Everything started when my husband died. Suddenly, a call from the Civil Guard put me on alert, they told me he had suffered an accident and was being taken to the hospital, so I very alarmed got a taxi from work and went straight there. When I arrived and asked about my husband, it was then that I received the fatal news: he had arrived with a son alive and had died while being transferred to the operating room. You can imagine the shock we both suffered, including my son. Never are you prepared for such a notice, that changes your life.
We were a normal couple, with a son who recently entered university to study architecture. Something neither my husband nor I could do in our time, as I became pregnant with him very young while still dating. Both of us worked, I was an accountant at a small company and he was a delivery man for a messenger company. Always on the right hour, always under pressure from deliveries, always pushing his van to its limits, until that was his end, a work accident took him away.
From then on, everything changed. At the funeral, relatives came from all over, and for a few days, our house was a flurry of visits. My mother came with us and stayed for a few days while we got through it all. In the end, she returned to her home in Sudaméryummy, as after retiring, she had moved there after meeting an Argentine tourist and marrying him after many years of widowhood.
So, after she left, my son and I were left alone. That day, when we returned from the airport, after dropping off Grandma on the plane that would take her back to Argentina, our house seemed deserted, as if a desolate and oppressive air enveloped it. We had dinner with difficulty, because I insisted we do so, although we spent more time preparing the meager meal, setting and clearing the table, than eating itself.
Then we went to bed, each to their own room, our flat has only two bedrooms, at We couldn't afford to move into a bigger one and over time, since my son Isaac was born, we adapted and stopped thinking about moving to a larger one. After the days that followed the funeral, my mother had been sleeping with me in my marriage bed, so I didn't realize how big it was for a person alone until that night. I thought I'd have to get used to it, even thought about kicking her out and buying an individual one, since I'd be sleeping alone anyway from then on.
The thing is, I barely slept, so I ended up getting up and opening the fridge at home, taking out ice cream and eating it anxiously, having gone from a lack of appetite for dinner to compulsive bulimia.
There I was, in my nightgown when my son appeared at the door in his underwear. He couldn't sleep either, so we ended up both eating freshly made popcorn in the microwave watching late-night TV.
At dawn, we decided to go to bed and when I got to my room, I saw the enormous bed and felt overwhelmed by the idea of sleeping alone. Without thinking, I grabbed Isaac's arm and told him to come sleep with me. He agreed without hesitation, I think both of us were seeking the company that would take us out of our depressing thoughts.
Finally, I was able to fall asleep and in my dreams, I hugged him, not sure if he was conscious that he wasn't my husband, but I was so tired that I turned over and positioned myself next to his back like I used to when my husband was alive. He's very tall, although slender, unlike me who is shorter and slender too, the thing is, I didn't notice until I woke up late in the day.
The thing is, I don't know if it was because of his company or because hugging him gave me security, but that night I could sleep without waking up a hundred times startled by the memory of the fatal call from the Civil Guard. We got up around lunchtime and since I didn't feel like cooking, I took the car. and we went to a burger place in the center. There we ate several hamburgers, this time with a dog's hunger. And after finishing, we took a walk around the shops.
Strangely, my son accompanied me to clothing stores, despite him hating them and almost always going alone to shop. But that day he was very charming with me. Yes, I noticed the looks he gave the salesgirls in the store, you know, all those pretty girls with lots of curves and uniformed. This made me laugh, and it reminded me of the days when I was just a kid. Now it seemed like he was already looking for other games, you understand.
By the way, my Isaac is very handsome, so tall and with his red hair like his father's. He looks like him in that sense. We got married very young and had almost immediate children, as they say from a penalty.
So I'm not really his mother beside him, but almost his older sister since I've only just turned thirty-six.
That day I decided to buy myself a very nice dress, printed with bright colors, since it was spring and that mourning thing wasn't in fashion anymore. In some way, I wanted to feel different, so I put it on and liked it so much that I took it off.
Then we were having ice cream and walking around the park until Isaac was feeding the pigeons like when he was a kid. I think all this did us both a lot of good, as it helped us escape our harsh reality.
It was Sunday, so the next day I would have to go back to work and he to university. That night we went out late, since we also had dinner outside, so when we arrived, we only had to shower and go to bed.
He got in first and then, while he was drying off, I entered to give him clean clothes since he had forgotten them outside. Then I saw him, after getting out of the shower, with his wet hair and half-undone towel, so I furtively saw his member with all its public hair and testicles, so I stayed a bit impressed and thought about how handsome my Isaac had become, with his entire muscular and bearded torso. That was just a simple domestic incident without greater importance. Then I went to the shower while he left to finish drying off and dressing outside. To my surprise when I came out, I found him sleeping again on my bed. So, like the night before, we slept together too. And the truth is that I didn't dislike his company again. The week passed quickly because I worked many hours with a split schedule and he studied just as many, so we only saw each other for dinner, then showered, and afterwards went to bed. What started out as my attempt to avoid the loneliness of my empty bed ended up becoming a habit. Neither of us gave it much importance at that time, after all I think both of us needed our mutual company. We used weekends to take the car and go on some getaways. We started going to national paradores, visiting places and sites we hadn't been to before. — But he told me they didn't earn much money, how could they afford it? — his interlocutor asked him. — It's true, but although it's bad to say it, the truth is that the compensation for my husband's death gave us an economic relief and both my son and I felt oppressed by that flat, the memories of when my husband was there, so we took advantage of the first opportunity to get away. — Of course, it's very normal. — Well, as I was saying, we stayed in hotels sleeping in double rooms and once we went to one with thermal waters and a spa circuit. There, we were relaxing. There weren't many clients that weekend, we didn't understand why, already it was hot and maybe people were looking for beaches more than those places. The thing is that we spent time in all the pools, after which some very monkeys and then we went to the hot tub where we were chatting relaxedly. It was the first time I had tried one and it was a real thrill, feeling the tingling of those bubbles! - exclaimed remembering that pleasant memory with his words.
- Did you like the girls Isaac, they were monkeys, right? - I asked to tease him.
- Oh yes, I definitely think so mom! - exclaimed the enthusiastic one - Especially the blonde who was giving you a massage, she had... enormous ones - he nodded making a gesture with his hands on his chest.
- Yes, they had good Sundays like mine! Eh? - I winked at him in complicity - How about mine! - I added emphasizing my bust with my hands.
- I definitely think so! - exclaimed him smiling.
