Mama and I (Episode 6)

After the breakup with my girlfriend, I went back to living with my parents, had trouble falling asleep, and thought about her a lot. One day, I entered my mother's room looking for a hairbrush and found a very sexy thong next to her TV stand. Seeing it made me go crazy, I got a huge erection but my old man walked in, so I quickly went back to my room to hide the excitement I was feeling that night. I started thinking about my mom and that yummy thong I saw. A thousand fantasies ran through my head, imagining her next to me, kissing her, caressing her. My mother became my obsession, the only reason to be happy again, I was in love with her eyes, hair, delicate hands, and the madness of her body made for desire. To drive me crazy, she would stay home wearing tiny shorts that parted in the middle of her vulva and slightly entered her precious ass. She used tops that left me observing her beautiful belly, with that deep navel that wouldn't take long to make me go wild. Suddenly, she started using certain sleepwear that left little to my imagination.She wore pajamas whose fabric allowed me to fully appreciate the dimension of her breasts and nipples, as well as the size of her small interiors that entering between her buttocks gave all the freedom for them to harmoniously sway when she walked. I knew that in each of her attitudes there was a certain coquetry or challenge, and I think that facing her in this way pursued either getting rid of my foolishness about her or getting used to seeing her like my mother, or generating that infinite morbid climate in which we lived. This last one occurred for better or for worse, and the temptation to be alone, to live in that dangerous intimacy spoke louder. Without being able to avoid it, I began to search for a closer contact again, hugging her for any reason and wanting to remove any prevention from her side, started playing with her hair, loading her despite her 65 delicious kilos of meat, and bringing her juice to her bed on Saturday mornings when she entered her room, sat on her bed, and stamped a kiss on her forehead, caressing her hair, and waking her up with sweet phrases. I wanted to become her male again, making her feel the girl she never was. The proximity of our bodies was becoming less innocent, and at home I stopped wearing shorts and put on only a short that would allow her to dimension and feel the size of my penis on her skin. When I hugged her at the beginning, I avoided letting my legs come into contact with her body, but I decided it was necessary for me to take the initiative and started getting closer to hers, hugging her tightly, passing my hands over her waist, and bringing my lips to her neck, whose proximity produced an unmistakable sensation that expressed itself through the erector of the precious hairs on her arms. Only a pretext was missing to end up loving each other as we do now. Not even a month had passed when the interior doors and she, contrary to what I thought, left them aside telling the master of the work that she would install them when everything arrived and not in parts. That confirmed to me that both of us could be wanting to spy on each other, and that she knew I was waiting for her entrances into the shower to give me a show of her ivory skin, caressing herself with soap.A Friday night I had to attend a faculty commitment. When I returned, I was very changed and in a terrible mood. I had worn a black bodysuit that covered me completely, and when I looked at myself, the disgust in her gaze was evident. She asked if I wanted to eat something, since she must have been very hungry after being with all the whores from the faculty, and that it was just like my father. I couldn't believe what she was saying to me. My mother was jealous, driven mad by thinking that another woman and not her had slept with me. I remained silent, staring at her fixedly in the eyes as I slowly approached her. I took her hands and explained that if I had delayed it was because precisely that day was the farewell from the faculty and that despite everyone meeting up at a trendy disco, and the party foreshadowed all the chaos of the world, I preferred to return home since nothing compensated for the joy of being by her side.

I hugged her tightly; I wanted to melt into my body, while she completely let go and began to sob, asking me for forgiveness for being so jealous when I wasn't her lover but her son. She wrapped her arms around my neck as if imploring that forgiveness and protection she didn't want to lose. Feeling her breath so close, the perfume of her still slightly damp hair from the balm she applied, and her breasts completely imprisoned against my chest, made me release all the repressed emotions, feelings, love, and unbearable desire. We stayed like that; quiet, not wanting to separate our bodies in an embrace that led us to that new universe where we would sink forever. I began to kiss her forehead, murmuring that she was the most precious woman in the world; the most tender and loving, and that for nothing or no one would I be willing to leave her alone. I felt her shudder as my lips imperceptibly touched her closed eyelids, and my hands held her tighter around her waist. Delicate. I took his face between my hands and without him being able to avoid it, I softly pressed my lips against his. We looked at each other intensely without either of us trying to avoid that contact, until I went crazy and opened my mouth slowly with my tongue, nibbling on his lips without offering any resistance. I don't know how much time we spent kissing in that fragility where it was necessary to be totally committed, without speaking, so the spell wouldn't be broken. At one point he reacted and stepping away from me, he looked at me terrified. What are we doing? was all he managed to say before I silenced his mouth with mine again and carried him to his room.

