taking my son

Taking my son

I just turned 42 years old and 2 separate. I have two sons, Paul, 20, and Sofia 16. Gustavo, my ex-husband, we met in high school and we started dating in fourth year. Now graduates and 20 years were married very enamored, and so we kept until three years ago when, for economic problems that until then had never had, the relationship was worn and decided to get away, still love us nor esteeming much as the first day. Moreover, in recent months every so often we encounter sex in which step (and spent) 10 points. Unfortunately, at least for now, who knows later, it is not the time to get back together, but we have talked several times and the idea we like them both, and I suppose our children also …… well, at least now I do not think Paul Why I will explain

. Without strong fights in between, with Gustavo we agreed to separate. Immediately we have a close relationship, except with regard to our children and what it has to do with economic constraints. At first, he never got together with a coffee out there, and we are at home for dinner or lunch the whole family. Since the beginning of our separation, we prefer to do things because we assumed it would be easier to cope.

Only eight months after separate, I decided to go with a coworker. Pinton, nice guy, happy, Federico ended up convincing me for a Saturday night were to take something first, then the cinema and finally dinner. Or rather, penultimate, because to close the evening ended up taking in every corner of his apartment. Neither escaped our laundry powders. The pass very well, why deny it. But it was nowhere near comparable to night spent with Gustavo. I have no complaints whatsoever Federico, but my ex if he caught me like gods. It lacked neither imagination nor power. For him, five, six or seven in each culiada powders were like that. It was evident also in the sex she missed, but we made a decision that, however hard it might be, should respect at least until when both we felt it was our time.

When Paul saw me come home on Sunday afternoon, he did not take it well. Although he made no scandal, his pouting and attitude made clear that he disagreed with my departure, especially because at that time he was hoping that his parents back together. As its stance seemed immovable, a few days later I decided to talk to him. He understood to mean, but I think more to me than conviction as himself. And then I gave in: not date anyone else to see it finally happen to Gustavo. He agreed and our relationship returned to normal, at least that was what I thought …….

I am a woman of good body. Without being a goddess, I have very clear that I’m Cute, even in the face. Brunette, light-skinned, loin maintained based on a healthy diet and exercise in the gym, we’re going to Sofia two to three times a week, on the street I keep out eyes of men whose ages range from 15 to 50 years. Plus I like to dress well, but this is understood by dressing with clothes. No. Just good, wearing fashionable clothes according to my age, colorful, molds that accentuate my strengths and hide or make look better those features that I do not like, like my boobs, which are not huge but more girls: 85. measure’m also a very hot mine. I need sex. I love him. Me crazy. It gives me life. It rejuvenates me. Gustavo always had, at any time of day and wherever. Not like those eight months to hold open my legs with Federico. I think it was rather depressed post separation that masked the need for hormones.

As I spoke with Paul, I noticed changed. The first few months I thought it was pure enthusiasm from a hopeful kid to know that his mother was reserved only for his father. Very affectionate, companion, cool, friendly, charming …. ¿Seductive? One day while I was in bed watching TV but really thinking about the positive changed my son, I crossed my mind that adjective: seductive. Since then I worry and I decided to pay more attention in their attitudes and see whether or not he was right. Then I realized certain “new things” in it: boxer walked in very often, and hugged me a thousand times when I was only wearing them. When finished showering out of the bathroom with a towel tied around the waist and always walked past me, so I was in the kitchen. It only took care of it if Sofia was home. Compliments like “you’re cute mami”, “EPA pollerita you got that nice legs”, “you’re the mother of a friend, oh God I would not do” ….. Yes, it was obvious I was seducing and it took me months to realize. And to think that he believed his role of “good mama’s boy” was his happiness to see me again possibly with his father.

