouth again and also said... put my fingers in her mouth, sucking them with desire. When I pulled out my mother between muffled moans she said: “I want it, pussy, I want it, give it to me, my love, please give it to me”. Not even when I was with my girlfriend did those words get me as hot, especially in that tone of pleading that my mother used, which provoked me, although you may not believe it, to make my cock shoot a stream of semen that landed on Mom's belly. To make the moment more exciting I told her if she really wanted it and she started moving up and down on my shaft telling me yes, that she desired it, that I should go ahead and do it for love of God. Then she leaned in closer and began to lift her skirt which got stuck on her thighs because they were so open, and she herself lifted it all the way up to her waist, tying it with a knot and then pulling out her panty and putting it in her jacket pocket. Later she came around my neck again with her arms, biting my ear, and I grabbed onto her ass which I remembered with her skirt adjusted, making them look bulging and provocative just like they felt now, massaging them with desperation while my cock was rubbing against her clitoris and pubic hair. I dug in deeper on the floor and asked my mother to push herself up and wrap her legs around my waist while I helped by holding onto her beautiful ass to start penetration, when I caught a glimpse of the nearby car lights. My mother's reaction was to hide her face and quickly lower her skirt. The car passed without incident but this was our wake-up call to understand the risk we were exposed to for being in a discreet place despite the darkness. Above the heat, my mother, still agitated, told me she wanted me so much that she wanted me inside her, but it would be better if we left. I agreed, as my house was just 2 blocks away which we walked quickly hand in hand. Locks were passing many things through my head, already a bit cold, but my idea of going to bed with Mom still prevailed. She was keeping silent and feared that by then she had already regretted it, but fortunately my suspicion was false because as soon as we were inside, I took her hand while looking at each other's eyes, and she hugged me, stroking my back, telling me 'now make me yours'. We gave a bolder kiss, giving tongue, taking off our clothes until she was left with her skirt and bra. I was in boxers and with nervous laughs, already seeing us in the light in that state, seeing between her black lace bra her large breasts which had fed my brothers and me; I told her she was very beautiful, besides almost not having a little belly, and she thanked me with her complicit smile, and took me by the hand to my room. My trembling due to excitement returned, as I had already removed her panty, so I only remained to take off her skirt and bra while she did the same with my boxers.
We hugged each other like ashamed of our nakedness, kissing more slowly and delicately, and little by little we fell onto the bed, she face up and I on my side without stopping kissing, caressing her beautiful breasts and belly until I gradually found her pubis, abundant and wavy, which I caressed with my extended hand while she caressed my chest and cock, which was already dripping again.
I dared to go further and slid my fingers over her swollen clitoris, making circles, which caused her body to agitate and her muffled gasps. The excitement from my touch was so great that soon she asked me to give it to her, to thrust my cock into her once for all, as it was what she most desired in the world.
I also wanted to be inside her, so I got up and could see her body in its entirety: her breasts slightly fallen but still firm, with those enormous nipples surrounded by large brown areolas about 6 cm in diameter, and then my eager gaze fell on her abundant and dense public hair. They were long and black, and the ones around her little mound shone because they were so wet.
This image excited me more and I couldn't help but feel like throwing myself headfirst between her little hole and devouring her juices with desperation, which tasted sweet with a hint of sourness to me. I could have stayed stuck to her precious nectar for a long time if my cock hadn't wanted its most prized booty.
So I settled in between her legs and, coating the head of my cock with the saliva dripping from her mother's little hole, I positioned it at the entrance and slowly let it go, as if to prolong the internal pleasure that possessed us. I felt like I was in heaven while my mother, feeling it, made a gesture of desperation and gasped, her body undulating like waves.
'Oh pussy, your cock tastes so good! I feel like I'm dying from pleasure,' she said, and I finished her off with a thrust that I drove all the way to the end. Millimeter of my garrote in her little one. The rest was glory and enjoyment, giving it a nail in her clogged hole that with each charge sounded chas, chas, chas, while we gave ourselves tremendous morreo. The pleasure I experienced was unimaginable and not even comparable to when I was with my ex-girlfriend, to the point where I felt like my life was leaving me with each charge inside mom, and I felt like my blood was boiling and my penis was growing inside her. I could hold on as long as I could but it was too much pleasure to prolong it, so I just whispered to mom that I was coming if she wanted me to pull out to avoid complications, but she only limited herself to saying give her all my cum, she wanted to feel burning her uterus and for me to charge hard. I was happy with her approval because it was what I most desired at that moment, simply closing with a golden brooch.
So I put my forearms through her back, grabbed her shoulders like to support myself in the moment when I attacked with violence the last thrusts, as if I wanted to completely enter into mom's womb, and out came like torpedoes long jets of semen that seemed never to end, at the same moment that I felt mom's contractions sucking my penis.
She raised the tone of her moans and pressed her hands on my sweaty buttocks.
I swear it was the best sex of my life until then, with so much pleasure and happiness never known before, that I could have died in that instant of relaxation and been satisfied with my passage through life.
I was exhausted, with my head on her shoulder, when I heard her whimpering.
I lifted my gaze and saw her with her eyes closed and tears escaping from them.
Surprised, I told her if she was okay and she took my head, gave me a kiss, and looking at me with her watery eyes told me that she was crying out of happiness because never in her life had she felt so much happiness and pleasure together, and that she thanked me for it.
I told her the same thing and said that the gratitude was hers for everything she had given me, including her best sex.
The rest of the night, we screwed with frenzy until 5 am, and each time I did it five more times, in different positions and always unloading my cum into her entrails.
Then I fell asleep and around 9 am, she woke me up to tell me she was leaving.
I asked her to stay but she said she had to go for my brothers and left.
Revitalized and better disposed for life thanks to mom, I returned to work and every night I masturbated remembering our sexual encounter.
Sometimes I wondered what she would be thinking now, with a cool head, and I held back the temptation of calling her, thinking that maybe she wouldn't want to know about me.
Finally, the temptation lasted until Friday night. when she calls. The note something apathetic although willing to dialogue; after finding out how it was and where they were I told her I wanted to see her, that she come tomorrow Saturday which was market day and pass by the house. She said she was thinking of sending my brothers to make some purchases but then she would go. The next day I got rid of myself at noon, had lunch, took a bath and around 2 pm they called my door. When I opened I felt that kind of shocks that weaken you when you're in love, realizing her presence. She greeted me with a smile and I saw her much more put together than normal, with a youthful braid to the side of her head and a pink skirt that was the only one that reached above her knee. I hugged her and she responded, intoxicatingly delicious perfume, and after finding out how things were at home and domestic stuff, I offered her a beer and we sat on the sofa and I wanted to know how she felt about what had happened. Before the question, she looked somewhat embarrassed and avoided looking at me, confessing that sometimes she felt bad for the unusual situation, with some fear of only thinking that someone else would find out about it, because people were so destructive, but that on the other hand it was something she had done consciously despite the little alcohol she had ingested, and that she didn't regret it because she had a good time, and that she would feel better if it helped me forget my ex. She told me I had succeeded because I no longer thought about her, and mom smiled satisfied passing her hand over my face. She also said she had felt committed when she let things get out of control but once the stone was thrown she was ready for anything, and that the mere idea of a simple kiss on the mouth warmed her up like it hadn't in a long time, because after dad's separation from me 4 years ago, sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night with a desire for a man between my legs but my subsequent departure from home had given me more hard because he had me like his man of the house, and that the fact of having slept with me was like recovering from it again. I was then moved by his confessions, and understood the depth of his loneliness, besides being young and still having my sexual needs intact. I gave him another beer and told him I would always be for her, that I understood her motivations and that thanks to her now I felt very happy because being inside her body was like a kind of healing for all the pains that plagued me, that being with her was the best thing that had happened to me and therefore I didn't regret it, that I didn't care what people thought, and that I couldn't stop thinking about being inside hers again. She took a sip of beer and turned red, telling me she also thought about it, but maybe it was better if we left it as a nice memory, besides scaring her that we were the only mother and son to have sex.
I thought that such a thought could be due to your low education, since you only attended school without finishing it, and I reminded her of the situation of a doña who was said to also sleep with one of her sons, and the case of two brothers living with their mother, and when she died they were already adults and soon after the sister got pregnant without knowing her boyfriend, and her brother ended a relationship because allegedly his girlfriend discovered their siblings' love life, since we always saw them together, and if that happened to our acquaintances, the rest of the world could be in similar conditions and we wouldn't be the only incestuous ones on the planet.
