CHAPTER 12// WITH MY MOTHER IN THE SHOWER
CHAPTER 12// WITH MY MOTHER IN THE BATH
—Do you like it very hot, love?—my mom asks, leaning forward, naked, over the bathtub, adjusting the water and pouring in aromas and foamy soap.
I'm two meters behind her, also naked, erect, holding my penis in my right hand, consciously caressing it while contemplating the fascinating views of her rounded and shiny ass, her pink slit slightly open, dripping, and her vulvar lips reddened, swollen, crying out for my tongue.
—So then, son?—my mom asks again, shaking her hips as she agitates the water.
—Ih?—I respond distractedly, unable to look at anything other than her beautiful and fleshy hole, and her small anus with darker skin, which looks dilated in that obscene position.
—Do you like it hot, Tito?
—Yes, mom, I like you very hot.
I hear her candid laughter.
Like this, leaning forward, exposing her cunt to me, she tilts her head to look at me, smiling.
—the water, naughty one, I mean the water.
—Ih—swallowing saliva—, it's warm.
—Good.
And goes back to what she was doing.
Mom shines from head to toe. Her skin color is white like cum, but also has rosy undertones. She looks like a doll. Her long legs look marvelous, firm, and her two buttocks, which vibrate with every movement, shine under the lamp light.
—you look delicious, mom— I say, choking back.
I can't believe I've penetrated her.
Mom leans forward, turns around, and looks at me.
—are you erect again, love?—she has her hands on the jar, and with that posture, the oval shape of her hips is more prominent.
—it's just that I can't help it, mom, you're very good.
Sugie, with sensuality, ties back her golden hair at the nape of her neck, extends her hand, and indicates for me to come closer.
The two large melons hanging from her chest breast detect her heat by judging the stiffness of her erect nipples. They are so enormous.
I feel a warmth in my cheeks as I contemplate her.
—Don't you think? Does your back hurt, mom? —Why would it hurt, my child? —Because your tits look super heavy and obese, mom. They hang with force like a porn actress. Sugey smiles again. I approach her, she takes my hand and starts to rub my testicles with her nails. —Damn! —I shout agitatedly when my testicular bags are at the mercy of my mother. —Kiss me, love —she says seductively. My penis thumps her flat stomach, her delicious and hard breasts stick to my shivering chest, sinking her nipples into my flesh, and her tongue approaches my mouth, which is already open to receive it. —“Muumgghmmg.” The tips of our tongues slither, wet, when they meet. It's inevitable for me to join more with my mother, spreading her breasts against me. My mischievous hands travel up her back, and with the fingertips I explore from her neck to her wide hips. When I reach her buttocks, I squeeze them, sinking my fingers into the two masses of trembling flesh between my palms. —¡Ouhgggh! —my mother gimes wildly. The thumps of my penis on her stomach insist, eager to sink into her hot vagina. “Muumgghmmg” we continue kissing. Mom continues her task of driving me crazy while rubbing my testicles, as her free hand caresses my back, using the tip of her nails, causing intense shivers. —¡Muumhhhmmm! —the splashing of our mouths and tongues slithering and crossing saliva becomes cadent. And mom's passionate motherhood while caressing her son's testicles makes us secrete. —My love... but how long do you have it —mom teases, pulling her tongue out of my mouth. —This hard is how you make me, mom! Do you let me screw you? —Oh —she smiles—, does my baby want to fuck with mom again? —Yes, mom, yes! —I say desperately, squeezing her ass with anxiety, rubbing my chest against her tits so that her nipples prick my skin, at the same time as my moist gland moistens with its thickness her belly.
—But first, my anxious boy, you have to wash Mommy.
—Uh? Yes, Mommy, yes, I'll wash you.
I need to separate from her to avoid penetrating her right there. I'm very hot, and Mother's lush body isn't helping me at all to control my more primal instincts.
Sugey, aware of how crazy she has me, sways her big hips when she gets into the bathtub, standing up.
—Come on, love, come with Mommy.
I don't waste any more time, while my mother submerges in the water, I get into the bathtub and try to throw myself over her.
—Uh, uh, uh —she stops smiling, skillfully putting her feet on my chest to avoid throwing herself at her.
—Mom... let me throw myself over you!
—No, baby, first we have to take a shower.
—But Mommaaa!
—But nothing, son. Come sit down on the opposite side of the bathtub.
Fuming like a spoiled child, I carefully submerge myself in the scalding water.
—Super hot, Mommy!
—Of course not, baby, it's warm.
—Warm for you!
—Men are always so whiny —she laughs.
—And women are always such devils. They probably don't feel like the water is that hot because they're part of hell.
—Ah, look, you —she keeps laughing, Mommy.
When I finally manage to submerge myself, I forget that my body is boiling in the water when I see half her nipples and areolas protruding between the foam concentrated in the water.
I swallow saliva and stretch out my feet, putting them under the fat legs of my mother.
—Tell me, Mom, how am I supposed to wash you if we're corner to corner?
Sugey is so seductive that I can barely conceive that that lustful gaze she's giving me between her blue eyes, biting her lower lip as if she were hungry, is the same gaze of a loving mother who has seen me like that throughout my whole life.
—The distance doesn't prevent our contact, son.
Suddenly her fingers emerge. From the right foot on the waters, full of foam and humidity.
—Start with my fingers, love.
Her nails are sensually painted with bright purple, and they're so white and small that I immediately take them to my mouth.
The softness of her fingers, which tremble between my tongue and palate, causes spasms. Mom is rolling in the waters and my tongue slides up to her big toe and then I push her little toes again.
—Oh, heaven... what a tongue...! Hoooh!
