After the embarrassing situation my son had put me in by discovering me having sex with men, as I was recounting in the previous story https://m.poringa.net/posts/relatos/4698122/De-esposa-y-madre-ejemplar-a-prostituta.html, I left myself in his hands, accepting his blackmail to avoid a family scandal, one that would be even bigger with my husband, who would never forgive me for having become a slut and having sex with our son.
Now the risk of being discovered by my husband had multiplied because even when he was at home, my son continued to ask me for sexual favors, without caring about his presence and as if it gave him more thrill. My son had become insatiable, something logical at his age too, but what hurt most was that I had lost all respect as a mother, considering myself little more than a slut to satisfy his whims. So, in any moment, he would start touching me, putting his hand on me everywhere, while I would beg him to leave me alone, that we could be seen by his father or sister, but at the same time, his caresses would provoke my moans and my excitement would increase without being able to avoid it, which he would notice immediately when he saw how wet my pussy was, putting on that face of a pervert I had never seen before until then when he discovered me with my legs open for another man.
Sometimes I would take him to the bathroom so he could masturbate and suck himself off, while he would leave me half-naked so he could touch me as he pleased and all I wanted was for him to come as soon as possible so he could be satisfied and reduce the risk of us being discovered. Although the most dangerous situations were when he told me that at midnight, when his father was asleep, I should get out of bed and go to his room to fuck with him.
In those moments of maximum heat, I feared that my moans or his cries of pleasure could be heard by my husband or My daughter and we would get caught in the act, so I wasn't able to fully enjoy that wonderful and morbid sex, but he kept giving me those intense orgasms, I'm not sure why, maybe because in my mind it was too strong a sensation that my own son was treating me like the slut I had become.
And I, as I kept thinking about all this that was happening to me, needed someone to tell it to and I had to turn back to my friend, who was the one who got me into this in the first place, so we had the following conversation:
.- How are you? How's business going?, haha. (She asked me)
.- Well financially, but my house and life is a mess, I don't know what to do anymore.
.- What's wrong, has your husband found out about it?
.- No, but I think it's even worse, the one who found out was my son.
.- Ah, yeah, poor thing, the impression he must have gotten from seeing his mother having sex with other men.
.- Yes, poor nothing, that little shameless guy is made.
.- How do you say that?
.- Because he's blackmailing me, to not tell his father, now I have to let him fuck me too.
.- What are you telling me?, haha, forgive me for laughing, but I never imagined it could happen like this.
.- Well, you see, I didn't either, how can a mother think her son will ask that of her?
.- Well, your son is at an age where they're all always getting laid and I know cases where if they can get their hands on their mom's tits or something, they'll go for it, but clearly, what you're telling me leaves me speechless. I didn't imagine my son would ask me to fuck him too, although by another part, it doesn't surprise me either, because with so much porn they're watching now, they don't care about anything, with their mother, sister, daughter or whoever it may be...... I think it's tremendous what's happening now in many homes.
.- Well, you'll tell me how I get out of this now. If I don't let myself get fucked, my son will tell his father and imagine the scandal and disgust that my husband will take; he'll divorce me. And if I keep screwing with my son, I feel like the worst mother in the world, because as you can imagine, now I see him more like a slut than his mother, and that's very hard.
.- Yes, I understand, what a panorama you have at home. I don't know what to tell you, the truth is. I'd say talk to your son so he understands you, but of course, he won't deprive himself of fucking you whenever he wants now, what a great deal he's gotten with you, not even in his best dreams would he imagine screwing his mother every day.
.- I also recognize that it's a thrill. The truth is that I melt with him and the situation, despite what it is, also gives me a morbid excitement that I can't handle, it's superior to me and don't think I put up much resistance when he looks for me, because I still want it more.
.- It's clear. If you look at it from that side, it's something tremendous and all of us who have children, I think we've fantasized about it more than once when we get our fingers in or screw with our husbands. Even little boys who came to my place called me mom while we were fucking.
