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Julián wasn't sure how long he should stay there, but he liked feeling the warmth of his mother's mouth surrounding his cock so much that he didn't want to retreat. However, it was she who did it, after a few seconds.
—What's up? —he asked.
I think he's getting better.
Diana sat on the bed, leaving her legs slightly apart, her fingers still caressing her vagina, although now they were doing so with less intensity. Julian also returned to sit beside her, and like her, he remained stimulating his sex.
Know something? Asked the blonde. Once I was with a man who had it big like you.
What? Really? I thought you had only been with Dad.
And how do you know I'm not talking about him?
Why didn't you refer to him as 'a man'?
In that you're right. Well, the thing is your father wasn't the only man in my life, although he was the most important... well, without telling you, you know what I'm referring to.
Yes... and when were you with this other man?
—It was many years ago, you were a kid. I never told you, but your father and I were apart for almost a year.
What, for real?
Because he cheated on me with someone else...
Didn't Dad cheat on you? He asked incredulously. I always thought he was the best man in the world.
—And it was... but good men also get screwed over. When I found out, I couldn't believe it, I got very sick... never had I felt so betrayed.
If it hurts you to talk about that, don't tell me.
No, it doesn't hurt me anymore, it was a long time ago. Besides, it's time you knew, since you're grown up now. Well... if you really want to know.
Yes, please. Tell me.
—Okay. The thing is that when I found out about the infidelity, I kicked him out of the house. He had to move into an apartment. You, as you were always so attached to your dad, would ask about him all the time, and I'd tell you he was on a trip and would be back soon.
I remember that... and I know he came back.
I had to swallow my pride and tell your father to come back. Well, actually it wasn't that simple, what happened is I felt very guilty... because during that time I also jerked off.
—But they were separated, I don't know if she counts...
We were still husband and wife, we just weren't together anymore. Plus, we had made a kind of agreement: during the time of separation, we would be alone. We would use that time only as an opportunity to think about our marriage, not to go out and hook up with the first person who crossed our path. He promised me he'd stay faithful, and I promised him the same. We had some pretty ugly arguments, but that was the agreement.
What a crazy thing... I never imagined they would have fought that way. Not once did I see them argue.
Because we never discussed in front of you... but nor did we discuss much. Your father was a very good guy, and he knew he had sent a big mess; that's why, when we reached an agreement, he behaved wonderfully towards me. During that time of separation, he was very kind to me, gave me my space, and always treated me with respect. The one who didn't do the same was I.
Are you treating him badly?
—A see... he treated me very well directly, I spoke to him in a good way... well, most of the time. I admit that there were occasions when I talked to him quite badly; but he took it. He preferred that I told him everything and didn't keep anything from him. But beyond that, at certain moments it was almost like going back to our dating phase, and even sometimes I enjoyed chatting with him. What he never knew is that in reality I was treating him much worse. I wasn't respecting my part of the agreement.
Ah, I see now... Was that when you met this guy?
Exactly. This guy didn't have to do much to win me over, I was angry... upset... and honestly, I was also horny. It was like I wanted to pay back your father the evil he did to me. At least that's what I thought at first, but with time I realized it wasn't because of that... but because I wanted to have a sexual adventure. Do you know how many guys made indecent proposals to me? I held firm and said no each time; even in those times when the temptation was very great.
Always I imagined that you had to reject many men in your life.
Yes, men and women... there were several who flirted with me quite directly.
What? Really? I can't imagine you having sex with a woman.
There are many things about me that you never imagined.
Does that mean you did it?
—Want to say that I'm leaving it up to your discretion. Now I'm talking about something else to you.
—Sorry, you're dropping one bomb after another... and it's killing my curiosity —Julian was slowly jacking off while talking to his mother.
So you had many proposals... Which one was the hardest to reject?
—Emm... well, that was once when I went out to dance with my friends, your father and I had been married for some years, and you were already born; but small. I'm not one to go out much, in fact that was one of the last times I entered a discotheque; because every time I go to one I feel guilty... plus it's where I receive most innuendos.
I imagine many must go crazy seeing you with nice clothes and dancing.