- What do you think now? - I asked me - That you have them very fat or that you like the girl's ones! - I exclaimed smiling, putting him on edge.
- Eh what she had them very fat! - clarified the flustered one -
- So, mine don't please you? - I insinuated taking my breasts with my hands and bringing them together to emphasize them.
- It's not that mom, you're also very beautiful - he affirmed finally after my trap.
- Thank you dear, you're a sun - I spat back at last satisfied.
The bubbles were very relaxing and made me get a lot of tingles all over, especially at first. Those places are fantastic, getting used to the good stuff costs very little, don't you think? The thing is that I hinted to him that he could take advantage of that moment to relieve himself, since we were alone there.
- How, do it here! - exclaimed with surprise.
- Of course son, where else! - I said smiling at him - Under the water, you won't see me if it's shyness that holds you back.
- But mom, it's not just that, it's that you'd be in front of me! - he scandalized himself.
- Well, but always can close your eyes and concentrate, think you're alone, can't you?
- I don't think I could mom, sincerely - he told me something serious.
- Okay, it was just an idea, man, don't get so serious! - I said trying to relax him.
The truth is that secretly I did take off my swimsuit and I felt those bubbles caressing me in the most intimate part of my being. Since the accident, I hadn't had any kind of sexual reaction, my body simply didn't need it, but in that jacuzzi it was different. The bubbles had this unexpected effect on me, so I got a little turned on and slid my fingers over my sex to give myself pleasure.
Isaac was oblivious to all of that, as it was impossible for him to see me, and I pretended to be asleep to hide it. Even thought about whether he might be masturbating in front of me without me knowing and this excited me even more. I'm not sure if he actually did or not but it was wonderful. I clenched my teeth and tried to stay still while my body moved like a caged lion, twisting and enjoying fantastic and liberating pleasure.
Then we got out of the water, showered, and had dinner in the garden, as the temperature invited us to do so. We drank wine and I think we got drunk. Finally, we took a walk along the hotel, since it had many square meters of illuminated gardens with lamp posts planted on the ground, which gave it a very cozy look.
Isaac, did you relax in the jacuzzi tonight? I hinted at him to see if he would confess.
Oh no, mom, I couldn't do something like that in front of you! my young offspring exclaimed.
Well, if you did, I didn't notice, I exclaimed. You know what? I'm making a lot of pee. I confessed while looking around for a place to relieve myself.
But you're going to do it here, mom, someone from the hotel might see us! he affirmed scandalized.
Well, then you'll keep an eye out so no one sees me? I smiled.
We moved away from the path and next to some bushes I squatted down and did it. He stood with his back turned gallantly looking left and right. When I noticed there were no paper towels in my purse, I asked him if he had any and he looked embarrassed before handing them over to me. One while I was squatting in the darkness. It's true that I was pretty dizzy and maybe that's what made me feel somewhat exhibitionist.
I remember how I looked at him sideways when I got up and cleaned myself with my legs open, I think I barely saw anything of my naked sex in that darkness, but showing myself to him was something morbid.
I ended up finding an unusual and certainly obscene pleasure doing everything in front of my own son.
The funny thing about it all is that later he was the one who had to imitate me by peeing right there. I acted like I was watching but actually I was spying on him. I saw how he extracted his member and concentrated to do so, as if something was wrong and it took him a long time to relieve himself. Then I thought maybe he got excited with the previous situation and, erect, it was hard for him to pee, since my husband knew that when men get excited they can't.
That night I turned around a lot in bed, unable to sleep. I looked at him while he slept and felt the need to touch his chest. Nervous, I did so softly until he threatened to wake up and then stopped, quickly hiding my furtive hand. He was so strong and fibrous, divine youth!
I felt like a promiscuous woman for harassing my own son like that without him knowing it. I even let myself touch his virility, and to my surprise this responded by getting erect with my caresses! I got so nervous that I thought he would wake up and catch me with my fingers on his member, so I quickly withdrew while feeling my heart pounding and my mouth drying up and making it hard for me to swallow.
I went back to masturbating in bed, putting as many fingers as I could into my vagina, extremely lubricated, like when I was very young and did it the first times with my husband. I think I even dared to introduce a finger into my anus, since he sometimes made me do this and it excited me a lot, although I never did it in my masturbation. Turbulent, I began to feel bad for doing something like that with my son sleeping beside me. More so, I felt fatal for getting excited by his own body. So I was unable to continue there, got up and went out onto the balcony. The sea breeze refreshed me, ran between my twisted legs and my moisture at contact with the breeze made me shudder. I kept caressing my vulva right there, absorbed in the starry sky, with a sea of grey, dark, and silent pines moved by the mountain wind. When I came, I had to bend down and grab the railing for fear of falling off it. I shuddered so much that I ended up sitting on the floor while still rubbing and rubbing my sex. It gives me a lot of shame to confess this but the truth is that, when I came, something escaped from me, so I ended up sitting in a puddle of pee. In the climax, it was impossible for me to contain it inside me. Later, guilt returned, I felt fatal, doctor, I felt terribly ashamed for doing something like that, for wanking off after touching Isaac, for consuming that masturbation until the end and because I enjoyed it so much... — It's okay, Leonor, don't beat yourself up over those thoughts. Accept them as past and natural, nature warns us against taboos but also tempts us in favor of them. That's why you manifest such strong contradictory feelings... — intervened her interlocutor. This week, if you like, write me something about what you just told me, some lesson that has remained in your mind since that time, something that has been left engraved. And we'll discuss it next time, okay? — Okay, doctor, I will. See you next week. episode, since it was her first date.
She had been hesitating to attend a psychologist, but given the latest events in her life, she decided to do so and although she felt strange at this moment, the truth is that while the elevator was going down to the portal, she felt a little relieved to be able to count her worries with someone, to confess her darkest memories, even if it was to a stranger.
The next week Leonor arrived punctually to her appointment. In the waiting room only a young secretary girl, dressed in immaculate white, remained behind a computer screen on the desk where she received patients from the doctor.
The girl was very pretty, brunette, with her hair tied up in a ponytail at the back. And very young, with a tiny tip like Leonor remembered of herself at twenty-forty.
Nervous, this time her wait became longer than the previous one, and the crossed glances with the girl, followed by compromising smiles, made her even more nervous. She asked about the service and the young secretary accompanied her to it, strangely leading her there, although it wasn't far, as she had to cross a hallway on the floor where the doctor received his patients.
