Magical Incest

The first man who told me I love you was a twenty year old teenager, he said it seconds before penetrating me for the first time, we were naked, he was on top of me, he looked at me as if asking for permission, I moved my head "affirmatively" and he nailed me, ayyyggg I exclaimed, we kissed, he closed his eyes, he told me I love you again, and moaning he added

Momgggg

He pushed his hips hard and entered me completely, all the way to the bottom. At that moment we were coupled, the incest was consummated, my son after twenty years returned as a man to enter my entrails.

I know the exact time because at that moment and seconds before closing my eyes and giving myself over to incest I happened to see a clock hanging on the wall. I have recorded in my body, in my mind and in my heart the before, during and after of our first time so my story is quite faithful with respect to how things happened so that in an ordinary family my son and I came to have sexual relations.

Six months have passed since that “instant” that changed my life forever, and in many ways his, and we are still “at it” quite frequently. Today I can say and write in capital letters that I love him, he completes me, in bed he makes me see “stars” and he never tires of telling me over and over again.

Mom I love you

My son at twenty years old today has his 39 year old Mom “in his clutches.”

I got married (civilly) very young, pregnant and in love with a Latino "macho" seven years older who seduced me with his energy, vitality, friendliness, passion, perseverance, he had everything except intellect, and he was and still is very attractive.

A tireless "party animal", more interested in living today than tomorrow, nothing worried or scared him. Two months after we met, I gave him my virginity, he was experienced, very patient and in that bed he killed me. It hurt, but I had incredible orgasms, I felt madly in love for the first time, like I had never been in my life.

This is my Man, I kept repeating to myself, but neither at that moment nor when we got married by civil law did he say I love you or I love you when I asked him, he always answered the same;

Actions speak louder than words

Three months later, Brian was born and three years later, Ann.

Brian is just like his father, light brown hair, not too short, black eyes, aquiline nose, pronounced chin, baritone voice, and at the time what happened I think he was 180 cm tall and weighed more or less 78 kilos, my daughter on the contrary is very similar to me, blonde, blue eyes, thin, 167 cm tall, with the anatomical measurements of almost all the women in my family, 88, 58, 92. Genetic inheritance, plus we all practice ballet, which in the long run shapes "thin" bodies.

Over the years, the differences in character of my children became evident, today after having slept with him I think that they had something to do with what happened,

My daughter Ann was like her Father seemed to have a practical sense of Love, as a teenager she always said

With you, bread and onions, never

When we talked about love and asked Brian about his “ideal” woman, he always answered the same thing.

Like Mom or equal to Mom

At that time I was still a child, I was thrilled and found wonderful the love and devotion that my only son felt for me. He got along well with his father, they played football and were rugby fans, a life so normal that in retrospect at that time it seemed impossible that not only what happened would happen but also what I as a mother and woman wanted to happen.

The changes came when Brian entered the University to study Medicine, that brought him very close to me. We talked a lot about the subject, about scientific advances, the impact of Telemedicine, etc. We talked almost every day, often until very late, he listened to me, asked me questions, participated, looked at me a lot, when I wore skirts or dresses more than once I caught him looking at my legs, even turning his head to try to see my underwear.

These themes, this vocation of my son for medicine, created a certain intimacy for the first time, and the fact that he looked at me and no one knew, a certain complicity, those moments became our little world.

Always at the end of our conversations, he would smile, kiss me on the cheek and say goodbye with a

I love you Mom

The I love you's that my husband had not told me, my son seemed to never tire of telling them to me.

This stage coincided with the deterioration of my marriage. We had grown up very differently. I was a cardiologist, my husband was an insurance businessman. My training was scientific and, although it may sound false after having slept with my son, I considered myself until that moment a fairly rational person. My husband, on the other hand, continued with his party spirit.

We didn't know much about my son's love life. He had several friends but he didn't seem to have an intimate relationship with any of them.

My daughter, on the other hand, had a boyfriend who we all loved and who was little more than her slave.

One time when the four of us were having dinner, I asked Anne if her boyfriend had told her that he loved her, she replied

Like a Parrot Mom

My son, knowing his father's lack of romanticism, nudged him and said

Learn Dad

And again he repeated the same answer.

Actions speak louder than words

There was no point, we had been together for more than twenty years and I still hadn't received even an 'I love you'.

At that time I didn't know it, today I have no doubt, that little by little the seed of incest was incubating and would soon germinate, the events would be in charge of precipitating everything.

It still hadn't crossed my mind to have "something" with him but I wasn't getting anywhere by deceiving myself. I increasingly thought that if he weren't my son, despite the age differences, I would have already looked for him. This was the type of man that she needs today, but he was my son. At that time, incest seemed taboo and extreme, and the few times I imagined it, I thought that it could harm both of us.

Other things happened that pushed us to this. I suspected that my husband was cheating on me. We had gone more than eight months without having sex. It was strange, unusual, it was not like him and I, who felt very unloved, did not seek him out. I was almost sure that he had someone else. It was almost impossible for someone with his libido to resist such a long ban.

I happened to use her car, and when I turned on my cell phone, the name of a certain Paula appeared, who had registered more than twenty calls.

I was expecting it, but I was still disappointed. I was crying and sad. My son ran into me in the kitchen, noticed it and asked me.

What's up, Mom?

Nothing, nothing

I responded between sobs, at that moment he hugged me, holding me very tightly, he held me close to him, we stuck together and he said in my ear

I will always be there

He took my hands, kissed my tears and added

Because I love you

I couldn't resist and I started to kiss his face, at one point our lips met, neither of us opened our mouths, but no one separated, it lasted almost a minute, when we separated we both blushed and my son said

Ugh Mom

I didn't know what to say and I said the same thing

Uff

He repeated Uff again and added

I better go

And she left, I managed to tell her, perhaps recovering my role as Mom.

Don't be late

That night I thought a lot about what happened, I had no doubt that it had been a coincidence, which is why I asked myself over and over again if that kiss was innocent or not.

I was thirty-nine years old, I suspected that my husband was being unfaithful to me, the only I love you's that I demanded so much had been told to me by the same person who made me feel loved, who listened to me and with whom I had kissed that afternoon:

My son Brian.

I decided to be careful, I felt that I was in a very vulnerable state. However, as much as my rational mind demanded 'care', I really liked what happened, I would say that I loved it, it touched me very, very deep in the Heart and I couldn't help but send him a WhatsApp, a heart, a kiss and I wrote to him before going to sleep.

Magical

My son responded with another Heart, another kiss and a question

More magic?

Don't hesitate and answer him.

Always

And I turned off my cell phone, as I fell asleep I asked myself over and over again

Where am I going?

Life seemed to continue its course, me with my work as a Cardiologist, my tasks as a Mother and my increasingly cold relationship with my Husband who, tired of my indifference, asked me "What's wrong Marisol?" I answered him very coldly.

Paula the one on your car screen

He just shrugged his shoulders, silence gives consent I thought, again that Friday my eyes filled with tears, I felt like my marriage was going downhill, I couldn't explain why he had been unfaithful, where I had failed, each time he looked for me I was willing, I more than fulfilled his three C's, House, Bed, Food, I had given him two wonderful children and the payment was this, horns, indifference and above all not a measly I love you, not even because he was hot he said it to me, I was disappointed, sad and at the same time very very angry, wanting to pay him back in the same coin with someone who would seduce me with I love you, I love you, a romantic, my heart demanded Love, my body needed sex, it was a very explosive cocktail that would soon explode for a very simple reason, that someone who had told me all those sweet words that I longed for and had reached me in such a beautiful way heart was within my reach, in my House, he was born from my womb and he had a name, my Son Brian. Incest was getting closer.

And that Friday, as if he could read my mood, he took another step. My son was about to leave and ran into me in the kitchen. I felt sad, absent, unmotivated, flipping through the TV. It didn't take him anything to realize it. He asked me.

Mom, sad and tearful again?

I answered

But this time angry, very angry

There was a silence, he sat down, took my hands and said

You need an I love you

He paused and said to me

I love you Mom

I got emotional again, I felt so much love in his words, his eyes reflected much more than love, devotion and something, something like a glow that could only be desire, I sighed, stood up, opened my arms and said to him

So Magic Brian

And I kissed him again a little kiss on the lips, when I heard my daughter's footsteps in the hallway we separated, wait I told him, I closed the kitchen door, and I told him

Make your magic

And this time the kiss was with tongue, we stuck our bodies together, my son put his hands on my hips, I leaned up and hugged him, I pushed my hips, we kissed with tongue for a long time, I felt a slight erection between my legs, not even that separated me from him, only my daughter's voice with Mom separated us, my son said again

Magic

And I answered him

Magic

And he left, not even five minutes had passed and I received a WhatsApp from him, a simple message that was going to have a great influence on what was coming to us.

Mom, I love you so much.

I almost died, my son's love for me had almost reached the top of what a man can feel for a woman, he felt it and wrote it, the big difference is that this man was someone who had given birth twenty years ago, my own son, a thought takes hold of me, so strong that one would say that it 'possessed' me.

He does deserve me

But he was my son and there were still barriers and taboos that prevented incest.

That night as I went to bed, for the first time I stopped to look at my bed and thought:

here, my son and I?

The Mother still held back the Woman who was pushing more and more towards sex, and she quickly arrived.

On Saturday he arrived late, very late at night, I felt him arrive but I didn't see him, on Sunday we all went to my father-in-law's, so there was almost nothing, just a couple of WhatsApp messages,

How are you, Mom?

I answered

Passing it

My son answered

So I love you Mom

I felt the same intensity in my heart again but it was no longer worth anything to deceive myself more and more, accompanied by greater excitement. I answered him with a question.

Magic today?

My son responded with another question

At what time?

I thought about it, waiting for my husband to fall asleep early was impossible and that night I was determined to give greater intensity to our magic, leave innocence behind, take it to a sexual level, his WhatsApps declaring that he loved me very much or that we kissed were no longer enough for me, I wanted him to desire me, to turn him on, and for that I would have to risk myself, I answered him

Don't fall asleep

He responded with flowers and a heart. Once again I sighed, this was much more than maternal love, there was desire here, excitement for his mother, he was hot for me and at this point it was increasingly reciprocated, I am thirty-nine years old, I know my sexuality very well, my body temperature did not stop rising, I could not fool myself, for a very simple reason I could not regulate it, I was "hot" and it was for my son, Incest had caught me.

At ten thirty my son was in bed, I stayed up for a while with my husband and daughter watching a movie and around 11:30 pm my daughter and I went to bed, my husband, who had a long day to sleep, stayed up watching TV.

I put on a pair of pajama pants and a shirt, changed my black underwear for smaller flesh-colored ones, and waited.

My eyes were closing when I received a WhatsApp from my son, a simple Mom that was a reminder that he was expecting my visit, I decided to answer him.

Go

I put a few drops of perfume on and left, I assumed that my husband would notice what happened in the kitchen, I filled a glass with water and told him

For Brian.

Soft touch and enter, Mom said in a very low voice, I turned on a small light and before her eyes I took off the bottom part of my pajamas, I was left with tiny panties, being flesh-colored the hairs of my vagina were noticeable, it was almost an invitation, he looked at me hypnotized, Magic I told him and I lay down next to him.

Immediately my son clung to me, I felt his erection pressing on my vagina, very hard, we hugged, stuck together, I whispered in his ear, we have little time, do your magic and we kissed with a lot of tongue rubbing our bodies, my son stammered Mom, Mom, it cost me a lot but after three or four minutes I got up, put on my pajama pants, kissed him again, he said to me again

Mom I love you so much

I answered

Magic

and Pausing add

Yours

Again I saw how, as in the song “little stars and elves” I no longer had any doubts that my son’s love went far beyond the filial bond, his maternal love was so intense that it was accompanied by a very strong desire for his mother, that was already more than clear, I kept asking myself, what now? How does it continue? I also kept thinking about

“The one who deserves me, the one who deserves to have me, to enjoy me, to fornicate with me”

This thought was recurring and pushed me more and more to sleep with him, the answer to how this continues was floating in the air and had the form of Sex, of incest.

That night the question I had asked myself when we had our first kiss, “where am I going?” became very clear to me at least. I went to sleep almost determined to have sexual relations with my son.

I woke up very early with the alarm on my cell phone, I had a heart bypass surgery, depending on the complexity and number of clogged arteries it would take between three and six hours, I decided that as soon as I got to the clinic I would cool my head, I couldn't allow myself to think about sex with my son while a patient's life depended on me,

I felt very anxious, excited, excited, not nervous, I thought I knew with absolute clarity what my son wanted and I was almost determined to give it to him, I looked at the time 7:20 am, maybe he would be awake, I sent him a whatsapp, I wrote to him again our Magic

He responded within a minute

Either you or no Mom

With the link to Luis Miguel's song.

I sighed not ten times, took a sip of coffee and, I decided, I answered.

Intensely Yours

My son answered

Intensely Yours

It was sealed, the words that his Father should have told me for years had been said in a very short time by my son, he had made me feel a Love and a desire so strong that I was willing to break down filial barriers and sleep with him, I would have to be the one to take the initiative, my son, no matter how much he wanted me, would not dare to be so direct, I was his Mom, not easy, after what I had experienced the night before I had no doubt that it would not cost me almost anything to take him to bed, the key was not to scare him, to create the occasion, for it to happen naturally, for him to feel the beauty of the intimacy and secrecy of what we were going to do and that we were both sure of doing it, it was sex, incest yes, but my son when taking my body had to feel all my Love, incest seemed to be just around the corner.

I decided to take advantage of every moment, to give intensity to every moment that we were alone, the magic to kiss each other was our open sesame, I wanted more, I wanted him to kiss me, touch me, feel me, and that night he felt me.

My husband told me he would be late, after dinner my daughter went to the movies with her boyfriend, Brian was in his room getting ready to go out, I sent him a whatsapp

Before you go Magic?

Asked

Where's Mom?

In my room, I'll let you know.

I changed my clothes, got ready, bye bye jeans, I put on a white skirt, the shortest I have, it reached above my knee, almost a miniskirt, I knew that if I crossed and uncrossed my legs my panties would be visible, a jeans shirt, no bra, my tits are small but hard, firm, nice, my blonde hair loose, barely made up, no stockings or shoes, I left only a little light, I lay down, crossed and uncrossed my legs, I wasn't nervous, very anxious, but determined to transform this little moment into the "preview" I wanted to leave it ready, prepared for what was coming, which was nothing other than having sex.

I was determined that when I left my room I would have no doubts that in the next 'magic' I would have to penetrate me, take me and enjoy myself.

I didn't have time to fuck, it was impossible, for that I needed several hours, not only to do it more than once, but more than anything to calm him down after having done it, I had a feeling that the sexual act in an incest must be very strong and we would both need a lot of time to appear somewhat normal, I sent him a WhatsApp

Come

A minute later he came in, “Close it,” I told him, he closed the door, I locked it again, I told him, he did and looked at me, he stood at the foot of my bed, he was eating me with his eyes, I opened my legs wide, I knew my underwear was showing, and he didn't stop looking at them, I found him so cute, in jeans, a loose white shirt, sneakers, he was nervous, he was more than old enough to realize that even though he was at home, in his parents' room and in front of his mother, a “sexual” moment awaited him, here I told him hitting the bed with my hand, “Take off your sneakers,” I added, we lay on our sides, I positioned myself in such a way that our faces were face to face, I began to caress his hair, my son closed his eyes, he was breathing heavily, in a very soft voice I said in his ear,

we are alone, do you want Mom to give you magic?

I stammered a yes, yes, I kissed him with a lot of tongue, we stuck together, I had him standing, his jeans almost bursting, but he didn't dare to touch me, he didn't take his hands off my hips, I told him

We have little time, I want intensity

I kissed him again and caressed his cock over his pants, his hands still didn't touch me, I told him

Brian this is serious I want you to touch me

And I put a tit in his mouth, I said,

you're gonna suck me and you're gonna touch me.

And with my hand I put one of his hands on my butt, over my underwear, I kept telling him that, that, touch me, put your hand on me, touch Mommy.

He sucked my tits very anxiously, alternating one and the other, with his little eyes closed, my son kept repeating to me Mom, Mom, I told him, that's it, suck, suck Mom, touch me, touch more I told him, continue, we're alone, he didn't put his hand inside my panties, he was hot but a little scared, tense, I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs, in my vagina, on my panties, it was wet, I told him in a very soft voice

That, that, you like it, touch it, that's where you came from

I've never been so hot, now Mommy is going to touch you, just when I turned my body to suck it we felt my husband's car arrive, the first to feel it was Brian who jumped up like a spring, repeating

Dad, Dad,

And he ran out of my room at the same time I went into the bathroom, I hurriedly took off my clothes and got under the shower, saved by the bell, it almost caught us.