Yes, and I'm aware of the impact I had on people, don't think I didn't. That time a guy, young and muscular, started dancing near me; after a while he asked me to dance with him directly. I didn't see it as bad then, so I accepted... I was wearing a red dress, super tight and quite short. Not much time passed until the guy started caressing me, especially on my back. When he tried to do the same with my booty, I pulled his hand away, but I wasn't angry. He had an enchanting smile, was a handsome guy and didn't seem dangerous, just hot... and well, I was too. I kept dancing with him, and pulled his hand away each time I had to, although sometimes he let me get away with it for a bit on my ass or legs. Of course, the guy realized I was giving in, so he got bolder. He leaned against my back, and while doing so, he groped my tits a little. Plus, I could feel he had an important bulge. I should have gotten away, but instead I started dancing sensually. Almost without realizing it, the guy started leading me to the darkest corner of the club. There, the touches and caresses became much more evident. I kept pulling his hand away, but on several occasions he managed to touch my pussy above the thong. By that point in the night, I already felt very guilty, didn't know how I was going to explain all this to my husband; but also couldn't stop... I was too hot. The guy leaned against me from behind, we were in a corner where no one could see us, I wasn't even looking at the people nearby. That's when I felt him pull out his cock... it was hard. I know because I grabbed it with my hand. It was big, quite bigger than my husband's. That's when I should have left, but I stayed for a bit more. The guy took advantage of it, pulled down my thong and started caressing my pussy... I felt like a slut, no one had touched me there since I got married to your dad...
—Was that when you left? —Asked Julian.
Ah... no... I didn't let myself be touched. The guy even went so far as to put his fingers on me... I was very hot, and had a bit of a cloudy head, I'd been taking a little something; but not enough to justify my behavior.
And what happened next?
After that something happened to me that I deeply regret. The guy put his cock against my pussy and started pushing it in. And I... instead of moving away, I adjusted and backed up so it could go in... you don't know how much it hurt, they had never penetrated me with something so big before. But at the same time it was the most pleasant sensation I had experienced until then. Never told your dad about that either. The guy grabbed my tits with force and kept pushing until he pushed it all the way in. I was on tiptoes, legs apart, and my Booty lifted; ready to be taken. That's when the remorse became even greater because I really was willing to let myself get taken by a stranger inside a bowling alley. I practically ran out of there, ashamed and adjusting my clothes as best I could. I never saw that guy again and luckily he didn't follow me.
—Ugh... —Julian was getting himself off with enthusiasm—. I didn't imagine you'd get so into it. Doesn't that count as infidelity?
I don't know... maybe yes. But I really tried hard, until I convinced myself that it wasn't. Although now, analyzing it a bit, maybe it could count as infidelity.
I imagine that something similar must have happened to you before.
Yes, but never so ruthless. Sometimes they were just hints, or some accidental touch. But...
—But? —Since Diana didn't say anything, Julian insisted—. Come on, mom, you can tell me whatever it is, I'll love you just the same. It doesn't matter if you weren't perfect during your marriage. That's your business and Dad's. He also screwed up his share.
It's fine... with the 'but' I was referring to that there were other times when they almost cheated on infidelity; or even maybe they did, although I tried to convince myself they didn't.
I want to know about those times.
Diana saw her son's cock and as he kept wanking himself. She understood perfectly why he was so interested in his stories. They were hot, she was getting wet every time he told those anecdotes. She was having a good time with her son... a slightly turbulent and strange moment; but after the photo sessions, she was getting used to that.
—Okay, let me think, —she said, while stroking her pussy. She looked at Julian's cock one more time—. Wait, before I try something. Permission...
She lowered her head and without stopping, swallowed most of her son's cock. He remained motionless, enjoying the moment. The warmth of his mother's mouth was so pleasant that he was about to ejaculate. However, making a great effort, he restrained himself. One thing was that his mom would let him cum on her body so he could take some photos... but he knew she would be very angry if he came inside her mouth.
It's a very strange feeling, Diana said, when she let go of the cock. It reminds me of something that happened once when your father and I went on a long weekend to a lovely hotel; it was mini vacations. We couldn't afford something very expensive, but we needed to relax. You were little, and we left you abandoned there, she said with a tone of mockery; Julian smiled. It doesn't matter, what matters is that we were alone, and the hotel was precious. It had a divine pool, and since it was off-season, there weren't many people. I liked that, because I could walk around in a bikini without everyone staring at me. Back then it was something that made me very uncomfortable. But having few people didn't mean there wasn't anyone.
There was a type...
