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In my family lately we were going through a bad economic moment because I wasn't working and my husband's salary wasn't enough to cover the house expenses, with two teenage sons and debts that we had accumulated.
Talking about the topic with a friend who is also married, I was surprised when she told me that when she was short on money, she would go to an apartment where there were more women for men to receive and prostitutes. This confession left my mouth open because I didn't expect it at all:
There are many more women than you think who do it. It's decisions that sometimes you have to make if you want to eat and have to leave for fuck, many do it. Sometimes you see many around here that makes you wonder where she'll get the money from that one.
- Yes, that's true. Does your husband know what you're doing?
No. I would feel hurt in my pride. I wouldn't let it happen, but nor is there another solution when you reach the limit, think of your children and family. If others do it without so many scruples, why can't I?
I don't know if I could...
Okay, you could. Do you think it didn't cost me the first time? I was so nervous that I didn't even feel anything when he put it in. He was screwing me for a while until he came and left. He shouldn't have been too happy, haha, but at least he paid me.
In a certain way, I used to do it shortly after getting married, when I worked at that clothing store, but that was different.
- What do you want to say?
The owner was always harassing the youngest ones, threatening to fire them if they didn't screw him.
What a pig the guy is. Many would do it, of course.
Yes, in the end I had to give in too, because at that time we were living on the floor and had a lot to pay. When closing, he told me to stay with him and he screwed me a few times. If my husband found out, he would kill me.
Well, friend, many of us have to go through those things and sometimes for free, so if you do it now, you'll get paid well and you'll be the one deciding.
- You might be right. When are you going to that flat and how do you get the clients?
I take advantage when I go out in the mornings to shop, since my husband works and the kids are at school. They call me because I post ads on the internet and they ring me.
I wouldn't dare go to an apartment like that where you can be seen.
You can receive them at your home too. Many prefer it that way.
Ughh, you're leaving me wondering, I don't know if I should decide.
Yes, woman. Later you'll see it's not that bad. You have fun and make money too. Look, we can do something, in the afternoon you come to my house and take some pictures for the ad and when you see who calls you, you decide.
It's fine. But only to try out, right?
As we had agreed, I went to my friend's house that afternoon and since she was alone we could be more relaxed. She told me I had to get ready so the photos would come out well:
¿How do I prepare myself?
Yes, get pretty. You have to shave your pussy. Some men like it with hair, but most now prefer it bald to suck it well.
I'm telling the truth, I was quite neglected in that aspect. After so many years of boring marriage, during which my husband barely touched me, except for some weekends, since I didn't even bother to be attractive and at 42 years old, I was a bit chubby, although my breasts usually caught the attention of men because they're firm and well-placed.
My friend left me a transparent and very sexy lingerie of hers to take pictures and was indicating the poses I had to put myself in:
Now with your legs open, put a finger opening up the pussy. Now at 4, so that one can see well that ass that's going to get fucked.
Do you want to stick it up my ass too?
Okay, that's what they always ask for, suck it well and the ass makes them crazy.
But that doesn't even leave my husband with me either.
It's going to hurt quite a bit then, so you'll have to open it up.
Oh God, I don't know if I'll regret all of this.
Relax and enjoy this, friend. Okay, now whole body.
Don't take my face away from me, it would be just like they know me around here.
Don't worry about it. Men just want to see the pussy and tits.
I hope my husband doesn't come into these places and see me. It would be fatal for the little money we have to waste it on whores as well.
- I think if your husband sees these photos, he won't even recognize you, haha. You never know with men. I've seen on the floor at someone's place who I thought was going to be with some acquaintance that they were actually prostitutes. But I didn't let him see me, of course.
It's what I'm also afraid of, that I'll have to screw someone my husband knows or friends with.
That's something you'll have to choose for yourself, but I try not to let them know, just in case. Although the thrill of screwing someone you know is also much, but I'd rather not take the risk, because they can get really upset afterwards.
All that photo session had ended up exciting me, imagining how men would look at me and desire me when they saw my naked body. Finally, my friend put up the ads saying: “Old married woman, ham and very hot, initiating due to necessity, I'll do everything, consult prices”.
The next day he told me that several men had called asking for me, surprising me a little that there were so many men willing to pay to have sex with me, since although the photos had turned out very well, I didn't have as beautiful a body as my friend.
