Incest crusaders
My Father, the Father of my Son, my Son my Love
In my family, beauty is an "epidemic", my sister Steffi and I. Twins, 43 years old, green eyes, 1.65, rather thin, blonde, I have long hair, Steffi on my shoulders, she is a psychologist, I am a former model, we are very close, we have no secrets, that is why we took that step.
I was Married to an Archer of football that I flecho, I fuck like an animal for ten years, today sex almost drops out, we have two Children, Steffi 22, a model, like me, a Son Mik 20 years, just like his Father, tall, hairy, hoarse, eat, do sports as gross, my son that yes Basketball
My Daughter is a model, you travel a lot, doesn't live with us, as his Mother was a Lady
My Husband is the manager of a football Club, I, promotions, shopping, and homemaker Mik University
The fact is that my lack of sex, in addition to the fact that I do not dare to be unfaithful, I began to desire my Son, my gaze traveled over your body, and more than anything I tried to avoid what he wanted.
In addition, I was sure that no one would know what pushing me ever closer to "just Do it"
My son has no idea of my intentions. The thing that fucks him was crazy, he reminded me of his father when he was young, he couldn't explain it to me, he was clear about what was going to happen to me, he knew that but it was incest if I drove my son was going to end up in my bed.
It was not my thing walk in his underwear at Home, it would be unlikely for both
I pull a lance, taking advantage of that came mangled their games of basketball with my husband away I offered to give her a massage
The dialogue was more or less like this:
- want to get a massage
- Know how to give massages Breast
- Sometimes you give to your Father
- let's try Breast .
Are bath, in trousers, bare upper body lay down on my Bed face down, I didn't want to rush you and ask you to stay in underwear for the massage.
Cream skin, massaging your back slowly, my hands almost in slow-motion, like a caress, his breathing slowly began to stir, close my mouth, I felt my breath, my hands followed his task, he said, I weighs a lot if I'm on your back, not Breast replied, I sat on his back, rode slowly my dress, were my panties, my legs in contact with your skin, my son is very anxious, I felt his body tense, I was very hot but determined not to rush you, I asked him to rotate, not Breast so this well, the reason, when unemployment had an erection of monuments, it was very hectic to your piece
That night my Husband, I wonder, will you gave a massage to Mik, with total indifference, he said, if I get very sore Basket .
My Husband commented, pure claw my Tiger, I was very close to check it out.
Three days is repeated but this time I asked for the, same scene, my room, my Bed, with a big difference, my Son was in his shorts
- you care Breast
- It's not a good idea, he said and pulled my pants. My son lay face down. I left them on a chair. Because of his position, he could see my whole butt. A small pair of white underwear was stuck in my white buttocks. I felt his gaze. It made me very hot. I tried to tidy my pants, very slowly.
, I thought since you are going to eat, take a good look at because you're going to suck every corner.
Sitting in breeches on his back, my hands soft, slow, my breath on your neck, I started to slide my pelvis on his back, my Warmth, and humidity impossible not to feel, not I went away for a time, it was near the time came, my Husband, my instinct of Female was saying to me that my son was hot, but not yet ready for the incest.
That was when even in his underpants unemployment and, with his hands on his dick came almost running to my piece, the reason, I ejaculate, a small sample was left in my Bed clean with perfume.
That night my son did not have dinner with us, I had very clear why;
Was hot for her Mother
Lying recount again and again what happened, he had just for me, I am their Mother warmed up.
It will be ready ?
The desire for his Mother will be stronger than the Love for his Father?
For a week nothing happened, accompanying my Husband on a business trip, we had oral sex with semen droplets
Every so often I would send him messages;
stranger - our massage
- I also Breast
I going up in tone
- you are going to leave you Mama you relax ? The next to last all afternoon
Gradually it was engaging and he answered:
- is that what they most desire
- I wish they were all days Breast and an enlightening:
- I also want to give a Massage Breast
- will be our sweet secret I replied
For the first time, I felt that my son was ready to go Home incest ?
On Monday my father-in-law arrived, we were sitting in the living room, I sat in front of my son, he crossed and uncrossed my legs, his gaze fixed on me, only he and I were paying attention to the little game, with my lips I said to him "look", I opened my legs and gave him a view of my panties, my triangle that was waiting for him.
Not resisted, stopping and apologizing retired to his room
I am very clear that my Son was ready
For two days, longer than I asked for, I didn't give any massages or visits. I made up excuses. The reason was that my husband was away from Wednesday to Sunday. I wanted us to be alone when he left, and for several days, I had no doubt that my Son was going to end up in my bed and that having enjoyed him would not prevent him from coming back almost every day.
Tuesday Mik was so insistent with Massage Breast before dinner, back yourself into a corner in an aisle, the kiss with a little tongue and told him - no te apures morning we are alone
That night I send a message;
- your Father leaves early massage?
- I don't have basket Breast
- then your I give it to my Mik ?
- happy Mama
And add don't go to school so we took advantage of all of the day
He responded with a round of applause
II fell asleep thinking what was going to happen, my son was going to be inside me, he even wanted me back, the only experience I had with my husband because of his brutality he managed to impale me and I ended up scratched.
In the morning the next little less than I did the pouch to my Husband, at 0830 pm free Home, I bathe, perfume there, breeches flesh-colored, short skirt, jeans, a white top, I haven't got bodice, and shoes, saw no need to put my makeup on, that if I was going to have sex, I thought.
What wait for having coffee in the kitchen, when you feel it down the stairs I pull up the skirt, stays in panties and my Top. the in pyjamas, not okay, I saw I am speechless, motionless
-Hi Sleepyhead, coffee or massage?
- massage Breast
- are we alone
And that's where it all started, she wasn't a virgin but she was very inexperienced, we hurried a lot, with her pajama shorts on her knees on top to suck my pussy and ass up as if without remedy, when she took me by the mouth she was very rough, when she penetrated me she attacked as if she were running a race, it took me an afternoon and two fucks to tame her, at my pace, without rushing, navigating our bodies, now kissing me down very gently, then my hands hospitalized my pussy, she put her tongue in, she rubbed the top of it, when she sucked my ass she got into me on all fours, separated my ass and put her tongue in my anus to leave it white.
I started the end of a more intense one for the second day we did it, my back was very sick, my husband just called me, looking for a moisturizer, he seemed to guess, he was rubbing your cock, you are going to get fucked in the ass to a Breast, sucking a little and pushing it, it is very animal, as if he raped her
That licked, and paff in one go, I enjoyed it a lot, we repeated several times, it was very addictive
The strangeness of doing this with my Son, embracing, with your cock inside me I pulled out one orgasm after another was unstoppable
We do this quite often when traveling his Father, the thing gets wild
My love of morphed into a Love of Female love and desire with madness
The first week Mik dodged to his Father, what avoided, to the extent that our sexual relations it became a daily part of our lives, the Father and son returned to be the same
We had a problem so intense our incest I was inflamed labia, I didn't want to go to my gynecologist, as always, I was the one that serves my Sister, Steffi, to tell her of my diagnosis, Steffi told me we need to talk
Cafe in the middle I wonder who it is, seeing that I would get very nervous taking my hands and told me;
- Your Son
For an answer I started to sob, Charlotto mírame, you're not the first, nor the last, I have been months in this
- with who you ask
- with my son Vittorio
We hugged, both sobbing, and he told me
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