—Yes... and that guy was attractive. He was alone, had the look of those self-centered businessmen who spend all day at the gym and take care of themselves, although I think he wasn't even fifty years old. His eyes would go out every time I walked by him. He didn't hide it a bit, not even once when your dad gave him a warning for the way he was looking at me. The one who didn't have much charm went with me. One afternoon, your father and I were in the pool, and that guy was there too. I went into the hotel to get some towels, and he followed me. He started telling me how beautiful I was and that he couldn't understand why I had married a man without charm. He said he could give me a lot of pleasure if I was willing to receive it, or in other words, directly invited me to have sex with him. Obviously, I told him no. But he kept insisting. He took advantage of every moment I was away from your dad during the whole weekend, telling me outrageous things and flattering me discreetly. The last day of our mini-vacation, that guy approached me when I went in to get water for the thermos. He knew time was running out, and if he had had a minimum of subtlety, he lost it at that moment. Before we could be seen by any hotel employee, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock; he said: This is what I have for you, beautiful slut. I looked surprised, and in that moment, I should have yelled at him or even reported him for sexual harassment. But I was so impressed by the size of his cock... and the way he told me, that I got wet. I looked around, and saw no one was there. I signaled for him to come closer, and we ended up in one of the hotel bathrooms. The guy didn't waste any time; as soon as we were inside, he took off his shorts, leaving his cock hanging... extension. I had it all depilated, and it was bigger than your father's... more or less like yours. —Diana caressed her son's cock—. I was very wet, and not because of the pool water. I'd like to tell you that I doubted it, or that I almost left; but that would be lying. I entered totally decided, and did it. I got down on my knees, and without much preamble, I put all that cock in my mouth. I loved feeling how it got hard inside my mouth... I loved the stiffness... the size... I loved when the guy called me a slut and asked me to keep sucking. I would have seemed like a prostitute or a porn actress. There I was, in a bathroom, with a stranger, moving my head like a professional head master. I was eating his cock with passion that even your father didn't show. To make matters worse, I looked at him and smiled, like a good compliant slut. At that moment, I didn't understand why I was behaving this way, but it didn't matter because my only goal was to eat all that cock. To make matters worse, it was so big that when I put it in my mouth, it made me salivate a lot, and I started drooling all over the place. But I didn't stop giving him blowjobs or swallowing it all. I was out of control. I don't know how long I was sucking his cock, but I know it was for a while. Obviously, he came all over my face and in my mouth. I swallowed as much cum as I could, but since there was so much, some of it ended up dripping down my tits. I kept sucking until I left it clean, then got up. While I was washing my face, the guy came out of the bathroom. Maybe he had enough cum or thought I wouldn't be willing to do more... but honestly, I don't know how I would have reacted if he had tried to grab me. But I know... I would have let him. I was really hot. But good, maybe he didn't want it again... because he left; otherwise, I would have behaved very badly. And still, of what I did. I gave him some time, for him to go back to the pool, and in that interval, I grabbed the thermos, hit it against a wall, and broke it. I went back with the Termo sonando like broken glass, and I sat down beside my husband. I told him I had delayed because my thermos had broken, and I tried to see if they sold one nearby at the hotel. He believed me, and grabbed my hand without suspecting that I'd just given a blow job to some guy. Neither could I believe it. I had always criticized women who cheated on their husbands, and I got angry every time they called me a slut. But there I was, sitting there like nothing had happened, after giving a tremendous blow job to a stranger. I felt like trash, but at the same time I was excited. A few minutes later I had to go up to my room to give myself a masturbation.
At that moment Julian started to ejaculate, he did it in large jets, which fell onto Diana's hand, which at no point released the cock. She helped him, moving her hand a bit, until he, between spasms of pleasure, let out the last jet of semen.
—Ah, good... how did you finish it up! —She looked at her hand, covered by the white liquid.
Ow... sorry.
Ah, silly... how are you going to ask for forgiveness? It would have been rare if you hadn't ended up after telling me those things. I may be your mother, but I'm not naive. I know you've imagined yourself in a similar situation; but with another woman.
—Oh... yeah, sure... with another woman. It was that very... morbid moments. Now are you going to tell me about the guy you met? That other guy...
I'll tell you that tomorrow.
What? Why?
Because I think you had enough stimulation for a day... look how you left my hand, she extended her fingers, threads of semen formed between them. Tomorrow I'll tell you everything.
Ugh, okay.
He wanted to know more about his mother's adventures; but Diana had already made a decision. He would have to put up with the suspense for at least one more day. At least he had finished it and wouldn't have to go to her room to continue working alone. But he knew that, with the fever he had, it wouldn't be long before his cock woke up again. He was grateful to have all of his mother's photos available as inspiration.
