Corrupting Mom// Chap. 13

All that has happened during the last few minutes has been truly stressful. There is tension in the living room caused by Nacho, my mother and I, which can only be compared to when dad would get us together with my sister and me to show him our semester grades from school.

Dad is sitting on the individual sofa facing south in the living room, and seems to be out of orbit. When there's football, my parent disconnects from the world. Nacho and Uncle Fred are sitting on a three-seater sofa, and mom and I are in front of them on the two-seater sofa, trying to watch TV or pretend to show interest.

I notice Sugey is paler than usual. She must have been surprised by his presence.

Nacho is a tall man with abundant beard, dark-haired, corpulent, and has a physique that meets mom's standards for a lover.

Next to him, I'm just a simple, pale-skinned boy with café-colored eyes.

I can hear mom's nervous breathing every time she feels Nacho's lascivious gaze on her, which he doesn't stop staring at whenever he gets the chance. The guy doesn't hold back on the ogling and takes advantage of Uncle Fred and dad being absorbed in watching the football game to do it intensely.

I've tried to surprise him by looking at mom, but he observes me, smiles maliciously, and returns his eyes to the TV. He doesn't care what I might mean to mom. And she's breathing too fast.

Damn.

Nacho's views are amazing because mom, with her grey leggings, is posing her figure, highlighting her spread-out fat buttocks on the sofa, and her fascinating hips and legs that cling and overflow over the fabric.

I don't know how to tell my mother to close her legs without being too obvious, since I'm sure Nacho, who occasionally fixes his gaze on her crotch, has noticed she's not wearing underwear, and so therefore it is capable of appreciating the fine thread that divides its chubby right labium vulvar from the other one, and also the vaginal mucosa that may perhaps illuminate the fabric. With my knee I try to hit hers, but mom doesn't pay attention to me. Nervous, she has her gaze fixed on the television. Less good her upper blouse is a bit loose, although I think if you pay attention to her chest, you can perceive the obesity of her breasts and how her swollen nipples mark themselves on the fabric. —How is it possible that we haven't paid for digital TV service this month, Sugey, since you're at home to take care of the household needs! —my mom suddenly scolds me. —We'll talk about it later, Lorenzo —my mom tries to smooth things over, not wanting to argue with her husband in front of everyone. But dad is more foolish than a damn donkey. —And they had to cut off the service precisely today, which is the semifinal! Do you see, Sugey? These things only happen because of your carelessness! The shame I'm going through because of your carelessness in front of my brother and his friend! —It's not a problem for me —Nacho responds, an idiot. Mom breathes heavily, annoyed, and responds: —Nothing's wrong, Lorenzo, we'll pay the service on Monday and that's it. Luckily we have the antenna set up. —A grandma's antenna! Woman! I intervene to prevent mom from getting angry at her. —But you can see, what about, papá? The screen is visible and that's important. —But in what conditions! —he keeps complaining—. Look at the transfer lines that fog up the image of the game. ¡I'd rather not give a damn, Sugey! I see Nacho smiling sarcastically and hate that he realizes that my parents' relationship isn't at its best. I know he can see an opportunity in the rift between my parents, and that's why it makes me angry. But what really gets on my nerves is that my father can't keep his mouth shut and save his complaints for when they're alone in their room, instead of saying them out loud in front of unwanted people. How that idiot.

—Calm down, ma —I whisper, caressing her cheek.

Since Mom is very attached to me, she hears and nods, and I offer her my hand, and she intertwines her fingers with mine like we're a couple of loving newlyweds. The contact between our hands infuses her with courage, and I reclaim her as mine in front of Nacho.

I look at him proudly and say to his eyes, This woman is mine, and I'm not going to let you take her away from me, you jerk.

Besides, we're mother and son, and no one should be surprised by such a close display.

But Nacho doesn't seem to agree. He raises an eyebrow when he notices our entwined fingers. He looks at us suspiciously, laughs to himself, and turns his eyes back to the TV.

—Damn it! —my dad explodes again—. What we needed was for the signal to go out just now!

I look at the TV and indeed a line has appeared in the middle of the screen. And before he can grab my mother against me, that is, against my mom, I get up and move the TV antenna.

—Already... already... no, not yet, a little more to the right! —my uncle Fred and dad guide me—. Lift it higher... like that... like that...

—Is it?

—Yes, replied Dad.

I release the antenna just where they indicate, but it's releasing it and the interference comes back.

