My son; the stud of his mother
Warning: this story contains horns, incest, and humiliation (I'm sorry, but that was the challenge)It's surprising how little you can be aware of what's happening around you, right in front of your nose, even sometimes right before your eyes, and you don't even realize it. When I turned 44, I thought I had everything essential for my life. A good job, good health, and a wife and son who were my greatest pride.
My wife, Lizeth, 39 years old, was the most beautiful woman I'd ever known in my life. She was fair-skinned and liked to paint her hair red, almost burgundy, which made her look truly sensual. Her build was slightly plump, but that was compensated by the enormous size of her breasts and heavy ass that matched the rest of her body.
Although our sexual life had stagnated over the last year due to all couples reaching a moment in life where monotony shines, Lizeth seemed happier than ever in the weeks leading up to the events that would change my life and perspective completely.
My wife was always quite horny, she wanted to have sex with me all the time, and liked to experiment with positions that sometimes, given my average-sized penis, I couldn't perform, but she managed to keep me constantly excited, and that's something that kept our passion burning bright for the first ten years.
However, we gradually stopped having sex, especially because our son was growing up and feared he might find out his parents were still sexually active. Honestly, it gave me a bit of a downer, and I often asked Lizeth to try not to scream so much while we had sex.
'Why are you being such a grump while we're making love, Efrén?' she complained exactly a year ago, as she was on all fours in bed, spreading her plump buttocks for me to penetrate. 'Don't you want to have sex with me today either? Don't you ' Do you excite me? Her question seemed ridiculous to me given the lustful posture she had just in front of me: with her ardently open vagina dripping sexual fluids, a product of her heat, while her obese breasts fell onto the sheets like a coarse prostitute. —How can you not get excited, dear? You're incredibly beautiful and as lustful as we all men like! —Then why don't you just plunge your penis into my hungry pussy and start pumping me? That a decent woman would speak to me in bed in such a promiscuous way is the most exciting thing a man can hear, however, my problem wasn't her, but Adrián. —Remember that our son is at home today, right next to our room, probably sleeping in his... and you, woman... your screams are so... so scandalously loud that I'm afraid he'll lose respect for us. My wife, who was still dripping with vaginal fluids while opening her buttocks with her hands, and upon hearing my excuse, she gasped with discomfort. —Just grab me and get on with it, Efrén! Why do you worry about our son? Adrián is already a man, and he shouldn't be surprised that his parents still have an active sex life. It's normal, why should we lose respect for each other just because we're having sex? Don't you think we've already had him hear us before making love? A loving couple shouldn't make it weird, at all. We should normalize the fact of having sex without the prejudice of our children. My wife was wagging her buttocks overwhelmingly. Her vaginal opening was extremely hot and open. —Yes, Lizeth, probably our son has already heard us in some occasion... but that doesn't mean it's wrong or makes me feel embarrassed. You yourself have said so. Adrián is already a man, and although he was away at military school for three years, now he's home, and we can't give the impression that... we're as thoughtless as... parents. What example would we be giving?
Transparent lumps were bubbling over their vaginal pulp, and that was even before she had been penetrated yet. This circumstance put me so hot that I could have come just from seeing her in that position.
—I'm so horny, Efrén! My vagina is burning with desire to feel your penis! Listen how my pussy's splashing! I want you to screw me! I want you to make love to me! And you're talking about morals right now? Just grab me and be done with it!
Shhhh... Lizeth, someone might hear us!
My wife let out a reproachful whimper but didn't stop contorting her enormous ass.
—Then you won't do anything, Efrén?
—Yes... yes... my love... I'll screw you, but you're so scandalously loud... you're so horny... just please, Lizeth, try not to moan or scream so loudly.
I was about to insert my 15 centimeters of erection into the watery cave of my wife when she pushed me back with her ass and turned around and got up from the bed, heading for the bathroom.
—But... I was surprised by her reaction—, dear Lizeth... what's wrong? Why are you getting up?
Because I'm fed up with you, Efrén! It's always the same! You ask me not to moan, not to scream, as if you were really the best screwer! As if you had a magic trick that would make me lose my mind! You wish you were one of those men who appear in porn movies we sometimes watch at night.
Leave me alone, Efrén. I'm going to take a bath and I'll masturbate myself to relieve the heat caused by your morals that you're not capable of satisfying.
—Sorry, dear, sorry... I didn't mean to make you feel this way! Come back with me to bed, I promise we'll work it out.
——With you, I don't want anything anymore, Efrén! You just take away my heat by talking! So, a year after that embarrassing episode, you had barely kept in touch with my wife a few times during those months, and each time her boredom as she opened her legs for me made me feel terrible. She didn't groan while I was putting it in, and then I wondered if the screams she used to emit when we were making love were fake... and in reality, she had never felt anything while I was riding her.
Our son Adrián had just turned 18 and had become a tall, fibrous, broad-shouldered man with a sturdy build, the classic guy all the girls on campus desired. There's nothing more fascinating in life for a man than having a beautiful wife and an attractive, popular son whom all the girls drool over.
Everything was almost idyllic, except that my relationship with my only child Adrián had become a bit distant because I thought I was mistreating his mother. He had complained several times that I made her cry:
I found Mom crying on the sofa this morning, Dad. You can't be such an asshole to her just because she's gained a few pounds.
What the hell are you talking about, Adrián? Did your mom tell you that? I'd never dare say something like that to Lizeth... Besides, those extra kilos are due to age and menopause, and I don't think it makes her look bad at all. So if your mom told you that, it's because...
