To the morning after I woke up, I was naked on my bedroom bed, I didn't remember how I got there. I could hear my mother in the kitchen, preparing breakfast surely. I got up, the only thing I had on was my underwear, walked to the kitchen and there was my mother.
She wore a babydoll that showed her prominent glutes with a tiny thong that submerged into her plump buttocks. Her breasts were covered with thin fabric that became more transparent with the morning light entering through the window, showing her erect nipples. She had her dark and abundant hair loose and disheveled, but looked beautiful. Her white legs of smooth skin crossed as she sat down, placing two coffee cups on the table.
Mom?
Ah, sleepyhead, you finally woke up, I made coffee, come.
Thanks, I said while sitting down, still not feeling sure how to react. So I decided to act naturally, like nothing had happened.
Your father called this morning, my mother said while looking at me intensely with her eyes that stared at mine, unsure of what to expect.
Oh yeah? What did he say?
He said the municipal service is already working to clear the road, but they have a lot of work to do. They hope to open the passage by night hours.
Ah...
Yes... Well, you can imagine the surprise I got when I heard your father on the phone, after all... according to me! I slept with your father last night... she said suggestively while placing her cup on the table and looking at me suspiciously.
Eh... Yeah... well... last night you drank too much, mom. You left the living room a mess.
AND DO YOU THINK THAT'S A REASON ENOUGH TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A POOR WOMAN IN THAT STATE?! AND ON TOP OF THAT, YOUR OWN MOTHER?! she said seriously and firmly raising her voice. We didn't raise you like that young man! What you did was inappropriate and immoral, you should be ashamed.
I lowered my head, a knot in my stomach... she made me in the throat and I couldn't say a single word. Neither did I know what to say, I only listened to her. After some minutes of uncomfortable silence, she got up and went to her room. I took care of the kitchen and household chores for the rest of the day. I prepared lunch and brought it to mom's room. She didn't even open it, left the food on a table next to her door. She spent the whole day locked in. I saw her taking her plates to the sink in the kitchen, she didn't say a word to me, then went back to locking herself in her room. I was starting to regret what happened the night before, certainly I didn't have bad intentions, it just happened. I felt guilty and feared ruining our lives with what had occurred. By around 4:30 pm, the sunny day turned cloudy again, the rain started pouring down, making the atmosphere in the house even colder and more desolate. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to fix things between mom and me. I went up to her room and knocked softly on the door. -Mom?... Mom, can we talk? - Without saying a word, the doorknob turned, opening the door. I entered slowly, saw my mother sitting at the edge of her bed, the faint light from the window being the only one illuminating the dark room and her beautiful face. I sat down beside her, her eyes looked into the void, drifting off into her deepest and most intimate thoughts. In silence, just listening to the rain pounding on the window glass. -Mom... I'm sorry, really sorry, I didn't mean to... - No Donni, stop, don't apologize, this is all my fault - she said calmly, interrupting my apologies. - Of course not mom, it was my fault and truly... - Stop, please. It was my fault, well, actually my father's and mine too, if we had told you from the beginning maybe this wouldn't have happened. - Mmm... I'm not understanding mom. - Son, I think it's time you knew. Maybe I should have waited for your father to tell you both together, but this can't wait any longer. -What do you mean? – I said, intrigued. My mother extended her arm and opened the drawer of the casket beside her bed. She took out a folder and handed it to me after opening it on the first page. By the color and texture of the paper, it was clear that they were old pages; in the header of the file, with large letters, it said: “Orphanage La Asunción, 1990” in the top right corner, a small photograph of my face when I was just a baby. I read the document and as I did, another knot tightened around my throat again, this time more strongly. I was completely in shock. We both kept silent, sitting at the edge of her bed, I tried to absorb everything that was happening, trying to pinch myself to see if it was somehow a dream and my mother, that beautiful woman who had rocked me and given me love for so many years, she simply