Okay, now I would appreciate it if you'd leave me alone for a little bit,
Julián didn't feel like leaving, but he didn't want to start an argument; he left without saying anything, closing the door as he went out.
Diana spread her legs and brought the word pussy to her hand full of semen. She started masturbating using this white and thick liquid as lubricant. She was tempted to lick her fingers, but told herself that would be too much. Despite the taste of semen might excite her a lot, it was her son's semen. As she touched herself, she remembered anecdotes Julián had told her, and couldn't help but imagine her son's cock instead of those men. She told herself this was because the memory of those men's penises was already fuzzy, and that she had seen Julián's cock just seconds before... even had it inside her mouth. That's why when she imagined the blow job she had given to the hotel type, she could only imagine sucking her own son off. This filled her with guilt and morbidness, in equal parts. She was too hot to stop thinking clearly, let her mind guide her wherever she wanted. She saw herself on her knees, swallowing her son's cock just as she had done minutes before; but now imagined sucking it with the same passion as the hotel type. Even saw herself begging for semen... wanted to taste it.
Diana licked her fingers without even realizing it, doing it like a reflex action. The taste of semen intoxicated her, instead of pulling away her hand, she licked every corner of it as if it were a cat grooming itself. In her mind, she repeated the phrase: “Ah, yes, ah yes... what yummy cock... give me all the cum!” Her other hand was rubbing her clitoris with intention.
—Shout, at full lung!
In just a few seconds the door to the room opened, Julian had his cock hard because he had been masturbating... and it got even harder when he saw his mother contouring herself in such a sexual way.
Is something wrong, mom?
Bring the camera... quickly, he said, not stopping to jerk off violently... Give it, quickly.
Julián left and reappeared almost instantly with a camera in hand.
Come... —she said, as she saw him—. Come on, come...
The boy got on the bed and started taking pictures of his mother, she had her face in an erotic expression of pleasure. Of genuine pleasure.
Put the cock in my mouth... all of it!
Julián looked at her with his eyes wide open, but was clever enough not to ask anything. He grabbed his hard cock and shoved it into the mouth of his mother. When the cock entered, Diana received it as if it were one of her lovers', clung to it tightly closing her lips. She didn't move, just stayed quiet, but was sure that the expression of pleasure on her face would be genuine. Anyone who saw those photos would think she was really sucking the cock.
He arrived at orgasm and forced himself to release the cock because otherwise he would have started sucking it savagely. He twisted in bed while inserting his fingers and let Julian take as many photos as he thought necessary. The boy didn't waste much time on this, left the camera aside and there, kneeling in front of his mother, started to jerk off. He did it with such intensity that in a few seconds he was already feeling that great wave of pleasure rising from his testicles, he was about to cum again. He grabbed one of his mother's legs and separated it from the other as much as possible. He brought the cock close enough to her pussy so that his glans touched it more than once. He was surprised to see Diana opening her pussy lips almost as if she were asking him to stick his cock in. He didn't do it, but he did start filling her with cum. While finishing, he got his cock so close to the hole of her pussy that his glans penetrated a little, releasing a powerful jet of semen inside. He retreated, afraid his mother would get angry, and let out the rest of his cum.
With shaking hands, Julian grabbed the camera... if his mother asked him why he had done such a thing, then he would use the excuse as always: 'It was for photos, Mom'. He captured a few images and, to his surprise, Diana didn't say anything. She remained with her legs open, exhausted by fatigue. Semen dripped from her vaginal lips, giving the impression that someone had recently had sex with her.
In Diana's mind, different arguments collided with each other. On one side, she was scared because of her own way of acting and how much Julian had gotten close to her pussy. But on the other side, she had enjoyed one of the most intense sexual experiences in recent years. She had her eyes closed, but liked to imagine herself open-legged, covered in sweat, with semen dripping from her pussy. She tried to put aside bad thoughts so as not to ruin the photo business.
I'm going to want those photos, he said. I'll be making myself come like a thousand times looking at them... they must be really hardcore.
I'm that, I assured Julian, with a big smile - You're so promiscuous, mom.
That made Diana smile. She enjoyed feeling like a slut for at least a little while. She knew that the next time she talked about sex with her son, she could give him all the details of what really happened with her 'great lover', as she liked to call it.
