My mother goes to the village and the countryman has dinner for her

That summer my father had to travel for work, but he didn't want to leave my mother and me, his only son, locked in our small house in the city, so he drove us to a small provincial town where a former co-worker had offered him his family home for a few days.

We arrived late in the afternoon and my father did not take half an hour to leave as he had to travel at night the great distance that separated him from the place he had to visit the next day.

The host, a tall, burly man in his fifties, was called Pedro. His wife, who must have been the same age, was called Petra, and their son, who was just over twenty, was called Kiko. The couple had several children, but they had all been working outside the village for years, with only the youngest, Kiko, still with them.

They welcomed us very politely, showing us the house where they lived and where they were going to welcome us, a two-story building, with the bedrooms on the first floor, accessed by separate stairs for the family and the guests.

They showed us our rooms, one for my mother and one adjacent to it for me, with the bathroom next to them.

Returning to the ground floor, several boys of a similar age to me appeared at the entrance door, not daring to enter the house. They wanted to see the new arrivals, and although they greeted me, they paid more attention to my mother, who at that time must have been about 34 years old. All the boys' eyes went to my mother's exuberant charms, her tits and her ass, although she did not give them any importance, smilingly greeting them with a cheerful:

• Hi guys!

One of the kids whispered in my ear:

• Sign up, after dinner we'll meet behind the house.

• Oh, thanks, I'll be there!

Surprised, I also answered in a low voice, grateful that they had included me in their group so quickly.

When night fell, we sat down to have dinner with the family, leaving the visit to the town for the next day and, with the excuse that we were tired, my mother told them that we were going to bed, although Kiko told me in a low voice pointing with his head to an open door.

• They're waiting for you in the back.

He continued winking at me and saying in a low voice:

• When you hear your mother go into her room, leave quietly.

Surprised that the man suggested I disobey my mother, I didn't say anything to her, thinking she was a spoilsport and that I wasn't going to listen to her so I could have fun with my new friends.

After brushing my teeth and receiving a goodnight kiss from my mother, I obediently went into my room, listening to her close hers.

Without making a sound, I left my room, closing the door, and, with the light on downstairs, I descended the stairs without any problems, finding Kiko waiting for me.

• Come on, hurry up, your friends are waiting for you!

He told me, opening a door that led to the darkness, and, in the face of my doubts, placing his hand on my back, he pushed me slightly and said, pointing with his arm to an indeterminate point in the night:

• Come on, they're waiting for you!

Crossing the threshold, I almost immediately got used to it enough to see someone raise a hand several meters from where I was.

I approached him and he said to me:

• Come on, don't make any noise, it's about to happen!

From his voice, I knew that he was the same one who had spoken to me before, and I asked myself in surprise:

• What is it about?

I followed him towards some trees where, in the darkness, I could see that there were several boys, surely the ones who greeted us earlier, but this time nobody said anything to me.

They all looked expectantly towards the house I had come from. I imitated them and noticed that they were looking towards a lit window on the first floor. A thin film covered the window; it must have been a roller blind, a roller shutter, but it was so thin that it was transparent as it was night outside and there was light inside the room.

A few seconds passed and suddenly I noticed someone appearing at the window.

I saw her tits! They were huge, round and perky! It was my mother! I was staring at my mother's naked tits! And I wasn't the only one! Everyone was staring at her tits! Everyone!

Bewildered, she didn't know what to do, what to say, or where to look, but everyone watched her without blinking.

I looked back at the window and there she was, my mother, walking in front of the window with her naked tits swaying with every movement she made.

When she reached the window at waist height, thank God, you couldn't see if she was wearing any panties, or if she was completely naked.

She didn't seem to notice that she was being watched, and she must not have known because she was slowly putting clothes into the wardrobe. She must have been putting the clothes we had brought into the suitcase.

But hadn't he noticed that the window was open? Did he perhaps think that the curtain wouldn't be transparent at night?

I heard some noises next to me and when I looked over I realized that my companions had taken out their cocks and were masturbating. They were masturbating while looking at my mother's tits!

Once my mother had finished putting away the clothes, she closed the closet door and, looking directly at the window, lifted the blind that was covering it! Realizing at that moment that she had walked around topless with the window open.

Letting out a little cry, she covered her tits with her hands, moving far enough away from the window so that we couldn't see her. After a while I saw her head appear in the window frame and she looked out. It was so dark that she couldn't see us, so she assumed that no one was watching her and, uncovering her tits again, she immediately closed the shutter, putting an end to the lewd spectacle.

