My mother's big night.

There had been an intense night where we didn't just drink and dance but also screwed like wild beasts in heat. Without my father, my mother presented me as her partner and we exercised, screwing as if there were no tomorrow, without thinking that after a night of luxury and debauchery, routine and boredom would return to the day-to-day. Fatigue got the better of her and after giving several headbangs, she took off her shoes that she was wearing and, moving the seat back, placed it in a horizontal position, lying down subsequently with her face towards him. She put her bare feet on the dashboard and fell asleep immediately. With hardly any traffic, as we were driving along a secondary and little-traveled road, I could take my eyes off the road and fix them on the long and winding bare legs of my mother. This morning she wasn't wearing stockings, unlike last night when I remember her riding me with a pair of black stockings as the only garment. While last night she left her dress in the elevator, now she was wearing it, although it wasn't the same one, the other one had gotten lost in the battle of savage ejaculations. The one she was wearing now was white, without straps, of the type word of honor, with a zipper that crossed the front part of the dress. It had its name given to that type of dress, word of honor, as if hypocritically the evils gave their word of honor not to pull down the neckline of the dress, leaving the two melons uncovered. It was more like an invitation, and surely few would escape falling into that temptation. Under the dress it didn't seem like there was a bra, but did she wear underwear? Although the dress had slid down her curved thighs, from where I was positioned I couldn't see if she wore them, so I leaned forward a bit and could see that yes, she did wear them, white, of the same color as the dress, all pure and immaculate. Not like last night when it was black. Everything I was wearing, the dress, the panties, the stockings, the shoes, everything, like my intentions, black to drink and fuck like the very devil himself. Now everything is white, the dress, the panties, the shoes. Maybe now I wanted to be angelical, pure and virgin, since with me it wouldn't count, that until we got home, I was her partner, her stud, and as such, I wanted to exercise. Observing that she slept and, like her enormous and rounded breasts rose and fell each time she breathed, I had the temptation to see them, touch them, rub them without anything covering them, so I reduced the speed of the vehicle. As the zipper on the dress parted from between her breasts, I caught it with my fingers and, sliding it slowly, I uncovered them little by little, but I didn't stop at her tits and, bold, once her panties were exposed, I took the zipper to the end, to her thighs, releasing it and causing the dress to open in front. She didn't stir, seemed like she was still sleeping, so with care, I opened the dress more and finally uncovered the two enormous bare breasts without anything covering them. They lay majestic, pointing at the vehicle's ceiling, with their nipples emerging from large almost black areolas. They were screaming at me to eat them, to eat her tits, but, sitting in the driver's seat, it wasn't possible for me without stopping the vehicle, so I focused on her panties, white and almost transparent, more accessible, showing more than hiding a delicious pussy barely covered by a fine strip of pubic hair very cut. Would she shave it herself or, surely, someone else would shave it to screw her better? I approached my hand to her panties and, sliding my fingers slowly under them, lifted them up a bit, enough to look underneath, observing her sex with nothing covering it. A horn! Lift your head and... blinking lights... a car in front of me! A swerve... and I got off the road! I drove into a field full of holes and... swerving, swerving, the vehicle finally came to a stop. I was so concentrated on undressing her that I didn't notice the car had invaded the opposite lane of the highway when another vehicle passed by. Luckily, the possible accident wasn't major, but it woke up my mother, who, startled and disoriented, sat up from her seat with all her tits and pussy exposed. What... what's going on? She asked totally disoriented and naked. Through the car windows, I could see a farmer a few meters away staring at us with his mouth open. My mother opened the door of the copilot and was about to get out when she realized she was barefoot, that her crotch had nothing covering it, that her tits were exposed, that she was completely naked! Oh God! She exclaimed scaredly, looking up and seeing a man just two meters away staring at us without saying anything. Scandalized, she quickly got back into the car, closing the door and rolling down the window. Sitting on top of her own dress, she couldn't cover herself with it, so she put her hands, one over each breast, covering them as poorly as possible, leaving her sex exposed. Oh God, and that man won't stop looking at me! She exclaimed ashamedly, directing her gaze first at the man and then at me to see if I could do something. She fixed on one of my hands and had her broken panties in it! With the urgency of moving the car so it wouldn't collide with the other one, I pulled violently on the panties and ripped them off without noticing. With very open eyes, she gave me an accusatory look and shouted: You've taken them