I don't need anyone to tell me, Dad. You know things. I've heard them. And that's why I'm telling you that you don't have to make Mom feel bad with your stupid comments. In a few words, you can't be such an asshole to her.
Okay, Adrián, neither do I consent to you talking to me like that, understood? Whether you like it or not, I'm your father.
The one who won't let you treat Mom badly from now on is me, he revealed, and since he was almost two heads taller than me, I had to back off. defend your mom from my abuse and mistreatment. So I want you to leave her alone.
That night I talked to Lizeth and asked if she had put our son against me, but she denied it.
—How did you even think of that, Efrén? Our son just realizes things.
—What things, woman? The problem with all this is what happened between us in bed a year ago, after which our relationship has cooled down. I don't see any other problem, Lizeth.
—My problem, Efrén, lately, is you, and your lack of manhood.
Her words cut me deep. I felt it was unfair that my beautiful wife would treat me this way even knowing I worked all day to give her and our son the comforts they needed.
—Not everything is sex in life, Lizeth.
—For you, because you're a frigid who can't satisfy me.
And with that she went to the bathroom, and from there I heard her screaming like a slut while masturbating, not caring that our son was probably listening to his mother's shameful acts in his room.
We were all a bit uncomfortable for the last few days, my wife, my son, and I, both at breakfast and dinner, which is when I saw them, until one night when I arrived later than usual, and on entering the kitchen to see what was for dinner, I found my wife sitting on the counter, with a dark blue babydoll that barely covered her beautiful breasts.
Her enormous ass was resting on the edge of the counter. I could see her legs slightly apart, showing off a black lace thong she had under her clothes, with her center, at the height of her pussy, subtly moistened.
Lizeth had her red hair loose, brushing against her waist, and her black stockings, with a sensual lace that clung to her plump thighs, making her look masterfully seductive.
I have always loved lingerie. feminine sensual, the soft sensation of the fabric against the skin, the way it clung to the correct places on a body, accentuating its already beautiful curves, so it was something exciting to see Lizeth dressed like that since I hadn't done it for quite some time.
—Damn... Lizeth... but what a surprise this is.
—Dear Efrén —my wife said, placing her heels on the floor—, I've been thinking, and I think what we're missing to ignite the passion flame... is a different type of sex... like this.
Lizeth came up to me and took my briefcase, putting it on the table. Then she started kissing me wetly and caressing me, taking off all my clothes until I was completely naked, even without socks or shoes.
I concluded that this little surprise was due to Adrian having gone out with his friends because it was Friday, and Lizeth had decided not to waste her absence to reconcile with us in such a sexual way.
—Why don't we try something a bit different tonight, darling? —she said in a seductive tone, biting my lower lip softly while squeezing my cock suddenly hard—. Maybe something to give our sex life a little flavor.
—I'll do whatever you want —I said, incredibly excited by her sexy lingerie and suggestive movements.
The size of her breasts seemed to burst inside that tiny bra, which swayed with every movement.
—I'm ready material, Lizeth, just tell me what you want me to do.
—Nothing —she said—, I don't want you to do anything. I'm the one who wants to have control tonight. And to start... I want you tied to that chair behind you.
My heart gave a thrill of excitement, never before had I seen this perverted side of hers and it was really something that was getting me quite hot and nervous. Always knew she was hot, but I had no idea about her fetishes. Obviously Lizeth had been planning this meticulously, I knew when She pulled out some short pieces of string from one of the drawers. --Sit down, dear, let's go. Without resisting, I happily let her lead me to a chair and sit down on it, my cock was getting much harder now. My horny wife sat astride me, and her large breasts were moving just centimeters from my mouth as she tried to tie me up.
--Oh, Lizeth, I had forgotten about your tits, they're as big as my head.
I looked at her impressive cleavage, bordered by the fine material of her blue babydoll, her breasts seemed even bigger over my mouth. My wife had a perverse smile that leaned over me, pushing her breasts against my mouth while she tied my hands behind the chair. I used my tongue to lick the top of her tits, including the nipple.
--I want to eat your big tits, my queen, I want to bite your nipples, take off your bra and let me see them!
But then my wife gave me a soft slap in the face and said:
--Remember that she's in control tonight, it's me.
I smiled a little surprised, then realized I couldn't move, my hands were tightly tied and I couldn't get up, but that didn't matter, I wouldn't want to get up from there, not when my wife's sensual buttocks in sexy lingerie were touching my bare skin. I could even feel her moist vulva, hidden by her thong, rubbing against my penis.
--You're so sexy, Lizeth... you have me so hot.
And while she moved over my groin, swaying her large buttocks on my thighs, her face came in front of mine, she pulled out her tongue like a wicked snake and began to lick the contours of my mouth.
--And yet, dear... you haven't been the best man in bed.
--Huh?
Lizeth adjusted her tits under her bra, and with a demonic smile, curving those thick lips painted with the same red tone as her hair, she said:
--Just that. Dear Efrén. You have forgotten about me sexually. Despite knowing how hot I am and the sexual needs I have, you simply didn't fulfill them as a man, and you would excuse yourself by saying how much we could corrupt your son... well, darling, I'm afraid that during the last year many things have happened... that you don't know. Things that will surely give you a great lesson.
At that moment, something much more unexpected than my wife's ass rubbing against my sore cock happened. I heard the kitchen door creaking open and someone entering with big steps.