I gently bite each of her little toes one by one and follow them with sucking until mom considers it's enough.
—Now do the other foot, mom —I say.
—No —she responds, suddenly reddening in the cheeks—, now I'll go.
I barely understand what she means until I feel one of her feet, specifically her nails, getting between my testicles, while with the free foot she rubs the length of my erect penis.
—Damn! —I shudder with pleasure.
—Stay quiet, love —she says to me as I'm dying of excitement—, and let mom caress your balls and your cock.
Mom's fingers caress my testicular sacs with softness, burying her little nails between my folds. I shiver and my pelvis gets hot, almost electric, and my glans starts to drool and palpitate when the sole of one of her feet delicately rubs it, producing spasms.
—Oh, mom... mom... what you're doing to me... mamiii!
She has the tip of her tongue on her upper lip, smiling perversely, and I have my arms stretched out in the backrest of the bathtub while I shudder and make ridiculous gestures.
—You're killing me... ma... meee!
And I consider it's not fair that my mother has me under such pleasure. So, in a lapse, I pull my right foot from under her leg, and tilting it slightly, I press my thick toe between the folds of her vulva, and she gasps.
—Ougggh!
—So you can see what it feels like —I smile maliciously.
Mom continues massaging my testicles and cock between spasms, and I, a
Her turn, I try to introduce my fingers into her hot vagina, which pulsates over my testicles, and releases a very thick cream. —¡Hijoooo… uffff, how you're rubbing my cock, love… how you're rubbing it…! —¡Hoooh… momma…! It's like blinking and feeling that inside the water mom is squeezing my foot with her thighs, every time she has made a precise movement so now I'm getting masturbated by her feet. —¡Hoooh mamiii! Between sobs, I see her pointed nipples submerge and fill with foam each time she trembles. Meanwhile, I surrender to the pleasure of feeling her beautiful feet crushing my penis from the trunk, and sliding down to the glans, only to descend back to the base. —¡Joder! ¡How you're masturbating your son, mom... what a tasty...! —Yes! Yes! —she gasps while I do the same in her vulva. Before we can continue, mom releases my member and I release her vagina. She gets up, kneels on the tub, and I see her enormous breasts floating on the water and foam as she, like a beast, crawls to position herself over me. —Do you want to penetrate mom, my love? —she asks with a prostitute's tone. —¡S----í! —I respond with difficulty. I feel her heavy and fat buttocks searching for my legs to sit on them, every time my erection seeks her humid cave to bury itself inside her. —What am I doing, mom? —I ask when she's already completely seated over me, with her powerful breasts at the height of my mouth—. Don't want to make a mistake. It seems like a lie that that majestic and voluptuous mother is sitting on her son, very close to his cock. Mom smiles, lustful, and with both hands lifts her pair of tits and brings them to my face. —Can I bite them? —I ask. The blonde Sugey nods her head, at the same time as she raises her hips. —Guide your penis over my slit, love —she asks—, with one of your hands. I'm going to lift up a bit and you'll drive it into mom, understood, my baby? —Yes, ma... what you say. Her two nipples position themselves in front of me, while I, trembling with joy, grab my throbbing penis in search of the hole of my mother. —Just there, love! —she moans like a whore, at the same time as she turns towards her sides each of her nipples so that I can stick my face between them and squish—. I feel your little cock, my baby... just there... I feel it on my vulvar lips, which are hot, vibrating, and seeking to be caressed! —Your tits are bigger than my head, mom! —I say surprised, while she squishes my cheeks with them. I'm surprised that despite the water being hot, the mess escaping from Mom's vagina is even more torrid. —Rub your glans on me, my love —Mom gasps, starting to sway her hips in circles to feel the tip of my cap at her threshold—. Before you put it in, I want you to rub your glans on my clitoris, on my major lips...! Hoooh baby... that's... that's... what tasty you do! I take my head out of Mom's nipples and while I'm going crazy rubbing the exteriors of Mom's opening, I bring her nipples to my mouth, first one and then the other. —Eat them, my child! —she gasps, oscillating over the tip of my cock, which can't hold just caressing her exteriors—. Eat your mom's tits, heaven! Eat them! Like that, little love! Just like that! And rub me down low with your penis... like that, just like that! Hoooh, my love, I'm trembling! —Yes, yes, Mom, yes! —Suck my nipples, heart... stretch them, Mom wants you to stretch them harder! And now, king... go putting it in slowly into my hot little thing.... ¡Huuuuumhh! Mother miiiiaaaa! —Mamiiii! —Hijooooo! My stiff cock is sinking into my mother. She moans, shudders, throws her head back and her breasts with hard nipples shine. —What a good grip, Mom... what you do so well! My mother strangles my cock when she finally swallows it all. She makes contractions that They're crushing all my sperm and warming me up.
—I'm going to get up a little, my baby... slowly, so you can feel how I rub against you! So that the veins of your penis rub against my vaginal walls!
—Yes!
—I'm coming...
Mom gets up and as she's releasing my penis, her interior is squeezing it very tightly.
—Hooooh mamaaaa!
Mom makes sure not to come out completely, but when she's rubbing the tip of my glans, she sits back down and I push upwards so our encounter can be intimate and voracious.
—Mamaaaa!
—I'm coming, baby!
—Kiss me, Mom, kiss me!
Mom has her eyes closed. And now that my cock is buried inside her, she holds onto the back of my head, I put my fingers between her wet hair, which has come undone from her neck and is sticking to her back, and push her towards my mouth.
—Mummm!
We find our lips and kiss each other. My penis slides over her interior every time she lifts her hips up and then lets them drop again.
—Oummmghgg!