off! You've taken off my panties! This... I... no! I stammered as a way of excuse while my face burned with shame. You've torn them and I don't have any others! She exclaimed, more concerned about not having a spare to cover her pussy than about her own son taking them off. Get out, for God's sake, this guy is going to rape me! My mother ordered me, shouting at me with her face very red colorada, while shaking her tits. I tried to put the car in gear, but it wouldn't start. I tried again, twice, three times more, until finally I managed to get it going despite my mother's hysterical screams. I drove very slowly, avoiding potholes as much as possible, until I got back on the road, but something was wrong with the car that was jolting along. I was going to stop to see what was wrong with the car, but my mom scolded me: 'Don't stop here, for God's sake! Don't you see that guy over there? Do you want him to rape me?' Seeing her completely naked, the idea seemed great, not that it would be bad if she starred in a hardcore porn movie, but I didn't dare respond. If she was talking so much about some stranger screwing her, raping her, then she must have wanted it, wanted someone to come and get her, wanted them to stick their thing between her legs and eat her tits while they screwed her. She must have been dying to have it happen, to be screwed, and with the excuse that she didn't give consent, she'd enjoy herself like a slut in heat, maintaining the appearance of being chaste and pure, as if she wasn't putting out on her husband, as if she was only getting screwed because someone forced her to, making her come with some stranger's cock. Without expressing my thoughts, I continued driving slowly along the road, leaving the guy who was watching us behind, who would have been happy to get my saintly mother, completely naked in the passenger seat, still trying to cover her tits as they bounced wildly with every bump the vehicle gave. With my gaze dancing between the road and my mother's desirable naked body, I was making sharp turns with the car. It was impossible for us to keep going like that until we got home, although I didn't dare say what was obvious: if some guy grabbed her, he'd screw her, but it wouldn't be just him, because I wanted it too, that is, for her to get screwed and really well screwed. We observe a motel and my mother yelled at me, pulling her hands away from her bouncing melons for a moment: Get in there! I doubted if she was referring to me getting closer to the hotel or her getting it in her pussy, but I opted for the first one, not because I lacked desire for the second. There would be time for that later. Maybe my mother thought it would be harder for the farmhand to get it in if there were more people around or maybe she preferred him to get it better in a motel bed. I directed the vehicle towards the house and just as I was parking it in a nearby plaza near the entrance to the establishment, the car stopped functioning and emitted a rather unsettling noise. Oh my God! My mother exclaimed, looking back to see if the guy was coming. Don't worry, he's defenseless! You only brightened his day by showing off those tits! I tried to calm her down, but without stopping covering her breasts with her hands, she looked at me nervously and said: It will be defenseless for you, but not for me! And when she saw how I was looking at her, she scolded me: Don't look at me like that! Can't you see I'm naked? That's why I'm looking at you, because you're very good without clothes. I responded without stopping looking at her, then inclining the back seat of the pilot where I was sitting. What are you doing? She asked, pretending to be scared, but I already knew the answer. You know it too. You said it yourself. You're my woman until we get home and I'm going to enjoy you until the last second. I replied, at the same time grabbing her breast with one hand and her hip with the other, pulling her towards me. It seemed like she was resisting, making herself tight, while saying in a timid and interrupted voice: No... let them see! Let them enjoy it! I replied, pulling her towards me with force, and at that moment she let herself be carried away, melting into a passionate kiss as I leaned back on the seat with her on top of me. We were dying like there was no tomorrow, entwining our tongues and exchanging fluids, while my hands caressed her Black ass naked. Liberating for a moment her mouth, she mumbled: Let's do it! And incorporating herself, she anxiously undid the belt of my pants, lowering it with my boxers, leaving my hard and erect cock exposed. On her knees in the co-pilot seat, she leaned forward, placing her naked tits between the two seats and, taking hold of my member with her hand, brought it to her voluptuous and rosy lips. Without thinking, she took it into her mouth and started to caress it with her lips and tongue. She took it almost to the back of her throat, slowly pulling it out without stopping to caress it with her lips almost all over my member, enjoying every millimeter. And once outside her mouth, she played with her tongue, giving me both small touches and long licks, while one of her hands held me and the other hand caressed my balls. Putting it back in her mouth, she held my balls with one hand and my member with the other, and started to move her head up and down, caressing with her voluptuous lips all the length of my cock, making it more and more congested. Taking it