supported her hand on my shoulder as if trying to console me. After a long time, I managed to recover a bit of composure. I sat up straight, wiped away some tears that had escaped and breathed deeply. -Then you and I didn't... -Certainly not born from our entrails son, but being parents is not just giving birth, we have loved you since the first day and will continue loving you, you are part of us, this family... and you will be forever. – my mother said as tears rolled down her cheeks. I looked at her, moved by her words and tears. -Well, I think that explains why I'm black – I said jokingly, since I have a light complexion. -What? – she said, bursting into laughter while wiping away the last of her tears from her cheeks. Her crystal-clear eyes looked so beautiful when she laughed. -I love seeing you smile Helen, always loved seeing you happy. -Helen? Ha ha, calm down kid, I'm still your mother. -Your silence tortured me all day, do you know? We've always been there for each other and I wouldn't bear losing you over some nonsense. -I know, but I needed to process and think how I was going to tell you all this. -I thought you were mad at me because of last night. -What happened last night was crazy. You, your male needs, I, the drink, my intoxication, I think it was a bad combination that's all. It would be irresponsible to try to find fault. All I ask is for what happened last night to stay between us, I wouldn't want to make this any harder for your father. -Okay, fine. -You know son, in some strange way, the fact that biologically I'm not your mother makes me feel less guilty about what happened. After all, we're adults, both of us have needs and it could have happened at any moment. -I suppose you're right, although I don't think it's fair to Dad either. -Oh son, believe me. Your father is no saint, more than once I had to forgive him for his transgressions. Looking at it another way, at least I didn't get mixed up with a complete stranger. -I suppose... That you're right again. -I always am son – she said while winking at me and getting up to walk to her closet. – Now I think it's time to put the tears aside and prepare dinner, how does that sound? -Yes, it sounds good mom. She turned on the light, opened her closet, bent down looking for one of her favorite dresses, still carrying the babydoll from this morning, its exciting glutes opening smoothly without shame before my gaze. -Let's see, it should be around here... – Yes, here it is! – she said while pulling out a corset dress with very short and tight straps. Without thinking, she took off the babydoll in front of me, slowly letting it fall to the floor. Her enormous and exciting breasts were now free for my view, the tiny thong was the only thing left on her body. She acted as if I wasn't there. She put on the fitted dress, making her enormous glutes and breasts stand out even more in that dress. Her plump and exciting legs showed off outside of that dress that covered less than half of her thighs. When He leaned over to pick up the babydoll and could see the edge of her glutes poking out from under the dress. Her nipples stood out erect from the thin fabric on her chest. A inevitable erection began to emerge between my pants.
-Ready! Now, let's prepare dinner, he said jovially while taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen.
We put some music on, laughed, and jokes, dances, and pinches emerged as we cooked. For a moment, we returned to those days when I was a boy and we used to cook together on weekends. It was wonderful.
While we were eating, Mom pulled out a bottle of wine.
-Mom, what are you doing? I asked.
Oh, son, don't worry, it's just a small toast, she said.
-Why a toast? I asked.
For the truth... and eternal love of the family, she said.
-Haha, okay.
The clock marked almost 8:30, with only a fifth left in the bottle. Our empty glasses waited for the last sip, and we waited for Dad's arrival. A few minutes later, the phone rang. It was Dad, the rain hadn't allowed him to finish the repairs on the road and he would be spending another night at Julieth's.
-Oh poor Francisco, I hope you're not getting too down in your sister's house, she said.
I don't think so, with how much he enjoys Julieth's food, he must be having a great time, she said.
-Oh, that's what I hope, dear, she said, and then sat down on the sofa next to me.
We finished the evening reclining on the sofa, drinking wine, looking at the old family photo album, laughing as we remembered any silly thing about the stories behind those photos.
-Hey son, have you seen people who replicate their old photos when they're already older? she asked.
-Haha, yes, I think I've seen some on Facebook, I said.