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Julián wasn't sure how long he should stay there, but he liked feeling the warmth of his mother's mouth surrounding his cock so much that he didn't want to retreat. However, it was she who did it, after a few seconds.
—What's up? —he asked.
I think he's getting better.
Diana sat on the bed, leaving her legs slightly apart, her fingers still caressing her vagina, although now they were doing so with less intensity. Julian also returned to sit beside her, and like her, he remained stimulating his sex.
Know something? Asked the blonde. Once I was with a man who had it big like you.
What? Really? I thought you had only been with Dad.
And how do you know I'm not talking about him?
Why didn't you refer to him as 'a man'?
In that you're right. Well, the thing is your father wasn't the only man in my life, although he was the most important... well, without telling you, you know what I'm referring to.
Yes... and when were you with this other man?
—It was many years ago, you were a kid. I never told you, but your father and I were apart for almost a year.
What, for real?
Because he cheated on me with someone else...
Didn't Dad cheat on you? He asked incredulously. I always thought he was the best man in the world.
—And it was... but good men also get screwed over. When I found out, I couldn't believe it, I got very sick... never had I felt so betrayed.
If it hurts you to talk about that, don't tell me.
No, it doesn't hurt me anymore, it was a long time ago. Besides, it's time you knew, since you're grown up now. Well... if you really want to know.
Yes, please. Tell me.
—Okay. The thing is that when I found out about the infidelity, I kicked him out of the house. He had to move into an apartment. You, as you were always so attached to your dad, would ask about him all the time, and I'd tell you he was on a trip and would be back soon.
I remember that... and I know he came back.
I had to swallow my pride and tell your father to come back. Well, actually it wasn't that simple, what happened is I felt very guilty... because during that time I also jerked off.
—But they were separated, I don't know if she counts...
We were still husband and wife, we just weren't together anymore. Plus, we had made a kind of agreement: during the time of separation, we would be alone. We would use that time only as an opportunity to think about our marriage, not to go out and hook up with the first person who crossed our path. He promised me he'd stay faithful, and I promised him the same. We had some pretty ugly arguments, but that was the agreement.
What a crazy thing... I never imagined they would have fought that way. Not once did I see them argue.
Because we never discussed in front of you... but nor did we discuss much. Your father was a very good guy, and he knew he had sent a big mess; that's why, when we reached an agreement, he behaved wonderfully towards me. During that time of separation, he was very kind to me, gave me my space, and always treated me with respect. The one who didn't do the same was I.
Are you treating him badly?
—A see... he treated me very well directly, I spoke to him in a good way... well, most of the time. I admit that there were occasions when I talked to him quite badly; but he took it. He preferred that I told him everything and didn't keep anything from him. But beyond that, at certain moments it was almost like going back to our dating phase, and even sometimes I enjoyed chatting with him. What he never knew is that in reality I was treating him much worse. I wasn't respecting my part of the agreement.
Ah, I see now... Was that when you met this guy?
Exactly. This guy didn't have to do much to win me over, I was angry... upset... and honestly, I was also horny. It was like I wanted to pay back your father the evil he did to me. At least that's what I thought at first, but with time I realized it wasn't because of that... but because I wanted to have a sexual adventure. Do you know how many guys made indecent proposals to me? I held firm and said no each time; even in those times when the temptation was very great.
Always I imagined that you had to reject many men in your life.
Yes, men and women... there were several who flirted with me quite directly.
What? Really? I can't imagine you having sex with a woman.
There are many things about me that you never imagined.
Does that mean you did it?
—Want to say that I'm leaving it up to your discretion. Now I'm talking about something else to you.
—Sorry, you're dropping one bomb after another... and it's killing my curiosity —Julian was slowly jacking off while talking to his mother.
So you had many proposals... Which one was the hardest to reject?
—Emm... well, that was once when I went out to dance with my friends, your father and I had been married for some years, and you were already born; but small. I'm not one to go out much, in fact that was one of the last times I entered a discotheque; because every time I go to one I feel guilty... plus it's where I receive most innuendos.
I imagine many must go crazy seeing you with nice clothes and dancing.
