Night in Cape Cold

We had left ourselves alone in my grandfather's house near Cabo Frío, my grandfather having gone that night to Rio de Janeiro and wouldn't return due to his diplomatic affairs until a week later; the domestic staff had retired, mom and I stayed after dinner in the gallery facing the vastness of the night, facing us the Saquarema lagoon enclosed between mountains, the starry firmament and distant a guitar playing zamba, the breeze like Caribbean, juagaba with her short red vest and breteles, showing off her white thong occasionally framing her hips. In my hammock I was still reading poetry books that came and went to look for in the library; at one moment mom offered to bring me a cold drink, I said yes and when she got up from her hammock, her thong was just a thread between her golden thighs.

I got up from my hammock to ask her if my drink could be a simple frozen guarana juice, when through the window I discovered her leaning against the wall, carrying her fingers after caressing her vulva towards her lips, I saw her excited closing her eyes and one of her breasts escaped from that red camisole.

Has she gotten excited perhaps thinking about her old friend Reinaldo whom she would see again after years, in her boyfriend Mingo who had stayed in Bs. As. in the white boxers I was wearing drawing my figure on the night? But I don't think it's thinking about my dad's cuck that always reminded her to wear condoms while staying in Bs. As.

Laura, my mother, was burning and didn't stop being casual in front of such a spectacle on the night at Cabo Frío.

I went back to my hammock and waited for her, sensually caressing my bulge, she approached me with the drink inclining towards me and provoking my eyes to fall upon her nipples, her legs brushed against my arm and turning her back to me, she returned to her hammock; on her bronzed thighs the white thong was a provocative grimace at my instincts; little after I felt her asleep. —I fell asleep, I'm going to bed, until tomorrow love. —Until tomorrow ma, I'll stay reading for a bit more, the night has poetry. —I made a wish…, just as a shooting star passed. —Hmmm, ask her. Suggested returning to caress my boxer. I think at that moment I stopped seeing my mother as a mother and she became a desirable woman, and for the lascivious gaze of hers, I also stopped being her son to become her most furtive sin, her ignited desire, the accomplice of her courtesan lives, of slut before my eyes and for the most perverse between us, from that night in Cabo Frío nothing would be equal. We were no longer mother and son, we were one same intention in the night, although I dreamed of my first girlfriend, with my poems, I desired her, she was unbridled luxury openly to the excitement of her sexual desires. Incest was already before our base instincts. I had read somewhere: men betray because it's in their genetic system. Women do it because they don't have sufficient dignity, and besides giving up their body, they always end up giving a little of their heart, A true crime. A robbery. But robbing a bank, because if they ever find out (and they always do), it will cause irreparable damage to their family. For men it's just a 'stupid mistake'. For women it's a spiritual murder of all those who surround her with love and support as mother and wife. I went back to my bed to keep reading, through the corridor I saw that there was still light in mom's room, I approached and listened as she was taking a shower, I thought about going back but then I realized my mother wasn't anymore, now she was just her name synonymous with transgression, incest, slut. Laura, the desire of prohibited but addictive pleasure. I turned off the light and stayed thinking, looking at the emptiness of an erotic appetite perhaps unrealizable, —only if she had desired it as that star fell—. The breeze entered through the window, a lunar glow left shadows on my room. I feel her presence, her breathing provokes me, I don't believe it, I masturbate with my eyes closed, think of her, sit up in bed; I imagine her figure drawn in that glow, I smell her perfume and open my eyes, she's sitting on the white bench, holding a cup, covering her depilated pubis.

Perched over high-heeled boots, she parts her legs slightly and I see her almost depilated belly, leaving a defined line that descends towards her clitoris, her breasts escaping from the black bra and a thong held up by the underwear is stuck in her skin.

She doesn't say anything to me, looks at me sensually, erotically provokes me and raises her cup towards my eyes. I close my eyes again...

She sits up and approaches on her boots - let's go to my bed -, I resist the invitation but her perfumed thong provokes an uncontrollable tremor in me, my cock becomes even more rigid, my hands caress her legs and I dare to rub her marked lips with my fingers in that fold.

I look at her and sketch a smile, she takes my hand. I don't want it, but what's going to happen will change our lives.

She doesn't talk to me, looks at me, her index finger enters my mouth, then another one that I suck and salivate, makes me be quiet. I know it's unstoppable now and I don't want it to stop while she lowers her hand caressing my chest over the boxer shorts.

She drops her arms and with them her lace-trimmed bodice falls to the floor, her almost naked body appears before me.

I want to kiss her but resist while still caressing her legs, play with the silk of her thong, rubbing her pubis, imagining her lips and her wet cleft that I press...

She wants to kiss me, opens her lips gasping, but sighs.

I get up from the bed, stand over her body with my arms dropped, she lifts her mouth seeking my lips, undresses completely, takes my cock squeezing the base of my erect trunk until it rubs against the defined hairs of her pubis.

I can't say a word, recline my head to pleasure to feel that I'm masturbating, I surrender and her lips eat my mouth, our salivas get mixed up, our tongues meet, her hand grabs my nape, she squeezes me even more onto her lips and gives in to her will.