Perhaps more relaxed after what was said, my mother acknowledged that she desired me and lacked the will to leave me, but had fear that if there were more encounters it would become a habit and we would end badly. I tried to say something, but she anticipated saying something I didn't expect: if you want make me yours once more and then let's go back to doing things like before, she said with suggestive voice.
I didn't waste time and wrapped my arms around her and kissed her with delirium. Our hands multiplied caressing each other and soon we had an erection. I took off the shirt I was wearing and my mother did the same with her jacket; she unbuttoned her blouse, leaving her blue bra exposed, apart from desperation to give me the pleasure of sucking her nipples like a child.
My mother was pushed onto the sofa, and I was sucking her tits, while she grabbed my pants and underwear from behind and pulled them down, freeing my cock that was stiff, as she said ay pussy, I already want you inside because I'm dying to have your dick inside me. I won't pretend to be something I don't have, but if I must say I have a good tool, with its thickness standing out. Listening her say that was like a push, lifting her skirt high up, and I took off her panties which were already wet. accommodate her better, who opened up well with legs and lifted her little thing to my cock's disposal, so it could accommodate between her lips dripping with saliva and send her off with a thrust. My mother let out a scream and I searched for her lips to give us a good French kiss with tongue while my cock slid inside her vagina, sometimes pounding violently, sometimes slowing down to feel better her warmth and vaginal walls contracting. Soon I felt the proximity of my orgasm from how excited I was and gave her warning, aware that if she still had her period, she could get pregnant, even though we hadn't taken precautions the first time. She replied that she wanted me to come inside her so badly, but it would be better to avoid problems, so she suggested I pull out when I'm about to come and discharge on her pubic hair.
I did it that way, and although it was pleasant, it wasn't anything close to how I did it inside her. My mother spread the semen all over her hair, and she asked me to let her suck it, which I didn't refuse, doing it with such delicacy that after a minute, I think my cock was hard again. My mother thinking it was enough, went back to adjusting herself, offering me her swollen and red lips for my penis to return to its own. It was an incomparable delight to be inside Mom again, who didn't take long to come twice while embracing me with force and feeling her body tremble slightly, besides feeling her legs rigid around my waist, and I could feel her contractions in my penis at last. Then we changed positions, offering me her well-proportioned and beautiful ass, which before such an image I couldn't help but have my legs shake and see her flesh bouncing with each of my thrusts while holding onto her hips with force, it was giving me an additional plus to my excitement. We lasted for a good while until I came on her buttocks and on the opening of her bum. That afternoon we did it four times until Mom insisted on making herself go home as night fell, but since I had my motorcycle, I took her and also said hello to my brothers. From time to time we would call each other to see how we were doing and neither of us dared to touch the forbidden topic, as if we had full awareness of leaving it there, like a nice and unforgettable experience.
The Saturday after that, I didn't go down to the town either, and only called my mom on the following Saturday to ask if I could come the next day because she needed something from me.
I was punctual for lunchtime, and after that we were alone because my brothers had gone with some friends to a waterfall. Up until then, I had noticed Mom seemed a bit down, like something was worrying her.
So I figured my brothers must have been far away by then, and I invited myself to her room, closing the door securely. We sat on the bed, and I asked if anything was wrong, and she sighed deeply and looked at me with tears in her eyes, saying she had a 9-day delay and that this was worrying her.
I told her maybe it could be due to hormonal imbalance, and she admitted it sometimes happened, but usually her period was punctual and didn't go more than 3 days late, and if it did happen again, there would already have been 6 days of delay. My heart froze at that news, seeing the possible consequences of our intimate encounters.
I asked her to buy two pregnancy tests so we could be sure and get rid of any doubts. The next day, Monday, my mom called me around 10 am asking me to meet up at my house. I was invaded by anxiety and fear, expecting the unexpected. As soon as I saw Mom, I noticed a similar expression on her face. I asked if she had bought the tests, and she said she had done something better, and that she was coming from the hospital after taking the test.
'And what did it say?' I asked with my heart racing. My mom looked at me with an expression I couldn't define, whether it was fear or resignation. 'I'm pregnant. I already have a month,' she said finally.
And now that we're here, Ignacio, look where we've gotten to, he said. Then at that moment I felt transformed, and fleeting moments of our encounters flashed through my head, and the anxiety turned into joy and I told him that the only thing we were going to do was have this baby that was the fruit of our love, and she, in a reproachful tone, told me if I didn't think she would tell my brothers and family when it showed on her belly, that if not, there would be consequences. I told her that of course I did, and now only one thing interested me, and that was knowing what she wanted, if not, nothing I thought made sense. She kept silent for a while, thoughtful, and finally told me she didn't know, that none of this was expected, much less at her age. I told her to stay calm, that I was determined to have our baby, and how we would let the family know, since we would imagine something, so go home, take your time to think and when you resolve something, let me know.
I put on numbers and it was exactly one month after my cousin's wedding, so that night I got my mother pregnant at 47 years and a half, and in the following days I went to the internet to investigate cases of maternal incest and read comments about them from few forums with opinions for and against. It was like this how I found out about this SST page, and some of the comments on the incest forum calmed me down because they were impartial and non-judgmental, and I also thought that if we were adults who knew what we were doing consciously and didn't hurt anyone, it shouldn't affect us unless we wanted it to. Already with my conscience more tranquil, at night I would read erotic stories of maternal incest, which would heat me up until I finished masturbating, and I also started frequenting videos of pregnant women and everything related to them, and although the desire for my mother hadn't disappeared, it soon became more intense. Meanwhile, my communication with her was reduced to 2 calls a week just to know how she was, without pressuring her about her decision. And 20 days after I found out about her pregnancy, my mother called me saying she was in town and wanted to talk to me. I didn't pressure her at all and let her say what she had to say, and little later when we were inside the house, she told me she had made a decision. She said my support had helped her make it, so she was determined to have our baby against wind and tide, but she was worried about the risks of her age and the complications the baby might present. I told her that although they existed, I knew of cases where children were born healthy, and even being the child of different parents didn't guarantee there would never be possible problems. And what am I going to say when they ask about the father? she said, and I told her to just tell them it was with a A man of passage, an adventure and nothing more. She couldn't help but smile at my lie, telling me she didn't know how I would do it but that I had to invent a good story. We returned to silence and after a while she told me that in the middle of everything, pregnancy had something good, and that was finally going to free her from the harassment of a neighbor who was trying to win her over and was married, the very unhappy one. When I found out, I felt something similar to jealousy, and knowing who he was gave me pleasure to know that Mom wouldn't have given in to his demands.
As I had a loose shirt outside my pants, I told her right away if she already noticed, and she said she didn't know and got up from the chair, lifting her shirt and showing me her little belly, telling me tell me. Although she was almost two months pregnant, it seemed to me that her belly wasn't as pronounced and approaching her, I told her if I could touch it, which she approved with her head and my hand nervously caressed her skin, feeling instantly like my cock was waking up. Suddenly our eyes met 20 cm away, and impulsively I kissed her lips with a kiss she accepted. I feared she would reject me, but it was clear there was surrender and acceptance. What are you going to do now that you're going to be a dad? she said later, and I told her I would give her all my love and help as possible, and I kissed her again and rubbed her right breast above the shirt, when I wanted to take another step my mother stopped me, telling me it wasn't the right time considering her state and what she had been thinking about over the past few days. After that encounter a few days later my mother told my older sisters about her pregnancy and apparently their reaction was not positive, especially when they didn't know who the guy was with whom she had her adventure. My younger siblings were more surprised by the news but not angry, although they didn't understand why mom wouldn't give more details about the baby's father, except that he was an old acquaintance from a long time ago and had been in town for a few days. Another day my sisters confronted me and asked what I thought about it. I told them she was already grown up enough to know what she was doing, I didn't judge her, and I wouldn't turn my back on her when we needed each other most. But it's that she doesn't even tell us who the father of that creature is, Amanda, my older sister, said, to which I replied that I didn't understand either, but if that was her decision then I had to respect it. The thing is that with the passage of days and with the notoriety of her belly button, my sisters' annoyance faded away and they became very fond of her, and excited about her new little brother, just like my younger brothers.