Yes, and I'm aware of the impact I had on people, don't think I didn't. That time a guy, young and muscular, started dancing near me; after a while he asked me to dance with him directly. I didn't see it as bad then, so I accepted... I was wearing a red dress, super tight and quite short. Not much time passed until the guy started caressing me, especially on my back. When he tried to do the same with my booty, I pulled his hand away, but I wasn't angry. He had an enchanting smile, was a handsome guy and didn't seem dangerous, just hot... and well, I was too. I kept dancing with him, and pulled his hand away each time I had to, although sometimes he let me get away with it for a bit on my ass or legs. Of course, the guy realized I was giving in, so he got bolder. He leaned against my back, and while doing so, he groped my tits a little. Plus, I could feel he had an important bulge. I should have gotten away, but instead I started dancing sensually. Almost without realizing it, the guy started leading me to the darkest corner of the club. There, the touches and caresses became much more evident. I kept pulling his hand away, but on several occasions he managed to touch my pussy above the thong. By that point in the night, I already felt very guilty, didn't know how I was going to explain all this to my husband; but also couldn't stop... I was too hot. The guy leaned against me from behind, we were in a corner where no one could see us, I wasn't even looking at the people nearby. That's when I felt him pull out his cock... it was hard. I know because I grabbed it with my hand. It was big, quite bigger than my husband's. That's when I should have left, but I stayed for a bit more. The guy took advantage of it, pulled down my thong and started caressing my pussy... I felt like a slut, no one had touched me there since I got married to your dad...
—Was that when you left? —Asked Julian.
Ah... no... I didn't let myself be touched. The guy even went so far as to put his fingers on me... I was very hot, and had a bit of a cloudy head, I'd been taking a little something; but not enough to justify my behavior.
And what happened next?
After that something happened to me that I deeply regret. The guy put his cock against my pussy and started pushing it in. And I... instead of moving away, I adjusted and backed up so it could go in... you don't know how much it hurt, they had never penetrated me with something so big before. But at the same time it was the most pleasant sensation I had experienced until then. Never told your dad about that either. The guy grabbed my tits with force and kept pushing until he pushed it all the way in. I was on tiptoes, legs apart, and my Booty lifted; ready to be taken. That's when the remorse became even greater because I really was willing to let myself get taken by a stranger inside a bowling alley. I practically ran out of there, ashamed and adjusting my clothes as best I could. I never saw that guy again and luckily he didn't follow me.
—Ugh... —Julian was getting himself off with enthusiasm—. I didn't imagine you'd get so into it. Doesn't that count as infidelity?
I don't know... maybe yes. But I really tried hard, until I convinced myself that it wasn't. Although now, analyzing it a bit, maybe it could count as infidelity.
I imagine that something similar must have happened to you before.
Yes, but never so ruthless. Sometimes they were just hints, or some accidental touch. But...
—But? —Since Diana didn't say anything, Julian insisted—. Come on, mom, you can tell me whatever it is, I'll love you just the same. It doesn't matter if you weren't perfect during your marriage. That's your business and Dad's. He also screwed up his share.
It's fine... with the 'but' I was referring to that there were other times when they almost cheated on infidelity; or even maybe they did, although I tried to convince myself they didn't.
I want to know about those times.
Diana saw her son's cock and as he kept wanking himself. She understood perfectly why he was so interested in his stories. They were hot, she was getting wet every time he told those anecdotes. She was having a good time with her son... a slightly turbulent and strange moment; but after the photo sessions, she was getting used to that.
—Okay, let me think, —she said, while stroking her pussy. She looked at Julian's cock one more time—. Wait, before I try something. Permission...
She lowered her head and without stopping, swallowed most of her son's cock. He remained motionless, enjoying the moment. The warmth of his mother's mouth was so pleasant that he was about to ejaculate. However, making a great effort, he restrained himself. One thing was that his mom would let him cum on her body so he could take some photos... but he knew she would be very angry if he came inside her mouth.
It's a very strange feeling, Diana said, when she let go of the cock. It reminds me of something that happened once when your father and I went on a long weekend to a lovely hotel; it was mini vacations. We couldn't afford something very expensive, but we needed to relax. You were little, and we left you abandoned there, she said with a tone of mockery; Julian smiled. It doesn't matter, what matters is that we were alone, and the hotel was precious. It had a divine pool, and since it was off-season, there weren't many people. I liked that, because I could walk around in a bikini without everyone staring at me. Back then it was something that made me very uncomfortable. But having few people didn't mean there wasn't anyone.
There was a type...