After she convinced me, I ended up with someone at my house around 12 noon. My friend told me to put on something sexy for him and I used the same lingerie as in the photos, but just thinking that my husband would come home and see me like this was making me shake all over.
They rang the doorbell and when I opened it, I saw a man of around 50 years old with white hair, but very attractive, so I let him in quickly before any neighbor could see him entering.
I suppose he would have more experience from having gone with other prostitutes, but I was so nervous that I didn't know what to do, despite some instructions my friend had given me.
I sent him straight to my room, with him accompanying me down the hallway, putting his hand on my butt and feeling it, which bothered me a little, but I quickly thought: I'm a slut, I have to let myself be touched.
When he entered the room, this man stayed looking at everything, a bit surprised, because there were several frames with photos of my husband and kids around here, which I hadn't thought to remove, feeling a bit embarrassed as I said:
Ugh, what a bore, screwing you in your marital bed with pictures of your husband...
I hadn't even stopped to think that it could give him excitement, but well, I was going my way, to get it over with as soon as possible, screw like I wanted and pay the half hour we had agreed on.
He started eating my breasts, massaging and fondling them to his liking. Then he undressed until he was completely naked, looking instinctively at his cock which wasn't fully erect yet, but he brought it to my mouth for me to start sucking it.
I felt strange with another man's cock in my mouth, but soon noticed it getting hard and I started to get excited, sucking it with delight that perhaps hadn't happened for a while since I'd done it to my husband, although maybe I also wanted to please my first client especially, bothering myself to do it as well as possible.
He suddenly pulled it out of my mouth a bit abruptly:
Alright already, slut, you're going to make me run. Lie down on the bed, I'm going to eat your pussy.
On the bed with my legs open, he put his head between them and started licking my pussy, making me moan, as I didn't remember the last time my husband had done that to me either, and in the middle of my excitement he said to me again enthusiastically:
How hot you are, how much flow do you have. You're a good slut. Did I make you come yet?
That brusqueness in his movements and vocabulary was causing a strange sensation in me of submission to that man willing to please him in everything he asked for. Without giving me time to say anything, he lay on top of me and quickly put the condom on, then thrust into me without much ceremony, pumping at a strong rhythm, in a way I hadn't experienced in a while, perhaps like the first times my husband screwed me when we were young, provoking my loud moans again, which only made him more excited. After a while, he made me change positions:
Get down on all fours. Your husband's little slut has him at home. I'd be screwing you all day.
When I offered him my ass in that position, he started admiring and caressing it, giving me some slaps:
You've got a small cock. Are you going to let me also give it a fuck?
If you pay me more, yes. But they have never stuck it up my ass.
Has your husband ever asked you for that?
Yes, but I wasn't letting him.
Ha ha, what whores you are the women. There's no problem, it'll be an honor to break you in. I'm not going anywhere from here without giving you all the cum there.
It was noticeable that he had some experience in penetrating booties, because with a little saliva I went opening it up with my fingers first and then he poured lubricant on the cock and started putting it in slowly, noticing me as it advanced centimeter by centimeter between my moans, but when I had his cock halfway in and still moving inside of me, I started feeling pleasure that changed my moans to screams, which he interpreted as a free path for him to start thrusting in and out of me, making me scream at each thrust, while also bringing me closer to a new orgasm, which I was trying to achieve by rubbing my clitoris with my fingers.
Finally he finished coming at the same time as I was left without strength, wetting the sheets again with my flow and the abundant semen overflowing from my anus.
After one of the most intense half-hours of my life in my established activity as a slut and almost without strength to get up, that man got dressed and before leaving me the money on the nightstand, he stayed looking at one of the photos where I was with my daughter:
Your daughter is very yummy. Does she work too?
No, she's still very young.
With those tits I would be making a lot of money already.
When she left, I stayed looking at the money and thinking: Well, it hasn't been that bad after all and I've enjoyed myself as much as I have in a long time)
Like this, several men would pass through my house, some more pleasant, others less, but I tried to enjoy them all, as with more experience and ease it was easier for me to give myself pleasure and theirs, also learning some tricks so they could come sooner.