-Oh! That looks so fun, we should do it and send it to your brothers, I'm sure they'll love it, my mom exclaimed.
-Haha, come on Mom, is this serious?
-Of course, son, why not? Let's go find something to wear and take the photos.
We spent almost two hours changing clothes clothes, going around the house everywhere, replicating old photos and laughing at all our craziness and foolishness. We had fun and laughed until we couldn't laugh anymore.
We arrived at my room. While flipping through the album looking for another photo to replicate, a very small one slipped out of the pages and fell to the floor. I picked it up to see it. It was a photo of my mother, she was very young and looked incredibly beautiful. In her arms was me, approximately a year old, smiling at the camera while I was nursing from her breast.
'Ha ha look mom, oh yeah, if I was adopted, how is it that you're breastfeeding me here?'
'Oh son, never did I breastfeed you, you drank formula all the time. That photo was only taken to keep up appearances.' - my mother said as she sat on my bed.
'Liar, liar, ha ha shall we replicate this one too?'
'Ha ha of course, if you want to be embarrassed, go ahead' - my mother said with a playful and challenging tone.
'Why would I be embarrassed? With a woman as beautiful as you...'
'Do you speak seriously?' - she said while her smile faded into a seductive and innocent look.
'Why not?' - I said as I put the album on the bed and approached her mouth in a seductive way.
I felt the small gasp of surprise and excitement in my mother's mouth, kissed her lips softly while caressing her shoulder and lowering her bra strap. Finally, I lowered her underwear leaving her breasts at my mercy, licked her nipples softly and sucked them with luxury while she moaned. Her trembling hands held my head, as if trying to deny me of her delights, but couldn't, her desires were stronger than her reason.
'Ah! Son!, that feels... Very well, Ah!
I continued breastfeeding from her enormous breasts for a long time. Slowly I was tumbling her on the bed, she instinctively opened her legs letting me see her depilated and exquisite vulva, her lips were rosy and fleshy, the Fluids of warm and viscous fluid were already flowing out of her slit, dripping down her vagina. -What a delight, Helen, now I'll eat you like it's supposed to be,' I said, drunk with lust. -Yes, do it, son, eat my pussy, what a delight' my mother groaned, out of reason. I licked her lips with desire and passion, savoring every fold of her vulva, caressing her clitoris strongly with my tongue, licking it from top to bottom, in circles around it, on it, stimulating it, drinking every drop of her exciting elixir until an orgasm shook her body, releasing incessant and pleasant moans. -Oh Donni, ah! Ah!... What are we doing?,' she managed to say with difficulty between moans -You yourself said, Mom, our needs, the cups, it's better to get mixed up with complete strangers, don't you? You said it, Mom, and you always have the right' I said, going crazy while pulling her short dress up to her abdomen, leaving her entire pelvis exposed. -Hehe, good boy,' she laughed, playing coyly. -Now come on, Mom, and make this worth it, yes? Will you be a good boy and please Mami?' -Of course I will, Mom. I quickly took off my clothes and positioned her waist at the edge of the bed. I played with my glans in her vulva for a while, and she moistened my cock. Then I started penetrating her strongly and deeply. Her breasts were moving to the rhythm of my thrusts. Her vagina was stretching with each penetration, squeezing my penis until it reached its root. My mother was moaning like a madwoman, our home's solitude making us free to scream in pleasure. -Ah! Yes! What a delight! Ah! More intense, more intense, Dad, that way, put it all in her, I want her all, Dad, fill me up, I'm yours, ah! That way! What a delight!' -Turn over, Mom, I want to enjoy you completely' -Okay, dear, how do you want to take Mami? Like this? Do you like it like this?' she said, getting on all fours and offering me her vulva so I could penetrate her from behind. 