Still the boys continued to masturbate , remembering my mother's perky tits.

I was so embarrassed that I didn't dare move or say anything, but I did realize that I also had a hard-on, although I didn't dare take out my cock and jerk it.

• It's over. I'm going home.

The boy who had invited me to join my mother's tits show told me in a low voice.

• Why did you call me?

I dared to ask him in a whisper.

• Kiko told me. He also told us to stand here to see your sister's tits.

Was his answer.

• My sister? But she's my mother.

I thought, not daring to correct him. I thought it was less serious for them to see my sister's breasts than my mother's.

Watching everyone walk away, I went to the house where we saw my mother topless.

Kiko was waiting for me at the door and, smiling wickedly, he asked me:

• Did you like it?

I only dared to say in a low voice a brief “Yes”, I did not dare to give him another answer, and he replied:

• If you don't tell her anything, you will see many more things that you will like.

Entering the house, I quietly went up to my room and, putting on my pajamas, lay down on my bed.

I had trouble falling asleep because of the shame and excitement caused by what I had seen. The shame gave way to morbid curiosity and I masturbated twice before falling asleep.

The next morning I was awakened by the closing of my bedroom door and the voice of my mother from across the hall:

• The toilet water is not working.

• The power has been cut off throughout the house, but you can shower in the yard.

It was the answer he received from Kiko, and, after a brief pause, he continued:

• Come, I'll show you!

Getting out of bed, I opened the door and watched as my mother followed the young man down the stairs.

I thought it best to follow them, and, closing my bedroom door, I changed as quickly as I could.

Already dressed I met Kiko before going down the stairs and he said to me:

• Come, join me!

did not go down , but following him, he took me to a terrace of the house full of flower pots where, using signs, he indicated to me that I should remain silent and, lying down on the ground, crawl to the edge and look down.

I did so, and looking down, I saw a courtyard about three metres away, and a kind of square made of metal sheets, about a metre and a half wide, with no roof, and a rudimentary shower in the middle of the square. I also saw my mother, with a towel in her hand, opening one of the sheets that served as a door, and after looking inside, she looked around in case anyone saw her, wondering whether to go inside the square.

She decided to go inside, not knowing where to put her towel and clothes. There was a hook on the outside of one of the ironing boards, but she didn't dare leave anything there, so, entering the rudimentary room, she stood on tiptoe and left the towel on top of the ironing board, as well as a bottle of gel and a sponge on the floor.

She kicked off her loafers, leaving them outside the room, and closing the door, she unbuttoned her dress and, taking it off, she was left in her panties and bra. My mother was undressing and I was there watching!

Lying face down on the terrace, I turned to see the young man who had brought me there, but he was gone, so I turned my attention to my mother who, again on tiptoe, placed the dress on top of another of the boards.

She then unclipped her bra from behind and, taking it off, I could see her enormous, erect, rounded tits again, with almost black areolas from which dark, plump nipples emerged.

She left her bra on top of her dress and pulled down her panties, taking them off. Now he could see her crotch, her pussy barely covered by a thin strip of light brown pubic hair.

I was looking at her naked, completely naked! I was looking at my mother completely naked!

Turning towards the shower, I now observed her buttocks, tight, solid and erect, without a hint of cellulite or spots or pimples, perfect.

He opened a valve marked with blue and let the water fall, wetting only one hand, then he did the same with the one marked with red, and when he thought the jet had the right temperature, he got under it.

The water flowed over her body, running over the curves of her breasts, her hips, her buttocks and thighs, penetrating every nook and cranny, getting between her vaginal lips.

Bending forward to pick up the jar and sponge she had left behind, I could clearly see the splendor of her buttocks, her tight ass, and, between her legs, her vulva dripping with fluids, probably water at that moment.

She poured the contents of the bottle into her hand, massaging her hair with it and creating a lather. Then she poured it onto the sponge with which she massaged her body, her breasts, focusing not only on her armpits but also on her crotch, where she spent quite a bit of time, massaging her so much that I would say she was masturbating, although before reaching ecstasy she stopped.

While I was enjoying the show and my mother, I think, was masturbating, Kiko approached silently and, looking up at me, smiled wickedly, then proceeding to take first the towel and then all the clothes and the moccasins.

When my mother stopped the flow of water, she turned to the towel, but it was gone! Neither were her clothes!

