I decided to tell my story to my stepmother Laura, who went from being a traditional Catholic housewife and submissive mother to a liberal almost libertine, incestuous, empowered, and almost shameless woman. She is 1.52 meters tall and weighs 60 kg, plump because her breasts weigh 6 kg, cup size 36C, her rounded buttocks have a circumference of 110 cm, and her beautiful white-pink legs are full of meat, making her a lovely milf, not too thin at the waist, with a few extra kilos and some flabbiness, but this is overshadowed by her protuberances that make men turn to look at her when she wears low-cut tops, tight-fitting clothes. We have a 10-year-old boy and a 7-year-old girl, how is this possible? I'll tell you. My clear origin is due to my father, who was always a traditional, macho, Catholic, hypocritical, alcoholic, manipulative, unfaithful man when we were together. If he had any good qualities, it's that he never lacked food, clothes, shoes, home, education, and one or two luxuries, so we always had economic stability. But why did we have this stability? As I explained, he was Catholic and manipulative. I didn't find out until I was 17 years old that I wasn't Laura's son, from her own mouth, since he ran away from justice when it was discovered that he was involved with a network of criminals who violated and prostituted minor children and girls, a network associated with the Legionaries of Christ, which may recall that several years ago this network was uncovered in Mexico and other countries. Since this network belonged to the church my family attended with such enthusiasm, my father was the secretary or caretaker of the church, which is why he knew about the crimes committed by the priest in charge of her, they had to flee to who knows where with all the fortune they had amassed from all the years they were in charge.
And my origin then, I was engendered and breastfed by a woman that my father had rescued from the street, a woman I never knew and who after a year and a half of me being raised fled back to the street she came from, according to Laura, what my father told her, my mother disappeared in the streets and my father never found out anything about her.
You will see that at this moment I am 28 years old and Laura is 40, as you can see there isn't much difference in age, so as a big boy and adolescent I always made myself that question, which from fear of my father I never consulted with him or with Laura, had to know it through her, since he fled and wanted to avoid the trouble of explaining my origin to me, although he was still in contact with us until my daughter turned one year old, since we never knew where he was and also don't know to this day if he is alive or dead, but we suppose that the second option is the most probable, because as I said, he was unfaithful and an alcoholic, had cirrhosis and diabetes, sometimes getting into fights from which he always emerged victorious, so we deduce that maybe he had a last fight from which he couldn't survive, and it's that in this country, homicides are a daily occurrence and wherever he ended up could have been any state where crime was on the rise.
In short, we don't miss him or expect him to come back, he only left the task of explaining what happened to us kids, so much so that we had to organize a fake tomb with his name written on it, and we hired an actor who came every six months for two days to live with them, of course he had to act like him, so our children didn't find it unpleasant and hardly cried, except Laura, but from courage in life. that my father had given me. And Laura, well, she's from Oaxaqueño origin, who left her village at the age of twelve to come and work almost anywhere and ended up at my father's church, employing her as a domestic worker, giving them a roof and food, just like a minimum salary, How did my father manage to seduce her at such a young age? Well, with the help of the priest, and together they made her surrender to Benito, my progenitor, clearly being unfaithful to my mother, who preferred to return to the streets rather than live submissive to him, a chauvinist in every word. A month after we had abandoned my mother, Benito decided to bring Laura to our home and decided to make her his wife by all laws, since he had acquired her hand through an economic agreement with his in-laws, being my father 30 years old and Laura 12 years old. How is this possible? I don't know if you've heard of populations around the world where marriages for convenience abound, because here in Mexico too, and Laura, like her mother and her mother's mother, came from an original group from Oaxaca where almost any man who wanted to could get his hand on some cattle heads, and Laura was not an exception. Laura stayed many years without having children, this due to my father's manipulation, which only used her to raise me, as a wife, as a housewife and as his slut, according to what she told me. In the early years of their marriage everything was rosy except for the purchase of Laura from her parents, sex was almost daily in the first month, once a week in the third month, every two weeks in the fifth month, once a month at the end of the year and so on until Laura turned 30, when he left her. Leaving her with the uncertainty of whether she would ever come back and if the family would never grow again. When explaining her origin and mine to me, my dislike towards him increased and my attraction towards her grew, having me 17, I was with my hormones in the heavens, and she being the only woman I attended to, I would masturbate myself with her image and pornography, especially incest, the whole situation made us become more united. As I just said, I lived like an alienated person, my father forced me to study at the seminary, but it only managed to despise my religion and almost everything that surrounds it. So I was like a bubble where only existed the seminary, Laura, and my father, sometimes we would leave the bubble, but I didn't know how to breathe outside of it, her departure from him broke our bubble and made us adopt a new way of life.