One morning I surprised myself by opening the door and finding a young boy of about 18 years old, dark-haired and very handsome, but also quite shy, which touched my heart and made me try to make him feel at ease and gain confidence.
It gave me a special thrill to start undressing him, while he was fondling my breasts, absorbed in the moment, confessing afterwards that it was the first time he had been with a prostitute, which made me feel a little special and I guided him through what we were going to do.
The first thing would be to suck that yummy cock pointing erectly upwards in all its splendor. For a moment I imagined myself with my own son, almost the same age, something that never would have occurred to me to think, but maybe this new activity had finally freed me from those moral prejudices and that thought increased my morbo even more, preparing me to especially enjoy this lad who was gifting me his divine youth.
After a little while of blowing her, I noticed how she was coming in my mouth, unable to hold back. After licking all that delight she had thrown away, I let her recover a bit, allowing her to caress and touch every part of my body as she pleased, especially my pussy which opened and explored with her fingers making it totally wet, inviting him to lick me, which he ended up doing, a little hesitant at first but then getting enthusiastic, moving his tongue nonstop, his cock having gotten hard again, which I took advantage of by telling him to get on top of me to fuck me.
Feeling his cock inside my pussy made him shudder with pleasure, starting to move slowly at first and then accelerating as his excitement increased also.
Before he ran, I asked him:
How would you like me to fuck you?
Behind it.
Why do all men like it when we fuck like this? Well, I like it too, yeah!
I got into position, letting the boy take the initiative, marking the rhythm I wanted to follow, grabbing my hips while entering and exiting my pussy, pushing it deeper each time, making me reach orgasm, then he came, having been able to hold on longer since he had come before already.
But one day, something happened that made me change my life forever. On one of those mornings I was with a client in the room, I didn't realize that my son had entered the house. He shouldn't be there at those hours, but I should have assumed that someday this would happen, that my husband or my son could discover what I was doing.
My son must have been staring at us for a good while without me noticing anything, and when the man he had been with left, I got the scare of my life, to see how my son looked at me as I turned around after closing the door to bid him farewell.
- What are you doing here?
- Suspended classes.
- And that why? Well, it doesn't matter. You've seen everything, haven't you?
.- Yes, mom. What will dad think?
- No, please, not a word to your father. I'll do what you want.
What do you want...? (touching her cock)
Yes, but what are you thinking? You wouldn't be able to...
If you've made yourself a slut, you won't care about sucking your son and fucking him.
What are you saying, have you gone crazy?
If you don't want him to tell Dad...
You're a shameless and degenerate one. How does it occur to you to screw your own mother? If you want, I can suck her off a bit and that's it.
That's for now, we'll see later. Take it, start while I'm squeezing those tits.
I couldn't believe what was happening. There sitting on the bed, with my son's cock all plugged in front of my face and having no other remedy than to suck it.
The truth is that he had a good cock and although it cost me effort to do so, my female instinct prevailed and I started licking it a little uncertainly at first, but soon having his cock in my mouth began to warm me up and each time I pushed it deeper inside, searching for it to touch my throat, which made him moan more intensely with pleasure:
- How good you suck, mom. You've got a good practice being a slut.
Don't tell me those things. Have a little respect for your mom.
How am I supposed to respect you if you're sucking my cock like you're a slut?
Have you gone to whores too already?
No, only a kid has sucked me off before, but they didn't do it as well as you. There's no comparison. You can tell by the experience.
Have you also screwed them?
Yes, you know they let her in right away now.
Then they shouldn't give you much pleasure, because young boys have also come to fuck with me too.
It doesn't surprise me, it's where she is mature...... Ahhh, wait, wait so I won't get excited.
- Isn't that what you wanted?
No, now I want to fuck you, show me your pussy.
- How? Are you going to put it in me too?
Yes, go ahead, what's it to you if everyone fucks you
Yes, but they're not my kids, like you.
Well, nobody's going to find out because if you don't say it, I won't either. We have that agreement.
My son threw me down on the bed, spreading my legs and making a face of vice that scared me. How could this be my son, I didn't recognize him. Seeing me fucking with that man had driven him crazy. He was looking at my pussy licking it and bringing his tongue to my already fully open vagina for him. He started licking me making me shudder and scream like a madwoman. My own son was eating my pussy and I was at his mercy, doing whatever he wanted with me and unable to resist.