Our tongues are splashing around, Mom going up and down. My penis is pressed inside her vagina. My hands squeezing her butt cheeks.
—I'll go a little faster!—she warns, adjusting her knees on my sides.
—Yes, ma, yes.
And she sits back down on my penis, and it's nothing inside her feeling a great viscosity very hot. There's a tingling just in my pubis, and the frictions of my glans against her vaginal walls become more intense.
—More force!—she says.
And after a few seconds, the waters are splashing strongly, Mom's moans are constant, warm, and abrupt. Every time Mom's butt hits my legs, my penis vibrates and pulses inside her, compressing itself.
—I think it's all coming out now!—I say when I look outside the bathtub and see a lake.
—Let it all come out... but now screw me, baby, screw me!
—I love you, Mom, I love you!
Mom has such big hips. that contrast with my small body. It's like seeing giant buttocks crushing a young and lean man who tries to give his best. And I don't want to disappoint you. A woman like her deserves a good screw.
—Squeeze my breasts, my little man! And pound it hard... just like when you were masturbating thinking of me!
—I? I'm as surprised by your intuition as by the way she launches those words in a rough manner.
That's not the moral way to speak that a family mother would use who spends most of her time at church.
—Did you, love? Do you masturbate thinking of Mom?
—I do, Mom...
—How many times, son?
—Many times, Mom...
—What were you thinking?
—I was thinking about this moment! About your giant melons, your pinkish pussy, and your enormous ass crushing my balls!
—Oh, baby, how tasty!
Mom and I making love in the tub. What a madness, damn it!
—I saw you masturbating weeks ago, Mom!
It's my turn to upset her.
—I?
—with a kitchen utensil!
—Hoooh, my love! I don't know if she's hot or embarrassed.
—you were breathing very hard, Mom... you were very hot!
—How now...? She asks me while riding me.
—I'm hotter now!
—Were you spying on Mom while I was taking a shower, bad boy?
—Many times, Mom! I answer proudly.
Mom bounces her hips over my cock and I feel like I won't last anymore.
—you're a naughty boy, very naughty!
—Do I deserve a scolding?
—I say, licking her chubby nipples in passing.
—and now you'll give me one!
—How are you going to punish me, Mom?
—I'm going to swallow your cock until it gets stuck inside me!
—Ihoooh yes!
Mom starts bucking. The splashing intensifies. The blows of her ass bouncing over my legs make me incredibly horny.
—Mama! Mamiiii!
—Ihoooh, son, síiii!
I feel incredulous at the desperate way she's screwing me, like a possessed woman.
—How long has it been since you screwed with Dad...?
—A long time... very long time. amorrr! Sí, se nota… but… but… —And with Nacho? Her response is a long moan. —Haaaaa! —Hoooo, mom! Mom rides me. Her breasts shake in my face. On each ride I try to grab one of her nipples with my teeth, and when I manage to get one of her nipples stuck between my teeth, mom screams with pleasure, as she sucks them while she goes up and down. —Mamiiiii! I won't be able to hold on much longer! —Aguanta, cielo, aguantaaa more! Her breasts bounce. And my penis is very hot, tingling, about to explode. —I love your breasts, mom, they're so big! —Ohg, my love, you're so hard! I squeeze my hands against her hips, as if trying to push her up and down. But she buries herself in my cock on her own. She does it skillfully. —I'm going to explode mamiiii! Half the water has spilled out of the bathtub, but the foam has multiplied so much with each jolt that it looks like the tub is full again. Then, when I'm about to come inside her, the house phone rings. “¡Riiing!” —Hooooh! Mom moans, getting distracted, but still riding my cock, squeezing me in each thrust. —Don't answer, mom! —It might be your father! “¡Riiing!” —Mamá… I'm going to explode! Her breasts bouncing on my face. My hot cock pulsating inside her pussy. “¡Riiing!” —Hijo…! —Don't answer, mom! “¡Riiing!” —It's your father... it's your padreee..! —I'm comingooo! —No! My babyeee! —Mamiiiii! “¡Riiing!”*** ¡Worthless shit! ¡Fucking hell! ¡A thousand times hell! I can't believe my mom left me with a full load of cum, with my penis about to explode. It really hurts, it hurts my glans and testicles. Mom went to her cell phone when the phone stopped ringing, leaving me there in the bathtub still hard. Sugy comes back with her mobile but then dad calls from somewhere. I'm extremely angry, and mom gives me a gesture to calm down, saying already it will pass. Before answering, Mom puts the loudspeaker on, to keep me informed and know why my dad has interrupted this mega screwing, is he not a normal father? Is it seriously unable to wait at least one minute more while his son filled his hungry cock with his wife's? —I'm already arriving, woman —I hear my dad say, and Mom and I look at each other scared. What else could happen! —What? —Mom yells in amazement—. Lorenzo, but you said you'd be back by ten. —The light went out at my brother Sugey's house. A stupid guy crashed into the pole that supplies electricity to the quad and now we're left with only candles, halfway through the game. —But Lorenzo! I can't believe it. —Yes, yes, Sugey, warn me so you can get some snacks ready. —What? But...! —My brother Freddy and a new friend of his are coming to join us. We won't be long in arriving, woman. Glad the light went out just when halftime was about to start. —Lorenzo, for God's sake! —Prepare some peanuts and fried snacks. Tell Tito to go to the store for some beers, I think we're all out. And some coca-colas. And you make some sausages with chipotle, salt, and lime, those that come out of your slut mother. Have Tito help you set up the kitchen table in the living room, so they can put things away. —Lorenzo, I'm not prepared to receive visitors! —Stop complaining so much, Sugey, and understand what I'm saying! I've been working all week, and one little favor is too much for you. Come on, and tell your son to help you, he's another one who never helps his father. But the fault is yours, for having him between your legs —Between your thighs, actually—. Anyway, Sugey. Ah, and as soon as you can, make some pizzas, we're hungry, I think you have dough in the fridge to bake. We'll be arriving in a... rato.