out of her mouth, she caressed it with one hand while playing with her rosy tongue on my increasingly red glans. I stretched my arm to touch her ass that was stuck to the window glass and, while she was eating my cock, I observed the labia who was watching us from outside the car. She watched my ass and pussy, sticking to the exterior glass of the window and, taking out her tongue, began to lick the glass stuck to my mother's ass. It was as if she were eating my ass and pussy in bites. I forgot about the onlooker when I realized I was going to come right there, but I wanted to do it inside her pussy, I wanted to fuck her, so I told her: Put it in, put it in the pussy! She understood immediately, she desired it more than me, so in an instant she stopped eating my cock and got up, getting into a kneeling position, astride my crotch. belly, with a thigh on each side of my hip. Grabbing my cipote, she put it in her pussy until it disappeared inside, starting to ride it, bouncing forward and backward, forward and backward, fucking it. My hands were drawn like a magnet towards her erect and enormous breasts, grasping them, stroking them, and playing between my fingers with her hard nipples, each time more congested and reddened, I looked at her face and saw her totally surrendered, enjoying the dust she was throwing to her own son. She grabbed my shirt with force, pulled out all the buttons, opened it, and placed her hands on my bare chest, clawing me while riding at an increasingly frenzied pace. My hands left her erect breasts to grasp her buttocks, holding them tight to the rhythm of her fucking. Forward-backward-forward-backward! Inside-outside-inside-outside! I was hearing not only my mother's moans and sighs but also my own gasps and the pounding of her perineum against my balls. Behind her, the head of the laborer emerged, unwilling to lose even for an instant the swaying of her tight and exuberant buttocks, while my cipote entered and exited, appeared and disappeared inside her increasingly soaked pussy. At that moment, pleasure surged from within me, invading me and I came, holding her by the buttocks so she would stay still and not move, letting her enjoy the savory orgasm achieved. My mother stopped her fucking, brought her hand to her vulva, and with my cock still inside her pussy, massaged her clitoris with energy. She was masturbating, you hot one! She was masturbating while fixing her gaze directly on my face, that of her own son she had thrown herself at! With her mouth half-open and her tongue sliding over her rosy and voluptuous lips, her face exuded pure vice and lasciviousness. It didn't take long for her to come and she let out a cry of pleasure as she did it, staying still During some seconds, enjoying also her savory climax. Lying on my back and with my mother sitting on top of me, I looked around, searching for the chubby voyeur and peeper who had so much enjoyed watching my mother's bare ass while he was eating my cock and then screwing me, but I didn't see him. Calmed by the moment of unbridled lust, my mother must have realized we could be being watched and she undressed me. Sitting in the co-pilot seat, she grabbed her dress and put it on as quickly as possible, zipping it up and covering her tits. She's seen us. She exclaimed very seriously, looking at the motel entrance. I followed her gaze and indeed, a man with a belly around fifty years old was watching us from about fifteen meters away. Smiling at us, he raised his hand towards us with his thumb up to signal that... had he seen us fuck? We already knew it. Enjoy yourself! was my response as I put on my pants and boxer shorts, covering my still congested cock. I felt like a superior being, an authentic stud, an alpha male, envied by all for having screwed such a voluptuous and desirable woman while we were being watched with lustful eyes. Already dressed, I was the first to open the car door and, stepping out, I said it with a perverse smile: I'm going to get a coffee. Do you want anything or are you waiting here until they come to rape you? Ah, no... no... wait, please, wait! was her hasty response as she quickly opened the co-pilot door and stepped out of the vehicle. We headed towards the motel entrance where the guy continued to watch us with a smug smile on his face. Do you have coffee? I asked, as if nothing had happened. Of course, and also bed. He replied ironically, stripping my mother with his gaze. First, a well-loaded coffee. That was my response. I wasn't going to let this guy get me down. Do you want anything, little rabbit? I asked my mother who was behind me, being pretentious. Also coffee... well-loaded coffee. Loaded. It was his response, intimidated and ashamed by the strange man who had seen her naked and fucking. And then bed? Asked sarcastic man without getting a response. Don't you want anything to eat? I asked, ignoring the type's question. No, no, just coffee. Was her timid response. You've eaten enough already. I replied, listening to the man second me: Ah, yeah, yeah, we've seen it! Like my mom used to shut up, I'll voice the man as we entered the local, followed by him. Well, he's heard it: Two well-loaded coffees. I sat down at a table without waiting for my mother, who, far from sitting with me, said: I'm going to the bathroom. And she walked away towards the services. I watched her ass as it wiggled away, and I got horny again. It occurred to me in that moment that if the