.- And your son hasn't tried anything with you?
.- Yes, also, of course, but I try to stop him because if not, he'd be like you. Although if he could blackmail me too, I'd already see myself as you, open-legged for him.
.- While all this was happening, I had to keep receiving clients because our economic situation required it, but I kept trying to make sure no one from my family found out and saving the money I earned in Another account so my husband wouldn't suspect. Although my life took another radical turn when another unexpected and predictable event occurred, given my situation.
A afternoon when my husband and daughter weren't home, my son insisted on fucking me and took me to my own bedroom, starting as always, asking me to suck him until he came in my mouth many times. Then he would dedicate himself to eating my pussy in that embarrassing position for me, exposing my intimacy in this way to my son, but at the same time the pleasure he gave me made me submissive and press his head towards me so he wouldn't stop licking me.
The truth is that despite all this time I had been fucking with my son, I still hadn't lost that feeling of shame when adopting certain positions in front of him, since if I always considered myself a conservative woman and it even cost me to do certain things with my husband, imagine how exposed I felt to him so obscenely, although at the same time I was unable to resist the pleasure he gave me.
Well, at the moment when I was riding my son while fucking him, since I was facing away from the door, I only felt my daughter's voice:
- Maaaaaaa! What are you doing?
My daughter's face was one of total incredulity at what she was seeing: her mother fucking her brother in the marital bed. Something difficult to assume for someone of her age.
My daughter turned around and ran to her room, so I chased after her to try to explain what had happened. I found her very confused, looking at me as if trying to talk to her, still naked with the appearance of a woman who has just had sex, which may not have made my words very believable.
I explained everything that had happened from the beginning... prostituting myself due to the economic situation at home, since my brother had discovered me and started blackmailing me into having sex with him too, as I felt like doing everything in my power so that they wouldn't lack anything.
Finally, she seemed to be understanding it all and no longer blamed me for what she had seen, although harsh words came out of her mouth towards her brother.
My daughter, realizing the gravity of the situation, told me she wasn't going to tell her father and if she could also help get money:
.- Are you sleeping with men?
.- Yes.
.- Oh no, don't do it, honey, you're too young for that, although many would want to do it with you
.- I know, mom, I'm not stupid, I know what sex is and I'm not a virgin.
.- Don't tell me, oh mother, I should have realized. Will you take measures?
.- Yes, mom, don't worry. Besides, I know some friends who've made money by sleeping with older guys. They even gave them expensive phones.
.- I don't know what to say, daughter. Now I can't teach you anything. You're learning very quickly what life is and what women have to do to survive and find the best for ourselves and our families.
Suddenly she surprised me with a question:
.- Do you like how my brother screws you?
.- I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say, but it was obvious I couldn't hide the truth. She was showing an impropriate maturity for her age and I had to tell her:
.- Yes, daughter, very much. I'm ashamed of it, but I can't help it. I don't know what you'll think of me.
.- Don't worry, I understand. But I also have something to tell you, but don't... enfades.
.- Yes, tell me, daughter.
.- That Daddy is also screwing me too.
.- What are you telling me?
.- He started putting his hand in me, making me suck it, we did everything, until he ended up screwing me.
.- Of course, now I understand that your father would take a long time without hardly touching me and look where he was getting it from.
.- Sorry, Mom. I couldn't tell you anything.
.- Don't worry. If I had to imagine it myself. Many friends warned me, they went through the same thing, but I already had enough problems, like to think about that.
.- That confession of my daughter, at the same time as it annoyed me, like any mother who finds out something like this, also calmed me down in a way, because if my husband finally found out what was happening in our house, he couldn't blame me for everything and I would have to tell him many things too, so maybe we should both keep quiet and pretend nothing happened.
.- After that conversation, despite all the strong things that had passed through my family, I felt more relaxed, partly liberated from that growing pressure, and now maybe I was starting to enjoy each relationship more, feeling safer about what I did.
