Continuation of the previous story...
After that night everything changed in my life, the way I looked at my mother... I desired her, every time she bent down I'd put myself behind her to see her underwear or in front of her to see her cleft.
Every night I could touch her, not as much as I would have liked because I didn't want her to wake up and get angry.
My uncle's porn magazines no longer excited me, every erection was for my mother.
One day while my mother was showering, I took the clean underwear she was going to put on, it was made of cotton with a small lace in front. I took the underwear and put it on the pillow and started rubbing my cock against it as if I were screwing my mother. When I was about to come, I grabbed the underwear and came inside it, in the piece of fabric that would be in contact with my mother's pussy, I left it dripping because I think I had never ejaculated so much before. After a few seconds, I started worrying... What if my mother noticed and got angry with me? Or worse, what if she got pregnant? (as I said, I was still inexperienced when it came to women).
So many were my fears that I took some toilet paper and prepared to clean up, but then I heard my mother coming out of the bathroom, so I couldn't clean it properly, knowing I had left not only wet underwear but also semen residue.
My mother entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her body, I was on the floor playing but looking at her sideways, she took the underwear and put it on, must have noticed it was wet because she touched her cleft and gave me a strange look, smelled her hand and didn't say anything, put on her nightgown and left the bedroom giving me a smile.
My mother was a very modest and religious woman, I knew she only had one boyfriend and arrived at marriage still a virgin.
At night when my grandmother and sister were asleep, my mother and I would stay up talking about many things... Bible passages, we started talking about the metaphors that were in it like in the Bible it says that eating pork is a sin because it's an animal that transmits diseases to humans or that wine is also a sin because alcohol makes us be another person... I don't know how the topic came up, I don't remember well, but my mom told me about the sin of having sex with family members. Talking about the topic we concluded that the Bible condemned those actions due to the problem of consanguinity, but what left me most troubled was my mom's conclusion in summary she told me that with a condom there was no sin...
After saying that I went into the bathroom claiming I had to pee and I jerked off after which my cock was still hard so I had to jerk off twice more to bring down my heat. What did my mom want to say with what she said? That night I couldn't sleep thinking about what we had talked about.
The next day my mom behaved normally, I kept looking at her sideways every time I could to look at her beautiful body.
That night and after we were alone again we went back to our life talks... I don't know how my mom brought up the topic but we ended up talking about women, my mom told me that women were very bad, that I had to be careful with them, that there were women who tempted men to get pregnant and thus catch them. I listened and nodded with my head but didn't understand the depth of what she was trying to tell me. But it left me frozen when she said:
The day you need to relieve yourself as a man I'll take you to a prostitute, that way you won't run the risk of getting caught by any woman who might give you some disease... Better the day you have male instincts tell me, I'm your mom and I never want anything bad for you.
Those words left me frozen, I didn't know what to say, all I could do was nod with my head. I came in my underwear after hearing That, but I was so cut off that I couldn't say anything. The next day my mother was just like always, as if the conversation from the previous night had never happened. But I couldn't get the question out of my mind: whether my mother was asking me to screw her, it was impossible for that to be true, but... why was she talking about these things now when she had always been so modest and reserved?. Every time I went out to the street and said goodbye to my mother, we would give each other a little kiss on the lips, that afternoon I wanted to take another step to see what happened. When I was going out to the street, my mother came with me to the door and while we were giving each other a little kiss, I took out my tongue and not only touched her lips but also introduced it into her mouth, just for a little bit. I expected an angry reaction, but my mother smiled at me and told me not to delay. I didn't delay anything, five minutes later I was back, my mother was surprised to see that I had come back so quickly, and when I said there were no kids on the street, I gave her a strong hug full of joy and we gave each other another little kiss, this time I introduced my tongue into her mouth again and noticed how our tongues brushed against each other for an instant. From that day on I was looking for the opportunity to give each other a little kiss, to touch her lips or put my tongue in her mouth for a few seconds... and sometimes my mother would brush her tongue against mine.