—Keep holding onto the antenna, damn it, Tito! —my father reprimands me.

—Is it? I ask, while seeing Nacho get up from the couch.

—Yes, almost.

I release it, ready to go with my mom, who is still under Nacho's gaze, but when I release the antenna the damn TV goes back out of signal.

—Don't let go of the antenna, for God's sake! —my father scolds me.

—Do you think I'll stay holding onto the antenna throughout the whole game? Really, Dad?

—And why not? —he claims—. After all, you're also to blame for us having our digital service cut off because you didn't offer to go pay the bill.

—But Dad!

—But nothing, Tito, be quiet, I don't understand what the commentator is saying!

And it's just at that momento when the damn Nacho thinks of telling Dad he wants to go to the bathroom.

Yes, Nacho, go. Come on, Sugey, take our guest to the bathroom.

I get sick when Dad orders Mom that thing.

Lucy just went into the bathroom downstairs, says Mom, who has turned paler than before.

Don't let the world close in on you, woman, then take him to the upstairs bathroom!

I'll take him! I shout suddenly, terrified of Mom having to disappear with Nacho at home.

You stay by the antenna, Tito! Dad demands.

Don't worry, Lorenzo, says Nacho, I don't think I'll get lost if I look for the bathroom myself.

Leave, Nacho, says Dad without looking at him, since he has his eyes fixed on the TV; Sugey won't be that rude not to accompany you.

And in my inner self I shout at Dad How can you be so stupid, Dad? How do you put Mom with Nacho in the bathroom? Don't you realize that possibly that jerk is screwing your wife?

My eyes and cheeks burn when I see Mom, nervous, get up, pass by Nacho and indicate the stairs. And I can't believe that Nacho's son is so bold to have his disgusting eyes fixed on my mother's round ass, which marks itself excessively in the leggings she's wearing.

Damn it! I say without anyone hearing me.

The scene must be ridiculous; Mom going up the stairs to lead her lover where we just made love, while Nacho follows behind, looking at her butt. Meanwhile, Fred and Dad are watching the football game, and I'm standing behind the TV, holding the damn antenna with my hands because if I let it go, the TV will get interference and won't be seen.

How much longer until the game ends? I ask Dad desperately.

I don't know, about half an hour or so, depending on how many minutes the referee adds at the end.

It's too long! I complain.

Don't bother me, you jerk! The minutes feel eternal to me. The waiting is tormenting me. Mom isn't coming down, and it's making me furious that she's taking so long, because they only told me to take Nacho to the bathroom on the top floor, not to wait for her.

Why aren't you coming down, mom?

What are you doing that you're not coming back?

Why are you taking so long?

Are you holding onto that cock of that guy's to pee?

My hands are sweating on the antenna and I feel like if I don't go check what my mom and Nacho are doing right now, I'll end up electrocuted with everything and the antenna and TV.

And I look up, trying to sharpen the audio to try to hear something, I don't know what, but I need to hear something. A groan. A noise. A gasp. But nothing. The TV noise is very loud.

I insist that time feels eternal. Luckily or unluckily, 25 minutes later Nacho returns, smiling, wiping his hands with his own shirt.

I have to go, says the idiot to no one in particular.

My dad isn't even bothering to look at him, he's entertained by a penalty that happened, but Fred is, and he says, smiling:

The game is almost over, Nacho, wait a bit, you didn't even see that the Lions scored a goal.

Nacho looks at me with a smirk, smiles, looks at Fred like he wants to say something more, and finally exclaims:

I also scored a goal.

And he leaves.

***

I haven't explained my rage. I haven't waited to hear my father's shouts for my boldness. Simply I threw the antenna on the floor and ran upstairs to the top floor, with anger, with much anger and disappointment.

My father's shouts about my bravery cease because now it's him who seems to have had to hold onto the antenna to watch the last minutes of the game on TV.

I open the bathroom door and verify the bathtub, which still has the traces of foam and bubbles that stuck to our bodies while she and I were making love. I'm looking for a trail between the sink or the trash can that would indicate that Mom and Nacho were there fornicating like a pair of wild animals. But I don't find anything, not even a piece of paper with the semen from that prick.

I storm out, still burning with anger, and head to the end of the hallway, where I find my mother lying on the bed, supposedly asleep, and I can't believe she's fallen so low in front of such a scene, so I yell:

You did it, Mom! You did it with Nacho!