I spent a long time under the shower recovering my pulse, when I came out wrapped in a towel my husband asked me about Brian, I told him with total indifference

I guess it came out

And he went to the living room to watch TV. What happened was exciting, but for both of us “it was too late” that he wanted me, it was more than clear, not to mention me, I was ready as a Mother and Woman to be penetrated by my son, but not in our House, after his Dad almost caught us, I would have to find a place, a “nest” where Brian would be calm, if it is already hard to do it with his Mom, being also worried that his Dad or his sister would catch us was too much, after all they are our family, better for both, that way I could have sex with him in peace,

My “brakes”, my I am his Mom, the after “of” how our relationship continues, our family life, how my role as a Mother will be after having slept with my son, each and every one of the questions I had asked myself regarding Incest, were answered by the facts, what was coming had to be full, intense sexual relations and for several hours.

I was doing that when I got a WhatsApp from my son, a simple

Ugh Mom

I thought a lot about what I was going to answer, I wanted my answer to reassure him and make it clear to him that what was coming was total incest,

I looked for an apartment that was neither too close nor too far from home. I found a very nice one, with a view of a small park, a large bed with a white blanket, a bathtub, with lots of light, light colors, very modern.

I was so sure that the next day we would have relations and from then on we would not stop having them, so I rented him for fifteen days, at this point I took incest for granted, not only was it desirable for both, I saw it as inevitable, it was only a matter of time and I would take charge of speeding up the times, I sent him a whatsup

Tomorrow we could “get lost” after lunch

My son answered

And what would we do, Mom?

Total magic Brian an afternoon of magic between you and me

He answered me with a heart.

I would see how I could come up with an excuse that would allow us to leave the house for several hours with my son.

The next day, which was supposedly “our day,” he avoided me. The four of us had breakfast. He didn’t speak or look at me. When he finished and went to his room, I sent him a WhatsApp message.

Is there no I love you today, Mom?

answered

Ugh Mom,

I answered him

Ugh Mom, just that, not even an "I love you"?

answered

I love you Mom

I assumed he was nervous, he's twenty years old, he's a man, he knew perfectly well that that afternoon with almost total certainty he would have sexual relations with his mother, my son had a feeling that I was going to fuck him, I know him, I gave birth to him, I am his mother, I can read his body language, he was tense, anxious, excited, as much as his love and desire for me had taken us to a point of no return, feeling the imminence of incest is something very difficult, becoming aware that he is just a few hours away from penetrating the mother's flesh is very strong, for a son to desire, fantasize about his mother can be a normal stage within adolescence, but this was real and my Son as a Man was more than clear about it.

I set out to reassure him, I answered him

Don't leave your room

She replied with a heart. Wait, when my husband went to the supermarket and my daughter locked herself in her room, I hurriedly changed my jeans for a dress and went to her room.

Soft knock, I entered and closed the door, he was lying down, without slippers, he looked at me, to relax him I turned around and asked him how I looked, beautiful Mom, I lay down next to him, I kissed him, with tongue but calmly, the passionate kisses would come, I asked him to speak slowly and I asked him

Do you know what's going to happen today?

He was very nervous, he closed his eyes and answered me with a question

Magic Mom?

I chose each word very carefully, being so close to sleeping together I didn't want to scare him for anything in the world.

Magic,,,,,,, but more intense

I love you Mom

He had me in his hands, my legs were already open to receive him.

Me too and this afternoon my flesh will make you feel it

And I left, I dedicated myself to doing things around the house, giving instructions to the maid, organizing lunch and preparing to live an afternoon full of magic. I felt calm, a little anxious, mentally I was more than ready to have relations with my son, physically, not to mention the morbidity of incest excited me a lot, I was very hot, my heart as a mother was beating for him and as a woman that afternoon my body would make him feel it for several hours. It may seem incredible but I felt “full”. Very happy.

I took a shower again, shaved my legs, painted my fingernails and toenails, didn't put on makeup for obvious reasons (my husband would have asked me where I was going), chose a cute, sexy, black underwear set, put on jeans, a green V-neck sweater, sneakers, my typical jewelry, bracelet, necklace, earrings, wedding ring, and my watch.

I looked at myself in the mirror, turning my body several times. I wanted to see what my butt looked like. I felt pretty, proud of the body I was going to give to my son. I would enjoy myself, he would eat a beautiful little mommy who was in the prime of life, mature enough to teach and young enough to enjoy.

At thirty-nine years old in bed with my husband we had done everything, even anal sex about thirty times, I was good at handling myself, I had initiative, I liked oral sex, I was witty, creative, if I gave it to my son he was in for a feast. For my part, I had no doubts that the passion of his twenty years plus the morbidity of fucking his mother were more than enough for him to make me enjoy that bed, he loved me, he desired me, my flesh was ready to receive him, an afternoon full of sex, incest, and magic awaited me.

I had only one concern, I didn't know if my contraceptive patch was working or not, I was in my fertile days, my son would surely ejaculate several times inside me, I thought, I am a doctor, somehow I would manage in case I had any delay.

I want to make a parenthesis before telling how what happened

that afternoon passed.

I read several incest stories, all by Barbara, and I liked some a lot (between my son and I, chemistry, the one about the Mom who through incest gets her son off drugs, the one about the Mom who went to mass, and the one about Barbara herself, under the summer sun) but there were others that I found shocking and in bad taste, especially the one about match point, that Mom who kept repeating that her son “fucked me, fucked me and fucked me” seemed ordinary to me, lacking the love that must be in such a beautifully intimate and extreme act as sex with a son.

The four of us had lunch accompanied by my daughter's boyfriend, absolutely normal, Brian and I were a little quieter but nothing noticeable, we seemed like just another family, just another day, except for my son and I, we both knew what was coming.

Such is the human capacity to dissimulate that even though my son and I knew what was going to happen that afternoon, we acted as if it were just another lunch on another day, incredible, incest in plain sight and we were quite calm, at least in appearance.

As soon as I finished the dessert I stood up and said

I'm going with Brian, he'll accompany me to the Shopping

And Add

We're back for dinner

My husband said

So long

I just told him

AND?

I brushed my teeth, peed, put on a few drops of perfume, and sent him a WhatsApp

Ready ?

Yes Mom

We said goodbye to everyone, my husband said don't spend too much, we got in the car, my son got behind the wheel and we left.

Where are we going Mom?

I put the Google Map and told him

Here

What's there, Mom?

Magic, you just drive

And I closed my eyes, ten minutes later we arrived, when we parked the car he asked me again

What is this Mom?

A place where we can spend a magical afternoon without anyone bothering us

When we got into the elevator and taking advantage of the fact that no one got on with us, I told him

Brian, this is between you and me, not even your shadow can know.

We entered, it was impossible not to look at the bed, the eyes wandered off by themselves, I think the same thing happened to my son, Brian didn't know what to do or say, I asked him to check the minibar and put on some nice, romantic music, he asked me

Either you or no Mom?

Either you or none

Luis Miguel's song was going to be the one to drown our moans, I went into the bathroom, peed, washed myself downstairs again, dried the hairs on my vagina well, pulled up my jeans, looked in the mirror, that's it, I said to myself, here I go, the time came and I left the bathroom,

My son was lying in bed without slippers or socks, I pulled the curtains, but still a lot of light came in, I took off my shoes and lay down next to him, even though we were alone we were talking almost in whispers, I asked him

Do you like the place?

Beautiful Mom

And he added

Don't worry

A place for magic Brian, kiss me

We kissed with tongue, I climbed on top of him, he was still tense, I told him

We are alone, touch me, kiss me,

He put his hands on my ass pushing me towards him, he had an erection, very hard, we were rubbing against each other, wait I told him and I took off my sweater and bra, I told him

I want you to suck

And I put my tits in his mouth, that, that, that's what I told him, I couldn't take it anymore and I told him

Take off my pants

What a moment, I watched as his hands pulled down my pants, Mom, Mom kept saying, when I was left in my underwear I told him

It's your turn

He looked at me as if thinking, perhaps realizing what we were about to do. Mom said again, I didn't give him a break.

Brian, this is serious, take off your clothes and make love to me.

He got naked, he had a good body, with his abs well marked, a nice penis, thick, well erect, hard, with few hairs, come I told him, Mom, Mom he kept repeating, I took off my underwear and said I love you my Love, do it, he placed himself between my legs, Mom, Mom, he did not stop stammering, I could not take it anymore, I was so hot that I almost begged him

do it, put it in me

I look at him for seconds, as if asking for permission, I nodded my head, he told me

I love you mom

And he penetrated me, murmuring Mamaggg, it hurt me

Ayyy Briannnn

For seconds we didn't move, we kissed, he told me again

I love you

My Amorggg, my babyeee

And we started to move gently, like in a dance, we kissed, he sucked my tits, he kept telling me I love you Mom while he rammed my vagina, I pushed his ass towards me with my hands, his Mom, Mom, drove me crazy, it was so hot, my son began to ram and moan louder, wait I told him, hold on, he didn't last much longer and he came, when I felt his semen dripping down my vagina I couldn't hold on and I came, an orgasm that almost brought tears of love to my eyes, I ended up hugging him and moaning

Ayyyy noooo Son

My son collapsed beside me, eyes closed, our chests heaving, I held him against my tits, almost instinctively he put his mouth on my nipple, for a while no one spoke, until Brian said

Magic Mom

I answered him

Magic, uff you made me see stars

And he told me again

I love you mom

I, you

We took a shower, got into bed, and talked. He asked me how I had realized that I was turning him on, how I had taken it at first, that when I had decided to sleep with him, I told him, I don't know if with the same words but I told him everything, and above all I told him

I love you Mom, you made me feel loved, that's when I started to want you, to feel that you did deserve to have me, to enjoy me, it took me a while, you're my son, but it was magic and here we are naked and with your little seed inside me.

He answered

I love you mom

I caressed his penis and said to him

Ayyy my love make mom feel it

He kissed me, smiled and put his mouth between my legs, for several minutes my son's tongue and fingers ate my vagina, he did it so well, he licked everything very slowly, except for the little button of the clitoris that he sucked very quickly, he had me on cloud nine, put a finger in the back I told him, he put a finger in my ass, sucked hard on my clitoris and I came, hugging his face with my legs

Ayyyyy noooo agggg

I killed myself, what an orgasm I had, I turned around and sucked him off, we stayed in a 69 with me on top, other times on the side, he sucked my anus a lot, it drove me crazy, when I felt like I was going to finish I got on top of him and stuck it in, it was hard, thick, delicious, I exclaimed.

Ayyyy noooo

My son pushed his hips, and entered all the way, ayyy I said again, he began to thrust while I moved on top of him, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the madness of incest, it was impossible for me to contain my orgasms, when my son ejaculated it was the "summus of pleasure" feeling the trickle of his semen traveling through my ovaries killed me, it was so intense that at some moments I wished he would get me pregnant, it was that wild.

Even though it was the most morbidly hot afternoon of my life, I am not a sexual machine. I really like to talk between intercourse and intercourse. With my husband I very rarely achieved it. He would fall asleep, rest for a while and, bam, he would nail me. With my son it is easier. He is like me. In our intimacy he did not hold anything back. After our second time, both naked, with my vagina still dripping with semen, I asked him what he felt when he was inside me. He told me something very nice.

First of all, Love, morbidity, very hot and a little crazy, Mom, I was amazed to think that I was doing it with the one who partly “made” me. When I put it in you, I felt a kind of fascination for being inside the place that gave me life.

He paused, continue I said, continue please

That's why my moans Mom, when I kissed you below I wanted to eat you

And smiling at me he added

Mom, not all children have the privilege of returning to their “origins” And Mom, I guess you

I stared at him, and then I asked him again.

I love you

You're going to kill me, take me my love, fuck mommy

And after a rich and drooling 69 he put it in me doggy style with a finger inside my ass, when he tried to put it in from behind I stopped him,

Today it doesn't hurt much, it ends up ahead

That was the last time we did it that afternoon, we ended up almost together, again his Mom, Mamaggg were killing me, it was impossible for me to contain myself, when we finished I turned around and sucked him clean.

It's incredible how naturally an incestuous relationship is assumed, despite it being our first time, and that we had only done it three times, we already felt like a couple, him taking a shower and me peeing in front of his eyes, a scene that as a mother I never imagined I would experience with my son.

After almost five hours we left, we made a brief stop at the Shopping to cover up, my son bought a pair of jeans and I bought some underwear that he chose for me at my request, I told him

If you're going to take them from me, choose them yourself.

She picked out some overly “teenage” thongs for me (I’ve never worn thongs) but I bought them anyway.

Before arriving home we stopped at a cafe, my son ordered a juice and I ordered a tea with lemon, I asked him

Are you ready? You'll be able to handle this.

He answered me with complete calm.

If Mom I'm not nervous anymore,

And he told me

I don't want to share you

Uff I felt the same, there I told him that for almost eight months his Dad hadn't touched me and I hadn't looked for him, I omitted that there was a certain Paula involved and I made him a promise

Give me three months to fix our situation, I'm yours

And again

I love you Mom

I answered him

You're going to kill me, Cass and don't worry, we are "us" that nothing and no one can know or separate

The four of us had dinner as if nothing had happened. My husband asked what they bought and my son showed him the jeans, just that for six hours of shopping. That's when I got involved and told him, let's window shop and walk around.

From that afternoon everything changed and after what happened I wanted everything to change.

Having my son inside me was such a strong experience that it “exploded”: my senses, my sensitivity, everything I lived in that bed I felt with much greater intensity, even when he sucked my tits he gave me mini orgasms, when he penetrated me it was as if the walls of my vagina had been waiting for him, he put him in and they closed “traping” him while he rammed me with his Mom, Mom, for the first time in my life I had several 'mini' orgasms, when his body tensed, and he ejaculated moaning

Agggg Mamaaaaa

He gave me such intense orgasms that I ended up in tears. The way he performed oral sex on me was unique, he didn't suck it, he ate it, at times it seemed like I was grateful, and the anus, him kissing me there was something new, dirty, kinky, delicious and very hot.

It's not that my son was better or worse than his Father in Bed, it's different, with Brian it's more from within, it's partly my own flesh that is fornicating with me, it's all more sensitive, more intimate, there's a lot of morbidity, our naked bodies, shaking, his Mom, the secret, intimate, almost sordid nature of incest make this a unique, extreme, beautiful experience, never in my life have I felt nor will I feel something like this again, that's why it's so captivating, it can be difficult to get to do it but once you get to Bed it's impossible to stop doing it, not for my son and even less for me.

I am not promiscuous nor was I willing to sleep with the Father and the son, he is my son, today more mine than ever. I loved him and I was going to be faithful to him, so that night I went to sleep very late, not only because of what I had experienced but because I was looking for how to end my marriage in the best way for both of us. This Paula who brought so many tears to my eyes and who helped in part with what happened seemed like a blessing to me and I wished, I prayed that what she and my husband had was serious.

We separated a month ago on very good terms. My daughter lives between the two houses. My son, despite getting along well with his father, lives alone with me. When his little sister is not home, we sleep together and sometimes we stay in bed on weekends.

We have had anal sex several times, he is not as rough as his father and I have managed to enjoy myself and even finish.

Two days after our first time we returned to that Department, there I gave it to him for the first time,

We were more than hot, I was dressed, and without waiting for him to take it off he got inside my underwear to suck me, I pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees as best I could and sucked him, then on all fours he put it in me, his Mom, Mamaggg were still too much and I finished before him, I was exhausted, wet, he started kissing my anus and said

Mom, I've never done it from behind.

I didn't even think about it, the morbidity that the first butt he ate was Materno's was enough, I told him.

Bring a moisturizer from my purse

I asked him to put it inside my anus with one finger, now suck it, when I felt it more or less dilated I told him to put it in very slowly, I will guide you,

Put the tip in me Like this, softly, ayyy wait, now a little more, ayyy so you don't move, ayyy aggg, push, now hard, ayyy wait, now my Love, hit it hard

And with me face down and biting the pillow my son had his first maternal ass fucking, I put my fingers in while my son's cock was brutally ramming my anus, his breathing agitated, his Mom, Mamaggg in my ear, how he licked my ear while he ass fucked me, that he ejaculated biting my black panties was too much for me again, for the first time I finished from behind howling with pleasure,

Ayyyy nooooo nooo gggg

Today when my daughter sleeps with her dad I give it to her, it's nice, it hurts but seeing how my son takes me as if I were his dog turns me on in such a way that any pain is little compared to the pleasure we feel,

I have told everything, I don't know how to end this story. It occurred to me that maybe with the word that was our code for kissing.

Magic.