—Lorenzo, I won't do anything…!
Tiiii
Tiiiiii
Tiiiiiiii
Dad has hung up.
The gesture of my mother and mine is one of rage and surprise.
I get out of the bathtub and put on slippers so I don't slip in the downpour.
—You've heard your father, Tito! And I can't believe it!
Mom has tears in her eyes, and I hurry to hug her, and we both naked breathe.
—Don't do anything, ma, don't mess with me, because you treat me like a maid.
She's whimpering, hugging me around the arms. We both hug each other, joining our bare bodies.
—Oh, son... I'm so sorry…
—Dad thinks he has a servant at home and it's not true, Mom! He thinks because you stay at home you don't work, when the major work is in household chores!
—Thanks... my heaven.
—No, mom, stop crying anymore.
I get angry that my father behaves like this with her.
—I don't know what I'd do without you, love —she says, moving away from me a bit—, go change, we have to do what Lorenz…
—No, Mom, Dad is wrong if he thinks we're his slaves!
—Get dressed, son, they'll be here soon, you heard. And please, before helping me clean up this mess.
—But mom!
And I see my mother running out of the room naked to change, with her butt and bouncing breasts.
—Shit! —I curse the useless and macho father—. You don't even let us have fun in bed, you bastard!
And I'm also raging, doing what Mom told me to do, then I change into some clothes, because besides having to go to the store for beers and sodas.
—SHIT! —I yell louder, very angry.
Who does Dad think he is to talk to my mom like that? She must be afraid of him or she wouldn't have cried or done what he told her to do.
—I can't believe it, just when I was about to come!
I put on some jeans and a pair of black tennis shoes I review my phone and see a thousand messages from Elvira.
Damn it!
Luckily I had my notifications silenced.
I turn off the cell phone and will see what I can come up with to justify the scene I left. It's sure she'll want to kill me, but something can be done to appease her.
When I leave my room, I see that my mother is no longer in hers, but rather setting everything up in the living room to receive all those lazy guys who have interrupted a tremendous dust between Mom and me.
—Mom, wait, let me help you.
She has put on gray leggings that mark her ass and vulva, but I know she did it to be comfortable and move around while preparing snacks. At least the loose blouse she's wearing is okay, since I'll already have enough trouble with my uncle Freddy's lustful glances at her ass, and now with this friend who will come with them.
—We're not your slaves, mom! —I yell again, dragging the table to take it to the living room.
—My son, stop yelling and lift the table, or the legs will scratch the floor!
—It's not fair, mom!
—I know it's not fair, Tito, but it's your dad and we have to obey him.
—Li tinimis qui ibidicir! —she mocks, incredulous at her submission.
When I put the table in the living room, I feel Mom coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around me, tenderly.
Oh!
I feel her tongue on my neck and one of her hands sliding down to my belt, which she unbuckles and relaxes me.
—I'll make it up to you later, love.
—When? —I say, turning around to kiss her plump lips, putting my fingers in her hair.
—One of these days.
—Today, mom.
—Your father is already coming.
—At midnight —it occurs to me when I turn completely and start squeezing her ass.
—No, love, it's dangerous.
—Dad has a heavy sleep, and if he gets drunk on top of that...
—I'm terrible, Tito.
We keep kissing, our tongues splashing against each other and my Fingers digging into her fat ass.
—So you're coming to my room in the middle of the night, mom?
—We'll see —gasp while absorbing my lips with her mouth.
What a good kisser!
—That's not an answer, ma.
—Come on, Tito, stop teasing me that way and make me come so hard I'll be transparent in my leggings.
We're still playing with our wet tongues in our mouths when we hear Papa's car parking outside the house. Mom and I let go, adjust our clothes, and hear two other cars parking one in front of Papa's car and another behind it.
—Your uncle and his friend must be —intuits mom annoyed.
We both return to the kitchen to finish serving fries on several plates. I see mom winking her ass towards the refrigerator looking for something.
—Are you really making pizza for those guys, mom? —I ask quizzically.
—I don't know —she shrugs—, it would be not doing anything at all.
Well, woman —it's Papa's voice when he enters the house.
Mom and I look at each other annoyed.
It sounds like a stampede of bulls from the chaos we hear. I look through the kitchen doorway and see my sister Lucy and cousin Esther entering the first room to continue their gossiping.
Papa makes Uncle Fred and his friend enter, whom I see from behind.
—Come on, Tito, help me with the tray —mom asks.
Still riled up, I pick up the tray of fries and follow her, who's carrying two sodas she found in the fridge. At least I focus by watching her ass bounce behind her.
Beautiful thing —I mutter between my teeth—, from lovers we become waiters.
Shhh —mom calls me.
Papa looks at us from the living room and asks us to hurry up.
—Sugey, it's great you brought sodas, we're thirsty. Look, this is Nacho, Freddy's friend. Nacho, this is my wife Sugey.
When I hear a gasp of terror from my mother, I barely notice the '... reason for my confusion.
The name 'Nacho' doesn't just echo in my head, but when I look at the living room, I understand the state of amazement and terror of my mother.
Next to my father is Nacho, my mom's supposed lover, whom I've seen a couple of times; the last time, while she was taking her away in his car somewhere.
And Mom, who clearly didn't expect his presence there, is more than scared, because she knows, like me, that the visit of that son of a whore in our house is no coincidence.