Sugey opens her eyes, lifts her head, and pretends to be sleepy. And I say pretend because I don't believe anything about her having been lying in her room all this time while Nacho disappeared from my sight.

What's going on, Tito? - Her voice is also sleepy.

Why did you do it, Mom?

Honey... don't scream, my head hurts...

And didn't it hurt when Nacho was fornicating with you?

Mom opens her eyes like plates. The blue of her iris shines very restlessly.

You haven't respected your own home! - I reprimand her with a lump in my throat - Not your husband! Not your children! You haven't respected me, who just declared my love to you a couple of hours ago!

What are you talking about, son?

Liar! You're a liar!

Mom gets up, dazed, and tells me:

Why have you gotten so upset, Tito? Why do you say such ugly things?

You got hit, didn't you, ma? - I can't hold back the tears from my eyes. I feel betrayed. I can't believe she did something like that to me.

Nacho hit you, didn't he? And the son of a slut had the audacity to say it publicly, for the greater humiliation of my father and me!

Mom remains incredulous, either because she really doesn't know what I'm talking about or Sugey is a great actress and manipulator and is faking ignorance.

Tito, I don't know what you're talking about!

I know you do, Mom! Where was it? In the bathroom or here in your room?

Where was what, son, please?

Don't ' Make the fool, Sugey, you know it's so good! You screwed Nacho! You did it after you and I...! After we...! You're perverse, Sugey! You're extremely perverse! You've slept with your own son just to block out the sun with a finger! To make me suspect that between you and Nacho...! Damn, mom!

But I feel such strong pain in my chest and feelings that I decide to leave her alone in her room and I lock myself in mine.

--Come on, Tito!

But I don't pay attention. Neither does it make an effort to come find me. It has no way of defending itself. It has no justification. And I'm sure it won't look for me until it's planned what to do or say to justify itself. To persuade me. But this time it won't succeed, not even because I love her so much.

It won't convince me. Mom has a lover, and it's Nacho. And that lover screwed her tonight while we were all in the living room.

And it had no respect for anyone, not even for herself. This piercing sensation in my chest is stronger than the one I felt when I saw Alicia making out and kissing my best friend Julián at the dance.

I put a pillow on my head and let the blanket wipe away the tears from my eyes.

This can't be happening to me.

***

At midnight, I wake up very thirsty, and I go downstairs to refill my water jug. I drag my feet and act in silence. I'm still hurt and very sad about everything that's happened.

I've just lived through the most beautiful day of my life, because my mom finally gave herself to me as a woman, and we both made love, between passionate kisses, between lubricious caresses, and erotic penetrations.

But it was also the worst, because I'm almost sure I've confirmed that Nacho and Sugey are lovers. But that's not the worst, it's just that they had sex in my own house. In the bathroom or in mom and dad's room. Although I still can't confirm the latter.

--Tito, Tito! --I hear the voice of my sister Lucy, whom I hadn't seen yet... since my dad came with Uncle Fred and Nacho, they would lock themselves in their room without leaving, except when I did to go to the bathroom, which is why my mother's lover had to go to the second floor.

I feel very strange that my sister's crazy friend hugged me so sadly and forcefully.

Lucy? What are you...doing? I worry, leaving the mug on the kitchen counter.

This is very rare for me because my sister Lucy has never shown any affection towards me.

I know you don't love me, Tito —she cries, hiding her face in my chest—, I know you hate me, that to you I'm unbearable, insufferable and odious, but you have to help me! Seriously, you have to help me!

I try to separate her to look at her eyes. Apparently she's crying, and seeing her like that scares me a lot.

Okay, Lucy, Lucy, how can I not love you if you're my sister, little crazy one? I say sincerely, knowing that neither of us has ever been affectionate towards each other or known how to express our love—. It just happens that we always treat each other like dogs and cats, but that doesn't mean I don't love... I adore you, my little girl, I adore you.

I kiss her forehead to confirm my love for her, hug her with my arms, and she wipes away her small blue eyes. Have I really been such a bad brother to give Lucy the impression that I hate her?

I also love you very much, brother, even if I never show it.

Damn it, Lucy! You're shivering, what's wrong?

Come on, Tito, it's not safe to talk here, come to my room!

Lucy pulls me by the hand and leads me to her room, which is the only one on the first floor. Anxious about what she's going to tell me, I see her close the door and then ask me to sit down on the bed, where she soon reclines.

Lucy, what's wrong? You're acting really strange!