My mother looked much prettier to me, confirming what they say about pregnancy being good for women, and I was worried about her having enough and not being asked to do too much. Luckily, I've always been a good saver and had some money set aside to cover expenses. One day my sister Daniela came to visit from Medellin, so I gave her a significant amount of money and told her to take Mom back to Medellin and buy her clothes for her condition. The next day my mother called to thank me, although she didn't agree that I was wasting the money that way. I told her I wasn't wasting it because I was investing in the best investment. A week before she would have completed her first trimester, my brothers and nephews came to celebrate my 25th birthday at my house. When we were alone for a moment, I asked what her gift was, and she said if I waited a little longer, she'd give it to me another day. And even though we hadn't been together again, I didn't lose faith. A week later, she called to ask if I could dedicate the afternoon to her. I arranged things at the workshop and that's what happened. At home, chatting, she told me that a few days earlier she had run into the neighbor who was courting her, and pointing to her belly, he had said and this? without hiding his annoyance, and she proudly replied that this was the fruit of love for the man she now loved, and then left immediately without saying anything. I told her she did well and not to let what others say affect her.
That day I was wearing one of the outfits I had bought, it was an overalls type with straps and a light blue color. You could already see something of pancita underneath and she looked very good. I told her that every day she was more beautiful, 'and more horny' she said, letting out a nervous giggle. 'And all these days, you owe me my birthday gift' I said. Then she shortened the distance between us on the sofa and taking my face in her hands kissed me with her sweet and moist lips, sinking her tongue and biting my lower lip as she left my mouth. 'What did you think of my gift?' she said smiling; I told her it was tasty but not enough and we went back to kissing and undressing slowly until we were naked inside. When I saw her in that state, her wider hips, rounder legs, and slightly swollen breasts were more noticeable. Another thing that surprised me was her lingerie, very sexy with a thong I didn't know. 'And that thong?' I asked, and she told me it was because she knew I would like it. I told her yes because it made me hornier seeing her with it. Mom had told me she knew I would like it and that with the money she had sent with my sister, she had bought some sets like that. We went to the bedroom and saw how her thong marked her bulging bum, which got me going a thousand. I sucked her beautiful nipples for a good while and when I took off her thong, her little swollen and sloppy clitoris was noticeable. She opened her legs wide and asked me to stick my dick in her, saying she felt very turned on. It had been more than two months since I had been inside her and listening to her suppliant voice elevated my appetite beyond control. So I entered her slowly so that we could both savor the hot contact of each other at maximum. Then we went back to our routine, fucking her with rapid bursts and sometimes making slow penetration, and what was good was that now we didn't have to think about ejaculation, leaving all my semen inside her warm vagina.
My mother was more fiery than before, more uninhibited and lustful as it seemed she was entering the cycle where her hormones were at a thousand and they asked for cock in abundance.
We didn't take long to come and I attacked with force for greater pleasure of both, and fell exhausted but she began to suck my cock all wet and soon regained life and she begged me like crazy.
We did it three more times that afternoon until my penis hurt from being so red, and I could only rest a little and bring mom home.
From then on, mom's sexual appetite became insatiable, and if it weren't for our activities and the distance, she would have wanted me every day between her legs.
However, we managed to be together twice a week and market day.
During the week, I'd wake up early with an excuse to visit her, and as soon as my brothers went to their study, we'd lock ourselves in her room and screw until we couldn't anymore.
Many times mom would only lift her skirt and walk around without panties to save time, or simply put on a bathrobe with nothing underneath.
On other occasions, I'd visit her at night, and since it's customary in the countryside for my brothers to go to sleep by 8, I'd stay with her in the kitchen for another half hour or an hour until we were convinced they were sleeping peacefully, then we'd lock ourselves back up and put on music at low volume as a distraction, and we'd screw for a couple of hours whenever possible.
A Sunday I went to visit them, my brothers returned to go with their friends to the waterfalls, and calculating that they were already there, we got into the room to fuck.
A couple of hours later she came out of the room and heard a scream and the subsequent and what are you doing here? I finished getting dressed and when I went out, I realized my brothers had already returned and were watching TV.
Almost died thinking the worst, and in my mother's gaze I could also see her trying to hide her shock.
However, my 12-year-old sister told us that they had arrived about 10 minutes earlier and thinking we were taking a nap, they had decided to turn on the low TV.
Apparently, we got lucky, and from then on we took more care.
Our addiction increased one for another and everything obeyed because sex was getting better every time.
She would tell me that her body was fiery like never before, and that she had never enjoyed it so much in her life, and although her libido always skyrocketed during her pregnancies, now it seemed to multiply by 5 times more, to the point of feeling shame when thinking about it.
And also said that she had never experienced orgasms as intense and less frequent, and that she never imagined that making love could reach such pleasure as now.
So great was her need for cock that when she began her sixth month, coinciding with the end of classes, she proposed to my brothers if they wanted to spend their two-month vacation with the grandparents.
My sister accepted but my brother preferred to go where my sister Amanda, who finally accepted after telling him that considering her last trimester and the vacation period, she wanted to reduce the workload and stress that my brothers could generate at home and be quiet for medical recommendation.
Although there was some truth to it, Amanda had told her that she understood but didn't think it was a good idea to stay alone. I had been right, so I thought about telling myself to stay with her while the vacations were passing. Amanda had told me that if I accepted, then she would be more relaxed. Obviously, I was going to accept gladly, and as soon as I packed their suitcases and sent them off to their respective destinations, that same night I stayed with her and we made love until midnight. Luckily, our nearby neighbors were about 100 meters away, although they sometimes walked by at night, the dogs would alert us and Mom would lower the volume of her moans.
The first three weeks we did it every night and then we would do it day by day, or not at all for 2 or 3 days depending on how her belly was growing, and because despite the fever she already felt a little fatigued.
A week before she turned 7 months old, we were starting our thing and after removing her bra, the swollen breasts with prominent veins, and after sucking them for a few seconds I felt a sweet taste in my mouth, which when I removed it, we saw a stream of cum shooting out of her long nipple.
That drove me crazy and from then on, before she came, I would spend a good time sucking those tits that had grown a few sizes, and mom would have orgasms that left her breathless.
I became so addicted to her cum that sometimes in the middle of the night I would wake up and couldn't resist the temptation to take one of her tits out of her pajamas and suck it until we went back to screwing.
The last month we decided to spend it at my house and my sister Amanda took care of my brothers who had gone back to classes.
During that time we only did cucharita or bedside border and I bought a video camera to record us having sex, and I'd take pictures on my phone that later helped me a lot after giving birth.
We screwed until the day before the delivery, which went smoothly naturally, bringing into the world a very healthy baby boy by good fortune.
My sister Amanda was taking care of me for a week and then my mother took over by herself.
Everyone was happy and my aunts would come to visit our new nephew, bringing clothes and toys.
Sometimes I got annoyed with all the visitors but understood it when I just wanted to be alone with her and our son.
I still remember the day my mother came home from the hospital, when I woke up early and went to my room to see what she needed.
She asked for a glass of water because she was being bothered by thirst, and when I returned, I found her sitting on the bed with her pajama top open wide because she was massaging her breasts.
I almost fell over at that image: it was as if her tits had grown twice their size overnight and were now enormous, with a super areola about 8 cm in diameter, all swollen and punctured.
Wednesday mom, look how your titties have gotten, I managed to say, to which she replied that they were full of milk and hurt, but that she knew some herbs that would relieve it and already had them ready.
I offered to help her with them, but she said it wasn't a good idea for now because it could infect the baby, so she would express them if necessary.
A month after giving birth, my mother left my house and returned to the countryside.
During her stay, she was only willing to give me some comforting kisses.
Some nights I had to catch myself just thinking about going back to being with her, and all it took was the memory of her breasts shooting out milk like on more than one occasion, for that image to get me off and give me a good wank.
Until finally my abstinence ended one night at a party in town.
Just as I had felt something similar to jealousy when I found out about the guy who was after my mother, it's very likely that she went through something similar that night.
We were many from the family, including my brothers, cousins, and some uncles and aunts drinking in a tavern.