Something's brewing, the poor guy, and I don't know what crap is going to happen now.My Instagram
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CHAPTER 12// WITH MY MOTHER IN THE BATH—Do you like it very hot, love?—my mom asks, leaning forward, naked, over the bathtub, adjusting the water and pouring in aromas and foamy soap.
I'm two meters behind her, also naked, erect, holding my penis in my right hand, consciously caressing it while contemplating the fascinating views of her rounded and shiny ass, her pink slit slightly open, dripping, and her vulvar lips reddened, swollen, crying out for my tongue.
—So then, son?—my mom asks again, shaking her hips as she agitates the water.
—Ih?—I respond distractedly, unable to look at anything other than her beautiful and fleshy hole, and her small anus with darker skin, which looks dilated in that obscene position.
—Do you like it hot, Tito?
—Yes, mom, I like you very hot.
I hear her candid laughter.
Like this, leaning forward, exposing her cunt to me, she tilts her head to look at me, smiling.
—the water, naughty one, I mean the water.
—Ih—swallowing saliva—, it's warm.
—Good.
And goes back to what she was doing.
Mom shines from head to toe. Her skin color is white like cum, but also has rosy undertones. She looks like a doll. Her long legs look marvelous, firm, and her two buttocks, which vibrate with every movement, shine under the lamp light.
—you look delicious, mom— I say, choking back.
I can't believe I've penetrated her.
Mom leans forward, turns around, and looks at me.
—are you erect again, love?—she has her hands on the jar, and with that posture, the oval shape of her hips is more prominent.
—it's just that I can't help it, mom, you're very good.
Sugie, with sensuality, ties back her golden hair at the nape of her neck, extends her hand, and indicates for me to come closer.
The two large melons hanging from her chest breast detect her heat by judging the stiffness of her erect nipples. They are so enormous.
I feel a warmth in my cheeks as I contemplate her.
—Don't you think? Does your back hurt, mom? —Why would it hurt, my child? —Because your tits look super heavy and obese, mom. They hang with force like a porn actress. Sugey smiles again. I approach her, she takes my hand and starts to rub my testicles with her nails. —Damn! —I shout agitatedly when my testicular bags are at the mercy of my mother. —Kiss me, love —she says seductively. My penis thumps her flat stomach, her delicious and hard breasts stick to my shivering chest, sinking her nipples into my flesh, and her tongue approaches my mouth, which is already open to receive it. —“Muumgghmmg.” The tips of our tongues slither, wet, when they meet. It's inevitable for me to join more with my mother, spreading her breasts against me. My mischievous hands travel up her back, and with the fingertips I explore from her neck to her wide hips. When I reach her buttocks, I squeeze them, sinking my fingers into the two masses of trembling flesh between my palms. —¡Ouhgggh! —my mother gimes wildly. The thumps of my penis on her stomach insist, eager to sink into her hot vagina. “Muumgghmmg” we continue kissing. Mom continues her task of driving me crazy while rubbing my testicles, as her free hand caresses my back, using the tip of her nails, causing intense shivers. —¡Muumhhhmmm! —the splashing of our mouths and tongues slithering and crossing saliva becomes cadent. And mom's passionate motherhood while caressing her son's testicles makes us secrete. —My love... but how long do you have it —mom teases, pulling her tongue out of my mouth. —This hard is how you make me, mom! Do you let me screw you? —Oh —she smiles—, does my baby want to fuck with mom again? —Yes, mom, yes! —I say desperately, squeezing her ass with anxiety, rubbing my chest against her tits so that her nipples prick my skin, at the same time as my moist gland moistens with its thickness her belly.
—But first, my anxious boy, you have to wash Mommy.
—Uh? Yes, Mommy, yes, I'll wash you.
I need to separate from her to avoid penetrating her right there. I'm very hot, and Mother's lush body isn't helping me at all to control my more primal instincts.
Sugey, aware of how crazy she has me, sways her big hips when she gets into the bathtub, standing up.
—Come on, love, come with Mommy.
I don't waste any more time, while my mother submerges in the water, I get into the bathtub and try to throw myself over her.
—Uh, uh, uh —she stops smiling, skillfully putting her feet on my chest to avoid throwing herself at her.
—Mom... let me throw myself over you!
—No, baby, first we have to take a shower.
—But Mommaaa!
—But nothing, son. Come sit down on the opposite side of the bathtub.
Fuming like a spoiled child, I carefully submerge myself in the scalding water.
—Super hot, Mommy!
—Of course not, baby, it's warm.
—Warm for you!
—Men are always so whiny —she laughs.
—And women are always such devils. They probably don't feel like the water is that hot because they're part of hell.
—Ah, look, you —she keeps laughing, Mommy.
When I finally manage to submerge myself, I forget that my body is boiling in the water when I see half her nipples and areolas protruding between the foam concentrated in the water.
I swallow saliva and stretch out my feet, putting them under the fat legs of my mother.
—Tell me, Mom, how am I supposed to wash you if we're corner to corner?
Sugey is so seductive that I can barely conceive that that lustful gaze she's giving me between her blue eyes, biting her lower lip as if she were hungry, is the same gaze of a loving mother who has seen me like that throughout my whole life.
—The distance doesn't prevent our contact, son.
Suddenly her fingers emerge. From the right foot on the waters, full of foam and humidity.
—Start with my fingers, love.
Her nails are sensually painted with bright purple, and they're so white and small that I immediately take them to my mouth.
The softness of her fingers, which tremble between my tongue and palate, causes spasms. Mom is rolling in the waters and my tongue slides up to her big toe and then I push her little toes again.
—Oh, heaven... what a tongue...! Hoooh!
I gently bite each of her little toes one by one and follow them with sucking until mom considers it's enough.