The first man who told me I love you was a twenty year old teenager, he said it seconds before penetrating me for the first time, we were naked, he was on top of me, he looked at me as if asking for permission, I moved my head "affirmatively" and he nailed me, ayyyggg I exclaimed, we kissed, he closed his eyes, he told me I love you again, and moaning he added

• Momgggg

He pushed his hips hard and entered me completely, all the way to the bottom. At that moment we were coupled, the incest was consummated, my son after twenty years returned as a man to enter my entrails.

I know the exact time because at that moment and seconds before closing my eyes and giving myself over to incest I happened to see a clock hanging on the wall. I have recorded in my body, in my mind and in my heart the before, during and after of our first time so my story is quite faithful with respect to how things happened so that in an ordinary family my son and I came to have sexual relations.

Six months have passed since that “instant” that changed my life forever, and in many ways his, and we are still “at it” quite frequently. Today I can say and write in capital letters that I love him, he completes me, in bed he makes me see “stars” and he never tires of telling me over and over again.

• Mom I love you

My son at twenty years old today has his 39 year old Mom “in his clutches.”

I got married (civilly) very young, pregnant and in love with a Latino "macho" seven years older who seduced me with his energy, vitality, friendliness, passion, perseverance, he had everything except intellect, and he was and still is very attractive.

A tireless "party animal", more interested in living today than tomorrow, nothing worried or scared him. Two months after we met, I gave him my virginity, he was experienced, very patient and he killed me in that bed. It hurt, but I had incredible orgasms, I felt madly in love for the first time, like I had never been in my life.

This is my Man, I kept repeating to myself, but neither at that moment nor when we got married by civil law did he say I love you or I love you when I asked him, he always answered the same;

• Actions speak louder than words

Three months later, Brian was born and three years later, Ann.

Brian is just like his father, light brown hair, not too short, black eyes, aquiline nose, pronounced chin, baritone voice, and at the time what happened I think he was 180 cm tall and weighed more or less 78 kilos, my daughter on the contrary is very similar to me, blonde, blue eyes, thin, 167 cm tall, with the anatomical measurements of almost all the women in my family, 88, 58, 92. Genetic inheritance, plus we all practice ballet, which in the long run shapes "thin" bodies.

Over the years, the differences in character of my children became evident, today after having slept with him I think that they had something to do with what happened,

My daughter Ann was like her Father seemed to have a practical sense of Love, as a teenager she always said

• With you, bread and onions, never

When we talked about love and asked Brian about his “ideal” woman, he always answered the same thing.

• Like Mom or equal to Mom

At that time I was still a child, I was thrilled and found wonderful the love and devotion that my only son felt for me. He got along well with his father, they played football and were rugby fans, a life so normal that in retrospect at that time it seemed impossible that not only what happened would happen but also what I as a mother and woman wanted to happen.

The changes came when Brian entered the University to study Medicine, that brought him very close to me. We talked a lot about the subject, about scientific advances, the impact of Telemedicine, etc. We talked almost every day, often until very late, he listened to me, asked me questions, participated, looked at me a lot, when I wore skirts or dresses more than once I caught him looking at my legs, even turning his face to try to see my underwear.

These themes, this vocation of my son for medicine, created a certain intimacy for the first time, and the fact that he looked at me and no one knew, a certain complicity, those moments became our little world.

Always at the end of our conversations, he would smile, kiss me on the cheek and say goodbye with a

• I love you Mom

The I love you's that my husband had not told me, my son seemed to never tire of telling them to me.

This stage coincided with the deterioration of my marriage. We had grown up very differently. I was a cardiologist, my husband was an insurance businessman. My training was scientific and, although it may sound false after having slept with my son, I considered myself until that moment a fairly rational person. My husband, on the other hand, continued with his party spirit.

We didn't know much about my son's love life. He had several friends but he didn't seem to have an intimate relationship with any of them.

My daughter, on the other hand, had a boyfriend who we all loved and who was little more than her slave.

One time when the four of us were having dinner, I asked Anne if her boyfriend had told her that he loved her, she replied

• Like a Parrot Mom

My son, knowing his father's lack of romanticism, nudged him and said

• Learn Dad

And again he repeated the same answer.

• Actions speak louder than words

There was no point, we had been together for more than twenty years and I still hadn't received even an 'I love you'.

At that time I didn't know it, today I have no doubt, that little by little the seed of incest was incubating and would soon germinate, the events would be in charge of precipitating everything.

It still hadn't crossed my mind to have "something" with him but I wasn't getting anywhere by deceiving myself. I increasingly thought that if he weren't my son, despite the age differences, I would have already looked for him. This was the type of man that she needs today, but he was my son. At that time, incest seemed taboo and extreme, and the few times I imagined it, I thought that it could harm both of us.

Other things happened that pushed us to this. I suspected that my husband was cheating on me. We had gone more than eight months without having sex. It was strange, unusual, it was not like him and I, who felt very unloved, did not seek him out. I was almost sure that he had someone else. It was almost impossible for someone with his libido to resist such a long ban.

I happened to use her car, and when I turned on my cell phone, the name of a certain Paula appeared, who had registered more than twenty calls.

I was expecting it, but I was still disappointed. I was crying and sad. My son ran into me in the kitchen, noticed it and asked me.

• What's up, Mom?

• Nothing, nothing

I responded between sobs, at that moment he hugged me, holding me very tightly, he held me close to him, we stuck together and he said in my ear

• I will always be there

He took my hands, kissed my tears and added

• Because I love you

I couldn't resist and I started to kiss his face, at one point our lips met, neither of us opened our mouths, but no one separated, it lasted almost a minute, when we separated we both blushed and my son said

• Ugh Mom

I didn't know what to say and I said the same thing

• Uff

He repeated Uff again and added

• I better go

And she left, I managed to tell her, perhaps recovering my role as Mom.

• Don't be late

That night I thought a lot about what happened, I had no doubt that it had been a coincidence, which is why I asked myself over and over again if that kiss was innocent or not.

I was thirty-nine years old, I suspected that my husband was being unfaithful to me, the only I love you's that I demanded so much had been told to me by the same person who made me feel loved, who listened to me and with whom I had kissed that afternoon:

• My son Brian.

I decided to be careful, I felt that I was in a very vulnerable state. However, as much as my rational mind demanded 'care', I really liked what happened, I would say that I loved it, it touched me very, very deep in the Heart and I couldn't help but send him a WhatsApp, a heart, a kiss and I wrote to him before going to sleep.

• Magical

My son responded with another Heart, another kiss and a question

• More magic?

Don't hesitate and answer him.

• Always

And I turned off my cell phone, as I fell asleep I asked myself over and over again

• Where am I going?

Life seemed to continue its course, me with my work as a Cardiologist, my tasks as a Mother and my increasingly cold relationship with my Husband who, tired of my indifference, asked me "What's wrong Marisol?" I answered him very coldly.

• Paula the one on your car screen

He just shrugged his shoulders, silence gives consent I thought, again that Friday my eyes filled with tears, I felt like my marriage was going downhill, I couldn't explain why he had been unfaithful, where I had failed, each time he looked for me I was willing, I more than fulfilled his three C's, House, Bed, Food, I had given him two wonderful children and the payment was this, horns, indifference and above all not a measly I love you, not even because he was hot he said it to me, I was disappointed, sad and at the same time very very angry, wanting to pay him back in the same coin with someone who would seduce me with I love you, I love you, a romantic, my heart demanded Love, my body needed sex, it was a very explosive cocktail that would soon explode for a very simple reason, that someone who had told me all those sweet words that I longed for and had reached me in such a beautiful way heart was within my reach, in my House, he was born from my womb and he had a name, my Son Brian. Incest was getting closer.

And that Friday, as if he could read my mood, he took another step. My son was about to leave and ran into me in the kitchen. I felt sad, absent, unmotivated, flipping through the TV. It didn't take him anything to realize it. He asked me.

• Mom, sad and tearful again?

I answered

• But this time angry, very angry

There was a silence, he sat down, took my hands and said

• You need an I love you

He paused and said to me

• I love you Mom

I got emotional again, I felt so much love in his words, his eyes reflected much more than love, devotion and something, something like a glow that could only be desire, I sighed, stood up, opened my arms and said to him

• So Magic Brian

And I kissed him again a little kiss on the lips, when I heard my daughter's footsteps in the hallway we separated, wait I told him, I closed the kitchen door, and I told him

• Make your magic

And this time the kiss was with tongue, we stuck our bodies together, my son put his hands on my hips, I leaned up and hugged him, I pushed my hips, we kissed with tongue for a long time, I felt a slight erection between my legs, not even that separated me from him, only my daughter's voice with Mom separated us, my son said again

• Magic

And I answered him

• Magic

And he left, not even five minutes had passed and I received a WhatsApp from him, a simple message that was going to have a great influence on what was coming to us.

• Mom, I love you so much.

I almost died, my son's love for me had almost reached the top of what a man can feel for a woman, he felt it and wrote it, the big difference is that this man was someone who had given birth twenty years ago, my own son, a thought takes hold of me, so strong that one would say that it 'possessed' me.

• He does deserve me

But he was my son and there were still barriers and taboos that prevented incest.

That night as I went to bed, for the first time I stopped to look at my bed and thought:

• here, my son and I?

The Mother still held back the Woman who was pushing more and more towards sex, and she quickly arrived.

On Saturday he arrived late, very late at night, I felt him arrive but I didn't see him, on Sunday we all went to my father-in-law's, so there was almost nothing, just a couple of WhatsApp messages,

• How are you, Mom?

I answered

• Passing it

My son answered

• So I love you Mom

I felt the same intensity in my heart again but it was no longer worth anything to deceive myself more and more, accompanied by greater excitement. I answered him with a question.

• Magic today?

My son responded with another question

• At what time?

I thought about it, waiting for my husband to fall asleep early was impossible and that night I was determined to give greater intensity to our magic, leave innocence behind, take it to a sexual level, his WhatsApps declaring that he loved me very much or that we kissed were no longer enough for me, I wanted him to desire me, to turn him on, and for that I would have to risk myself, I answered him

• Don't fall asleep

He responded with flowers and a heart. Once again I sighed, this was much more than maternal love, there was desire here, excitement for his mother, he was hot for me and at this point it was increasingly reciprocated, I am thirty-nine years old, I know my sexuality very well, my body temperature did not stop rising, I could not fool myself, for a very simple reason I could not regulate it, I was "hot" and it was for my son, Incest had caught me.

At ten thirty my son was in bed, I stayed up for a while with my husband and daughter watching a movie and around 11:30 pm my daughter and I went to bed, my husband, who had a long day to sleep, stayed up watching TV.

I put on a pair of pajama pants and a shirt, changed my black underwear for smaller flesh-colored ones, and waited.

My eyes were closing when I received a WhatsApp from my son, a simple Mom that was a reminder that he was expecting my visit, I decided to answer him.

• Go

I put a few drops of perfume on and left, I assumed that my husband would notice what happened in the kitchen, I filled a glass with water and told him

• For Brian.

Soft touch and enter, Mom said in a very low voice, I turned on a small light and before her eyes I took off the bottom part of my pajamas, I was left with tiny panties, being flesh-colored the hairs of my vagina were noticeable, it was almost an invitation, he looked at me hypnotized, Magic I told him and I lay down next to him.

Immediately my son clung to me, I felt his erection pressing on my vagina, very hard, we hugged, stuck together, I whispered in his ear, we have little time, do your magic and we kissed with a lot of tongue rubbing our bodies, my son stammered Mom, Mom, it cost me a lot but after three or four minutes I got up, put on my pajama pants, kissed him again, he said to me again

• Mom I love you so much

I answered

• Magic

and Pausing add

• Yours

Again I saw how, as in the song “little stars and elves” I no longer had any doubts that my son’s love went far beyond the filial bond, his maternal love was so intense that it was accompanied by a very strong desire for his mother, I no longer had any doubts about that, I kept asking myself, what now? How does it continue? I also kept thinking about

• “The one who deserves me, the one who deserves to have me, to enjoy me, to fornicate with me”

This thought was recurrent and pushed me more and more to sleep with him, the answer to how this continues was floating in the air and had the form of Sex, of incest.

That night the question I had asked myself when we had our first kiss, “where am I going?” became very clear to me at least. I went to sleep almost determined to have sexual relations with my son.

I woke up very early with the alarm on my cell phone, I had a heart bypass surgery, depending on the complexity and number of clogged arteries it would take between three and six hours, I decided that as soon as I got to the clinic I would cool my head, I couldn't allow myself to think about sex with my son while a patient's life depended on me,

I felt very anxious, excited, excited, not nervous, I thought I knew with absolute clarity what my son wanted and I was almost determined to give it to him, I looked at the time 7:20 am, maybe he would be awake, I sent him a whatsapp, I wrote to him again our Magic

He responded within a minute

• Either you or no Mom

With the link to Luis Miguel's song.

I sighed not ten times, took a sip of coffee and, I decided, I answered.

• Intensely Yours

My son answered

• Intensely Yours

It was sealed, the words that his Father should have told me for years had been said in a very short time by my son, he had made me feel a Love and a desire so strong that I was willing to break down filial barriers and sleep with him, I would have to be the one to take the initiative, my son, no matter how much he wanted me, would not dare to be so direct, I was his Mom, not easy, after what I had experienced the night before I had no doubt that it would not cost me almost anything to take him to bed, the key was not to scare him, to create the occasion, for it to happen naturally, for him to feel the beauty of the intimacy and secrecy of what we were going to do and that we were both sure of doing it, it was sex, incest yes, but my son when taking my body had to feel all my Love, incest seemed to be just around the corner.

I decided to take advantage of every moment, to give intensity to every moment that we were alone, the magic to kiss each other was our open sesame, I wanted more, I wanted him to kiss me, touch me, feel me, and that Friday he felt me.

My husband told me he would be late, after dinner my daughter went to the movies with her boyfriend, Brian was in his room getting ready to go out, I sent him a whatsapp

• Before you go Magic?

Asked

• Where's Mom?

• In my room, I'll let you know.

I changed my clothes, got ready, bye bye jeans, I put on a white skirt, the shortest I have, it reached above my knee, almost a miniskirt, I knew that if I crossed and uncrossed my legs they would see my panties, a jeans shirt, no bra, my tits are small but hard, firm, nice, my blonde hair loose, barely made up, no stockings or shoes, I left only a little light, I lay down, crossed and uncrossed my legs, I wasn't nervous, very anxious, but determined to transform this little moment into the "preview" I wanted to leave it ready, prepared for what was coming, which was nothing other than having sex.

I was determined that when I left my room I would have no doubts that in the next 'magic' I would have to penetrate me, take me and enjoy myself.

I didn't have time to fuck, it was impossible, for that I needed several hours, not only to do it more than once, but more than anything to calm him down after having done it, I had a feeling that the sexual act in an incest must be very strong and we would both need a lot of time to appear somewhat normal, I sent him a WhatsApp

• Come

A minute later he came in, “Close it,” I told him, he closed the door, I locked it again, I told him, he did and looked at me, he stood at the foot of my bed, he was eating me with his eyes, I opened my legs wide, I knew my underwear was showing, and he didn't stop looking at them, I found him so cute, in jeans, a loose white shirt, sneakers, he was nervous, he was more than old enough to realize that even though he was at home, in his parents' room and in front of his mother, a “sexual” moment awaited him, here I told him hitting the bed with my hand, “Take off your sneakers,” I added, we lay on our sides, I positioned myself in such a way that our faces were face to face, I began to caress his hair, my son closed his eyes, he was breathing heavily, in a very soft voice I said in his ear,

• we are alone, do you want Mom to give you magic?

I stammered a yes, yes, I kissed him with a lot of tongue, we stuck together, I had him standing, his jeans almost bursting, but he didn't dare to touch me, he didn't take his hands off my hips, I told him

• We have little time, I want intensity

I kissed him again and caressed his cock over his pants, his hands still didn't touch me, I told him

• Brian this is serious I want you to touch me

And I put a tit in his mouth, I said,

• you're gonna suck me and you're gonna touch me.

And with my hand I put one of his hands on my butt, over my underwear, I kept telling him that, that, touch me, put your hand on me, touch Mommy.

He sucked my tits very anxiously, alternating one and the other, with his little eyes closed, my son kept repeating to me Mom, Mom I told him, that's it, suck, suck Mom, touch me, touch more I told him, continue, we're alone, he didn't put his hand inside my panties, he was hot but a little scared, tense, I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs, in my vagina, on my panties, it was wet, I told him in a very soft voice

• That, that, you like it, touch it, that's where you came from

I've never been so hot, now Mommy is going to touch you, just when I turned my body to suck it we felt my husband's car arrive, the first to feel it was Brian who jumped up like a spring, repeating

• Dad, Dad,

And he ran out of my room at the same time I went into the bathroom, I hurriedly took off my clothes and got under the shower, saved by the bell, it almost caught us.