'Like this is fine, dear? Do you like seeing Mom's ass while... Ah! God!' Ah! ¡asi! ah! ah! I loved interrupting her with strong thrusts while she was talking. Her moans were loud and inevitable. I enjoyed seeing those enormous and perfect buttocks hit my pelvis as my testicles bounced against her clitoris every time I thrust until the trunk. Her fluids flowed all over my cock as it slid through my testicles and thighs. My mother was burning inside, she was so hot and wet. She swallowed my cock easily and we enjoyed it. I held her waist pulling her towards me, slamming her body strongly against my cock. A second orgasm from Mom exploded on my cock, this time expelling a stream that soaked the entire bed. -Oh dear! It doesn't matter, you keep going, please, keep going! – she begged hungrily, my mother was insatiable. -Come here Mom, I want to pleasure you more. – I said as I rolled onto my back. My cock rose like a mast, I took her legs and put her on top of me so she could ride me. -Put your feet on the bed Mom, bend your knees, like you're squatting. – I indicated. -Ok love, is that it? -Yes Mom, perfect, now take off that dress and let me see your breasts. -Right away sweetheart. How's it going? Do you like Mom's tits? -I love them Mom, they're perfect, a delight – I said as I devoured each of her breasts, playing with her nipples with my tongue. -Ah! Yes, that's tasty, be careful love, don't bite Mom, ah! Ah! Ah! I brought my swollen glans to the entrance of her vagina and without warning, lifted my hips penetrating her until the bottom. -¡AAH! – a loud moan indicated how much Mom was enjoying it. It was wonderful. I could see her abdomen contracting with pleasure, I saw her muscular legs opening, propelling small jumps on my cock, and below, I saw her exquisite vulva being penetrated by a thick, swollen, and venous trunk. I felt her buttocks bouncing against my testicles. Her hot fluid flowed over my cock. We fucked that way for a pretty long time, until we managed it. An intense and delicious mutual orgasm.
My cock exploded inside her, discharging a huge amount of hot semen, and she shuddered, moaning and trembling as her vagina contracted, squeezing all my penis inside her. I could feel my glans stretching her inner walls, caressing her uterus, filling her with my overflowing cum with each movement.
My mother couldn't take it anymore, her legs were shaking like a newborn servant, fell to her knees, still on top of me, with my cock swollen inside her, leaned against my chest, agitated and panting. She stayed there until my penis relaxed and came out of her. Then she lay down beside me, still with her head on my chest. I brought my fingers and pushed them into her abundant and silky hair. Adjusting it and blowing softly to refresh the hot encounter. With my other hand, I caressed her plump leg over my pelvis, tracing all the way up to her buttocks and squeezing them with pleasure.
She smiled sadly as she snuggled into my chest and we enjoyed the delicious pleasure of our bodies. We stayed in bed, silent, until exhaustion overcame us and we fell deeply asleep.
I woke up the next morning around 10:00 am, thrown on the floor beside my bed. A empty bottle of whisky was beside me, along with a box of cold medicine scattered all over the floor. I had an unbearable headache and it took me a few minutes to figure out where I was.
It was the worst hangover I'd had in years. I got up looking for Mom, but my bed was empty. I went searching for her around the house. Dad was in the kitchen with Mom, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.
Hey, Dad? But... when did you get here?
Get here from where? he replied without looking up from his paper.
From Julieth's?
What are you talking about Donni? Your sister left yesterday after lunch, my mother said confused.
But... and the storm, The road in bad condition, the rain... -Son, you must listen to me, whisky and grip medication are not a good combination, you're even hallucinating for God's sake – my father said while getting up to wash himself. -Son, get dressed, I need you to buy some things from the supermarket. My pantry was empty after yesterday's family lunch. – my mother said. -Yesterday? But what the hell...? -Don't use that language at home young man! -Mom, that was two days ago! -Oh son! Look at yourself! You don't even know which day you're living in, listen to your father and stop drinking, do you want? And hurry up with the shopping. Both of them left the kitchen like any other day. I stayed at the table, drinking the remains of coffee, with a huge migraine and the biggest existential doubt of my life. I hope you enjoyed it.