.- One of my regular clients always asked about my daughter, I don't know if it was out of morbid curiosity or because he hoped she would tell him one day that Lorena had started doing this too. The truth is that he offered me a lot of money for her and after the conversation I had with my daughter, I started to doubt whether to accept his proposal or not, so I mentioned it to Lorena and when she heard how much we were talking about, her eyes opened wide in surprise:
.- Well, Mom, it's a lot of money. And all for fuck. If I do it for free anyway.
.- But it's not the same, daughter. Now you'll have to do it with someone who might not be as good as your father. It pleases me and that's even harder. Well, what am I going to tell you, since I've been through this too, although it's also true that I've gotten used to it and it doesn't bother me as much.
.- So, Mom. How is that man who wants to fuck with me?
.- His name is Esteban, he's 58 years old and very pleasant. He's not bad physically, although I don't know what you'll think of him.
.- I've never had sex with a man so old, but my friends tell me they do it well and are very affectionate with them.
.- Yes, I'm sure about that, that he'll treat you great. If I didn't know it was going to be like that, I wouldn't say it.
.- Well, then, tell him to come and that's it. There's no problem, so I can try someone older than Dad too.
.- What do you say, daughter? I'm still not used to having these conversations with you.
The day arrived as agreed and when I presented my daughter to Esteban, his eyes lit up, perhaps he was still not fully convinced that I had given in and allowed him to enjoy my daughter. He looked at her with desire while undressing her and caressing each part of her skin as it became uncovered, until she was left without a bra and he was admiring her beautiful breasts, feeling their hardness and passing his tongue over the nipples that were becoming hard from feeling the contact. Finally, he took off her thong, unable to resist running his finger over the depilated slit of my daughter that had become uncovered, noticing her humidity, also excited by the situation.
Once Lorena was completely naked, Esteban undressed too, showing his erect penis, which as soon as my daughter saw it, stretched out her hand to caress and grab it well, looking at me like she was saying: What a cock.... I nodded loudly:
.- Yes, daughter, enjoy it.
He quickly put it in her mouth, causing our client's first exclamations of pleasure from the expert tongue of my daughter, whom I noticed was especially enjoying that cock, thicker than his father's. Tumbling onto the bed, he turned my daughter over so that without stopping sucking it, he could lick Lorena's cunt, which was opening juicy at the passage of his fingers, getting drunk with her juices that were coming out in spurts on occasion, in small convulsions.
Esteban didn't want to deprive himself either of the pleasure of coming in my daughter's mouth, as he had plenty of time to be with her after all the money he had paid. So, once recovered from that first ejaculation, he put her on the bed with her legs open, passing his cock through her open pussy again and again, first without a condom, playing with Lorena's anxiety who wanted it inside once to feel completely, but he knew that making her wait would increase her lubrication and the pleasure would be greater for both of them. Until I saw him putting on the condom deciding to give a push and at least half in, which was already enough for my daughter to scream when she felt it. After a slight in-and-out, he introduced her all the way to the end, starting to screw her without mercy yet, speeding up their moans until Lorena's final orgasm and Esteban's ejaculation that made him take out his cock so my daughter could lick the last drops of semen still coming out.
As he would confess later, before coming he had taken a pill for erection to be able to hold on as long as possible with my daughter, knowing the great excitement it would produce in her and that he had to maximize his money. So, he changed Lorena's position again, putting her on all fours, to screw her at his own pace from behind, treating my daughter like a toy at his whim, provoking another new orgasm.
After the session, with the client satisfied and my daughter equally pleased with the experience, he bid me farewell by saying: 'What a great little girl you have at home. I'd spend hours with her. Too bad she doesn't live with...' You all. I can come back whenever you want. - I would like to, but it's too much money for me and I don't know when I'll be able to come back. Through discreet contacts, my daughter was receiving more clients who knew how to appreciate what she offered, not like the kids with whom she was used to fuck, who went their own way and didn't really value the fortune they had of enjoying something so inaccessible to other men.