Suddenly she got on top and put her cock in the entrance of my pussy, pressing lightly because it was easily going inside me, making her moan when she felt the warmth and humidity of my vagina on her cock as she had it inside. She started to screw me, moving over me, sighing and screaming with each thrust until she couldn't stay inside me any longer without coming.
He lay next to me, recovering, while I licked the remnants of semen from his cock, which continued to drip out drop by drop, but with my licks it recovered right away due to his youth and he told me to get on all fours. I was giving my son's ass a blow job, couldn't be more perverse, nothing was going to stop this kid and I would be his slut. I didn't know what to think of everything that was happening.
What was I going to tell my friend? How was I going to tell her that my son had discovered me and was blackmailing me? Better if nobody knew......?
Definitely my son had turned crazy. My ass offered to him, had him extremely excited. His cock was harder than ever and he was going to screw me mercilessly. Since it was already lubricated, it didn't take much effort for him to get inside, causing that feeling of fullness in me again, leaving me defenseless before his increasingly stronger and deeper thrusts. I was already out of breath announcing the arrival of my orgasm while I started to feel the heat of my son's ejaculation inside me, which ended up triggering it and I think our moans must have been heard throughout the neighborhood.
When we relaxed after finishing, I started thinking more calmly about what had happened and not believing much of what I was saying, I told my son:
This is over here, we can't keep doing it, I'm your mother. We can't do it.
After this, do you think I'll stay without screwing you again? You'll have to fuck with me whenever I want, or else dad will find out and now that you've also screwed with me too.
- But son, how can you do this to me?
Don't tell me you don't like it, that's just the kind of drinks you were giving while I was screwing you.
Of course I like it. All women like to fuck, but there are things that aren't right.
What's not right is deceiving your husband and you do it, so don't come at me with morals now.
And so it happened during a good season. My son had me at his service whenever he felt like fucking, doing everything to me, without thinking I was his mother, or precisely because of that, because I was and causing him more morbo yet, although I have to admit also that for some reason or other, my best orgasms were with him...
In my family lately we were going through a bad economic moment because I wasn't working and my husband's salary wasn't enough to cover the house expenses, with two teenage sons and debts that we had accumulated.
Talking about the topic with a friend who is also married, I was surprised when she told me that when she was short on money, she would go to an apartment where there were more women for men to receive and prostitutes. This confession left my mouth open because I didn't expect it at all:
There are many more women than you think who do it. It's decisions that sometimes you have to make if you want to eat and have to leave for fuck, many do it. Sometimes you see many around here that makes you wonder where she'll get the money from that one.
- Yes, that's true. Does your husband know what you're doing?
No. I would feel hurt in my pride. I wouldn't let it happen, but nor is there another solution when you reach the limit, think of your children and family. If others do it without so many scruples, why can't I?
I don't know if I could...
Okay, you could. Do you think it didn't cost me the first time? I was so nervous that I didn't even feel anything when he put it in. He was screwing me for a while until he came and left. He shouldn't have been too happy, haha, but at least he paid me.
In a certain way, I used to do it shortly after getting married, when I worked at that clothing store, but that was different.
- What do you want to say?
The owner was always harassing the youngest ones, threatening to fire them if they didn't screw him.
What a pig the guy is. Many would do it, of course.
Yes, in the end I had to give in too, because at that time we were living on the floor and had a lot to pay. When closing, he told me to stay with him and he screwed me a few times. If my husband found out, he would kill me.
Well, friend, many of us have to go through those things and sometimes for free, so if you do it now, you'll get paid well and you'll be the one deciding.
- You might be right. When are you going to that flat and how do you get the clients?
I take advantage when I go out in the mornings to shop, since my husband works and the kids are at school. They call me because I post ads on the internet and they ring me.
I wouldn't dare go to an apartment like that where you can be seen.
You can receive them at your home too. Many prefer it that way.
Ughh, you're leaving me wondering, I don't know if I should decide.
Yes, woman. Later you'll see it's not that bad. You have fun and make money too. Look, we can do something, in the afternoon you come to my house and take some pictures for the ad and when you see who calls you, you decide.
It's fine. But only to try out, right?