alcohol made her drunk, even more drunk, it would be foolish not to take advantage of it. When she disappeared through the bathroom door, I told the man preparing the coffees: Put two large cups on the counter and fill them up with cognac. He looked at me smiling and said: I have a bed ready for you to screw her. And if you want to look or record, count on me. He offered, and I looked at him without responding. In a few seconds, he had put the two well-loaded coffees of alcohol on the counter. Paying for the consumption, I took the two coffee cups to the table where I was sitting. At that moment, I heard a sharp scream coming from the bathroom where my mother had entered. Another scream and... another! My mom! I ran towards the service from where the screams were coming, hearing behind me laughing out loud at the man who had served me the coffees. The screams were coming from the ladies' bathroom. I pushed the door violently and found myself in front of my mother, ... not just in front of her, but completely naked! She was struggling with a guy, THE LABRADOR!, who was grabbing her breasts, pushing and pulling her, trying to corner her in a corner to... get it. She was putting up fierce resistance, clinging to the walls and sink, still screaming hysterically. With his erect and congested cock emerging from his lowered pants, the paleto wanted to rape her and she seemed not to be in the mood due to the strong resistance she was putting up. My mother's white dress lay discarded on the floor, leaving her completely naked. I froze for a few moments, observing my mother's sculptural body completely naked like the man, who was trying to pin her down and rape her, grabbing and rubbing her breasts, thighs, hips, ass... everything. I doubted whether I should watch them enjoying it against her will, but if I let him, I wouldn't be able to screw her again. She would be the one, as punishment, not letting me enjoy her again. So, after deciding on the best solution, I launched myself at the guy, grabbing him from behind with force around his neck and pushing him away from my mother. Seeing his intention thwarted, the laborer ran out of the room in a hurry, leaving us alone with my mother and me. She collapsed into tears and I, using the excuse to calm her down, hugged her and while she was crying on my shoulder, I took advantage to rub her ass to my heart's content and feel her bare breasts rubbing insistently against my chest, pinching me with their hard nipples. I listened as she said between sobs: 'I was... I was hiding... and when I opened the door... he pounced on me! He ripped off my dress and... and... touched me... Me too! I wanted... I wanted to be raped! I told you so! I wanted to be raped! And you didn't believe me! You didn't believe me! I knew it! I had seen that expression before... many times before... and I knew he wanted to rape me!' As I listened, I thought about the countless times she must have been raped and... where was I losing my time instead of attending some good hard sex sessions with my mother? She probably noticed the insistent pressure in her lower belly as my cock grew... grew, hardening more and more with her words, because she had left me, letting me see her breasts very closely. I covered them a little like her buttocks as she walked away to pick up her dress from the floor. With it, she ridiculously covered her breasts and sex, and she went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, not without telling me to wait for her, not to leave, and I listened to her first urinate and then put on her dress. She wore it when she came out of the bathroom and I realized that the zipper wasn't broken, so when the man appeared, my mother had the zipper of her dress completely down, even though she was already naked. I doubted my mother's version, maybe she wasn't as innocent as she seemed. We left the bathroom together and there, behind the counter, the waiter was smiling at us openly. What? Any problem with the services? He asked jokingly, but we didn't respond, provoking him to laugh at our expense. Sitting down at the table, my mother took a long sip of her coffee. By her expression I realized that the coffee had been too... loaded, bitter for her. Yet she finished it off until the last drop while I was barely taking a sip from mine. When she finished, she said in a low voice, getting up from her chair: I'll call Dioni to come and pick us up. She used my father's name, not my husband or my spouse, maybe because the guy behind the bar was listening or maybe because until we got home, I was still her man and she was my woman. I go outside but please don't lose sight of me. She begged, fearing that the paleto would want to take advantage of her again when he saw her alone and unescorted. I watched her through the windows as she talked on the phone, even arguing and getting angry. Who is she talking to? Is it her husband? The guy behind the bar asked and I responded affirmatively with a nod. Do you know you're with her? type must have understood that it's not because of his response. I knew. How are you going to get out of this? I shrugged my shoulders like a response to his question. At that moment, my mother entered with a monumental rage, with her face and cleavage red. Approaching me, she sat in the chair where she had been sitting before, but if before she sat with her legs well together so that no one could see her sex, now, I don't know if it was because of