—Yes... and that guy was attractive. He was alone, had the look of those self-centered businessmen who spend all day at the gym and take care of themselves, although I think he wasn't even fifty years old. His eyes would go out every time I walked by him. He didn't hide it a bit, not even once when your dad gave him a warning for the way he was looking at me. The one who didn't have much charm went with me. One afternoon, your father and I were in the pool, and that guy was there too. I went into the hotel to get some towels, and he followed me. He started telling me how beautiful I was and that he couldn't understand why I had married a man without charm. He said he could give me a lot of pleasure if I was willing to receive it, or in other words, directly invited me to have sex with him. Obviously, I told him no. But he kept insisting. He took advantage of every moment I was away from your dad during the whole weekend, telling me outrageous things and flattering me discreetly. The last day of our mini-vacation, that guy approached me when I went in to get water for the thermos. He knew time was running out, and if he had had a minimum of subtlety, he lost it at that moment. Before we could be seen by any hotel employee, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock; he said: This is what I have for you, beautiful slut. I looked surprised, and in that moment, I should have yelled at him or even reported him for sexual harassment. But I was so impressed by the size of his cock... and the way he told me, that I got wet. I looked around, and saw no one was there. I signaled for him to come closer, and we ended up in one of the hotel bathrooms. The guy didn't waste any time; as soon as we were inside, he took off his shorts, leaving his cock hanging... extension. I had it all depilated, and it was bigger than your father's... more or less like yours. —Diana caressed her son's cock—. I was very wet, and not because of the pool water. I'd like to tell you that I doubted it, or that I almost left; but that would be lying. I entered totally decided, and did it. I got down on my knees, and without much preamble, I put all that cock in my mouth. I loved feeling how it got hard inside my mouth... I loved the stiffness... the size... I loved when the guy called me a slut and asked me to keep sucking. I would have seemed like a prostitute or a porn actress. There I was, in a bathroom, with a stranger, moving my head like a professional head master. I was eating his cock with passion that even your father didn't show. To make matters worse, I looked at him and smiled, like a good compliant slut. At that moment, I didn't understand why I was behaving this way, but it didn't matter because my only goal was to eat all that cock. To make matters worse, it was so big that when I put it in my mouth, it made me salivate a lot, and I started drooling all over the place. But I didn't stop giving him blowjobs or swallowing it all. I was out of control. I don't know how long I was sucking his cock, but I know it was for a while. Obviously, he came all over my face and in my mouth. I swallowed as much cum as I could, but since there was so much, some of it ended up dripping down my tits. I kept sucking until I left it clean, then got up. While I was washing my face, the guy came out of the bathroom. Maybe he had enough cum or thought I wouldn't be willing to do more... but honestly, I don't know how I would have reacted if he had tried to grab me. But I know... I would have let him. I was really hot. But good, maybe he didn't want it again... because he left; otherwise, I would have behaved very badly. And still, of what I did. I gave him some time, for him to go back to the pool, and in that interval, I grabbed the thermos, hit it against a wall, and broke it. I went back with the Termo sonando like broken glass, and I sat down beside my husband. I told him I had delayed because my thermos had broken, and I tried to see if they sold one nearby at the hotel. He believed me, and grabbed my hand without suspecting that I'd just given a blow job to some guy. Neither could I believe it. I had always criticized women who cheated on their husbands, and I got angry every time they called me a slut. But there I was, sitting there like nothing had happened, after giving a tremendous blow job to a stranger. I felt like trash, but at the same time I was excited. A few minutes later I had to go up to my room to give myself a masturbation.
At that moment Julian started to ejaculate, he did it in large jets, which fell onto Diana's hand, which at no point released the cock. She helped him, moving her hand a bit, until he, between spasms of pleasure, let out the last jet of semen.
—Ah, good... how did you finish it up! —She looked at her hand, covered by the white liquid.
Ow... sorry.
Ah, silly... how are you going to ask for forgiveness? It would have been rare if you hadn't ended up after telling me those things. I may be your mother, but I'm not naive. I know you've imagined yourself in a similar situation; but with another woman.
—Oh... yeah, sure... with another woman. It was that very... morbid moments. Now are you going to tell me about the guy you met? That other guy...
I'll tell you that tomorrow.
What? Why?
Because I think you had enough stimulation for a day... look how you left my hand, she extended her fingers, threads of semen formed between them. Tomorrow I'll tell you everything.
Ugh, okay.
He wanted to know more about his mother's adventures; but Diana had already made a decision. He would have to put up with the suspense for at least one more day. At least he had finished it and wouldn't have to go to her room to continue working alone. But he knew that, with the fever he had, it wouldn't be long before his cock woke up again. He was grateful to have all of his mother's photos available as inspiration.