As we had agreed, I went to my friend's house that afternoon and since she was alone we could be more relaxed. She told me I had to get ready so the photos would come out well:
¿How do I prepare myself?
Yes, get pretty. You have to shave your pussy. Some men like it with hair, but most now prefer it bald to suck it well.
I'm telling the truth, I was quite neglected in that aspect. After so many years of boring marriage, during which my husband barely touched me, except for some weekends, since I didn't even bother to be attractive and at 42 years old, I was a bit chubby, although my breasts usually caught the attention of men because they're firm and well-placed.
My friend left me a transparent and very sexy lingerie of hers to take pictures and was indicating the poses I had to put myself in:
Now with your legs open, put a finger opening up the pussy. Now at 4, so that one can see well that ass that's going to get fucked.
Do you want to stick it up my ass too?
Okay, that's what they always ask for, suck it well and the ass makes them crazy.
But that doesn't even leave my husband with me either.
It's going to hurt quite a bit then, so you'll have to open it up.
Oh God, I don't know if I'll regret all of this.
Relax and enjoy this, friend. Okay, now whole body.
Don't take my face away from me, it would be just like they know me around here.
Don't worry about it. Men just want to see the pussy and tits.
I hope my husband doesn't come into these places and see me. It would be fatal for the little money we have to waste it on whores as well.
- I think if your husband sees these photos, he won't even recognize you, haha. You never know with men. I've seen on the floor at someone's place who I thought was going to be with some acquaintance that they were actually prostitutes. But I didn't let him see me, of course.
It's what I'm also afraid of, that I'll have to screw someone my husband knows or friends with.
That's something you'll have to choose for yourself, but I try not to let them know, just in case. Although the thrill of screwing someone you know is also much, but I'd rather not take the risk, because they can get really upset afterwards.
All that photo session had ended up exciting me, imagining how men would look at me and desire me when they saw my naked body. Finally, my friend put up the ads saying: “Old married woman, ham and very hot, initiating due to necessity, I'll do everything, consult prices”.
The next day he told me that several men had called asking for me, surprising me a little that there were so many men willing to pay to have sex with me, since although the photos had turned out very well, I didn't have as beautiful a body as my friend.
After she convinced me, I ended up with someone at my house around 12 noon. My friend told me to put on something sexy for him and I used the same lingerie as in the photos, but just thinking that my husband would come home and see me like this was making me shake all over.
They rang the doorbell and when I opened it, I saw a man of around 50 years old with white hair, but very attractive, so I let him in quickly before any neighbor could see him entering.
I suppose he would have more experience from having gone with other prostitutes, but I was so nervous that I didn't know what to do, despite some instructions my friend had given me.
I sent him straight to my room, with him accompanying me down the hallway, putting his hand on my butt and feeling it, which bothered me a little, but I quickly thought: I'm a slut, I have to let myself be touched.
When he entered the room, this man stayed looking at everything, a bit surprised, because there were several frames with photos of my husband and kids around here, which I hadn't thought to remove, feeling a bit embarrassed as I said:
Ugh, what a bore, screwing you in your marital bed with pictures of your husband...
I hadn't even stopped to think that it could give him excitement, but well, I was going my way, to get it over with as soon as possible, screw like I wanted and pay the half hour we had agreed on.
He started eating my breasts, massaging and fondling them to his liking. Then he undressed until he was completely naked, looking instinctively at his cock which wasn't fully erect yet, but he brought it to my mouth for me to start sucking it.
I felt strange with another man's cock in my mouth, but soon noticed it getting hard and I started to get excited, sucking it with delight that perhaps hadn't happened for a while since I'd done it to my husband, although maybe I also wanted to please my first client especially, bothering myself to do it as well as possible.
He suddenly pulled it out of my mouth a bit abruptly:
Alright already, slut, you're going to make me run. Lie down on the bed, I'm going to eat your pussy.
On the bed with my legs open, he put his head between them and started licking my pussy, making me moan, as I didn't remember the last time my husband had done that to me either, and in the middle of my excitement he said to me again enthusiastically:
How hot you are, how much flow do you have. You're a good slut. Did I make you come yet?