anger, lasciviousness or disinterest, she did it with her legs wide open, for the delight of the type behind the bar, who observed her crotch without anything covering it. A crane is going to come to take away the car and us. He's not coming. She said and her gaze flashed maybe from pure anger or maybe the alcohol had already taken effect and she was eager to fuck. At that moment I heard the type behind the bar say loudly: We have a bed upstairs! If you want to rest... or fuck! He said or fuck in a softer voice, but we heard it clearly. Taking advantage of the occasion, I tried to convince my mother to take a room. My intention was to take her for, of course, to take her and to fuck. We can't wait here sitting down. We don't know how long they'll be late, maybe hours. We'll be more rested and we can wash if we take a room. After a few brief seconds of thinking about it, my mother gave the okay in a low voice. Okay. Take it. Pay for my husband's cuck. Even so, the type heard her and announced loudly: Room 6. The best one. With complete bathroom, balcony and, most importantly, a good bed. It costs 100 euros per night and in advance. Since my mother had given me the purse, I got up to pay at the bar, receiving in return a rather large key. Going up the stairs. To the right at the back. He indicated with a smile and holding the key in his hand, we headed towards the stairs. I let her go first, giving her a light slap on one of her buttocks and a prolonged caress afterwards. While She was climbing the stairs, I was behind her, looking at her whenever possible under her skirt, while she was being caressed by her butt. When we reached the floor, I took advantage of the opportunity to put my hand under her skirt, directly between her thighs, between her vaginal lips, causing her to emit a faint scream and give a slight jump forward. She turned around, removing my hand from her pussy with her arm, and, as soon as she was facing me, I grabbed her zipper and pulled it all the way down without her being able to stop it, causing her dress to fall to her feet and leaving her completely naked. She emitted a faint scream, a mix of surprise and lust, and, before she could cover herself, I leaned forward and lifted her off the floor, placing her face down on one of my shoulders. With such lascivious cargo, I walked quickly down the hallway, towards our bedroom, losing her shoes along the way. The surprise prevented her from reacting, and when she finally did, I already had the door to the room open. In the middle of the small room was a bed, and there I left her fall. She fell face down onto the mattress, bouncing a few times until she stabilized, but I had already closed the door and undressed completely and quickly. I grabbed her by the ankles and, pulling her, took her to a slow pace until her buttocks were at the edge of the bed. With her stretched legs on my chest, I observed the entrance to her vagina and directed my erect cock towards it. Without preamble, I penetrated her, penetrating her all the way to the bottom, until my entire member disappeared inside her pussy and my balls hit her perineum. I listened as she breathed heavily after being penetrated, and when I looked at her face, I observed that she had closed her eyes and opened her mouth enough for her plump and smiling tongue to appear between her voluptuous lips. Holding her by the hips, I put one knee on the bed and, through movements of my hip, glutes, and legs, began to ride her, balance myself forward and backward, forward and backward. a one and the other, fucking her. With each thrust I would contemplate lewdly how my mother's tits were bouncing disorderly, making her moan and sigh with pleasure, increasing my excitement even more. She was now fully surrendered, moaning, sighing, and screaming with pleasure. Her arms stretched out along her body pointed towards the head of the bed, providing a better view of her erect and enormous tits bouncing disorderly with each thrust I gave. Her face was ravaged by pleasure, with her eyes closed and her rosy tongue playing on her wet and voluptuous lips. Increasing my speed and force with each thrust, the sighs and moans turned into screams, into cries of pleasure, both hers and mine, until finally, a huge pleasure burst forth from within me, exploding in my member and flooding my mother's sex, which she screamed lustfully as she felt herself soaked with semen, also coming! I stopped my thrusts, enjoying the dust that had been thrown, and after almost a minute of remaining motionless on my feet, with my cock inside her pussy, I let myself fall beside her, belly down on the bed. Suddenly, my mother exclaimed in alarm, pulling me out of my more than pleasant rest: My dress! Exclaiming alarmedly: I don't have another one! She quickly got up from the bed, turning her back to me, showing me her round and plump ass, and opened the door of the room, stepping completely naked into the hallway. I slightly lifted myself off the bed, watching her trot down the hallway, luxuriously swaying her hips and buttocks with each step she took. She stopped in front of the stairs we had climbed up, and, sweeping her gaze across the entire hallway, she didn't seem to find her clothes, the only ones left! She directed her frightened gaze towards me, as if seeking my help to find her dress. Already I could see her completely naked on the way home and my father's face at Her appearing in a diced ball. What excuse would she