My dear mother's depression

Sleeping with his Widow Mother to Console Her A 18-year-old boy starts sleeping with his widow mother to console her and ends up getting her pregnant... Just after turning 18, my life suffered a radical change... I was the only child of a marriage between freelance IT engineers (Two telecommunications engineers) who had set up their business at home... As you can imagine, in that environment, I was a whiz kid of IT and collaborated with my parents on their projects, equal to equal, we were three experts in telecommunications, hackers working for several multinational companies in the sector... Exactly that year, I had started studying at university... See if you can guess it... Ha ha Well, the thing is that we were a very united family, since we spent practically all our time together, with an economic situation without worries... Happy... But everything changed suddenly... My father suffered a sudden acute myocardial infarction and died suddenly at 45... The world came crashing down on my mother and me... Both my father and mother were also only children and their respective parents had died, so we didn't have any direct relatives... We were alone in the world... But we had each other, we loved each other crazy, we were strong and would get through it... My mother, logically, took the blow even harder than I did, besides being very sensitive and spent two days after my father's death like a soul in pain, with me as her only handkerchief... I didn't leave her side for a moment, consoling her and giving her courage... When we got home after the funeral, both of us were destroyed, had been awake for more than 24 hours and practically hadn't eaten... My mother collapsed on the sofa and I went to the kitchen... Prepared some sandwiches and fruit slices and we ate them... My mother didn't want to eat, but I forced her and she ended up eating it all... We rested a bit and my mother said she was going to bed... She got up and almost It fell, I was dizzy... The strap and accompanied her to her bedroom... There, the absence of my father became more patent... Oh God, what loneliness!... She exclaimed between sobs, sitting on the bed... I sat down beside her, hugged her and filled her tear-stained face with kisses saying... Mom, you're not alone, I have you and I won't leave you alone ever... Between crying she hugged me... Thanks my life... Now I know I have you thanks to God... She helped me take off her clothes, she was like absent... When she stayed in her underwear and bra I asked what she wanted to put on... She told me to get a white XXL t-shirt from the closet... I went to the closet for it and when I came back, she had taken off her bra and was with her breasts exposed and lost gaze... Evidently the moment wasn't erotic at all, but I was the first time I saw my mother with only her underwear on and that image unconsciously stuck in my brain... Her naked body and especially her perfect breasts...The shirt I handed her and she put it on like an automaton, putting it over her head and staying that way with it... Seeing the situation, I helped her get one arm in, then she got the other in and stayed that way again with her arms down, her gaze lost and the shirt rolled up over her breasts which was what was preventing her from falling down... That image also captured my brain because it was really impactful... I grabbed the edge of the shirt and pulled it down, finally covering her torso... I helped her get into bed, got under the covers, sat on the edge, gave her a kiss on the face and said... Rest, mom.. She, as if waking up from a dream, looked at me, grabbed my arm and said... Don't go, don't leave me alone, please... Okay, mom, don't worry, I'll stay with you... It was clear that I couldn't leave her alone in that state, so I started taking off my clothes to spend the night with my anguished mother... I did it automatically, like I always do when I go to sleep... I took everything off and stayed in boxers, which is how we all sleep at home because our house is air-conditioned and we all sleep lightly dressed)... But suddenly I became aware that I wasn't going to sleep alone and staying in boxers didn't seem appropriate for sleeping with my mother... My mother, half-asleep, was watching me, waiting for me to finish and get into bed... Placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, I said... Mom, I'll be right back to put something on and then I'll come back... My mother, who knew perfectly well that I always sleep in boxers, said... Why are you going to put something on if you always sleep like this? Man, mom, but it's just that it gives me the creeps sleeping like this with you... Come on, come on, don't say silly things and get into bed, my mother said with her normal motherly tone... And I did, got into bed and turned off the light... See you tomorrow, mom, rest well... My mother turned her body, hugged me, gave me a kiss and said... See you tomorrow. My life and thanks for being so good to me... You know how much I love you and that I'll always be by your side when you need me... the answer is... I know my life... And we fell asleep, defeated by accumulated fatigue... The next day, when I woke up, it was 12 noon and my mother wasn't in bed anymore... I had slept for 15 hours straight... Slowly, I became aware of the situation... My father's death, the funeral, my mother devastated... Me in my mother's bedroom... My mother had just gotten out of the shower and came out of the bathroom with a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head... Good morning, darling, I see you're awake now... Good morning, mom... How are you feeling? I'm fine, darling, I slept very well and the shower cleared my mind... I'm really happy, mom, because last night you had me very worried... Thanks