Now the risk of being discovered by my husband had multiplied because even when he was at home, my son continued to ask me for sexual favors, without caring about his presence and as if it gave him more thrill. My son had become insatiable, something logical at his age too, but what hurt most was that I had lost all respect as a mother, considering myself little more than a slut to satisfy his whims. So, in any moment, he would start touching me, putting his hand on me everywhere, while I would beg him to leave me alone, that we could be seen by his father or sister, but at the same time, his caresses would provoke my moans and my excitement would increase without being able to avoid it, which he would notice immediately when he saw how wet my pussy was, putting on that face of a pervert I had never seen before until then when he discovered me with my legs open for another man.
Sometimes I would take him to the bathroom so he could masturbate and suck himself off, while he would leave me half-naked so he could touch me as he pleased and all I wanted was for him to come as soon as possible so he could be satisfied and reduce the risk of us being discovered. Although the most dangerous situations were when he told me that at midnight, when his father was asleep, I should get out of bed and go to his room to fuck with him.
In those moments of maximum heat, I feared that my moans or his cries of pleasure could be heard by my husband or My daughter and we would get caught in the act, so I wasn't able to fully enjoy that wonderful and morbid sex, but he kept giving me those intense orgasms, I'm not sure why, maybe because in my mind it was too strong a sensation that my own son was treating me like the slut I had become.
And I, as I kept thinking about all this that was happening to me, needed someone to tell it to and I had to turn back to my friend, who was the one who got me into this in the first place, so we had the following conversation:
.- How are you? How's business going?, haha. (She asked me)
.- Well financially, but my house and life is a mess, I don't know what to do anymore.
.- What's wrong, has your husband found out about it?
.- No, but I think it's even worse, the one who found out was my son.
.- Ah, yeah, poor thing, the impression he must have gotten from seeing his mother having sex with other men.
.- Yes, poor nothing, that little shameless guy is made.
.- How do you say that?
.- Because he's blackmailing me, to not tell his father, now I have to let him fuck me too.
.- What are you telling me?, haha, forgive me for laughing, but I never imagined it could happen like this.
.- Well, you see, I didn't either, how can a mother think her son will ask that of her?
.- Well, your son is at an age where they're all always getting laid and I know cases where if they can get their hands on their mom's tits or something, they'll go for it, but clearly, what you're telling me leaves me speechless. I didn't imagine my son would ask me to fuck him too, although by another part, it doesn't surprise me either, because with so much porn they're watching now, they don't care about anything, with their mother, sister, daughter or whoever it may be...... I think it's tremendous what's happening now in many homes.
.- Well, you'll tell me how I get out of this now. If I don't let myself get fucked, my son will tell his father and imagine the scandal and disgust that my husband will take; he'll divorce me. And if I keep screwing with my son, I feel like the worst mother in the world, because as you can imagine, now I see him more like a slut than his mother, and that's very hard.
.- Yes, I understand, what a panorama you have at home. I don't know what to tell you, the truth is. I'd say talk to your son so he understands you, but of course, he won't deprive himself of fucking you whenever he wants now, what a great deal he's gotten with you, not even in his best dreams would he imagine screwing his mother every day.
.- I also recognize that it's a thrill. The truth is that I melt with him and the situation, despite what it is, also gives me a morbid excitement that I can't handle, it's superior to me and don't think I put up much resistance when he looks for me, because I still want it more.
.- It's clear. If you look at it from that side, it's something tremendous and all of us who have children, I think we've fantasized about it more than once when we get our fingers in or screw with our husbands. Even little boys who came to my place called me mom while we were fucking.
.- And your son hasn't tried anything with you?
.- Yes, also, of course, but I try to stop him because if not, he'd be like you. Although if he could blackmail me too, I'd already see myself as you, open-legged for him.
