Obsession with my mother 6

My obsession with my mother wouldn't let me live in peace, I needed to see her and make her mine. It was that bad I bought a spy camera, the bad thing is it came when it was very large for hiding. I tried to find a way to hide it but couldn't find a place big enough. Since I thought it wouldn't work at all, I decided to disassemble it, took off the casing and left only the electronic plate and the camera, and surprise, now it was smaller, more exposed to get damaged, but now I could give it a good use. The first time I hid it under a deodorant bottle, in front of the bathtub and I could record my mother getting out of the shower and recording her breasts. On another occasion, I put it on the floor under the furniture, but couldn't record her pussy. On another occasion, near the bathroom, but only recorded her ass when she sat down to pee. I searched for different places, but didn't find a good one. I also wanted to try in my mother's room, put the hidden camera everywhere near her, but in all of them I could only record her breasts or ass. Finally, I was left with the memory card and the camera broke. Over time, the memory card stopped working and with it all the photos and videos saved of her without any backup. That still hurts me to this day. What I remember, and my memory doesn't fail yet, is once when my parents were living in another house and I didn't live with them anymore, I went with my wife to visit them and stay overnight. It was my father's birthday celebration, the family came to eat and that celebration lasted until late hours of the night. At the moment of the drinks, after dinner, I started taking shots, just me since my wife didn't feel like it, a little later my mother saw me drinking alone and approached, I said: -Mom, have a shot with me. -No son, I've already had some cava and you know I don't drink much, it makes me get drunk quickly. That's what I said I already knew that. At that moment I didn't insist anymore, nor was I looking for anything. Hours passed and family members started leaving the house, my wife told me she wanted to go to bed, which I said she should do, as I would stay a bit longer. Only three family members were left (including my aunt who is single), my mother, my father, and I. My aunt started talking to me and I offered her some shots, which she accepted. My mother came over where we were sitting with my aunt and sat down in the chair next to mine, I said: Come on mom, have a shot with us. -I've already told you before that I get drunk quickly. -But mom, you're at home, you don't have to drive, it's dad's birthday and we're drinking too. Join us. -No, later... -Well then, I'll stop drinking too. I put the glass and bottle away from my side, she looked at me and noticed that bothered me, then she looked at my aunt and I think they found themselves in a compromise to take one. -Just one. She poured it for herself and also another one for me and my aunt. We toasted and continued talking. Hours passed and my aunt and the other family members left the house. My father said it was late and he was going to sleep, so he went to his room. I was about to do the same when I saw my mother starting to clear the table. -Mom, we'll clean up tomorrow, it's very late and you must be tired. -No son, let me sleep for a bit, I'll clean up later. I went to the table and helped her gather things. When everything was cleaned up, only the bottle with shot glasses remained. And I told my mother to pour one last time before going to bed. She sat down in the chair and said: Come on, let's have a drink for the champions of the night, those who stayed awake the longest. We started laughing and began drinking. First one, then another, and another, and another. While we were talking, the bottle was emptying. At first the conversation was normal, about how everything was going, work, home, my wife, etc. But as we drank more, we loosened up or rather I did. I started taking the conversation to hotter moments. First, I'd tell some slightly spicy jokes, then I'd let out some spicier comments, and when the bottle was almost empty, I'd start asking her questions about sex, like if she sent pictures of my dad, if they touched each other in public, things like that. She'd respond with more difficulty to understand, but it had me really hot until by bad luck one of my questions made her uncomfortable. -Mom, did you let Dad stick it up your ass? I'm not sure if at that moment I was too direct, but she said it was okay, that the conversation was over and nobody should know about it. I apologized and offered her another drink, at first she didn't want to, but I told her it was a way of apologizing for my question. She accepted and took the drink, got up from the chair and couldn't stand up because of the alcohol in her body, just like me, but I could still control mine. When she stood up, she almost fell on the floor, so I quickly got up, grabbed her and took her to the sofa. -Mom, do you want me to bring you a nightgown and put it on here? -No, not here, don't see me like that. -No mom, she said because there's light here and you won't wake up Dad, and I'll turn my back and won't