She wore a babydoll that showed her prominent glutes with a tiny thong that submerged into her plump buttocks. Her breasts were covered with thin fabric that became more transparent with the morning light entering through the window, showing her erect nipples. She had her dark and abundant hair loose and disheveled, but looked beautiful. Her white legs of smooth skin crossed as she sat down, placing two coffee cups on the table.
Mom?
Ah, sleepyhead, you finally woke up, I made coffee, come.
Thanks, I said while sitting down, still not feeling sure how to react. So I decided to act naturally, like nothing had happened.
Your father called this morning, my mother said while looking at me intensely with her eyes that stared at mine, unsure of what to expect.
Oh yeah? What did he say?
He said the municipal service is already working to clear the road, but they have a lot of work to do. They hope to open the passage by night hours.
Ah...
Yes... Well, you can imagine the surprise I got when I heard your father on the phone, after all... according to me! I slept with your father last night... she said suggestively while placing her cup on the table and looking at me suspiciously.
Eh... Yeah... well... last night you drank too much, mom. You left the living room a mess.
AND DO YOU THINK THAT'S A REASON ENOUGH TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A POOR WOMAN IN THAT STATE?! AND ON TOP OF THAT, YOUR OWN MOTHER?! she said seriously and firmly raising her voice. We didn't raise you like that young man! What you did was inappropriate and immoral, you should be ashamed.
I lowered my head, a knot in my stomach... she made me in the throat and I couldn't say a single word. Neither did I know what to say, I only listened to her. After some minutes of uncomfortable silence, she got up and went to her room. I took care of the kitchen and household chores for the rest of the day. I prepared lunch and brought it to mom's room. She didn't even open it, left the food on a table next to her door. She spent the whole day locked in. I saw her taking her plates to the sink in the kitchen, she didn't say a word to me, then went back to locking herself in her room. I was starting to regret what happened the night before, certainly I didn't have bad intentions, it just happened. I felt guilty and feared ruining our lives with what had occurred. By around 4:30 pm, the sunny day turned cloudy again, the rain started pouring down, making the atmosphere in the house even colder and more desolate. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to fix things between mom and me. I went up to her room and knocked softly on the door. -Mom?... Mom, can we talk? - Without saying a word, the doorknob turned, opening the door. I entered slowly, saw my mother sitting at the edge of her bed, the faint light from the window being the only one illuminating the dark room and her beautiful face. I sat down beside her, her eyes looked into the void, drifting off into her deepest and most intimate thoughts. In silence, just listening to the rain pounding on the window glass. -Mom... I'm sorry, really sorry, I didn't mean to... - No Donni, stop, don't apologize, this is all my fault - she said calmly, interrupting my apologies. - Of course not mom, it was my fault and truly... - Stop, please. It was my fault, well, actually my father's and mine too, if we had told you from the beginning maybe this wouldn't have happened. - Mmm... I'm not understanding mom. - Son, I think it's time you knew. Maybe I should have waited for your father to tell you both together, but this can't wait any longer. -What do you mean? – I said, intrigued. My mother extended her arm and opened the drawer of the casket beside her bed. She took out a folder and handed it to me after opening it on the first page. By the color and texture of the paper, it was clear that they were old pages; in the header of the file, with large letters, it said: “Orphanage La Asunción, 1990” in the top right corner, a small photograph of my face when I was just a baby. I read the document and as I did, another knot tightened around my throat again, this time more strongly. I was completely in shock. We both kept silent, sitting at the edge of her bed, I tried to absorb everything that was happening, trying to pinch myself to see if it was somehow a dream and my mother, that beautiful woman who had rocked me and given me love for so many years, she simply supported her hand on my shoulder as if trying to console me. After a long time, I managed to recover a bit of composure. I sat up straight, wiped away some tears that had escaped and breathed