I spent a long time under the shower recovering my pulse, when I came out wrapped in a towel my husband asked me about Brian, I told him with total indifference

• I guess it came out

And he went to the living room to watch TV. What happened was exciting, but for both of us “it was too late” that he wanted me, it was more than clear, not to mention me, I was ready as a Mother and Woman to be penetrated by my son, but not in our House, after his Dad almost caught us, I would have to find a place, a “nest” where Brian would be calm, if it is already hard to do it with his Mom, being also worried that his Dad or his sister would catch us was too much, after all they are our family, better for both, that way I could have sex with him in peace,

My “brakes”, my I am his Mom, the after “of” how our relationship continues, our family life, how my role as a Mother will be after having slept with my son, each and every one of the questions I had asked myself regarding Incest, were answered by the facts, what was coming had to be full, intense sexual relations and for several hours.

I was doing that when I got a WhatsApp from my son, a simple

• Ugh Mom

I thought a lot about what I was going to answer, I wanted my answer to reassure him and make it clear to him that what was coming was total incest,

I looked for an apartment that was neither too close nor too far from home. I found a very nice one, with a view of a small park, a large bed with a white blanket, a bathtub, lots of light, light colors, very modern.

I was so sure that the next day we would have relations and from then on we would not stop having them, so I rented him for fifteen days, at this point I took incest for granted, it was not only desirable for both, I saw it as inevitable, it was only a matter of time and I would take charge of speeding up the times, I sent him a whatsup

• Tomorrow we could “get lost” after lunch

My son answered

• And what would we do, Mom?

• Total magic Brian an afternoon of magic between you and me

He answered me with a heart.

I would see how I could come up with an excuse that would allow us to leave the house for several hours with my son.

The next day, which was supposedly “our day,” he avoided me. The four of us had breakfast. He didn’t speak or look at me. When he finished and went to his room, I sent him a WhatsApp message.

• Is there no I love you today, Mom?

answered

• Ugh Mom,

I answered him

• Ugh Mom, just that, not even an "I love you"?

answered

• I love you Mom

I assumed he was nervous, he's twenty years old, he's a man, he knew perfectly well that that afternoon with almost total certainty he would have sexual relations with his mother, my son had a feeling that I was going to fuck him, I know him, I gave birth to him, I am his mother, I can read his body language, he was tense, anxious, excited, as much as his love and desire for me had taken us to a point of no return, feeling the imminence of incest is something very difficult, becoming aware that he is just a few hours away from penetrating the mother's flesh is very strong, for a son to desire, fantasize about his mother can be a normal stage within adolescence, but this was real and my Son as a Man was more than clear about it.

I set out to reassure him, I answered him

• Don't leave your room

She replied with a heart. Wait, when my husband went to the supermarket and my daughter locked herself in her room, I hurriedly changed my jeans for a dress and went to her room.

Soft knock, I entered and closed the door, he was lying down, without slippers, he looked at me, to relax him I turned around and asked him how I looked, beautiful Mom, I lay down next to him, I kissed him, with tongue but calmly, the passionate kisses would come, I asked him to speak slowly and I asked him

• Do you know what's going to happen today?

He was very nervous, he closed his eyes and answered me with a question

• Magic Mom?

I chose each word very carefully, being so close to sleeping together I didn't want to scare him for anything in the world.

• Magic,,,,,,, but more intense

• I love you Mom

He had me in his hands, my legs were already open to receive him.

• Me too and this afternoon my flesh will make you feel it

And I left, I dedicated myself to doing things around the house, giving instructions to the maid, organizing lunch and preparing to live an afternoon full of magic. I felt calm, a little anxious, mentally I was more than ready to have relations with my son, physically, not to mention the morbidity of incest excited me a lot, I was very hot, my heart as a mother was beating for him and as a woman that afternoon my body would make him feel it for several hours. It may seem incredible but I felt “full”. Very happy.

I took a shower again, shaved my legs, painted my fingernails and toenails, didn't put on makeup for obvious reasons (my husband would have asked me where I was going), chose a cute, sexy, black underwear set, put on jeans, a green V-neck sweater, sneakers, my typical jewelry, bracelet, necklace, earrings, wedding ring, and my watch.

I looked at myself in the mirror, turning my body several times. I wanted to see what my butt looked like. I felt pretty, proud of the body I was going to give to my son. I would enjoy myself, he would eat a beautiful little mommy who was in the prime of life, mature enough to teach and young enough to enjoy.

At thirty-nine years old in bed with my husband we had done everything, even anal sex about thirty times, I was good at handling myself, I had initiative, I liked oral sex, I was witty, creative, if I gave it to my son he was in for a feast. For my part, I had no doubts that the passion of his twenty years plus the morbidity of fucking his mother were more than enough for him to make me enjoy that bed, he loved me, he desired me, my flesh was ready to receive him, an afternoon full of sex, incest, and magic awaited me.

I had only one concern, I didn't know if my contraceptive patch was working or not, I was in my fertile days, my son would surely ejaculate several times inside me, I thought, I am a doctor, somehow I would manage in case I had any delay.

I want to make a parenthesis before telling how what happened

that afternoon passed.

I read several incest stories, all by Barbara, and I liked some a lot (between my son and I, chemistry, the one about the Mom who through incest gets her son off drugs, the one about the Mom who went to mass, and the one about Barbara herself, under the summer sun) but there were others that I found shocking and in bad taste, especially the one about match point, that Mom who kept repeating that her son “fucked me, fucked me and fucked me” seemed ordinary to me, lacking the love that must be in such a beautifully intimate and extreme act as sex with a son.

The four of us had lunch accompanied by my daughter's boyfriend, absolutely normal, Brian and I were a little quieter but nothing noticeable, we seemed like just another family, just another day, except for my son and I, we both knew what was coming.

Such is the human capacity to dissimulate that even though my son and I knew what was going to happen that afternoon, we acted as if it were just another lunch on another day, incredible, incest in plain sight and we were quite calm, at least in appearance.

As soon as I finished the dessert I stood up and said

• I'm going with Brian, he'll accompany me to the Shopping

And Add

• We're back for dinner

My husband said

• So long

I just told him

• AND?

I brushed my teeth, peed, put on a few drops of perfume, and sent him a WhatsApp

• Ready ?

• Yes Mom

We said goodbye to everyone, my husband said don't spend too much, we got in the car, my son got behind the wheel and we left.

• Where are we going Mom?

I put the Google Map and told him

• Here

• What's there, Mom?

• Magic, you just drive

And I closed my eyes, ten minutes later we arrived, when we parked the car he asked me again

• What is this Mom?

• A place where we can spend a magical afternoon without anyone bothering us

When we got into the elevator and taking advantage of the fact that no one got on with us, I told him

• Brian, this is between you and me, not even your shadow can know.

We entered, it was impossible not to look at the bed, the eyes wandered off by themselves, I think the same thing happened to my son, Brian didn't know what to do or say, I asked him to check the minibar and put on some nice, romantic music, he asked me

• Either you or no Mom?

• Either you or none

Luis Miguel's song was going to be the one to drown our moans, I went into the bathroom, peed, washed myself downstairs again, dried the hairs on my vagina well, pulled up my jeans, looked in the mirror, that's it, I said to myself, here I go, the time came and I left the bathroom,

My son was lying in bed without slippers or socks, I pulled the curtains, but still a lot of light came in, I took off my shoes and lay down next to him, even though we were alone we were talking almost in whispers, I asked him

• Do you like the place?

• Beautiful Mom

And he added

• Don't worry

• A place for magic Brian, kiss me

We kissed with tongue, I climbed on top of him, he was still tense, I told him

• We are alone, touch me, kiss me,

He put his hands on my ass pushing me towards him, he had an erection, very hard, we were rubbing against each other, wait I told him and I took off my sweater and bra, I told him

• I want you to suck

And I put my tits in his mouth, that, that, that's what I told him, I couldn't take it anymore and I told him

• Take off my pants

What a moment, I watched as his hands pulled down my pants, Mom, Mom kept saying, when I was left in my underwear I told him

• It's your turn

He looked at me as if thinking, perhaps realizing what we were about to do. Mom said again, I didn't give him a break.

• Brian, this is serious, take off your clothes and make love to me.

He got naked, he had a good body, with his abs well marked, a nice penis, thick, well erect, hard, with few hairs, come I told him, Mom, Mom he kept repeating, I took off my underwear and said I love you my Love, do it, he placed himself between my legs, Mom, Mom, he did not stop stammering, I could not take it anymore, I was so hot that I almost begged him

• do it, put it in me

I look at him for seconds, as if asking for permission, I nodded my head, he told me

• I love you mom

And he penetrated me, murmuring Mamaggg, it hurt me

• Ayyy Briannnn

For seconds we didn't move, we kissed, he told me again

• I love you

• My Amorggg, my babyeee

And we started to move gently, like in a dance, we kissed, he sucked my tits, he kept telling me I love you Mom while he rammed my vagina, I pushed his ass towards me with my hands, his Mom, Mom, drove me crazy, it was so hot, my son began to ram and moan louder, wait I told him, hold on, he didn't last much longer and he came, when I felt his semen dripping down my vagina I couldn't hold on and I came, an orgasm that almost brought tears of love to my eyes, I ended up hugging him and moaning

• Ayyyy noooo Son

My son collapsed beside me, eyes closed, our chests heaving, I held him against my tits, almost instinctively he put his mouth on my nipple, for a while no one spoke, until Brian said

• Magic Mom

I answered him

• Magic, uff you made me see stars

And he told me again

• I love you mom

• I, you

We took a shower, got into bed, and talked. He asked me how I had realized that I was turning him on, how I had taken it at first, that when I had decided to sleep with him, I told him, I don't know if with the same words but I told him everything, and above all I told him

• I love you Mom, you made me feel loved, that's when I started to want you, to feel that you did deserve to have me, to enjoy me, it took me a while, you're my son, but it was magic and here we are naked and with your little seed inside me.

He answered

• I love you mom

I caressed his penis and told him

• Ayyy my love make mom feel it

He kissed me, smiled and put his mouth between my legs, for several minutes my son's tongue and fingers ate my vagina, he did it so well, he licked everything very slowly, except for the little button of the clitoris that he sucked very quickly, he had me on cloud nine, put a finger in the back I told him, he put a finger in my ass, sucked hard on my clitoris and I came, hugging his face with my legs

• Ayyyyy noooo agggg

I killed myself, what an orgasm I had, I turned around and sucked him off, we stayed in a 69 with me on top, other times on the side, he sucked my anus a lot, it drove me crazy, when I felt like I was going to finish I got on top of him and stuck it in, it was hard, thick, delicious, I exclaimed.

• Ayyyy noooo

My son pushed his hips, and entered all the way, ayyy I said again, he began to thrust while I moved on top of him, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the madness of incest, it was impossible for me to contain my orgasms, when my son ejaculated it was the "summus of pleasure" feeling the trickle of his semen traveling through my ovaries killed me, it was so intense that at some moments I wished he would get me pregnant, it was that wild.

Even though it was the most morbidly hot afternoon of my life, I am not a sexual machine. I really like to talk between intercourse and intercourse. With my husband I very rarely achieved it. He would fall asleep, rest for a while and, bam, he would nail me. With my son it is easier. He is like me. In our intimacy he did not hold anything back. After our second time, both naked, with my vagina still dripping with semen, I asked him what he felt when he was inside me. He told me something very nice.

• First of all, Love, morbidity, very hot and a little crazy, Mom, I was amazed to think that I was doing it with the one who partly “made” me. When I put it in you, I felt a kind of fascination for being inside the place that gave me life.

He paused, continue I said, continue please

• That's why my moans Mom, when I kissed you below I wanted to eat you

And smiling at me he added

• Mom, not all children have the privilege of returning to their “origin” And Mom, I guess you

I stared at him, and then I asked him again.

• I love you

• You're going to kill me, take me my love, fuck mommy

And after a rich and drooling 69 he put it in me doggy style with a finger inside my ass, when he tried to put it in from behind I stopped him,

• Today it doesn't hurt much, it ends up ahead

That was the last time we did it that afternoon, we ended up almost together, again his Mom, Mamaggg were killing me, it was impossible for me to contain myself, when we finished I turned around and sucked him clean.

It's incredible how naturally an incestuous relationship is assumed, despite it being our first time, and that we had only done it three times, we already felt like a couple, him taking a shower and me peeing in front of his eyes, a scene that as a mother I never imagined I would experience with my son.

After almost five hours we left, we made a brief stop at the Shopping to cover up, my son bought a pair of jeans and I bought some underwear that he chose for me at my request, I told him

• If you're going to take them from me, choose them yourself.

She picked out some overly “teenage” thongs for me (I’ve never worn thongs) but I bought them anyway.

Before arriving home we stopped at a cafe, my son ordered a juice and I ordered a tea with lemon, I asked him

• Are you ready? You'll be able to handle this.

He answered me with complete calm.

• If Mom I'm not nervous anymore,

And he told me

• I don't want to share you

Uff I felt the same, there I told him that for almost eight months his Dad hadn't touched me and I hadn't looked for him, I omitted that there was a certain Paula involved and I made him a promise

• Give me three months to fix our situation, I'm yours

And again

• I love you Mom

I answered him

• You're going to kill me, Cass and don't worry, we are "us" that nothing and no one can know or separate

The four of us had dinner as if nothing had happened. My husband asked what they bought and my son showed him the jeans, just that for six hours of shopping. That's when I got involved and told him, let's window shop and walk around.

From that afternoon everything changed and after what happened I wanted everything to change.

Having my son inside me was such a strong experience that it “exploded”: my senses, my sensitivity, everything I lived in that bed I felt with much greater intensity, even when he sucked my tits he gave me mini orgasms, when he penetrated me it was as if the walls of my vagina had been waiting for him, he put him in and they closed “traping” him while he rammed me with his Mom, Mom, for the first time in my life I had several 'mini' orgasms, when his body tensed, and he ejaculated moaning

• Agggg Mamaaaaa

He gave me such intense orgasms that I ended up in tears. The way he performed oral sex on me was unique, he didn't suck it, he ate it, at times it seemed like I was grateful, and the anus, him kissing me there was something new, dirty, kinky, delicious and very hot.

It's not that my son was better or worse than his Father in Bed,

It's different, with Brian it's more from within, it's partly my own flesh that's fornicating with me, it's all more sensitive, more intimate, there's a lot of morbidity, our naked bodies, shaking, his Mom, the secret, intimate, almost sordid nature of incest makes this a unique, extreme, beautiful experience, never in my life have I felt nor will I feel something like that again, that's why it's so captivating, it can be difficult to get to do it but once you get to bed it's impossible to stop doing it, not for my son and even less for me.

I am not promiscuous nor was I willing to sleep with the Father and the son, he is my son, today more mine than ever. I loved him and I was going to be faithful to him, so that night I went to sleep very late, not only because of what I had experienced but because I was looking for how to end my marriage in the best way for both of us. This Paula who brought so many tears to my eyes and who helped in part with what happened seemed like a blessing to me and I wished, I prayed that what she and my husband had was serious.

We separated a month ago on very good terms. My daughter lives between the two houses. My son, despite getting along well with his father, lives alone with me. When his little sister is not home, we sleep together and sometimes we stay in bed on weekends.

We have had anal sex several times, he is not as rough as his father and I have managed to enjoy myself and even finish.

Two days after our first time we returned to that Department, there I gave it to him for the first time,

We were more than hot, I was dressed, and without waiting for him to take it off he got inside my underwear to suck me, I pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees as best I could and sucked him, then on all fours he put it in me, his Mom, Mamaggg were still too much and I finished before him, I was exhausted, wet, he started kissing my anus and said

• Mom, I've never done it from behind.

I didn't even think about it, the morbidity that the first ass he ate was Materno's was enough, I told him.

• Bring a moisturizer from my purse

I asked him to put it inside my anus with one finger, now suck it, when I felt it more or less dilated I told him to put it in very slowly, I will guide you,

• Put the tip in me Like this, softly, ayyy wait, now a little more, ayyy so you don't move, ayyy aggg, push, now hard, ayyy wait, now my Love, hit it hard

And with me face down and biting the pillow my son had his first maternal ass fucking, I put my fingers in while my son's cock was brutally ramming my anus, his breathing agitated, his Mom, Mamaggg in my ear, how he licked my ear while he ass fucked me, that he ejaculated biting my black panties was too much for me again, for the first time I finished from behind howling with pleasure,

• Ayyyy nooooo nooo gggg

Today when my daughter sleeps with her dad I give it to her, it's nice, it hurts but seeing how my son takes me as if I were his dog turns me on in such a way that any pain is little compared to the pleasure we feel,

I have told everything, I don't know how to end this story. It occurred to me that maybe with the word that was our code for kissing.

Magic.