I saw the surprise reflected on her face, her eyes and mouth opening wide, and then shame stained her face from the top of her breasts red, covering her face.

Not knowing what to do, she stood still for several seconds , and when she came to, she opened the door a little, to see if there was anyone watching her or who could help her get her clothes back. Since she must not have seen anyone, she opened the door further, just enough to be able to get out, and, covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the hand of her other arm, she timidly left the room.

The first thing she did was to look to see if her towel had fallen on the floor, but when she didn't see it, she let out a slight squeal of astonishment and literally froze, realizing that someone had taken it from her. Even so, she opened the door wide , tried her luck on the other side and, moving slowly, she looked to see if her dress and underwear had fallen on the floor, but no, her clothes were not on the floor either, nor her dress, panties, bra and loafers. Her clothes had been stolen! She had been left completely naked!

And now what was she going to do? she must have asked herself, and, going back into the room, she closed the door behind her, remaining for a few seconds unsure of what to do.

I heard her say out loud:

• Please, please, someone help me!

He was silent for a couple of seconds and then repeated the same phrase in a louder voice.

She repeated her request for help with slight variations for several minutes at an increasingly louder volume, making brief stops of just under a minute, until, tired of getting no response, she decided to leave the room.

She covered her breasts again with one arm and her genitals with the other hand, and opening the door, she glanced around to see if anyone saw her, and then ran skipping towards the front door of the house, where she disappeared.

Seeing her disappear, I quickly got up from the floor and ran to my room, hoping to hide so she wouldn't see me in my current state, completely naked.

Before I reached my room, I heard Pedro, the head of the family, say from the floor below:

• What are you doing here, creature? What has happened to you?

I poked my head out of the stairwell and saw the man's back and my mother in front of him, hunched over, her face red as a tomato and covering her tits and pussy with her hands and arms.

I heard her mumble something incoherent, and then she ran away, dodging Pedro's body.

Swinging her tits, she began to climb the stairs as quickly as she could, approaching where I was, while the man laughed out loud and watched her, his erection turning, the swaying movement of her tight buttocks.

She was in such a hurry and so embarrassed that she did not see me and, going into her bedroom, she closed the door behind her.

I quietly went into my room, listening to her sobs and my heart sank.

She was crying because of the shame she had just suffered. Her clothes had been stolen and the host had seen her completely naked running around the house and had laughed at her.

I stayed in my room for almost half an hour, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and remembering my mother's voluptuous naked body, until the urge to pee forced me to go to the bathroom.

I then went down to the kitchen and began to eat what Mrs. Petra had given me. My mother soon came down too, and to my surprise, she had put on the same dress she had been wearing before. How had she recovered it? Had the perverted young man put it on the bed in her own bedroom?

Although her eyes were red from crying, she tried to act as if nothing had happened and sat down to eat breakfast with me.

The conversation turned to how she had slept, whether she had been hot, but nothing about her experience last night when we all saw her tits or about this morning, not much more than an hour ago, when her clothes were stolen and she ran completely naked through the house.

After breakfast, Mrs. Petra showed us around the village, with its few scattered houses, where we were greeted by the locals and with whom both Petra and my mother started talking.

I met a couple of guys my age and, from the way they looked at my mother, I had no doubt that they masturbated last night looking at her naked tits.

I left my mother and Mrs. Petra and went with them, joined by the same boy who suggested seeing my mother's tits last night.

We went to the river to go crabbing, although the conversation always revolved around my mother's big tits and what they would do with them. They still thought she wasn't my mother, but my sister, so they assumed they had a license to tell me all kinds of nasty things about her tits, her pussy, and everything they would do to her.

It was time for lunch and everyone went home.

When I arrived at the house where we were staying, I found Mrs. Petra in the kitchen, as well as her husband and son.

• Tell your mother to come down, we have dinner ready!

The woman ordered me and I, very obedient, went up the stairs to warn her, assuming she was in her bedroom.

Kiko accompanied me on the stairs and, going ahead of me, he opened the door to my mother's room, catching her in her underwear and with her tits out.

Wow, my mom had some big tits!

When my mother realized this, she cried out in embarrassment, covering her breasts with her hands.

• Let's eat!

That's what the young man said, laughing, and closing the door, he winked at me before going down the stairs.

A few minutes later my mother came down, now wearing a dress that covered her big tits, and, although she was serious and still a little red in the face, she didn't say anything and ate practically in silence, avoiding looking at both the head of the family and her perverse offspring.

