Two
I had really slept badly, I had had several dreams where my parents or more precisely my mother would practically denounce me to the police for rape. So I got up excited and feeling disoriented, I looked at the time on my cell phone right away.
It was barely six in the morning and while reclining my head back onto the pillow, I started thinking about what had happened the night before in my parents' room. It had really happened and I didn't have any excuse to justify getting out of bed and feeling like all my nerves were on edge, so I calmly got up and headed to their room.
Already standing in front of the door, I knocked once without much enthusiasm, while growing more nervous as I listened to a voice from inside the room - come in.
Sighing, I grasped the doorknob and pushed the door open, managing to enter a room that was barely lit at that hour. It was almost winter, so morning light didn't arrive until later.
At first, I didn't want to look directly at my mother, so I tried to avoid eye contact several times. However, my mother, who had turned on her lamp, said in a calm tone - what do you need, dear?
As soon as I heard that word, my soul returned to my body, and knowing she wasn't furious with me, I cautiously approached her and sat down beside her bed, releasing my fear - can I talk to you for a minute?
She put on an expression of affection and gently hit the free part of the bed, indicating that she would come closer. So without hesitation, I settled in where she was telling me to, while sighing and wondering what she was going to say.
She stayed like that for several seconds before apparently finding the right words. I wondered - have you thought about last night at all? You're young and... You could have controlled yourself, I understand that. Without realizing it, I brought my hand to yours and took it with affection, adding - so maybe if we pretend nothing happened, you won't be so nervous in front of me, what do you think? My literal soul returned to my body, so I nodded my head trying to make last night's events not affect our relationship. However, something had already passed because without any nerves I looked at her better and realized that she was only wearing her white silk pajamas, which were quite short. It was almost impossible for me not to admire her wonderful and curved legs.
The same ones stood out at the light that the lamp threw without wanting it, so I felt suddenly sick from having these improper thoughts with my mother's legs. I said to try to escape - do you want me to prepare breakfast? She agreed, yawning and smiling as she added - I'll change while you get everything ready, and I'll go wake up your brothers. Like a bullet, I quickly left her room, telling myself I was crazy for seeing my mother in such a sexual way. I arrived at the kitchen and began preparing breakfast, trying to get the lustful thoughts I had about my mother out of my head. However, they returned when I suddenly saw her appear in the kitchen wearing only her bathrobe, which was slightly longer than her pajamas. This left me with a view of part of her thighs again, and since the robe wasn't closed properly at the front, I also noticed how her breasts were protruding under her clothes due to pregnancy. Swallowing hard, I saw her approach and give me a kiss on the cheek, saying your brothers will be down soon in a very affectionate way. Feeling her so close bothered me quite a bit, but I didn't want to notice that feeling. I asked her as she passed by - did you talk to dad? She sent him some messages that he still hasn't seen, so I suppose he's still sleeping - she replied, taking the coffee pot.and pouring part of his liquid into a cupMy mother told me suddenly - your dad wrote to me, he wants to talk to me and it seems urgent. As I nodded, I saw her turn away and not being able to stop seeing her butt stuffed into leggings that did her justice, she disappeared into the room she usually uses for exercising. She stayed there for several minutes and only when she came out could I see the worried face she was carrying. When I saw it, I couldn't help but ask - what's going on mom? To which she replied without erasing the expression of worry she had, your father has no return date - she said. To which I quickly replied - I thought he would get a special permit so he could come back. That was the plan - indicated - but it seems the quarantine where he is is quite tough and he can only return if he gets a swab test. And why doesn't he do that? - I added curiously, to which she replied - they only do it for people with symptoms and he seems quite healthy, apparently. I remained silent in silence while noting how she was bringing one of her hands to her insipid belly and giving herself a small massage, noticing suddenly how she looked at me. Feeling uncomfortable, I tried to change the air around us and leaving the room, she told me before disappearing into her bedroom - I'll go rest for a bit. Swallowing the knot that had formed in my throat, I reproached myself for not being able to stop admiring her and knowing I shouldn't do it, I found it impossible not to do so. I had locked myself up all afternoon trying not to think about my mother, wanted to distract myself with various things. For example, trying to pass the difficult level of a video game I had pending or sending some messages to my friends asking how they were doing under quarantine. Even put on several crazy videos on YouTube that didn't have any logic, and with all this made enough time until it got dark. To which grabbing a bit of hunger me I lifted to go to the kitchen, but when I was passing through the room, I saw that the door was slightly open. Feeling something curious, I looked through the opening and it was a big surprise when I saw my mother unwrapping herself from a towel that covered almost her entire body, leaving her completely naked in front of me. Without any clothes on, I could recreate myself by looking at her fabulous body, which not only had two voluptuous breasts but also accompanied them with a voluminous backside that, having been a mother twice, was more appealing and firm.