It was already around 10 pm. pm and I found myself talking to my ex-study partner, who one of my cousins had charmed at the wedding of my cousin's wife, and it seemed almost certain that she would have a night of debauchery. I actually don't drink much, but by that hour I was already on my fifth beer. From time to time, I'd look over at my mother who was sitting in a corner with an aunt and sister-in-law, and always found her looking at me seriously. A little later, she came up to me and apologized to my interlocutor for taking me away, saying she wanted to rest a bit. Maybe because of the conversation we were having, which was a bit bold, and the effect of the alcohol, I felt a bit tipsy. When I wanted to go back out into the house, my mother told me to stay with her for a while and asked what I was in such a hurry to leave. I said there was no particular reason and that I'd stay for a bit. Our son had fallen asleep soon after. My mother put him down in a crib she had there, and went back to the living room rubbing her breast, which hadn't been fed to the baby. I asked what she was doing, and she said it was just coming out and she was massaging herself so it wouldn't leak again. And why don't you try expressing it? I suggested, and she said it hurt her nipple and she preferred it to come out on its own, but when she dried off in the bra, there was a not very pleasant smell left. I got up from the sofa and told her I was leaving, and she said that was fine, but before I went, could I give her a kiss like we used to? Then she stood up and looked at me closely with her eyes. She was agitated, with her mouth slightly open, tempting. We slowly started moving closer and kissed passionately, and she began to caress my back with her hands, and when I felt fully erect, I told her maybe it would be better if we just left things as they were because she wouldn't go any further and I wouldn't want to start something. She said this night would be different because she was feeling the desire again and wanted me to make love to her until she couldn't anymore. In a flash, we were half-naked, and when my lips left her neck... I grabbed my head and directed it towards her full tit filled with cum. I couldn't believe that now her manjar was finally mine, with that beautiful nipple that was the reason for my orgasms. The feeling of her sweet cum filling my mouth was a pleasure that could cause a heart attack. Maybe because of her excitement, her cum came out in propulsion and I couldn't keep up with swallowing it until she asked us to go to the room where we finished undressing and opened our legs, letting me insert my cock into her dripping pussy. It had been 46 days since her delivery so that the delights of my mother would be back. I was pounding her without hesitation and she said give me more cock pussy, give it all. She came twice and when I felt my orgasm coming, I warned her; she asked me to speed up, to give it harder, to want my cum deep inside, and not to worry because she had already been operated on so that my cum wouldn't leave her. This news overexcited me and I felt a pleasant tingling sensation in the head of my penis, followed by the subsequent expulsion of jets and jets of semen that seemed to have no end. As soon as we recovered our breath and were conscious of the risk we were taking, we decided that I would leave and propose to my younger brothers if they stayed with my sister Amanda, which they accepted, and I told her I was going to sleep because I was tired and mom was staying with me, so I asked her not to disturb us and not to let my brothers do it either so that mom could rest well. Amanda agreed and we said goodbye. On returning, I found my mother as she had left, naked on the bed, covered by a blanket up to the waist and breastfeeding again. When I saw her like that, my trance came back to life like a spring and undressing myself, I got next to her and grabbed her other tit. She put her arm around my back and closed her eyes and moaned lustfully while she grasped my penis, moving the foreskin up and down until her hand was full of saliva. I had done my thing with my hand on her little one, putting in my fingers and caressing her clitoris, and it was so hot that she asked me to nail her from the side because our baby wasn't letting go of its thick nipple. So we found ourselves in a spooning position and while she and I were enjoying penetration, squeezing her free breast that was shooting cum that made me feel even fuller seeing that, our baby was nursing quietly, giving mom maximum pleasure as she didn't delay in coming like a faucet. It was one of our best encounters and from then on sex with mom was back every time we could. Three years have passed since she got pregnant, and each of our sexual encounters is better, especially during her lactation, which she still maintains because I've become addicted to her cum, sucking her thick nipples, and getting hard like never when she's on top of me and I see her nipples start shooting cum uncontrollably at the exact moment she feels the proximity of her orgasm. And I found out that what they say in some forums is true: incestuous sex is the best in the world.
Published report originally on SexoSinTabues.com by Anonymous.
Hey, I'll start by introducing myself, I'm Ignacio, as my job demands, I measure 1.
77, I don't consider myself that attractive and I'm dark-skinned like my father.
I am from a town 65 km away from Medellín, Colombia.
Before all I apologize for the lack of orthography, because I'm not good at that, thing of accents and writing.
Good here goes my story.
Everything started when I was 24 years old and I was in a relationship that had already lasted 5 years, until my girlfriend decided to end it and the breakup hit me really hard, making me depressed.
As I come from a family with scarce resources, I only finished high school and immediately started working at a motorcycle repair shop that allowed me to become independent in three years, so I moved into a small apartment in the town. After depression made me stop going to work, my worried family decided to take me back home, which is located in the mountains, on the main road, and an hour away from the town. My mother lives at home with my 11-year-old sister and my 8-year-old brother at that time. I have two other sisters, the older one who was 26 years old and already had two children of 7 and 5, and my younger sister who was 19 years old and went to work in Medellín. My father had separated from my mother four years earlier because he moved in with another woman. At home, I spent a few days feeling down, as they call it around here, and my mother was very attentive and caring about my recovery. Despite being a woman who didn't have much education and grew up in the countryside, she has always been a loving and indulgent person. When I felt better, an occasion arose to leave home due to the marriage of a cousin. At first, I didn't think about leaving because I didn't want to, but my mother kept insisting day after day, just like my sisters when they came to visit us, until they managed to convince me. Already feeling more cheerful, the day of the wedding I put on my best dress and went with my mother and brothers to the church. In gratitude for my mother's hospitality and my siblings', I had given her some money so she could buy something for the occasion. My mother bought shoes and jackets for my brothers, while she got a black shirt, a white skirt, and high heels that made her look very rejuvenated and beautiful. Her skirt was white, very tight, making her waistband and her nice pronounced booty visible; her black shirt, slightly transparent, came out with a black jacket and black high heel shoes. after walking around for 47 and a half years, and the haircut my sister gave me doesn't clash with my outfit. Describing her a bit, I'd say she's 1.68 cm tall, fair-skinned, hair somewhat monotonous, as we call it here to the blondes, at mid-back length with freckles on the forehead; she has a sturdy body, well-proportioned backside and paradisical, and has normal-sized breasts, I'd say, neither very small nor large, suitable for a mother who has breastfed five children, and has nice features, with a pointed nose, honey eyes, and fine and thin lips. The reception took place in a salon near the village. During the evening my mother was bothering me with some girls, friends and acquaintances, to approach them, but I wasn't willing to follow her game. Otherwise she and my sisters made an effort to keep my spirits up and even made me dance a couple of songs with my mother and take a couple of whiskeys, something I rarely drink. Already around midnight, bored with all the commotion, I told them I was going home. They tried to dissuade me but I stood firm, telling them to stay calm, that I was going to sleep because I felt tired. My older sister told me to hold on a bit and went to talk to the others. Apparently they talked among themselves, thinking I might still do something crazy due to my recent relationship, and after a while my mother came to tell me if I wanted to leave she would go with me. I refused, saying there was no need, even though she was enjoying the party, but she insisted on going with me. I then said that in reality I thought of going home because of the proximity, so there was no reason for her to accompany me and stay with my brothers and the rest of the family. She said it didn't matter, as my two younger brothers were going to stay with my grandparents. Finally I tried to tell her that if she went because she was scared I might do something, that There was no need to worry because I was already fine and my separation was a test passed, but still there wasn't enough power to convince her.
We said goodbye and left after 12 pm, and she asked where we were going.
I told her that on our shoes because there was nothing else, hoping she would regret her new shoes, but she made a gesture of resignation and held onto my arm ready for the 15-minute walk to my residence.
We went talking about things from the party, Fulana's and Sutana's dresses, Sutan's funny dance, and who were getting drunk.
We laughed at all this, it was a fresh night and only crickets could be heard.
We walked embracing because besides her shoes hurting, especially on a route where they were fixing the road to repave it.
When we got to a spot, already at the entrance of the town where two streetlights didn't work, I stopped to answer a call from a cousin asking about my whereabouts because an ex-classmate who was at the party knew I liked her and was asking about me.
I told him I had left and that even if I had something assured with her, for nothing in the world would I go back.
My mother, who had been paying attention to my communication, wanted to know who Fulana was, and then she told me to take notice that a woman wouldn't leave me stuck.
She complained about the cold and asked me to give her a hug and hold her tight.
I buried my nose in her neck and her perfume enveloped me with delight, and my arms welcomed her better on her back, massaging her with the intention of attracting the heat she needed.
