Madre puta, pero no infiel

It was Saturday night, I was about to confirm a date with a girl I met on Instagram. Casualty, she didn't live too far away, usually the ones who talk to me are from other provinces or worse, neighboring countries.

After talking and getting to know each other better all week, Sofi threw out the idea of meeting up.

Obviously, I said yes, she was pretty and I liked her. I had to get rid of the doubt of whether she'd be the same in person.

But halfway to the agreed-upon location, I received a message from her.

- We won't be able to see each other.- Something must have happened, I thought.- I went back to my ex.

What bad luck do I have, I said to myself. I was about to respond with a short ok, but I deleted it. I searched for the famous meme all whores and sent it.

It seems she took it badly because she blocked me the moment she received it. That made me laugh.

So I had no choice but to get off at the next bus stop and head back home.

Already arriving, it was around midnight, everything looked dark.

I entered quietly, went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed the last bottle of water. I took a sip of water and realized the light coming from the patio. I poked my head out while taking some water.

Almost choked when I saw my mom sitting in the hammock with her legs wide open, licking the tip of a red dildo.

I was stunned, she took the same red dildo to her crotch, moving it up and down without inserting it.

Until she did, just introducing it slightly and at the same time dropping her head back, emitting a faint but perceptible groan.

- Mmmmm.-

I saw her straighten her head and realized she had already inserted more than half of the vibrator into her pussy.

I contemplated in the darkness of the kitchen as she gave herself pleasure by increasing the speed of the in-and-out motion.

- MMMMM.- I heard her moaning.- What tasty...-

Listening to her in this context left me with a strange but not unpleasant sensation. I wanted to see more.

And that's what I got. Much more.

After some minutes of watching her moan and my friend with such vehemence, I took it away from my interior to later leave it on the circular table that had been at his right. From the same table, I saw her grab something, but I don't know what.

She got up from the recliner, turned around halfway, leaving that beautiful ass... visible.

I was aware that she was being anal, but seeing her like that... I think in that moment I stopped seeing her as only my mother. From that moment on, I saw her as a woman. A woman who could be caught.

A woman who would catch me.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Returning to the story. My mother had leaned back with her knees on the recliner. Inclined over the same backrest. Already in this position, with her ass in pomp. She moved her left arm backward and saw what she had grabbed. It was a silver anal plug with a blue heart. I saw how she tried to put it in, but it was complicated for her. So I brought my right arm back and with my hand separated her right buttock. With the most accessible path, the anal plug was entering, causing some facial expressions of pain.

Next, she straightened up, turned her torso around, and looked back.

And is heard like a slap of her hand against her ass.

It seemed strange to me that position. Bah, everything seemed strange to me from the beginning. But I wanted to know what she was looking at. So I diverted my gaze from her being punished and saw... I saw the tripod that had been used once or twice, her cell phone on it.

Now everything made sense about Mom's show.

- Look at Mrs. of the house.- I thought

Seeing her like that, and besides, recording herself. I had to take advantage of it. If not, I would have to catch her.

And I did, went to the door leading to the patio, took a deep breath, and opened it.

Clearing my throat and making myself noticed, I said what I had thought just moments before.

- But look at Mrs. of the house.-

She reacted instantly. She straightened up, adjusted her dress, covering her breasts, which are not her greatest attraction, to be honest. fin.- Why didn't you let me know you arrived?..- I asked while grabbing her phone.-
I didn't want to interrupt your night, mom...- I replied with a smile.-
And Hernesto?- I asked to ease the tension.
Hernesto was my mother's husband; they've been together since I was 10 years old.
He went to a work dinner,-
Ahhh... And you're leaving me alone?- It sounded weird saying it like that.
No... I didn't want to go.- She answered.- You know I don't like going anymore.
It's true, one day she just stopped wanting to accompany Hernesto to those dinners. She never said why. Not even to him or me.
Another time that stupid silence.
- You were...- I finally spoke up.- Making a video for him?
-Ehmm... Yes.- She responded nervously, as if unsure. It seemed like she didn't convince me with her answer and added a bit more confidently.- It was so he could see what he's missing.-
-Jaja, it's a fool.- I said- Leaving that bomb alone...- I added making an allusion to his butt.
Apparenting normality, she excused herself saying she was going to sleep. And she did, leaving for her room.
Seeing how she was walking away, with that swaying of her dress, I thought about the anal plug. The whole time I was talking to her with the plug in my ass.
This got me so excited that I threw myself onto the living room couch, lowered my pants a bit and pulled out my cock to give myself a masturbation. To dedicate it to my mom.
Or that's what I had planned until I heard my mother's footsteps heading towards the kitchen. Quickly, I put my pants back up, adjusted myself a bit so as not to get the typical boner.
I approached the kitchen and there she was, filling the water bottle I had taken out. In another context, she would have broken my balls for refilling the bottles like she always did.
But this time it was different; it was as if she had lost the right to scold me about something.
Now it was my turn. And I made sure to let her know...
- Are you still wearing it?- I asked.
-Whee?- She responded nervously.-
-The plug.- I replied with normality.- Still Do you have it? Without waiting for her response, I led my hand to the end of the dress and lifted it slowly. I started seeing those plump buttocks, I was eager to spank her like she had done herself. But I restrained myself. I lifted a bit more and yes. There was that silver plug with a blue heart. And I saw clearly the humidity of her pussy. From nerves, the fabric of my skirt slipped out of place. And this time I decided, I led my hand under the skirt and probed between those magnificent buttocks. My mother not only didn't say anything, but when she felt my hand touching her intimate parts, she shuddered and with a single movement facilitated my entry even more into her interior. And now I wasn't seeing, but feeling the humidity emanating from her pussy. But then my damn bad luck returned. A sound came from the front door of the house. It was my mother's husband. She in question seconds took away my hand. - Don't tell him anything about the video.- She said and almost ran to her room. I remained dazed with my fingers full of mom's juices. Obviously, I brought my fingers to my mouth to savor their flavor. - I'm going to get you so much, Mom- I said to myself.