Lizeth, lying on my lap, prevented me from seeing who it was. However, I knew that Adrian was the only other person who could access the kitchen with such familiarity, so I felt a blush of shame running down my cheeks and in an instant, it ended my growing erection and left my cock rather flaccid once again.
Was my wife getting revenge on me? Was her way of doing it forcing me to have sex with her in front of our own son, when she knew that was my greatest fear?
--But... what's this, woman?
I couldn't imagine the thoughts and shame running through my son Adrian's mind as he saw his father naked, tied to a chair, and his mother in sexy lingerie riding him like a vulgar slut.
--Damn it, Lizeth...! Who entered? Is it Adrián?
My wicked wife gave me a kiss on the forehead, still smiling.
--Surprise, darling --she said.
The steps approached closer where Lizeth and I were, and then I finally realized that it was indeed our son, dressed in jeans and an adjusted t-shirt showing his marked muscles, who was witnessing such shame. Far from being surprised or ashamed of having discovered us like this, he seemed pleased and possibly a little amused.
--Well, well, mom --he said with a small laugh, using that coarse voice that wasn't that of a simple child anymore.-- I see you're a woman to be reckoned with. Very well, mom, very well. You've managed to tame Dad.
Now, right next to us, Adrian leaned in and ran his hand over the bare skin of my wife's shoulder, caressing her smoothly, while his other hand caressed one of her beautiful breasts hidden by the blue marina bra that had previously been stuck to my mouth. And I was perplexed at the idea that my son was handling her in such an immoral way.
--You look incredible, mom --he said smiling at her--. What you're wearing is very sexy and highlights your body like a woman in heat. You look like a slut.
What? My throat closed up suddenly. How could Adrian be speaking to his own mother like that?!
The large hand of my son traversed the arm of his mother until it reached her narrow waist and wide hips, where the folds of the babydoll fell. Then I heard our son slapping his mother's thick legs and I shuddered, unable to say anything.
--Mmm hmm --Lizeth jaded, laughing at her son's slaps--. I'm glad you like it, my baby. I wore it especially for you. I knew it would turn you on.
What? How did he know it would turn him on?!
--That's what a real woman does, mom --Adrian replied, giving her another slap but now on the butt--, that's what a good and compliant woman does.
As he said this, the hand holding one of her enormous breasts above the bra moved up to his chin and drew his face towards hers and then my son leaned in to kiss her. To kiss his own mother! My son was kissing my wife!
--But... --I couldn't even get the words out, but I was trembling on the chair even if my wife was still sitting on me.
Their faces were just a few centimeters from mine and all I could do was look at them with my mouth open. This wasn't an affectionate kiss like a son might occasionally give his beloved mother, no: it was a much more passionate, prolonged, and Slippery like the one given to lovers.
Oh, damn it! Oh, damn it!
Their tongues were coming out of their mouths and even managed to spit on me with the saliva that was jumping between their slaps. I knew that my son's hand was squeezing his mother's buttocks while she was sticking her tongue in his mouth like a reckless madwoman... what the hell was all this about?
Then, both looked fixedly at each other's eyes as their lips pressed together and their tongues rubbed against each other. I couldn't remember the last time my wife had kissed me like that... like she was kissing our son.
Then, when they broke the kiss, my wife sighed with pleasure.
What...?! What's going on? - Finally, I could stammer, surprised and horrified, but what I was seeing was my son kissing my wife, who in turn was his mother, just a few centimeters from my face, while she had her buttocks over my legs.
Come on mom, leave this pathetic cuck alone and come here, said Adrian authoritatively, and Lizeth obeyed, getting up from my body, obediently.
Then she stood in front of our chubby son, giving me the back, treating me to the rough images of her enormous red buttocks from Adrián's whippings. And then both of them, in the middle of the kitchen, kissed again. My son's hands were kneading his mother's buttocks, which began to tremble like gelatin.
Hey! Heeeeey! - I shouted completely impacted - Adrián! Lizeth! What the hell is going on?
Their kisses were anxious and wet, ignoring me completely, licking their lips with their tongues while my son's hands squeezed his mother's plump and bulging buttocks, which sometimes whipped her and she gasped with pleasure, moving in front of him like a schoolgirl.
Then Lizeth lifted Adrian's shirt over his head to reveal our son's fine and muscular torso and began to lower her mouth down his neck, while caressing him luxuriously with her hands. sus solid muscles. And I was shaking with horror. My wife's buttocks vibrated in front of each blow from Adrian, and she only contorted against her own son while licking his nipples and he gasped like a bull in heat.
—WHAT ARE THEY DOING!—I screamed with rage, tied and naked to a chair as I watched my wife kiss my son, while they were getting it on—
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This was too vivid to be a joke, and quite painful to believe it was a nightmare. I didn't think it was some cruel trick already since that physical and immoral contact between the two was too incestuous to be just an act. It was all real!
—What's going on here?!
Then my son turned towards me for the first time, and said with a nonchalant gesture:
—Shit, dad, are you stupid or what's wrong with you? Isn't it obvious what's happening?—
And while he said that, his mother kept licking his nipples while he now put a finger between the crack of his mother's ass.
—No!—I said, struggling to get up but my wife had tied me down well—. Have they gone crazy? They're flesh of their flesh, and blood of their blood!
—Actually, it's quite simple, dad—continued Adrian with an unpleasant smile while my wife sat up and pressed her large tits against the bare belly of her son—
A beautiful and hot woman like mom needs a real man to satisfy her, and it's quite obvious that you're not up to the task, dad.