My mother started whimpering like a little girl, begging me to stop because she was too emotionally fragile and so confused that she was on the verge of going crazy with me. Without saying anything, I laid her down in bed, lay down beside her, and kept hugging her, no longer with tenderness but letting my hands explore the entire length of her immaculate back, all the way to her hips, while my totally crazed member rubbed against her legs so that her will would be bending under the contact of a male. She was breathing heavily, only murmuring no, no, no please, my life, this isn't right, my heaven, no, nooo... what are we doing? although her hands were already clinging to my back, going against what little remained of her sanity and prejudices. Without letting go of her, I started to lower the zipper on her skirt.Which of her skin I wanted to avoid but given my strength could not prevent it. I could feel again the delicacy of all her fiery skin, the smoothness of her legs and enormous and perverse buttocks. I caressed her beautiful anus with severity, but without hurting her, as she became more excited, closing her beautiful eyes from which delicious tears were flowing that I dried with my lips. I stopped with my left hand to explore the softness of her belly, in which one day I had it and today was ready to enjoy again in all the fullness of a different pleasure. Feeling her skin burned me, leaving me completely crazy, so I loosened my pants and threw them aside... Continued kissing her and lying on top of her, slowly opening her legs for her sex, soaked with a diabolical and strange joy for her, to experience the hardness of mine. My princess's moans were more intense each time. She opened her legs wide open to feel all the volume of my cock, strangulated by the boxer briefs and about to penetrate her. I kissed her neck and licked her ears. The spectacle of her defiant breasts led me to kiss them tenderly, increasing my caresses with my tongue and delicately biting her hard nipples. I licked every inch of her breasts until reaching her armpits, which seemed incredible to me, as she twisted like a slut in heat. I lowered my tongue down her hips and pulled her thong with my teeth until her knees, returning to immerse myself in the entire length of her vaginal lips, sucking them, passing my tongue over all that peak of luxury that was now mine and ready to drink for all eternity. I kissed and sucked her with severity, like a possessed one, licking her lips and clitoris, passing my tongue over the entire area of her open legs until the entrance of her precious anus; savoring every drop of her fluids that flowed from her soul surrendered to desire. The flavor and aroma of her sex was the most powerful. relaxant that I never drank until my beautiful little wife couldn't take it anymore and exploded in a delicious orgasm, sobbing like a recently deflowered young girl.

I knew at that moment that I wasn't counting on my own pleasure but hers, and that I had to continue until all her doubts, fears, and regrets were left behind before the greatness of our mutual love and our most perverse passions. At the gates of being possessed and having crossed the threshold of no return, my mother gently dug her nails into my back, and looking at me fixedly in the eyes, she forced me to confirm that at that moment I wasn't sleeping with any faculty slut, since one of those bitches had left a message on my house's answering machine, offering to be with me at the party and announcing that she was crazy about doing what I already knew with her. My beautiful woman felt jealous, not precisely of mother: she felt jealous of her male, rage at thinking that someone else could be with me when she had been leaving her imagination fly like I had, dreaming of that moment. I laughed a lot at her occurrences and knowing that that moment was irreproducible, I confessed to her that I was completely in love with her since we were living together. That I had been observing her all the time as the delicious woman she was. She then confessed that since we arrived at that apartment, she had started feeling the same way, and that she lived crazy with jealousy every time one of my girlfriends called, and that many times she opted not to give me messages, especially on two occasions when there was a pretty interesting party, and that without me noticing, she disconnected the phone to avoid anyone calling at home and entering my room, turned off my cell phone. I didn't know what to say and simply let out a loud laugh.

I continued kissing her, putting her on her side, after running my tongue over her neck, back, waist, and hips where I stopped to nibble her infinite buttocks. My mother was going crazy; she was moaning like cat... I returned to the indescribable sensation of sucking her vulva, whose lips were increasing in thickness... I dedicated myself to licking every pore, every millimeter of skin on her vulgar and delicious ass. I opened her right leg and put it on my shoulders, and opening her large buttocks, I explored the delight of her anus, whose perfectly defined folds left me completely stunned. I introduced my tongue as much as I could, trying to dilate that orifice of pleasure, licking everything that came out of her, since all her fluids were the only thing I needed to live from then on... Determined for her to feel everything she had a right to, I kept licking her sex and clitoris until she felt who knows how many more orgasms. My mother was multi-orgasmic and I don't know how my idiot father didn't notice such a lubricious woman in his life. Turning around while still sucking her precious little thing, I put my penis near her lips, until I could feel her tongue licking its head, and in one of her fits of madness she opted to put it all in her mouth, nursing it with delicacy that I couldn't resist, emptying all the semen I couldn't retain and which, to my surprise, she drank delightedly, wanting to extract every last drop. However, that ejaculation didn't affect me, and determined to conclude our sin, I lifted her legs to the height of my face, kissing and licking her beautiful feet while placing everything I wanted to feel in her entrails. I penetrated her with determination, with force, while she gave a cry of pleasure and her moans increased like the rocking of her hips...It was embracing me very tightly and as if something strange began to mutter coarse words, which increased my excitement and wanting my cock to enter her heart I gave the strongest thrusts I could until she started moaning more and more, exploding in the longest orgasm I had ever experienced in a woman, while I flooded her entrails with semen that I could have repressed and stored for her honor.