deeply. -Then you and I didn't... -Certainly not born from our entrails son, but being parents is not just giving birth, we have loved you since the first day and will continue loving you, you are part of us, this family... and you will be forever. – my mother said as tears rolled down her cheeks. I looked at her, moved by her words and tears. -Well, I think that explains why I'm black – I said jokingly, since I have a light complexion. -What? – she said, bursting into laughter while wiping away the last of her tears from her cheeks. Her crystal-clear eyes looked so beautiful when she laughed. -I love seeing you smile Helen, always loved seeing you happy. -Helen? Ha ha, calm down kid, I'm still your mother. -Your silence tortured me all day, do you know? We've always been there for each other and I wouldn't bear losing you over some nonsense. -I know, but I needed to process and think how I was going to tell you all this. -I thought you were mad at me because of last night. -What happened last night was crazy. You, your male needs, I, the drink, my intoxication, I think it was a bad combination that's all. It would be irresponsible to try to find fault. All I ask is for what happened last night to stay between us, I wouldn't want to make this any harder for your father. -Okay, fine. -You know son, in some strange way, the fact that biologically I'm not your mother makes me feel less guilty about what happened. After all, we're adults, both of us have needs and it could have happened at any moment. -I suppose you're right, although I don't think it's fair to Dad either. -Oh son, believe me. Your father is no saint, more than once I had to forgive him for his transgressions. Looking at it another way, at least I didn't get mixed up with a complete stranger. -I suppose... That you're right again. -I always am son – she said while winking at me and getting up to walk to her closet. – Now I think it's time to put the tears aside and prepare dinner, how does that sound? -Yes, it sounds good mom. She turned on the light, opened her closet, bent down looking for one of her favorite dresses, still carrying the babydoll from this morning, its exciting glutes opening smoothly without shame before my gaze. -Let's see, it should be around here... – Yes, here it is! – she said while pulling out a corset dress with very short and tight straps. Without thinking, she took off the babydoll in front of me, slowly letting it fall to the floor. Her enormous and exciting breasts were now free for my view, the tiny thong was the only thing left on her body. She acted as if I wasn't there. She put on the fitted dress, making her enormous glutes and breasts stand out even more in that dress. Her plump and exciting legs showed off outside of that dress that covered less than half of her thighs. When He leaned over to pick up the babydoll and could see the edge of her glutes poking out from under the dress. Her nipples stood out erect from the thin fabric on her chest. A inevitable erection began to emerge between my pants.
-Ready! Now, let's prepare dinner, he said jovially while taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen.
We put some music on, laughed, and jokes, dances, and pinches emerged as we cooked. For a moment, we returned to those days when I was a boy and we used to cook together on weekends. It was wonderful.
While we were eating, Mom pulled out a bottle of wine.
-Mom, what are you doing? I asked.
Oh, son, don't worry, it's just a small toast, she said.
-Why a toast? I asked.
For the truth... and eternal love of the family, she said.
-Haha, okay.
The clock marked almost 8:30, with only a fifth left in the bottle. Our empty glasses waited for the last sip, and we waited for Dad's arrival. A few minutes later, the phone rang. It was Dad, the rain hadn't allowed him to finish the repairs on the road and he would be spending another night at Julieth's.
-Oh poor Francisco, I hope you're not getting too down in your sister's house, she said.
I don't think so, with how much he enjoys Julieth's food, he must be having a great time, she said.
-Oh, that's what I hope, dear, she said, and then sat down on the sofa next to me.
We finished the evening reclining on the sofa, drinking wine, looking at the old family photo album, laughing as we remembered any silly thing about the stories behind those photos.
-Hey son, have you seen people who replicate their old photos when they're already older? she asked.
-Haha, yes, I think I've seen some on Facebook, I said.
-Oh! That looks so fun, we should do it and send it to your brothers, I'm sure they'll love it, my mom exclaimed.