My heart was beating very fast.
—We argued that night—continued Adrian—I also heard the reasons why you didn't want to take her, which seemed ridiculously lame to me. What did it matter if I heard them having sex or not? Honestly, dad, my first wanks were made listening to my mother's sexual moans. I always liked it when she gasped like a cheap porn actress. Although looking at it well—said, looking at my deflated cock—, I don't understand why so much scandal if you're not as well-endowed as I… I'm glad I didn't inherit your size. —It can't be this possible… Adrian… —I exclaimed with horror—. This isn't... this...! —Enough, dad, didn't you want to screw mom because you didn't want me to hear them? Well, look at the lesson I'm giving you now. As a good son, I've been taking your place in bed, giving mom what a woman like her needs and deserves. —Oh, dear Efrén —Lizeth purred lasciviously as she snuggled against her son's chest—. Our son Adrian is so good in bed. We must have raised a very delicious stallion —And she digested a triumphant glance. Lizeth was now unbuttoning our son's jeans, and with horror I saw them fall to his ankles. My son was now almost as naked as I, only his muscular and sturdy body was something more worthy of contemplation than mine, which was flabby and graceless. I was struggling to assimilate what was happening here. Everything seemed unreal. —No —I said—, it can't be. I can't believe you, Lizeth, had sex with your own son! It's abominable! Are you sick or what's wrong with your head? But she didn't respond. She turned to Adrián and sighed like a prostitute. —Mmmm —my wife sighed again—. I know it's very bad, dear, I know it sounds until sick, but that's what makes it feel so morbid. Well, that and the fact that Adrian is a complete stallion in bed. He doesn't resemble you at all, honey, and I don't understand why, when he's your son. She pulled down our son's boxer shorts and, to my surprise, his cock sprang out, which I couldn't help but gasp again. My son's cock was voluminous, about twenty centimeters long and enormously thick, and it was completely hard after his mother's caresses. I barely could tear my eyes away from Adrián's firm, hard, and venous cock; somehow it consumed me All my thoughts for the moment. I had never seen anything so strong, so powerful and so masculine. And my wife adored it with her fingers just as if it were a religious image.
—It's really delicious—whispered my wife, kneeling down without anyone telling her to—. It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen in my life, dear husband. I wonder how he inherited this great cock, because it's obvious you didn't, Efrén.
I groaned with a lament and my son smiled.
—Do you see, dad? That's what a real man looks like—Adrián told me, looking at my own cock with disdain, which barely compared to his—. During the last months I've been showing mom what she's been missing all her life by not being penetrated with a cock like this. And now it seems I'll show you too. It's time for you to learn what it takes to be a real man. Sorry, dad, no hard feelings.
My wife was now kissing the head of our son's enormous cock, which was already hard and erect. She moved her tongue smoothly over the glans while caressing the entire venous trunk with her hand. I stood there, stunned, taking in the scene before me. All my attention was focused on the glorious and swollen flesh of my son and the rosy lips of my wife as they brushed against each other.
—Oh, yes, oh, come on, mom, suck my cock!—my son moaned while his mother obediently licked from base to tip.
Adrián began to groan as his mother licked his enormous and firm cock. Almost seemed to forget I was there, forced to contemplate this strange and abominable sight. Suddenly Lizeth opened her mouth and let our son's cock slide between them, moistening it and sliding it into her interior, and he thrust it in again and again until his mother's face almost got stuck in his crotch.
—What a yummy mouth your wife has, dad... oh, how well she sucks it down the throat!
—Not just my wife, you pig!— She's your mother! Are you sick or what the hell is going on with you?
Without a doubt her throat was absorbing an incredible amount of his cock. She leaned back completely and I could see my son's cock harder than ever, the veins pulsating, covered in slippery and foamy saliva, the glans shining with pre-seminal liquid. My wife went back to sucking it with great passion, then removing her mouth from her son's cock for a second, Lizeth gasped.
—Mmmm, I love sucking your big cock, son —she said, but looking at me.
—And you suck very well, mom —Adrián said with a big smile, while taking his mother's head and pushing it towards his swollen member to make her swallow again.
Soon Lizeth was moving her head forward and backward quickly, sucking his cock anxiously while her hand began to play with his balls. Adrián had his head back, his eyes almost glassy with pleasure, breathing irregularly and with difficulty.
—Oh, oh yes, mom! Suck it! Suck my cock! Show your pathetic husband what he's missing for not wanting you to take me like God intended! —my son was telling his mother as she continued sucking him enthusiastically.
It was a sight I could never have imagined, my wife in a sexy blue babydoll, on her knees giving my son an incredible blow job and all in front of me, who remained tied to a chair. Mountains of foam were escaping from Lizeth's mouth, even moistening the surface of her tits held up by her bra.
When I least expected it, my wife was already devouring our son's testicles. She was licking them with her tongue out. She absorbed them in her mouth and then released them, spitting them out. She was a complete slut at the hands of a very demanding client, only the client was precisely our 18-year-old son whom she had given birth to. I could, despite my feelings of disgust and indignation, be absolutely horrified, my wife's beautiful buttocks bouncing, all her dressed in lingerie, completely surrendering to our own son.
—Ahhh, yes, mmmm! —my wife gasped as she let Adrián's cock come out of her mouth again—. I need you to hold me, darling. Hold me tight, my spermatic son. Show your dad how much you love mom.