Miedo! That's what I have, Tito, fear!

The lamp on her desk is lit, and the light shines directly on her rosy face and large blue eyes... that remind me of her... of our mother. —Who's afraid of? —I swallow saliva when I notice that Lucy has the same fleshy mouth as mom; the same soft, reddish form, the same skin tone, her same gaze. —Nacho, that man who was here last night at home, wants... wants to hurt Sugey! My eyes turn into two golf balls. Where does Luciana know Nacho from? —What the hell, Lucy? —He told me! Nacho told me! She wipes her cheeks, and when she does, her forearms unintentionally bring her breasts together beneath her pink pajamas, and I see how fat they are. Both breasts remain lifted, and when she lets them go, I see her two round, fleshy tits bouncing on her chest. I swallow saliva and my heart beats fast. When did they grow so big, damn it? When did my little sister become a woman? When did her gaze take on the tone of my mother's? How is it that I didn't notice that Lucy is no longer as flat as before when I used to call her table with eyes, and at sixteen, almost seventeen, she's already a young lady with large hips, ass, and breasts? I try to control myself and investigate more about what we're talking about. —Where does your mom know that son of a slut from? The innocent eyes of that little girl who looks like a porcelain doll big breast, like an animated drawing of a hentai, start to whine, but she doesn't tell me anything, and I don't force her because she's definitely very scared. —Calm down, sister, calm down —I caress her cheeks, just to feel that the skin tone of her face is as soft and delicate as our mother's—. Come, lie down here. I get up higher on the bed and make her rest her head on my lap, causing her golden head to pose exactly in my crotch. In this position, I remember the day mom also rested her head on my cock and grabbed one of her enormous breasts for the first time. And I let myself be hypnotized by her pink mouth, which looks slightly open. E imagine that like mom, she has the same color in her vaginal folds.

I can't help but feel an erection that lifts my head a bit, and the morbidness blinds me.

—Damn—whisper in fright.

Lucy remains asleep, with her abundant breasts oscillating between her blouse each time she moves.

—You look so much like her, damn—I say, when my fingers caress the softness of her rosy cheeks.

And I remember my mother's buttocks between my hands, when I squeezed and pushed my fingers in until they disappeared.

—Who?—she responds, and I'm startled because I hadn't realized she had already woken up.

—Mom—I smile, losing myself in her blue eyes.

—Who do you want me to look like, chango?—she says laughing—, Doña Martha, the fat woman from the corner store?

I don't say anything, just smile. More like I gaze at her spongy lips and remember how mom used to kiss me. With the desire I had for mom to suck my cock. She with that sensuality and experience, surely she would leave me drained, completely sex.

—Why do you look at me like that, Tito?

—Like what?

—Like a slut who's been ravaged.

—Why do I see Lucy as my mother's nymphomaniac?

I must calm down. If it's already unhealthy enough that my sexual desires for my mother have suddenly blossomed, everything will become much more turbid and perverse if I start seeing my sister with the same morbid eyes. So I take a deep breath and force myself not to think of her in that way. Besides, she's still very young.

With mom it's enough. Anyway, given what this changa has told me, I have hopes that between Nacho and mom nothing bad has happened. One thing is for Nacho to flirt with my mother, and another for that stupid guy to mess with my sister, who's also underage.

And if mom is being subjected to some kind of blackmail by Nacho, then I'll act, I'll defend her. I won't let that piece of shit hurt either my mother or my little sister.

—Nacho won't hurt anyone, okay? —I promise, neither you nor Mom. —You didn't listen to him that time, little brother. Nacho is dangerous. What time? It's obvious Lucy has had direct contact with him and that worries me a lot. —I'll protect both of them, okay? I'll protect my two women. —You?—she doubts, and that infuriates me. —Even if you doubt it, blonde changa. Meanwhile, it's time to sleep. —No!—she sits up and looks at me imploringly. —What not, crazy woman? —Don't leave! And she throws herself into my arms. The problem isn't that she hugs me for the second time since I can remember, but that I'm feeling the hardness of her two tits on my chest. —Lucy, it's night now—remind her, with a desire to run away from there. —Can you stay with me tonight, Tito? —Huh? This can't be happening to me. I don't want these desires. Not with her. Not with my sister, damn it. I can't and shouldn't, but this girl isn't making it easy for me. Not now that she has her tits stuck to my chest. —Okay, okay, okay, little brother, I'm scared, and I don't want to be alone! I take a deep breath as she rubs against me. Wish I weren't the one having an erection feeling the friction and hardness of her big breasts on my body. —But Lucy, I hate sleeping on the floor!—I try to find an excuse among a thousand to not stay with her. —What? No, silly, I want you to sleep with me, in my bed. Damn it! —Just tonight, little sister, okay? And I fall asleep under her pleas. Between Sugey's and Luciana's calculated persuasions... I don't know how I came in that house! —Okay... okay, little sister... this night... I'll stay here with you, on your bed. But only tonight. *** It's hot, so there was no need to sleep under any blanket. In fact, the temperature rose so much by 2:00 am that Lucy (without knowing I was awake) had to get up and put something lighter on. Damn it I saw between the slits of my... eyes half-closed, as Lucy took off her cotton pajamas.