-Haha, come on Mom, is this serious?
-Of course, son, why not? Let's go find something to wear and take the photos.
We spent almost two hours changing clothes clothes, going around the house everywhere, replicating old photos and laughing at all our craziness and foolishness. We had fun and laughed until we couldn't laugh anymore.
We arrived at my room. While flipping through the album looking for another photo to replicate, a very small one slipped out of the pages and fell to the floor. I picked it up to see it. It was a photo of my mother, she was very young and looked incredibly beautiful. In her arms was me, approximately a year old, smiling at the camera while I was nursing from her breast.
'Ha ha look mom, oh yeah, if I was adopted, how is it that you're breastfeeding me here?'
'Oh son, never did I breastfeed you, you drank formula all the time. That photo was only taken to keep up appearances.' - my mother said as she sat on my bed.
'Liar, liar, ha ha shall we replicate this one too?'
'Ha ha of course, if you want to be embarrassed, go ahead' - my mother said with a playful and challenging tone.
'Why would I be embarrassed? With a woman as beautiful as you...'
'Do you speak seriously?' - she said while her smile faded into a seductive and innocent look.
'Why not?' - I said as I put the album on the bed and approached her mouth in a seductive way.
I felt the small gasp of surprise and excitement in my mother's mouth, kissed her lips softly while caressing her shoulder and lowering her bra strap. Finally, I lowered her underwear leaving her breasts at my mercy, licked her nipples softly and sucked them with luxury while she moaned. Her trembling hands held my head, as if trying to deny me of her delights, but couldn't, her desires were stronger than her reason.
'Ah! Son!, that feels... Very well, Ah!
I continued breastfeeding from her enormous breasts for a long time. Slowly I was tumbling her on the bed, she instinctively opened her legs letting me see her depilated and exquisite vulva, her lips were rosy and fleshy, the Fluids of warm and viscous fluid were already flowing out of her slit, dripping down her vagina. -What a delight, Helen, now I'll eat you like it's supposed to be,' I said, drunk with lust. -Yes, do it, son, eat my pussy, what a delight' my mother groaned, out of reason. I licked her lips with desire and passion, savoring every fold of her vulva, caressing her clitoris strongly with my tongue, licking it from top to bottom, in circles around it, on it, stimulating it, drinking every drop of her exciting elixir until an orgasm shook her body, releasing incessant and pleasant moans. -Oh Donni, ah! Ah!... What are we doing?,' she managed to say with difficulty between moans -You yourself said, Mom, our needs, the cups, it's better to get mixed up with complete strangers, don't you? You said it, Mom, and you always have the right' I said, going crazy while pulling her short dress up to her abdomen, leaving her entire pelvis exposed. -Hehe, good boy,' she laughed, playing coyly. -Now come on, Mom, and make this worth it, yes? Will you be a good boy and please Mami?' -Of course I will, Mom. I quickly took off my clothes and positioned her waist at the edge of the bed. I played with my glans in her vulva for a while, and she moistened my cock. Then I started penetrating her strongly and deeply. Her breasts were moving to the rhythm of my thrusts. Her vagina was stretching with each penetration, squeezing my penis until it reached its root. My mother was moaning like a madwoman, our home's solitude making us free to scream in pleasure. -Ah! Yes! What a delight! Ah! More intense, more intense, Dad, that way, put it all in her, I want her all, Dad, fill me up, I'm yours, ah! That way! What a delight!' -Turn over, Mom, I want to enjoy you completely' -Okay, dear, how do you want to take Mami? Like this? Do you like it like this?' she said, getting on all fours and offering me her vulva so I could penetrate her from behind. 