Carlos had returned from university to spend the summer at his parents' house. His stretched-out father had converted his room into an office, so the young man was forced to turn part of the attic into a bedroom.
It's fine. He thought grumpily. Anyway, I couldn't bring any girl here anyway.
He was moving some boxes when one broke, scattering an old collection of books, paper, art supplies, and an old camera all over the floor. Grumbling, he starts to pick everything up until he stops at a photo on the floor, which appears to be a naked woman. It looks like his mother, ten or fifteen years younger. She looks embarrassed posing nude. Sitting astride a large leather sofa. She looked good. She looked sexy.
Carlos realizes he has an erection. His mother's inappropriate thoughts start swirling in his head. He looks at some more pictures. The edges of a book barely poking out from under it, obviously hidden and forgotten here.
Shake the book frenetically on the mattress, causing more photos to fall. There were a dozen in total. Starting with her completely dressed. Undressing. Then on all fours sucking a man's cock. Finally, fucking herself with a cucumber.
And if that's not dad? The thought makes it even harder for him. 'And if Dad is a damn cuck?'
Carlos can't help it. He has to jerk off. Looking at his mother's photos.
Some days later, Carlos had masturbated with his mother's photos about a dozen times. His father had gone to work so he thought it was just as good a time as any other.
- Hey mom? Have you ever posed naked for photos anytime? - asks carelessly.
Her mother was cutting vegetables for a stew and froze when she heard the question. Sofia was around forty. She had gained some weight since her youth. Her stomach and butt were definitely larger and rounder. Her breasts were still large, but more droopy. She had more wrinkles around her face, but was still quite attractive. Today she was wearing a pair of blue jogging shorts and a sleeveless top. Carlos could see the straps of her purple bra and a bit of cleavage. She looked good.
He clearly lied to her face, darling.
Carlos smiles while taking a couple of photos on the table. One of them in lingerie. The other, naked. His hands running through his long dark hair.
Oh, God! Where did you get them from? - he asked gasping, grabbing the photos.
Oh, I found a bunch of them in an upper box. Don't worry, I've already copied them.
- Carlos! - she says staring at him in amazement.
I suppose you don't want your acquaintances to find out. - he says smiling.
She slowly shakes her beautiful head.
- Especially the most racy photos.
Oh, no. - She says with a groan.
I'm sure that can't happen. If you do some things for me.
- Are you... are you blackmailing me? What do you want? Money?
- I like thinking it's a thank you for protecting my mother. No, I don't want money. I want more.
- What's more... what? - she asked, distrustful.
You are a beautiful woman. I want you to show me your breasts. - he said without losing the smile from his face.
- Carlos, I am your mother. That... that wouldn't be appropriate. - she protested.
Those photos aren't 'inappropriate', but they're very exciting. If you don't want them to come out, take off your shirt.
She doubts, then she pulls her shirt up over her head. Carlos's cock trembles at the sight of her round belly, then his purple bra with black borders holding her large tits. Now there was a lot of cleavage to look at. However, he was surprised. He thought it would cost him more to convince her.
The bra too.
Her mother nods in resignation. She stretches her hand behind and unfastens the garment that protects her dignity. Breathing deeply, she takes off her bra, leaving her large breasts exposed.
- How pretty! - says Carlos approaching. - I'm sure it doesn't bother you. - he says, lifting his hand and grabbing them.
- Carlos... starts protesting, but doesn't stop fondling.
He squeezes his large orbs. Rolling his hard nipples between the thumb and index finger.
They are magnificent, mother. You're a beautiful woman. - he says to the blushing woman.
Okay? Is that enough?
For now, but you have to do topless until Dad gets home. - he says, walking away from her.
Sofia seems to want to discuss for a moment, but she limits herself to nodding her head, humiliated. Carlos spends most of the day near his mother. Enjoying the view. Watching how her big tits bounce and shake.
Your father will be home soon. - He says at the end of the day.
- Alright, you can put on a t-shirt. But without a bra. - she says after a slight sigh.
Sofia bends her head and goes to her bedroom. When Antonio arrives home, she wears a buttoned blouse that shows her nipples through the fabric, but her husband doesn't even notice. She goes directly to the living room, turning on the TV without even looking at him.
Carlos crosses with his mother in the hallway. She gasps when he pushes her against the wall. He rips open her shirt, causing buttons to fly everywhere. He starts playing with her tits, pinching her nipples, making her have to hold back a scream. He makes her kneel.
Use your amazing tits to excite me. - She whispers, before her surprised gaze. - Better hurry up before Dad gets up.
Carlos pulls out his cock, leaving it in view of Sofía. 'Much bigger than Antonio's'. She thinks when she sees it. Wraps her breasts around his cock and tries to masturbate her son with her breasts. Something she had never done before. She can't stop looking every time the penis tip pokes between her large breasts.
- Hey! Can you bring me a sandwich? - asks Antonio from the living room.
- Oh... sure thing. Right away. - his wife answers back, her son's cock pushing between her large breasts.
You should see if Carlos wants something.
Yes. I'll do it. - she responds.
Too excited to screw his father, Carlos reaches the climax. Sofia shudders when the cock between her breasts fires its white cream onto her face. As his mother steps aside, Carlos grabs his cock and pours the last drips over his mother's large tits. Giving her a kiss, he leaves her there, covered in his sticky semen. He heads to the living room and sits on the sofa.
- Has your mother offered you a snack? - his father asks him from his comfortable armchair.
- He given me what I needed. - smiled back.
Later that night Sofia lay in bed next to her husband. Antonio didn't even notice she wasn't wearing a bra today. His hand slipped into his pajamas. He couldn't stop thinking about Carlos' cock. His fingers started massaging her wet pussy. God, what's happening to me? She thought. Oh God! She whispered in a low voice as a small orgasm washed over her thinking of her son's cock. Her husband snoring softly beside her.
Tuesday, Carlos went with his mother to the store. They needed provisions for the family reunion on Saturday. There would be a couple of dozen people for a big outdoor meal. His mother was wearing a pleated skirt, a bit shorter than usual, and a low-cut blouse that showed a generous cleavage. Carlos wondered if she'd notice he was dressed sexier than usual. He couldn't take his eyes off the way her great ass bounced as she walked. Meanwhile, Sofia tried to ignore her son's constant lecherous glances. Although, every time she became aware of it, it gave her a tingle in her pussy.
They were in the wine section, empty on a Tuesday. Carlos positioned himself behind his mother, pressing his body against hers, making sure she felt his erection rubbing against her butt. He circled around and squeezed her breasts through her blouse.
- Carlos! - Sofia hisses, not wanting to draw attention.
Take your breasts off. - whispers biting his neck. Sending small shivers through her body.
Not here. They could catch us.
Unless you want me to take your naked photos all over the store.
She turns around and pulls up her shirt. He smiles when she takes out her large breasts from the bra. Carlos leans in and sucks one nipple with force while lightly pinching the other, making Sofia let out some gasps. When he switches to his other breast, she finally tries to stop him.
- Okay, you have to stop or they'll catch us.
I'll stop when you take off your panties and hand them over to me. - he says before going back to licking his nipple again.