Now I knew that those gym hours hadn't been in vain, as I was finishing up complementing her beauty. Her wide thighs and stomach, which despite being swollen due to her pregnancy, only accentuated her beauty.
Seeing her that way made my penis react, as it stopped almost immediately. However, knowing it would be a very bad idea for her to catch me staring at her like an authentic pervert, I went to the kitchen with my erect penis sticking out of my pants.
I tried to calm down a bit in there, but had little success. My anxiety increased when my mother appeared in the kitchen minutes later, wearing gym clothes that accentuated her figure.
When she saw me there, she asked with some curiosity - Are you okay, sweetie? I wanted to tell her no, that I wasn't doing well and that her presence was only making my problem worse. But knowing I couldn't say anything like that, I settled for saying - I'm a bit hungry and came to the kitchen to see if I could eat something.
As soon as she got close to me, I could feel her perfume invading my nasal fossae, which I loved terribly. But while she was walking away from me towards the kitchen, she added - Don't fill your stomach, dinner will be ready soon.
I nodded and escaped quickly from there, knowing that thanks to the quarantine, I couldn't escape my own house. I locked myself in my room trying to erase the lustful thoughts I had about her.
An hour later, she called me to come eat with them, and swallowing the knot in my chest, I got up trying not to let myself be carried away by the new attraction I felt for my mother. I released the air I was holding in my lungs with force. Already at the table, I saw that both my brothers and she were eating, so I sat down next to my brother. I tried to focus on my meal without making any contact with who had recently become the muse of my sexual desires.
At first, it was uncomfortable for me since no one was saying a word. Some, notwithstanding this one broke when my brother asked out of nowhere - when will dad be back? My mother answered that for now that was it, and not wanting to hear more I ended my dinner quickly and got up. I left before leaving by escaping - I'll be in my room. Luckily the night was being quite calm and when I thought it would stay that way, almost midnight someone knocked on my door. Not knowing who it was, I went to see, but I took a terrible surprise when I saw it was my mother who, seeing me, said before I could speak - do you want to help me, at least this night more with my problem? It showed by her expression that the pains she had were really affecting her, so I doubted. All I could say was - let's go to your room. Just as she turned around I noticed her massive ass moving hypnotically from one side to the other without being affected by gravity. As I saw it I just wanted to touch it.
Containing myself as best I could, I managed to reach her room and closing the door behind me, I saw her immediately recline onto her back on her bed with her face down and tell me with a certain desperation - you can start whenever you want, because these pains are killing me.
With my nerves on edge and my penis still erect, I approached her beautiful body, trying not to notice my erection, and got into position while faking calmness as I placed my trembling hands on her body.
The massage began at her lumbar region and continued with force up the rest of her back, until it reached her shoulders, which I massaged with considerable force. As she noticed this, she quickly threw out authentic cries of pleasure, accompanied by encouraging phrases such as - if that's love, do it with force, you have truly magical hands.
Leaving myself to be guided, I followed her request but with a deviation, as I slowly got up and positioned myself behind her, placing my legs on either side of her body and gently resting my pelvis against hers. I made sure she noticed the erection I was carrying.
Startled, she immediately lifted her head, but not letting her speak, I continued giving her the massage she so desired while starting to move my pelvis slowly. The rhythm was gentle, but the small thrusts I gave were so pleasurable that my penis reached its maximum in a few seconds.
As the previous night, I gradually stopped focusing on my objective of giving her the calm she needed and started concentrating on my own pleasure, which increased as I became aware that my mother began throwing out some moans as my thrusts became deeper.
Not containing myself, I placed my hands on the hollow formed by her waist and giving her deeper thrusts, moved my pelvis as if I were really screwing her. Blinded by my lust and feeling the softness of my mother's buttocks in the rubbing, I lost control and taking them with force gave a few more thrusts before feeling my sperm run through my penis and being expelled directly towards the fabric forming my underwear.
The ecstasy lasted only for a few seconds, but it was guilt and fear that invaded me if anything. Not wanting to see my mother, I got out of there running away and arriving again at my refuge, I locked myself in knowing this time I had messed up and done it big.
