Like I love mommy final part

From that Saturday morning when our love was revealed, spent too many beautiful things I want to share precisely because given the wildness of all our passion, my mother and I ultrapasamos all limits that can access a couple. Just woke up at dusk, she looked at me with her tender and sad eyes I wanting nothing had happened. I hugged her back and stroking her hair I started to say that life can bring us much happiness on the roads we least expect. We had a couple of months ahead while my sisters returning from travel, and most importantly at that time was to make clear what would be the attitude we would assume to them upon their return. We agreed that it was our secret and nothing tear us a confession about everything that lived engrossed in the privacy it provided us alone in home. Finally he calmed down and decided to give us a good shower to get something to eat out. See my bare hand, staring at the memory of our madness, increased in me a feeling of protection for all that she meant at the time. The I embraced not know how many times, feeling his body pressed against mine, intertwining their legs in mine, and without more eager to leave his bed, as we kissed tenderly lust we already knew was soon to be present.

We had made love does not know how many times, and I did not care if the world exploded into pieces, or a tsunami dragged us into infinity. I said that the bathroom could expect and I started to openly explore every centimeter of her beautiful skin; its beautiful and delicate face, his neck and shoulders and tanned with those freckles that the sun was leaving in each exhibition at the pool. I stopped in her small but firm breasts and ran my tongue over her nipples until they were completely hard and ready to new crazy … I kissed her belly and I loved watching her deep navel, where the scars of laparoscopies to which she was subjected were apparent. Her mons as close to heaven, his black hair forming a diamond that is diluted in a small trail of hairs to her navel, and which she did not shave for fear it will swell more, were the reason why not I had wanted us to leave the bed ever … I kept kissing her long legs as she writhed like cat in heat, stroking her breasts and belly. I bit his knees gently tearing gasps of desire, down to his feet, perhaps part of your body that more ruffling my hormones since I started seeing her as a woman. Sucking each their fingers, running my tongue among them, nibbling throughout, it was something I could not stand my goddess, who unwittingly ended up reaching orgasm. Therefore I swear I will not find in my life a more flirty, sexy, flirtatious and beautiful than my mother’s feet … the smoothness of his plants, his long fingers and perfect nails … the curvature of the instep and the smoothness of their heels were the biggest challenge as fetishist could face … so from that moment I became addicted to them, and there was instant did not want to pet, including when and my sisters were at home, saying that she came very tired their work and needed to relax her so much hustle. I think over time they came to suspect that I was madly in love with our mother, and occasionally my younger sister told me so. Evading the severity of their questions I told him about my manhood was natural that he was more aware of it, as the two remained too busy on his own; an argument that satisfied them the concerns of my sister.

I wish I could suck all your sex at that moment, but let adrift the spectacle of his body as mine, it was something I never forgive, because for the first time for me had it freely without fear; approval and having convinced he was enjoying this morbid but incredibly rewarding game. I asked her to turn back and continued my journey through his legs to reach the sumun of exaltation with its succulent ass … slowly I bit her bottom and I started to open my hands while introducing all my language in its depths, exploring each fold , walking my mouth to her big lips dripping with sweetness; eager to draw from her womb to the last drop of pleasure … she continued to show signs of being on the brink of madness, as she clutched and bit the pillow. “You’re a degenerate my heaven, where learned so much ah? “” … Said no response, because I just wanted everything alien to stay in between her legs forever. I reveled in his back and reached his neck, he asked me not to torment but then could not resist the urge that nailed again, and said in the most vulgar way, reigniting the fire that threatened to burn down the universe.

We love again, without fear, pairing our sexes to feel my cock fit perfectly into her vagina, that nothing was left over or missing, and as she almost cried, it was the richest thing I had ever eaten … and Each vulgar, obscene phrase each acrecentaba our mutual complacency, increasing the swing of our nakedness until exploit together in an indescribable orgasm. “I love you, I adore you, you fucking pervert me crazy,” he said almost sobbing, as she kissed his warm mouth, our tongues ended as two appendices to love over lust that bound us forever. We sat quietly holding hands, not wanting to break the spell of that immense and unforgettable evening … only hunger made us wake up to find that eating in a restaurant close to home. After showering together, soaping every corner of our intimacies finally we return to sanity. “My man you want me ?, asked suggestive place, and told him I could do with a miniskirt. She, naked and without preventing always entered the room of my sisters and opened the closet to pull out a little skirt … my older sister asked me if I liked it and I gave my immediate approval. He wore a thong black color was lost between her buttocks, a red top with no bra baring of his belly, and a not very tall blue sandals that emphasized the grace of your feet shod, while the miniskirt accentuated the roundness of her rear. I could not believe that divine female, at the dawn of its 39 years, it was mine for all the reasons in the world, for having given birth, for having breastfed, for having raised, and have become my wife; in the most exultant passions and in the most heinous of sins, but mine until eternity; and dying come directly to the worst hell.