Taking advantage of how comfortable we were in that position, I had the opportunity to thank her for all her assistance and help with me, she hugged me tighter, telling me she would do anything for her children, that she would always be there for us, and that she would find a woman who would value me. I'd like to, praising her beauty at the same time, as she said, and without expecting it, under her hand and I grabbed her butt, while she was smiling and telling me I had good pompis. Far from bothering me, I told her what I was doing and she laughed, grabbing my butt again, asking if I asked why. I protested again, laughing at her boldness, telling her that if she kept it up, I wouldn't respond to her. Without letting go of our hug at any moment, she continued the game, challenging me to see what she could do, and went back to touching me. Then I grabbed her Booty, which because her skirt was so tight, I could feel its roundness and firmness widely. She imitated my gesture with two hands squeezing my Booty, and squeezed her left butt cheek, and in another impulse, my left hand rested on her right breast, which I pressed softly, feeling it of good volume, remaining for a few seconds, sufficient for me to feel like desire was exploding inside me. Without having stopped laughing at our antics, she let go of my Booty and went back around my waist just like I did. Dazed perhaps by the handling, but beyond that being an innocent game, we kept silent, not deciding whether to continue on our way, sheltered by the useless streetlights' darkness, until she surprised me with a question, wanting to know if I still missed my ex-girlfriend. With humility, I acknowledged that a little bit, especially her kisses. She told me there was no problem, because she would give me all the ones I wanted. I laughed with some sadness, and then she asked for a kiss, which I gave her on the cheek. Thanks for that she said, but I want one on the mouth to erase the ones from that woman who didn't deserve you, unless you don't want to give them to me. At that moment, I thought it was all due to the drinks she had been drinking, although I hadn't drunk more than 2 or 3 beers and a couple of whiskeys, and wasn't drunk, but rather tipsy, as we call it here. And on the other hand, her offer returned. To set me on fire, feeling that anxious tingling in my penis and stomach, and I thought my mother didn't deserve to be slighted, even if it was a intimate kiss, for everything she had done for me. I told her jokingly that if she wasn't afraid of being overwhelmed and she said it didn't matter as long as it helped me forget about that wretched woman once and for all. Those words set me on fire, embracing my mom more tightly, who seemed to be excited by the agitation of her breathing in my ear.Then, letting myself be carried away and being aware that she had left the ball in my field, and taking advantage of her neck being uncovered since her hair was tied up in a braid, I started giving her kisses on it, advancing slowly until our lips met, joining them for a few brief seconds without movement, almost stuck together, like waiting for someone to dare take the next step, which I did by adding movement and my mother responding similarly, letting herself be carried away and making it a little longer until she separated, reinforced her hug and said to me: kiss tasty my love.We could feel the mutual tremor due to the passion of the forbidden, and in that moment I went back to searching for her lips which were waiting for me with desire because this time her kiss was not as anticipated as the previous one, but rather more daring if you will, and full of surrender.
At that point, I had already been fully erect and losing control of reason, I grabbed her booty again, caressing it desperately while my mother literally devoured my mouth with madness, as if it were the last thing left for her to do in life.
We only took air to kiss our necks, cheeks until the ears, to go back to our lips with desperation. Her lips were like I could have imagined them: soft, warm and moist, just how I like them and that's when there was good connection between us.
Even aware that we were very exposed in the middle of the street, I remembered that before the light turned on at the next lamppost, there was a lot in the middle of two houses where I could take her and we got in almost halfway, sticking to my mother against the wall of one of the houses, and we kept devouring each other beautifully, and I told her I had gotten so hot that I desired her as a woman, to which she responded: ay my love, I'm the same way and I desire you just as much. And it was like with that mutual confession, we had jumped over the last moral censorship to become complete lovers. While she continued to caress me back and my chest beneath my sack, and only sometimes passing her hand over my member above the pants, I went further grabbing her breasts, which were sagging above her blouse, and as she had me leaning against the wall, I sent my hand under her skirt and taking advantage that she wasn't wearing stockings because even my mother couldn't give herself that pleasure, I lifted her little thing over her panty, which was already dripping with liquid, and I could feel the swelling of her lips and how big they were. My mother let herself be done with pleasure, opening her legs so that my hand could better explore her, and she started to prefer muffled moans because it was getting hot. In my madness, I well-lubricated my fingers with her juices and took them to my mouth, sucking them frenetically and giving her another kiss. She was already rubbing me more often than my member hurt from being so erect inside the pants, and I asked her to take it out, an order that my mother didn't make wait and with her trembling hands almost couldn't untangle my belt or unbutton my pants, and when she finally could do it, finishing by lowering the zipper, I let out a sigh of relief at the same time as I pulled up my underwear above my knees and grabbed my cock that was covered in preseminal liquid, which made it easy for my mother to slide her hand over all my shaft. You have a big one, pussy she said biting my ear, and I had already taken off her skirt and unbuttoned it, and by removing the strap from her bra, I lowered the right cup and pressed against her nipple that felt hard and enormous, sucking it with desperation while my right hand went back under her skirt, and it wasn't until I touched her little thing that I felt like a hot water jug had soaked me completely, and the subsequent moan of pleasure from my mother at the same time as she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, saying: what tasty pussy, what tasty. I took her fluids back to my mouth again and also said... put my fingers in her mouth, sucking them with desire. When I pulled out my mother between muffled moans she said: “I want it, pussy, I want it, give it to me, my love, please give it to me”. Not even when I was with my girlfriend did those words get me as hot, especially in that tone of pleading that my mother used, which provoked me, although you may not believe it, to make my cock shoot a stream of semen that landed on Mom's belly. To make the moment more exciting I told her if she really wanted it and she started moving up and down on my shaft telling me yes, that she desired it, that I should go ahead and do it for love of God. Then she leaned in closer and began to lift her skirt which got stuck on her thighs because they were so open, and she herself lifted it all the way up to her waist, tying it with a knot and then pulling out her panty and putting it in her jacket pocket. Later she came around my neck again with her arms, biting my ear, and I grabbed onto her ass which I remembered with her skirt adjusted, making them look bulging and provocative just like they felt now, massaging them with desperation while my cock was rubbing against her clitoris and pubic hair. I dug in deeper on the floor and asked my mother to push herself up and wrap her legs around my waist while I helped by holding onto her beautiful ass to start penetration, when I caught a glimpse of the nearby car lights. My mother's reaction was to hide her face and quickly lower her skirt. The car passed without incident but this was our wake-up call to understand the risk we were exposed to for being in a discreet place despite the darkness. Above the heat, my mother, still agitated, told me she wanted me so much that she wanted me inside her, but it would be better if we left. I agreed, as my house was just 2 blocks away which we walked quickly hand in hand. Locks were passing many things through my head, already a bit cold, but my idea of going to bed with Mom still prevailed. She was keeping silent and feared that by then she had already regretted it, but fortunately my suspicion was false because as soon as we were inside, I took her hand while looking at each other's eyes, and she hugged me, stroking my back, telling me 'now make me yours'. We gave a bolder kiss, giving tongue, taking off our clothes until she was left with her skirt and bra. I was in boxers and with nervous laughs, already seeing us in the light in that state, seeing between her black lace bra her large breasts which had fed my brothers and me; I told her she was very beautiful, besides almost not having a little belly, and she thanked me with her complicit smile, and took me by the hand to my room. My trembling due to excitement returned, as I had already removed her panty, so I only remained to take off her skirt and bra while she did the same with my boxers.
We hugged each other like ashamed of our nakedness, kissing more slowly and delicately, and little by little we fell onto the bed, she face up and I on my side without stopping kissing, caressing her beautiful breasts and belly until I gradually found her pubis, abundant and wavy, which I caressed with my extended hand while she caressed my chest and cock, which was already dripping again.I dared to go further and slid my fingers over her swollen clitoris, making circles, which caused her body to agitate and her muffled gasps. The excitement from my touch was so great that soon she asked me to give it to her, to thrust my cock into her once for all, as it was what she most desired in the world.
I also wanted to be inside her, so I got up and could see her body in its entirety: her breasts slightly fallen but still firm, with those enormous nipples surrounded by large brown areolas about 6 cm in diameter, and then my eager gaze fell on her abundant and dense public hair. They were long and black, and the ones around her little mound shone because they were so wet.
This image excited me more and I couldn't help but feel like throwing myself headfirst between her little hole and devouring her juices with desperation, which tasted sweet with a hint of sourness to me. I could have stayed stuck to her precious nectar for a long time if my cock hadn't wanted its most prized booty.
So I settled in between her legs and, coating the head of my cock with the saliva dripping from her mother's little hole, I positioned it at the entrance and slowly let it go, as if to prolong the internal pleasure that possessed us. I felt like I was in heaven while my mother, feeling it, made a gesture of desperation and gasped, her body undulating like waves.
