La madrasta

She has 46 years and carries the splendor of maturity, the majesty of well-lived forties that makes some women look exquisite. She is attractive and knows it. Note how they turn around when she walks down the street and feels proud of her elegance and femininity. She has taken good care of herself, and it shows in her physical appearance, which preserves a harmonious figure.

She got married young to a widower 12 years older than her. When they met, he had been left alone with a five-year-old son. She took care of him as if he were her own, and there was no difference between the daughter she later had with her husband - she has been a responsible and loving mother to both.

Despite their age difference, her husband loves her and still does. In every way, although physically it may take a bit more effort now. She has been and continues to be very much a woman. Sometimes she can't help but fantasize, desire something different, fall for those proposals that some friends occasionally hint at. But she remains faithful to her husband.

The couple's daughter is 12 years old. The son, who has always been her son and never felt replaced by a mother, is now 18 and still studying. The boy, even being so young, was aware of his mother's death but loved her as if she were his own mother. He is an excellent, hardworking, educated, and good-looking boy, but with excessive shyness. He suffers from this lack of self-confidence, which makes him introverted and has difficulty relating to girls his age.

Now, with the father working many hours outside the house in his businesses and the sister having many after-school activities, they spend a lot of time alone. They have a good cohabitation relationship, each respecting and collaborating in their own space.

This afternoon of late summer is turning out to be somewhat tedious. She sits on the sofa, reading with a slightly bored expression at... time that watches TV. The boy in his room, dedicates himself to his things and tries to study a little. It's five o'clock in the afternoon and the young man appears in the living room. He wears a light athletic pant and a T-shirt.

- Mom... what are you doing?
- Nothing, son, just passing the time. I was thinking of going shopping today, but I'll leave it for tomorrow, I don't feel like changing.
What have you done? Have you studied?

- No.
- No? What's wrong with that? You're not okay?

- No, mom. I'm fine... Well, I don't know, I'm not sure...

She puts the book aside and pays more attention to him.

- Come on, sweetie, sit down next to me. Tell me what's going on.
- You'll see, mom. You know what happens to me, right? It's hard for me to be with girls. And my friends have their girlfriends, or they talk about being with women. I'm nothing like that, and I feel weird. Sometimes it's hard for me to concentrate, I can't study, I get a little nervous.

She gives him a loving and complacent smile. She is sitting in a corner of the sofa, with one leg bent up on the cushion and the other under it, in a very youthful pose. She wears a light robe for lounging around the house.

- I understand what you're going through, sweetie. I'll explain it to you. Come sit here, close to me.

She stretches out her bent leg now, letting it rest on the cushion. She makes him sit between her legs. He leans his back against her and his head on her shoulder. He feels pampered, his adoptive mother always offering him the best care. With her, he feels safe and his fears disappear. When she sits him down between her legs, her robe has opened unintentionally, revealing her beautiful, sun-kissed thighs, very smooth and shiny.

- You see, heaven... -she continues-. You've become a man without realizing it. And when you reach your age, there are needs that are just as important as eating.

- Yes, mom. Come on, I like it when you explain it well to me.

She holds him by the chest with one arm and presses him against her. Both continue looking at the TV distractedly. With the other hand, she caresses the boy's hair.

- You'll see, dear. At your age, it's normal to feel a great attraction to women. Sexuality is important; it's a natural claim that we can't avoid. And it's nice to live and enjoy it.
- Yes, mom, but girls don't pay much attention to me, you know.
- Well, you're a shy boy, but you'll overcome it, don't worry.
- Yeah, yeah... but my friends and classmates, I think they've already had their debut...
- Hahahaha... Good, son, don't give it too much importance; it's also very normal among boys your age to pretend and take some liberties. Don't believe everything. But I understand that you want to have a relationship with a girl now. You've reached adulthood and as I say, the force of nature calls you.
She now lowers her hand down to the young man's stomach and searches for his belt under the shirt. She finds his skin and raises her hand up to his chest, caressing him. He leans more against her, and lets himself be kissed on the hair while his mother whispers slowly in his ear.

- But do you see me normally, mom...?
- I see a very manly boy, my dear. I notice.
- How do you notice it?
- Well, I see it, I see it now...

The mother makes a slight gesture with her hand towards the boy's crotch. Under the lightweight pants of the tracksuit, the young man's potent erection is well visible.