We were in a mall looking for something that would please us, when the truth was what we wanted to continue to love more. And I said jokingly, and she with a look of astonishment, I replied that it was the last straw for me, and that this step would end up in a nursing home, but also disliked the idea … we took hands like teenagers, as we used to do since childhood … finally we decided on a burger fries we accompanied those who consumed worldwide. After lunch he asked me to accompany her to see showcases, one of his favorite pastimes without any objection, I agreed … I had accepted what I asked so as not to tarnish for a second our relationship. We walked an hour in the mall, but I started to bother many types shamelessly lurid set their eyes on it, it all looked indifferent shoes and other nonsense. From that moment I began to feel a fucking jealous man they were breaking me patience. My mother noticed my frown and asked me what was wrong, and I told him what happened. He laughed heartily and told me not to pay attention to that shit, because I knew that she was owner and was happy to be mine. That reassured me but not much. Well, it certainly looked provocative, since the damn skirt highlighted not only his tail but his legs, but it is also true that the stupid idea was me. We walked back home as the 11th night … We undressed, we took a prolonged kiss, but fatigue venciéndonos ended and we were deep until 10 Sunday morning that woke me the phone ringing. I woke up scared and my older sister was wondering what we had done the night before and told him of the output but without elaborating. He told me that a friend of hers from Bogota, had seen some pictures of me and he was pleased … I did not answer anything and she with the confidence that had we always told me something half ridiculous: “Brother I ask you a question but do not be angry? Tell me the truth … .eres gay? … Because we’ve never known a bride, and you’re going for 17 years “. “Son of a bitch .. only that I needed,” I thought to myself, and I lied when I said I was not queer, and I had indeed slept with three girls from school, but did not want anything serious with anyone. I do not think she has swallowed the story. Total, mom asked me and I said I was still asleep, and I was sleeping in the room of them, to be exact in his bed, which incidentally was crap. We laughed a little, he asked me to look after her very much and goodbye … if he knew that he had killed to protect her. My beautiful little woman awoke with tousled hair … “you seem the most charming witch in the world,” I said and stamped a kiss on her lips closed because I blurted out that I was a pig because she had not brushed his teeth … I laughed at all his jokes too. It was Sunday … breakfast, and thanks to the day presaged a sun as hell for a change in that city, he asked me to accompany her to the pool. Just between us, I hate the pools, but nodded without a word a word.

When I told him about the conversation with my sister, I could tell by his face that he was upset, because I doubted were walking not doing shit with these whores school, as he said. She was jealous, like me, determined to mark their territory and that attitude filled me with an unhealthy pride. I swore that really was a virgin until Friday night … “yeah, when I ate drunk, shameless,” and looked at me laughing. The matter ended there. However, again the donkey to wheat. I happen to like strange thing, that day gave everyone to go to the damn club … could not miss the sons of bitches that claiming any stupid approached her to offer a beer or a drink. Of course I could not be so evident in whoring show that ran down my spine, each one of these suitors asked her phone number, but I decided to step in and give myself my own number. So when you call have the pleasure of sending them to hell. She attentive to what he did, he enjoyed a great time … “is very jealous my baby? … Mommy wants you thetic now we get to the house? “I said the more brash way of the world …. I looked at her with a scowl, saying very seriously, it was better from that time thought of buying another swimsuit, and I did not like in the least to laugh so much with those bastards. He laughed and asked me to placed sunscreen because he was going to turn. These small incidents demonstrated that the relationship between the two is fully away of filial love and transformed into the uncontainable passion of two lovers. I never gave reasons for doubting my behavior, but on several occasions she could not contain her character, judged against incriminating facts, particularly when some friends of my sisters came home. Of course it was nice to them, without giving way to anything else, but my mother, uncomfortable and jealous as a tigress pinched me very hard, pretending he was joking with me, enough for me away from what she considered an imminent danger signal. I have my doubts, but my sisters began to distrust our mutual behavior, without exactly sizing we had already violated all the precepts and all possible standards.

Surely you will think I have a very fertile imagination, and it is not easy to accept that lives like ours have been exposed to so many deviations, if that term seems appropriate. My older sister, inquisitive, not that we knew had or had had a boyfriend, and the smallest less. Instead it was common that they were surrounded by friends. I, sometimes slow to react, began to connect the dots and figured that their questions about my apparent homosexuality perhaps were intended to cover future. The truth is that I did not care … I was dedicated to my great love … to live madly everything that my mother gave me every night, every minute we could have some privacy … and so if my sisters were lesbians or liked dogs or horses was a topic that never took me sleep. Instead my mother if; until one night anyone asked me I thought that … I did not take it seriously, but made it clear that we were less suitable at that time to give lessons in good behavior, and that she herself emphasized them at all times that the Men were the worst of the kind thing that we agree. So we minimize the matter and no more was said about it. The months of July and August were a period of adjustment for mom and me. We always knew, but in another plan … and she converted back into a woman, a boy, to be exact his son, he had to go through moments of anguish, doubt, remorse and do not know what else. Hence many mornings waking uncomfortable or upset. Knowing where they came from their stay was outside reactions, mulling thousand ideas that move away from that pit where fell helpless. Luckily this was exceeded and when my sisters returned home everything was under control.

I can not end this story without making clear that despite the years that have passed, and she is already a woman of 53 years, our relationship continues unabated, and contrary to what you may think, our sex life is enriched each moment. Still beautiful, deliciously beautiful; a little caderona and of course with your back also bulkier dream. He often goes to the gym to tone their legs, and we continue to live together. My two sisters live in Bogota and visit us often with their partners; very pretty girls indeed. They finally found out about us, and thanks to the love we have, see it as something very normal, although at the beginning it was very uncomfortable for everyone. Living means doing things, good or bad depends on who the judge, but one thing I’m sure … if I was given live again retreating time would not change a comma to everything I’ve done so far.