And when he said that, I felt like my world was about to collapse. They couldn't have sex! It couldn't happen! That was unnatural! NOOOO!My Instagram
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Warning: this story contains horns, incest, and humiliation (I'm sorry, but that was the challenge)It's surprising how little you can be aware of what's happening around you, right in front of your nose, even sometimes right before your eyes, and you don't even realize it. When I turned 44, I thought I had everything essential for my life. A good job, good health, and a wife and son who were my greatest pride.
My wife, Lizeth, 39 years old, was the most beautiful woman I'd ever known in my life. She was fair-skinned and liked to paint her hair red, almost burgundy, which made her look truly sensual. Her build was slightly plump, but that was compensated by the enormous size of her breasts and heavy ass that matched the rest of her body.
Although our sexual life had stagnated over the last year due to all couples reaching a moment in life where monotony shines, Lizeth seemed happier than ever in the weeks leading up to the events that would change my life and perspective completely.
My wife was always quite horny, she wanted to have sex with me all the time, and liked to experiment with positions that sometimes, given my average-sized penis, I couldn't perform, but she managed to keep me constantly excited, and that's something that kept our passion burning bright for the first ten years.
However, we gradually stopped having sex, especially because our son was growing up and feared he might find out his parents were still sexually active. Honestly, it gave me a bit of a downer, and I often asked Lizeth to try not to scream so much while we had sex.
'Why are you being such a grump while we're making love, Efrén?' she complained exactly a year ago, as she was on all fours in bed, spreading her plump buttocks for me to penetrate. 'Don't you want to have sex with me today either? Don't you ' Do you excite me? Her question seemed ridiculous to me given the lustful posture she had just in front of me: with her ardently open vagina dripping sexual fluids, a product of her heat, while her obese breasts fell onto the sheets like a coarse prostitute. —How can you not get excited, dear? You're incredibly beautiful and as lustful as we all men like! —Then why don't you just plunge your penis into my hungry pussy and start pumping me? That a decent woman would speak to me in bed in such a promiscuous way is the most exciting thing a man can hear, however, my problem wasn't her, but Adrián. —Remember that our son is at home today, right next to our room, probably sleeping in his... and you, woman... your screams are so... so scandalously loud that I'm afraid he'll lose respect for us. My wife, who was still dripping with vaginal fluids while opening her buttocks with her hands, and upon hearing my excuse, she gasped with discomfort. —Just grab me and get on with it, Efrén! Why do you worry about our son? Adrián is already a man, and he shouldn't be surprised that his parents still have an active sex life. It's normal, why should we lose respect for each other just because we're having sex? Don't you think we've already had him hear us before making love? A loving couple shouldn't make it weird, at all. We should normalize the fact of having sex without the prejudice of our children. My wife was wagging her buttocks overwhelmingly. Her vaginal opening was extremely hot and open. —Yes, Lizeth, probably our son has already heard us in some occasion... but that doesn't mean it's wrong or makes me feel embarrassed. You yourself have said so. Adrián is already a man, and although he was away at military school for three years, now he's home, and we can't give the impression that... we're as thoughtless as... parents. What example would we be giving?
Transparent lumps were bubbling over their vaginal pulp, and that was even before she had been penetrated yet. This circumstance put me so hot that I could have come just from seeing her in that position.
—I'm so horny, Efrén! My vagina is burning with desire to feel your penis! Listen how my pussy's splashing! I want you to screw me! I want you to make love to me! And you're talking about morals right now? Just grab me and be done with it!
Shhhh... Lizeth, someone might hear us!
My wife let out a reproachful whimper but didn't stop contorting her enormous ass.
—Then you won't do anything, Efrén?
—Yes... yes... my love... I'll screw you, but you're so scandalously loud... you're so horny... just please, Lizeth, try not to moan or scream so loudly.
I was about to insert my 15 centimeters of erection into the watery cave of my wife when she pushed me back with her ass and turned around and got up from the bed, heading for the bathroom.
—But... I was surprised by her reaction—, dear Lizeth... what's wrong? Why are you getting up?
Because I'm fed up with you, Efrén! It's always the same! You ask me not to moan, not to scream, as if you were really the best screwer! As if you had a magic trick that would make me lose my mind! You wish you were one of those men who appear in porn movies we sometimes watch at night.
Leave me alone, Efrén. I'm going to take a bath and I'll masturbate myself to relieve the heat caused by your morals that you're not capable of satisfying.
—Sorry, dear, sorry... I didn't mean to make you feel this way! Come back with me to bed, I promise we'll work it out.
——With you, I don't want anything anymore, Efrén! You just take away my heat by talking! So, a year after that embarrassing episode, you had barely kept in touch with my wife a few times during those months, and each time her boredom as she opened her legs for me made me feel terrible. She didn't groan while I was putting it in, and then I wondered if the screams she used to emit when we were making love were fake... and in reality, she had never felt anything while I was riding her.
Our son Adrián had just turned 18 and had become a tall, fibrous, broad-shouldered man with a sturdy build, the classic guy all the girls on campus desired. There's nothing more fascinating in life for a man than having a beautiful wife and an attractive, popular son whom all the girls drool over.
Everything was almost idyllic, except that my relationship with my only child Adrián had become a bit distant because I thought I was mistreating his mother. He had complained several times that I made her cry:
I found Mom crying on the sofa this morning, Dad. You can't be such an asshole to her just because she's gained a few pounds.
What the hell are you talking about, Adrián? Did your mom tell you that? I'd never dare say something like that to Lizeth... Besides, those extra kilos are due to age and menopause, and I don't think it makes her look bad at all. So if your mom told you that, it's because...