Sofia hesitates, then puts her hand under her skirt, takes off her panties while her son sucks on her large breasts. Carlos fucks the black lace panties, moving away from his mother as he puts them in his pocket and smiles. That smile causes another spasm in Sofia's pussy as she cups her breasts.
Later, in the cash register, the clerk realizes that Sofia's eyes snap open.
- Is everything okay, ma'am? - he asks her.
- Uh... yes. Everything is fine. - she responds.
Carlos continues rubbing his mom's pussy. His hand has unexpectedly slipped under the back of her skirt. Carlos enjoys the sensation of his mom's pussy, getting wetter each time he pays attention to it. Then he pulls out his hand, grabs the cart and heads to the car, leaving his mother there, wet and confused. When his mother sits in the driver's seat, Carlos can see that she is trembling.
Already at home, Sofia gets into the shower, but doesn't hear Carlos enter. She screams scared when unexpected hands wrap around her soaped-up tits.
- Carlos! This is... this is unacceptable. - he shouts.
- Is that so, mom? - he says calmly.
One hand slides down her large belly, through her wet public hair and over the lips of her pussy.
- Ughh! No... it's not that. - says whimpering.
Support your hands on the wall under the artichoke of the shower. Hot water rains down on her as her son plays with her body. She moans when he slides a finger into her warm love channel. She finds it slippery with lust, and quickly another one follows.
She can't contain herself and has a powerful orgasm while her own son penetrates her with his fingers. A part of her wants those fingers to be the big cock of her son.
- Do you feel better, mom? - Carlos asks. Letting go of her.
- No... no. - He's lying while struggling to breathe.
Give me a good masturbation with soap-covered breasts and I'll leave.
Obediently she gets down on her knees, wrapping the big cock with her breasts. He doesn't last long, splashing her face and tits with his jizz. Then he gets out of the shower, leaving her to finish cleaning herself up.
That night the family sat down to eat together at the round table in the kitchen. With one side leaning against the wall, Carlos sat very close to his mother.
How was your day, dad?
He put mashed potatoes in his mouth with his right hand while his left hand slid over the thigh of his mother. Sofia tries not to respond to her teasing while eating.
Oh, you know how it is... - Antonio starts talking about his boring job.
Carlos lifts his mother's skirt up. She opens her legs, just a little bit, while he slides his fingers between her thighs.
- What an interesting thing. Tell me more. - Carlos says to his father without even paying attention to him.
Sofia lets out a small 'Ep!' when her son's fingers push their way between her lips and pussy. The fingers pushing inside of her.
What's up with you, son? How was your day?
Okay, we went to the store to buy food. I bought a pair of ripe melons for the party. - he says while his fingers caress his mother's clitoris and she desperately tries not to gag. - Although Mom made me return them.
- Ah, what a shame. - his father responds without realizing that his wife is receiving pleasure from his son less than a meter away. - I bet the family would have liked to eat those watermelons on Saturday.
Antonio gets up with his empty plate.
Okay, I have some tasks to do before the news comes on.
Carlos pulls his mother's hand away from her while his father heads towards the sink, leaving Sofia breathing heavily and quickly.
The Wednesday Sofia wore short pants and a t-shirt at home. She hadn't bothered to put on a bra and had made a knot in the lower part of the shirt, leaving her belly exposed. She felt a tingling sensation in her pussy every time she passed by her son. Her eyes were fixed on her tits that moved under the blouse.
Mom. Come here upstairs. - She called out from the attic.
She had to restrain herself from running towards him. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, naked, with his cock like a flag. He signaled for her to come closer and forced her to lie down in his lap like a small girl about to be punished by her father. She grabbed his short pants and pulled them up, revealing most of her ass, and then she whipped her.
She would shudder every time her son's firm hand struck her tender behind. He smiled seeing his broad behind shake and redden. Sofia moaned, with her ass burning from the whippings and her pussy burning with need.
Carlos pulls down Carlos's pants and underwear. His mother opens her legs, silently imploring, but can't hold back the screams when he puts two fingers in her wet pussy. Her orgasm is almost instantaneous. When she calms down, he pushes her to the floor. The roughness with which he treats her excites her even more.
Suck it, mom. Suck his cock and pull out the cum and swallow it. - she orders him.
She takes off her shirt and leans anxiously. Her large breasts rub against her thighs. She savors her son's cock while putting the foreskin in her mouth and caressing his testicles. 'If he looks anything like his father, it will help him come faster' She thinks to herself.
He runs his hands through her dark hair. He loves seeing his mother's face rising and falling over his cock. With a growl, he comes in his mother's mouth without warning her. She tries to swallow every drop of semen that comes out of his balls.
- Mmm, good girl. - he says stroking her head.
The caresses produce exciting shivers in Sofia. Then she pushes him away from her and goes to get dressed, leaving him like a worn-out rag.
Sofia's body buzzed with excitement. Her husband wouldn't be late in arriving and she needed another orgasm. She couldn't go voluntarily to see her son. As long as he had those photos and was the one demanding them, she could tell herself she didn't have a choice, that she wasn't a deviant slut. She desired his cock so much. Was she going to make him beg for it? Beg like a street slut?
He locked himself in his bedroom, looking for the comforter in the drawer of his underwear. A large purple cock that vibrated, although it was cold plastic and not hot like Carlos's cock in his mouth. He got onto the bed pressing his face against the pillow and leaving his ass high. He put the comforter between his legs, putting it into his pussy with a muffled cry.
The mature brunette moaned with pleasure when she turned on the vibrator. She furiously masturbated until she heard her husband's car arriving. She wishes it was her son who would be screwing her from behind. She hits her head against the pillow as Antonio gets out of his car. She comes with force, muffling her cries of passion with the pillow as he enters the house. She collapses on the bed, knowing she needs to move before her husband finds her in that state.
Carlos is in the kitchen with his mother behind him, preparing dinner. He can see his father in the living room because there was a bar between the two rooms. A relic of the 1970s that had not been renovated. His mother walks by and he grabs her silently, pushing her down to her knees under the bar. He takes out his cock and hits her face with it several times. 'Bigger than Antonio's even soft', thinks Sofia. Obediently, she takes it in her mouth, sucking and licking it until it hardens.
- Dad, come here for a minute.
Antonio approaches. Standing on the opposite side of the bar where his son and his wife are kneeling. Sofia's breathing is rapid and agitated, if she turns the corner, she'll see him. She'll see him with her son's cock in her mouth. Sofia slides her hand into her short pants, feeling her wet pussy.
Who's coming on Saturday? - asks while writing 'party' on a piece of paper, making a great effort not to groan.
Where's your mom? - asks looking towards the kitchen.
You know mom already. Probably she's being silly up there. Everything has to be clean before the party. - responds laughing and making a hand gesture as if to downplay it.
His father laughs at the off-color joke.
- Okay. Your grandmother, my mom's brother and his family, cousin Janet... - continue your father.
Carlos tries to write the names. It's hard for him to concentrate while his mother sucks his cock, her tongue tickling the base of his penis and her hand caressing his balls.
