I'm going to fuck one of these days - Sex Stories

I'm going to fuck one of these days

... ...? -Luis, Please never again mention that. I'm pretty embarrassed. Not okay, Mom. For real. Yes, it does happen. Luis realized that her mother was about to mourn. So he tried to settle the matter. I -Olvidado. Never happened what happened. -Thx. I'm going to ... prepare food. But it happened. That night, in bed, Luis remembered everything I saw. He remembered his mother's tits, big and something falls wobble to beat straw that was done. And above all, he remembered the black pussy juices bright for pleasure. The moans drowned. The face of pleasure in orgasm. And as he remembered his hand up and down along his cock until between contractions came, filling her chest with long drops of hot, thick semen. Then, resting his pleasure, he realized that he had enjoyed thinking of his mother. Although sometimes he had looked, I had never really thought of her as a woman. But now, having seen masturbating, not the head removed. Although both tried, things were not like before. Rosa could not look at the face of his son. The memory will not be erased. And Luis is not pulled from that head image. His mother opened her legs and squirts. All your masturbatory fantasies, from that day, it was with that image. But those were just fantasies. He did not like was the relationship with her mother had suffered. The felt cold to him, distant. He tried to talk to her, but always said the same thing, to forget everything. But she never forgot. Every time I tried to look into his eyes, the look of ...

... that day remembered. Things got worse, until one day, the two alone, watching TV in the lounge, Luis decided that everything had to end now. Mom, this can not continue. 'I've said a thousand times that there is nothing to talk about, Luis - Rosa said, without looking up. -Coño, Mom. Enough is enough. Yes, I saw you making you a straw. So what? All we do straws. -Luis, For the love of god. Stop it. No, I'm tired. I no longer look, I do not talk. It's that .... I cringe. Rosa went to get up, go to his room. -Do Not. Do not move, dammit. Stay still. Let's talk. The imperative tone of his son surprised. She stood and shouted at him. Luis realized how surprised his mother was. That saw you making you ... doing that does not alter my opinion of you - he lied. They're things that a c***d should not see her mother do - he said, looking down. But I saw, and there's nothing we can do. Well, yes, there is one thing. -Which One? - He asked, looking up. That view your the same. -¿QUEEEEEEE? -That See how I do a straw. We would be tied -you Mad. Without more, Luis unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, still not hard at all. Her mother stared, frozen, speechless. He could not believe what was happening. The hand of Luis began to walk up and down along the thick trunk, and in few seconds the cock was at its best, rather hard. He looked at his mother's eyes, but she had fixed on his cock. See? It's just a straw. A simple straw. Nothing happens. For a minute, Luis kept moving her hand, ...