put forward? I started laughing out loud at the thought, before my mother's atonic gaze. She directed her gaze downwards, towards the hollow of the stairs where we had climbed up, and stood on tiptoes, lasciviously contracting her glutes and legs, disappearing down the stairs immediately afterwards. She was going downstairs completely naked! Had she lost her mind? If I caught her, the janitor or the porter would give her a good one in the pussy, ass, and mouth! I was already getting dressed to go down and find her when she appeared again. She still had her tits, pussy, ass, and everything out in the open, but without the dress. She hadn't recovered her dress and, despite her embarrassment, looked splendid, totally desirable. Looking at me with a mixture of emotions, she walked towards me. At that moment, behind her, the janitor suddenly appeared as if from nowhere. My mother didn't notice his presence until he grabbed her by the waist and, pulling her, dragged her into a room. The son of a slut was going to screw her! I reacted with a scream, grabbing hold of the doorframe with force while the guy holding onto her hips, waist, and tits pulled her towards the room. I heard her screaming, exclaiming Help! directed at me, for me to help her against the guy who wanted to take advantage of her, but I was paralyzed, watching my mother's desperate struggle to defend her virtue, and the truth is that it turned me on seeing her naked body tense up as she rubbed herself with pleasure while pulling on her tits and hips. Turning towards him, she tried to scratch his face, with a fury unknown due to her desperation, and, with a kick in the balls, managed to free herself, running towards the open door of the room where I had just screwed her. Her enormous and erect tits bounced lasciviously as they fled from the lascivious male who wanted to mount her against her will. behind her, leaning her back against the door and pushing it with force to make everything possible so that the farmhand wouldn't enter and take her. Enjoying it, I observed her closely her beautiful naked body, as her round breasts moved at the rhythm of her rapid breathing. A fine strip of public hair barely covered her juicy vertical smile. Her face was flushed from effort and excitement. Some red marks in the shape of hands covered her tits due to the violent grab of the farmhand. I burst out laughing and she looked at me as if I were crazy. And if I was, I was crazy for seeing her naked, for screwing her and for seeing how others would handle her body and also take her. I realized I was hard and my mother did too, so once the scare, morbidness and desire opened up in her too. She launched herself at me, forcing me with her impulse and weight to put me on my back on the bed. Lying face down over me, she grabbed my buttocks tightly and started licking her breasts anxiously while my cock rubbed eagerly against her crotch, seeking a hole to enter. I had to make her tickle with my tongue, lips or cock because she was laughing hysterically, trying to move my head away from her prominent breasts, but I held her tight by the hard and thick glutes. When she finally managed to free herself, she positioned herself over me and, taking my cock, inserted it into her pussy, starting to ride with force, fury, as if punishing me for not having helped her against the guy. Swinging forward and backward, forward and backward, up and down, up and down, she was screwing me with rage while my hands held her buttocks tightly. Forward-backward-forward-backward! Up-down-up-down! Inside-outside-inside-outside! I heard the gasps and shouts not only from my mother but also mine, plus the continuous banging of the bed against the wall Unconstraining her and my mother's perineum squashing one after another my balls. In the whirlwind and frenzy of the powder I was throwing at myself, I noticed a movement behind my mother, coming from the door, specifically from the keyhole. It was very wide, as big as the large key that opened it. And poking out through the keyhole there was an eye, an eye! They were watching us while we were screwing! They were seeing my mother's ass and how my dick disappeared and reappeared, between thrusts, inside her pussy! Far from being embarrassed, I got more excited, I wanted them to see the delicious woman I was screwing! I started giving her hard and loud slaps on the ass, at the same time yelling big booty! over and over again, while my mother, screaming like she was riding a wild horse in a rodeo, increased the rhythm more and more. Practically jumping frenziedly over my dick, entering and exiting, one after another, until finally, seeing that she was coming, she stopped, and emitting not one but two screams reached orgasm. Almost at the same time I also came, discharged the little sperm I still had inside, into my mother's vagina. Enjoying the powder we had thrown, my mother remained seated on top of me, with my cock inside her pussy, until finally she got off and fell onto her back beside me. I lifted my head slightly to look at the keyhole, and indeed there was the eye, looking without blinking, at my mother's bare ass, as well as the vulva I had just benefited from. The son of a slut who had come out was obsessed with screwing her, although, with the greed he looked at her, it's strange that he hadn't already come. I rested my head on the pillow and, stretching my arm, touched her ass, and the touch turned into rubbing. I