for everything, my love... Now we only have each other and I know you'll always be there for me, just like you were last night, by my side, giving me your support... Of course, mom, I'll always be by your side, so don't worry... I got up and went to take a shower to clear my head, which also needed it... While having breakfast, my mother started taking control of the situation... We would continue with our lives as normally as possible... I would keep going to university and helping her like always... I would talk to our clients and adjust the workload according to the new situation... In a word, my mother had assumed she had to take charge and was going to do it just like she always did things... With maximum efficiency... (My father lovingly called her deliciously practical)... The day passed with all the normality that circumstances allowed... Without any major problem... By night, while having dinner, my mom says to me... Darling, I'd like you to keep sleeping with me for a while, if it's okay with you... I had thought that sleeping with her last night was... a necessary exception given my mood and we would already be sleeping in our own beds tonight, so it's that my mother's proposal caught me completely off guard... My mother seeing my surprised face kept saying to me... Well, dear, I'm fine, but when I go to bed tonight on that enormous empty bed (my parents' bed is 2x2), loneliness will be more pronounced than ever and it will become unbearable for at least a little while... I understood my mother's arguments perfectly, so I responded immediately... Of course, Mom, how could you not? I'm not going to let you feel that loneliness ever... My mother grasped my hands with hers and looking at me with a satisfied face said... Thanks, my son, I knew you'd understand... I accepted the proposal gladly and left it up to her to decide when she felt mentally prepared to sleep alone... And so we started sleeping together normally... Days went by and my mother showed no slightest interest in sleeping alone... Until one day, out of nowhere, as if it were a joke, she said... Look, dear, besides how well you're doing with me, we'll also save ourselves the trouble of making your bed every day and washing the sheets... Ha ha... (As my father used to say, deliciously practicing)... I laughed at the joke... Ha ha... Well, honestly, if Mom, all are advantages and no disadvantages... It was clear..., I had sent the message that sleeping together was indefinite..., I had caught on and responded that there were no problems for me... Topic closed... We would continue sleeping together without a problem... But it wasn't true that there were no disadvantages, because as time went by (several months already), the pain and sorrow from my father's death and husband's death were decreasing and... our respective libidos started showing unmistakable signs of being awakened... I The truth is that I felt a great respect for my mother, but having that piece of body by my side every night started to excite me even though I didn't want it to... Every time we went to bed, I couldn't help but think about those precious breasts under the wide t-shirt she wore to sleep... I hadn't seen them since the first night we slept together, but I felt them every time she fell asleep with her arms around me... Because it seemed like she didn't see any evil, so she would hug me and push her breasts against my chest... Other times when she woke up before me, she started to caress my chest, playing with the hair on it and my nipples..., which got me going like a motor, but for her it was just affection for her child... I tried to contain my excitement, but I didn't always succeed, especially when she hugged me and put her breasts on top of mine and I suppose she must have noticed at some point, but she didn't say anything... Months went by and our trust increased..., we would throw indirect jokes and without realizing it, we would touch each other's most intimate body parts... There came a moment when I had completely let go and decided to do the same with my mother's breast as she did with mine... Caressing her nipples... With the obvious difference of nipples that there was... Jajaja So one day, I woke up before her and caught her sleeping on her back, with her nipples at my disposal, so I put my hand under the t-shirt and started caressing them, first softly, then her nipples... When I grabbed a nipple and massaged it with my fingers, she woke up... I kept going mine, waiting to see what she would say... She looked at me smiling and said... Do you like my breasts?... I replied, as if it were the most normal thing in the world... You have beautiful breasts, Mom, with perfect nipples... stop teasing... She with a smile and satisfied face told me... Thanks, sweetheart, because I have nipples like that because of you... Haha Why my fault?... Of course, you're the one who put them like this by sucking on them for 9 months... You were a glutton... Haha Oh man... Haha... Well do you know something? What's that? That I would love to suck on them again... Haha... She laughed at my joke haha... and to my surprise she said... Well... they're yours and no one else's, so you can use them whenever and however you want... Fuck my mom!... Not only doesn't she scold me, but she encourages me to keep going with my fantasy... I didn't think twice about it... Lift up your shirt and start sucking on those delicious nipples...Ummmmmmm, rich, rich... When I was on it, I could hear my mother moaning and launching pleasureful groans... Do you like Mom? I love my life, keep going, keep going, my love... Ahahahah... Siiii my life... Siiiiiiii... My mother was screaming while she squeezed my head against her breasts... I kept eating it gluttonously that wonderful soft flesh... I think we both came