- Mmm. - Carlos moans while he comes in his mother's mouth, trying to pass it off as a mere thought by simply thinking. - Are you sure about those last ones?
- Well, none of these people is the most reliable one, son. - responds walking back to his chair.
Under the counter, his wife milks out the last drops of semen from the softened cock of the young man.
It was Thursday and Carlos had plans for most of the day, some friends wanted to go out to eat. When his father left, he took a quick shower and then went to look for his mother who was tidying up the living room. He approached her from behind and lowered her pants. The fact that she wasn't wearing underwear surprised him.
- R... Carlos. We can't keep doing this. - his mother says to him, but without moving to put on her pants or cover her nudity.
She had masturbated again this morning, to clear her head. She knew what they were doing was wrong, she knew.
We have to stop. Last night was too much. It was too disrespectful to your father. - he says as a shiver runs down his body remembering it.
I still have those photos mom. - responds Carlos while bending down and lightly pulling her hair on the pussy. - Besides, dad is a wimp. He deserves this. If he can't keep his woman satisfied, I'll do it.
Don't talk about your father like...
Shut up! - she interrupts, pulling hard on her public hair. - I want you to shave this off. Then put on that fine-button shirt and the skirt from yesterday.
She looks at him horrified for a second, but then lowers her gaze to the floor. Carlos gives her a slap on the butt while she pulls up her sweatpants and leaves the room.
- And nothing of underwear! - he yells while watching him walk away!
At the end she comes down with her blue skirt and a fine pink blouse buttoned up, still hadn't fixed the other shirt when he had ripped it. The blouse was almost unbuttoned to the middle, showing her cleavage. Her areolas and nipples were visible through the fine pink fabric. She also wore a pair of black heels. Something she rarely did, as they made her taller than her husband.
Pull up your skirt. - Carlos says to her when he sees her like that. - Higher.
When it ends, the skirt barely covers his ass, then he lifts the front part. His fingers tickle and caress his now bare public mountain.
Very well, mother. Let's go.
Without giving her more explanations, she grabs his cock and pulls him. He takes out his keys and leads her to his car. He opens the passenger door and she sits down excited by the immorality of it all. He starts the car and heads towards the city. She wants to cover her almost naked breasts but abstains. I don't want to upset Carlos, she says to herself.
A man waits in a café. Carlos hurries to open the door for his mother. Completely flushed, she gets out of the car. Carlos wraps his arm around her waist, leading her towards the café. Even with heels, she's no taller than her son. She can feel all eyes on her, on her body, displayed for everyone in the place. Upon entering, they approach a table where two men, about the age of her son, are seated. These men stand up as they see them coming.
- Hey guys! This is my mom. Mom, the guys.
The boys, as Carlos had referred to them, approach her to give her two kisses while they can't take their eyes off her large breasts. Sofia can't help but feel like all the eyes are on her chest, not just those of her son's friends. She sits in silence as her son and his friends talk. She starts to feel like she's nothing more than her son's pet and gets more excited every time she's treated like that.
Finally, after a few hours, everyone gets up to leave. The four of them go out together, Carlos and Sofía in front. He grabs her ass, making a shiver run down her spine. No doubt his friends could see him putting his hand on her.
- Oh, by the way! - says Carlos when they get to the car. - Had you seen a mother with shaved pussy before?
No, dude. - One of his friends says that.
Her son bends down and lifts the front part of her skirt. Sofia gasps, her most private area revealed to the two men whose names she didn't even remember. Her freshly shaved pussy exposed in public.
- What a cool guy, dude. - said the one who had spoken before.
Come on and touch her. It doesn't matter to her.
Carlos' mother shudders while waiting for the two men to touch and rub her pubic area. After a few minutes, they bid her farewell with two kisses as they continue touching her, finish inspecting her pussy, and laugh as they leave. Carlos turns her towards the car, placing his hands on the roof.
You're a dirty slut, right, mom? - he whispers to her.
He barely has to lift up her skirt to give her a slap on the bare ass. Her black heels make her big ass look even sweeter. He gives her a few whacks there in the parking lot, in public, before letting her get into the car.
While her son drives, Sofia forgets herself in her lust. She forgets that her son's blackmail is her excuse to be so lascivious. She leans towards him, pulling out his cock. With her face on his lap, she starts sucking his cock while he drives. She raises her skirt, indecently short, and puts her fingers in it. With the other hand, she unbuttons her pink blouse, squeezing her large breasts, pinching her nipples like her son does. When they arrive at the neighborhood, he comes in her mouth and she has his penis well guarded for when they get home.
Sofia was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, when she felt like footsteps were approaching behind her. She didn't need to turn around to know it's her son.
- What are you doing? - asks Carlos while squeezing her breasts from behind.
Preparing dinner. - Respond without moving to take your hands off her breasts. - Tell your father it's almost ready.
Great. Let's do something.
- What's up? - he asks while turning towards him.
I thought about what you said. About lacking respect for Dad.
A shiver runs through her before her son's words, although she doesn't know why.
This night you will really help me disrespect him.
- How? - she asks, almost panting in her excitement.
- Your salad is going to make me masturbate in it. - respond with a smile of satisfaction.
Oh, God. Carlos, no. - says while thinking inside: 'Oh, God. Carlos, yes'.
- Don't forget the photos, mom.
She nods, grabbing her husband's salad bowl.
- I... Fine.
Carlos pulls out his cock and slowly strokes it until it becomes hard while watching his mother prepare the salads. Then she holds her husband's salad under his crotch. She lifts up her shirt so he can see her cleavage and then grabs his cock. She caresses it for what seems like long and tense minutes. Then Carlos' penis twists in her hand. Discharging its load without stopping onto the green leaves. Sofia's body shudders with lust every time a jet of semen shoots out of that precious cock. She makes sure it falls to the last drop on the salad.
It's not enough. We need more.
Sofia kneels in front of her son looking at him from below. She kisses and licks his soft cock, leaving the salad to one side for now.
Ah. Get hard for momma. I want to see your cock well hard.
She begins to suck, almost painfully hard, his cock.
Make Mom be proud. - says to get her more excited and come before.
Her husband could enter at any moment and catch them like this. Soon Carlos is moaning, his cock hard as a rock again and on the verge of coming. Carlos holds her head and starts coming in her mouth. Feeling she can't hold so much semen in her mouth, she swallows her husband's salad and puts it under her chin, letting out her son's ejaculation into the salad. When Carlos finishes coming, she spits out the remaining semen in her mouth, gives him a kiss on the tip of his cock and gets up.
That's Mom's good boy.
Sofia sprinkles a little Caesar dressing on her salad and her son's, making them look like Antonio's if you don't look too closely. Then she sets the table while Carlos goes to get his father. The three of them sit down and start eating as Antonio talks about work in the garden. It's more than nothing a hum for Sofia's ears. All she can do is look at her fork. She feels an uncomfortable heat, then the fork sticks into the salad, coming out with a large amount of lettuce and a piece of tomato.
Ugh, what's this dressing for the salad? - asks with a grimace.
It's an Italian mix. I made it from scratch. - his wife responds.