I don't need anyone to tell me, Dad. You know things. I've heard them. And that's why I'm telling you that you don't have to make Mom feel bad with your stupid comments. In a few words, you can't be such an asshole to her.
Okay, Adrián, neither do I consent to you talking to me like that, understood? Whether you like it or not, I'm your father.
The one who won't let you treat Mom badly from now on is me, he revealed, and since he was almost two heads taller than me, I had to back off. defend your mom from my abuse and mistreatment. So I want you to leave her alone.
That night I talked to Lizeth and asked if she had put our son against me, but she denied it.
—How did you even think of that, Efrén? Our son just realizes things.
—What things, woman? The problem with all this is what happened between us in bed a year ago, after which our relationship has cooled down. I don't see any other problem, Lizeth.
—My problem, Efrén, lately, is you, and your lack of manhood.
Her words cut me deep. I felt it was unfair that my beautiful wife would treat me this way even knowing I worked all day to give her and our son the comforts they needed.
—Not everything is sex in life, Lizeth.
—For you, because you're a frigid who can't satisfy me.
And with that she went to the bathroom, and from there I heard her screaming like a slut while masturbating, not caring that our son was probably listening to his mother's shameful acts in his room.
We were all a bit uncomfortable for the last few days, my wife, my son, and I, both at breakfast and dinner, which is when I saw them, until one night when I arrived later than usual, and on entering the kitchen to see what was for dinner, I found my wife sitting on the counter, with a dark blue babydoll that barely covered her beautiful breasts.
Her enormous ass was resting on the edge of the counter. I could see her legs slightly apart, showing off a black lace thong she had under her clothes, with her center, at the height of her pussy, subtly moistened.
Lizeth had her red hair loose, brushing against her waist, and her black stockings, with a sensual lace that clung to her plump thighs, making her look masterfully seductive.
I have always loved lingerie. feminine sensual, the soft sensation of the fabric against the skin, the way it clung to the correct places on a body, accentuating its already beautiful curves, so it was something exciting to see Lizeth dressed like that since I hadn't done it for quite some time.
—Damn... Lizeth... but what a surprise this is.
—Dear Efrén —my wife said, placing her heels on the floor—, I've been thinking, and I think what we're missing to ignite the passion flame... is a different type of sex... like this.
Lizeth came up to me and took my briefcase, putting it on the table. Then she started kissing me wetly and caressing me, taking off all my clothes until I was completely naked, even without socks or shoes.
I concluded that this little surprise was due to Adrian having gone out with his friends because it was Friday, and Lizeth had decided not to waste her absence to reconcile with us in such a sexual way.
—Why don't we try something a bit different tonight, darling? —she said in a seductive tone, biting my lower lip softly while squeezing my cock suddenly hard—. Maybe something to give our sex life a little flavor.
—I'll do whatever you want —I said, incredibly excited by her sexy lingerie and suggestive movements.
The size of her breasts seemed to burst inside that tiny bra, which swayed with every movement.
—I'm ready material, Lizeth, just tell me what you want me to do.
—Nothing —she said—, I don't want you to do anything. I'm the one who wants to have control tonight. And to start... I want you tied to that chair behind you.
My heart gave a thrill of excitement, never before had I seen this perverted side of hers and it was really something that was getting me quite hot and nervous. Always knew she was hot, but I had no idea about her fetishes. Obviously Lizeth had been planning this meticulously, I knew when She pulled out some short pieces of string from one of the drawers. --Sit down, dear, let's go. Without resisting, I happily let her lead me to a chair and sit down on it, my cock was getting much harder now. My horny wife sat astride me, and her large breasts were moving just centimeters from my mouth as she tried to tie me up.
--Oh, Lizeth, I had forgotten about your tits, they're as big as my head.
I looked at her impressive cleavage, bordered by the fine material of her blue babydoll, her breasts seemed even bigger over my mouth. My wife had a perverse smile that leaned over me, pushing her breasts against my mouth while she tied my hands behind the chair. I used my tongue to lick the top of her tits, including the nipple.
--I want to eat your big tits, my queen, I want to bite your nipples, take off your bra and let me see them!
But then my wife gave me a soft slap in the face and said:
--Remember that she's in control tonight, it's me.
I smiled a little surprised, then realized I couldn't move, my hands were tightly tied and I couldn't get up, but that didn't matter, I wouldn't want to get up from there, not when my wife's sensual buttocks in sexy lingerie were touching my bare skin. I could even feel her moist vulva, hidden by her thong, rubbing against my penis.
--You're so sexy, Lizeth... you have me so hot.
And while she moved over my groin, swaying her large buttocks on my thighs, her face came in front of mine, she pulled out her tongue like a wicked snake and began to lick the contours of my mouth.
--And yet, dear... you haven't been the best man in bed.
--Huh?
Lizeth adjusted her tits under her bra, and with a demonic smile, curving those thick lips painted with the same red tone as her hair, she said:
--Just that. Dear Efrén. You have forgotten about me sexually. Despite knowing how hot I am and the sexual needs I have, you simply didn't fulfill them as a man, and you would excuse yourself by saying how much we could corrupt your son... well, darling, I'm afraid that during the last year many things have happened... that you don't know. Things that will surely give you a great lesson.
At that moment, something much more unexpected than my wife's ass rubbing against my sore cock happened. I heard the kitchen door creaking open and someone entering with big steps.