—Now do the other foot, mom —I say.
—No —she responds, suddenly reddening in the cheeks—, now I'll go.
I barely understand what she means until I feel one of her feet, specifically her nails, getting between my testicles, while with the free foot she rubs the length of my erect penis.
—Damn! —I shudder with pleasure.
—Stay quiet, love —she says to me as I'm dying of excitement—, and let mom caress your balls and your cock.
Mom's fingers caress my testicular sacs with softness, burying her little nails between my folds. I shiver and my pelvis gets hot, almost electric, and my glans starts to drool and palpitate when the sole of one of her feet delicately rubs it, producing spasms.
—Oh, mom... mom... what you're doing to me... mamiii!
She has the tip of her tongue on her upper lip, smiling perversely, and I have my arms stretched out in the backrest of the bathtub while I shudder and make ridiculous gestures.
—You're killing me... ma... meee!
And I consider it's not fair that my mother has me under such pleasure. So, in a lapse, I pull my right foot from under her leg, and tilting it slightly, I press my thick toe between the folds of her vulva, and she gasps.
—Ougggh!
—So you can see what it feels like —I smile maliciously.
Mom continues massaging my testicles and cock between spasms, and I, a
Her turn, I try to introduce my fingers into her hot vagina, which pulsates over my testicles, and releases a very thick cream. —¡Hijoooo… uffff, how you're rubbing my cock, love… how you're rubbing it…! —¡Hoooh… momma…! It's like blinking and feeling that inside the water mom is squeezing my foot with her thighs, every time she has made a precise movement so now I'm getting masturbated by her feet. —¡Hoooh mamiii! Between sobs, I see her pointed nipples submerge and fill with foam each time she trembles. Meanwhile, I surrender to the pleasure of feeling her beautiful feet crushing my penis from the trunk, and sliding down to the glans, only to descend back to the base. —¡Joder! ¡How you're masturbating your son, mom... what a tasty...! —Yes! Yes! —she gasps while I do the same in her vulva. Before we can continue, mom releases my member and I release her vagina. She gets up, kneels on the tub, and I see her enormous breasts floating on the water and foam as she, like a beast, crawls to position herself over me. —Do you want to penetrate mom, my love? —she asks with a prostitute's tone. —¡S----í! —I respond with difficulty. I feel her heavy and fat buttocks searching for my legs to sit on them, every time my erection seeks her humid cave to bury itself inside her. —What am I doing, mom? —I ask when she's already completely seated over me, with her powerful breasts at the height of my mouth—. Don't want to make a mistake. It seems like a lie that that majestic and voluptuous mother is sitting on her son, very close to his cock. Mom smiles, lustful, and with both hands lifts her pair of tits and brings them to my face. —Can I bite them? —I ask. The blonde Sugey nods her head, at the same time as she raises her hips. —Guide your penis over my slit, love —she asks—, with one of your hands. I'm going to lift up a bit and you'll drive it into mom, understood, my baby? —Yes, ma... what you say. Her two nipples position themselves in front of me, while I, trembling with joy, grab my throbbing penis in search of the hole of my mother. —Just there, love! —she moans like a whore, at the same time as she turns towards her sides each of her nipples so that I can stick my face between them and squish—. I feel your little cock, my baby... just there... I feel it on my vulvar lips, which are hot, vibrating, and seeking to be caressed! —Your tits are bigger than my head, mom! —I say surprised, while she squishes my cheeks with them. I'm surprised that despite the water being hot, the mess escaping from Mom's vagina is even more torrid. —Rub your glans on me, my love —Mom gasps, starting to sway her hips in circles to feel the tip of my cap at her threshold—. Before you put it in, I want you to rub your glans on my clitoris, on my major lips...! Hoooh baby... that's... that's... what tasty you do! I take my head out of Mom's nipples and while I'm going crazy rubbing the exteriors of Mom's opening, I bring her nipples to my mouth, first one and then the other. —Eat them, my child! —she gasps, oscillating over the tip of my cock, which can't hold just caressing her exteriors—. Eat your mom's tits, heaven! Eat them! Like that, little love! Just like that! And rub me down low with your penis... like that, just like that! Hoooh, my love, I'm trembling! —Yes, yes, Mom, yes! —Suck my nipples, heart... stretch them, Mom wants you to stretch them harder! And now, king... go putting it in slowly into my hot little thing.... ¡Huuuuumhh! Mother miiiiaaaa! —Mamiiii! —Hijooooo! My stiff cock is sinking into my mother. She moans, shudders, throws her head back and her breasts with hard nipples shine. —What a good grip, Mom... what you do so well! My mother strangles my cock when she finally swallows it all. She makes contractions that They're crushing all my sperm and warming me up.
—I'm going to get up a little, my baby... slowly, so you can feel how I rub against you! So that the veins of your penis rub against my vaginal walls!
—Yes!
—I'm coming...
Mom gets up and as she's releasing my penis, her interior is squeezing it very tightly.
—Hooooh mamaaaa!
Mom makes sure not to come out completely, but when she's rubbing the tip of my glans, she sits back down and I push upwards so our encounter can be intimate and voracious.
—Mamaaaa!
—I'm coming, baby!
—Kiss me, Mom, kiss me!
Mom has her eyes closed. And now that my cock is buried inside her, she holds onto the back of my head, I put my fingers between her wet hair, which has come undone from her neck and is sticking to her back, and push her towards my mouth.
—Mummm!
We find our lips and kiss each other. My penis slides over her interior every time she lifts her hips up and then lets them drop again.
—Oummmghgg!
Our tongues are splashing around, Mom going up and down. My penis is pressed inside her vagina. My hands squeezing her butt cheeks.