That brusqueness in his movements and vocabulary was causing a strange sensation in me of submission to that man willing to please him in everything he asked for. Without giving me time to say anything, he lay on top of me and quickly put the condom on, then thrust into me without much ceremony, pumping at a strong rhythm, in a way I hadn't experienced in a while, perhaps like the first times my husband screwed me when we were young, provoking my loud moans again, which only made him more excited. After a while, he made me change positions:
Get down on all fours. Your husband's little slut has him at home. I'd be screwing you all day.
When I offered him my ass in that position, he started admiring and caressing it, giving me some slaps:
You've got a small cock. Are you going to let me also give it a fuck?
If you pay me more, yes. But they have never stuck it up my ass.
Has your husband ever asked you for that?
Yes, but I wasn't letting him.
Ha ha, what whores you are the women. There's no problem, it'll be an honor to break you in. I'm not going anywhere from here without giving you all the cum there.
It was noticeable that he had some experience in penetrating booties, because with a little saliva I went opening it up with my fingers first and then he poured lubricant on the cock and started putting it in slowly, noticing me as it advanced centimeter by centimeter between my moans, but when I had his cock halfway in and still moving inside of me, I started feeling pleasure that changed my moans to screams, which he interpreted as a free path for him to start thrusting in and out of me, making me scream at each thrust, while also bringing me closer to a new orgasm, which I was trying to achieve by rubbing my clitoris with my fingers.
Finally he finished coming at the same time as I was left without strength, wetting the sheets again with my flow and the abundant semen overflowing from my anus.
After one of the most intense half-hours of my life in my established activity as a slut and almost without strength to get up, that man got dressed and before leaving me the money on the nightstand, he stayed looking at one of the photos where I was with my daughter:
Your daughter is very yummy. Does she work too?
No, she's still very young.
With those tits I would be making a lot of money already.
When she left, I stayed looking at the money and thinking: Well, it hasn't been that bad after all and I've enjoyed myself as much as I have in a long time)
Like this, several men would pass through my house, some more pleasant, others less, but I tried to enjoy them all, as with more experience and ease it was easier for me to give myself pleasure and theirs, also learning some tricks so they could come sooner.
One morning I surprised myself by opening the door and finding a young boy of about 18 years old, dark-haired and very handsome, but also quite shy, which touched my heart and made me try to make him feel at ease and gain confidence.
It gave me a special thrill to start undressing him, while he was fondling my breasts, absorbed in the moment, confessing afterwards that it was the first time he had been with a prostitute, which made me feel a little special and I guided him through what we were going to do.
The first thing would be to suck that yummy cock pointing erectly upwards in all its splendor. For a moment I imagined myself with my own son, almost the same age, something that never would have occurred to me to think, but maybe this new activity had finally freed me from those moral prejudices and that thought increased my morbo even more, preparing me to especially enjoy this lad who was gifting me his divine youth.
After a little while of blowing her, I noticed how she was coming in my mouth, unable to hold back. After licking all that delight she had thrown away, I let her recover a bit, allowing her to caress and touch every part of my body as she pleased, especially my pussy which opened and explored with her fingers making it totally wet, inviting him to lick me, which he ended up doing, a little hesitant at first but then getting enthusiastic, moving his tongue nonstop, his cock having gotten hard again, which I took advantage of by telling him to get on top of me to fuck me.
Feeling his cock inside my pussy made him shudder with pleasure, starting to move slowly at first and then accelerating as his excitement increased also.
Before he ran, I asked him:
How would you like me to fuck you?
Behind it.
Why do all men like it when we fuck like this? Well, I like it too, yeah!
I got into position, letting the boy take the initiative, marking the rhythm I wanted to follow, grabbing my hips while entering and exiting my pussy, pushing it deeper each time, making me reach orgasm, then he came, having been able to hold on longer since he had come before already.
But one day, something happened that made me change my life forever. On one of those mornings I was with a client in the room, I didn't realize that my son had entered the house. He shouldn't be there at those hours, but I should have assumed that someday this would happen, that my husband or my son could discover what I was doing.
My son must have been staring at us for a good while without me noticing anything, and when the man he had been with left, I got the scare of my life, to see how my son looked at me as I turned around after closing the door to bid him farewell.
- What are you doing here?
- Suspended classes.