Lizeth, lying on my lap, prevented me from seeing who it was. However, I knew that Adrian was the only other person who could access the kitchen with such familiarity, so I felt a blush of shame running down my cheeks and in an instant, it ended my growing erection and left my cock rather flaccid once again.
Was my wife getting revenge on me? Was her way of doing it forcing me to have sex with her in front of our own son, when she knew that was my greatest fear?
--But... what's this, woman?
I couldn't imagine the thoughts and shame running through my son Adrian's mind as he saw his father naked, tied to a chair, and his mother in sexy lingerie riding him like a vulgar slut.
--Damn it, Lizeth...! Who entered? Is it Adrián?
My wicked wife gave me a kiss on the forehead, still smiling.
--Surprise, darling --she said.
The steps approached closer where Lizeth and I were, and then I finally realized that it was indeed our son, dressed in jeans and an adjusted t-shirt showing his marked muscles, who was witnessing such shame. Far from being surprised or ashamed of having discovered us like this, he seemed pleased and possibly a little amused.
--Well, well, mom --he said with a small laugh, using that coarse voice that wasn't that of a simple child anymore.-- I see you're a woman to be reckoned with. Very well, mom, very well. You've managed to tame Dad.
Now, right next to us, Adrian leaned in and ran his hand over the bare skin of my wife's shoulder, caressing her smoothly, while his other hand caressed one of her beautiful breasts hidden by the blue marina bra that had previously been stuck to my mouth. And I was perplexed at the idea that my son was handling her in such an immoral way.
--You look incredible, mom --he said smiling at her--. What you're wearing is very sexy and highlights your body like a woman in heat. You look like a slut.
What? My throat closed up suddenly. How could Adrian be speaking to his own mother like that?!
The large hand of my son traversed the arm of his mother until it reached her narrow waist and wide hips, where the folds of the babydoll fell. Then I heard our son slapping his mother's thick legs and I shuddered, unable to say anything.
--Mmm hmm --Lizeth jaded, laughing at her son's slaps--. I'm glad you like it, my baby. I wore it especially for you. I knew it would turn you on.
What? How did he know it would turn him on?!
--That's what a real woman does, mom --Adrian replied, giving her another slap but now on the butt--, that's what a good and compliant woman does.
As he said this, the hand holding one of her enormous breasts above the bra moved up to his chin and drew his face towards hers and then my son leaned in to kiss her. To kiss his own mother! My son was kissing my wife!
--But... --I couldn't even get the words out, but I was trembling on the chair even if my wife was still sitting on me.
Their faces were just a few centimeters from mine and all I could do was look at them with my mouth open. This wasn't an affectionate kiss like a son might occasionally give his beloved mother, no: it was a much more passionate, prolonged, and Slippery like the one given to lovers.
Oh, damn it! Oh, damn it!
Their tongues were coming out of their mouths and even managed to spit on me with the saliva that was jumping between their slaps. I knew that my son's hand was squeezing his mother's buttocks while she was sticking her tongue in his mouth like a reckless madwoman... what the hell was all this about?
Then, both looked fixedly at each other's eyes as their lips pressed together and their tongues rubbed against each other. I couldn't remember the last time my wife had kissed me like that... like she was kissing our son.
Then, when they broke the kiss, my wife sighed with pleasure.
What...?! What's going on? - Finally, I could stammer, surprised and horrified, but what I was seeing was my son kissing my wife, who in turn was his mother, just a few centimeters from my face, while she had her buttocks over my legs.
Come on mom, leave this pathetic cuck alone and come here, said Adrian authoritatively, and Lizeth obeyed, getting up from my body, obediently.
Then she stood in front of our chubby son, giving me the back, treating me to the rough images of her enormous red buttocks from Adrián's whippings. And then both of them, in the middle of the kitchen, kissed again. My son's hands were kneading his mother's buttocks, which began to tremble like gelatin.
Hey! Heeeeey! - I shouted completely impacted - Adrián! Lizeth! What the hell is going on?
Their kisses were anxious and wet, ignoring me completely, licking their lips with their tongues while my son's hands squeezed his mother's plump and bulging buttocks, which sometimes whipped her and she gasped with pleasure, moving in front of him like a schoolgirl.
Then Lizeth lifted Adrian's shirt over his head to reveal our son's fine and muscular torso and began to lower her mouth down his neck, while caressing him luxuriously with her hands. sus solid muscles. And I was shaking with horror. My wife's buttocks vibrated in front of each blow from Adrian, and she only contorted against her own son while licking his nipples and he gasped like a bull in heat.
—WHAT ARE THEY DOING!—I screamed with rage, tied and naked to a chair as I watched my wife kiss my son, while they were getting it on—
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This was too vivid to be a joke, and quite painful to believe it was a nightmare. I didn't think it was some cruel trick already since that physical and immoral contact between the two was too incestuous to be just an act. It was all real!
—What's going on here?!
Then my son turned towards me for the first time, and said with a nonchalant gesture:
—Shit, dad, are you stupid or what's wrong with you? Isn't it obvious what's happening?—
And while he said that, his mother kept licking his nipples while he now put a finger between the crack of his mother's ass.
—No!—I said, struggling to get up but my wife had tied me down well—. Have they gone crazy? They're flesh of their flesh, and blood of their blood!
—Actually, it's quite simple, dad—continued Adrian with an unpleasant smile while my wife sat up and pressed her large tits against the bare belly of her son—
A beautiful and hot woman like mom needs a real man to satisfy her, and it's quite obvious that you're not up to the task, dad.
My heart was beating very fast.