- Mom, ufffffffffffff, how embarrassing...! Excuse me...
- The son protects himself with his hands, trying not to notice.
- Relax, dear. -She gently takes away the boy's hands and places one on each of her thighs-. It's better this way; don't be embarrassed. You should be proud of your virility, you shouldn't hide it. Plus, I love... watch me.She feels the boy's warm hands on her legs. The hands don't move at first, but then start a smooth journey over her thighs.

- Mom, you have very soft skin and beautiful legs.
- Thank you, sweetie. I'm glad you like me as a woman.

The mother's hand continues to explore the son's chest under his shirt, tenderly kissing his hair, now his ears.

- I think I need to relieve that tension in you, honey. Mom will help you, you need it, with that tension you can't focus.
- And how will you do it, mom?
- You'll see, sky. Just relax, don't worry about anything.

The woman's hand now descends from the chest to her stomach and continues down, introducing itself under the elastic waistband of his athletic pants.

- Cariñooooooooooo……….What an instrumentoooo…¡. And you're still complex with girls?

She delicately grabs the member at its maximum erection. The young man's body tenses up. She now lowers the elastic waistband and her slip, leaving her thick cock exposed.

- Mom, mom... –the boy's voice is a slightly anguished whimper-. Mom, no one has ever done this to me...

- Calm down, sky. You need this, you're very tense. Let yourself be taken by Mom.

The stepmother continues to caress the son's sex with her hand. She does it well, expertly, a woman expert. She moves up and down, delicately stretching the skin upwards and downwards, caressing the glans with her fingers. The boy sinks slightly into his seat, closes his eyes, tightens his mother's thighs, groans, somewhat fearful of what is about to happen.Mama... if you keep going on like this, I'm going to finish... it's giving me a rush...

No worries, my love. I'd like to see how you do it.

She speeds up the pace, squeezing something more tightly around his cock. She feels the contractions of the young man in her hand. Directing the tip of the powerful instrument towards the boy's stomach and with the other hand lifting the shirt up to the chest to avoid getting it dirty. And she hits, because at that moment a strong jet of semen escapes, followed by another abundant one that reaches really high. A third spasm and a new flow already more scarce ends the tremendous ejaculation.The son feels now troubled. The mother's masturbation has left him confused.

- Mom, I'm going to get something to clean us up, you've got semen on your hand.
- No dear, stay here. I've been married to your father for many years, sweetie, and I'm not about to be scared of your semen now. I want to see it there, in your belly, I love it. Now is when I feel you're a real man.

The mother plays with the sperm now, spreading it around the son's belly like cream. When she finishes, a small remainder remains on her fingers and she takes it to her mouth and licks it lightly...

- Mommaaaaa... How do you do that? Doesn't it gross you out?
- No dear... You'll learn this too. This is sex, sweet sex between us and there's nothing we should reject. Rest now for a bit.

A long time passes. Nobody says anything but they remain embracing. The boy feels calm and relaxed, his youth keeping him erect despite the intense orgasm. The mother observes...

- You're quite a man, dear. You'll make any woman very happy.

The woman has been waking up. She's centered her maternal love on this act, but she's not made of stone. It shows she's wet. She opens her legs wider and presses the son against her more tightly. Now she intensely desires to be enjoyed. She moves her hips forward, trying to rub her sex against the young man, but it doesn't lead anywhere.

She gently pushes him forward so he'll back off a bit and grabs his shirt, pulling it up to take it off...

- Get up, dear. Take everything off.

The son gets up and she pulls down his pants and underwear. His athletic body with 18 years looks spectacular with his fully erect member.- Sit down next to me again. Come here.
Put it back between her legs. She's wearing a bathrobe with the sleeves rolled up and her legs completely naked. It makes him sit slightly sideways, instead of turning his back like before.

- Are you comfortable, sweetheart?
- Very much, Mommy. Very much.

- What do you want now, heaven?
- I don't know, Mom... No... No... I don't know what to say.

- I know what you want, darling. You want the woman, you want to discover what it's like to make love. You want affection, you want to make love with Mommy, you want me naked?

The boy doesn't answer, overwhelmed.

But his hands are now going to the mature woman's cleavage and timidly unbuttoning a pair of buttons on her bathrobe. Her large breasts are very noticeable. With the black bra she's wearing, they're pushed up, turgid and proud.

The boy looks, extatic, with his eyes open, drawn to the female breasts like a magnet. She complies, deciding to help him. She now removes the bathrobe, pulling out her sleeves and leaving it only fastened at the waist.