'Like this is fine, dear? Do you like seeing Mom's ass while... Ah! God!' Ah! ¡asi! ah! ah! I loved interrupting her with strong thrusts while she was talking. Her moans were loud and inevitable. I enjoyed seeing those enormous and perfect buttocks hit my pelvis as my testicles bounced against her clitoris every time I thrust until the trunk. Her fluids flowed all over my cock as it slid through my testicles and thighs. My mother was burning inside, she was so hot and wet. She swallowed my cock easily and we enjoyed it. I held her waist pulling her towards me, slamming her body strongly against my cock. A second orgasm from Mom exploded on my cock, this time expelling a stream that soaked the entire bed. -Oh dear! It doesn't matter, you keep going, please, keep going! – she begged hungrily, my mother was insatiable. -Come here Mom, I want to pleasure you more. – I said as I rolled onto my back. My cock rose like a mast, I took her legs and put her on top of me so she could ride me. -Put your feet on the bed Mom, bend your knees, like you're squatting. – I indicated. -Ok love, is that it? -Yes Mom, perfect, now take off that dress and let me see your breasts. -Right away sweetheart. How's it going? Do you like Mom's tits? -I love them Mom, they're perfect, a delight – I said as I devoured each of her breasts, playing with her nipples with my tongue. -Ah! Yes, that's tasty, be careful love, don't bite Mom, ah! Ah! Ah! I brought my swollen glans to the entrance of her vagina and without warning, lifted my hips penetrating her until the bottom. -¡AAH! – a loud moan indicated how much Mom was enjoying it. It was wonderful. I could see her abdomen contracting with pleasure, I saw her muscular legs opening, propelling small jumps on my cock, and below, I saw her exquisite vulva being penetrated by a thick, swollen, and venous trunk. I felt her buttocks bouncing against my testicles. Her hot fluid flowed over my cock. We fucked that way for a pretty long time, until we managed it. An intense and delicious mutual orgasm.
My cock exploded inside her, discharging a huge amount of hot semen, and she shuddered, moaning and trembling as her vagina contracted, squeezing all my penis inside her. I could feel my glans stretching her inner walls, caressing her uterus, filling her with my overflowing cum with each movement.
My mother couldn't take it anymore, her legs were shaking like a newborn servant, fell to her knees, still on top of me, with my cock swollen inside her, leaned against my chest, agitated and panting. She stayed there until my penis relaxed and came out of her. Then she lay down beside me, still with her head on my chest. I brought my fingers and pushed them into her abundant and silky hair. Adjusting it and blowing softly to refresh the hot encounter. With my other hand, I caressed her plump leg over my pelvis, tracing all the way up to her buttocks and squeezing them with pleasure.
She smiled sadly as she snuggled into my chest and we enjoyed the delicious pleasure of our bodies. We stayed in bed, silent, until exhaustion overcame us and we fell deeply asleep.
I woke up the next morning around 10:00 am, thrown on the floor beside my bed. A empty bottle of whisky was beside me, along with a box of cold medicine scattered all over the floor. I had an unbearable headache and it took me a few minutes to figure out where I was.
It was the worst hangover I'd had in years. I got up looking for Mom, but my bed was empty. I went searching for her around the house. Dad was in the kitchen with Mom, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.
Hey, Dad? But... when did you get here?
Get here from where? he replied without looking up from his paper.
From Julieth's?
What are you talking about Donni? Your sister left yesterday after lunch, my mother said confused.
But... and the storm, The road in bad condition, the rain... -Son, you must listen to me, whisky and grip medication are not a good combination, you're even hallucinating for God's sake – my father said while getting up to wash himself. -Son, get dressed, I need you to buy some things from the supermarket. My pantry was empty after yesterday's family lunch. – my mother said. -Yesterday? But what the hell...? -Don't use that language at home young man! -Mom, that was two days ago! -Oh son! Look at yourself! You don't even know which day you're living in, listen to your father and stop drinking, do you want? And hurry up with the shopping. Both of them left the kitchen like any other day. I stayed at the table, drinking the remains of coffee, with a huge migraine and the biggest existential doubt of my life. I hope you enjoyed it.
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