She passed and turned on the light, smiling at Leonor as she came out and invited her in. Leonor felt a slight modesty, as if that girl was going to stay with her while she used the bathroom. But it wasn't like that, after this she bid her farewell and closed the door. This behavior certainly confused her, being excessively servile, since she was somewhat shy about her things.
Finally the wait ended and she found herself, a week later, in the doctor's consultation room lying on the couch...
How has your week been? Fine? asked the doctor, suggesting an answer to his own question.
Fine, Leonor limited herself to admitting.
Alright, proceed with your story, tell me what you remember and that relates to what torments you now.
It's okay, I think we stayed at that inn on that last... week, on the balcony, good... masturbating after playing with my son... ahem! —cough. Well, we left the hotel and returned to our apartment on Sunday, arriving very late and going to bed. That's how another week of routines began.
One day my son surprised me, as I always had about two hours and a half for lunch since my workday was split. I used to eat and then take time for a good walk. So that day he called me and said he was coming to have lunch with me. I was genuinely surprised, as I didn't expect it at all.
Every afternoon, I would prepare food for both of us and put it in containers in the fridge for the next day, as I didn't like cooking just for myself. So that day he came to my work and we went to a nearby park where we had lunch sitting on the grass. He bought some beers at a bar and we drank them sitting in the sun, like two university students having fun between classes.
I felt very happy about his visit and I think I even hugged and kissed him when we met, and that's saying something for me because I'm not very affectionate. Then he walked with me until it was time to go back to work.
One night, I think it was during those hot days. I remember I was sweating in bed and so was he. So I got out of bed and went to take a shower and he followed me.
When he entered the bathroom, I was already in the shower and with the sound of the water I didn't notice, so when I saw him between the plastic curtains, I jumped. Besides the modesty it gave me, as I was naked at that moment and probably he would see me when he came in.
He came in wearing underwear and told me he was dying of heat, wanted to shower too when I finished. So I hurried up to finish and asked him to bring me a towel. Making sure to close the curtains well, I reached out with my hand halfway between them and handed it to me. I dried off in the bathtub and came out with it wrapped around my body.
Impatiently he entered without closing Completely the curtains came down and he took off his boxers to start showering and threw them on the bathroom floor. I couldn't help but sneak a peek, I focused on his butt, defined back, and guessed his intimate parts hanging between his muscular legs. The truth is that I liked seeing his body, so young and strong!
I went out to put on a clean nightgown and some fresh panties and came back to wait for him. I also took the opportunity to bring him a clean change of clothes when he was done, and then invited him to go to the balcony to sit for a bit since it was breezy there and we would be better off than in bed.
He got out of the shower with his torso bare, still dripping with water, his hair tangled and wet, I kept looking at him and he smiled. Then I pretended to turn around so he could put on his boxers, but I continued to sneak a peek with the corner of my eye. I saw how he put them on while subtly opening the towel to slide them up. That's when his penis appeared, flaccid between his thighs, but I liked seeing it that way, it seemed something very sensual and even funny, since I was used to seeing him as a kid, how he had changed!
I had only put on my nightgown, so my breasts were probably visible through the thin and worn-out fabric. My nipples' aureolas and the shape and distribution of my breasts would be truly noticeable under the thin fabric. I got excited thinking that he would look at me like I was looking at him.
We sat down on the balcony. Outside, the city was sleeping and only the chirping of crickets and frogs broke the silence reigning over the intense heat. We also remember hearing a meowing sound from the blocks in front, no doubt some kitten was also refreshing itself on its owners' balcony and maybe heard us going out to the cool air like it did. It was really much better outside than inside.
Suddenly we heard a thunderclap, and a flash far away on the horizon. A storm had formed after the intense heat of the day and seemed to be approaching. minino also surprised me and with a desperate mewling fled through the open window, taking shelter in my home. I thought the rain would refresh everything but there was a chance it might pass by, so the heat would be joined by stifling humidity.
— Mom, you don't have a fever with all that clothing —my Isaac said to me.
— Well, yes, but this nightgown is the freshest one I have —I confessed to him.
— It looks light, and it's transparent as hell! —he confessed in a sly tone, looking like he had put on boots in the bathroom— Do you want to take it off? I don't mind, really?
— Of course, pill? But maybe I would too, haven't you thought about that? —I replied burlingly.
— No way, that depends on you —he laughed—. Anyway, in the darkness of the balcony, you wouldn't be able to see anything.
So, in a sudden outburst, I took it off and sat down in front of him on our plastic chairs.
— Better, right? —he asked me.
— Ugh, yes! What a pleasure to feel the air refreshing me! —I exclaimed smiling.
— Hey mom, do you remember last week at the inn?
— Yes, of course —I affirmed with a sigh.
— Well, I confess that in the hot tub I masturbated! —he declared boldly.
— Seriously? —I asked, showing my incredulity.
— Yes! —he asserted firmly—, I couldn't help it, I saw you with your eyes closed and did it! I came among the bubbles! —he boasted.
— What a scoundrel you are, I told you so! It was good, wasn't it?
— Oh yes, it was fantastic!
— And if I told you that your mother also relieved herself under the water while her eyes were closed?
— How, you too? —he wondered. Now it was my turn to laugh burlingly and he, surprised.
— What did you want, son, it was so good there that it was inevitable!
Isaac got up and leaned out the window, right in front of me. I saw his torso and bum so close that I almost wanted to give him a slap.
— Would you dare lean out the window now? —he teased me in an ironic tone.
— If I were alone, I would do it without thinking, but... With you looking, obviously not -- I replied.
It's the same thing you said to me in the hot tub, I can always look away -- he smiled.
Okay, I'll do it, but you have to get behind me, that way you won't see and I'll show you I'm capable of doing it.
Alright, good idea -- he admitted.
Then I did it, I put my breasts out the balcony, leaning on the railing and these on my arms.
Hey mom, now if someone walks by the street and sees your tits sticking out there, they might even enjoy the night -- Isaac mocked.
Your mother has a great pair of tits! -- I exclaimed.
Your mother is definitely well-endowed in that aspect...
Then everything was very fast, he stuck to my ass, with his boxers and hands grasping me from behind, effectively holding my breasts with his long-fingered hands, pressing them against my chest and his pelvis against my butt.
Oh mom, you have precious breasts! While they were giving you a massage at the hotel, I'd see you lying down and imagine touching them like this -- Isaac exclaimed while he was rubbing them.