—I'll go a little faster!—she warns, adjusting her knees on my sides.
—Yes, ma, yes.
And she sits back down on my penis, and it's nothing inside her feeling a great viscosity very hot. There's a tingling just in my pubis, and the frictions of my glans against her vaginal walls become more intense.
—More force!—she says.
And after a few seconds, the waters are splashing strongly, Mom's moans are constant, warm, and abrupt. Every time Mom's butt hits my legs, my penis vibrates and pulses inside her, compressing itself.
—I think it's all coming out now!—I say when I look outside the bathtub and see a lake.
—Let it all come out... but now screw me, baby, screw me!
—I love you, Mom, I love you!
Mom has such big hips. that contrast with my small body. It's like seeing giant buttocks crushing a young and lean man who tries to give his best. And I don't want to disappoint you. A woman like her deserves a good screw.
—Squeeze my breasts, my little man! And pound it hard... just like when you were masturbating thinking of me!
—I? I'm as surprised by your intuition as by the way she launches those words in a rough manner.
That's not the moral way to speak that a family mother would use who spends most of her time at church.
—Did you, love? Do you masturbate thinking of Mom?
—I do, Mom...
—How many times, son?
—Many times, Mom...
—What were you thinking?
—I was thinking about this moment! About your giant melons, your pinkish pussy, and your enormous ass crushing my balls!
—Oh, baby, how tasty!
Mom and I making love in the tub. What a madness, damn it!
—I saw you masturbating weeks ago, Mom!
It's my turn to upset her.
—I?
—with a kitchen utensil!
—Hoooh, my love! I don't know if she's hot or embarrassed.
—you were breathing very hard, Mom... you were very hot!
—How now...? She asks me while riding me.
—I'm hotter now!
—Were you spying on Mom while I was taking a shower, bad boy?
—Many times, Mom! I answer proudly.
Mom bounces her hips over my cock and I feel like I won't last anymore.
—you're a naughty boy, very naughty!
—Do I deserve a scolding?
—I say, licking her chubby nipples in passing.
—and now you'll give me one!
—How are you going to punish me, Mom?
—I'm going to swallow your cock until it gets stuck inside me!
—Ihoooh yes!
Mom starts bucking. The splashing intensifies. The blows of her ass bouncing over my legs make me incredibly horny.
—Mama! Mamiiii!
—Ihoooh, son, síiii!
I feel incredulous at the desperate way she's screwing me, like a possessed woman.
—How long has it been since you screwed with Dad...?
—A long time... very long time. amorrr! Sí, se nota… but… but… —And with Nacho? Her response is a long moan. —Haaaaa! —Hoooo, mom! Mom rides me. Her breasts shake in my face. On each ride I try to grab one of her nipples with my teeth, and when I manage to get one of her nipples stuck between my teeth, mom screams with pleasure, as she sucks them while she goes up and down. —Mamiiiii! I won't be able to hold on much longer! —Aguanta, cielo, aguantaaa more! Her breasts bounce. And my penis is very hot, tingling, about to explode. —I love your breasts, mom, they're so big! —Ohg, my love, you're so hard! I squeeze my hands against her hips, as if trying to push her up and down. But she buries herself in my cock on her own. She does it skillfully. —I'm going to explode mamiiii! Half the water has spilled out of the bathtub, but the foam has multiplied so much with each jolt that it looks like the tub is full again. Then, when I'm about to come inside her, the house phone rings. “¡Riiing!” —Hooooh! Mom moans, getting distracted, but still riding my cock, squeezing me in each thrust. —Don't answer, mom! —It might be your father! “¡Riiing!” —Mamá… I'm going to explode! Her breasts bouncing on my face. My hot cock pulsating inside her pussy. “¡Riiing!” —Hijo…! —Don't answer, mom! “¡Riiing!” —It's your father... it's your padreee..! —I'm comingooo! —No! My babyeee! —Mamiiiii! “¡Riiing!”*** ¡Worthless shit! ¡Fucking hell! ¡A thousand times hell! I can't believe my mom left me with a full load of cum, with my penis about to explode. It really hurts, it hurts my glans and testicles. Mom went to her cell phone when the phone stopped ringing, leaving me there in the bathtub still hard. Sugy comes back with her mobile but then dad calls from somewhere. I'm extremely angry, and mom gives me a gesture to calm down, saying already it will pass. Before answering, Mom puts the loudspeaker on, to keep me informed and know why my dad has interrupted this mega screwing, is he not a normal father? Is it seriously unable to wait at least one minute more while his son filled his hungry cock with his wife's? —I'm already arriving, woman —I hear my dad say, and Mom and I look at each other scared. What else could happen! —What? —Mom yells in amazement—. Lorenzo, but you said you'd be back by ten. —The light went out at my brother Sugey's house. A stupid guy crashed into the pole that supplies electricity to the quad and now we're left with only candles, halfway through the game. —But Lorenzo! I can't believe it. —Yes, yes, Sugey, warn me so you can get some snacks ready. —What? But...! —My brother Freddy and a new friend of his are coming to join us. We won't be long in arriving, woman. Glad the light went out just when halftime was about to start. —Lorenzo, for God's sake! —Prepare some peanuts and fried snacks. Tell Tito to go to the store for some beers, I think we're all out. And some coca-colas. And you make some sausages with chipotle, salt, and lime, those that come out of your slut mother. Have Tito help you set up the kitchen table in the living room, so they can put things away. —Lorenzo, I'm not prepared to receive visitors! —Stop complaining so much, Sugey, and understand what I'm saying! I've been working all week, and one little favor is too much for you. Come on, and tell your son to help you, he's another one who never helps his father. But the fault is yours, for having him between your legs —Between your thighs, actually—. Anyway, Sugey. Ah, and as soon as you can, make some pizzas, we're hungry, I think you have dough in the fridge to bake. We'll be arriving in a... rato.