Okay, now I would appreciate it if you'd leave me alone for a little bit,
Julián didn't feel like leaving, but he didn't want to start an argument; he left without saying anything, closing the door as he went out.
Diana spread her legs and brought the word pussy to her hand full of semen. She started masturbating using this white and thick liquid as lubricant. She was tempted to lick her fingers, but told herself that would be too much. Despite the taste of semen might excite her a lot, it was her son's semen. As she touched herself, she remembered anecdotes Julián had told her, and couldn't help but imagine her son's cock instead of those men. She told herself this was because the memory of those men's penises was already fuzzy, and that she had seen Julián's cock just seconds before... even had it inside her mouth. That's why when she imagined the blow job she had given to the hotel type, she could only imagine sucking her own son off. This filled her with guilt and morbidness, in equal parts. She was too hot to stop thinking clearly, let her mind guide her wherever she wanted. She saw herself on her knees, swallowing her son's cock just as she had done minutes before; but now imagined sucking it with the same passion as the hotel type. Even saw herself begging for semen... wanted to taste it.
Diana licked her fingers without even realizing it, doing it like a reflex action. The taste of semen intoxicated her, instead of pulling away her hand, she licked every corner of it as if it were a cat grooming itself. In her mind, she repeated the phrase: “Ah, yes, ah yes... what yummy cock... give me all the cum!” Her other hand was rubbing her clitoris with intention.
—Shout, at full lung!
In just a few seconds the door to the room opened, Julian had his cock hard because he had been masturbating... and it got even harder when he saw his mother contouring herself in such a sexual way.
Is something wrong, mom?
Bring the camera... quickly, he said, not stopping to jerk off violently... Give it, quickly.
Julián left and reappeared almost instantly with a camera in hand.
Come... —she said, as she saw him—. Come on, come...
The boy got on the bed and started taking pictures of his mother, she had her face in an erotic expression of pleasure. Of genuine pleasure.
Put the cock in my mouth... all of it!
Julián looked at her with his eyes wide open, but was clever enough not to ask anything. He grabbed his hard cock and shoved it into the mouth of his mother. When the cock entered, Diana received it as if it were one of her lovers', clung to it tightly closing her lips. She didn't move, just stayed quiet, but was sure that the expression of pleasure on her face would be genuine. Anyone who saw those photos would think she was really sucking the cock.
He arrived at orgasm and forced himself to release the cock because otherwise he would have started sucking it savagely. He twisted in bed while inserting his fingers and let Julian take as many photos as he thought necessary. The boy didn't waste much time on this, left the camera aside and there, kneeling in front of his mother, started to jerk off. He did it with such intensity that in a few seconds he was already feeling that great wave of pleasure rising from his testicles, he was about to cum again. He grabbed one of his mother's legs and separated it from the other as much as possible. He brought the cock close enough to her pussy so that his glans touched it more than once. He was surprised to see Diana opening her pussy lips almost as if she were asking him to stick his cock in. He didn't do it, but he did start filling her with cum. While finishing, he got his cock so close to the hole of her pussy that his glans penetrated a little, releasing a powerful jet of semen inside. He retreated, afraid his mother would get angry, and let out the rest of his cum.
With shaking hands, Julian grabbed the camera... if his mother asked him why he had done such a thing, then he would use the excuse as always: 'It was for photos, Mom'. He captured a few images and, to his surprise, Diana didn't say anything. She remained with her legs open, exhausted by fatigue. Semen dripped from her vaginal lips, giving the impression that someone had recently had sex with her.
In Diana's mind, different arguments collided with each other. On one side, she was scared because of her own way of acting and how much Julian had gotten close to her pussy. But on the other side, she had enjoyed one of the most intense sexual experiences in recent years. She had her eyes closed, but liked to imagine herself open-legged, covered in sweat, with semen dripping from her pussy. She tried to put aside bad thoughts so as not to ruin the photo business.
I'm going to want those photos, he said. I'll be making myself come like a thousand times looking at them... they must be really hardcore.
I'm that, I assured Julian, with a big smile - You're so promiscuous, mom.
That made Diana smile. She enjoyed feeling like a slut for at least a little while. She knew that the next time she talked about sex with her son, she could give him all the details of what really happened with her 'great lover', as she liked to call it.
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