I hear her breathing accelerate over my mouth while she keeps on masturbating, she kneels down and my gland disappears between her lips, she rubs with her fingers my anus, electrizes me and pushes my cock all the way into her throat.

She has possessed me, I am hers tonight, the star that fell into infinity, is kneeling before me, naked, perverted and slut. Her nipples rub against my legs, doesn't let me cum in her mouth, gets up, ties my neck with the belt of her robe, gives me her back, I lean on her hips, want to penetrate her, but she moves away... She takes my hand and we lose ourselves in the corridor towards her bed.

I am a slave to her desire, opens her legs and lies down over her, dodges the penetration of my cock, turns around, one leg rests on mine, masturbates me again, but doesn't let me cum, I don't ejaculate.

—I have something special for you, my baby, no one will ever treat you like me tonight.

She looks at me, smiles and winks an eye; she raises the silk belt and covers my eyes, I can't see anything, only feel her breathing and her hands tearing the sheets as her breath goes down to my chest, I feel her on my belly. I wait for a caress over my erection, but not.

I want to feel her, the silence is very deep, she doesn't touch me.

I can't see anything and I'm trembling.

Her index finger roams again over my anus and introduces herself smoothly, I lift my hips, I like the sensation, my mother is penetrating me, my erection feels the softness of her lips that wrap around my gland once more and ends interminably in her mouth that twists while her hands agitate, still sucking my semen.

She doesn't take off the silk from my eyes, I feel her resting her body on mine, her pubis squeezes with my cock and she kisses me with the taste of my semen that she has drunk. Her tongue searches again my, sucks my mouth, sucks my saliva. My hands now run over her and discover her hips, find the crack of her Booty and seek her anus, she kisses me even deeper, but pulls away.

I remain motionless between her sheets, blindness and her departure suggest her sexual games. I don't feel her, I don't hear her voice, I don't perceive her breath, her contact, her perfume, I remain silent.

After what seems like an eternity, I start to notice her legs riding over my stomach, her pussy rubs against my cock that stiffens and gets buried in her lips, her fluids moisten me, but she doesn't let me penetrate. I take hold of the headboard of the bed and let her ride me, she rubs against my stomach, I feel her nipples on my lips, which forces me to bite; I bite them, suck them, and they become larger in my mouth.

—No one will ever treat you like me tonight. —She repeats.

I penetrate her even deeper, until my cock disappears in her moaning and I come again, deep in her intestine, and fall onto her body, we're sweating with pleasure, slide off her body and a jet of semen shoots out from her bloody asshole the size of my fury.

I caught myself with my mother, ripped her ass, more than one would have wanted that moment, but it was only mine, her sphincter was reserved for me.

I feel between her vaginal lips that my cock has swollen again, but she doesn't let me penetrate; she sits up and takes the silk from my eyes, the room is only lit by the night light that enters through the window.

—Turn around. —She orders.

I get up from the side of the bed and she reclines, her body bends and flexes her legs towards my shoulders, her tits crown with two deep pink aureoles and her nipples point towards my lecherous gaze. I hold her legs under her knees and my glans approaches her lips, we sigh!

—No, not yet, first 'make me a tiny ass', I kept it virgin for you, no male has ever dilated my sphincter, It's my gift for your 18th. —I embed my glans in her anus and press, I had lubricated it and my erection opens up, with her hands separating her buttocks even more and I penetrate her, her clitoris is my temptation, I want to suck it, but she doesn't let me stop penetrating even more, until I cross through her intestines. —Don't stop, come on me, come on me harder; break my ass, it's burning; that's how I wanted to feel you, like that, no one dares to be the first, only you drink. The body arches without releasing my cock and tightens her sphincter even more... —Pierce me, you have a huge cock son, open me up, stretch me out, enculame at your pace and rhythm. Silhouettes are drawn on the crystal of the window with a sea background. She kneels in front of me, masturbates me, devours me... cum or don't, it's no longer an alternative, I flood her lips and spill my semen between the abyss of her breasts. It's no longer just my lover, my lust, my final sin, the night is deep between her lips, I erect myself on her breasts and spill my semen again over her rubbed aureoles and erect nipples. She leans her hands on a table, her breasts escape from the black body, I rip off her thong, penetrate her once more, she curves her head, her black hair smells like savage it rubs against my chest, I feel it, I moan and push her buttocks towards my erection that throbs as it ends inside her belly; she curves in her figure in an intense orgasm, her head drops forward and she groans again. Time dissolves into mythological ages, the desired incest is repeated over and over between the shadows that incite sin. Oedipus and Jocasta are reborn in her and me. We dine in the hotel room, we look at each other, smile while savoring the fatal flavor on a chocolate fondue, served silently by who serves us, now we play uncontrollably the lascivious pleasure of the mythological. (...) I wake up sweating with an erection, she's next to me, I get up and contemplate her, it's my mother, delivered to Morpheus, asleep between Foams of lace, goose down pillows and pastel-colored sheets accentuating the blackness of her lace. I'm enchanted to see her sleep, defenseless with her brunette skin, legs like ochre that disturb me, I desire her, I approach and caress her legs, she doesn't wake up, barely touching her pubis with a finger, I kiss her lips, I masturbate and let my semen fall delicately onto her open mouth.