And for three months he had seen me with Federico. Needed action and masturbating just met me anywhere in the house at any time, provided that the guys were not. Only in the shower or in my room at night, but they did find. And the indignation that had at first so to see Paul (I never dared to reproach anything modesty) I was going to feel some mixture of indifference and curiosity. Indifference is not the word. Definitely not. It would be more consistent to say “need.” Which is then transformed into joy, anxiety and addiction. One night, while I was in bed and then my children have fired me for bed, I caught masturbating thinking first about my ex. In ratoneo passing like a movie in my mind, I enjoyed full wet me, stroking my breasts, my clitoris, my ass hole, I sucked my fingers and thought Gustavo juices, until suddenly Gustavo not Gustavo was more, it was transformed into Paul, and a esfumatura, the effect of film, image sharpness Paul was gathering to represent full, vivid. He kissed me, I sucked, I played and I got his fingers and his penis. Sucked, he kissed, caressed him, he ate the cock I knew seeing huge bulge in his pants. I was in a feverish level of 100 percent and continued to have a full, brutal, delirious orgasm, which coincided with the image to see my son get his cock out of my shell and, kneeling on the bed, point it at me for their jets warm milk fell into my mouth, my face, my boobs and my abdomen, while he burst into moans of pleasure to the limit.

I was with a strange feeling. I criticized me for thinking of my son making love, but I felt that I had really enjoyed it. I think I found the answer why, or at least I thought. Paul is very similar physically and character to his father. Both have good looks, they are athletic, like sports, they are the same face, the same gesture, much like speaking, the two are good people, cute, kind, caring, responsible thinking ….. And I I had the two met again touching, wet, hot and in seconds Nomás ended up biting the pillow to Sofia and Paul would listen not my scream of pleasure. Trembling, he was agitated and sweaty. I kept thinking more relaxed and although I thought. I need to take. I promised my son I would not set a different man than his father. But like all in the family, I would take the win with Paul. After all, he would not object, if the fool was seducing me !!!! Obviously I would have no problem fuck bitch mother, this horny slut who needed a good dose of dick in the next 48 hours or would not fulfill its promise.

Sofi, my pretty Sofí, went to school like all morning. Paul then woke up in shorts and with typical erection who just gets up, began pacing in front of me in the kitchen while she prepared breakfast. He opened the refrigerator and took out the box of milk and drank peak. I realized that he dropped out of the corner of his lips, a small stream of milk that was cleaned by hand while looking at me smiling. I acted immediately, we will remove the milk carton and left it on the counter. I put a hand on his chest and push back at him with the face of a bitch.

He grabbed my wrist and put his other hand on my neck, I came abruptly and we melted into a passionate kiss languages. His hands ran me whole. Standing on one leg with the other enveloped him while he got a hand on the cock and the other was squeezing her buttocks. We did not talk. They were only moans and action. I pulled the pajama top and let my boobs exposed. With hands and mouth pounced on them while I, resting on the edge of the counter, pulled my head and torso backward dominated pleasure. He sucked and fondled my breasts with the other hand and ran my thong cotton and fingers smeared my juices. He got and took two three fat fingers and rubbed me the clitoris. Fuck that Pablito knew how to use his hands. The tongue also: I went to the counter and bent down to suck the shell, and ended up in a trice. He stopped and the post as it was, I nailed a starting a wobble that took me back to another orgasm. As I put it, I lifted a little marble and ran a finger down the delicious juices dripping shell that used to lubricarme the ass. He thrust that finger wonderfully. He had his dick in pussy and a finger in the ortho up, down and spun. That pleasure felt. It was like his father. A maelstrom of pleasure.

I was dropped from the table and made me suck bent. He devoured for several minutes while he touched my breasts and I got my fingers into the shell. He stopped, turned me and made me throw myself in front of the marble counter, pointing my ass. I knew I was going to go out there and said, “do not waste time.” He nailed me and started shaking. And I just kept going over and over again. Still I am using my fingers to give me even more pleasure. Until he said, “I just” and its contractions were transmitted through my rectum to cover every cell of my body. It seemed that with ejaculation Paul also got in my whole body ortho. As I felt like I enjoyed it. How delicious.

We do not speak. We just hugged and kissed. Paul called to work to say he was not feeling well and would stay at home. We had four free hours until Sofia came from school and take them. Taking in the shower. In my bed. In his. Back in the kitchen. In the dining room. In the garden. It was an amazing day in the style of those who had sex and I with Gustavo.

And today almost a year after that first time with Paul, we keep doing at all times. It’s magic when after taking my son going to meet Gustavo. My two males together. I wish it were possible at the same time. But neither I accept that. And Paul does not want to know anything about your father gets home, but slowly loosening going crazy because he knows that neither would fuck with him. It will be my lover forever.

Josefina.