The first man who told me I love you was a twenty year old teenager, he said it seconds before penetrating me for the first time, we were naked, he was on top of me, he looked at me as if asking for permission, I moved my head "affirmatively" and he nailed me, ayyyggg I exclaimed, we kissed, he closed his eyes, he told me I love you again, and moaning he added

• Momgggg

He pushed his hips hard and entered me completely, all the way to the bottom. At that moment we were coupled, the incest was consummated, my son after twenty years returned as a man to enter my entrails.

I know the exact time because at that moment and seconds before closing my eyes and giving myself over to incest I happened to see a clock hanging on the wall. I have recorded in my body, in my mind and in my heart the before, during and after of our first time so my story is quite faithful with respect to how things happened so that in an ordinary family my son and I came to have sexual relations.

Six months have passed since that “instant” that changed my life forever, and in many ways his, and we are still “at it” quite frequently. Today I can say and write in capital letters that I love him, he completes me, in bed he makes me see “stars” and he never tires of telling me over and over again.

• Mom I love you

My son at twenty years old today has his 39 year old Mom “in his clutches.”

I got married (civilly) very young, pregnant and in love with a Latino "macho" seven years older who seduced me with his energy, vitality, friendliness, passion, perseverance, he had everything except intellect, and he was and still is very attractive.

A tireless "party animal", more interested in living today than tomorrow, nothing worried or scared him. Two months after we met, I gave him my virginity, he was experienced, very patient and in that bed he killed me. It hurt, but I had incredible orgasms, I felt madly in love for the first time, like I had never been in my life.

This is my Man, I kept repeating to myself, but neither at that moment nor when we got married by civil law did he say I love you or I love you when I asked him, he always answered the same;

• Actions speak louder than words

Three months later, Brian was born and three years later, Ann.

Brian is just like his father, light brown hair, not too short, black eyes, aquiline nose, pronounced chin, baritone voice, and at the time what happened I think he was 180 cm tall and weighed more or less 78 kilos, my daughter on the contrary is very similar to me, blonde, blue eyes, thin, 167 cm tall, with the anatomical measurements of almost all the women in my family, 88, 58, 92. Genetic inheritance, plus we all practice ballet, which in the long run shapes "thin" bodies.

Over the years, the differences in character of my children became evident, today after having slept with him I think that they had something to do with what happened,

My daughter Ann was like her Father seemed to have a practical sense of Love, as a teenager she always said

• With you, bread and onions, never

When we talked about love and asked Brian about his “ideal” woman, he always answered the same thing.

• Like Mom or equal to Mom

At that time I was still a child, I was thrilled and found wonderful the love and devotion that my only son felt for me. He got along well with his father, they played football and were rugby fans, a life so normal that in retrospect at that time it seemed impossible that not only what happened would happen but also what I as a mother and woman wanted to happen.

The changes came when Brian entered the University to study Medicine, that brought him very close to me. We talked a lot about the subject, about scientific advances, the impact of Telemedicine, etc. We talked almost every day, often until very late, he listened to me, asked me questions, participated, looked at me a lot, when I wore skirts or dresses more than once I caught him looking at my legs, even turning his face to try to see my underwear.

These themes, this vocation of my son for medicine, created a certain intimacy for the first time, and the fact that he looked at me and no one knew, a certain complicity, those moments became our little world.

Always at the end of our conversations, he would smile, kiss me on the cheek and say goodbye with a

• I love you Mom

The I love you's that my husband had not told me, my son seemed to never tire of telling them to me.

This stage coincided with the deterioration of my marriage. We had grown up very differently. I was a cardiologist, my husband was an insurance businessman. My training was scientific and, although it may sound false after having slept with my son, I considered myself until that moment a fairly rational person. My husband, on the other hand, continued with his party spirit.

We didn't know much about my son's love life. He had several friends but he didn't seem to have an intimate relationship with any of them.

My daughter, on the other hand, had a boyfriend who we all loved and who was little more than her slave.

One time when the four of us were having dinner, I asked Anne if her boyfriend had told her that he loved her, she replied

• Like a Parrot Mom

My son, knowing his father's lack of romanticism, nudged him and said

• Learn Dad

And again he repeated the same answer.

• Actions speak louder than words

There was no point, we had been together for more than twenty years and I still hadn't received even an 'I love you'.

At that time I didn't know it, today I have no doubt, that little by little the seed of incest was incubating and would soon germinate, the events would be in charge of precipitating everything.

It still hadn't crossed my mind to have "something" with him but I wasn't getting anywhere by deceiving myself. I increasingly thought that if he weren't my son, despite the age differences, I would have already looked for him. This was the type of man that she needs today, but he was my son. At that time, incest seemed taboo and extreme, and the few times I imagined it, I thought that it could harm both of us.

Other things happened that pushed us to this. I suspected that my husband was cheating on me. We had gone more than eight months without having sex. It was strange, unusual, it was not like him and I, who felt very unloved, did not seek him out. I was almost sure that he had someone else. It was almost impossible for someone with his libido to resist such a long ban.

I happened to use her car, and when I turned on my cell phone, the name of a certain Paula appeared, who had registered more than twenty calls.

I was expecting it, but I was still disappointed. I was crying and sad. My son ran into me in the kitchen, noticed it and asked me.

• What's up, Mom?

• Nothing, nothing

I responded between sobs, at that moment he hugged me, holding me very tightly, he held me close to him, we stuck together and he said in my ear

• I will always be there

He took my hands, kissed my tears and added

• Because I love you

I couldn't resist and I started to kiss his face, at one point our lips met, neither of us opened our mouths, but no one separated, it lasted almost a minute, when we separated we both blushed and my son said

• Ugh Mom

I didn't know what to say and I said the same thing

• Uff

He repeated Uff again and added

• I better go

And she left, I managed to tell her, perhaps recovering my role as Mom.

• Don't be late

That night I thought a lot about what happened, I had no doubt that it had been a coincidence, which is why I asked myself over and over again if that kiss was innocent or not.

I was thirty-nine years old, I suspected that my husband was being unfaithful to me, the only I love you's that I demanded so much had been told to me by the same person who made me feel loved, who listened to me and with whom I had kissed that afternoon:

• My son Brian.

I decided to be careful, I felt that I was in a very vulnerable state. However, as much as my rational mind demanded 'care', I really liked what happened, I would say that I loved it, it touched me very, very deep in the Heart and I couldn't help but send him a WhatsApp, a heart, a kiss and I wrote to him before going to sleep.

• Magical

My son responded with another Heart, another kiss and a question

• More magic?

Don't hesitate and answer him.

• Always

And I turned off my cell phone, as I fell asleep I asked myself over and over again

• Where am I going?

Life seemed to continue its course, me with my work as a Cardiologist, my tasks as a Mother and my increasingly cold relationship with my Husband who, tired of my indifference, asked me "What's wrong Marisol?" I answered him very coldly.

• Paula the one on your car screen

He just shrugged his shoulders, silence gives consent I thought, again that Friday my eyes filled with tears, I felt like my marriage was going downhill, I couldn't explain why he had been unfaithful, where I had failed, each time he looked for me I was willing, I more than fulfilled his three C's, House, Bed, Food, I had given him two wonderful children and the payment was this, horns, indifference and above all not a measly I love you, not even because he was hot he said it to me, I was disappointed, sad and at the same time very very angry, wanting to pay him back in the same coin with someone who would seduce me with I love you, I love you, a romantic, my heart demanded Love, my body needed sex, it was a very explosive cocktail that would soon explode for a very simple reason, that someone who had told me all those sweet words that I longed for and had reached me in such a beautiful way heart was within my reach, in my House, he was born from my womb and he had a name, my Son Brian. Incest was getting closer.

And that Friday, as if he could read my mood, he took another step. My son was about to leave and ran into me in the kitchen. I felt sad, absent, unmotivated, flipping through the TV. It didn't take him anything to realize it. He asked me.

• Mom, sad and tearful again?

I answered

• But this time angry, very angry

There was a silence, he sat down, took my hands and said

• You need an I love you

He paused and said to me

• I love you Mom

I got emotional again, I felt so much love in his words, his eyes reflected much more than love, devotion and something, something like a glow that could only be desire, I sighed, stood up, opened my arms and said to him

• So Magic Brian

And I kissed him again a little kiss on the lips, when I heard my daughter's footsteps in the hallway we separated, wait I told him, I closed the kitchen door, and I told him

• Make your magic

And this time the kiss was with tongue, we stuck our bodies together, my son put his hands on my hips, I leaned up and hugged him, I pushed my hips, we kissed with tongue for a long time, I felt a slight erection between my legs, not even that separated me from him, only my daughter's voice with Mom separated us, my son said again

• Magic

And I answered him

• Magic

And he left, not even five minutes had passed and I received a WhatsApp from him, a simple message that was going to have a great influence on what was coming to us.

• Mom, I love you so much.

I almost died, my son's love for me had almost reached the top of what a man can feel for a woman, he felt it and wrote it, the big difference is that this man was someone who had given birth twenty years ago, my own son, a thought takes hold of me, so strong that one would say that it 'possessed' me.

• He does deserve me

But he was my son and there were still barriers and taboos that prevented incest.

That night as I went to bed, for the first time I stopped to look at my bed and thought:

• here, my son and I?

The Mother still held back the Woman who was pushing more and more towards sex, and she quickly arrived.

On Saturday he arrived late, very late at night, I felt him arrive but I didn't see him, on Sunday we all went to my father-in-law's, so there was almost nothing, just a couple of WhatsApp messages,

• How are you, Mom?

I answered

• Passing it

My son answered

• So I love you Mom

I felt the same intensity in my heart again but it was no longer worth anything to deceive myself more and more, accompanied by greater excitement. I answered him with a question.

• Magic today?

My son responded with another question

• At what time?

I thought about it, waiting for my husband to fall asleep early was impossible and that night I was determined to give greater intensity to our magic, leave innocence behind, take it to a sexual level, his WhatsApps declaring that he loved me very much or that we kissed were no longer enough for me, I wanted him to desire me, to turn him on, and for that I would have to risk myself, I answered him

• Don't fall asleep

He responded with flowers and a heart. Once again I sighed, this was much more than maternal love, there was desire here, excitement for his mother, he was hot for me and at this point it was increasingly reciprocated, I am thirty-nine years old, I know my sexuality very well, my body temperature did not stop rising, I could not fool myself, for a very simple reason I could not regulate it, I was "hot" and it was for my son, Incest had caught me.

At ten thirty my son was in bed, I stayed up for a while with my husband and daughter watching a movie and around 11:30 pm my daughter and I went to bed, my husband, who had a long day to sleep, stayed up watching TV.

I put on a pair of pajama pants and a shirt, changed my black underwear for smaller flesh-colored ones, and waited.

My eyes were closing when I received a WhatsApp from my son, a simple Mom that was a reminder that he was expecting my visit, I decided to answer him.

• Go

I put a few drops of perfume on and left, I assumed that my husband would notice what happened in the kitchen, I filled a glass with water and told him

• For Brian.

Soft touch and enter, Mom said in a very low voice, I turned on a small light and before her eyes I took off the bottom part of my pajamas, I was left with tiny panties, being flesh-colored the hairs of my vagina were noticeable, it was almost an invitation, he looked at me hypnotized, Magic I told him and I lay down next to him.

Immediately my son clung to me, I felt his erection pressing on my vagina, very hard, we hugged, stuck together, I whispered in his ear, we have little time, do your magic and we kissed with a lot of tongue rubbing our bodies, my son stammered Mom, Mom, it cost me a lot but after three or four minutes I got up, put on my pajama pants, kissed him again, he said to me again

• Mom I love you so much

I answered

• Magic

and Pausing add

• Yours

Again I saw how, as in the song “little stars and elves” I no longer had any doubts that my son’s love went far beyond the filial bond, his maternal love was so intense that it was accompanied by a very strong desire for his mother, I no longer had any doubts about that, I kept asking myself, what now? How does it continue? I also kept thinking about

• “The one who deserves me, the one who deserves to have me, to enjoy me, to fornicate with me”

This thought was recurring and pushed me more and more to sleep with him, the answer to how this continues was floating in the air and had the form of Sex, of incest.

That night the question I had asked myself when we had our first kiss, “where am I going?” became very clear to me at least. I went to sleep almost determined to have sexual relations with my son.

I woke up very early with the alarm on my cell phone, I had a heart bypass surgery, depending on the complexity and number of clogged arteries it would take between three and six hours, I decided that as soon as I got to the clinic I would cool my head, I couldn't allow myself to think about sex with my son while a patient's life depended on me,

I felt very anxious, excited, excited, not nervous, I thought I knew with absolute clarity what my son wanted and I was almost determined to give it to him, I looked at the time 7:20 am, maybe he would be awake, I sent him a whatsapp, I wrote to him again our Magic

He responded within a minute

• Either you or no Mom

With the link to Luis Miguel's song.

I sighed not ten times, took a sip of coffee and, I decided, I answered.

• Intensely Yours

My son answered

• Intensely Yours

It was sealed, the words that his Father should have told me for years had been said in a very short time by my son, he had made me feel a Love and a desire so strong that I was willing to break down filial barriers and sleep with him, I would have to be the one to take the initiative, my son, no matter how much he wanted me, would not dare to be so direct, I was his Mom, not easy, after what I had experienced the night before I had no doubt that it would not cost me almost anything to take him to bed, the key was not to scare him, to create the occasion, for it to happen naturally, for him to feel the beauty of the intimacy and secrecy of what we were going to do and that we were both sure of doing it, it was sex, incest yes, but my son when taking my body had to feel all my Love, incest seemed to be just around the corner.

I decided to take advantage of every moment, to give intensity to every moment that we were alone, the magic to kiss each other was our open sesame, I wanted more, I wanted him to kiss me, touch me, feel me, and that Friday he felt me.

My husband told me he would be late, after dinner my daughter went to the movies with her boyfriend, Brian was in his room getting ready to go out, I sent him a whatsapp

• Before you go Magic?

Asked

• Where's Mom?

• In my room, I'll let you know.

I changed my clothes, got ready, bye bye jeans, I put on a white skirt, the shortest I have, it reached above my knee, almost a miniskirt, I knew that if I crossed and uncrossed my legs they would see my panties, a jeans shirt, no bra, my tits are small but hard, firm, nice, my blonde hair loose, barely made up, no stockings or shoes, I left only a little light, I lay down, crossed and uncrossed my legs, I wasn't nervous, very anxious, but determined to transform this little moment into the "preview" I wanted to leave it ready, prepared for what was coming, which was nothing other than having sex.

I was determined that when I left my room I would have no doubts that in the next 'magic' I would have to penetrate me, take me and enjoy myself.

I didn't have time to fuck, it was impossible, for that I needed several hours, not only to do it more than once, but more than anything to calm him down after having done it, I had a feeling that the sexual act in an incest must be very strong and we would both need a lot of time to appear somewhat normal, I sent him a WhatsApp

• Come

A minute later he came in, “Close it,” I told him, he closed the door, I locked it again, I told him, he did and looked at me, he stood at the foot of my bed, he was eating me with his eyes, I opened my legs wide, I knew my underwear was showing, and he didn't stop looking at them, I found him so cute, in jeans, a loose white shirt, sneakers, he was nervous, he was more than old enough to realize that even though he was at home, in his parents' room and in front of his mother, a “sexual” moment awaited him, here I told him hitting the bed with my hand, “Take off your sneakers,” I added, we lay on our sides, I positioned myself in such a way that our faces were face to face, I began to caress his hair, my son closed his eyes, he was breathing heavily, in a very soft voice I said in his ear,

• we are alone, do you want Mom to give you magic?

I stammered a yes, yes, I kissed him with a lot of tongue, we stuck together, I had him standing, his jeans almost bursting, but he didn't dare to touch me, he didn't take his hands off my hips, I told him

• We have little time, I want intensity

I kissed him again and caressed his cock over his pants, his hands still didn't touch me, I told him

• Brian this is serious I want you to touch me

And I put a tit in his mouth, I said,

• you're gonna suck me and you're gonna touch me.

And with my hand I put one of his hands on my butt, over my underwear, I kept telling him that, that, touch me, put your hand on me, touch Mommy.

He sucked my tits very anxiously, alternating one and the other, with his little eyes closed, my son kept repeating to me Mom, Mom, I told him, that's it, suck, suck Mom, touch me, touch more I told him, continue, we're alone, he didn't put his hand inside my panties, he was hot but a little scared, tense, I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs, in my vagina, on my panties, it was wet, I told him in a very soft voice

• That, that, you like it, touch it, that's where you came from

I've never been so hot, now Mommy is going to touch you, just when I turned my body to suck it we felt my husband's car arrive, the first to feel it was Brian who jumped up like a spring, repeating

• Dad, Dad,

And he ran out of my room at the same time I went into the bathroom, I hurriedly took off my clothes and got under the shower, saved by the bell, it almost caught us.