wanted to make the voyeur's teeth even longer, give him even more envy, of what he so eagerly desired, but I had without effort. From my hand and from my cipote. Incorporating myself, I gave her a light kiss on one of her buttocks, another on the other buttock, and the kisses gave way to licks, long and wet licks that ran along her buttocks. My hand went to her vulva, dilated and dripping with fluids, and I put it in slowly and smoothly, caressing her between the vaginal lips, delicately and insistently playing with her clitoris, causing it to become more swollen and congested each time. I was doing it not only for myself and my woman, but also to excite the viewer, to make him more and more jealous, to heat him up until he exploded. No... no rest! Always want more! I heard her whispering while she writhed in pleasure and tried to move my hand away from her sex. Incorporating myself, I fell on top of her with my face down and kissed her softly on the nape of her neck, hearing her sigh and moan as her skin became erect on her neck. Between kisses, I rubbed my cipote insistently against her thick glutes. The more I kissed her neck, the more she agitated beneath my weight, seemed a sexy wild girl to tame, until my cipote found an opening to enter and crossed it. I don't know exactly where I put it in, but I penetrated her to the bottom, until my cock disappeared inside her, and I started riding her. Now I was the one riding her, and she, underneath, didn't stop moving, trying to unseat me with a force I didn't know. She panted, moaned and sighed while I was fucking her, but I held on to her breasts with my two hands and kept going without stopping. Finally, I came, and as I relaxed my grip, the sexy girl let go of me, throwing herself to one side and quickly getting up from the bed, jumping onto the floor and heading for a closed door that she opened and disappeared through. I thought she was going to the bathroom to wash up, but no. She came out completely naked and fucked on the balcony. Fearing she might do the unthinkable, throw herself off the balcony, I followed her, but no, it didn't seem like she intended to finally give up her days, but instead she was leaning on the railing, looking out at the field that showed up at our feet. I approached her and gave her a light slap on one of her buttocks. She turned towards me, showing off all her splendid nudity, and, smiling mischievously, whispered to me: Don't look, pretend but they're watching us! Indeed, about three meters below our feet and just a few meters away from where we were standing, the waiter was watching us. Grabbing my mother's cock, she got down on her knees in front of me and began to caress it with both hands, while licking my glans. Putting it in her mouth, she caressed it with her rosy, swollen lips while caressing my balls. She's doing this to make the waiter angry! And I was getting really turned on by the situation, especially when I looked directly at the waiter while my mother ate my cock. If there was so much fuck, my little brother was exhausted, almost dead, but she miraculously brought him back to life with those hands, that tongue, and those lips of Saint. She took her penis out of her mouth, without letting go of it, turned her back on me, leaned against the railing, and spread her legs apart, whispering: Now get in! Fuck me! Grabbing my member with my hand, I directed it to her vulva and penetrated her without thinking. It was already a familiar place, one that I entered and exited as if it were mine. Holding onto her hips, I started swaying back and forth, back and forth, the familiar mete-saca dance. While I was fucking her, I looked where my mother was directing her defiant gaze, at the waiter who, with his cock out, was masturbating without stopping to look at us, see how she was getting it. Suddenly, I heard a vehicle approaching, appearing in my field of vision - it was the tow truck! The tow truck that was coming for our car and would take us back to civilization! My mother also heard it first and saw it later, and, quickly standing up, she pulled my little brother out of her pussy. She urged me Tell me: Hurry up and get dressed and down! The papers are in the glove compartment! As I was getting dressed as fast as I could, I heard her telling me: But don't forget to bring up my suitcase so I can get dressed. I replied, imagining her naked on the crane. If you don't have any clothes in your suitcase. She replied: I'll put on your pants and shirt that you wore yesterday at the wedding. Don't you want me to go completely naked with strangers on the crane? What would your father say if he saw me appearing like this? You're very good! And he'd give me a few ejaculations. You know him too little! He doesn't screw, only gets angry! After her confession, I prepared to leave, listening to my mother telling me: fuck the key, I'm going to take a quick shower. With the key in hand, I went down and, not finding the concierge on my way, identified myself to the man driving the crane. I explained what had happened and, with the suitcase in hand, went up to the room where I had left my mother, while the technician was checking the car's motor. As I was going up the stairs, it seemed like I heard some shouts and noises that initially I didn't identify, but when I reached the floor they became more distinct, much more distinct. They were coming from the room where I had left my mother just a few minutes before. Approaching