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Afternoon we're going to the river and we'll take a bath until night falls, then we'll go to the village and have some refreshments and tapas at a bar's outdoor seating area. People stare at us strangely, even some comment that we're at the 'Cepri' cortijo with no discretion. This situation bothers me a bit, especially my mother, who thinks men are looking at her funny, as if I weren't her son. Unbelievably, they think I could be her lover or something.

--I don't think we'll go back to the village much --my mother comments, annoyed.

We end up going to sleep, not too late for tomorrow's early rise. Although my mother asks me to stay with her in bed for a bit before she falls asleep, saying she wants to talk.

--Have you seen how people from the village were looking at us? --she asks, annoyed.

--Yes, I've seen them, they're not very discreet, are they? --I reply.

--They'll think we're lovers and that I'm a pervert or something. --my mother says.

I smile and try to downplay the situation.

--Let them think what they want, we know who we are - mother and son - and nothing more.

--But it's annoying dealing with people like this.

--Of course, it is, it's exhausting being stared at all the time.

We're both in pajamas, and the room is dimly lit, except for the narrow window where the full moon's rays begin to slide in, illuminating the room slightly.

--Do you want to sleep with me? --my mother asks suddenly, as if I don't fully understand what she means.

--What do you mean, mom?

--The bed is big and this room seems fresher than yours, it doesn't bother me. --she says.

--Well, I'm not sure, I toss and turn a lot and might wake you up --I try to refuse her request, as I'd rather have another masturbation session before sleeping, with the heat I'm feeling uncontrolled and needing to satisfy my sexual appetite.

--It won't be that much trouble, stay with me --she insists a bit more.

--Okay, maybe some other day, it's fine mom. --I reply.

My mother seems to understand my refusal and doesn't pressure me further. I don't want to, it would definitely be morbid sleeping with her, as I've already said nature is unleashed in me.

— I understand, you want intimacy — she says when I get up from the bed.

— Another night will be, okay mom — I say giving her a kiss on the cheek.

— Very well, rest and... enjoy yourself — she comments emphasizing enjoy yourself.

I limit myself to smiling, although I'm ashamed that she thinks I'll masturbate, even though it's true. So after the nocturnal relief, I fall asleep until the next morning.

After the routine tasks: breakfast and animals, my mother comments that she wants to paint my room. So we start removing the furniture and taking out things from my bedroom.

To the horror of whoever is writing this, the Private magazine that served me as inspiration last night is left exposed when we remove the mattress.

— But Guille, what do we have here? — my mother comments taking the magazine in her hands before I can react.

— Hey mom, don't...! — I don't know what to say or do — please don't see it, it's personal.

— Well son, I'm not going to scold you for having a porn magazine, I think it's normal, like I've said about many things related to sex. It seems good — she says glancing at it, while I die of embarrassment thinking about the images of cocks, pussies and wild orgasms.

— I'm very ashamed mom, please give it back to me.

My mother gets up from the bed where she had been sitting and finally gives it back to me.

— Okay Guille you can keep it, although I repeat that there's no shame in having something like this and neither should you be ashamed, definitely your friends also have them.

— Well yes, we all have them and sometimes we exchange them when we get tired of them because they're very expensive.

— That's good, you'll save money — she comments sarcastically.