My mother, avoiding eye contact with a false shame and questionable modesty, clung to me, running her hands over my back, sighing like a lovesick teenager, and resting on my chest as she fell asleep in the haze now demonstrating that a new love, perhaps forbidden but this time definitive, had arrived in her life.

From then on, without stopping to think or question anything, we became husband and wife. I feel I love her more and more; I desire her 24 hours a day, and despite sleeping together completely naked and making love at night, dawn, morning, and whenever we're alone, each new coupling is more intense and leads us to a state of pleasure from which neither of us wants to descend. I adore her body and her white skin is increasingly exposed to my gazes. As soon as she gets home, she practically undresses for me or simply puts on those pajamas that don't really cover anything. I can't wait to get back after classes and finish my obligations to wait for that door to open and hug her with all the love and stamp a delicious kiss on her fiery mouth. I don't let her take a shower when she gets home from work until I've savored the delight of her sweaty and hot sex and ass, her excitement with that unmistakable aroma of her hormones and the delicious taste of her urine and fluids sticking to the crotch of her panties, which I lick with madness. I love to sniff and lick also the sweat of her armpits, and I forbade her from using deodorants since the taste of these bothered me and left an unpleasant taste in my mouth. I love sitting her on the sofa, taking her beautiful feet in my hands, caressing them in the most perverse way, making her with them caress my penis until she dies laughing, excited, and nervous. I adore her, and I adore everything about her; and it pleases me to know that she is happy beside me, when on afternoons we recline to watch TV or disconnect our cellphones on weekends and lie naked in our bed, loving each other without the world. We are absolutely happy and only the damn fact of being mother and son sometimes clouds our total bliss. Every day she is more precious, and although she has gained a little weight, those inexplicable pounds deposit themselves in her adorable hips, buttocks, and legs. We feel that nothing or no one can separate us and I have no eyes for anyone but her, and I know that despite being jealous of everything, very deep down she knows that I wouldn't fix my eyes on anyone who wasn't her. I love her with devotion and madness and I know that both would die just thinking about having to leave each other. To avoid inconveniences we decided last year for her to have an operation, since there isn't a day when we don't make love without considering even her menstrual period, because she has confessed to me that it is on the days she's most excited and honestly, sucking her during her period is my favorite thing, for the smell and taste of her blood flows and excitement mixed together, in the middle of her contortions and cries of pleasure. I adore everything about her, and I know that many may think this is just any fantasy or simply the product of a sick mind. What matters is our happiness, and knowing that my mother is the woman of my life, since she herself gave me that life, makes me think that only death could end all this universe of luxury, passion, love. Incontinence. She has shown that she can be the most depraved of whores just to make me happy, and my father never knew how to reach her heart or her sexuality. We have discovered thousands of things, we have fantasized about thousands of things, and maybe the craziest thing we think of doing is being with another girl to see her making love. We already have everything planned for our next vacations and my mother is willing to do it with another woman and let me also penetrate her while I'm with her. This is my wife, the precious My mother, whose ass seems to grow bigger every day and stands defiantly waiting for my cock. This is my wife, my beloved lover; that one who waits for me every night with her legs open to feel my son exploring all her orifices, positioning my lips and mouth on her sex, on her dream butt, flooding them with semen; her semen which she adores drinking and rubbing on her face because she claims it's the ideal mask to prevent wrinkles. This is me; her son, her boyfriend, and lover, and the man who made up for all the happiness he sacrificed during the years he was with my idiot father. Now I'm ready to give her everything within my reach to dedicate myself body and soul to the apostate adoration of all her beauty, of her ivory skin and desire, of passion and tenderness, of her mouth that knows how to take me by the reins through all the universe of pleasure to lose myself in the delicious hell of her caresses and kisses. I love her like never thought a man could love a woman; my wife, the precious My mother, the greatest reason I have for living.