She was left in her underwear suddenly, and I remained dry at the sight that she was more curvy than I had thought. Her underwear is small and the front part is thinner, sinking between her vulva. I noticed, choking and with a deathly erection, that at her age, her legs have turned generously. Her buttocks are very rounded and swollen, and her hips are widening greatly. A little more time, and I'm sure she'll grab my mother's body.

And God save us!

The office lamps gave her skin a very fresh and beautiful beauty. White and rosy.

I barely managed to distinguish when she took off the blouse and was left with only a thin pink top that can hardly hold her large breasts.

And now I'm here, trying to sleep on my side while my sister has been sleeping for a while, in fetal position, facing me, with her pink corset and delgadito transparently showing the hardness of her nipples, and her two breasts compressing one against the other.

I managed to fall asleep, but I woke up when I felt my sister's hand caressing my package.

Damn!

I opened my eyes suddenly, alarmed.

The worst is that I didn't know how to react. It's already delicate and strong for your own mother to touch your package, let alone your little sister, who is younger than you, it all gets worse.

—Paulo... —she whispered between dreams, while one of her hands rubbed my hard penis under my boxer shorts, and I tried to move not to wake her up, so as not to make her open her eyes and be scared when she finds out what she's pressing—... Oh, Paulo...

Paulo must be her boyfriend, there's no other option. Her moans have a similar putón tone to Sugey's, that's why I got like a motorcycle.

—Shhhh —I tried to soothe that little wicked girl who was squeezing her beautiful thighs as if she were immersed in a wet dream where she and Paulo were the... protagonists—... Lucy, my girl, sleeps...

Both of us removed ourselves from the bed, I moving away from her and she trying to rub against me, which already had my boxer wet with the liquids coming out of my gland. Her corpulent breasts have moved significantly inside her considerable corset, so the peripheries of her salmon-colored areolas have appeared between the seams.

Joder.

And thus I suffer that torment until she becomes quiet, with her hand gripping the length of my cock, and in this way, unable to do anything more, with a hard erection, I fall asleep.

***

I don't know why it matters what Mom might think if she finds me asleep in Lucy's bed, but it matters to me, even though I don't deserve it.

Lucy is on the other side of the bed... and I have my penis outside! What time did I take it out?

I'm shivering, jump off the bed and leave Lucy's room, heading to mine, where, without believing it, I find Mom sitting, wearing a satin silver nightgown, the same one she wore on the first night I sucked her tits.

—Where were you? —she asks me.

I hate that she's in my room like this, so sexy, with her nightgown open, showing half of her nipples and the prelude to her enormous areolas, which shine with their salmon color. And I especially hate that she thinks she has the right to demand explanations from me.

—Around here —I respond curtly, heading for the closet where I prepare to take out a towel to shower.

After this, I'll go with Elvira, apologize to her for leaving her waiting and give her the ride of her life. I'm very hot, but this time Mom won't be the one who gets away with it. I have to punish her until I discover the truth.

—Where is around here?

I don't respond. I look for some black boxer shorts and socks.

It's early, Dad is probably still asleep, but Mom already has a matte red lip gloss on her thick lips and her eyes are sparkling more blue than usual.

—Where is around here, son? —she asks me again.

When I already have... my things in my hand I look at her.

She keeps sitting down. She's not wearing underwear under her satin bathrobe. It's just her and her nakedness. It's just that majestic blonde and her enormous breasts falling on her chest and probably her vulva slightly open under the robe.

—You don't answer my questions, mom, so I won't answer yours.