'Oh pussy, your cock tastes so good! I feel like I'm dying from pleasure,' she said, and I finished her off with a thrust that I drove all the way to the end. Millimeter of my garrote in her little one. The rest was glory and enjoyment, giving it a nail in her clogged hole that with each charge sounded chas, chas, chas, while we gave ourselves tremendous morreo. The pleasure I experienced was unimaginable and not even comparable to when I was with my ex-girlfriend, to the point where I felt like my life was leaving me with each charge inside mom, and I felt like my blood was boiling and my penis was growing inside her. I could hold on as long as I could but it was too much pleasure to prolong it, so I just whispered to mom that I was coming if she wanted me to pull out to avoid complications, but she only limited herself to saying give her all my cum, she wanted to feel burning her uterus and for me to charge hard. I was happy with her approval because it was what I most desired at that moment, simply closing with a golden brooch.
So I put my forearms through her back, grabbed her shoulders like to support myself in the moment when I attacked with violence the last thrusts, as if I wanted to completely enter into mom's womb, and out came like torpedoes long jets of semen that seemed never to end, at the same moment that I felt mom's contractions sucking my penis.She raised the tone of her moans and pressed her hands on my sweaty buttocks.
I swear it was the best sex of my life until then, with so much pleasure and happiness never known before, that I could have died in that instant of relaxation and been satisfied with my passage through life.
I was exhausted, with my head on her shoulder, when I heard her whimpering.
I lifted my gaze and saw her with her eyes closed and tears escaping from them.
Surprised, I told her if she was okay and she took my head, gave me a kiss, and looking at me with her watery eyes told me that she was crying out of happiness because never in her life had she felt so much happiness and pleasure together, and that she thanked me for it.
I told her the same thing and said that the gratitude was hers for everything she had given me, including her best sex.
The rest of the night, we screwed with frenzy until 5 am, and each time I did it five more times, in different positions and always unloading my cum into her entrails.
Then I fell asleep and around 9 am, she woke me up to tell me she was leaving.
I asked her to stay but she said she had to go for my brothers and left.
Revitalized and better disposed for life thanks to mom, I returned to work and every night I masturbated remembering our sexual encounter.
Sometimes I wondered what she would be thinking now, with a cool head, and I held back the temptation of calling her, thinking that maybe she wouldn't want to know about me.
Finally, the temptation lasted until Friday night. when she calls. The note something apathetic although willing to dialogue; after finding out how it was and where they were I told her I wanted to see her, that she come tomorrow Saturday which was market day and pass by the house. She said she was thinking of sending my brothers to make some purchases but then she would go. The next day I got rid of myself at noon, had lunch, took a bath and around 2 pm they called my door. When I opened I felt that kind of shocks that weaken you when you're in love, realizing her presence. She greeted me with a smile and I saw her much more put together than normal, with a youthful braid to the side of her head and a pink skirt that was the only one that reached above her knee. I hugged her and she responded, intoxicatingly delicious perfume, and after finding out how things were at home and domestic stuff, I offered her a beer and we sat on the sofa and I wanted to know how she felt about what had happened. Before the question, she looked somewhat embarrassed and avoided looking at me, confessing that sometimes she felt bad for the unusual situation, with some fear of only thinking that someone else would find out about it, because people were so destructive, but that on the other hand it was something she had done consciously despite the little alcohol she had ingested, and that she didn't regret it because she had a good time, and that she would feel better if it helped me forget my ex. She told me I had succeeded because I no longer thought about her, and mom smiled satisfied passing her hand over my face. She also said she had felt committed when she let things get out of control but once the stone was thrown she was ready for anything, and that the mere idea of a simple kiss on the mouth warmed her up like it hadn't in a long time, because after dad's separation from me 4 years ago, sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night with a desire for a man between my legs but my subsequent departure from home had given me more hard because he had me like his man of the house, and that the fact of having slept with me was like recovering from it again. I was then moved by his confessions, and understood the depth of his loneliness, besides being young and still having my sexual needs intact. I gave him another beer and told him I would always be for her, that I understood her motivations and that thanks to her now I felt very happy because being inside her body was like a kind of healing for all the pains that plagued me, that being with her was the best thing that had happened to me and therefore I didn't regret it, that I didn't care what people thought, and that I couldn't stop thinking about being inside hers again. She took a sip of beer and turned red, telling me she also thought about it, but maybe it was better if we left it as a nice memory, besides scaring her that we were the only mother and son to have sex.
I thought that such a thought could be due to your low education, since you only attended school without finishing it, and I reminded her of the situation of a doña who was said to also sleep with one of her sons, and the case of two brothers living with their mother, and when she died they were already adults and soon after the sister got pregnant without knowing her boyfriend, and her brother ended a relationship because allegedly his girlfriend discovered their siblings' love life, since we always saw them together, and if that happened to our acquaintances, the rest of the world could be in similar conditions and we wouldn't be the only incestuous ones on the planet.Perhaps more relaxed after what was said, my mother acknowledged that she desired me and lacked the will to leave me, but had fear that if there were more encounters it would become a habit and we would end badly. I tried to say something, but she anticipated saying something I didn't expect: if you want make me yours once more and then let's go back to doing things like before, she said with suggestive voice.
I didn't waste time and wrapped my arms around her and kissed her with delirium. Our hands multiplied caressing each other and soon we had an erection. I took off the shirt I was wearing and my mother did the same with her jacket; she unbuttoned her blouse, leaving her blue bra exposed, apart from desperation to give me the pleasure of sucking her nipples like a child.
My mother was pushed onto the sofa, and I was sucking her tits, while she grabbed my pants and underwear from behind and pulled them down, freeing my cock that was stiff, as she said ay pussy, I already want you inside because I'm dying to have your dick inside me. I won't pretend to be something I don't have, but if I must say I have a good tool, with its thickness standing out. Listening her say that was like a push, lifting her skirt high up, and I took off her panties which were already wet. accommodate her better, who opened up well with legs and lifted her little thing to my cock's disposal, so it could accommodate between her lips dripping with saliva and send her off with a thrust. My mother let out a scream and I searched for her lips to give us a good French kiss with tongue while my cock slid inside her vagina, sometimes pounding violently, sometimes slowing down to feel better her warmth and vaginal walls contracting. Soon I felt the proximity of my orgasm from how excited I was and gave her warning, aware that if she still had her period, she could get pregnant, even though we hadn't taken precautions the first time. She replied that she wanted me to come inside her so badly, but it would be better to avoid problems, so she suggested I pull out when I'm about to come and discharge on her pubic hair.
I did it that way, and although it was pleasant, it wasn't anything close to how I did it inside her. My mother spread the semen all over her hair, and she asked me to let her suck it, which I didn't refuse, doing it with such delicacy that after a minute, I think my cock was hard again. My mother thinking it was enough, went back to adjusting herself, offering me her swollen and red lips for my penis to return to its own. It was an incomparable delight to be inside Mom again, who didn't take long to come twice while embracing me with force and feeling her body tremble slightly, besides feeling her legs rigid around my waist, and I could feel her contractions in my penis at last. Then we changed positions, offering me her well-proportioned and beautiful ass, which before such an image I couldn't help but have my legs shake and see her flesh bouncing with each of my thrusts while holding onto her hips with force, it was giving me an additional plus to my excitement. We lasted for a good while until I came on her buttocks and on the opening of her bum. That afternoon we did it four times until Mom insisted on making herself go home as night fell, but since I had my motorcycle, I took her and also said hello to my brothers. From time to time we would call each other to see how we were doing and neither of us dared to touch the forbidden topic, as if we had full awareness of leaving it there, like a nice and unforgettable experience.The Saturday after that, I didn't go down to the town either, and only called my mom on the following Saturday to ask if I could come the next day because she needed something from me.I was punctual for lunchtime, and after that we were alone because my brothers had gone with some friends to a waterfall. Up until then, I had noticed Mom seemed a bit down, like something was worrying her.
So I figured my brothers must have been far away by then, and I invited myself to her room, closing the door securely. We sat on the bed, and I asked if anything was wrong, and she sighed deeply and looked at me with tears in her eyes, saying she had a 9-day delay and that this was worrying her.
I told her maybe it could be due to hormonal imbalance, and she admitted it sometimes happened, but usually her period was punctual and didn't go more than 3 days late, and if it did happen again, there would already have been 6 days of delay. My heart froze at that news, seeing the possible consequences of our intimate encounters.