.- While all this was happening, I had to keep receiving clients because our economic situation required it, but I kept trying to make sure no one from my family found out and saving the money I earned in Another account so my husband wouldn't suspect. Although my life took another radical turn when another unexpected and predictable event occurred, given my situation.
A afternoon when my husband and daughter weren't home, my son insisted on fucking me and took me to my own bedroom, starting as always, asking me to suck him until he came in my mouth many times. Then he would dedicate himself to eating my pussy in that embarrassing position for me, exposing my intimacy in this way to my son, but at the same time the pleasure he gave me made me submissive and press his head towards me so he wouldn't stop licking me.
The truth is that despite all this time I had been fucking with my son, I still hadn't lost that feeling of shame when adopting certain positions in front of him, since if I always considered myself a conservative woman and it even cost me to do certain things with my husband, imagine how exposed I felt to him so obscenely, although at the same time I was unable to resist the pleasure he gave me.
Well, at the moment when I was riding my son while fucking him, since I was facing away from the door, I only felt my daughter's voice:
- Maaaaaaa! What are you doing?
My daughter's face was one of total incredulity at what she was seeing: her mother fucking her brother in the marital bed. Something difficult to assume for someone of her age.
My daughter turned around and ran to her room, so I chased after her to try to explain what had happened. I found her very confused, looking at me as if trying to talk to her, still naked with the appearance of a woman who has just had sex, which may not have made my words very believable.
I explained everything that had happened from the beginning... prostituting myself due to the economic situation at home, since my brother had discovered me and started blackmailing me into having sex with him too, as I felt like doing everything in my power so that they wouldn't lack anything.
Finally, she seemed to be understanding it all and no longer blamed me for what she had seen, although harsh words came out of her mouth towards her brother.
My daughter, realizing the gravity of the situation, told me she wasn't going to tell her father and if she could also help get money:
.- Are you sleeping with men?
.- Yes.
.- Oh no, don't do it, honey, you're too young for that, although many would want to do it with you
.- I know, mom, I'm not stupid, I know what sex is and I'm not a virgin.
.- Don't tell me, oh mother, I should have realized. Will you take measures?
.- Yes, mom, don't worry. Besides, I know some friends who've made money by sleeping with older guys. They even gave them expensive phones.
.- I don't know what to say, daughter. Now I can't teach you anything. You're learning very quickly what life is and what women have to do to survive and find the best for ourselves and our families.
Suddenly she surprised me with a question:
.- Do you like how my brother screws you?
.- I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say, but it was obvious I couldn't hide the truth. She was showing an impropriate maturity for her age and I had to tell her:
.- Yes, daughter, very much. I'm ashamed of it, but I can't help it. I don't know what you'll think of me.
.- Don't worry, I understand. But I also have something to tell you, but don't... enfades.
.- Yes, tell me, daughter.
.- That Daddy is also screwing me too.
.- What are you telling me?
.- He started putting his hand in me, making me suck it, we did everything, until he ended up screwing me.
.- Of course, now I understand that your father would take a long time without hardly touching me and look where he was getting it from.
.- Sorry, Mom. I couldn't tell you anything.
.- Don't worry. If I had to imagine it myself. Many friends warned me, they went through the same thing, but I already had enough problems, like to think about that.
.- That confession of my daughter, at the same time as it annoyed me, like any mother who finds out something like this, also calmed me down in a way, because if my husband finally found out what was happening in our house, he couldn't blame me for everything and I would have to tell him many things too, so maybe we should both keep quiet and pretend nothing happened.
.- After that conversation, despite all the strong things that had passed through my family, I felt more relaxed, partly liberated from that growing pressure, and now maybe I was starting to enjoy each relationship more, feeling safer about what I did.