Mom raises her eyebrows, uncrosses her arms, and leans her hands on either side of the bed. With that movement, her bathrobe opens, and one of her plump breasts is exposed. I see it big, shiny, fat, hanging on her chest. The nipple is hard, and I want to bite it because it looks like a small strawberry.

I swallow saliva, and mom sighs seductively. She bites her lower lip and separates her legs. The bathrobe drags along her thighs and slowly opens up. She knows I'm looking at her. That her bare chest is a very strong temptation for me.

Her long golden hair falls down her back, and my cock is pulsating under my pants, which become a sudden tent. At my age, it's easy to get hot, and mom notices.

—I'll go take a shower — I say, losing my voice.

—You want to leave, heaven, but your penis says otherwise.

—Damn, ma! — I say, heading for the door.

Mom gets up, her breasts sway, and she stands in front of me before I do. She puts her hand on my chin and the other on my groin, where she squeezes, and I jerk back, startled.

—Nacho means nothing to me, my love—

—I always lie, mom.

I haven't finished saying that when her bathrobe falls to the floor. Mom is naked in front of me. Two big melons of flesh oscillate voluminously. Her nipples are swollen, eager for someone to bite them.

—Do you know, son? I couldn't sleep last night.

I'm agitated. I cling to the towel and boxers in my hands while my mother strokes my hard package with coquetry.

—Conscience, don't you?

—I say, choking, seeing her two breasts bobbing each time since she moves. —Yes, Tito. My conscience is tormenting me. Mom's red hair makes her look wild, seductive, sensual. —Nacho's thing doesn't let you sleep —I accuse her, pretending not to feel the tingling caused by his hand rubbing against my bulge. —Nacho has nothing to do with all this, Tito. I know that if Mom gets a little closer, her nipples will touch my shirt, and I'll want to take it off because there's nothing more sensual than feeling your mother's hard nipples rubbing against your hot skin, burning you. —Then who? —I ask without air. —You, my love. You, who are my boy. I couldn't sleep thinking about what we did yesterday, here in your room, then in the bathtub. I couldn't sleep thinking about how much I enjoyed what we did, and how much I desire to do it again. —What? No! The towel and my underwear tremble in my hands. Mom bites her lower lip and her expression is so horny it kills me. She says to me, seductively: —Mom touched herself all night thinking about the cock of her own son, do you know? —Mom... please... I can't give in to her charms. I won't! But she's really good. So beautiful, very beautiful! —Mom was very wet all night, thinking about how much she wants the cock of her baby to sink into her once more, so that it beats her vaginal fluids very hard, until it makes her have many orgasms. —Mom, it's been enough! My towel falls to the floor, along with my underwear. My chest is pounding strongly, and Mom doesn't stop rubbing my penis. —Mom wants the cock of her son inside her hot slit, love... —she whispers. And I see how her breasts vibrate. —I'm not going to fall this time, Mother, I won't do it! She teaches me her wet tongue and passes it over the contour of her lips. —Do you believe me, my love, that there's nothing between Nacho and me? —Mom... no...! She squeezes my bulge tighter and presses herself against me. Her nipples are already rubbing against my shirt, and her tongue snakes around my lips. It smells like a horny mother, a woman Seductress, bad woman. —Do you want to screw me right now, my boy, here in your room? Do you want to make love to Mom while Dad and your sister sleep in their rooms? —Huuuum! —Feel me, my boy... touch my moisture between my legs, I'm very hot. Mom is burning inside... Mom wants her baby to penetrate her... but first she wants him to kiss and suck her vaginal lips, do we make love, my pretty boy? —Mami... no...! I can't take it anymore, I'm trembling quite strongly. My fallopian tube palpates and wants to burst. —Do you want me to suck it, love?, Do you want Mom to suck her baby's penis? I close my eyes, shivering, hot, and see my mother getting down on her knees, opening my pants, slowly pulling out my erect cock, and her blue eyes sparkling with lust, looking at me while she opens her mouth, takes out her wet tongue, and puts it on my sensitive glans, which jumps at its contact. —Before I breastfed you with my cum, my baby —she reminds me with a seductive smile—. And today... it will be the son who breastfeeds his mother... —¡Hooooh... mami... no...! I see her plump lips approaching my penis, which is dripping with heat. —Yes, my love... —she says, while my views are unbeatable, since her breasts look much bigger having her on her knees between my legs—, I'm going to get all your cum out of you, son, and I'll eat it. ¡Joder! My Instagram

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