I even felt his cock... good, his penis -- corrected Leonor, blushing -- hard against my butt. At that moment, I imagined turning around and sucking it, sucking my own son's cock, but then the idea made me feel repelled. I turned around and got out of his embrace.
But what are you doing Isaac! You're my son! -- I cried out, showing myself angry and pushed him away from me with a shove.
If mom, I know, but we're so alone and so... that's why I thought maybe we could -- he said.
Could what? Don't even think it, you hear me! -- I warned severely.
The thing is that now we're facing each other and my breasts are well visible, he wasn't stopping looking at them and I knew it.
Then he tried to grab them but I pushed his hands away with mine, he got annoyed and pushed me and I fell onto the chair behind me, surprised. Immediately he knelt down in front of me, spreading my legs and biting my panties and thus my sex. I felt shivers when I saw him doing this, I doubted... milliseconds of a second, between letting him eat me and pushing him away and throwing him to the floor. I did this last one, but by then his tongue had already pierced my slit, since he had previously pulled down my pants to the side. I pushed him with all my might and he fell on his ass on the floor of the terraza. -- Isaac! -- I shouted in a low voice -- You've gone crazy, don't keep going! -- I spat at him, pointing at him with my finger. Then he hugged me and began to suck my breasts anxiously. I struggled with him and for a few instants doubted the force to use in the fight, since he was physically very superior to me. So I decided to stop it dead and let out a big slap. When doing so, he stepped back putting his hand on his cheek with an expression of pain, really I hit him hard enough. At that moment, I felt sorry inside, but I had to stay firm! -- Stop it Isaac, you'll never sleep with me again, never! You've ruined everything! Do you hear? -- then a succession of thunderstorms rumbled all around, the sound bounced off each building and this reached us with multiple echoes. I didn't stop shouting at him, threatening him, until his hand was launched with fury at my face, he returned the slap and with interest. I fell to the floor and leaned on both hands not to hit against him. Then Isaac took advantage of it to grab me by the waist and as I was, pull down my pants and discover my bare ass. I struggled to separate from him, but as I said before, he was stronger and managed to get his cock all the way in, violently provoking a cry of pain in me, silenced by the thunderstorms that returned their fury to the four winds. Held tightly by him, I felt like he frenetically screwed me, and desperate I got up and launched my elbow with unusual fury against his side and a new slap against his face. He rolled over hurt, with unusual fury, but then I threatened to hit him again, so he stayed still and I did too. A flash illuminated us, then I I saw her naked and him too. I deeply regretted seeing myself in that situation and fell to my knees, crying bitterly while he remained in front of me. A lightning illuminated his face and then I saw that he was also crying, I got up and wanted to hug him but now it was he who pushed away from my hug and ran off. I followed him in the dark through the house and when I saw him heading towards the door I was alarmed. I ran after him and when I saw him disappearing upstairs my heart accelerated. I thought of getting something on, as I felt naked, but my alarm could more and I went after him like my mother brought me into this world. I heard the creaking of the lock to the roof and when I got out I had lost sight of him. Very nervous, like a madwoman, I searched for him and then a lightning illuminated everything as if it were day. After him multiple thunderbolts descended and in the clarity I discovered where he was - Leonor began to cry uncontrollably. He had climbed onto a wall on the street side, I screamed like a madwoman: 'No Isaac!' And went after him. Then it seemed as if the sky was falling on us, a thick curtain of water covered us, it was falling with tremendous force, with droplets that almost hurt my skin. I clung to his knees screaming at him to come down! But he refused to do so. He looked at the city, he was like someone possessed, barely paying attention to me despite my tugs on his hands from below. But he pushed away from my fingers, again and again they slipped out of his and he kept standing there, a step away from the void. I looked at him and I cried desperately, then looked at the void and it was then that I lost my nerves. After a lightning flash I saw his penis shining wet from the rain. I grabbed it and swallowed it! I started sucking it! It wasn't erect but almost immediately its erection reached my throat. What could I do, he was up there trying to rape me and now I only thought about giving him what he wanted, about doing whatever it took to make him come down from there! I sucked him with all my strength, I clung to his ass, sucked his balls and kept going until I saw him looking at me and trying to get away! Then I grabbed my tits and put them in his hands, grabbed him by the head and pushed it into them, felt like he was licking me, like he was sucking the water that was running through them. — This is what you want! This is! — I screamed, separating from him and then hitting him again with all my strength. — Very well, then screw me! Come on, screw me! — I spat in his face, enraged. I turned around, put my bare ass in front of him and gave myself furious slaps on the cheeks. No stop shouting obscenities while I hit my ass and showed him my pussy obscenely, inciting him, urging him to fulfill his desires. It didn't stop raining, thunder and lightning continued to illuminate us on that balcony, drowning out my desperate screams. Then Isaac reacted. He grabbed me with great force around the waist and pushed me against the wall facing the street. I felt his cock probing in my ass until it found its way into my interior and with a fierce thrust he penetrated me again. My pussy opened up and accommodated him as best it could, this time I didn't feel pain when I was penetrated, I felt desperation while he was screwing me with tremendous thrusts! I clenched my teeth and held on! He didn't take long to come inside me, his last attacks were so energetic that they made me hit the wall. Then he stopped, stayed embracing me, with his cock still inside, it was as if all his anger had suddenly subsided. I remained quiet, and then I became aware that I was crying profusely, although my tears mixed with the rain. I felt his cock moving in my pussy again, now he was enjoying himself in me, the pig kept doing it for a few more seconds until he suddenly withdrew. And before I could turn around, he ran off again, but this time I didn't chase him. I remained there, fell back down to the floor of the balcony and I kept crying bitterly. The rain didn't stop falling on my naked body, and I ended up shivering with cold since the atmosphere had already cooled down due to the storm.
Finally, gathering what little strength was left in me, I got up and walked to the door that led downstairs to the block. The stairs were slippery because it had remained open while raining torrentially.
I went down naked through the corridors, with the faint light of the emergency lights illuminating everything weakly.
As I entered and closed everything, it was silent, and I thought my son might not be there but my feminine instinct told me he was. I went to the bathroom and without turning on the light, I dried my hair. I didn't want to look at myself in the mirror, I felt terrible, and to make matters worse, I started noticing how some semen residue from my son's ejaculation was falling off my sex!