Laura also freed herself since she had to after that incident. When they fled, we had to change houses because the harassment by the families of the victims and the police was too much, even threatening Laura, as I said earlier, we were always an affluent family and my father sold the house where we lived, leaving us one morning with very few belongings to a subdivision in the same metropolitan area where a nearly mansion-like house awaited us, a place with few neighbors and less noise, a more green place with quieter streets and friendlier people. The house is surrounded by plants and flowers on the fence, has a large garden, pool, three bedrooms, living room, dining room, kitchen, three bathrooms, and a WC, a palapa with a table, a small bar in the living room, and an overhead parking lot for three vehicles, a balcony, with all that, we lacked nothing.
My father left us a safe with half a million pesos from his shady dealings, which allowed us to live well for a time, and then we had to find another woman like Laura who always has advantages in this visual world.
The first day of arrival, we dedicated ourselves to cleaning the main bedroom, living room, bathroom, and kitchen. It didn't... time to clean up something more, I'd like to mention that the main bedroom wasn't that dirty, and the others had cobwebs, how long ago did my father buy this house? We didn't know, nor did we know if he ever used it.
Laura surprised me, as when arriving at this new house she changed from loose clothes almost like a nun's into black lycra leggings that made her normal underwear stand out. When she appeared before me with a sleeveless blouse and those leggings, I asked:
😨 Hey mom, what's up with that outfit?
L: Well, you see, it didn't cost much, I only wore it when you kids weren't home, do I look bad?
😨 No, not at all, you look good, you seem younger (at 30 years old with her voluptuous body, slender face, smooth and rosy skin that sometimes confused me with my sister), why only when we're not home?
L: Your dad, always with that retrograde mentality that women always have to wear a skirt, he'd tell me that, but the prostitutes he hired didn't matter how they dressed as long as they obeyed... excuse me, son, it's just that your father spent his time being unfaithful and treating me like dirt, oh if I could only tell you.
😨 No mom, there's nothing to forgive, I never understood why with a woman like you, he never saw fit to give you affection, at most I'd see him only manhandling you all the time.
L: Oh yes, that wild guy always, only at first would he say he loved me, and then not even touch me, and when he did it was just to use me and make himself look good... son, don't take it wrong, but I'm a woman, and he never wanted to make me a complete woman. (starts crying, I hug her waist, she hugs me back around the neck and puts her head on my chest), he never wanted us to have children, always told me to take care of myself, that with one child I had, but I always wanted to have mine, feel like a woman. totally, breastfeeding a baby (everyone kept telling me to do so, sobbing). 😨 Well, you're still young and the thing hasn't died yet, it's true that they can't be seen, but there are always other options (saying this, she stays silent for 20 seconds, just sobbing, I saw from above how good those leggings looked on her big thighs, I was getting hard with her stuck to me).
L: You're right my love, but he won't be here, at least not soon, who's going to help me?, I won't have him to help me.
😨 You have me, Mom, I can support you as much as you want, I also want a little brother, but most of all I want to see you happy, you've suffered a lot, and I want to make up for everything my dad didn't give you, all mom, because even though you're not my biological mom I love you like you were, and I'd be willing to do whatever for you.