I spent a long time under the shower recovering my pulse, when I came out wrapped in a towel my husband asked me about Brian, I told him with total indifference

• I guess it came out

And he went to the living room to watch TV. What happened was exciting, but for both of us “it was too late” that he wanted me, it was more than clear, not to mention me, I was ready as a Mother and Woman to be penetrated by my son, but not in our House, after his Dad almost caught us, I would have to find a place, a “nest” where Brian would be calm, if it is already hard to do it with his Mom, being also worried that his Dad or his sister would catch us was too much, after all they are our family, better for both, that way I could have sex with him in peace,

My “brakes”, my I am his Mom, the after “of” how our relationship continues, our family life, how my role as a Mother will be after having slept with my son, each and every one of the questions I had asked myself regarding Incest, were answered by the facts, what was coming had to be full, intense sexual relations and for several hours.

I was doing that when I got a WhatsApp from my son, a simple

• Ugh Mom

I thought a lot about what I was going to answer, I wanted my answer to reassure him and make it clear to him that what was coming was total incest,

I looked for an apartment that was neither too close nor too far from home. I found a very nice one, with a view of a small park, a large bed with a white blanket, a bathtub, with lots of light, light colors, very modern.

I was so sure that the next day we would have relations and from then on we would not stop having them, so I rented him for fifteen days, at this point I took incest for granted, not only was it desirable for both, I saw it as inevitable, it was only a matter of time and I would take charge of speeding up the times, I sent him a whatsup

• Tomorrow we could “get lost” after lunch

My son answered

• And what would we do, Mom?

• Total magic Brian an afternoon of magic between you and me

He answered me with a heart.

I would see how I could come up with an excuse that would allow us to leave the house for several hours with my son.

The next day, which was supposedly “our day,” he avoided me. The four of us had breakfast. He didn't speak or look at me. When he finished and went to his room, I sent him a WhatsApp message.

• Is there no I love you today, Mom?

answered

• Ugh Mom,

I answered him

• Ugh Mom, just that, not even an "I love you"?

answered

• I love you Mom

I assumed he was nervous, he's twenty years old, he's a man, he knew perfectly well that that afternoon with almost total certainty he would have sexual relations with his mother, my son had a feeling that I was going to fuck him, I know him, I gave birth to him, I am his mother, I can read his body language, he was tense, anxious, excited, as much as his love and desire for me had taken us to a point of no return, feeling the imminence of incest is something very difficult, becoming aware that he is just a few hours away from penetrating the mother's flesh is very strong, for a son to desire, fantasize about his mother can be a normal stage within adolescence, but this was real and my Son as a Man was more than clear about it.

I set out to reassure him, I answered him

• Don't leave your room

She replied with a heart. Wait, when my husband went to the supermarket and my daughter locked herself in her room, I hurriedly changed my jeans for a dress and went to her room.

Soft knock, I entered and closed the door, he was lying down, without slippers, he looked at me, to relax him I turned around and asked him how I looked, beautiful Mom, I lay down next to him, I kissed him, with tongue but calmly, the passionate kisses would come, I asked him to speak slowly and I asked him

• Do you know what's going to happen today?

He was very nervous, he closed his eyes and answered me with a question

• Magic Mom?

I chose each word very carefully, being so close to sleeping together I didn't want to scare him for anything in the world.

• Magic,,,,,,, but more intense

• I love you Mom

He had me in his hands, my legs were already open to receive him.

• Me too and this afternoon my flesh will make you feel it

And I left, I dedicated myself to doing things around the house, giving instructions to the maid, organizing lunch and preparing to live an afternoon full of magic. I felt calm, a little anxious, mentally I was more than ready to have relations with my son, physically, not to mention the morbidity of incest excited me a lot, I was very hot, my heart as a mother was beating for him and as a woman that afternoon my body would make him feel it for several hours. It may seem incredible but I felt “full”. Very happy.

I took a shower again, shaved my legs, painted my fingernails and toenails, didn't put on makeup for obvious reasons (my husband would have asked me where I was going), chose a cute, sexy, black underwear set, put on jeans, a green V-neck sweater, sneakers, my typical jewelry, bracelet, necklace, earrings, wedding ring, and my watch.

I looked at myself in the mirror, turning my body several times. I wanted to see what my butt looked like. I felt pretty, proud of the body I was going to give to my son. I would enjoy myself, he would eat a beautiful little mommy who was in the prime of life, mature enough to teach and young enough to enjoy.

At thirty-nine years old in bed with my husband we had done everything, even anal sex about thirty times, I was good at handling myself, I had initiative, I liked oral sex, I was witty, creative, if she gave it to my son he was in for a feast. For my part, I had no doubts that the passion of his twenty years plus the morbidity of fucking his mother were more than enough for him to make me enjoy that bed, he loved me, he desired me, my flesh was ready to receive him, an afternoon full of sex, incest, and magic awaited me.

I had only one concern, I didn't know if my contraceptive patch was working or not, I was in my fertile days, my son would surely ejaculate several times inside me, I thought, I am a doctor, somehow I would manage in case I had any delay.

I want to make a parenthesis before telling how what happened

that afternoon passed.

I read several incest stories, all by Barbara, and I liked some a lot (between my son and I, chemistry, the one about the Mom who through incest gets her son off drugs, the one about the Mom who went to mass, and the one about Barbara herself, under the summer sun) but there were others that I found shocking and in bad taste, especially the one about match point, that Mom who kept repeating that her son “fucked me, fucked me and fucked me” seemed ordinary to me, lacking the love that must be in such a beautifully intimate and extreme act as sex with a son.

The four of us had lunch accompanied by my daughter's boyfriend, absolutely normal, Brian and I were a little quieter but nothing noticeable, we seemed like just another family, just another day, except for my son and I, we both knew what was coming.

Such is the human capacity to dissimulate that even though my son and I knew what was going to happen that afternoon, we acted as if it were just another lunch on another day, incredible, incest in plain sight and we were quite calm, at least in appearance.

As soon as I finished the dessert I stood up and said

• I'm going with Brian, he'll accompany me to the Shopping

And Add

• We're back for dinner

My husband said

• So long

I just told him

• AND?

I brushed my teeth, peed, put on a few drops of perfume, and sent him a WhatsApp

• Ready ?

• Yes Mom

We said goodbye to everyone, my husband said don't spend too much, we got in the car, my son got behind the wheel and we left.

• Where are we going Mom?

I put the Google Map and told him

• Here

• What's there, Mom?

• Magic, you just drive

And I closed my eyes, ten minutes later we arrived, when we parked the car he asked me again

• What is this Mom?

• A place where we can spend a magical afternoon without anyone bothering us

When we got into the elevator and taking advantage of the fact that no one got on with us, I told him

• Brian, this is between you and me, not even your shadow can know.

We entered, it was impossible not to look at the bed, the eyes wandered off by themselves, I think the same thing happened to my son, Brian didn't know what to do or say, I asked him to check the minibar and put on some nice, romantic music, he asked me

• Either you or no Mom?

• Either you or none

Luis Miguel's song was going to be the one to drown our moans, I went into the bathroom, peed, washed myself downstairs again, dried the hairs on my vagina well, pulled up my jeans, looked in the mirror, that's it, I said to myself, here I go, the time came and I left the bathroom,

My son was lying in bed without slippers or socks, I pulled the curtains, but still a lot of light came in, I took off my shoes and lay down next to him, even though we were alone we were talking almost in whispers, I asked him

• Do you like the place?

• Beautiful Mom

And he added

• Don't worry

• A place for magic Brian, kiss me

We kissed with tongue, I climbed on top of him, he was still tense, I told him

• We are alone, touch me, kiss me,

He put his hands on my ass pushing me towards him, he had an erection, very hard, we were rubbing against each other, wait I told him and I took off my sweater and bra, I told him

• I want you to suck

And I put my tits in his mouth, that, that, that's what I told him, I couldn't take it anymore and I told him

• Take off my pants

What a moment, I watched as his hands pulled down my pants, Mom, Mom kept saying, when I was left in my underwear I told him

• It's your turn

He looked at me as if thinking, perhaps realizing what we were about to do. Mom said again, I didn't give him a break.

• Brian, this is serious, take off your clothes and make love to me.

He got naked, he had a good body, with his abs well marked, a nice penis, thick, well erect, hard, with few hairs, come I told him, Mom, Mom he kept repeating, I took off my underwear and said I love you my Love, do it, he placed himself between my legs, Mom, Mom, he did not stop stammering, I could not take it anymore, I was so hot that I almost begged him

• do it, put it in me

I look at him for seconds, as if asking for permission, I nodded my head, he told me

• I love you mom

And he penetrated me, murmuring Mamaggg, it hurt me

• Ayyy Briannnn

For seconds we didn't move, we kissed, he told me again

• I love you

• My Amorggg, my babyeee

And we started to move gently, like in a dance, we kissed, he sucked my tits, he kept telling me I love you Mom while he rammed my vagina, I pushed his ass towards me with my hands, his Mom, Mom, drove me crazy, it was so hot, my son began to ram and moan louder, wait I told him, hold on, he didn't last much longer and he came, when I felt his semen dripping down my vagina I couldn't hold on and I came, an orgasm that almost brought tears of love to my eyes, I ended up hugging him and moaning

• Ayyyy noooo Son

My son collapsed beside me, eyes closed, our chests heaving, I held him against my tits, almost instinctively he put his mouth on my nipple, for a while no one spoke, until Brian said

• Magic Mom

I answered him

• Magic, uff you made me see stars

And he told me again

• I love you mom

• I, you

We took a shower, got into bed, and talked. He asked me how I had realized that I was turning him on, how I had taken it at first, that when I had decided to sleep with him, I told him, I don't know if with the same words but I told him everything, and above all I told him

• I love you Mom, you made me feel loved, that's when I started to want you, to feel that you did deserve to have me, to enjoy me, it took me a while, you're my son, but it was magic and here we are naked and with your little seed inside me.

He answered

• I love you mom

I caressed his penis and told him

• Ayyy my love make mom feel it

He kissed me, smiled and put his mouth between my legs, for several minutes my son's tongue and fingers ate my vagina, he did it so well, he licked everything very slowly, except for the little button of the clitoris that he sucked very quickly, he had me on cloud nine, put a finger in the back I told him, he put a finger in my ass, sucked hard on my clitoris and I came, hugging his face with my legs

• Ayyyyy noooo agggg

I killed myself, what an orgasm I had, I turned around and sucked him off, we stayed in a 69 with me on top, other times on the side, he sucked my anus a lot, it drove me crazy, when I felt like I was going to finish I got on top of him and stuck it in, it was hard, thick, delicious, I exclaimed.

• Ayyyy noooo

My son pushed his hips, and entered all the way, ayyy I said again, he began to thrust while I moved on top of him, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the madness of incest, it was impossible for me to contain my orgasms, when my son ejaculated it was the "summus of pleasure" feeling the trickle of his semen traveling through my ovaries killed me, it was so intense that at some moments I wished he would get me pregnant, it was that wild.

Even though it was the most morbidly hot afternoon of my life, I am not a sexual machine. I really like to talk between intercourse and intercourse. With my husband I very rarely achieved it. He would fall asleep, rest for a while and, bam, he would nail me. With my son it is easier. He is like me. In our intimacy he did not hold anything back. After our second time, both naked, with my vagina still dripping with semen, I asked him what he felt when he was inside me. He told me something very nice.

• First of all, Love, morbidity, very hot and a little crazy, Mom, I was amazed to think that I was doing it with the one who partly “made” me. When I put it in you, I felt a kind of fascination for being inside the place that gave me life.

He paused, continue I said, continue please

• That's why my moans Mom, when I kissed you below I wanted to eat you

And smiling at me he added

• Mom, not all children have the privilege of returning to their “origin” And Mom, I guess you

I stared at him, and then I asked him again.

• I love you

• You're going to kill me, take me my love, fuck mommy

And after a rich and drooling 69 he put it in me doggy style with a finger inside my ass, when he tried to put it in from behind I stopped him,

• Today it doesn't hurt much, it ends up ahead

That was the last time we did it that afternoon, we ended up almost together, again his Mom, Mamaggg were killing me, it was impossible for me to contain myself, when we finished I turned around and sucked him clean.

It's incredible how naturally an incestuous relationship is assumed, despite it being our first time, and that we had only done it three times, we already felt like a couple, him taking a shower and me peeing in front of his eyes, a scene that as a mother I never imagined I would experience with my son.

After almost five hours we left, we made a brief stop at the Shopping to cover up, my son bought a pair of jeans and I bought some underwear that he chose for me at my request, I told him

• If you're going to take them from me, choose them yourself.

She picked out some overly “teenage” thongs for me (I’ve never worn thongs) but I bought them anyway.

Before arriving home we stopped at a cafe, my son ordered a juice and I ordered a tea with lemon, I asked him

• Are you ready? You'll be able to handle this.

He answered me with complete calm.

• If Mom I'm not nervous anymore,

And he told me

• I don't want to share you

Uff I felt the same, there I told him that for almost eight months his Dad hadn't touched me and I hadn't looked for him, I omitted that there was a certain Paula involved and I made him a promise

• Give me three months to fix our situation, I'm yours

And again

• I love you Mom

I answered him

• You're going to kill me, Cass and don't worry, we are "us" that nothing and no one can know or separate

The four of us had dinner as if nothing had happened. My husband asked what they bought and my son showed him the jeans, just that for six hours of shopping. That's when I got involved and told him, let's window shop and walk around.

From that afternoon everything changed and after what happened I wanted everything to change.

Having my son inside me was such a strong experience that it “exploded”: my senses, my sensitivity, everything I lived in that bed I felt with much greater intensity, even when he sucked my tits he gave me mini orgasms, when he penetrated me it was as if the walls of my vagina had been waiting for him, he put him in and they closed “traping” him while he rammed me with his Mom, Mom, for the first time in my life I had several 'mini' orgasms, when his body tensed, and he ejaculated moaning

• Agggg Mamaaaaa

He gave me such intense orgasms that I ended up in tears. The way he performed oral sex on me was unique, he didn't suck it, he ate it, at times it seemed like I was grateful, and the anus, him kissing me there was something new, dirty, kinky, delicious and very hot.

It's not that my son was better or worse than his Father in Bed,

It's different, with Brian it's more from within, it's partly my own flesh that's fornicating with me, it's all more sensitive, more intimate, there's a lot of morbidity, our naked bodies, shaking, his Mom, the secret, intimate, almost sordid nature of incest makes this a unique, extreme, beautiful experience, never in my life have I felt nor will I feel something like that again, that's why it's so captivating, it can be difficult to get to do it but once you get to bed it's impossible to stop doing it, not for my son and even less for me.

I am not promiscuous nor was I willing to sleep with the Father and the son, he is my son, today more mine than ever. I loved him and I was going to be faithful to him, so that night I went to sleep very late, not only because of what I had experienced but because I was looking for how to end my marriage in the best way for both of us. This Paula who brought so many tears to my eyes and who helped in part with what happened seemed like a blessing to me and I wished, I prayed that what she and my husband had was serious.

We separated a month ago on very good terms. My daughter lives between the two houses. My son, despite getting along well with his father, lives alone with me. When his little sister is not home, we sleep together and sometimes we stay in bed on weekends.

We have had anal sex several times, he is not as rough as his father and I have managed to enjoy myself and even finish.

Two days after our first time we returned to that Department, there I gave it to him for the first time,

We were more than hot, I was dressed, and without waiting for him to take it off he got inside my underwear to suck me, I pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees as best I could and sucked him, then on all fours he put it in me, his Mom, Mamaggg were still too much and I finished before him, I was exhausted, wet, he started kissing my anus and said

• Mom, I've never done it from behind.

I didn't even think about it, the morbidity that the first ass he ate was Materno's was enough, I told him.

• Bring a moisturizer from my purse

I asked him to put it inside my anus with one finger, now suck it, when I felt it more or less dilated I told him to put it in very slowly, I will guide you,

• Put the tip in me Like this, softly, ayyy wait, now a little more, ayyy so you don't move, ayyy aggg, push, now hard, ayyy wait, now my Love, hit it hard

And with me face down and biting the pillow my son had his first maternal ass fucking, I put my fingers in while my son's cock was brutally ramming my anus, his breathing agitated, his Mom, Mamaggg in my ear, how he licked my ear while he ass fucked me, that he ejaculated biting my black panties was too much for me again, for the first time I finished from behind howling with pleasure,

• Ayyyy nooooo nooo gggg

Today when my daughter sleeps with her dad I give it to her, it's nice, it hurts but seeing how my son takes me as if I were his dog turns me on in such a way that any pain is little compared to the pleasure we feel,

I have told everything, I don't know how to end this story. It occurred to me that maybe with the word that was our code for kissing.

Magic.