I asked her to buy two pregnancy tests so we could be sure and get rid of any doubts. The next day, Monday, my mom called me around 10 am asking me to meet up at my house. I was invaded by anxiety and fear, expecting the unexpected. As soon as I saw Mom, I noticed a similar expression on her face. I asked if she had bought the tests, and she said she had done something better, and that she was coming from the hospital after taking the test.
'And what did it say?' I asked with my heart racing. My mom looked at me with an expression I couldn't define, whether it was fear or resignation. 'I'm pregnant. I already have a month,' she said finally.
And now that we're here, Ignacio, look where we've gotten to, he said. Then at that moment I felt transformed, and fleeting moments of our encounters flashed through my head, and the anxiety turned into joy and I told him that the only thing we were going to do was have this baby that was the fruit of our love, and she, in a reproachful tone, told me if I didn't think she would tell my brothers and family when it showed on her belly, that if not, there would be consequences. I told her that of course I did, and now only one thing interested me, and that was knowing what she wanted, if not, nothing I thought made sense. She kept silent for a while, thoughtful, and finally told me she didn't know, that none of this was expected, much less at her age. I told her to stay calm, that I was determined to have our baby, and how we would let the family know, since we would imagine something, so go home, take your time to think and when you resolve something, let me know.I put on numbers and it was exactly one month after my cousin's wedding, so that night I got my mother pregnant at 47 years and a half, and in the following days I went to the internet to investigate cases of maternal incest and read comments about them from few forums with opinions for and against. It was like this how I found out about this SST page, and some of the comments on the incest forum calmed me down because they were impartial and non-judgmental, and I also thought that if we were adults who knew what we were doing consciously and didn't hurt anyone, it shouldn't affect us unless we wanted it to. Already with my conscience more tranquil, at night I would read erotic stories of maternal incest, which would heat me up until I finished masturbating, and I also started frequenting videos of pregnant women and everything related to them, and although the desire for my mother hadn't disappeared, it soon became more intense. Meanwhile, my communication with her was reduced to 2 calls a week just to know how she was, without pressuring her about her decision. And 20 days after I found out about her pregnancy, my mother called me saying she was in town and wanted to talk to me. I didn't pressure her at all and let her say what she had to say, and little later when we were inside the house, she told me she had made a decision. She said my support had helped her make it, so she was determined to have our baby against wind and tide, but she was worried about the risks of her age and the complications the baby might present. I told her that although they existed, I knew of cases where children were born healthy, and even being the child of different parents didn't guarantee there would never be possible problems. And what am I going to say when they ask about the father? she said, and I told her to just tell them it was with a A man of passage, an adventure and nothing more. She couldn't help but smile at my lie, telling me she didn't know how I would do it but that I had to invent a good story. We returned to silence and after a while she told me that in the middle of everything, pregnancy had something good, and that was finally going to free her from the harassment of a neighbor who was trying to win her over and was married, the very unhappy one. When I found out, I felt something similar to jealousy, and knowing who he was gave me pleasure to know that Mom wouldn't have given in to his demands.As I had a loose shirt outside my pants, I told her right away if she already noticed, and she said she didn't know and got up from the chair, lifting her shirt and showing me her little belly, telling me tell me. Although she was almost two months pregnant, it seemed to me that her belly wasn't as pronounced and approaching her, I told her if I could touch it, which she approved with her head and my hand nervously caressed her skin, feeling instantly like my cock was waking up. Suddenly our eyes met 20 cm away, and impulsively I kissed her lips with a kiss she accepted. I feared she would reject me, but it was clear there was surrender and acceptance. What are you going to do now that you're going to be a dad? she said later, and I told her I would give her all my love and help as possible, and I kissed her again and rubbed her right breast above the shirt, when I wanted to take another step my mother stopped me, telling me it wasn't the right time considering her state and what she had been thinking about over the past few days. After that encounter a few days later my mother told my older sisters about her pregnancy and apparently their reaction was not positive, especially when they didn't know who the guy was with whom she had her adventure. My younger siblings were more surprised by the news but not angry, although they didn't understand why mom wouldn't give more details about the baby's father, except that he was an old acquaintance from a long time ago and had been in town for a few days. Another day my sisters confronted me and asked what I thought about it. I told them she was already grown up enough to know what she was doing, I didn't judge her, and I wouldn't turn my back on her when we needed each other most. But it's that she doesn't even tell us who the father of that creature is, Amanda, my older sister, said, to which I replied that I didn't understand either, but if that was her decision then I had to respect it. The thing is that with the passage of days and with the notoriety of her belly button, my sisters' annoyance faded away and they became very fond of her, and excited about her new little brother, just like my younger brothers.My mother looked much prettier to me, confirming what they say about pregnancy being good for women, and I was worried about her having enough and not being asked to do too much. Luckily, I've always been a good saver and had some money set aside to cover expenses. One day my sister Daniela came to visit from Medellin, so I gave her a significant amount of money and told her to take Mom back to Medellin and buy her clothes for her condition. The next day my mother called to thank me, although she didn't agree that I was wasting the money that way. I told her I wasn't wasting it because I was investing in the best investment. A week before she would have completed her first trimester, my brothers and nephews came to celebrate my 25th birthday at my house. When we were alone for a moment, I asked what her gift was, and she said if I waited a little longer, she'd give it to me another day. And even though we hadn't been together again, I didn't lose faith. A week later, she called to ask if I could dedicate the afternoon to her. I arranged things at the workshop and that's what happened. At home, chatting, she told me that a few days earlier she had run into the neighbor who was courting her, and pointing to her belly, he had said and this? without hiding his annoyance, and she proudly replied that this was the fruit of love for the man she now loved, and then left immediately without saying anything. I told her she did well and not to let what others say affect her.That day I was wearing one of the outfits I had bought, it was an overalls type with straps and a light blue color. You could already see something of pancita underneath and she looked very good. I told her that every day she was more beautiful, 'and more horny' she said, letting out a nervous giggle. 'And all these days, you owe me my birthday gift' I said. Then she shortened the distance between us on the sofa and taking my face in her hands kissed me with her sweet and moist lips, sinking her tongue and biting my lower lip as she left my mouth. 'What did you think of my gift?' she said smiling; I told her it was tasty but not enough and we went back to kissing and undressing slowly until we were naked inside. When I saw her in that state, her wider hips, rounder legs, and slightly swollen breasts were more noticeable. Another thing that surprised me was her lingerie, very sexy with a thong I didn't know. 'And that thong?' I asked, and she told me it was because she knew I would like it. I told her yes because it made me hornier seeing her with it. Mom had told me she knew I would like it and that with the money she had sent with my sister, she had bought some sets like that. We went to the bedroom and saw how her thong marked her bulging bum, which got me going a thousand. I sucked her beautiful nipples for a good while and when I took off her thong, her little swollen and sloppy clitoris was noticeable. She opened her legs wide and asked me to stick my dick in her, saying she felt very turned on. It had been more than two months since I had been inside her and listening to her suppliant voice elevated my appetite beyond control. So I entered her slowly so that we could both savor the hot contact of each other at maximum. Then we went back to our routine, fucking her with rapid bursts and sometimes making slow penetration, and what was good was that now we didn't have to think about ejaculation, leaving all my semen inside her warm vagina.My mother was more fiery than before, more uninhibited and lustful as it seemed she was entering the cycle where her hormones were at a thousand and they asked for cock in abundance.We didn't take long to come and I attacked with force for greater pleasure of both, and fell exhausted but she began to suck my cock all wet and soon regained life and she begged me like crazy.
We did it three more times that afternoon until my penis hurt from being so red, and I could only rest a little and bring mom home.
From then on, mom's sexual appetite became insatiable, and if it weren't for our activities and the distance, she would have wanted me every day between her legs.
However, we managed to be together twice a week and market day.
During the week, I'd wake up early with an excuse to visit her, and as soon as my brothers went to their study, we'd lock ourselves in her room and screw until we couldn't anymore.
Many times mom would only lift her skirt and walk around without panties to save time, or simply put on a bathrobe with nothing underneath.
On other occasions, I'd visit her at night, and since it's customary in the countryside for my brothers to go to sleep by 8, I'd stay with her in the kitchen for another half hour or an hour until we were convinced they were sleeping peacefully, then we'd lock ourselves back up and put on music at low volume as a distraction, and we'd screw for a couple of hours whenever possible.