After the scandalous incident, we continue working. I remain silent, as I'm quite ashamed, but as we paint, my trauma starts to pass. My mother respects it, until I hate the silence and it starts talking again.
—Can I ask you something, Guille?
—A question?—I answer, fearing what he wants to talk about.
—Relax, I'm not going to judge you, man! I'll tell you a secret: we also get excited looking at porn in those magazines. Now I understand what you meant when you said you liked with melons.
—I'm serious!—I exclaim, unable to believe it—. You're not saying that just to make me feel guilty.
—No way, I'm serious! I like looking at pictures and it gets me excited, I imagine it's like for you, do you know?
Before my mother's hot affirmation, I'm a bit stunned and don't know what to say, so I just nod with my head.
—Have you seen any porn movies?—she asks, digging deeper into the subject.
—Well, yes, at a friend's house once—I answer, trying to overcome my shyness.
—And what? You'd get really excited, wouldn't you? You'd all masturbate afterwards.
—I'll see, mom, it's just that I'm embarrassed to talk about it with you.
—Okay, son, if you don't want to tell me, I won't be upset or anything. But if you do want to, I'm willing to tell you my secrets too, as long as you tell me yours.
After thinking for a bit in silence, I decide to accept the challenge my mother presents and start telling her about a hot experience I had with my intimate friend that day.
—Well, mom, on the day I saw the movie at my friend's house, we were alone, just him and me, and we watched almost the whole thing.
—And did you all masturbate afterwards?—my mother asks very strangely interested in this subject.
—Yes, while we were watching it, I was very excited, even had been touching myself a little bit because we had the light off. Then my friend proposed that we give each other handjobs. At first I was hesitant but then I accepted.
The thing is that my friend proposed that we show each other our dicks. I was surprised, but it's one of my best friends and I confess that I also had curiosity to see another dick apart from mine.
—And did you show them to each other?—he says she was very scandalized by my words.
Well, the truth is that yes, we wanted to compare them, I suppose to see if we were normal. The case was that we put them on hard and compared them, and more or less they were of the same size and thickness, perhaps a little longer hers, but not much.
—And then what happened?—she asks, interested in more details.
—Well, we sat back down one on each side of the three-piece sofa and started messing around with each other, while looking at each other sideways, the truth is that I felt embarrassed, but couldn't help looking at him and feeling curious about what he would feel if he touched me.
—How exciting! And did you keep going?
—Yes, to be honest, I was surprised that I was thinking about what it would feel like if someone else was touching me and then he asked me why we didn't try doing it with each other, saying that way we would enjoy it more.
—And did you accept?—she says almost jumping with impatience.
I don't know what happened to mom, on the one hand I had doubts and on the other I wanted to experiment. But I felt a lot of shame so I told him no better. Do you think I could be homosexual because I feel tempted to do it?
—Of course not, Guille, that was just curiosity, nothing more! The thrill of having someone else touch your penis and masturbate you.
—And did you keep going or leave it there?—my mom asks, showing interest in seeing how the thing ended.
—Well yes, we kept going until we came and cleaned up with paper towels.—I admit that it was weird, but I liked the experience in the end. Sometimes I think about what would have happened if I had accepted his offer, but we never repeated it, so the thing stayed there.
—So, would you have liked him to do it to you?—she insists again, before my doubts.
—I don't know, I felt a thrill, but also a lot of shame!
—Well, that's normal at your age, you want to experiment. Something similar happened to me with a cousin of mine, he asked me to show him my underwear and then he showed me his and after that... It took me to go down and get them. I already knew what sex was, although I'm not sure if I masturbated at that time. He was older and knew more, the thing is that I accepted, so when he offered for me to touch it, I got scared and he stopped in that moment. Honestly, nothing really happened, but like you, I wonder what would have happened if I had agreed to touch it. Even sometimes I fantasize about the subject and imagine that maybe we would have had some sex, not complete, just mutual touching - my mom explains. —Wow, Mom, you're leaving me speechless! I suppose everyone has stories like this from adolescence. —Yes, Guillermo, as you see, even I've had them - she said laughing. —Hey, and when you masturbate, how do you do it? Do you put your fingers in? —Of course, women do it that way and we caress our clitoris, do you know what it is? —Yes, of course - I said proudly - I know it's like a little button that's on the upper part of the vagina, where the labia minora meet. —Ugh, you almost describe it better than me! So we caress it and also put our fingers in the vagina while doing it. —How exciting, Mom! I haven't been with any girl yet, do you know? - I confessed. —Don't worry, everything will come at its due time - she said stroking my hair. —Better sooner than later - I said in a lament as we laughed.The writerA very sensual work where a bohemian mother will spend vacations with her son and recover something more than lost time with him.