The first man who told me I love you was a twenty year old teenager, he said it seconds before penetrating me for the first time, we were naked, he was on top of me, he looked at me as if asking for permission, I moved my head "affirmatively" and he nailed me, ayyyggg I exclaimed, we kissed, he closed his eyes, he told me I love you again, and moaning he added

• Momgggg

He pushed his hips hard and entered me completely, all the way to the bottom. At that moment we were coupled, the incest was consummated, my son after twenty years returned as a man to enter my entrails.

I know the exact time because at that moment and seconds before closing my eyes and giving myself over to incest I happened to see a clock hanging on the wall. I have recorded in my body, in my mind and in my heart the before, during and after of our first time so my story is quite faithful with respect to how things happened so that in an ordinary family my son and I came to have sexual relations.

Six months have passed since that “instant” that changed my life forever, and in many ways his, and we are still “at it” quite frequently. Today I can say and write in capital letters that I love him, he completes me, in bed he makes me see “stars” and he never tires of telling me over and over again.

• Mom I love you

My son at twenty years old today has his 39 year old Mom “in his clutches.”

I got married (civilly) very young, pregnant and in love with a Latino "macho" seven years older who seduced me with his energy, vitality, friendliness, passion, perseverance, he had everything except intellect, and he was and still is very attractive.

A tireless "party animal", more interested in living today than tomorrow, nothing worried or scared him. Two months after we met, I gave him my virginity, he was experienced, very patient and in that bed he killed me. It hurt, but I had incredible orgasms, I felt madly in love for the first time, like I had never been in my life.

This is my Man, I kept repeating to myself, but neither at that moment nor when we got married by civil law did he say I love you or I love you when I asked him, he always answered the same;

• Actions speak louder than words

Three months later, Brian was born and three years later, Ann.

Brian is just like his father, light brown hair, not too short, black eyes, aquiline nose, pronounced chin, baritone voice, and at the time what happened I think he was 180 cm tall and weighed more or less 78 kilos, my daughter on the contrary is very similar to me, blonde, blue eyes, thin, 167 cm tall, with the anatomical measurements of almost all the women in my family, 88, 58, 92. Genetic inheritance, plus we all practice ballet, which in the long run shapes "thin" bodies.

Over the years, the differences in character of my children became evident, today after having slept with him I think that they had something to do with what happened,

My daughter Ann was like her Father seemed to have a practical sense of Love, as a teenager she always said

• With you, bread and onions, never

When we talked about love and asked Brian about his “ideal” woman, he always answered the same thing.

• Like Mom or equal to Mom

At that time I was still a child, I was thrilled and found wonderful the love and devotion that my only son felt for me. He got along well with his father, they played football and were rugby fans, a life so normal that in retrospect at that time it seemed impossible that not only what happened would happen but also what I as a mother and woman wanted to happen.

The changes came when Brian entered the University to study Medicine, that brought him very close to me. We talked a lot about the subject, about scientific advances, the impact of Telemedicine, etc. We talked almost every day, often until very late, he listened to me, asked me questions, participated, looked at me a lot, when I wore skirts or dresses more than once I caught him looking at my legs, even turning his face to try to see my underwear.

These themes, this vocation of my son for medicine, created a certain intimacy for the first time, and the fact that he looked at me and no one knew, a certain complicity, those moments became our little world.

Always at the end of our conversations, he would smile, kiss me on the cheek and say goodbye with a

• I love you Mom

The I love you's that my husband had not told me, my son seemed to never tire of telling them to me.

This stage coincided with the deterioration of my marriage. We had grown up very differently. I was a cardiologist, my husband was an insurance businessman. My training was scientific and, although it may sound false after having slept with my son, I considered myself until that moment a fairly rational person. My husband, on the other hand, continued with his party spirit.

We didn't know much about my son's love life. He had several friends but he didn't seem to have an intimate relationship with any of them.

My daughter, on the other hand, had a boyfriend who we all loved and who was little more than her slave.

One time when the four of us were having dinner, I asked Anne if her boyfriend had told her that he loved her, she replied

• Like a Parrot Mom

My son, knowing his father's lack of romanticism, nudged him and said

• Learn Dad

And again he repeated the same answer.

• Actions speak louder than words

There was no point, we had been together for more than twenty years and I still hadn't received even an 'I love you'.

At that time I didn't know it, today I have no doubt, that little by little the seed of incest was incubating and would soon germinate, the events would be in charge of precipitating everything.

It still hadn't crossed my mind to have "something" with him but I wasn't getting anywhere by deceiving myself. I increasingly thought that if he weren't my son, despite the age differences, I would have already looked for him. This was the type of man that she needs today, but he was my son. At that time, incest seemed taboo and extreme, and the few times I imagined it, I thought that it could harm both of us.

Other things happened that pushed us to this. I suspected that my husband was cheating on me. We had gone more than eight months without having sex. It was strange, unusual, it was not like him and I, who felt very unloved, did not seek him out. I was almost sure that he had someone else. It was almost impossible for someone with his libido to resist such a long ban.

I happened to use her car, and when I turned on my cell phone, the name of a certain Paula appeared, who had registered more than twenty calls.

I was expecting it, but I was still disappointed. I was crying and sad. My son ran into me in the kitchen, noticed it and asked me.

• What's up, Mom?

• Nothing, nothing

I responded between sobs, at that moment he hugged me, holding me very tightly, he held me close to him, we stuck together and he said in my ear

• I will always be there

He took my hands, kissed my tears and added

• Because I love you

I couldn't resist and I started to kiss his face, at one point our lips met, neither of us opened our mouths, but no one separated, it lasted almost a minute, when we separated we both blushed and my son said

• Ugh Mom

I didn't know what to say and I said the same thing

• Uff

He repeated Uff again and added

• I better go

And she left, I managed to tell her, perhaps recovering my role as Mom.

• Don't be late

That night I thought a lot about what happened, I had no doubt that it had been a coincidence, which is why I asked myself over and over again if that kiss was innocent or not.

I was thirty-nine years old, I suspected that my husband was being unfaithful to me, the only I love you's that I demanded so much had been told to me by the same person who made me feel loved, who listened to me and with whom I had kissed that afternoon:

• My son Brian.

I decided to be careful, I felt that I was in a very vulnerable state. However, as much as my rational mind demanded 'care', I really liked what happened, I would say that I loved it, it touched me very, very deep in the Heart and I couldn't help but send him a WhatsApp, a heart, a kiss and I wrote to him before going to sleep.

• Magical

My son responded with another Heart, another kiss and a question

• More magic?

Don't hesitate and answer him.

• Always

And I turned off my cell phone, as I fell asleep I asked myself over and over again

• Where am I going?

Life seemed to continue its course, me with my work as a Cardiologist, my tasks as a Mother and my increasingly cold relationship with my Husband who, tired of my indifference, asked me "What's wrong Marisol?" I answered him very coldly.

• Paula the one on your car screen

He just shrugged his shoulders, silence gives consent I thought, again that Friday my eyes filled with tears, I felt like my marriage was going downhill, I couldn't explain why he had been unfaithful, where I had failed, each time he looked for me I was willing, I more than fulfilled his three C's, House, Bed, Food, I had given him two wonderful children and the payment was this, horns, indifference and above all not a measly I love you, not even because he was hot he said it to me, I was disappointed, sad and at the same time very very angry, wanting to pay him back in the same coin with someone who would seduce me with I love you, I love you, a romantic, my heart demanded Love, my body needed sex, it was a very explosive cocktail that would soon explode for a very simple reason, that someone who had told me all those sweet words that I longed for and had reached me in such a beautiful way heart was within my reach, in my House, he was born from my womb and he had a name, my Son Brian. Incest was getting closer.

And that Friday, as if he could read my mood, he took another step. My son was about to leave and ran into me in the kitchen. I felt sad, absent, unmotivated, flipping through the TV. It didn't take him anything to realize it. He asked me.

• Mom, sad and tearful again?

I answered

• But this time angry, very angry

There was a silence, he sat down, took my hands and said

• You need an I love you

He paused and said to me

• I love you Mom

I got emotional again, I felt so much love in his words, his eyes reflected much more than love, devotion and something, something like a glow that could only be desire, I sighed, stood up, opened my arms and said to him

• So Magic Brian

And I kissed him again a little kiss on the lips, when I heard my daughter's footsteps in the hallway we separated, wait I told him, I closed the kitchen door, and I told him

• Make your magic

And this time the kiss was with tongue, we stuck our bodies together, my son put his hands on my hips, I leaned up and hugged him, I pushed my hips, we kissed with tongue for a long time, I felt a slight erection between my legs, not even that separated me from him, only my daughter's voice with Mom separated us, my son said again

• Magic

And I answered him

• Magic

And he left, not even five minutes had passed and I received a WhatsApp from him, a simple message that was going to have a great influence on what was coming to us.

• Mom, I love you so much.

I almost died, my son's love for me had almost reached the top of what a man can feel for a woman, he felt it and wrote it, the big difference is that this man was someone who had given birth twenty years ago, my own son, a thought takes hold of me, so strong that one would say that it 'possessed' me.

• He does deserve me

But he was my son and there were still barriers and taboos that prevented incest.

That night as I went to bed, for the first time I stopped to look at my bed and thought:

• here, my son and I?

The Mother still held back the Woman who was pushing more and more towards sex, and she quickly arrived.

On Saturday he arrived late, very late at night, I felt him arrive but I didn't see him, on Sunday we all went to my father-in-law's, so there was almost nothing, just a couple of WhatsApp messages,

• How are you, Mom?

I answered

• Passing it

My son answered

• So I love you Mom

I felt the same intensity in my heart again but it was no longer worth anything to deceive myself more and more, accompanied by greater excitement. I answered him with a question.

• Magic today?

My son responded with another question

• At what time?

I thought about it, waiting for my husband to fall asleep early was impossible and that night I was determined to give greater intensity to our magic, leave innocence behind, take it to a sexual level, his WhatsApps declaring that he loved me very much or that we kissed were no longer enough for me, I wanted him to desire me, to turn him on, and for that I would have to risk myself, I answered him

• Don't fall asleep

He responded with flowers and a heart. Once again I sighed, this was much more than maternal love, there was desire here, excitement for his mother, he was hot for me and at this point it was increasingly reciprocated, I am thirty-nine years old, I know my sexuality very well, my body temperature did not stop rising, I could not fool myself, for a very simple reason I could not regulate it, I was "hot" and it was for my son, Incest had caught me.

At ten thirty my son was in bed, I stayed up for a while with my husband and daughter watching a movie and around 11:30 pm my daughter and I went to bed, my husband, who had a long day to sleep, stayed up watching TV.

I put on a pair of pajama pants and a shirt, changed my black underwear for smaller flesh-colored ones, and waited.

My eyes were closing when I received a WhatsApp from my son, a simple Mom that was a reminder that he was expecting my visit, I decided to answer him.

• Go

I put a few drops of perfume on and left, I assumed that my husband would notice what happened in the kitchen, I filled a glass with water and told him

• For Brian.

Soft touch and enter, Mom said in a very low voice, I turned on a small light and before her eyes I took off the bottom part of my pajamas, I was left with tiny panties, being flesh-colored the hairs of my vagina were noticeable, it was almost an invitation, he looked at me hypnotized, Magic I told him and I lay down next to him.

Immediately my son clung to me, I felt his erection pressing on my vagina, very hard, we hugged, stuck together, I whispered in his ear, we have little time, do your magic and we kissed with a lot of tongue rubbing our bodies, my son stammered Mom, Mom, it cost me a lot but after three or four minutes I got up, put on my pajama pants, kissed him again, he said to me again

• Mom I love you so much

I answered

• Magic

and Pausing add

• Yours

Again I saw how, as in the song “little stars and elves” I no longer had any doubts that my son’s love went far beyond the filial bond, his maternal love was so intense that it was accompanied by a very strong desire for his mother, I no longer had any doubts about that, I kept asking myself, what now? How does it continue? I also kept thinking about

• “The one who deserves me, the one who deserves to have me, to enjoy me, to fornicate with me”

This thought was recurring and pushed me more and more to sleep with him, the answer to how this continues was floating in the air and had the form of Sex, of incest.

That night the question I had asked myself when we had our first kiss, “where am I going?” became very clear to me at least. I went to sleep almost determined to have sexual relations with my son.

I woke up very early with the alarm on my cell phone, I had a heart bypass surgery, depending on the complexity and number of clogged arteries it would take between three and six hours, I decided that as soon as I got to the clinic I would cool my head, I couldn't allow myself to think about sex with my son while a patient's life depended on me,

I felt very anxious, excited, excited, not nervous, I thought I knew with absolute clarity what my son wanted and I was almost determined to give it to him, I looked at the time 7:20 am, maybe he would be awake, I sent him a whatsapp, I wrote to him again our Magic

He responded within a minute

• Either you or no Mom

With the link to Luis Miguel's song.

I sighed not ten times, took a sip of coffee and, I decided, I answered.

• Intensely Yours

My son answered

• Intensely Yours

It was sealed, the words that his Father should have told me for years had been said in a very short time by my son, he had made me feel a Love and a desire so strong that I was willing to break down filial barriers and sleep with him, I would have to be the one to take the initiative, my son, no matter how much he wanted me, would not dare to be so direct, I was his Mom, not easy, after what I had experienced the night before I had no doubt that it would not cost me almost anything to take him to bed, the key was not to scare him, to create the occasion, for it to happen naturally, for him to feel the beauty of the intimacy and secrecy of what we were going to do and that we were both sure of doing it, it was sex, incest yes, but my son when taking my body had to feel all my Love, incest seemed to be just around the corner.

I decided to take advantage of every moment, to give intensity to every moment that we were alone, the magic to kiss each other was our open sesame, I wanted more, I wanted him to kiss me, touch me, feel me, and that Friday he felt me.

My husband told me he would be late, after dinner my daughter went to the movies with her boyfriend, Brian was in his room getting ready to go out, I sent him a whatsapp

• Before you go Magic?

Asked

• Where's Mom?

• In my room, I'll let you know.

I changed my clothes, got ready, bye bye jeans, I put on a white skirt, the shortest I have, it reached above my knee, almost a miniskirt, I knew that if I crossed and uncrossed my legs they would see my panties, a jeans shirt, no bra, my tits are small but hard, firm, nice, my blonde hair loose, barely made up, no stockings or shoes, I left only a little light, I lay down, crossed and uncrossed my legs, I wasn't nervous, very anxious, but determined to transform this little moment into the "preview" I wanted to leave it ready, prepared for what was coming, which was nothing other than having sex.

I was determined that when I left my room I would have no doubts that in the next 'magic' I would have to penetrate me, take me and enjoy myself.

I didn't have time to fuck, it was impossible, for that I needed several hours, not only to do it more than once, but more than anything to calm him down after having done it, I had a feeling that the sexual act in an incest must be very strong and we would both need a lot of time to appear somewhat normal, I sent him a WhatsApp

• Come

A minute later he came in, “Close it,” I told him, he closed the door, I locked it again, I told him, he did and looked at me, he stood at the foot of my bed, he was eating me with his eyes, I opened my legs wide, I knew my underwear was showing, and he didn't stop looking at them, I found him so cute, in jeans, a loose white shirt, sneakers, he was nervous, he was more than old enough to realize that even though he was at home, in his parents' room and in front of his mother, a “sexual” moment awaited him, here I told him hitting the bed with my hand, “Take off your sneakers,” I added, we lay on our sides, I positioned myself in such a way that our faces were face to face, I began to caress his hair, my son closed his eyes, he was breathing heavily, in a very soft voice I said in his ear,

• we are alone, do you want Mom to give you magic?

I stammered a yes, yes, I kissed him with a lot of tongue, we stuck together, I had him standing, his jeans almost bursting, but he didn't dare to touch me, he didn't take his hands off my hips, I told him

• We have little time, I want intensity

I kissed him again and caressed his cock over his pants, his hands still didn't touch me, I told him

• Brian this is serious I want you to touch me

And I put a tit in his mouth, I said,

• you're gonna suck me and you're gonna touch me.

And with my hand I put one of his hands on my butt, over my underwear, I kept telling him that, that, touch me, put your hand on me, touch Mommy.

He sucked my tits very anxiously, alternating one and the other, with his little eyes closed, my son kept repeating to me Mom, Mom I told him, that's it, suck, suck Mom, touch me, touch more I told him, continue, we're alone, he didn't put his hand inside my panties, he was hot but a little scared, tense, I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs, in my vagina, on my panties, it was wet, I told him in a very soft voice

• That, that, you like it, touch it, that's where you came from

I've never been so hot, now Mommy is going to touch you, just when I turned my body to suck it we felt my husband's car arrive, the first to feel it was Brian who jumped up like a spring, repeating

• Dad, Dad,

And he ran out of my room at the same time I went into the bathroom, I hurriedly took off my clothes and got under the shower, saved by the bell, it almost caught us.

