It passed a month since the encounter in public with Graciela. She was avoiding me all that time. Until one day I saw her with puffy and shiny eyes. She didn't talk to anyone all afternoon. Then, I left before and waited for her downstairs on San Martin Street.
- What's up Gra?
- Oh, nene. I'm bad, don't mess with me.
This time she seemed serious, totally devastated. She turned around and wanted to walk in the opposite direction. Then, I grabbed her arm and said:
- What happened this time? Did someone do something to you? Did I do something?
- My things.
- We know each other well enough, something happened to you.
- Mateo left on Saturday - she said between sobs -
- And what happened?
- No, nothing. He came back almost unconscious, his friends brought him.
- Did he get hit in the head? Is that why you're upset?
- I accompanied him to the bathroom, made him vomit and it got all over with vomit. So I undressed him and bathed him. I touched everything Dieguito, I couldn't hold back.
- But what did you do?
- Nothing, I gave him a masturbation, but he didn't stop. He just got a little hard and was babbling. So I dried him off and stopped. I took him to his room, turned on the air and covered him.
- Don't feel bad, if that's what he also wanted Gra. That's why he came back like that, exploding at home.
- Around 4 am, I woke up because Maia (her daughter and Mateo's sister) came, then I went back to his room to see how he was and stayed by his side. Then, I touched him again but his cock stopped immediately. While he was babbling, I sucked him off again, don't know how hard it got. I pulled out a breast there while having the cock in my mouth. Don't know what happened. It ended me right away.
- Again, I saw myself excited in the middle of the street. This time on Córdoba Avenue going to Alem. I was invaded again by all his incestuous desires, trying to understand mine. She was worse, again those disoriented eyes and nervous lips. So, without warning or anything, she invited me to the hotel. We took a taxi from Córdoba and Madero. Her psychological state was more than strange, almost to the point of madness. The face of concern contrasted with his hand that didn't leave my cock, while the taxi driver was spying through the rearview mirror.
As I got out of the taxi, I said:
- Gra, you have nothing to be sorry for. Did he say anything about it? Did he remember?
- No, or maybe. The next day he woke up as normal and thanked me and I thought he remembered everything! He told me, thanks for bathing me and changing my clothes. It's like he knew everything that happened!
We arrived at the hotel and just inside, he grabbed my hair, threw me onto the bed with my ass up, and penetrated me while running his hand over my underwear. My pussy was wetter than ever. She groaned like a lioness, almost screaming, calling out to her son's name: Perforame, Mateo. I got hotter and told her, Yes, Mom, you've got it and penetrated her ass. I started spitting on her ass and giving her more force. Until she was screaming and asked me to: call him Mateo, call them all. So I filled up her ass. She was so excited that after unloading everything, I kept pumping with my cock still hard for another two minutes.
She immediately went to take a bath. This time, smiling. I couldn't believe what I saw: Graciela was in great shape, her booty paraded, her pancake barely prominent and her tits slightly sagging but pointed over the nipple. Not bad for 52 years. She invited me to take a bath. Her tired eyes looked at me with complicity, she knelt down and started sucking my cock. And then she said come here, get like this: she made me kneel in front of her. Then she began to urinate on my chest and neck, with her eyes closed and biting her lips. It was my first golden shower and my cock was hard again. We caught each other a few more times, without silence or mystery.
From that day on, we never spoke about her incestuous experiences again. Although I didn't know if they were real or just a fantasy she told me to get hot. I always preferred to leave it that way.
In the short time it lasted, it was a beautiful, occasional relationship. without commitments nor rolls. We took the times we wanted, touring through them, sometimes on the streets of Retiro and even on the stinky office carpet.
- What's up Gra?
- Oh, nene. I'm bad, don't mess with me.
This time she seemed serious, totally devastated. She turned around and wanted to walk in the opposite direction. Then, I grabbed her arm and said:
- What happened this time? Did someone do something to you? Did I do something?
- My things.
- We know each other well enough, something happened to you.
- Mateo left on Saturday - she said between sobs -
- And what happened?
- No, nothing. He came back almost unconscious, his friends brought him.
- Did he get hit in the head? Is that why you're upset?
- I accompanied him to the bathroom, made him vomit and it got all over with vomit. So I undressed him and bathed him. I touched everything Dieguito, I couldn't hold back.
- But what did you do?
- Nothing, I gave him a masturbation, but he didn't stop. He just got a little hard and was babbling. So I dried him off and stopped. I took him to his room, turned on the air and covered him.
- Don't feel bad, if that's what he also wanted Gra. That's why he came back like that, exploding at home.
- Around 4 am, I woke up because Maia (her daughter and Mateo's sister) came, then I went back to his room to see how he was and stayed by his side. Then, I touched him again but his cock stopped immediately. While he was babbling, I sucked him off again, don't know how hard it got. I pulled out a breast there while having the cock in my mouth. Don't know what happened. It ended me right away.
- Again, I saw myself excited in the middle of the street. This time on Córdoba Avenue going to Alem. I was invaded again by all his incestuous desires, trying to understand mine. She was worse, again those disoriented eyes and nervous lips. So, without warning or anything, she invited me to the hotel. We took a taxi from Córdoba and Madero. Her psychological state was more than strange, almost to the point of madness. The face of concern contrasted with his hand that didn't leave my cock, while the taxi driver was spying through the rearview mirror.
As I got out of the taxi, I said:
- Gra, you have nothing to be sorry for. Did he say anything about it? Did he remember?
- No, or maybe. The next day he woke up as normal and thanked me and I thought he remembered everything! He told me, thanks for bathing me and changing my clothes. It's like he knew everything that happened!
We arrived at the hotel and just inside, he grabbed my hair, threw me onto the bed with my ass up, and penetrated me while running his hand over my underwear. My pussy was wetter than ever. She groaned like a lioness, almost screaming, calling out to her son's name: Perforame, Mateo. I got hotter and told her, Yes, Mom, you've got it and penetrated her ass. I started spitting on her ass and giving her more force. Until she was screaming and asked me to: call him Mateo, call them all. So I filled up her ass. She was so excited that after unloading everything, I kept pumping with my cock still hard for another two minutes.
She immediately went to take a bath. This time, smiling. I couldn't believe what I saw: Graciela was in great shape, her booty paraded, her pancake barely prominent and her tits slightly sagging but pointed over the nipple. Not bad for 52 years. She invited me to take a bath. Her tired eyes looked at me with complicity, she knelt down and started sucking my cock. And then she said come here, get like this: she made me kneel in front of her. Then she began to urinate on my chest and neck, with her eyes closed and biting her lips. It was my first golden shower and my cock was hard again. We caught each other a few more times, without silence or mystery.
From that day on, we never spoke about her incestuous experiences again. Although I didn't know if they were real or just a fantasy she told me to get hot. I always preferred to leave it that way.
In the short time it lasted, it was a beautiful, occasional relationship. without commitments nor rolls. We took the times we wanted, touring through them, sometimes on the streets of Retiro and even on the stinky office carpet.
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