L: Oh my love, how sweet you are, muah, muah, muah, muah, (kiss attack, I lost count, thought it was over when she looked at me with her eyes and lips, let out a peck kiss, lowered her hands to my waist, pulled me towards her, had me half-erect but that didn't matter to her), you look so much like your dad, but way more handsome and tall daddy, there are some big men (maybe she said it with double meaning, I just smiled and let myself be done), come my love, let's go to the balcony (takes my hand), come, hug me (takes my arms, presses her back against my chest, and her ass against my crotch, this caused my dick to vibrate in the middle of her thighs), oh my love, I feel more like a big daddy when you're like that, look how you cover me, I'm fine for you, baby (and my arms are on top of her breasts).
😨 Mom, not at all, if you didn't know my favorite ones are chaparritas like you.
L: How about me?How am I like you?
😨 Like your chaparritas and beautiful mom.
L: Oh baby, how sweet you are, oh my life if only your dad had been as loving (not the first time I hugged her, just that never before in this way, with my dick) wedged in your crack), we would already have the complete family. 😨 Jajaja, oh mom, you're a precious waste.
L: Not really, your father did use me too much, too much (stops supporting her back on my chest to lean against the railing, but still supports her crack on my 16 cm of width, just like I do), but well, I think we should get used to him, free ourselves, support each other, let's make this house our paradise (reaches out to see her bite her lips, and she lets out a little moan), good my love, this is very tasty, but we have to hurry, and besides, it's given me too much heat, do you want a refreshing drink?. 😨
If mom, please.
L: With ice?
😨 Sip (gets away from me, but turns around and faces me, attracts me towards her with her hands on my neck and plants another kiss, but this time more wet and lasting).
L: Oh pussy, how big you've gotten all of a sudden, I remember when I used to carry you in my arms, and now maybe you're the one who will carry me in your arms (while saying that she starts moving her prominent buttocks.
😨 Maybe? Do you doubt?, oh you're leaving (catches up to her and sticks to her ass, trying to lift her up, she slips away lightly and pushes me, her hand lands on my waist and slides down my marked groin).
L: Already, papi, don't tease me anymore (I remained silent, what am I teasing her? What am I teasing her for?, it's the day when she has called me papi most often), better go get some air so you can cool off, and I'll get more comfortable because it's too hot, I won't be long love (five minutes passed, but she didn't return less provocative, on the contrary, she returned with green tights that were almost bursting from being so tight, and a sports top that was squeezing her mega boobies too much, she looked even hotter, clearly, with the refreshing drinks in her hands). 😨
Oh momma, it seems to me like you have a lot of clothes that my dad wouldn't let you wear.
L: Don't believe me, my love, actually he did let me put it in me, but only for him, when you weren't looking. 😨 Really mom?, What's the point of seeing and not touching? L: Oh baby, if I explained it to you, your dad was very special about intimate things, that's why I'm telling you he took advantage of me, used me at his pleasure, for his own interests, didn't care... (almost said too much, but what I didn't want to say would be told later). 😨 Oh mom, but all that won't be anymore, and it's all because of health. L: Health?, If we're not drinking, or what? Do you want to drink? 😨 It would be good ma, now we can, we don't have to obey anyone. L: We do?, I don't have to obey anyone, little one, because in law I'm your mother, adoptive, but ultimately your mother. 😨 Well, but don't get upset. L: No my love, I'm just clarifying, okay? (nodding), hey my love, and how do you see my outfit? 😨 Better than the previous one mom beautiful. L: Don't you think I'm fat? (holds up her breasts and lets them fall, I shake my head, she turns around and does the same with her buttocks which are only covered by that transparent thong that splits them in half). 😨 Take advantage and I'll attack you, sticking my cock that's about to explode, embracing you from the front putting my fists under your big breasts that seem to burst with the marked nipple on top. Not beautiful mom, you're not fat, you're too good, but too much. (kiss her ear, her neck, her cheek). L: Oh my love, you're tickling me, no!, bad (leans forward, but this only causes my erect cock to embark on all its swollen backside). 😨 This outfit is very good for exercise, when you want I'll help with your routine. L: If so, it would be good (move my face to the other side of her face and also fill it with kisses), oh yeah my love, that's enough, oh, how hot you are (push me that almost makes me fall). 😨 You have no idea mom (stammering). L: What? 😨 Nothing mom. L: Well, let's hurry up, and soon we'll get into the jacuzzi. 😨 Okay. That day we were in action cleaning, there were many moments when I would catch myself staring at the beautiful and curvaceous body of my stepmother, she would lean towards me when she was facing away from me, I would take advantage to stuff her, she would let herself be done for moments, always passing by my side rubbing against me, her attributes, twice I had to go to relieve myself and this I think she noticed because she looked cheerful upon my return, and the time she went to the bathroom also took longer than expected. At 7 PM she arrives and says, 'already my love, let's go to the hot tub.'