I spent a long time under the shower recovering my pulse, when I came out wrapped in a towel my husband asked me about Brian, I told him with total indifference

• I guess it came out

And he went to the living room to watch TV. What happened was exciting, but for both of us “it was too late” that he wanted me, it was more than clear, not to mention me, I was ready as a Mother and Woman to be penetrated by my son, but not in our House, after his Dad almost caught us, I would have to find a place, a “nest” where Brian would be calm, if it is already hard to do it with his Mom, being also worried that his Dad or his sister would catch us was too much, after all they are our family, better for both, that way I could have sex with him in peace,

My “brakes”, my I am his Mom, the after “of” how our relationship continues, our family life, how my role as a Mother will be after having slept with my son, each and every one of the questions I had asked myself regarding Incest, were answered by the facts, what was coming had to be full, intense sexual relations and for several hours.

I was doing that when I got a WhatsApp from my son, a simple

• Ugh Mom

I thought a lot about what I was going to answer, I wanted my answer to reassure him and make it clear to him that what was coming was total incest,

I looked for an apartment that was neither too close nor too far from home. I found a very nice one, with a view of a small park, a large bed with a white blanket, a bathtub, with lots of light, light colors, very modern.

I was so sure that the next day we would have relations and from then on we would not stop having them, so I rented him for fifteen days, at this point I took incest for granted, not only was it desirable for both, I saw it as inevitable, it was only a matter of time and I would take charge of speeding up the times, I sent him a whatsup

• Tomorrow we could “get lost” after lunch

My son answered

• And what would we do, Mom?

• Total magic Brian an afternoon of magic between you and me

He answered me with a heart.

I would see how I could come up with an excuse that would allow us to leave the house for several hours with my son.

The next day, which was supposedly “our day,” he avoided me. The four of us had breakfast. He didn't speak or look at me. When he finished and went to his room, I sent him a WhatsApp message.

• Is there no I love you today, Mom?

answered

• Ugh Mom,

I answered him

• Ugh Mom, just that, not even an "I love you"?

answered

• I love you Mom

I assumed he was nervous, he's twenty years old, he's a man, he knew perfectly well that that afternoon with almost total certainty he would have sexual relations with his mother, my son had a feeling that I was going to fuck him, I know him, I gave birth to him, I am his mother, I can read his body language, he was tense, anxious, excited, as much as his love and desire for me had taken us to a point of no return, feeling the imminence of incest is something very difficult, becoming aware that he is just a few hours away from penetrating the mother's flesh is very strong, for a son to desire, fantasize about his mother can be a normal stage within adolescence, but this was real and my Son as a Man was more than clear about it.

I set out to reassure him, I answered him

• Don't leave your room

She replied with a heart. Wait, when my husband went to the supermarket and my daughter locked herself in her room, I hurriedly changed my jeans for a dress and went to her room.

Soft knock, I entered and closed the door, he was lying down, without slippers, he looked at me, to relax him I turned around and asked him how I looked, beautiful Mom, I lay down next to him, I kissed him, with tongue but calmly, the passionate kisses would come, I asked him to speak slowly and I asked him

• Do you know what's going to happen today?

He was very nervous, he closed his eyes and answered me with a question

• Magic Mom?

I chose each word very carefully, being so close to sleeping together I didn't want to scare him for anything in the world.

• Magic,,,,,,, but more intense

• I love you Mom

He had me in his hands, my legs were already open to receive him.

• Me too and this afternoon my flesh will make you feel it

And I left, I dedicated myself to doing things around the house, giving instructions to the maid, organizing lunch and preparing to live an afternoon full of magic. I felt calm, a little anxious, mentally I was more than ready to have relations with my son, physically, not to mention the morbidity of incest excited me a lot, I was very hot, my heart as a mother was beating for him and as a woman that afternoon my body would make him feel it for several hours. It may seem incredible but I felt “full”. Very happy.

I took a shower again, shaved my legs, painted my fingernails and toenails, didn't put on makeup for obvious reasons (my husband would have asked me where I was going), chose a cute, sexy, black underwear set, put on jeans, a green V-neck sweater, sneakers, my typical jewelry, bracelet, necklace, earrings, wedding ring, and my watch.

I looked at myself in the mirror, turning my body several times. I wanted to see what my butt looked like. I felt pretty, proud of the body I was going to give to my son. I would enjoy myself, he would eat a beautiful little mommy who was in the prime of life, mature enough to teach and young enough to enjoy.

At thirty-nine years old in bed with my husband we had done everything, even anal sex about thirty times, I was good at handling myself, I had initiative, I liked oral sex, I was witty, creative, if I gave it to my son he was in for a feast. For my part, I had no doubts that the passion of his twenty years plus the morbidity of fucking his mother were more than enough for him to make me enjoy that bed, he loved me, he desired me, my flesh was ready to receive him, an afternoon full of sex, incest, and magic awaited me.

I had only one concern, I didn't know if my contraceptive patch was working or not, I was in my fertile days, my son would surely ejaculate several times inside me, I thought, I am a doctor, somehow I would manage in case I had any delay.

I want to make a parenthesis before telling how what happened

that afternoon passed.

I read several incest stories, all by Barbara, and I liked some a lot (between my son and I, chemistry, the one about the Mom who through incest gets her son off drugs, the one about the Mom who went to mass, and the one about Barbara herself, under the summer sun) but there were others that I found shocking and in bad taste, especially the one about match point, that Mom who kept repeating that her son “fucked me, fucked me and fucked me” seemed ordinary to me, lacking the love that must be in such a beautifully intimate and extreme act as sex with a son.

The four of us had lunch accompanied by my daughter's boyfriend, absolutely normal, Brian and I were a little quieter but nothing noticeable, we seemed like just another family, just another day, except for my son and I, we both knew what was coming.

Such is the human capacity to dissimulate that even though my son and I knew what was going to happen that afternoon, we acted as if it were just another lunch on another day, incredible, incest in plain sight and we were quite calm, at least in appearance.

As soon as I finished the dessert I stood up and said

• I'm going with Brian, he'll accompany me to the Shopping

And Add

• We're back for dinner

My husband said

• So long

I just told him

• AND?

I brushed my teeth, peed, put on a few drops of perfume, and sent him a WhatsApp

• Ready ?

• Yes Mom

We said goodbye to everyone, my husband said don't spend too much, we got in the car, my son got behind the wheel and we left.

• Where are we going Mom?

I put the Google Map and told him

• Here

• What's there, Mom?

• Magic, you just drive

And I closed my eyes, ten minutes later we arrived, when we parked the car he asked me again

• What is this Mom?

• A place where we can spend a magical afternoon without anyone bothering us

When we got into the elevator and taking advantage of the fact that no one got on with us, I told him

• Brian, this is between you and me, not even your shadow can know.

We entered, it was impossible not to look at the bed, the eyes wandered off by themselves, I think the same thing happened to my son, Brian didn't know what to do or say, I asked him to check the minibar and put on some nice, romantic music, he asked me

• Either you or no Mom?

• Either you or none

Luis Miguel's song was going to be the one to drown our moans, I went into the bathroom, peed, washed myself downstairs again, dried the hairs on my vagina well, pulled up my jeans, looked in the mirror, that's it, I said to myself, here I go, the time came and I left the bathroom,

My son was lying in bed without slippers or socks, I pulled the curtains, but still a lot of light came in, I took off my shoes and lay down next to him, even though we were alone we were talking almost in whispers, I asked him

• Do you like the place?

• Beautiful Mom

And he added

• Don't worry

• A place for magic Brian, kiss me

We kissed with tongue, I climbed on top of him, he was still tense, I told him

• We are alone, touch me, kiss me,

He put his hands on my ass pushing me towards him, he had an erection, very hard, we were rubbing against each other, wait I told him and I took off my sweater and bra, I told him

• I want you to suck

And I put my tits in his mouth, that, that, that's what I told him, I couldn't take it anymore and I told him

• Take off my pants

What a moment, I watched as his hands pulled down my pants, Mom, Mom kept saying, when I was left in my underwear I told him

• It's your turn

He looked at me as if thinking, perhaps realizing what we were about to do. Mom said again, I didn't give him a break.

• Brian, this is serious, take off your clothes and make love to me.

He got naked, he had a good body, with his abs well marked, a nice penis, thick, well erect, hard, with few hairs, come I told him, Mom, Mom he kept repeating, I took off my underwear and said I love you my Love, do it, he placed himself between my legs, Mom, Mom, he did not stop stammering, I could not take it anymore, I was so hot that I almost begged him

• do it, put it in me

I look at him for seconds, as if asking for permission, I nodded my head, he told me

• I love you mom

And he penetrated me, murmuring Mamaggg, it hurt me

• Ayyy Briannnn

For seconds we didn't move, we kissed, he told me again

• I love you

• My Amorggg, my babyeee

And we started to move gently, like in a dance, we kissed, he sucked my tits, he kept telling me I love you Mom while he rammed my vagina, I pushed his ass towards me with my hands, his Mom, Mom, drove me crazy, it was so hot, my son began to ram and moan louder, wait I told him, hold on, he didn't last much longer and he came, when I felt his semen dripping down my vagina I couldn't hold on and I came, an orgasm that almost brought tears of love to my eyes, I ended up hugging him and moaning

• Ayyyy noooo Son

My son collapsed beside me, eyes closed, our chests heaving, I held him against my tits, almost instinctively he put his mouth on my nipple, for a while no one spoke, until Brian said

• Magic Mom

I answered him

• Magic, uff you made me see stars

And he told me again

• I love you mom

• I, you

We took a shower, got into bed, and talked. He asked me how I had realized that I was turning him on, how I had taken it at first, that when I had decided to sleep with him, I told him, I don't know if with the same words but I told him everything, and above all I told him

• I love you Mom, you made me feel loved, that's when I started to want you, to feel that you did deserve to have me, to enjoy me, it took me a while, you're my son, but it was magic and here we are naked and with your little seed inside me.

He answered

• I love you mom

I caressed his penis and told him

• Ayyy my love make mom feel it

He kissed me, smiled and put his mouth between my legs, for several minutes my son's tongue and fingers ate my vagina, he did it so well, he licked everything very slowly, except for the little button of the clitoris that he sucked very quickly, he had me on cloud nine, put a finger in the back I told him, he put a finger in my ass, sucked hard on my clitoris and I came, hugging his face with my legs

• Ayyyyy noooo agggg

I killed myself, what an orgasm I had, I turned around and sucked him off, we stayed in a 69 with me on top, other times on the side, he sucked my anus a lot, it drove me crazy, when I felt like I was going to finish I got on top of him and stuck it in, it was hard, thick, delicious, I exclaimed.

• Ayyyy noooo

My son pushed his hips, and entered all the way, ayyy I said again, he began to thrust while I moved on top of him, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the madness of incest, it was impossible for me to contain my orgasms, when my son ejaculated it was the "summus of pleasure" feeling the trickle of his semen traveling through my ovaries killed me, it was so intense that at some moments I wished he would get me pregnant, it was that wild.

Even though it was the most morbidly hot afternoon of my life, I am not a sexual machine. I really like to talk between intercourse and intercourse. With my husband I very rarely achieved it. He would fall asleep, rest for a while and, bam, he would nail me. With my son it is easier. He is like me. In our intimacy he did not hold anything back. After our second time, both naked, with my vagina still dripping with semen, I asked him what he felt when he was inside me. He told me something very nice.

• First of all, Love, morbidity, very hot and a little crazy, Mom, I was amazed to think that I was doing it with the one who partly “made” me. When I put it in you, I felt a kind of fascination for being inside the place that gave me life.

He paused, continue I said, continue please

• That's why my moans Mom, when I kissed you below I wanted to eat you

And smiling at me he added

• Mom, not all children have the privilege of returning to their “origin” And Mom, I guess you

I stared at him, and then I asked him again.

• I love you

• You're going to kill me, take me my love, fuck mommy

And after a rich and drooling 69 he put it in me doggy style with a finger inside my ass, when he tried to put it in from behind I stopped him,

• Today it doesn't hurt much, it ends up ahead

That was the last time we did it that afternoon, we ended up almost together, again his Mom, Mamaggg were killing me, it was impossible for me to contain myself, when we finished I turned around and sucked him clean.

It's incredible how naturally an incestuous relationship is assumed, despite it being our first time, and that we had only done it three times, we already felt like a couple, him taking a shower and me peeing in front of his eyes, a scene that as a mother I never imagined I would experience with my son.

After almost five hours we left, we made a brief stop at the Shopping to cover up, my son bought a pair of jeans and I bought some underwear that he chose for me at my request, I told him

• If you're going to take them from me, choose them yourself.

She picked out some overly “teenage” thongs for me (I’ve never worn thongs) but I bought them anyway.

Before arriving home we stopped at a cafe, my son ordered a juice and I ordered a tea with lemon, I asked him

• Are you ready? You'll be able to handle this.

He answered me with complete calm.

• If Mom I'm not nervous anymore,

And he told me

• I don't want to share you

Uff I felt the same, there I told him that for almost eight months his Dad hadn't touched me and I hadn't looked for him, I omitted that there was a certain Paula involved and I made him a promise

• Give me three months to fix our situation, I'm yours

And again

• I love you Mom

I answered him

• You're going to kill me, Cass and don't worry, we are "us" that nothing and no one can know or separate

The four of us had dinner as if nothing had happened. My husband asked what they bought and my son showed him the jeans, just that for six hours of shopping. That's when I got involved and told him, let's window shop and walk around.

From that afternoon everything changed and after what happened I wanted everything to change.

Having my son inside me was such a strong experience that it “exploded”: my senses, my sensitivity, everything I lived in that bed I felt with much greater intensity, even when he sucked my tits he gave me mini orgasms, when he penetrated me it was as if the walls of my vagina had been waiting for him, he put him in and they closed “traping” him while he rammed me with his Mom, Mom, for the first time in my life I had several 'mini' orgasms, when his body tensed, and he ejaculated moaning

• Agggg Mamaaaaa

He gave me such intense orgasms that I ended up in tears. The way he performed oral sex on me was unique, he didn't suck it, he ate it, at times it seemed like I was grateful, and the anus, him kissing me there was something new, dirty, kinky, delicious and very hot.

It's not that my son was better or worse than his Father in Bed,

It's different, with Brian it's more from within, it's partly my own flesh that's fornicating with me, it's all more sensitive, more intimate, there's a lot of morbidity, our naked bodies, shaking, his Mom, the secret, intimate, almost sordid nature of incest makes this a unique, extreme, beautiful experience, never in my life have I felt nor will I feel something like that again, that's why it's so captivating, it can be difficult to get to do it but once you get to bed it's impossible to stop doing it, not for my son and even less for me.

I am not promiscuous nor was I willing to sleep with the Father and the son, he is my son, today more mine than ever. I loved him and I was going to be faithful to him, so that night I went to sleep very late, not only because of what I had experienced but because I was looking for how to end my marriage in the best way for both of us. This Paula who brought so many tears to my eyes and who helped in part with what happened seemed like a blessing to me and I wished, I prayed that what she and my husband had was serious.

We separated a month ago on very good terms. My daughter lives between the two houses. My son, despite getting along well with his father, lives alone with me. When his little sister is not home, we sleep together and sometimes we stay in bed on weekends.

We have had anal sex several times, he is not as rough as his father and I have managed to enjoy myself and even finish.

Two days after our first time we returned to that Department, there I gave it to him for the first time,

We were more than hot, I was dressed, and without waiting for him to take it off he got inside my underwear to suck me, I pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees as best I could and sucked him, then on all fours he put it in me, his Mom, Mamaggg were still too much and I finished before him, I was exhausted, wet, he started kissing my anus and said

• Mom, I've never done it from behind.

I didn't even think about it, the morbidity that the first ass he ate was Materno's was enough, I told him.

• Bring a moisturizer from my purse

I asked him to put it inside my anus with one finger, now suck it, when I felt it more or less dilated I told him to put it in very slowly, I will guide you,

• Put the tip in me Like this, softly, ayyy wait, now a little more, ayyy so you don't move, ayyy aggg, push, now hard, ayyy wait, now my Love, hit it hard

And with me face down and biting the pillow my son had his first maternal ass fucking, I put my fingers in while my son's cock was brutally ramming my anus, his breathing agitated, his Mom, Mamaggg in my ear, how he licked my ear while he ass fucked me, that he ejaculated biting my black panties was too much for me again, for the first time I finished from behind howling with pleasure,

• Ayyyy nooooo nooo gggg

Today when my daughter sleeps with her dad I give it to her, it's nice, it hurts but seeing how my son takes me as if I were his dog turns me on in such a way that any pain is little compared to the pleasure we feel,

I have told everything, I don't know how to end this story. It occurred to me that maybe with the word that was our code for kissing.

Magic.