I could not resist
Feast of graduates of architecture my son accompanied me
MY Name is Paulette, since a year ago (11 months, and 22 days like forget it) I have frequent sex, 3/4 times a week with my son Paul, who is now 22 years old, a tall boy, pinton, athlete and very "outgoing"
We live in a Mediterranean City of Spain, I am Married 22 years ago with a Naval Engineer, good marriage, with sex "at rest"
We have also two daughters, twins 5 years, a product of in vitro treatment . I am an Architect, high, thin, practise yoga, cloth, pilates, French Birth .(I was born in Lyon)
For years the alumni of my University we make a homecoming dance, this year my husband couldn't join me for being trip, my Son Paul was offered, accept you happy .
For some time now, Pablo had been giving me rather painful glances when he would wear a skirt or a dress and cross his legs and look at my underwear. They were sexual glances. I was very aware that I, his excited mother, which I attributed to something hormonal and typical of my age, seemed harmless to me. Besides, I am modest and I don't show myself or anything at home.
That night I put on a white gown, middle Hippie wave that sold on the beaches, and little neck, bow tie, jacket jeans, shoes low, he was tanned, I looked very well, Paul jeans, short sleeve shirt and white sneakers .
By opening up the car door and sit down, not wanting to gave him a view of my panties, my Son, to nail your look, by instinct I closed fast my legs .
Place a Poolside snack bar very cute in the beach, we were like seventy, all known, sushi, alcohol, very good wave, I almost do not drink and my son had to lead anything, Paul knew many and were moved to their hearts content .
As at 23:30 pm they started dancing, smoke, lights, music, Paul I moved it like a doll, in a moment it became a little train, my son was behind me holding my hips to stop me nailing your cock, didn't give him important, with repeated for the fourth time I detach and upset and I told him that happens to you, I am your Mother. My son Replied, moreover, a woman to whom I have a lot of enthusiasm.
I went out to smoke, nervous, confused, I felt a little bug in my brain that I would repeat, "your son wants to fuck" . "your son wants you to fuck" to me, his Mother, who also had never been unfaithful to him, it was weird, kinky and a little exciting .
As the 030 between, I saw him talking, high, pinton, sweet smile, and very sure of himself . I exist, and for the first I thought of giving myself to my son.
At that time, lowered the lights and began slow dancing, Paul hit me, I felt the contact with my body... your cock is hardness, sometimes I refregaba, as the one who sends a message, taking advantage of the darkness his tongue ran through my neck, and went and spent the dances, they were really "stuck"
- you like it Mama
- Let's say it doesn't bother me Paul
In a moment we were in a corner, I turned, clove his dick through the back of my dress and put a hand between her legs, he was pushed to feel my wetness, I let go, here I did not say, a coffee and we're going to
The way to the car I embrace you, as you enter the car, I kiss, I just lips, brake Paul we can see. We go to a hotel, I don't want to go Home even told him.
I was horny but even doubted whether to fuck him or not, my Husband, your Father, the melli, the as serious as the day-to-day. all around me was spinning
Both silent, tense, excited by the situation. A very lonely beach bar, illuminated by the glow of the city lights, about 4 or 5 cars all at a distance. I went out to smoke, I got a bundle of nerves, my cigarettes were falling, at one point I felt cold and in between, my son had laid out the seats, I kissed her, this time I opened my mouth, our tongues seemed to dance between them, I touch for the pants, stop it
- not here Paul looking for a hotel of those couples
She texts the babysitter that we'll be late, Paul Googles something, and we set off, in tense silence, on the path to incest.
I with my eyes closed and a crazy thought "I feel when my son finishes inside me", I imagined a thousand scenes if it was clear that I was not going to stop, if my son wanted his Mother he would have his Mother, but doing everything in Bed, I was so hot that I did not care about acting like a Bitch. If you had traumatized her her problem she was
Not well we came over, waiting Paul I need to go to the bathroom . I wash myself, look in the mirror, my face before crossing the border, I saw a lion that was about to eat his puppy
I walked out, my son lying on the bed in his boxers, his cock erect, he seemed trapped, turn on the light- Paul we'll see this, pull down my dress, my bra, my son looked absolutely astonished, only a pair of tiny white panties what separated them from their destiny, let go of my hair, show it to me Paul, under his boxers, his cock a baseball bat, it's going to hurt, I thought.
Or he kissed me, put a pillow under my ass and buried it between my legs, desperate to suck my pussy, slowly tiny-soft, alternated circular movements of his tongue with intense clitoral strokes, put fingers, tongue, clamped my legs on his head pushing him to enter, my hands grazed my tits, I began to moan with sonny, sonny reckless, without control, I came in his mouth, almost howling, Pablo kept licking, I began to pray, almost screaming, put it in me, put it in me, I turned around, and in 4 my son's hard and incestuous cock entered my insides, he grabbed my hair while he rammed me, you like it mommy he repeated, you like it, I moaned and sonny, sonny, I felt a pleasure of another nature, unknown to my body, I began to push hard, and with a hoarse, guttural moan I came, convulsing, scratching my pillow, an orgasm that seemed not to leave my body, Paul hung me tight, I squeezed my tits and ejaculated a torrent of semen that seemed to open up looking for the place that gave it life.
Turn, sucks his dick cleaning up the remains of his semen like a bee had for the honey, then hugged, my son kissing my breasts, many I love you, I love you, a fuck of two hours . Paul wanted to follow, impossible were almost 0600 am, even I had to dispatch the Babysitter .
Stayed Monday to repeat at Home, in the morning, that gave us more time
In the shower I jabone with desperation as if trying to erase the traces of incest . Breakfast with the melli's all normal, as if he had been a spectator of another movie
Then we went to the 4 to find my Husband, his Father at the airport . The wonder that such a festival I sonroje and Paul said to him, don't know how to dance Mama ( shameless guy )
It was a Sunday unlikely, having lunch at the family home of my in-laws. all so normal, however on the inside it boiled.
When we crossed with my son saying, you know the breakfast that is waiting for you, and to me, Mama Monday, I'm going to be pure of mouth, we spent that Sunday anxious, tense, like the two beasts waiting to be unmoored.
And it's all thanks to the faculty of Architecture
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