It feels like I'm floating, like I'm separated from my body. 'Semen. It's semen, poor little man. You're eating our son's cum.' The thought makes her body shudder and a tickle settles in her already wet pussy.
- I know you don't always like what I cook. If you don't like it, I won't make it again.
- I like mom. - Carlos intervenes. - It's different.
No, no. - Antonio hurries to say. He doesn't want to upset his wife. - I like it. See? - he says, putting another large fork in his mouth.
She gazes fascinated and excited. A white thread of her son's semen drips from the salad as her husband puts it in his mouth and chews. Then he swallows. She wipes a bit that has dripped onto her chin and licks it with her finger. And swallows.
She looks at how he eats happily the whole salad. Talking to Carlos about... what? She doesn't even know that. What she knows is that her husband swallowed two full loads of Carlos's semen. How would she look at her husband from now on? And at her son?
Sofia spent the next day cleaning the house, preparing it for the party. All she was wearing were her black stilettos and black stockings with a garter. As a top, she only wore a black lace bra from which her tits almost fell out.
Carlos was happy to help her clean. Taking advantage of every opportunity to grope and grab her. To spank her ass and rub her wet pussy. Finally, he grabs her dark hair and forces her to bend over the sofa arm. He gives her a few slaps on the butt while she moves modestly with her legs.
I can't take it anymore, mom. I need to screw you. - he growls at her.
- N...no. No, we can't. That's incest. It's immoral. - she protests while thinking inside: 'Yes. Take me with your big cock. Sperm in my womb. The ultimate disrespect to your father.'
He knows he's going to give in. Even while fighting to avoid it.
My... my ass. You can fuck my ass. - gasps
Another slap. Then he hears her spitting in his hand, lubricating his cock. He separates her buttocks and presses the tip of his cock onto her small anal hole. He squeezes the sofa cushion while his son's cock is making its way inside her. She moans, with the cock burning inside her.
- Ugh! So tight, Mom!
He is beating her again. His cock gets deeper and deeper. Finally she feels his balls pressing against her pussy. He pulls out halfway and then thrusts in quickly and abruptly.
- Ahh! M...more smooth. P...please. - she begs while he penetrates her ass.
Carlos grabs his dark hair, pulling it painfully upwards from his head. He lashes out with force at his ass with each fiery thrust into his large backside.
What I think you want to say is thank you, right?
- Ahh! Thanks. Thanks. Thanks. he says whimpering each word.
Later on, the ardor dies down, turning into a strange kind of pleasure. A orgasm is growing slowly in her. When it finally arrives, she screams with pleasure. She had never had an orgasm so strong, so intense. Carlos grunts as he fills her ass with his hot semen. Then he retires and leaves. Leaving her lying exhausted on the sofa, with her semen dripping down her thigh.
A lot of people came to the party, more than thirty in total. Carlos spent some time playing basketball with his cousins and, when he got tired, started wandering around looking for his mother. She had to know that he would try something at the party. She had gone out this morning to buy a new swimsuit, a two-piece pink bikini. She was wearing a transparent skirt that didn't hide her thong and high heels. Carlos had heard more than one jealous comment about how inappropriate her clothes were. He thought his mother was incredible. Finally, he found her outside with Aunt Ana.
- Mom, I need help cleaning something. I'm sure you can help me clean it.
She follows him obediently as he takes her to the garage. With both cars inside, this place is empty of people. He takes her to the farthest corner where nobody looking from outside would see them, at least not if they were crouched down.
She makes her sit on the cement, pushing the top of her bikini upwards and giving each of her tits a good slap. Then she makes her lie down completely. She climbs on top of her, but in reverse. She pulls out his cock from his underwear and starts sucking it. He takes off her bikini briefs and starts eating her pussy.
They do sixty-nine for a while, but stop when they hear someone walking into the garage. Sofia can see a man's shoes by looking under the cars, fortunately she can't see them. They listen as the man throws something into the big trash container they have there. Carlos is masturbating his mother's clitoris trying to make her moan. She tightens her eyes at each palpable stroke, the risk of being found like that turns her on even more, but makes no noise. Soon, the relative leaves and they go back to sixty-nine until they almost come at the same time.
Carlos is leaving, leaving her there thrown away, as he always does. She gets up, adjusts her clothes well and makes sure there are no remnants of Carlos's ejaculation anywhere.
- Is everything okay? - asks Ana when she returns.
Yes, everything's fine. We've already cleaned that up.
The party went off without any more incidents and the whole family had already left. Sofia was wearing a fine pajama set consisting of short pants and a light t-shirt, trying to sleep, still excited about what had happened with her son. Antonio snored peacefully beside her, unaware of everything that was happening in his house.
In the middle of the night, a sound was heard, a soft rubbing and then a weight behind her made the mattress sink slightly. Carlos had climbed onto her from behind, sliding under the sheets. Her son began to caress her. His hand slid under her shirt, squeezing one of her large breasts, moving it from side to side. She gasps when he pinches her nipple. The excitement runs through her and her body awakens at the familiar touch of her son's skin. Her other hand goes down, getting into her pants, rubbing her pussy.
Carlos was naked, he noticed it. She stretches back and grabs his cock, caressing his head softly. She lowers her pants and puts him between her cheeks. Not inside her, just between the buttocks. She rubs against him, masturbating him with her ass. He doesn't last long in that position and soon shoots semen down his back and onto the bed. In silence, just as he came, he slides out of the bed.
She turns over staying on her back. With her pants still down and lying on the semen of her son. Feeling like a foxy she puts her hand between her thighs. She masturbates, getting harder each time, until she manages to pull out an orgasm that leaves her exhausted while her husband snores happily beside her.
Carlos goes up to his room when he finds his mother naked at the attic door.
- I need you. - says his mother in a thread of voice.
Carlos could hear his father faintly below, watching a golf match. He goes up to the room where his mother steps aside to let him in.
Mom needs your big cock in her pussy.
The woman with dark hair gets down on all fours and crawls towards him, wagging her large ass as she approaches.
You can do whatever you want to mom. As long as you give her a good blow job. - she says, smiling seductively at her son.
Get down and spread your legs. - responds Carlos pointing at the bed.
Like a excited high school girl, she lies on her back, opening her legs for her young lover. Carlos undresses quickly, eager to possess her. With a growl and a moan, he penetrates her until the balls in her pussy. He stays for a moment with his cock inside her. He caresses her face and runs his fingers through her hair.
You're so beautiful.
They kiss passionately, then he starts pushing. Slowly, smoothly at first, then more and more quickly.
Mmm. Oh yes. - whispers between gasps. - Suck mom's tits. Suck them well. Take what's yours. Suck mommy's pussy. Mommy's pussy is yours. ¡Unh!
Her orgasm floods her, the best she has ever had.
Come on. Come on in Mom's pussy. Put a baby in my womb. Fill up Mommy.
Carlos groans in his own climax coming inside her while the puppet of his father is below, without realizing it.
Carlos would return to school soon. His mother was on all fours, wearing only high heels. After a summer of screwing with him, she knew what he liked. She was sucking his cock, probably for the last time in a long time.
His stomach was starting to swell with a new life. Both knew who the father was. Antonio was so excited at the prospect of another child without knowing he would be raising the offspring of another man, his own son.