A Sunday I went to visit them, my brothers returned to go with their friends to the waterfalls, and calculating that they were already there, we got into the room to fuck.A couple of hours later she came out of the room and heard a scream and the subsequent and what are you doing here? I finished getting dressed and when I went out, I realized my brothers had already returned and were watching TV.
Almost died thinking the worst, and in my mother's gaze I could also see her trying to hide her shock.
However, my 12-year-old sister told us that they had arrived about 10 minutes earlier and thinking we were taking a nap, they had decided to turn on the low TV.
Apparently, we got lucky, and from then on we took more care.
Our addiction increased one for another and everything obeyed because sex was getting better every time.
She would tell me that her body was fiery like never before, and that she had never enjoyed it so much in her life, and although her libido always skyrocketed during her pregnancies, now it seemed to multiply by 5 times more, to the point of feeling shame when thinking about it.
And also said that she had never experienced orgasms as intense and less frequent, and that she never imagined that making love could reach such pleasure as now.
So great was her need for cock that when she began her sixth month, coinciding with the end of classes, she proposed to my brothers if they wanted to spend their two-month vacation with the grandparents.
My sister accepted but my brother preferred to go where my sister Amanda, who finally accepted after telling him that considering her last trimester and the vacation period, she wanted to reduce the workload and stress that my brothers could generate at home and be quiet for medical recommendation.
Although there was some truth to it, Amanda had told her that she understood but didn't think it was a good idea to stay alone. I had been right, so I thought about telling myself to stay with her while the vacations were passing. Amanda had told me that if I accepted, then she would be more relaxed. Obviously, I was going to accept gladly, and as soon as I packed their suitcases and sent them off to their respective destinations, that same night I stayed with her and we made love until midnight. Luckily, our nearby neighbors were about 100 meters away, although they sometimes walked by at night, the dogs would alert us and Mom would lower the volume of her moans.
The first three weeks we did it every night and then we would do it day by day, or not at all for 2 or 3 days depending on how her belly was growing, and because despite the fever she already felt a little fatigued.A week before she turned 7 months old, we were starting our thing and after removing her bra, the swollen breasts with prominent veins, and after sucking them for a few seconds I felt a sweet taste in my mouth, which when I removed it, we saw a stream of cum shooting out of her long nipple.
That drove me crazy and from then on, before she came, I would spend a good time sucking those tits that had grown a few sizes, and mom would have orgasms that left her breathless.
I became so addicted to her cum that sometimes in the middle of the night I would wake up and couldn't resist the temptation to take one of her tits out of her pajamas and suck it until we went back to screwing.
The last month we decided to spend it at my house and my sister Amanda took care of my brothers who had gone back to classes.During that time we only did cucharita or bedside border and I bought a video camera to record us having sex, and I'd take pictures on my phone that later helped me a lot after giving birth.
We screwed until the day before the delivery, which went smoothly naturally, bringing into the world a very healthy baby boy by good fortune.
My sister Amanda was taking care of me for a week and then my mother took over by herself. Everyone was happy and my aunts would come to visit our new nephew, bringing clothes and toys.
Sometimes I got annoyed with all the visitors but understood it when I just wanted to be alone with her and our son.
I still remember the day my mother came home from the hospital, when I woke up early and went to my room to see what she needed.
She asked for a glass of water because she was being bothered by thirst, and when I returned, I found her sitting on the bed with her pajama top open wide because she was massaging her breasts.
I almost fell over at that image: it was as if her tits had grown twice their size overnight and were now enormous, with a super areola about 8 cm in diameter, all swollen and punctured.
Wednesday mom, look how your titties have gotten, I managed to say, to which she replied that they were full of milk and hurt, but that she knew some herbs that would relieve it and already had them ready.
I offered to help her with them, but she said it wasn't a good idea for now because it could infect the baby, so she would express them if necessary.
A month after giving birth, my mother left my house and returned to the countryside.
During her stay, she was only willing to give me some comforting kisses.
Some nights I had to catch myself just thinking about going back to being with her, and all it took was the memory of her breasts shooting out milk like on more than one occasion, for that image to get me off and give me a good wank.
Until finally my abstinence ended one night at a party in town.
Just as I had felt something similar to jealousy when I found out about the guy who was after my mother, it's very likely that she went through something similar that night.
We were many from the family, including my brothers, cousins, and some uncles and aunts drinking in a tavern.
It was already around 10 pm. pm and I found myself talking to my ex-study partner, who one of my cousins had charmed at the wedding of my cousin's wife, and it seemed almost certain that she would have a night of debauchery. I actually don't drink much, but by that hour I was already on my fifth beer. From time to time, I'd look over at my mother who was sitting in a corner with an aunt and sister-in-law, and always found her looking at me seriously. A little later, she came up to me and apologized to my interlocutor for taking me away, saying she wanted to rest a bit. Maybe because of the conversation we were having, which was a bit bold, and the effect of the alcohol, I felt a bit tipsy. When I wanted to go back out into the house, my mother told me to stay with her for a while and asked what I was in such a hurry to leave. I said there was no particular reason and that I'd stay for a bit. Our son had fallen asleep soon after. My mother put him down in a crib she had there, and went back to the living room rubbing her breast, which hadn't been fed to the baby. I asked what she was doing, and she said it was just coming out and she was massaging herself so it wouldn't leak again. And why don't you try expressing it? I suggested, and she said it hurt her nipple and she preferred it to come out on its own, but when she dried off in the bra, there was a not very pleasant smell left. I got up from the sofa and told her I was leaving, and she said that was fine, but before I went, could I give her a kiss like we used to? Then she stood up and looked at me closely with her eyes. She was agitated, with her mouth slightly open, tempting. We slowly started moving closer and kissed passionately, and she began to caress my back with her hands, and when I felt fully erect, I told her maybe it would be better if we just left things as they were because she wouldn't go any further and I wouldn't want to start something. She said this night would be different because she was feeling the desire again and wanted me to make love to her until she couldn't anymore. In a flash, we were half-naked, and when my lips left her neck... I grabbed my head and directed it towards her full tit filled with cum. I couldn't believe that now her manjar was finally mine, with that beautiful nipple that was the reason for my orgasms. The feeling of her sweet cum filling my mouth was a pleasure that could cause a heart attack. Maybe because of her excitement, her cum came out in propulsion and I couldn't keep up with swallowing it until she asked us to go to the room where we finished undressing and opened our legs, letting me insert my cock into her dripping pussy. It had been 46 days since her delivery so that the delights of my mother would be back. I was pounding her without hesitation and she said give me more cock pussy, give it all. She came twice and when I felt my orgasm coming, I warned her; she asked me to speed up, to give it harder, to want my cum deep inside, and not to worry because she had already been operated on so that my cum wouldn't leave her. This news overexcited me and I felt a pleasant tingling sensation in the head of my penis, followed by the subsequent expulsion of jets and jets of semen that seemed to have no end. As soon as we recovered our breath and were conscious of the risk we were taking, we decided that I would leave and propose to my younger brothers if they stayed with my sister Amanda, which they accepted, and I told her I was going to sleep because I was tired and mom was staying with me, so I asked her not to disturb us and not to let my brothers do it either so that mom could rest well. Amanda agreed and we said goodbye. On returning, I found my mother as she had left, naked on the bed, covered by a blanket up to the waist and breastfeeding again. When I saw her like that, my trance came back to life like a spring and undressing myself, I got next to her and grabbed her other tit. She put her arm around my back and closed her eyes and moaned lustfully while she grasped my penis, moving the foreskin up and down until her hand was full of saliva. I had done my thing with my hand on her little one, putting in my fingers and caressing her clitoris, and it was so hot that she asked me to nail her from the side because our baby wasn't letting go of its thick nipple. So we found ourselves in a spooning position and while she and I were enjoying penetration, squeezing her free breast that was shooting cum that made me feel even fuller seeing that, our baby was nursing quietly, giving mom maximum pleasure as she didn't delay in coming like a faucet. It was one of our best encounters and from then on sex with mom was back every time we could. Three years have passed since she got pregnant, and each of our sexual encounters is better, especially during her lactation, which she still maintains because I've become addicted to her cum, sucking her thick nipples, and getting hard like never when she's on top of me and I see her nipples start shooting cum uncontrollably at the exact moment she feels the proximity of her orgasm. And I found out that what they say in some forums is true: incestuous sex is the best in the world.
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