the room, I listened to screams and noises that I soon identified: They were fucking! But... they were fucking like beasts! It sounded more like a fight than a quickie. What was happening to my mother? Were they screwing her? I thought alarmed at the prospect. I stopped in front of the door without making a sound and prepared to listen. There was no doubt, they were fucking in the room where I had left my mother. Those screams that I was listening to were familiar, very familiar, I had heard them many times over the past two days. They were hers, my mother's! But they sounded different, it was as if... she suffered... it hurt her. No, no, those weren't exactly cries of pleasure that I was hearing. But not She was alone, not masturbating in intimacy, but someone else was with her, as heard by the voices, noises, and gasps that overlapped hers. And they didn't seem to be from a single man, but at least two. Two! I got down on my knees in front of the keyhole and brought my head close to look through it. The first thing I distinguished was movement, and then I observed some naked bodies... moving rhythmically... back and forth... back and forth. My mom! And two more guys! They were screwing her! They were screwing my mom! One guy was lying on his back on the bed, with my mom facing him, and the other guy was mounting her from behind. While one was screwing her pussy, the other was giving her ass. At the same time they were screwing her, the one below was sucking her tits while rubbing them to pleasure, and the one above was holding her by the hips. With arms bent over the mattress, my mom resisted as best she could against the thrusts of the guy who was giving her ass, and the one lying down who was working her pussy. A slap! And another! The guy who was giving her ass was slapping her hard and loud on one of her buttocks, causing my mom to emit a scream when receiving them. This was the one who was enjoying her ass, the one imposing the rhythm with his strong and violent thrusts. It didn't take long for the one above to come, grunting like a pig with bronchitis, and he stopped while the one below continued screwing her. Dismounting her, as he withdrew, he slapped her hard twice on my mom's already red buttocks, causing her to emit sharp screams. With frenzied rhythm, it didn't take much longer for the other guy to reach orgasm, and stopping, he enjoyed his ejaculation for a few seconds before pushing her violently, causing her to fall onto the bed. It was Then when I discovered the obvious, that the guy who screwed her through the pussy was the stablehand and the one who did it through the ass had to be the waiter, although at that moment I didn't see his face, but if I heard my mother say to me: This will serve as a warning! If you get hot, you'll burn! Slut, heat-poll! After a brief pause, she threatened: Remember, if you say anything to the sexy whores accompanying you, you won't leave this place alive. Do you understand? Answer, damn it, answer! Do you understand? I'll kill and feed you to my pigs. Yes! Yes! I heard my mother respond terrified. You won't leave alive! The guy said, and directing himself at the stablehand, he said: Already! No? Come on, let's go! When I heard him, I got up as quickly as I could without making a noise and hid in a dark corner of the hallway. Opening the door, the two guys left the room, closing the door behind them. I prayed they wouldn't discover me, but if they saw me, they ignored me, descending the stairs. It took me a few minutes to calm down and, doubting what to do, when I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom, I assumed my mother was washing up, so I opted for prudence, acting as if I knew nothing about what had happened. I approached the room and, using the key to open the door, entered a deserted room where the bed sheets were rumpled and dirty, full of fluids I didn't want to analyze. On the floor lay a blanket, the one from the bed, and throwing it over the mattress, covered up all evidence of the rape that had occurred. On top of the bed, I placed the suitcase I was carrying and was about to open it when I noticed that on top of the only chair in the room was my mother's white dress, the one we had left abandoned in the hallway, as well as her high-heeled shoes. At least those bastards had had the decency, or whatever you call it, to return her clothes so she could cover up the shame of her rape. My mother didn't take long to come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a worn-out towel. She looked exhausted and barely glanced at me when I told her I had brought the suitcase, but since she saw that I had recovered the dress, it wasn't necessary to open it. Since she wasn't responding or looking at me, I approached the chair where her clothes were, and asked her, pretending to be innocent: How did you recover the dress? Did someone bring it for you? She remained silent, turning her back on me, until she took off the towel, showing her red buttocks, and put on the dress. So I said with malice: At least you must have given thanks! I heard a brief laugh followed by a sarcastic response: Yes, thank you! We left the room and motel, without forgetting to leave the key on the bar counter, under the grumpy gaze of the bartender, but still I dared to give him thanks, which he responded to with a smile that chilled my blood: It was a pleasure. We rode in the tow truck towards civilization, dragging my father's car.