at the same time... Jesus, what a pass... I couldn't believe it... It's not hard to say that from that day on, I ate her breasts every time I felt like it... Buffff... We had such great orgasms because it turned out that my mother's breasts were one of her most sensitive spots... The way my mother looked at things inspired me to keep going in a terrain that initially seemed complicated and full of difficult lines to overcome... Seen what we saw, I lost all my prejudices and decided to keep going to see where my mother considered normal we could get... So one night when we went to bed, I started eating her breasts again and while I was doing it, I lowered my hand down to the elastic of her panties and introduced it inside them... My mother, who was enjoying my tongue on her breasts, said... Do you want to touch my pussy?... I would love it, Mom... She didn't say anything else, got up, took off her panties, and said... It's all yours, my love...God damn my mother!, no red lines or milk... Put my hand between her thighs and started caressing her sex... Bufffff... I was squirting... My mother began to moan with pleasure and my cock got hard like a stick... In a state of maximum excitement and already without red lines in the way, I told my mother... Can I get inside? Her response left me dead... Of course, my life, that's how you knew the way... Haha haha... Mom, you're definitely unique... I put myself between her thighs, she lifted her knees and opened them wide to facilitate access for me... Aimed my cock at the entrance of her sex, pressed my hips and slid inside her soft and warm hole..., the same hole through which, as my mother had reminded me, I came out 18 years ago...My mother let out a cry of pleasure as I felt myself inside her... And she began to have an orgasm... The contractions of her pussy were practically sucking my cock and giving me incredible pleasure... I didn't come at that exact moment because I wasn't sure if my mother was taking precautions and I didn't want to risk getting her pregnant... So, making a great effort, I managed to control my imminent ejaculation... I leaned in close to my mother's ear, which was whimpering and enjoying her orgasm, and asked her... Mom, can I come inside?... Between gasps and with a voice interrupted by breathlessness, she replied... Yes, my life... Thanks, mom..., I'm going to come inside you, I'll flood your insides with my warm cum and I want you to feel it and enjoy it... My penis, which couldn't resist anymore, began to discharge itself inside her wet, soft, and warm habitat... One, two, three, four orgasms...My mother started feeling like I was pouring inside her and she went crazy with pleasure... I had gone all the way in and stayed quiet, so my mother could feel better my discharges... With her eyes open like plates, she was mumbling phrases of approval, surprise, satisfaction, and tenderness... My son was flooding the place where she brought me into the world with his cum... That must be one of the most intensely intense sensations a mother can feel... But one thing is feelings and heart and another are body reactions... My mother was coming at the same time as her son..., her body convulsing, her hands had wrapped around my body and pressed me against her, digging her nails into my back... Siiiiiiii my life... Siiiiii... Oh God... Oh God... I feel your warm cum inside of me... Siiii... Siiii... Give it to me all my life... Flood the entrails of your mother... My mother repeated over and over again while we both had undoubtedly be the most intense orgasm of our lives... When we finished coming, we separated and fell asleep in bed completely exhausted...Once I recovered my composure I asked my mom what birth control method she used... She told me it was the monthly pill... I imagined it, but I asked her before I came because I thought after more than a year since Dad's death you might have stopped taking it... And you had stopped. So I asked her with visible concern... Haha... My mom laughed at my face... Well, I started taking it again last month, because when you sucked my tits I realized we'd started a path with no return and it was only a matter of time before you took the next step... and if you did I had to be prepared, because I was also wanting it, my love...With my age I knew I would need a man before or after, so when I started to see your interest in me as a woman, I had it very clear, that man would be you... If you didn't have any objections because you were my mother, I wouldn't have any either because you were my son... You're of age, you're the man most similar to my husband whom I've always loved, so why look for a man outside when I had the perfect one at home, and besides the man I love most in the world... I wasn't going to force anything on you, but I was willing to give you all the facilities... My mother, 'deliciously' practices pure state...They had barely passed 6 months since my mother and I started our marital relationship when my mother, the deliciously practiced one, began to weigh the pros and cons of getting pregnant... She was going to turn 40 and although, according to her, many women are fertile until they're 50 years old today, if we decided to have a child, the sooner the better... I told her that if she was clear about it, there was no obstacle from my side... And... We got started... My mother took charge... No pill and not just one quickie when we felt like it, we had to fuck at least twice a day until I got pregnant... Hehe said and done... Didn't have to wait long, got pregnant the next month after stopping the pill... Thanks to God, because otherwise I would've died from ejaculations... HeheNine months later we had a precious girl... It was what my mother wanted, a girl and I had achieved it... IT WAS MISSING MORE... haha...