I had really slept badly, I had had several dreams where my parents or more precisely my mother would practically denounce me to the police for rape. So I got up excited and feeling disoriented, I looked at the time on my cell phone right away.It was barely six in the morning and while reclining my head back onto the pillow, I started thinking about what had happened the night before in my parents' room. It had really happened and I didn't have any excuse to justify getting out of bed and feeling like all my nerves were on edge, so I calmly got up and headed to their room.
Already standing in front of the door, I knocked once without much enthusiasm, while growing more nervous as I listened to a voice from inside the room - come in.
Sighing, I grasped the doorknob and pushed the door open, managing to enter a room that was barely lit at that hour. It was almost winter, so morning light didn't arrive until later.
At first, I didn't want to look directly at my mother, so I tried to avoid eye contact several times. However, my mother, who had turned on her lamp, said in a calm tone - what do you need, dear?
As soon as I heard that word, my soul returned to my body, and knowing she wasn't furious with me, I cautiously approached her and sat down beside her bed, releasing my fear - can I talk to you for a minute?
She put on an expression of affection and gently hit the free part of the bed, indicating that she would come closer. So without hesitation, I settled in where she was telling me to, while sighing and wondering what she was going to say.
She stayed like that for several seconds before apparently finding the right words. I wondered - have you thought about last night at all? You're young and... You could have controlled yourself, I understand that. Without realizing it, I brought my hand to yours and took it with affection, adding - so maybe if we pretend nothing happened, you won't be so nervous in front of me, what do you think? My literal soul returned to my body, so I nodded my head trying to make last night's events not affect our relationship. However, something had already passed because without any nerves I looked at her better and realized that she was only wearing her white silk pajamas, which were quite short. It was almost impossible for me not to admire her wonderful and curved legs.
The same ones stood out at the light that the lamp threw without wanting it, so I felt suddenly sick from having these improper thoughts with my mother's legs. I said to try to escape - do you want me to prepare breakfast? She agreed, yawning and smiling as she added - I'll change while you get everything ready, and I'll go wake up your brothers. Like a bullet, I quickly left her room, telling myself I was crazy for seeing my mother in such a sexual way. I arrived at the kitchen and began preparing breakfast, trying to get the lustful thoughts I had about my mother out of my head. However, they returned when I suddenly saw her appear in the kitchen wearing only her bathrobe, which was slightly longer than her pajamas. This left me with a view of part of her thighs again, and since the robe wasn't closed properly at the front, I also noticed how her breasts were protruding under her clothes due to pregnancy. Swallowing hard, I saw her approach and give me a kiss on the cheek, saying your brothers will be down soon in a very affectionate way. Feeling her so close bothered me quite a bit, but I didn't want to notice that feeling. I asked her as she passed by - did you talk to dad? She sent him some messages that he still hasn't seen, so I suppose he's still sleeping - she replied, taking the coffee pot.and pouring part of his liquid into a cupMy mother told me suddenly - your dad wrote to me, he wants to talk to me and it seems urgent. As I nodded, I saw her turn away and not being able to stop seeing her butt stuffed into leggings that did her justice, she disappeared into the room she usually uses for exercising. She stayed there for several minutes and only when she came out could I see the worried face she was carrying. When I saw it, I couldn't help but ask - what's going on mom? To which she replied without erasing the expression of worry she had, your father has no return date - she said. To which I quickly replied - I thought he would get a special permit so he could come back. That was the plan - indicated - but it seems the quarantine where he is is quite tough and he can only return if he gets a swab test. And why doesn't he do that? - I added curiously, to which she replied - they only do it for people with symptoms and he seems quite healthy, apparently. I remained silent in silence while noting how she was bringing one of her hands to her insipid belly and giving herself a small massage, noticing suddenly how she looked at me. Feeling uncomfortable, I tried to change the air around us and leaving the room, she told me before disappearing into her bedroom - I'll go rest for a bit. Swallowing the knot that had formed in my throat, I reproached myself for not being able to stop admiring her and knowing I shouldn't do it, I found it impossible not to do so. I had locked myself up all afternoon trying not to think about my mother, wanted to distract myself with various things. For example, trying to pass the difficult level of a video game I had pending or sending some messages to my friends asking how they were doing under quarantine. Even put on several crazy videos on YouTube that didn't have any logic, and with all this made enough time until it got dark. To which grabbing a bit of hunger me I lifted to go to the kitchen, but when I was passing through the room, I saw that the door was slightly open. Feeling something curious, I looked through the opening and it was a big surprise when I saw my mother unwrapping herself from a towel that covered almost her entire body, leaving her completely naked in front of me. Without any clothes on, I could recreate myself by looking at her fabulous body, which not only had two voluptuous breasts but also accompanied them with a voluminous backside that, having been a mother twice, was more appealing and firm.Now I knew that those gym hours hadn't been in vain, as I was finishing up complementing her beauty. Her wide thighs and stomach, which despite being swollen due to her pregnancy, only accentuated her beauty.Seeing her that way made my penis react, as it stopped almost immediately. However, knowing it would be a very bad idea for her to catch me staring at her like an authentic pervert, I went to the kitchen with my erect penis sticking out of my pants.
