A new plaisure

It’s night. Approximately 23.00; I’m in bed. I can not fall asleep. I’m nervous. I get up and go to the kitchen. I open the fridge and take a beer. If my mother could see me infurierebbe. She did not want me to take alcohol. He says that at my age is not allowed to drink beer, wine or anything else containing although even the slightest trace of alcohol. It emptied the beer can to compress and leave no trace throw it in the garbage bag covering it with other waste. To return to the room I must necessarily pass in front of my mother’s room. The door is ajar. Peek and see. It’s in bed. He is not sleeping. He is reading a book. He has his back against the headboard of the bed. They are naked and partially covered with long, red copper color hair. Although I have never seen her I know my mother loves to sleep naked. That evening it is. Apart from the shoulders and arms the rest of his body is covered by the sheet. You only see the shapes of her nipples pushing against the cloth fabric they seem to want to break through. The feeling of being watched makes looking up from his book. Sees me.

“Hello. What’s up? Do you feel OK? Do you want something?”

“Yes I’m fine. I do not want anything. I could not sleep and went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water (chin). Then I saw the light in your room and I stopped to look at you. I have a great mom. “

“Hey! Why this compliment to your mom? I see every day, and have not ever done compliments. Tonight you are in the mood? Come on in. Come and sit in the chair. Let’s talk a little. You and I never talk. “

Later I go and sit in the chair that is one step away from the bed. I watch her. My eyes are drawn to the bumps of her nipples hidden by the sheet. Sonia (is the name of my mother) becomes aware of the direction of my gaze. He smiles.

“How’s school? And that pretty much teacher who you like is good as you say to me? “

I do not tell her. Others are my thoughts.

“Mom, you sleep always naked?”

Sonia looks at me and after a pause he replies.

“Yes. When you are in bed between my body and the sheet I do not like that there is nothing to separate us. Why do you want to know?”

“I’ve never seen her naked; I would love to see you dressed in your own skin. “

Her green eyes pointing my. Silence fell in the room. The minutes pass.

“Would you like to see me naked? Only? And then?”

“Then what?”

“Do not you want your dream come true?”

“What dream do you speak?”

He does not reply me. You do not need. She is a woman and realized my fantasies about her. He knows and how he knows it is a mystery to me. I become red with shame. I get up and turn me toward the door. I start walking towards the exit of the room. They are on the threshold when his voice stops me.

“What are you doing? Are you leaving? You do not want to see me naked? Come on back. “

I’m confused. I turn and look at the bed. She is there. Relaxed and without the sheet to cover it. It is showing in my eyes. Without taking my eyes from that fantastic body I rejoined me to the bed; I sit back in his chair and staring at rest for a time that seems endless to me. She is smiling. God, how beautiful.

“So, tell me: you like what you’re seeing? You really nice as you say it? “

I’m so excited that I can not speak. A firm flesh long white body milk 178 cm with the thighs and legs that are two columns which support a weight of 70 kg all included; a chest with 105 cm in circumference, a waist measurement of 65 cm and 98 cm sides is there before my eager eyes. My Adam’s apple rises and falls. I’m gulping air.

“Mom you’re beautiful. I’ve never seen anything so wonderfully beautiful. I would love to be able to touch, caress. I can?”

Sonia laughs.

“You mean you would palpate? It is part of your dream? Since you want to do? You must have made a great effort to get to me so exciting request. Shown myself naked with my son’s eye is already an act that I should not do, however, I excite me feel watched, especially if you’re looking at me. Want to slide your hands on my body? I’m your mother and I should not allow it, but we do not find anything strange in that my son touch me. Of course you can also touch and caress even if you already know how it will end. “

I can not believe you gave me permission to put my hands on her fantastic body. I stretch my arms; my hands are placed on her belly. And hot. I make a sliding towards the belly and the other to the breast. My touch, and so light that I shudder.

“I did not do you so good at caresses. Where did you learn?”

I do not tell her. I continue in my work. The hand moves towards the belly reaches his groin and stops. I placed the palm over the thick triangle of hair that cover the vulva and her fingers over her slit. The other hand reached her breasts; the palp. I stroke the first one and then the other. I hear my mother a groan and an incitement.

“Yesss, do not stop, it continues.”

My fingers play with her nipples became hard as steel. Li claw with your index finger and thumb and squeeze them. Mom cries and meows.

“Yes, stronger Wring. Do you like my breasts? When you were little you aggrappavi there with his mouth and you ubriacavi of my milk. You want to try again? But you have to settle. I have no milk. It pretends that it has; that there is.”

My mother is inviting me to suck her tits. I do not pray further. I sling my head on those beautiful globes of alabaster white and wrap my lips as close nipple. I begin to suck. I know to do. The ancestral memories do not betray me. Sonia trembles.

“I see you have not forgotten how to suck milk from my zizza. Though it has been a lot of years the memory you have left. Bravo my baby. “

The hand I have on his groin transmits the sensations in the fingers that I’m trying to suck in the zizza mom; I can not control them. They move by themselves and venturing into the thick hair. Come in contact with the labia and take to creep inwards. I have just crossed the entrance of the vagina that I hear a roar and at the same time, the contraction of the labia majora is exerted on my fingers. Mom is enjoying. Her vagina is filling the moods of her orgasm. When it is completely full tramacia; crosses the hills of the labia majora and floods the forest of hair wetting my fingers and my whole hand. And that’s happening what I’ve always dreamed of. My mother invited me to get into bed.

“Take off your clothes and come to bed.”

In the blink of an eye I am lying naked beside her.

“No, no, not so. Find me on. “

I pass an arm around her shoulders and makes me roll on himself. I am lying on his body. Her boobs are crushed against my chest. I feel the hardness of her nipples. His eyes are fixed on mine. They shine with a light that I have never seen in other eyes. In looking at me while his hand creeps into our bodies. She claws cock and riding him to the entrance of her fantastic body. Approaching his mouth to my ear.

“Push.”

I run and go into the long body craved my mother. I have just reached the end of the race that a strange feeling comes over me. I have the impression that he wanted to urinate. A moment later he ejaculates and farcisco my mother’s vagina with my cum. I Shot down over her.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I do not know what happens to me. “

You hold me tight and whispers in my ear.

“Do not apologize. Be calm. If it had not happened you would have disappointed and worried. It’s your first time? “

“Yes, Mum.”

“God, it’s great. My son became a man lying with his mother. You can never imagine how glad I was to be your first woman. You will see that the next durerai more; It will be longer. Rather you know what you did? “
“I think I know. I made love to my mother? “

“It’s what you did. You’ve screwed. Did you like it? Would you still do it? “

“Yes, Mum.”

“We have all night to us. We’ll do it as many times as you feel to do so. I must, however, promise that nothing of what we will do will be known by others. No one will ever know that you had sex with your mother. Would, if it becomes known, our ruin. “

“Because?”

“Because this is called incest and in our country it is forbidden to mate between mother and son. If they find out there for me there is the prison and psychiatric care and for you, given your age, the entrusting to a psychologist. “