After that night everything changed in my life, the way I looked at my mother... I desired her, every time she bent down I'd put myself behind her to see her underwear or in front of her to see her cleft.
Every night I could touch her, not as much as I would have liked because I didn't want her to wake up and get angry.
My uncle's porn magazines no longer excited me, every erection was for my mother.
One day while my mother was showering, I took the clean underwear she was going to put on, it was made of cotton with a small lace in front. I took the underwear and put it on the pillow and started rubbing my cock against it as if I were screwing my mother. When I was about to come, I grabbed the underwear and came inside it, in the piece of fabric that would be in contact with my mother's pussy, I left it dripping because I think I had never ejaculated so much before. After a few seconds, I started worrying... What if my mother noticed and got angry with me? Or worse, what if she got pregnant? (as I said, I was still inexperienced when it came to women).
So many were my fears that I took some toilet paper and prepared to clean up, but then I heard my mother coming out of the bathroom, so I couldn't clean it properly, knowing I had left not only wet underwear but also semen residue.
My mother entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her body, I was on the floor playing but looking at her sideways, she took the underwear and put it on, must have noticed it was wet because she touched her cleft and gave me a strange look, smelled her hand and didn't say anything, put on her nightgown and left the bedroom giving me a smile.
My mother was a very modest and religious woman, I knew she only had one boyfriend and arrived at marriage still a virgin.
At night when my grandmother and sister were asleep, my mother and I would stay up talking about many things... Bible passages, we started talking about the metaphors that were in it like in the Bible it says that eating pork is a sin because it's an animal that transmits diseases to humans or that wine is also a sin because alcohol makes us be another person... I don't know how the topic came up, I don't remember well, but my mom told me about the sin of having sex with family members. Talking about the topic we concluded that the Bible condemned those actions due to the problem of consanguinity, but what left me most troubled was my mom's conclusion in summary she told me that with a condom there was no sin...
After saying that I went into the bathroom claiming I had to pee and I jerked off after which my cock was still hard so I had to jerk off twice more to bring down my heat. What did my mom want to say with what she said? That night I couldn't sleep thinking about what we had talked about.
The next day my mom behaved normally, I kept looking at her sideways every time I could to look at her beautiful body.
That night and after we were alone again we went back to our life talks... I don't know how my mom brought up the topic but we ended up talking about women, my mom told me that women were very bad, that I had to be careful with them, that there were women who tempted men to get pregnant and thus catch them. I listened and nodded with my head but didn't understand the depth of what she was trying to tell me. But it left me frozen when she said:
The day you need to relieve yourself as a man I'll take you to a prostitute, that way you won't run the risk of getting caught by any woman who might give you some disease... Better the day you have male instincts tell me, I'm your mom and I never want anything bad for you.
Those words left me frozen, I didn't know what to say, all I could do was nod with my head. I came in my underwear after hearing That, but I was so cut off that I couldn't say anything. The next day my mother was just like always, as if the conversation from the previous night had never happened. But I couldn't get the question out of my mind: whether my mother was asking me to screw her, it was impossible for that to be true, but... why was she talking about these things now when she had always been so modest and reserved?. Every time I went out to the street and said goodbye to my mother, we would give each other a little kiss on the lips, that afternoon I wanted to take another step to see what happened. When I was going out to the street, my mother came with me to the door and while we were giving each other a little kiss, I took out my tongue and not only touched her lips but also introduced it into her mouth, just for a little bit. I expected an angry reaction, but my mother smiled at me and told me not to delay. I didn't delay anything, five minutes later I was back, my mother was surprised to see that I had come back so quickly, and when I said there were no kids on the street, I gave her a strong hug full of joy and we gave each other another little kiss, this time I introduced my tongue into her mouth again and noticed how our tongues brushed against each other for an instant. From that day on I was looking for the opportunity to give each other a little kiss, to touch her lips or put my tongue in her mouth for a few seconds... and sometimes my mother would brush her tongue against mine.
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