I sat down on the bidet and washed up, nothing mattered anymore, I had passed everything. I had let myself get raped by my son! But I did it to save him. But that didn't matter to me, if by doing so I had managed to save him and prevent him from throwing himself off the balcony!
We were a normal couple, with a son who recently entered university to study architecture. Something neither my husband nor I could do in our time, as I became pregnant with him very young while still dating. Both of us worked, I was an accountant at a small company and he was a delivery man for a messenger company. Always on the right hour, always under pressure from deliveries, always pushing his van to its limits, until that was his end, a work accident took him away.
From then on, everything changed. At the funeral, relatives came from all over, and for a few days, our house was a flurry of visits. My mother came with us and stayed for a few days while we got through it all. In the end, she returned to her home in Sudaméryummy, as after retiring, she had moved there after meeting an Argentine tourist and marrying him after many years of widowhood.
So, after she left, my son and I were left alone. That day, when we returned from the airport, after dropping off Grandma on the plane that would take her back to Argentina, our house seemed deserted, as if a desolate and oppressive air enveloped it. We had dinner with difficulty, because I insisted we do so, although we spent more time preparing the meager meal, setting and clearing the table, than eating itself.
Then we went to bed, each to their own room, our flat has only two bedrooms, at We couldn't afford to move into a bigger one and over time, since my son Isaac was born, we adapted and stopped thinking about moving to a larger one. After the days that followed the funeral, my mother had been sleeping with me in my marriage bed, so I didn't realize how big it was for a person alone until that night. I thought I'd have to get used to it, even thought about kicking her out and buying an individual one, since I'd be sleeping alone anyway from then on.
The thing is, I barely slept, so I ended up getting up and opening the fridge at home, taking out ice cream and eating it anxiously, having gone from a lack of appetite for dinner to compulsive bulimia.
There I was, in my nightgown when my son appeared at the door in his underwear. He couldn't sleep either, so we ended up both eating freshly made popcorn in the microwave watching late-night TV.
At dawn, we decided to go to bed and when I got to my room, I saw the enormous bed and felt overwhelmed by the idea of sleeping alone. Without thinking, I grabbed Isaac's arm and told him to come sleep with me. He agreed without hesitation, I think both of us were seeking the company that would take us out of our depressing thoughts.
Finally, I was able to fall asleep and in my dreams, I hugged him, not sure if he was conscious that he wasn't my husband, but I was so tired that I turned over and positioned myself next to his back like I used to when my husband was alive. He's very tall, although slender, unlike me who is shorter and slender too, the thing is, I didn't notice until I woke up late in the day.
The thing is, I don't know if it was because of his company or because hugging him gave me security, but that night I could sleep without waking up a hundred times startled by the memory of the fatal call from the Civil Guard. We got up around lunchtime and since I didn't feel like cooking, I took the car. and we went to a burger place in the center. There we ate several hamburgers, this time with a dog's hunger. And after finishing, we took a walk around the shops.
Strangely, my son accompanied me to clothing stores, despite him hating them and almost always going alone to shop. But that day he was very charming with me. Yes, I noticed the looks he gave the salesgirls in the store, you know, all those pretty girls with lots of curves and uniformed. This made me laugh, and it reminded me of the days when I was just a kid. Now it seemed like he was already looking for other games, you understand.
By the way, my Isaac is very handsome, so tall and with his red hair like his father's. He looks like him in that sense. We got married very young and had almost immediate children, as they say from a penalty.
So I'm not really his mother beside him, but almost his older sister since I've only just turned thirty-six.
That day I decided to buy myself a very nice dress, printed with bright colors, since it was spring and that mourning thing wasn't in fashion anymore. In some way, I wanted to feel different, so I put it on and liked it so much that I took it off.
Then we were having ice cream and walking around the park until Isaac was feeding the pigeons like when he was a kid. I think all this did us both a lot of good, as it helped us escape our harsh reality.
It was Sunday, so the next day I would have to go back to work and he to university. That night we went out late, since we also had dinner outside, so when we arrived, we only had to shower and go to bed.
He got in first and then, while he was drying off, I entered to give him clean clothes since he had forgotten them outside. Then I saw him, after getting out of the shower, with his wet hair and half-undone towel, so I furtively saw his member with all its public hair and testicles, so I stayed a bit impressed and thought about how handsome my Isaac had become, with his entire muscular and bearded torso. That was just a simple domestic incident without greater importance. Then I went to the shower while he left to finish drying off and dressing outside. To my surprise when I came out, I found him sleeping again on my bed. So, like the night before, we slept together too. And the truth is that I didn't dislike his company again. The week passed quickly because I worked many hours with a split schedule and he studied just as many, so we only saw each other for dinner, then showered, and afterwards went to bed. What started out as my attempt to avoid the loneliness of my empty bed ended up becoming a habit. Neither of us gave it much importance at that time, after all I think both of us needed our mutual company. We used weekends to take the car and go on some getaways. We started going to national paradores, visiting places and sites we hadn't been to before. — But he told me they didn't earn much money, how could they afford it? — his interlocutor asked him. — It's true, but although it's bad to say it, the truth is that the compensation for my husband's death gave us an economic relief and both my son and I felt oppressed by that flat, the memories of when my husband was there, so we took advantage of the first opportunity to get away. — Of course, it's very normal. — Well, as I was saying, we stayed in hotels sleeping in double rooms and once we went to one with thermal waters and a spa circuit. There, we were relaxing. There weren't many clients that weekend, we didn't understand why, already it was hot and maybe people were looking for beaches more than those places. The thing is that we spent time in all the pools, after which some very monkeys and then we went to the hot tub where we were chatting relaxedly. It was the first time I had tried one and it was a real thrill, feeling the tingling of those bubbles! - exclaimed remembering that pleasant memory with his words.
- Did you like the girls Isaac, they were monkeys, right? - I asked to tease him.
- Oh yes, I definitely think so mom! - exclaimed the enthusiastic one - Especially the blonde who was giving you a massage, she had... enormous ones - he nodded making a gesture with his hands on his chest.
- Yes, they had good Sundays like mine! Eh? - I winked at him in complicity - How about mine! - I added emphasizing my bust with my hands.
- I definitely think so! - exclaimed him smiling.
- What do you think now? - I asked me - That you have them very fat or that you like the girl's ones! - I exclaimed smiling, putting him on edge.