That day, according to her confession, it was the day when I was most inclined to procreate, that is, I was ovulating, and just a month had passed since I wasn't intimate with my dad, everything happened so that that day would be the beginning of a great incestuous relationship. ...
And my origin then, I was engendered and breastfed by a woman that my father had rescued from the street, a woman I never knew and who after a year and a half of me being raised fled back to the street she came from, according to Laura, what my father told her, my mother disappeared in the streets and my father never found out anything about her.
You will see that at this moment I am 28 years old and Laura is 40, as you can see there isn't much difference in age, so as a big boy and adolescent I always made myself that question, which from fear of my father I never consulted with him or with Laura, had to know it through her, since he fled and wanted to avoid the trouble of explaining my origin to me, although he was still in contact with us until my daughter turned one year old, since we never knew where he was and also don't know to this day if he is alive or dead, but we suppose that the second option is the most probable, because as I said, he was unfaithful and an alcoholic, had cirrhosis and diabetes, sometimes getting into fights from which he always emerged victorious, so we deduce that maybe he had a last fight from which he couldn't survive, and it's that in this country, homicides are a daily occurrence and wherever he ended up could have been any state where crime was on the rise.
In short, we don't miss him or expect him to come back, he only left the task of explaining what happened to us kids, so much so that we had to organize a fake tomb with his name written on it, and we hired an actor who came every six months for two days to live with them, of course he had to act like him, so our children didn't find it unpleasant and hardly cried, except Laura, but from courage in life. that my father had given me. And Laura, well, she's from Oaxaqueño origin, who left her village at the age of twelve to come and work almost anywhere and ended up at my father's church, employing her as a domestic worker, giving them a roof and food, just like a minimum salary, How did my father manage to seduce her at such a young age? Well, with the help of the priest, and together they made her surrender to Benito, my progenitor, clearly being unfaithful to my mother, who preferred to return to the streets rather than live submissive to him, a chauvinist in every word. A month after we had abandoned my mother, Benito decided to bring Laura to our home and decided to make her his wife by all laws, since he had acquired her hand through an economic agreement with his in-laws, being my father 30 years old and Laura 12 years old. How is this possible? I don't know if you've heard of populations around the world where marriages for convenience abound, because here in Mexico too, and Laura, like her mother and her mother's mother, came from an original group from Oaxaca where almost any man who wanted to could get his hand on some cattle heads, and Laura was not an exception. Laura stayed many years without having children, this due to my father's manipulation, which only used her to raise me, as a wife, as a housewife and as his slut, according to what she told me. In the early years of their marriage everything was rosy except for the purchase of Laura from her parents, sex was almost daily in the first month, once a week in the third month, every two weeks in the fifth month, once a month at the end of the year and so on until Laura turned 30, when he left her. Leaving her with the uncertainty of whether she would ever come back and if the family would never grow again. When explaining her origin and mine to me, my dislike towards him increased and my attraction towards her grew, having me 17, I was with my hormones in the heavens, and she being the only woman I attended to, I would masturbate myself with her image and pornography, especially incest, the whole situation made us become more united. As I just said, I lived like an alienated person, my father forced me to study at the seminary, but it only managed to despise my religion and almost everything that surrounds it. So I was like a bubble where only existed the seminary, Laura, and my father, sometimes we would leave the bubble, but I didn't know how to breathe outside of it, her departure from him broke our bubble and made us adopt a new way of life.
