My story with my mom

After my parents' divorce, my mother who was 37 years old at the time (I'll upload a real photo of her in a bikini below), my sister who was 5 years old, and I who were 14 years old, moved to live with my grandmother. My grandmother offered us the old room of my uncle, where we had a small bed, 90 cm wide, which wasn't big enough for the three of us, so we had to adapt, my mother and sister sleeping on the top part of the bed, while I slept at the foot (my mother's feet were at eye level, my feet were at her neck level, and my sister's feet were at my ankles). We slept well because I felt the warmth emitted by my mother, a warmth that made me forget about the problems of divorce, a warmth without malice, which helped me sleep. One day while playing in the room where we slept, I pulled out a drawer from the closet and was surprised to find an unexpected treasure. They were porn magazines, at that time, although you may not believe it (now I'm 38 years old), I had never seen a naked woman or in pictures, I opened the magazines and what I saw made my small penis hard, seeing those magazines taught me how to masturbate, I discovered a world of pleasures. During the day, I started to see my mother in a different way. She liked to walk around the house comfortably, usually wearing a white short camisole that showed her underwear, which were also usually white, she didn't wear a bra because it wasn't necessary, her breasts were well-placed, with a nipple that was always erect when I looked at it sideways. At night, it was hard for me to fall asleep because the bodies of women from the magazines and my mother's body kept coming to mind, plus I started to notice the smells, the smell of woman that my mother emitted. One night, I couldn't contain my curiosity anymore, how would a woman's vagina be? What would her touch, your smell, your taste? I knew it wasn't right that I had these feelings for my mother, but desire was stronger than reason and I gathered courage to take a big step. We were sleeping as I described before, that night my mother had her left leg resting on my left hip, her ankles near my face. In the dark without lifting the sheet, rubbing with the tips of my fingers I went touching my mother, first her ankles, knee, thighs, until I reached the edge of her underwear, caressing above them the ass of my mother, entering between her thighs and touching a zone where her underwear was very hot... At that moment my mother moved, giving a small kick in the face, I got scared because I thought my mother had woken up, I stayed still for a while to see if my mother would scold me or say something, but she didn't say anything, she was still asleep. I gathered courage again and went back to putting my fingers in that hot zone of her underwear, as I learned from porn magazines that zone had to be my mother's pussy, started inserting my finger through the edge of the underwear, what I touched was a very hot and humid zone with curly hairs around it. I put my finger in more, putting it a little inside my mother's pussy, took it out of that cave and went exploring that ridge from the anus, passing by the upper lips, reaching a little pile surrounded by many hairs when I touched it my mother let out a very deep sigh, I stayed quiet again but this time without taking my finger out where it was, went caressing that little pile which made my mother sigh again, was she enjoying it?... I kept caressing it and my mother started to moan, never before had I heard my mother make those sounds, but it seemed to me like she was enjoying it, so I continued with the caresses in that point, my mother moved her hips slightly forward and backward, at a certain moment my mother's body... Tensing as I took a deep sigh and stopped moving my hips. I went back to the entrance of her pussy again, and to my surprise it was soaked, I introduced my finger this time a little deeper, now it slid in more easily, so much that without effort I could introduce the whole finger, I moved it palpating every part of the interior of that pussy. When I pulled out the finger I took it to my nose, it smelled... in a way that made me instinctively take it to my mouth, it was viscous, wet... but I sucked it like it was a caramel and without even touching myself, I came in my underwear. After that night I never looked at my mother the same again. The next day my mother seemed like nothing had happened, and I looked at her with desire... CONTINUARA... I'd like you to let me know if you liked it and if I should keep telling my story. A greeting and THANKS.