- Eh what she had them very fat! - clarified the flustered one -
- So, mine don't please you? - I insinuated taking my breasts with my hands and bringing them together to emphasize them.
- It's not that mom, you're also very beautiful - he affirmed finally after my trap.
- Thank you dear, you're a sun - I spat back at last satisfied.
The bubbles were very relaxing and made me get a lot of tingles all over, especially at first. Those places are fantastic, getting used to the good stuff costs very little, don't you think? The thing is that I hinted to him that he could take advantage of that moment to relieve himself, since we were alone there.
- How, do it here! - exclaimed with surprise.
- Of course son, where else! - I said smiling at him - Under the water, you won't see me if it's shyness that holds you back.
- But mom, it's not just that, it's that you'd be in front of me! - he scandalized himself.
- Well, but always can close your eyes and concentrate, think you're alone, can't you?
- I don't think I could mom, sincerely - he told me something serious.
- Okay, it was just an idea, man, don't get so serious! - I said trying to relax him.
The truth is that secretly I did take off my swimsuit and I felt those bubbles caressing me in the most intimate part of my being. Since the accident, I hadn't had any kind of sexual reaction, my body simply didn't need it, but in that jacuzzi it was different. The bubbles had this unexpected effect on me, so I got a little turned on and slid my fingers over my sex to give myself pleasure.
Isaac was oblivious to all of that, as it was impossible for him to see me, and I pretended to be asleep to hide it. Even thought about whether he might be masturbating in front of me without me knowing and this excited me even more. I'm not sure if he actually did or not but it was wonderful. I clenched my teeth and tried to stay still while my body moved like a caged lion, twisting and enjoying fantastic and liberating pleasure.
Then we got out of the water, showered, and had dinner in the garden, as the temperature invited us to do so. We drank wine and I think we got drunk. Finally, we took a walk along the hotel, since it had many square meters of illuminated gardens with lamp posts planted on the ground, which gave it a very cozy look.
Isaac, did you relax in the jacuzzi tonight? I hinted at him to see if he would confess.
Oh no, mom, I couldn't do something like that in front of you! my young offspring exclaimed.
Well, if you did, I didn't notice, I exclaimed. You know what? I'm making a lot of pee. I confessed while looking around for a place to relieve myself.
But you're going to do it here, mom, someone from the hotel might see us! he affirmed scandalized.
Well, then you'll keep an eye out so no one sees me? I smiled.
We moved away from the path and next to some bushes I squatted down and did it. He stood with his back turned gallantly looking left and right. When I noticed there were no paper towels in my purse, I asked him if he had any and he looked embarrassed before handing them over to me. One while I was squatting in the darkness. It's true that I was pretty dizzy and maybe that's what made me feel somewhat exhibitionist.
I remember how I looked at him sideways when I got up and cleaned myself with my legs open, I think I barely saw anything of my naked sex in that darkness, but showing myself to him was something morbid.
I ended up finding an unusual and certainly obscene pleasure doing everything in front of my own son.
The funny thing about it all is that later he was the one who had to imitate me by peeing right there. I acted like I was watching but actually I was spying on him. I saw how he extracted his member and concentrated to do so, as if something was wrong and it took him a long time to relieve himself. Then I thought maybe he got excited with the previous situation and, erect, it was hard for him to pee, since my husband knew that when men get excited they can't.
That night I turned around a lot in bed, unable to sleep. I looked at him while he slept and felt the need to touch his chest. Nervous, I did so softly until he threatened to wake up and then stopped, quickly hiding my furtive hand. He was so strong and fibrous, divine youth!
I felt like a promiscuous woman for harassing my own son like that without him knowing it. I even let myself touch his virility, and to my surprise this responded by getting erect with my caresses! I got so nervous that I thought he would wake up and catch me with my fingers on his member, so I quickly withdrew while feeling my heart pounding and my mouth drying up and making it hard for me to swallow.
I went back to masturbating in bed, putting as many fingers as I could into my vagina, extremely lubricated, like when I was very young and did it the first times with my husband. I think I even dared to introduce a finger into my anus, since he sometimes made me do this and it excited me a lot, although I never did it in my masturbation. Turbulent, I began to feel bad for doing something like that with my son sleeping beside me. More so, I felt fatal for getting excited by his own body. So I was unable to continue there, got up and went out onto the balcony. The sea breeze refreshed me, ran between my twisted legs and my moisture at contact with the breeze made me shudder. I kept caressing my vulva right there, absorbed in the starry sky, with a sea of grey, dark, and silent pines moved by the mountain wind. When I came, I had to bend down and grab the railing for fear of falling off it. I shuddered so much that I ended up sitting on the floor while still rubbing and rubbing my sex. It gives me a lot of shame to confess this but the truth is that, when I came, something escaped from me, so I ended up sitting in a puddle of pee. In the climax, it was impossible for me to contain it inside me. Later, guilt returned, I felt fatal, doctor, I felt terribly ashamed for doing something like that, for wanking off after touching Isaac, for consuming that masturbation until the end and because I enjoyed it so much... — It's okay, Leonor, don't beat yourself up over those thoughts. Accept them as past and natural, nature warns us against taboos but also tempts us in favor of them. That's why you manifest such strong contradictory feelings... — intervened her interlocutor. This week, if you like, write me something about what you just told me, some lesson that has remained in your mind since that time, something that has been left engraved. And we'll discuss it next time, okay? — Okay, doctor, I will. See you next week. episode, since it was her first date.
She had been hesitating to attend a psychologist, but given the latest events in her life, she decided to do so and although she felt strange at this moment, the truth is that while the elevator was going down to the portal, she felt a little relieved to be able to count her worries with someone, to confess her darkest memories, even if it was to a stranger.
The next week Leonor arrived punctually to her appointment. In the waiting room only a young secretary girl, dressed in immaculate white, remained behind a computer screen on the desk where she received patients from the doctor.
The girl was very pretty, brunette, with her hair tied up in a ponytail at the back. And very young, with a tiny tip like Leonor remembered of herself at twenty-forty.
Nervous, this time her wait became longer than the previous one, and the crossed glances with the girl, followed by compromising smiles, made her even more nervous. She asked about the service and the young secretary accompanied her to it, strangely leading her there, although it wasn't far, as she had to cross a hallway on the floor where the doctor received his patients.
She passed and turned on the light, smiling at Leonor as she came out and invited her in. Leonor felt a slight modesty, as if that girl was going to stay with her while she used the bathroom. But it wasn't like that, after this she bid her farewell and closed the door. This behavior certainly confused her, being excessively servile, since she was somewhat shy about her things.