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It's fine. He thought grumpily. Anyway, I couldn't bring any girl here anyway.
He was moving some boxes when one broke, scattering an old collection of books, paper, art supplies, and an old camera all over the floor. Grumbling, he starts to pick everything up until he stops at a photo on the floor, which appears to be a naked woman. It looks like his mother, ten or fifteen years younger. She looks embarrassed posing nude. Sitting astride a large leather sofa. She looked good. She looked sexy.
Carlos realizes he has an erection. His mother's inappropriate thoughts start swirling in his head. He looks at some more pictures. The edges of a book barely poking out from under it, obviously hidden and forgotten here.
Shake the book frenetically on the mattress, causing more photos to fall. There were a dozen in total. Starting with her completely dressed. Undressing. Then on all fours sucking a man's cock. Finally, fucking herself with a cucumber.
And if that's not dad? The thought makes it even harder for him. 'And if Dad is a damn cuck?'
Carlos can't help it. He has to jerk off. Looking at his mother's photos.
Some days later, Carlos had masturbated with his mother's photos about a dozen times. His father had gone to work so he thought it was just as good a time as any other.
- Hey mom? Have you ever posed naked for photos anytime? - asks carelessly.
Her mother was cutting vegetables for a stew and froze when she heard the question. Sofia was around forty. She had gained some weight since her youth. Her stomach and butt were definitely larger and rounder. Her breasts were still large, but more droopy. She had more wrinkles around her face, but was still quite attractive. Today she was wearing a pair of blue jogging shorts and a sleeveless top. Carlos could see the straps of her purple bra and a bit of cleavage. She looked good.
He clearly lied to her face, darling.
Carlos smiles while taking a couple of photos on the table. One of them in lingerie. The other, naked. His hands running through his long dark hair.
Oh, God! Where did you get them from? - he asked gasping, grabbing the photos.
Oh, I found a bunch of them in an upper box. Don't worry, I've already copied them.
- Carlos! - she says staring at him in amazement.
I suppose you don't want your acquaintances to find out. - he says smiling.
She slowly shakes her beautiful head.
- Especially the most racy photos.
Oh, no. - She says with a groan.
I'm sure that can't happen. If you do some things for me.
- Are you... are you blackmailing me? What do you want? Money?
- I like thinking it's a thank you for protecting my mother. No, I don't want money. I want more.
- What's more... what? - she asked, distrustful.
You are a beautiful woman. I want you to show me your breasts. - he said without losing the smile from his face.
- Carlos, I am your mother. That... that wouldn't be appropriate. - she protested.
Those photos aren't 'inappropriate', but they're very exciting. If you don't want them to come out, take off your shirt.
She doubts, then she pulls her shirt up over her head. Carlos's cock trembles at the sight of her round belly, then his purple bra with black borders holding her large tits. Now there was a lot of cleavage to look at. However, he was surprised. He thought it would cost him more to convince her.
The bra too.
Her mother nods in resignation. She stretches her hand behind and unfastens the garment that protects her dignity. Breathing deeply, she takes off her bra, leaving her large breasts exposed.
- How pretty! - says Carlos approaching. - I'm sure it doesn't bother you. - he says, lifting his hand and grabbing them.
- Carlos... starts protesting, but doesn't stop fondling.
He squeezes his large orbs. Rolling his hard nipples between the thumb and index finger.
They are magnificent, mother. You're a beautiful woman. - he says to the blushing woman.
Okay? Is that enough?
For now, but you have to do topless until Dad gets home. - he says, walking away from her.
Sofia seems to want to discuss for a moment, but she limits herself to nodding her head, humiliated. Carlos spends most of the day near his mother. Enjoying the view. Watching how her big tits bounce and shake.
Your father will be home soon. - He says at the end of the day.
- Alright, you can put on a t-shirt. But without a bra. - she says after a slight sigh.
Sofia bends her head and goes to her bedroom. When Antonio arrives home, she wears a buttoned blouse that shows her nipples through the fabric, but her husband doesn't even notice. She goes directly to the living room, turning on the TV without even looking at him.
Carlos crosses with his mother in the hallway. She gasps when he pushes her against the wall. He rips open her shirt, causing buttons to fly everywhere. He starts playing with her tits, pinching her nipples, making her have to hold back a scream. He makes her kneel.
Use your amazing tits to excite me. - She whispers, before her surprised gaze. - Better hurry up before Dad gets up.
Carlos pulls out his cock, leaving it in view of Sofía. 'Much bigger than Antonio's'. She thinks when she sees it. Wraps her breasts around his cock and tries to masturbate her son with her breasts. Something she had never done before. She can't stop looking every time the penis tip pokes between her large breasts.
- Hey! Can you bring me a sandwich? - asks Antonio from the living room.
- Oh... sure thing. Right away. - his wife answers back, her son's cock pushing between her large breasts.
You should see if Carlos wants something.
Yes. I'll do it. - she responds.
Too excited to screw his father, Carlos reaches the climax. Sofia shudders when the cock between her breasts fires its white cream onto her face. As his mother steps aside, Carlos grabs his cock and pours the last drips over his mother's large tits. Giving her a kiss, he leaves her there, covered in his sticky semen. He heads to the living room and sits on the sofa.
- Has your mother offered you a snack? - his father asks him from his comfortable armchair.
- He given me what I needed. - smiled back.
Later that night Sofia lay in bed next to her husband. Antonio didn't even notice she wasn't wearing a bra today. His hand slipped into his pajamas. He couldn't stop thinking about Carlos' cock. His fingers started massaging her wet pussy. God, what's happening to me? She thought. Oh God! She whispered in a low voice as a small orgasm washed over her thinking of her son's cock. Her husband snoring softly beside her.
Tuesday, Carlos went with his mother to the store. They needed provisions for the family reunion on Saturday. There would be a couple of dozen people for a big outdoor meal. His mother was wearing a pleated skirt, a bit shorter than usual, and a low-cut blouse that showed a generous cleavage. Carlos wondered if she'd notice he was dressed sexier than usual. He couldn't take his eyes off the way her great ass bounced as she walked. Meanwhile, Sofia tried to ignore her son's constant lecherous glances. Although, every time she became aware of it, it gave her a tingle in her pussy.
They were in the wine section, empty on a Tuesday. Carlos positioned himself behind his mother, pressing his body against hers, making sure she felt his erection rubbing against her butt. He circled around and squeezed her breasts through her blouse.
- Carlos! - Sofia hisses, not wanting to draw attention.
Take your breasts off. - whispers biting his neck. Sending small shivers through her body.
Not here. They could catch us.
Unless you want me to take your naked photos all over the store.
She turns around and pulls up her shirt. He smiles when she takes out her large breasts from the bra. Carlos leans in and sucks one nipple with force while lightly pinching the other, making Sofia let out some gasps. When he switches to his other breast, she finally tries to stop him.
- Okay, you have to stop or they'll catch us.
I'll stop when you take off your panties and hand them over to me. - he says before going back to licking his nipple again.