.- One of my regular clients always asked about my daughter, I don't know if it was out of morbid curiosity or because he hoped she would tell him one day that Lorena had started doing this too. The truth is that he offered me a lot of money for her and after the conversation I had with my daughter, I started to doubt whether to accept his proposal or not, so I mentioned it to Lorena and when she heard how much we were talking about, her eyes opened wide in surprise:
.- Well, Mom, it's a lot of money. And all for fuck. If I do it for free anyway.
.- But it's not the same, daughter. Now you'll have to do it with someone who might not be as good as your father. It pleases me and that's even harder. Well, what am I going to tell you, since I've been through this too, although it's also true that I've gotten used to it and it doesn't bother me as much.
.- So, Mom. How is that man who wants to fuck with me?
.- His name is Esteban, he's 58 years old and very pleasant. He's not bad physically, although I don't know what you'll think of him.
.- I've never had sex with a man so old, but my friends tell me they do it well and are very affectionate with them.
.- Yes, I'm sure about that, that he'll treat you great. If I didn't know it was going to be like that, I wouldn't say it.
.- Well, then, tell him to come and that's it. There's no problem, so I can try someone older than Dad too.
.- What do you say, daughter? I'm still not used to having these conversations with you.
The day arrived as agreed and when I presented my daughter to Esteban, his eyes lit up, perhaps he was still not fully convinced that I had given in and allowed him to enjoy my daughter. He looked at her with desire while undressing her and caressing each part of her skin as it became uncovered, until she was left without a bra and he was admiring her beautiful breasts, feeling their hardness and passing his tongue over the nipples that were becoming hard from feeling the contact. Finally, he took off her thong, unable to resist running his finger over the depilated slit of my daughter that had become uncovered, noticing her humidity, also excited by the situation.
Once Lorena was completely naked, Esteban undressed too, showing his erect penis, which as soon as my daughter saw it, stretched out her hand to caress and grab it well, looking at me like she was saying: What a cock.... I nodded loudly:
.- Yes, daughter, enjoy it.
He quickly put it in her mouth, causing our client's first exclamations of pleasure from the expert tongue of my daughter, whom I noticed was especially enjoying that cock, thicker than his father's. Tumbling onto the bed, he turned my daughter over so that without stopping sucking it, he could lick Lorena's cunt, which was opening juicy at the passage of his fingers, getting drunk with her juices that were coming out in spurts on occasion, in small convulsions.
Esteban didn't want to deprive himself either of the pleasure of coming in my daughter's mouth, as he had plenty of time to be with her after all the money he had paid. So, once recovered from that first ejaculation, he put her on the bed with her legs open, passing his cock through her open pussy again and again, first without a condom, playing with Lorena's anxiety who wanted it inside once to feel completely, but he knew that making her wait would increase her lubrication and the pleasure would be greater for both of them. Until I saw him putting on the condom deciding to give a push and at least half in, which was already enough for my daughter to scream when she felt it. After a slight in-and-out, he introduced her all the way to the end, starting to screw her without mercy yet, speeding up their moans until Lorena's final orgasm and Esteban's ejaculation that made him take out his cock so my daughter could lick the last drops of semen still coming out.
As he would confess later, before coming he had taken a pill for erection to be able to hold on as long as possible with my daughter, knowing the great excitement it would produce in her and that he had to maximize his money. So, he changed Lorena's position again, putting her on all fours, to screw her at his own pace from behind, treating my daughter like a toy at his whim, provoking another new orgasm.
After the session, with the client satisfied and my daughter equally pleased with the experience, he bid me farewell by saying: 'What a great little girl you have at home. I'd spend hours with her. Too bad she doesn't live with...' You all. I can come back whenever you want. - I would like to, but it's too much money for me and I don't know when I'll be able to come back. Through discreet contacts, my daughter was receiving more clients who knew how to appreciate what she offered, not like the kids with whom she was used to fuck, who went their own way and didn't really value the fortune they had of enjoying something so inaccessible to other men.
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