Finally the wait ended and she found herself, a week later, in the doctor's consultation room lying on the couch...
How has your week been? Fine? asked the doctor, suggesting an answer to his own question.
Fine, Leonor limited herself to admitting.
Alright, proceed with your story, tell me what you remember and that relates to what torments you now.
It's okay, I think we stayed at that inn on that last... week, on the balcony, good... masturbating after playing with my son... ahem! —cough. Well, we left the hotel and returned to our apartment on Sunday, arriving very late and going to bed. That's how another week of routines began.
One day my son surprised me, as I always had about two hours and a half for lunch since my workday was split. I used to eat and then take time for a good walk. So that day he called me and said he was coming to have lunch with me. I was genuinely surprised, as I didn't expect it at all.
Every afternoon, I would prepare food for both of us and put it in containers in the fridge for the next day, as I didn't like cooking just for myself. So that day he came to my work and we went to a nearby park where we had lunch sitting on the grass. He bought some beers at a bar and we drank them sitting in the sun, like two university students having fun between classes.
I felt very happy about his visit and I think I even hugged and kissed him when we met, and that's saying something for me because I'm not very affectionate. Then he walked with me until it was time to go back to work.
One night, I think it was during those hot days. I remember I was sweating in bed and so was he. So I got out of bed and went to take a shower and he followed me.
When he entered the bathroom, I was already in the shower and with the sound of the water I didn't notice, so when I saw him between the plastic curtains, I jumped. Besides the modesty it gave me, as I was naked at that moment and probably he would see me when he came in.
He came in wearing underwear and told me he was dying of heat, wanted to shower too when I finished. So I hurried up to finish and asked him to bring me a towel. Making sure to close the curtains well, I reached out with my hand halfway between them and handed it to me. I dried off in the bathtub and came out with it wrapped around my body.
Impatiently he entered without closing Completely the curtains came down and he took off his boxers to start showering and threw them on the bathroom floor. I couldn't help but sneak a peek, I focused on his butt, defined back, and guessed his intimate parts hanging between his muscular legs. The truth is that I liked seeing his body, so young and strong!
I went out to put on a clean nightgown and some fresh panties and came back to wait for him. I also took the opportunity to bring him a clean change of clothes when he was done, and then invited him to go to the balcony to sit for a bit since it was breezy there and we would be better off than in bed.
He got out of the shower with his torso bare, still dripping with water, his hair tangled and wet, I kept looking at him and he smiled. Then I pretended to turn around so he could put on his boxers, but I continued to sneak a peek with the corner of my eye. I saw how he put them on while subtly opening the towel to slide them up. That's when his penis appeared, flaccid between his thighs, but I liked seeing it that way, it seemed something very sensual and even funny, since I was used to seeing him as a kid, how he had changed!
I had only put on my nightgown, so my breasts were probably visible through the thin and worn-out fabric. My nipples' aureolas and the shape and distribution of my breasts would be truly noticeable under the thin fabric. I got excited thinking that he would look at me like I was looking at him.
We sat down on the balcony. Outside, the city was sleeping and only the chirping of crickets and frogs broke the silence reigning over the intense heat. We also remember hearing a meowing sound from the blocks in front, no doubt some kitten was also refreshing itself on its owners' balcony and maybe heard us going out to the cool air like it did. It was really much better outside than inside.
Suddenly we heard a thunderclap, and a flash far away on the horizon. A storm had formed after the intense heat of the day and seemed to be approaching. minino also surprised me and with a desperate mewling fled through the open window, taking shelter in my home. I thought the rain would refresh everything but there was a chance it might pass by, so the heat would be joined by stifling humidity.
— Mom, you don't have a fever with all that clothing —my Isaac said to me.
— Well, yes, but this nightgown is the freshest one I have —I confessed to him.
— It looks light, and it's transparent as hell! —he confessed in a sly tone, looking like he had put on boots in the bathroom— Do you want to take it off? I don't mind, really?
— Of course, pill? But maybe I would too, haven't you thought about that? —I replied burlingly.
— No way, that depends on you —he laughed—. Anyway, in the darkness of the balcony, you wouldn't be able to see anything.
So, in a sudden outburst, I took it off and sat down in front of him on our plastic chairs.
— Better, right? —he asked me.
— Ugh, yes! What a pleasure to feel the air refreshing me! —I exclaimed smiling.
— Hey mom, do you remember last week at the inn?
— Yes, of course —I affirmed with a sigh.
— Well, I confess that in the hot tub I masturbated! —he declared boldly.
— Seriously? —I asked, showing my incredulity.
— Yes! —he asserted firmly—, I couldn't help it, I saw you with your eyes closed and did it! I came among the bubbles! —he boasted.
— What a scoundrel you are, I told you so! It was good, wasn't it?
— Oh yes, it was fantastic!
— And if I told you that your mother also relieved herself under the water while her eyes were closed?
— How, you too? —he wondered. Now it was my turn to laugh burlingly and he, surprised.
— What did you want, son, it was so good there that it was inevitable!
Isaac got up and leaned out the window, right in front of me. I saw his torso and bum so close that I almost wanted to give him a slap.
— Would you dare lean out the window now? —he teased me in an ironic tone.
— If I were alone, I would do it without thinking, but... With you looking, obviously not -- I replied.
It's the same thing you said to me in the hot tub, I can always look away -- he smiled.
Okay, I'll do it, but you have to get behind me, that way you won't see and I'll show you I'm capable of doing it.
Alright, good idea -- he admitted.
Then I did it, I put my breasts out the balcony, leaning on the railing and these on my arms.
Hey mom, now if someone walks by the street and sees your tits sticking out there, they might even enjoy the night -- Isaac mocked.
Your mother has a great pair of tits! -- I exclaimed.
Your mother is definitely well-endowed in that aspect...
Then everything was very fast, he stuck to my ass, with his boxers and hands grasping me from behind, effectively holding my breasts with his long-fingered hands, pressing them against my chest and his pelvis against my butt.
Oh mom, you have precious breasts! While they were giving you a massage at the hotel, I'd see you lying down and imagine touching them like this -- Isaac exclaimed while he was rubbing them.
I even felt his cock... good, his penis -- corrected Leonor, blushing -- hard against my butt. At that moment, I imagined turning around and sucking it, sucking my own son's cock, but then the idea made me feel repelled. I turned around and got out of his embrace.