She then brings her hands to her back and slowly releases the bra clasp. She removes the straps, letting them slide slowly down her shoulders. She removes the garment. She covers herself a little with her arms, with an innocent and mischievous gesture at the same time. But then she removes them, leaving her magnificent breasts exposed. Large, slightly sagging, but loaded with deep eroticism. The young man is pale from emotion.

- What do you think, my love?
The boy doesn't say anything, it's as if he had suddenly gone mute.

- Come on, don't wait... Touch them...
His hands come to life. With fear, he caresses the smooth, taut skin of her mature breasts. She grabs his hand and squeezes it hard against her breast.Don't be afraid, my life... Squeeze hard, enjoy, you deserve it.
The boy's erection is now stronger. The mother sees and smiles. She feels desired. It has arrived and wants to be hers. Let her remember always, as a mother, but at the same time as the first one who made him a man.
Thinking that her son will lose his virginity inside her fills her with happiness.

- Come on, heaven, get up again... wait a moment...
The boy gets up again and she positions herself. She lies completely on the sofa. Takes out her black panties and unzips her robe. One leg bent with the foot resting on the seat, the other foot on the floor. Very naked. Very woman. Very women.
Her son now sits on the sofa at her feet. She opens up even more. Impudent. She has shaved sex, beautiful. The son trembles a little but his gaze is lovingly fixed on that point, between the woman's legs. He can only stutter a bit.

- Ma...ma... Mom... Now what...what...what do I do...
- I want you to penetrate me, my life, be a man for the first time with me. Do you want?
- Yes, yes, mom, yes...
She opens her arms lovingly. A sweet and infinitely delicate welcoming gesture. You have nothing to fear, son, it seems to say. You'll be happy on top of me, you'll know joy on the skin of the one who has made you like your mother for so many years. What more can that adoptive mother give you than herself?

He lets himself fall onto her body. Despite his fear, his youth keeps him in strong virility. She hugs him tightly. He pushes with his sex, unconsciously and inexpertly. There's no problem, the mother is there for everything. And she puts her hand between the two naked bodies, holding the hard instrument carefully guiding its juicy entrance.

- Now, my dear one, now... Push slowly, slowly... ahhhhh... That's it, very well, my heaven, very well. You're doing it very well. A little more, that's it... yes, yes.
The ... Trouble-free coupling. She is very relaxed and he, despite his inexperience, maintains a hardness that makes him enter the woman's body to the bottom. He feels a new warmth, a very different softness from his own hand, which is the only thing he has known to relieve himself until now.

She now raises her foot off the seat to the backrest, bends her knee and brings it close to her chest, lifting her buttocks.

- Press harder, that's... Get in there well… Do you like it? Yes, don't you? I know you do, you have a happy face.

The son continues not to answer, only making an affirmative gesture, of deep gratitude to the woman. Now he is getting into the swing of things, moving a little, pumping the sweet pussy of the mature woman.

- Caray, you're getting into it quickly... You're very skilled, you make me enjoy myself a lot, my life. You can now boast to your friends that you've had a woman, but never tell them I was the one, of course. Do you promise? Another affirmative gesture. A sweet groan from the man. She guesses it. And thinking that she will start a new ejaculation in the boy, she liquefies and drips sweetly. She hugs him with all her strength. She crosses her legs over his back, totally lifted.

- Press me, press harder, love... Don't leave... don't leave me, my heaven... don't leave Mom now... I need you... ayyyy...The orgasm. Or orgasms? She doesn't know if she felt one or two. Maybe two, consecutive. What does it matter. Complete happiness is what she feels now. The boy is collapsed on her shoulder. He remains mute, not for lack of reason, he has been very strong and unexpected. But his face also reflects deep satisfaction. She knows well that now her seed is inside. An immense tenderness invades her. She lets herself be overcome by a sweet sleepiness, for a few minutes, there's no much time. Slowly she moves the boy off her... - Come on, sky, we have to get dressed, your sister will arrive soon. They get up and she gives him the last hug and a tender kiss. - Will you make Mom happy as often as today? - As many times as you want, mother, all the time you want, even more than once a day, if you desire it. Now the young man's voice has finally sounded firm and confident. As if the sexual act had given him the confidence he lacked. - Hahahaha... darling... I think one time a day will be enough for me, I'm getting older. But maybe one day we'll give ourselves the whim to repeat. Each one went to a bathroom to shower and get dressed. A new life began for both...