—We argued that night—continued Adrian—I also heard the reasons why you didn't want to take her, which seemed ridiculously lame to me. What did it matter if I heard them having sex or not? Honestly, dad, my first wanks were made listening to my mother's sexual moans. I always liked it when she gasped like a cheap porn actress. Although looking at it well—said, looking at my deflated cock—, I don't understand why so much scandal if you're not as well-endowed as I… I'm glad I didn't inherit your size. —It can't be this possible… Adrian… —I exclaimed with horror—. This isn't... this...! —Enough, dad, didn't you want to screw mom because you didn't want me to hear them? Well, look at the lesson I'm giving you now. As a good son, I've been taking your place in bed, giving mom what a woman like her needs and deserves. —Oh, dear Efrén —Lizeth purred lasciviously as she snuggled against her son's chest—. Our son Adrian is so good in bed. We must have raised a very delicious stallion —And she digested a triumphant glance. Lizeth was now unbuttoning our son's jeans, and with horror I saw them fall to his ankles. My son was now almost as naked as I, only his muscular and sturdy body was something more worthy of contemplation than mine, which was flabby and graceless. I was struggling to assimilate what was happening here. Everything seemed unreal. —No —I said—, it can't be. I can't believe you, Lizeth, had sex with your own son! It's abominable! Are you sick or what's wrong with your head? But she didn't respond. She turned to Adrián and sighed like a prostitute. —Mmmm —my wife sighed again—. I know it's very bad, dear, I know it sounds until sick, but that's what makes it feel so morbid. Well, that and the fact that Adrian is a complete stallion in bed. He doesn't resemble you at all, honey, and I don't understand why, when he's your son. She pulled down our son's boxer shorts and, to my surprise, his cock sprang out, which I couldn't help but gasp again. My son's cock was voluminous, about twenty centimeters long and enormously thick, and it was completely hard after his mother's caresses. I barely could tear my eyes away from Adrián's firm, hard, and venous cock; somehow it consumed me All my thoughts for the moment. I had never seen anything so strong, so powerful and so masculine. And my wife adored it with her fingers just as if it were a religious image.
—It's really delicious—whispered my wife, kneeling down without anyone telling her to—. It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen in my life, dear husband. I wonder how he inherited this great cock, because it's obvious you didn't, Efrén.
I groaned with a lament and my son smiled.
—Do you see, dad? That's what a real man looks like—Adrián told me, looking at my own cock with disdain, which barely compared to his—. During the last months I've been showing mom what she's been missing all her life by not being penetrated with a cock like this. And now it seems I'll show you too. It's time for you to learn what it takes to be a real man. Sorry, dad, no hard feelings.
My wife was now kissing the head of our son's enormous cock, which was already hard and erect. She moved her tongue smoothly over the glans while caressing the entire venous trunk with her hand. I stood there, stunned, taking in the scene before me. All my attention was focused on the glorious and swollen flesh of my son and the rosy lips of my wife as they brushed against each other.
—Oh, yes, oh, come on, mom, suck my cock!—my son moaned while his mother obediently licked from base to tip.
Adrián began to groan as his mother licked his enormous and firm cock. Almost seemed to forget I was there, forced to contemplate this strange and abominable sight. Suddenly Lizeth opened her mouth and let our son's cock slide between them, moistening it and sliding it into her interior, and he thrust it in again and again until his mother's face almost got stuck in his crotch.
—What a yummy mouth your wife has, dad... oh, how well she sucks it down the throat!
—Not just my wife, you pig!— She's your mother! Are you sick or what the hell is going on with you?
Without a doubt her throat was absorbing an incredible amount of his cock. She leaned back completely and I could see my son's cock harder than ever, the veins pulsating, covered in slippery and foamy saliva, the glans shining with pre-seminal liquid. My wife went back to sucking it with great passion, then removing her mouth from her son's cock for a second, Lizeth gasped.
—Mmmm, I love sucking your big cock, son —she said, but looking at me.
—And you suck very well, mom —Adrián said with a big smile, while taking his mother's head and pushing it towards his swollen member to make her swallow again.
Soon Lizeth was moving her head forward and backward quickly, sucking his cock anxiously while her hand began to play with his balls. Adrián had his head back, his eyes almost glassy with pleasure, breathing irregularly and with difficulty.
—Oh, oh yes, mom! Suck it! Suck my cock! Show your pathetic husband what he's missing for not wanting you to take me like God intended! —my son was telling his mother as she continued sucking him enthusiastically.
It was a sight I could never have imagined, my wife in a sexy blue babydoll, on her knees giving my son an incredible blow job and all in front of me, who remained tied to a chair. Mountains of foam were escaping from Lizeth's mouth, even moistening the surface of her tits held up by her bra.
When I least expected it, my wife was already devouring our son's testicles. She was licking them with her tongue out. She absorbed them in her mouth and then released them, spitting them out. She was a complete slut at the hands of a very demanding client, only the client was precisely our 18-year-old son whom she had given birth to. I could, despite my feelings of disgust and indignation, be absolutely horrified, my wife's beautiful buttocks bouncing, all her dressed in lingerie, completely surrendering to our own son.
—Ahhh, yes, mmmm! —my wife gasped as she let Adrián's cock come out of her mouth again—. I need you to hold me, darling. Hold me tight, my spermatic son. Show your dad how much you love mom.
And when he said that, I felt like my world was about to collapse. They couldn't have sex! It couldn't happen! That was unnatural! NOOOO!My Instagram
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