Laura also freed herself since she had to after that incident. When they fled, we had to change houses because the harassment by the families of the victims and the police was too much, even threatening Laura, as I said earlier, we were always an affluent family and my father sold the house where we lived, leaving us one morning with very few belongings to a subdivision in the same metropolitan area where a nearly mansion-like house awaited us, a place with few neighbors and less noise, a more green place with quieter streets and friendlier people. The house is surrounded by plants and flowers on the fence, has a large garden, pool, three bedrooms, living room, dining room, kitchen, three bathrooms, and a WC, a palapa with a table, a small bar in the living room, and an overhead parking lot for three vehicles, a balcony, with all that, we lacked nothing.
My father left us a safe with half a million pesos from his shady dealings, which allowed us to live well for a time, and then we had to find another woman like Laura who always has advantages in this visual world.
The first day of arrival, we dedicated ourselves to cleaning the main bedroom, living room, bathroom, and kitchen. It didn't... time to clean up something more, I'd like to mention that the main bedroom wasn't that dirty, and the others had cobwebs, how long ago did my father buy this house? We didn't know, nor did we know if he ever used it.
Laura surprised me, as when arriving at this new house she changed from loose clothes almost like a nun's into black lycra leggings that made her normal underwear stand out. When she appeared before me with a sleeveless blouse and those leggings, I asked:
😨 Hey mom, what's up with that outfit?
L: Well, you see, it didn't cost much, I only wore it when you kids weren't home, do I look bad?
😨 No, not at all, you look good, you seem younger (at 30 years old with her voluptuous body, slender face, smooth and rosy skin that sometimes confused me with my sister), why only when we're not home?
L: Your dad, always with that retrograde mentality that women always have to wear a skirt, he'd tell me that, but the prostitutes he hired didn't matter how they dressed as long as they obeyed... excuse me, son, it's just that your father spent his time being unfaithful and treating me like dirt, oh if I could only tell you.
😨 No mom, there's nothing to forgive, I never understood why with a woman like you, he never saw fit to give you affection, at most I'd see him only manhandling you all the time.
L: Oh yes, that wild guy always, only at first would he say he loved me, and then not even touch me, and when he did it was just to use me and make himself look good... son, don't take it wrong, but I'm a woman, and he never wanted to make me a complete woman. (starts crying, I hug her waist, she hugs me back around the neck and puts her head on my chest), he never wanted us to have children, always told me to take care of myself, that with one child I had, but I always wanted to have mine, feel like a woman. totally, breastfeeding a baby (everyone kept telling me to do so, sobbing). 😨 Well, you're still young and the thing hasn't died yet, it's true that they can't be seen, but there are always other options (saying this, she stays silent for 20 seconds, just sobbing, I saw from above how good those leggings looked on her big thighs, I was getting hard with her stuck to me).
L: You're right my love, but he won't be here, at least not soon, who's going to help me?, I won't have him to help me.
😨 You have me, Mom, I can support you as much as you want, I also want a little brother, but most of all I want to see you happy, you've suffered a lot, and I want to make up for everything my dad didn't give you, all mom, because even though you're not my biological mom I love you like you were, and I'd be willing to do whatever for you.
L: Oh my love, how sweet you are, muah, muah, muah, muah, (kiss attack, I lost count, thought it was over when she looked at me with her eyes and lips, let out a peck kiss, lowered her hands to my waist, pulled me towards her, had me half-erect but that didn't matter to her), you look so much like your dad, but way more handsome and tall daddy, there are some big men (maybe she said it with double meaning, I just smiled and let myself be done), come my love, let's go to the balcony (takes my hand), come, hug me (takes my arms, presses her back against my chest, and her ass against my crotch, this caused my dick to vibrate in the middle of her thighs), oh my love, I feel more like a big daddy when you're like that, look how you cover me, I'm fine for you, baby (and my arms are on top of her breasts).
😨 Mom, not at all, if you didn't know my favorite ones are chaparritas like you.
L: How about me?How am I like you?
😨 Like your chaparritas and beautiful mom.
L: Oh baby, how sweet you are, oh my life if only your dad had been as loving (not the first time I hugged her, just that never before in this way, with my dick) wedged in your crack), we would already have the complete family. 😨 Jajaja, oh mom, you're a precious waste.