- And that why? Well, it doesn't matter. You've seen everything, haven't you?
.- Yes, mom. What will dad think?
- No, please, not a word to your father. I'll do what you want.
What do you want...? (touching her cock)
Yes, but what are you thinking? You wouldn't be able to...
If you've made yourself a slut, you won't care about sucking your son and fucking him.
What are you saying, have you gone crazy?
If you don't want him to tell Dad...
You're a shameless and degenerate one. How does it occur to you to screw your own mother? If you want, I can suck her off a bit and that's it.
That's for now, we'll see later. Take it, start while I'm squeezing those tits.
I couldn't believe what was happening. There sitting on the bed, with my son's cock all plugged in front of my face and having no other remedy than to suck it.
The truth is that he had a good cock and although it cost me effort to do so, my female instinct prevailed and I started licking it a little uncertainly at first, but soon having his cock in my mouth began to warm me up and each time I pushed it deeper inside, searching for it to touch my throat, which made him moan more intensely with pleasure:
- How good you suck, mom. You've got a good practice being a slut.
Don't tell me those things. Have a little respect for your mom.
How am I supposed to respect you if you're sucking my cock like you're a slut?
Have you gone to whores too already?
No, only a kid has sucked me off before, but they didn't do it as well as you. There's no comparison. You can tell by the experience.
Have you also screwed them?
Yes, you know they let her in right away now.
Then they shouldn't give you much pleasure, because young boys have also come to fuck with me too.
It doesn't surprise me, it's where she is mature...... Ahhh, wait, wait so I won't get excited.
- Isn't that what you wanted?
No, now I want to fuck you, show me your pussy.
- How? Are you going to put it in me too?
Yes, go ahead, what's it to you if everyone fucks you
Yes, but they're not my kids, like you.
Well, nobody's going to find out because if you don't say it, I won't either. We have that agreement.
My son threw me down on the bed, spreading my legs and making a face of vice that scared me. How could this be my son, I didn't recognize him. Seeing me fucking with that man had driven him crazy. He was looking at my pussy licking it and bringing his tongue to my already fully open vagina for him. He started licking me making me shudder and scream like a madwoman. My own son was eating my pussy and I was at his mercy, doing whatever he wanted with me and unable to resist.
Suddenly she got on top and put her cock in the entrance of my pussy, pressing lightly because it was easily going inside me, making her moan when she felt the warmth and humidity of my vagina on her cock as she had it inside. She started to screw me, moving over me, sighing and screaming with each thrust until she couldn't stay inside me any longer without coming.
He lay next to me, recovering, while I licked the remnants of semen from his cock, which continued to drip out drop by drop, but with my licks it recovered right away due to his youth and he told me to get on all fours. I was giving my son's ass a blow job, couldn't be more perverse, nothing was going to stop this kid and I would be his slut. I didn't know what to think of everything that was happening.
What was I going to tell my friend? How was I going to tell her that my son had discovered me and was blackmailing me? Better if nobody knew......?
Definitely my son had turned crazy. My ass offered to him, had him extremely excited. His cock was harder than ever and he was going to screw me mercilessly. Since it was already lubricated, it didn't take much effort for him to get inside, causing that feeling of fullness in me again, leaving me defenseless before his increasingly stronger and deeper thrusts. I was already out of breath announcing the arrival of my orgasm while I started to feel the heat of my son's ejaculation inside me, which ended up triggering it and I think our moans must have been heard throughout the neighborhood.
When we relaxed after finishing, I started thinking more calmly about what had happened and not believing much of what I was saying, I told my son:
This is over here, we can't keep doing it, I'm your mother. We can't do it.
After this, do you think I'll stay without screwing you again? You'll have to fuck with me whenever I want, or else dad will find out and now that you've also screwed with me too.
- But son, how can you do this to me?
Don't tell me you don't like it, that's just the kind of drinks you were giving while I was screwing you.
Of course I like it. All women like to fuck, but there are things that aren't right.
What's not right is deceiving your husband and you do it, so don't come at me with morals now.
And so it happened during a good season. My son had me at his service whenever he felt like fucking, doing everything to me, without thinking I was his mother, or precisely because of that, because I was and causing him more morbo yet, although I have to admit also that for some reason or other, my best orgasms were with him...
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