—Lorenzo, I won't do anything…!
Tiiii
Tiiiiii
Tiiiiiiii
Dad has hung up.
The gesture of my mother and mine is one of rage and surprise.
I get out of the bathtub and put on slippers so I don't slip in the downpour.
—You've heard your father, Tito! And I can't believe it!
Mom has tears in her eyes, and I hurry to hug her, and we both naked breathe.
—Don't do anything, ma, don't mess with me, because you treat me like a maid.
She's whimpering, hugging me around the arms. We both hug each other, joining our bare bodies.
—Oh, son... I'm so sorry…
—Dad thinks he has a servant at home and it's not true, Mom! He thinks because you stay at home you don't work, when the major work is in household chores!
—Thanks... my heaven.
—No, mom, stop crying anymore.
I get angry that my father behaves like this with her.
—I don't know what I'd do without you, love —she says, moving away from me a bit—, go change, we have to do what Lorenz…
—No, Mom, Dad is wrong if he thinks we're his slaves!
—Get dressed, son, they'll be here soon, you heard. And please, before helping me clean up this mess.
—But mom!
And I see my mother running out of the room naked to change, with her butt and bouncing breasts.
—Shit! —I curse the useless and macho father—. You don't even let us have fun in bed, you bastard!
And I'm also raging, doing what Mom told me to do, then I change into some clothes, because besides having to go to the store for beers and sodas.
—SHIT! —I yell louder, very angry.
Who does Dad think he is to talk to my mom like that? She must be afraid of him or she wouldn't have cried or done what he told her to do.
—I can't believe it, just when I was about to come!
I put on some jeans and a pair of black tennis shoes I review my phone and see a thousand messages from Elvira.
Damn it!
Luckily I had my notifications silenced.
I turn off the cell phone and will see what I can come up with to justify the scene I left. It's sure she'll want to kill me, but something can be done to appease her.
When I leave my room, I see that my mother is no longer in hers, but rather setting everything up in the living room to receive all those lazy guys who have interrupted a tremendous dust between Mom and me.
—Mom, wait, let me help you.
She has put on gray leggings that mark her ass and vulva, but I know she did it to be comfortable and move around while preparing snacks. At least the loose blouse she's wearing is okay, since I'll already have enough trouble with my uncle Freddy's lustful glances at her ass, and now with this friend who will come with them.
—We're not your slaves, mom! —I yell again, dragging the table to take it to the living room.
—My son, stop yelling and lift the table, or the legs will scratch the floor!
—It's not fair, mom!
—I know it's not fair, Tito, but it's your dad and we have to obey him.
—Li tinimis qui ibidicir! —she mocks, incredulous at her submission.
When I put the table in the living room, I feel Mom coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around me, tenderly.
Oh!
I feel her tongue on my neck and one of her hands sliding down to my belt, which she unbuckles and relaxes me.
—I'll make it up to you later, love.
—When? —I say, turning around to kiss her plump lips, putting my fingers in her hair.
—One of these days.
—Today, mom.
—Your father is already coming.
—At midnight —it occurs to me when I turn completely and start squeezing her ass.
—No, love, it's dangerous.
—Dad has a heavy sleep, and if he gets drunk on top of that...
—I'm terrible, Tito.
We keep kissing, our tongues splashing against each other and my Fingers digging into her fat ass.
—So you're coming to my room in the middle of the night, mom?
—We'll see —gasp while absorbing my lips with her mouth.
What a good kisser!
—That's not an answer, ma.
—Come on, Tito, stop teasing me that way and make me come so hard I'll be transparent in my leggings.
We're still playing with our wet tongues in our mouths when we hear Papa's car parking outside the house. Mom and I let go, adjust our clothes, and hear two other cars parking one in front of Papa's car and another behind it.
—Your uncle and his friend must be —intuits mom annoyed.
We both return to the kitchen to finish serving fries on several plates. I see mom winking her ass towards the refrigerator looking for something.
—Are you really making pizza for those guys, mom? —I ask quizzically.
—I don't know —she shrugs—, it would be not doing anything at all.
Well, woman —it's Papa's voice when he enters the house.
Mom and I look at each other annoyed.
It sounds like a stampede of bulls from the chaos we hear. I look through the kitchen doorway and see my sister Lucy and cousin Esther entering the first room to continue their gossiping.
Papa makes Uncle Fred and his friend enter, whom I see from behind.
—Come on, Tito, help me with the tray —mom asks.
Still riled up, I pick up the tray of fries and follow her, who's carrying two sodas she found in the fridge. At least I focus by watching her ass bounce behind her.
Beautiful thing —I mutter between my teeth—, from lovers we become waiters.
Shhh —mom calls me.
Papa looks at us from the living room and asks us to hurry up.
—Sugey, it's great you brought sodas, we're thirsty. Look, this is Nacho, Freddy's friend. Nacho, this is my wife Sugey.
When I hear a gasp of terror from my mother, I barely notice the '... reason for my confusion.
The name 'Nacho' doesn't just echo in my head, but when I look at the living room, I understand the state of amazement and terror of my mother.
Next to my father is Nacho, my mom's supposed lover, whom I've seen a couple of times; the last time, while she was taking her away in his car somewhere.
And Mom, who clearly didn't expect his presence there, is more than scared, because she knows, like me, that the visit of that son of a whore in our house is no coincidence.
Something's brewing, the poor guy, and I don't know what crap is going to happen now.My Instagram
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