Sofia hesitates, then puts her hand under her skirt, takes off her panties while her son sucks on her large breasts. Carlos fucks the black lace panties, moving away from his mother as he puts them in his pocket and smiles. That smile causes another spasm in Sofia's pussy as she cups her breasts.
Later, in the cash register, the clerk realizes that Sofia's eyes snap open.
- Is everything okay, ma'am? - he asks her.
- Uh... yes. Everything is fine. - she responds.
Carlos continues rubbing his mom's pussy. His hand has unexpectedly slipped under the back of her skirt. Carlos enjoys the sensation of his mom's pussy, getting wetter each time he pays attention to it. Then he pulls out his hand, grabs the cart and heads to the car, leaving his mother there, wet and confused. When his mother sits in the driver's seat, Carlos can see that she is trembling.
Already at home, Sofia gets into the shower, but doesn't hear Carlos enter. She screams scared when unexpected hands wrap around her soaped-up tits.
- Carlos! This is... this is unacceptable. - he shouts.
- Is that so, mom? - he says calmly.
One hand slides down her large belly, through her wet public hair and over the lips of her pussy.
- Ughh! No... it's not that. - says whimpering.
Support your hands on the wall under the artichoke of the shower. Hot water rains down on her as her son plays with her body. She moans when he slides a finger into her warm love channel. She finds it slippery with lust, and quickly another one follows.
She can't contain herself and has a powerful orgasm while her own son penetrates her with his fingers. A part of her wants those fingers to be the big cock of her son.
- Do you feel better, mom? - Carlos asks. Letting go of her.
- No... no. - He's lying while struggling to breathe.
Give me a good masturbation with soap-covered breasts and I'll leave.
Obediently she gets down on her knees, wrapping the big cock with her breasts. He doesn't last long, splashing her face and tits with his jizz. Then he gets out of the shower, leaving her to finish cleaning herself up.
That night the family sat down to eat together at the round table in the kitchen. With one side leaning against the wall, Carlos sat very close to his mother.
How was your day, dad?
He put mashed potatoes in his mouth with his right hand while his left hand slid over the thigh of his mother. Sofia tries not to respond to her teasing while eating.
Oh, you know how it is... - Antonio starts talking about his boring job.
Carlos lifts his mother's skirt up. She opens her legs, just a little bit, while he slides his fingers between her thighs.
- What an interesting thing. Tell me more. - Carlos says to his father without even paying attention to him.
Sofia lets out a small 'Ep!' when her son's fingers push their way between her lips and pussy. The fingers pushing inside of her.
What's up with you, son? How was your day?
Okay, we went to the store to buy food. I bought a pair of ripe melons for the party. - he says while his fingers caress his mother's clitoris and she desperately tries not to gag. - Although Mom made me return them.
- Ah, what a shame. - his father responds without realizing that his wife is receiving pleasure from his son less than a meter away. - I bet the family would have liked to eat those watermelons on Saturday.
Antonio gets up with his empty plate.
Okay, I have some tasks to do before the news comes on.
Carlos pulls his mother's hand away from her while his father heads towards the sink, leaving Sofia breathing heavily and quickly.
The Wednesday Sofia wore short pants and a t-shirt at home. She hadn't bothered to put on a bra and had made a knot in the lower part of the shirt, leaving her belly exposed. She felt a tingling sensation in her pussy every time she passed by her son. Her eyes were fixed on her tits that moved under the blouse.
Mom. Come here upstairs. - She called out from the attic.
She had to restrain herself from running towards him. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, naked, with his cock like a flag. He signaled for her to come closer and forced her to lie down in his lap like a small girl about to be punished by her father. She grabbed his short pants and pulled them up, revealing most of her ass, and then she whipped her.
She would shudder every time her son's firm hand struck her tender behind. He smiled seeing his broad behind shake and redden. Sofia moaned, with her ass burning from the whippings and her pussy burning with need.
Carlos pulls down Carlos's pants and underwear. His mother opens her legs, silently imploring, but can't hold back the screams when he puts two fingers in her wet pussy. Her orgasm is almost instantaneous. When she calms down, he pushes her to the floor. The roughness with which he treats her excites her even more.
Suck it, mom. Suck his cock and pull out the cum and swallow it. - she orders him.
She takes off her shirt and leans anxiously. Her large breasts rub against her thighs. She savors her son's cock while putting the foreskin in her mouth and caressing his testicles. 'If he looks anything like his father, it will help him come faster' She thinks to herself.
He runs his hands through her dark hair. He loves seeing his mother's face rising and falling over his cock. With a growl, he comes in his mother's mouth without warning her. She tries to swallow every drop of semen that comes out of his balls.
- Mmm, good girl. - he says stroking her head.
The caresses produce exciting shivers in Sofia. Then she pushes him away from her and goes to get dressed, leaving him like a worn-out rag.
Sofia's body buzzed with excitement. Her husband wouldn't be late in arriving and she needed another orgasm. She couldn't go voluntarily to see her son. As long as he had those photos and was the one demanding them, she could tell herself she didn't have a choice, that she wasn't a deviant slut. She desired his cock so much. Was she going to make him beg for it? Beg like a street slut?
He locked himself in his bedroom, looking for the comforter in the drawer of his underwear. A large purple cock that vibrated, although it was cold plastic and not hot like Carlos's cock in his mouth. He got onto the bed pressing his face against the pillow and leaving his ass high. He put the comforter between his legs, putting it into his pussy with a muffled cry.
The mature brunette moaned with pleasure when she turned on the vibrator. She furiously masturbated until she heard her husband's car arriving. She wishes it was her son who would be screwing her from behind. She hits her head against the pillow as Antonio gets out of his car. She comes with force, muffling her cries of passion with the pillow as he enters the house. She collapses on the bed, knowing she needs to move before her husband finds her in that state.
Carlos is in the kitchen with his mother behind him, preparing dinner. He can see his father in the living room because there was a bar between the two rooms. A relic of the 1970s that had not been renovated. His mother walks by and he grabs her silently, pushing her down to her knees under the bar. He takes out his cock and hits her face with it several times. 'Bigger than Antonio's even soft', thinks Sofia. Obediently, she takes it in her mouth, sucking and licking it until it hardens.
- Dad, come here for a minute.
Antonio approaches. Standing on the opposite side of the bar where his son and his wife are kneeling. Sofia's breathing is rapid and agitated, if she turns the corner, she'll see him. She'll see him with her son's cock in her mouth. Sofia slides her hand into her short pants, feeling her wet pussy.
Who's coming on Saturday? - asks while writing 'party' on a piece of paper, making a great effort not to groan.
Where's your mom? - asks looking towards the kitchen.
You know mom already. Probably she's being silly up there. Everything has to be clean before the party. - responds laughing and making a hand gesture as if to downplay it.
His father laughs at the off-color joke.
- Okay. Your grandmother, my mom's brother and his family, cousin Janet... - continue your father.
Carlos tries to write the names. It's hard for him to concentrate while his mother sucks his cock, her tongue tickling the base of his penis and her hand caressing his balls.
- Mmm. - Carlos moans while he comes in his mother's mouth, trying to pass it off as a mere thought by simply thinking. - Are you sure about those last ones?