L: Not really, your father did use me too much, too much (stops supporting her back on my chest to lean against the railing, but still supports her crack on my 16 cm of width, just like I do), but well, I think we should get used to him, free ourselves, support each other, let's make this house our paradise (reaches out to see her bite her lips, and she lets out a little moan), good my love, this is very tasty, but we have to hurry, and besides, it's given me too much heat, do you want a refreshing drink?. 😨
If mom, please.
L: With ice?
😨 Sip (gets away from me, but turns around and faces me, attracts me towards her with her hands on my neck and plants another kiss, but this time more wet and lasting).
L: Oh pussy, how big you've gotten all of a sudden, I remember when I used to carry you in my arms, and now maybe you're the one who will carry me in your arms (while saying that she starts moving her prominent buttocks.
😨 Maybe? Do you doubt?, oh you're leaving (catches up to her and sticks to her ass, trying to lift her up, she slips away lightly and pushes me, her hand lands on my waist and slides down my marked groin).
L: Already, papi, don't tease me anymore (I remained silent, what am I teasing her? What am I teasing her for?, it's the day when she has called me papi most often), better go get some air so you can cool off, and I'll get more comfortable because it's too hot, I won't be long love (five minutes passed, but she didn't return less provocative, on the contrary, she returned with green tights that were almost bursting from being so tight, and a sports top that was squeezing her mega boobies too much, she looked even hotter, clearly, with the refreshing drinks in her hands). 😨
Oh momma, it seems to me like you have a lot of clothes that my dad wouldn't let you wear.
L: Don't believe me, my love, actually he did let me put it in me, but only for him, when you weren't looking. 😨 Really mom?, What's the point of seeing and not touching? L: Oh baby, if I explained it to you, your dad was very special about intimate things, that's why I'm telling you he took advantage of me, used me at his pleasure, for his own interests, didn't care... (almost said too much, but what I didn't want to say would be told later). 😨 Oh mom, but all that won't be anymore, and it's all because of health. L: Health?, If we're not drinking, or what? Do you want to drink? 😨 It would be good ma, now we can, we don't have to obey anyone. L: We do?, I don't have to obey anyone, little one, because in law I'm your mother, adoptive, but ultimately your mother. 😨 Well, but don't get upset. L: No my love, I'm just clarifying, okay? (nodding), hey my love, and how do you see my outfit? 😨 Better than the previous one mom beautiful. L: Don't you think I'm fat? (holds up her breasts and lets them fall, I shake my head, she turns around and does the same with her buttocks which are only covered by that transparent thong that splits them in half). 😨 Take advantage and I'll attack you, sticking my cock that's about to explode, embracing you from the front putting my fists under your big breasts that seem to burst with the marked nipple on top. Not beautiful mom, you're not fat, you're too good, but too much. (kiss her ear, her neck, her cheek). L: Oh my love, you're tickling me, no!, bad (leans forward, but this only causes my erect cock to embark on all its swollen backside). 😨 This outfit is very good for exercise, when you want I'll help with your routine. L: If so, it would be good (move my face to the other side of her face and also fill it with kisses), oh yeah my love, that's enough, oh, how hot you are (push me that almost makes me fall). 😨 You have no idea mom (stammering). L: What? 😨 Nothing mom. L: Well, let's hurry up, and soon we'll get into the jacuzzi. 😨 Okay. That day we were in action cleaning, there were many moments when I would catch myself staring at the beautiful and curvaceous body of my stepmother, she would lean towards me when she was facing away from me, I would take advantage to stuff her, she would let herself be done for moments, always passing by my side rubbing against me, her attributes, twice I had to go to relieve myself and this I think she noticed because she looked cheerful upon my return, and the time she went to the bathroom also took longer than expected. At 7 PM she arrives and says, 'already my love, let's go to the hot tub.'
That day, according to her confession, it was the day when I was most inclined to procreate, that is, I was ovulating, and just a month had passed since I wasn't intimate with my dad, everything happened so that that day would be the beginning of a great incestuous relationship. ...
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