look at anything, so if you fall asleep I'll be close to help you. She said she was right, between mumbling words and falling asleep. I went into the room where my dad slept, got Mom's nightgown and took advantage of seeing if Dad was sleeping; he was very asleep. I left the room and went to the living room, Mom was asleep so I woke her up to put on the nightgown, at first she didn't want to but I convinced her to take off her clothes and put it on. I was silly and turned around like I said, and when she said okay, I turned back around again; she stretched out on the sofa, I tried to wake her up to take her to bed and she said more... late. I went into my bedroom where my wife was sleeping and put on my pajamas, hesitated whether to get into bed and leave my mother there or not. Finally, I decided to go to the dining room, she was already snoring, I turned off the light and only lit a small lamp on the side table next to the sofa, just near where my mother's feet were, I sat down on the other sofa and fell asleep for about 30 minutes more or less. When I woke up, my mother was still snoring but was lying on her back, with one leg on the sofa and the other hanging off. I got up to put her leg in place and with my feet, touched the clothes she had taken off, moved them aside and there I saw her panties and bra, I knelt down and started smelling her panties. My cock began to wake up and I started touching myself under my pants with my mother's panties in my face, started imagining that I had her pussy in my face while I was already wanking with my cock out, and suddenly stopped everything, stayed thinking for a bit if I have my mother's panties on the floor, it means... A shiver took hold of me and I told myself to do it and another not. I approached the leg hanging off the sofa and wanted to look under the camisole, but couldn't see anything, so I put her leg back in place and slowly lifted the camisole. Surprise, I was wanking with my mother's panties and now I could see her pubic hair, started lifting it towards her waist, so I wouldn't have to hold the camisole and leave her pubic hair in the air for me to see while I wanked. Then I would look at her from top to bottom and stare at her tits, wanted to see if she could pull them out or just one of them, unhooked the straps that held her camisole to her shoulders and could let both her tits hang loose in front of me. I started touching them as soon as I wanked, my cock was hard, touched her pubic hair but with a little fear because I knew it was a sensitive part and didn't want to tickle her. Suddenly she She moved one of her legs, doubling it at the knee, and I could see her pussy in all its splendor. She was still snoring and I was masturbating, pressing different parts of her body to see if she would wake up, but no, she was still asleep thanks to the alcohol. Without thinking, I put my cock on one of her tits and hit it gently with her, then did the same thing on her face. After that, I thought why not? And I started to touch around her pussy, separating her vaginal lips, but I didn't dare put my finger in for fear she would wake up. I wanted to go crazy, so I got on top of her on the sofa without touching her, with my cock in her face, and I brought my face close to her pussy, feeling that smell of pussy that I couldn't describe, then I touched it with the tip of my tongue, and later passed my whole tongue over her pussy. That really turned me on, and even more when I noticed her pussy was starting to lubricate. My excitement was so great that I didn't realize my mother wasn't snoring anymore, until a moment of panic hit me because I couldn't come up with an explanation, I lifted my face from her pussy to look at her face, and I could see she wasn't snoring because I had lowered my body without realizing it, and the shape of my cock was all inside her mouth, and she was breathing through her nose. I pulled out and she started snoring again, I got off her and decided to cum while still masturbating, that I would come in her panties, I was touching her pussy while I was masturbating and was so hot that my cock wanted to explode before I could grab the panties, so I aimed at her pussy and filled her pubic hair with semen, there was a drop left on my cock, I put it on top of her open mouth and pressed my cock, making the drop fall into her mouth. I put her nightgown back on, turned off the light and sat down on the sofa to get undressed. When morning came, I woke up before anyone else and my mother was still asleep in front of me, but not for much longer, since I noticed she started moving her head a lot. waist, that's what I meant to say was about to wake up, I pretended to be asleep with my eyes slightly open and saw her scratching the pussy, then she touched it and lifted her hand looking at her fingers, sat down and when she saw me there picked up the clothes from the floor, just as she was getting up I woke up, she asked for forgiveness if she had woken me up and I with my gaze on her tits, since they were very prominent due to her nipples, told her it didn't matter. Her day went normally apart from a headache, and mine was trying to hide my smile of joy.