- Well, none of these people is the most reliable one, son. - responds walking back to his chair.
Under the counter, his wife milks out the last drops of semen from the softened cock of the young man.
It was Thursday and Carlos had plans for most of the day, some friends wanted to go out to eat. When his father left, he took a quick shower and then went to look for his mother who was tidying up the living room. He approached her from behind and lowered her pants. The fact that she wasn't wearing underwear surprised him.
- R... Carlos. We can't keep doing this. - his mother says to him, but without moving to put on her pants or cover her nudity.
She had masturbated again this morning, to clear her head. She knew what they were doing was wrong, she knew.
We have to stop. Last night was too much. It was too disrespectful to your father. - he says as a shiver runs down his body remembering it.
I still have those photos mom. - responds Carlos while bending down and lightly pulling her hair on the pussy. - Besides, dad is a wimp. He deserves this. If he can't keep his woman satisfied, I'll do it.
Don't talk about your father like...
Shut up! - she interrupts, pulling hard on her public hair. - I want you to shave this off. Then put on that fine-button shirt and the skirt from yesterday.
She looks at him horrified for a second, but then lowers her gaze to the floor. Carlos gives her a slap on the butt while she pulls up her sweatpants and leaves the room.
- And nothing of underwear! - he yells while watching him walk away!
At the end she comes down with her blue skirt and a fine pink blouse buttoned up, still hadn't fixed the other shirt when he had ripped it. The blouse was almost unbuttoned to the middle, showing her cleavage. Her areolas and nipples were visible through the fine pink fabric. She also wore a pair of black heels. Something she rarely did, as they made her taller than her husband.
Pull up your skirt. - Carlos says to her when he sees her like that. - Higher.
When it ends, the skirt barely covers his ass, then he lifts the front part. His fingers tickle and caress his now bare public mountain.
Very well, mother. Let's go.
Without giving her more explanations, she grabs his cock and pulls him. He takes out his keys and leads her to his car. He opens the passenger door and she sits down excited by the immorality of it all. He starts the car and heads towards the city. She wants to cover her almost naked breasts but abstains. I don't want to upset Carlos, she says to herself.
A man waits in a café. Carlos hurries to open the door for his mother. Completely flushed, she gets out of the car. Carlos wraps his arm around her waist, leading her towards the café. Even with heels, she's no taller than her son. She can feel all eyes on her, on her body, displayed for everyone in the place. Upon entering, they approach a table where two men, about the age of her son, are seated. These men stand up as they see them coming.
- Hey guys! This is my mom. Mom, the guys.
The boys, as Carlos had referred to them, approach her to give her two kisses while they can't take their eyes off her large breasts. Sofia can't help but feel like all the eyes are on her chest, not just those of her son's friends. She sits in silence as her son and his friends talk. She starts to feel like she's nothing more than her son's pet and gets more excited every time she's treated like that.
Finally, after a few hours, everyone gets up to leave. The four of them go out together, Carlos and Sofía in front. He grabs her ass, making a shiver run down her spine. No doubt his friends could see him putting his hand on her.
- Oh, by the way! - says Carlos when they get to the car. - Had you seen a mother with shaved pussy before?
No, dude. - One of his friends says that.
Her son bends down and lifts the front part of her skirt. Sofia gasps, her most private area revealed to the two men whose names she didn't even remember. Her freshly shaved pussy exposed in public.
- What a cool guy, dude. - said the one who had spoken before.
Come on and touch her. It doesn't matter to her.
Carlos' mother shudders while waiting for the two men to touch and rub her pubic area. After a few minutes, they bid her farewell with two kisses as they continue touching her, finish inspecting her pussy, and laugh as they leave. Carlos turns her towards the car, placing his hands on the roof.
You're a dirty slut, right, mom? - he whispers to her.
He barely has to lift up her skirt to give her a slap on the bare ass. Her black heels make her big ass look even sweeter. He gives her a few whacks there in the parking lot, in public, before letting her get into the car.
While her son drives, Sofia forgets herself in her lust. She forgets that her son's blackmail is her excuse to be so lascivious. She leans towards him, pulling out his cock. With her face on his lap, she starts sucking his cock while he drives. She raises her skirt, indecently short, and puts her fingers in it. With the other hand, she unbuttons her pink blouse, squeezing her large breasts, pinching her nipples like her son does. When they arrive at the neighborhood, he comes in her mouth and she has his penis well guarded for when they get home.
Sofia was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, when she felt like footsteps were approaching behind her. She didn't need to turn around to know it's her son.
- What are you doing? - asks Carlos while squeezing her breasts from behind.
Preparing dinner. - Respond without moving to take your hands off her breasts. - Tell your father it's almost ready.
Great. Let's do something.
- What's up? - he asks while turning towards him.
I thought about what you said. About lacking respect for Dad.
A shiver runs through her before her son's words, although she doesn't know why.
This night you will really help me disrespect him.
- How? - she asks, almost panting in her excitement.
- Your salad is going to make me masturbate in it. - respond with a smile of satisfaction.
Oh, God. Carlos, no. - says while thinking inside: 'Oh, God. Carlos, yes'.
- Don't forget the photos, mom.
She nods, grabbing her husband's salad bowl.
- I... Fine.
Carlos pulls out his cock and slowly strokes it until it becomes hard while watching his mother prepare the salads. Then she holds her husband's salad under his crotch. She lifts up her shirt so he can see her cleavage and then grabs his cock. She caresses it for what seems like long and tense minutes. Then Carlos' penis twists in her hand. Discharging its load without stopping onto the green leaves. Sofia's body shudders with lust every time a jet of semen shoots out of that precious cock. She makes sure it falls to the last drop on the salad.
It's not enough. We need more.
Sofia kneels in front of her son looking at him from below. She kisses and licks his soft cock, leaving the salad to one side for now.
Ah. Get hard for momma. I want to see your cock well hard.
She begins to suck, almost painfully hard, his cock.
Make Mom be proud. - says to get her more excited and come before.
Her husband could enter at any moment and catch them like this. Soon Carlos is moaning, his cock hard as a rock again and on the verge of coming. Carlos holds her head and starts coming in her mouth. Feeling she can't hold so much semen in her mouth, she swallows her husband's salad and puts it under her chin, letting out her son's ejaculation into the salad. When Carlos finishes coming, she spits out the remaining semen in her mouth, gives him a kiss on the tip of his cock and gets up.
That's Mom's good boy.
Sofia sprinkles a little Caesar dressing on her salad and her son's, making them look like Antonio's if you don't look too closely. Then she sets the table while Carlos goes to get his father. The three of them sit down and start eating as Antonio talks about work in the garden. It's more than nothing a hum for Sofia's ears. All she can do is look at her fork. She feels an uncomfortable heat, then the fork sticks into the salad, coming out with a large amount of lettuce and a piece of tomato.
Ugh, what's this dressing for the salad? - asks with a grimace.
It's an Italian mix. I made it from scratch. - his wife responds.
It feels like I'm floating, like I'm separated from my body. 'Semen. It's semen, poor little man. You're eating our son's cum.' The thought makes her body shudder and a tickle settles in her already wet pussy.