I tried to calm down a bit in there, but had little success. My anxiety increased when my mother appeared in the kitchen minutes later, wearing gym clothes that accentuated her figure.
When she saw me there, she asked with some curiosity - Are you okay, sweetie? I wanted to tell her no, that I wasn't doing well and that her presence was only making my problem worse. But knowing I couldn't say anything like that, I settled for saying - I'm a bit hungry and came to the kitchen to see if I could eat something.
As soon as she got close to me, I could feel her perfume invading my nasal fossae, which I loved terribly. But while she was walking away from me towards the kitchen, she added - Don't fill your stomach, dinner will be ready soon.
I nodded and escaped quickly from there, knowing that thanks to the quarantine, I couldn't escape my own house. I locked myself in my room trying to erase the lustful thoughts I had about her.
An hour later, she called me to come eat with them, and swallowing the knot in my chest, I got up trying not to let myself be carried away by the new attraction I felt for my mother. I released the air I was holding in my lungs with force. Already at the table, I saw that both my brothers and she were eating, so I sat down next to my brother. I tried to focus on my meal without making any contact with who had recently become the muse of my sexual desires.
At first, it was uncomfortable for me since no one was saying a word. Some, notwithstanding this one broke when my brother asked out of nowhere - when will dad be back? My mother answered that for now that was it, and not wanting to hear more I ended my dinner quickly and got up. I left before leaving by escaping - I'll be in my room. Luckily the night was being quite calm and when I thought it would stay that way, almost midnight someone knocked on my door. Not knowing who it was, I went to see, but I took a terrible surprise when I saw it was my mother who, seeing me, said before I could speak - do you want to help me, at least this night more with my problem? It showed by her expression that the pains she had were really affecting her, so I doubted. All I could say was - let's go to your room. Just as she turned around I noticed her massive ass moving hypnotically from one side to the other without being affected by gravity. As I saw it I just wanted to touch it.
Containing myself as best I could, I managed to reach her room and closing the door behind me, I saw her immediately recline onto her back on her bed with her face down and tell me with a certain desperation - you can start whenever you want, because these pains are killing me.With my nerves on edge and my penis still erect, I approached her beautiful body, trying not to notice my erection, and got into position while faking calmness as I placed my trembling hands on her body.
The massage began at her lumbar region and continued with force up the rest of her back, until it reached her shoulders, which I massaged with considerable force. As she noticed this, she quickly threw out authentic cries of pleasure, accompanied by encouraging phrases such as - if that's love, do it with force, you have truly magical hands.
Leaving myself to be guided, I followed her request but with a deviation, as I slowly got up and positioned myself behind her, placing my legs on either side of her body and gently resting my pelvis against hers. I made sure she noticed the erection I was carrying.
Startled, she immediately lifted her head, but not letting her speak, I continued giving her the massage she so desired while starting to move my pelvis slowly. The rhythm was gentle, but the small thrusts I gave were so pleasurable that my penis reached its maximum in a few seconds.
As the previous night, I gradually stopped focusing on my objective of giving her the calm she needed and started concentrating on my own pleasure, which increased as I became aware that my mother began throwing out some moans as my thrusts became deeper.
Not containing myself, I placed my hands on the hollow formed by her waist and giving her deeper thrusts, moved my pelvis as if I were really screwing her. Blinded by my lust and feeling the softness of my mother's buttocks in the rubbing, I lost control and taking them with force gave a few more thrusts before feeling my sperm run through my penis and being expelled directly towards the fabric forming my underwear.The ecstasy lasted only for a few seconds, but it was guilt and fear that invaded me if anything. Not wanting to see my mother, I got out of there running away and arriving again at my refuge, I locked myself in knowing this time I had messed up and done it big.
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