But what are you doing Isaac! You're my son! -- I cried out, showing myself angry and pushed him away from me with a shove.
If mom, I know, but we're so alone and so... that's why I thought maybe we could -- he said.
Could what? Don't even think it, you hear me! -- I warned severely.
The thing is that now we're facing each other and my breasts are well visible, he wasn't stopping looking at them and I knew it.
Then he tried to grab them but I pushed his hands away with mine, he got annoyed and pushed me and I fell onto the chair behind me, surprised. Immediately he knelt down in front of me, spreading my legs and biting my panties and thus my sex. I felt shivers when I saw him doing this, I doubted... milliseconds of a second, between letting him eat me and pushing him away and throwing him to the floor. I did this last one, but by then his tongue had already pierced my slit, since he had previously pulled down my pants to the side. I pushed him with all my might and he fell on his ass on the floor of the terraza. -- Isaac! -- I shouted in a low voice -- You've gone crazy, don't keep going! -- I spat at him, pointing at him with my finger. Then he hugged me and began to suck my breasts anxiously. I struggled with him and for a few instants doubted the force to use in the fight, since he was physically very superior to me. So I decided to stop it dead and let out a big slap. When doing so, he stepped back putting his hand on his cheek with an expression of pain, really I hit him hard enough. At that moment, I felt sorry inside, but I had to stay firm! -- Stop it Isaac, you'll never sleep with me again, never! You've ruined everything! Do you hear? -- then a succession of thunderstorms rumbled all around, the sound bounced off each building and this reached us with multiple echoes. I didn't stop shouting at him, threatening him, until his hand was launched with fury at my face, he returned the slap and with interest. I fell to the floor and leaned on both hands not to hit against him. Then Isaac took advantage of it to grab me by the waist and as I was, pull down my pants and discover my bare ass. I struggled to separate from him, but as I said before, he was stronger and managed to get his cock all the way in, violently provoking a cry of pain in me, silenced by the thunderstorms that returned their fury to the four winds. Held tightly by him, I felt like he frenetically screwed me, and desperate I got up and launched my elbow with unusual fury against his side and a new slap against his face. He rolled over hurt, with unusual fury, but then I threatened to hit him again, so he stayed still and I did too. A flash illuminated us, then I I saw her naked and him too. I deeply regretted seeing myself in that situation and fell to my knees, crying bitterly while he remained in front of me. A lightning illuminated his face and then I saw that he was also crying, I got up and wanted to hug him but now it was he who pushed away from my hug and ran off. I followed him in the dark through the house and when I saw him heading towards the door I was alarmed. I ran after him and when I saw him disappearing upstairs my heart accelerated. I thought of getting something on, as I felt naked, but my alarm could more and I went after him like my mother brought me into this world. I heard the creaking of the lock to the roof and when I got out I had lost sight of him. Very nervous, like a madwoman, I searched for him and then a lightning illuminated everything as if it were day. After him multiple thunderbolts descended and in the clarity I discovered where he was - Leonor began to cry uncontrollably. He had climbed onto a wall on the street side, I screamed like a madwoman: 'No Isaac!' And went after him. Then it seemed as if the sky was falling on us, a thick curtain of water covered us, it was falling with tremendous force, with droplets that almost hurt my skin. I clung to his knees screaming at him to come down! But he refused to do so. He looked at the city, he was like someone possessed, barely paying attention to me despite my tugs on his hands from below. But he pushed away from my fingers, again and again they slipped out of his and he kept standing there, a step away from the void. I looked at him and I cried desperately, then looked at the void and it was then that I lost my nerves. After a lightning flash I saw his penis shining wet from the rain. I grabbed it and swallowed it! I started sucking it! It wasn't erect but almost immediately its erection reached my throat. What could I do, he was up there trying to rape me and now I only thought about giving him what he wanted, about doing whatever it took to make him come down from there! I sucked him with all my strength, I clung to his ass, sucked his balls and kept going until I saw him looking at me and trying to get away! Then I grabbed my tits and put them in his hands, grabbed him by the head and pushed it into them, felt like he was licking me, like he was sucking the water that was running through them. — This is what you want! This is! — I screamed, separating from him and then hitting him again with all my strength. — Very well, then screw me! Come on, screw me! — I spat in his face, enraged. I turned around, put my bare ass in front of him and gave myself furious slaps on the cheeks. No stop shouting obscenities while I hit my ass and showed him my pussy obscenely, inciting him, urging him to fulfill his desires. It didn't stop raining, thunder and lightning continued to illuminate us on that balcony, drowning out my desperate screams. Then Isaac reacted. He grabbed me with great force around the waist and pushed me against the wall facing the street. I felt his cock probing in my ass until it found its way into my interior and with a fierce thrust he penetrated me again. My pussy opened up and accommodated him as best it could, this time I didn't feel pain when I was penetrated, I felt desperation while he was screwing me with tremendous thrusts! I clenched my teeth and held on! He didn't take long to come inside me, his last attacks were so energetic that they made me hit the wall. Then he stopped, stayed embracing me, with his cock still inside, it was as if all his anger had suddenly subsided. I remained quiet, and then I became aware that I was crying profusely, although my tears mixed with the rain. I felt his cock moving in my pussy again, now he was enjoying himself in me, the pig kept doing it for a few more seconds until he suddenly withdrew. And before I could turn around, he ran off again, but this time I didn't chase him. I remained there, fell back down to the floor of the balcony and I kept crying bitterly. The rain didn't stop falling on my naked body, and I ended up shivering with cold since the atmosphere had already cooled down due to the storm.
Finally, gathering what little strength was left in me, I got up and walked to the door that led downstairs to the block. The stairs were slippery because it had remained open while raining torrentially.
I went down naked through the corridors, with the faint light of the emergency lights illuminating everything weakly.
As I entered and closed everything, it was silent, and I thought my son might not be there but my feminine instinct told me he was. I went to the bathroom and without turning on the light, I dried my hair. I didn't want to look at myself in the mirror, I felt terrible, and to make matters worse, I started noticing how some semen residue from my son's ejaculation was falling off my sex!
I sat down on the bidet and washed up, nothing mattered anymore, I had passed everything. I had let myself get raped by my son! But I did it to save him. But that didn't matter to me, if by doing so I had managed to save him and prevent him from throwing himself off the balcony!
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