- I know you don't always like what I cook. If you don't like it, I won't make it again.
- I like mom. - Carlos intervenes. - It's different.
No, no. - Antonio hurries to say. He doesn't want to upset his wife. - I like it. See? - he says, putting another large fork in his mouth.
She gazes fascinated and excited. A white thread of her son's semen drips from the salad as her husband puts it in his mouth and chews. Then he swallows. She wipes a bit that has dripped onto her chin and licks it with her finger. And swallows.
She looks at how he eats happily the whole salad. Talking to Carlos about... what? She doesn't even know that. What she knows is that her husband swallowed two full loads of Carlos's semen. How would she look at her husband from now on? And at her son?
Sofia spent the next day cleaning the house, preparing it for the party. All she was wearing were her black stilettos and black stockings with a garter. As a top, she only wore a black lace bra from which her tits almost fell out.
Carlos was happy to help her clean. Taking advantage of every opportunity to grope and grab her. To spank her ass and rub her wet pussy. Finally, he grabs her dark hair and forces her to bend over the sofa arm. He gives her a few slaps on the butt while she moves modestly with her legs.
I can't take it anymore, mom. I need to screw you. - he growls at her.
- N...no. No, we can't. That's incest. It's immoral. - she protests while thinking inside: 'Yes. Take me with your big cock. Sperm in my womb. The ultimate disrespect to your father.'
He knows he's going to give in. Even while fighting to avoid it.
My... my ass. You can fuck my ass. - gasps
Another slap. Then he hears her spitting in his hand, lubricating his cock. He separates her buttocks and presses the tip of his cock onto her small anal hole. He squeezes the sofa cushion while his son's cock is making its way inside her. She moans, with the cock burning inside her.
- Ugh! So tight, Mom!
He is beating her again. His cock gets deeper and deeper. Finally she feels his balls pressing against her pussy. He pulls out halfway and then thrusts in quickly and abruptly.
- Ahh! M...more smooth. P...please. - she begs while he penetrates her ass.
Carlos grabs his dark hair, pulling it painfully upwards from his head. He lashes out with force at his ass with each fiery thrust into his large backside.
What I think you want to say is thank you, right?
- Ahh! Thanks. Thanks. Thanks. he says whimpering each word.
Later on, the ardor dies down, turning into a strange kind of pleasure. A orgasm is growing slowly in her. When it finally arrives, she screams with pleasure. She had never had an orgasm so strong, so intense. Carlos grunts as he fills her ass with his hot semen. Then he retires and leaves. Leaving her lying exhausted on the sofa, with her semen dripping down her thigh.
A lot of people came to the party, more than thirty in total. Carlos spent some time playing basketball with his cousins and, when he got tired, started wandering around looking for his mother. She had to know that he would try something at the party. She had gone out this morning to buy a new swimsuit, a two-piece pink bikini. She was wearing a transparent skirt that didn't hide her thong and high heels. Carlos had heard more than one jealous comment about how inappropriate her clothes were. He thought his mother was incredible. Finally, he found her outside with Aunt Ana.
- Mom, I need help cleaning something. I'm sure you can help me clean it.
She follows him obediently as he takes her to the garage. With both cars inside, this place is empty of people. He takes her to the farthest corner where nobody looking from outside would see them, at least not if they were crouched down.
She makes her sit on the cement, pushing the top of her bikini upwards and giving each of her tits a good slap. Then she makes her lie down completely. She climbs on top of her, but in reverse. She pulls out his cock from his underwear and starts sucking it. He takes off her bikini briefs and starts eating her pussy.
They do sixty-nine for a while, but stop when they hear someone walking into the garage. Sofia can see a man's shoes by looking under the cars, fortunately she can't see them. They listen as the man throws something into the big trash container they have there. Carlos is masturbating his mother's clitoris trying to make her moan. She tightens her eyes at each palpable stroke, the risk of being found like that turns her on even more, but makes no noise. Soon, the relative leaves and they go back to sixty-nine until they almost come at the same time.
Carlos is leaving, leaving her there thrown away, as he always does. She gets up, adjusts her clothes well and makes sure there are no remnants of Carlos's ejaculation anywhere.
- Is everything okay? - asks Ana when she returns.
Yes, everything's fine. We've already cleaned that up.
The party went off without any more incidents and the whole family had already left. Sofia was wearing a fine pajama set consisting of short pants and a light t-shirt, trying to sleep, still excited about what had happened with her son. Antonio snored peacefully beside her, unaware of everything that was happening in his house.
In the middle of the night, a sound was heard, a soft rubbing and then a weight behind her made the mattress sink slightly. Carlos had climbed onto her from behind, sliding under the sheets. Her son began to caress her. His hand slid under her shirt, squeezing one of her large breasts, moving it from side to side. She gasps when he pinches her nipple. The excitement runs through her and her body awakens at the familiar touch of her son's skin. Her other hand goes down, getting into her pants, rubbing her pussy.
Carlos was naked, he noticed it. She stretches back and grabs his cock, caressing his head softly. She lowers her pants and puts him between her cheeks. Not inside her, just between the buttocks. She rubs against him, masturbating him with her ass. He doesn't last long in that position and soon shoots semen down his back and onto the bed. In silence, just as he came, he slides out of the bed.
She turns over staying on her back. With her pants still down and lying on the semen of her son. Feeling like a foxy she puts her hand between her thighs. She masturbates, getting harder each time, until she manages to pull out an orgasm that leaves her exhausted while her husband snores happily beside her.
Carlos goes up to his room when he finds his mother naked at the attic door.
- I need you. - says his mother in a thread of voice.
Carlos could hear his father faintly below, watching a golf match. He goes up to the room where his mother steps aside to let him in.
Mom needs your big cock in her pussy.
The woman with dark hair gets down on all fours and crawls towards him, wagging her large ass as she approaches.
You can do whatever you want to mom. As long as you give her a good blow job. - she says, smiling seductively at her son.
Get down and spread your legs. - responds Carlos pointing at the bed.
Like a excited high school girl, she lies on her back, opening her legs for her young lover. Carlos undresses quickly, eager to possess her. With a growl and a moan, he penetrates her until the balls in her pussy. He stays for a moment with his cock inside her. He caresses her face and runs his fingers through her hair.
You're so beautiful.
They kiss passionately, then he starts pushing. Slowly, smoothly at first, then more and more quickly.
Mmm. Oh yes. - whispers between gasps. - Suck mom's tits. Suck them well. Take what's yours. Suck mommy's pussy. Mommy's pussy is yours. ¡Unh!
Her orgasm floods her, the best she has ever had.
Come on. Come on in Mom's pussy. Put a baby in my womb. Fill up Mommy.
Carlos groans in his own climax coming inside her while the puppet of his father is below, without realizing it.
Carlos would return to school soon. His mother was on all fours, wearing only high heels. After a summer of screwing with him, she knew what he liked. She was sucking his cock, probably for the last time in a long time.
His stomach was starting to swell with a new life. Both knew who the father was. Antonio was so excited at the prospect of another child without knowing he would be raising the offspring of another man, his own son.
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