After the meal, she helped the lady of the house wash the dishes, and I went up to my room to rest, although I couldn't get my mother's big, erect tits out of my head.

Not even fifteen minutes had passed when the bedroom door opened and she appeared, telling me to make room for her, and lying down with me.

In silence, we closed our eyes and I fell asleep. When I woke up, she was gone, so I went down to the kitchen where Petra gave me a quarter of a bar of chocolate and a piece of bread for a snack.

My mother was in a nearby living room watching television, but even though Petra told her to go for a walk with me, she refused and told me to go with my friends, so I went to look for them, spending the whole afternoon with them, playing with a ball.

It was already getting dark when I returned home for dinner. It was Petra again who told me to tell my mother to come down to dinner.

This time I didn't see Kiko, so I went up alone and, remembering how the young man had opened the door to my mother's bedroom, catching her in her underwear and with her tits out, I did the same thing again, suddenly opening the door and... I found them fucking!

My mother was lying face up on the bed, completely naked, and Kiko, also naked, had his feet between her legs and, moving back and forth, back and forth, he was fucking her.

He was fucking my mother!

The young man held her shapely legs at waist level while he rammed her again and again, causing a lascivious back and forth motion to my mother's voluptuous tits, who moaned and sighed, keeping her eyes closed and her mouth half open, with her rosy tongue running over her voluptuous wet lips.

I stood there motionless and silent, stunned by what I was seeing, how they were fucking my mother!

I don't know how long I stood there watching him fuck her, until the young man, turning his head towards me, smiled wickedly, and then I woke up with a start as if from a wet and forbidden dream, and, quickly closing the door, I ran down the stairs.

When I got downstairs I sat at the table, where the head of the family was already sitting and asked me, smiling:

• Are they finishing yet?

I didn't quite understand the question because I was so shocked, but I did understand Petra's question:

• Is it coming down already?

• Yes, yes, come down now!

I responded quickly, still keeping in my retina what I had seen above, my mother fucking with her tits out.

Since he was taking a while to come down, the three of us started eating dinner, although ten minutes later a very smiling Kiko came down and, sitting at the table, helped himself to the pot that was in the middle of the table and started eating as if he hadn't fucked my mother.

A knowing glance crossed his father's eyes and, looking at me, he winked again.

Five minutes passed before my mother came down too. She was serious, with disheveled hair and a red face. She sat down too, served herself and began to eat in silence.

After dinner, while my mother was helping with the dishes, Kiko gestured for me to join him.

We went up to the rooms and, entering the one where I slept, he pointed out a spot in the wall. It was a perfectly camouflaged hole, impossible to see unless you looked closely. He told me that, looking through it, he could see the room where my mother slept. It wasn't the only hole he pointed out to me, but there were about ten others, from which, according to him, he could see everything that was happening in the other room. He told me that it was a secret between the two of us and that I should use them quietly and with the light in my room off.

Finally he told me that there would be no show outside that night, that my mother had already closed the shutters, but that it would be inside and only for me if I looked through those holes.

He was planning to fuck her at night too! And he invited me to watch!

That night I watched my mother in her bedroom through those holes and, sure enough, before she put on her thin nightgown, I saw her tits when she took off her dress and her pussy when she did the same with her panties. Before going to bed she put a chair blocking the door so that no one could enter. She was afraid that someone would sneak into her bedroom and throw it at her.

With the light off, she went to bed and I went to my bedroom too, but not even half an hour had passed when I heard someone trying to enter my mother's room, but the chair prevented them from doing so.

I heard my mother get up and push the door open to keep me out.

A whispered voice urged from the other side of the door:

• Let me in!

It was Kiko's voice and my mother answered him in a low voice:

• No! No! Go away! Go away!

• Tomorrow you will be mine again!

It was the young man's response before leaving, going down the stairs.

At least that night we remained calm.

In the darkness of the night I remembered my mother's beautiful tits and how they swayed lasciviously when she was being fucked. However, a great anguish gripped my heart when I remembered my mother suffering and crying while being naked, humiliated and outraged. However, I preferred to think that she did not resist when she was being fucked, but rather to think that she enjoyed the fuck I was giving her. I preferred her to be a cock tease and a whore! I preferred pleasure to sadness! So, before falling asleep, I gave myself a tasty wank, recreating over and over again my mother's naked body and the great fuck she was given.

(TO BE CONTINUED)