Before my narrative I will introduce myself: I'm Rodrigo, I'm 19 years old, of good height, 1.80m, and excellent physique, the only child of a couple, she is 37 years old and he is 42 years old.
Dad works for an oil prospecting company in international areas, which means he is away from home for at least 25 days a month. Mom is a sworn translator and works from home (home office).
She is a brunette, approximately 1.70m tall, very pretty, with medium breasts, pert butt, thin waist, thick thighs and full lips.
She maintains the grace and beauty of her youth thanks to her gym exercises and special care. It's difficult for her not to attract men's eyes when she walks through the streets and places, with her naturally sensual gait.
I was away for a year in another country, taking a pre-university and technical training course and I returned 10 days ago, spending time with my mother on a daily basis, which meant that we had maximum intimacy without worrying about false modesty and We freely see ourselves in underwear, - me only in underwear and she in panties and a bra.
Of course, despite the respect I gave her, I couldn't help but admire her shape, the beauty of her walk, her breasts, her buttocks that bulged out of her panties and were the reason for my nightly masturbations.
I wondered: did Mom, given Dad's absence, have a lover, or did she masturbate? How were you doing to satisfy your sexual desire?
This is how it all started:
I was sitting in the living room with my mom watching a movie. It was 8:20 pm and the movie had started. I don't even remember which movie it was. Anyway, I was sitting there with a glass of wine next to me and I wanted to watch the movie. My mother sat next to me and looked thoughtful.
I poured her the same wine I was drinking when she spoke to me:
"Tell me... what do you think about incest?"
Yes, she actually asked me that. With my eyes wide, I turned my head to her. What kind of question was that?
I took some of the wine and swallowed hard.
"What, please?" I asked, hoping I had misheard.
"What do you think of incest?"
"Incest?" I asked, intrigued. "You mean sex between relatives?"
"Yes," she replied. "What do you think about?".
She looked serious and waited for an answer. I was totally confused. Afraid that she had realized how much he wanted her. What kind of response did she expect? I was embarrassed and asked, "What do you think of this?" She answered:
- "I don't know. Do you think it's sick? Wrong? Or Exciting?"
I looked totally confused and I didn't think my mother really wanted to have a conversation like that.
"It's more like... I don't even know", I replied and looked at her completely surprised as she looked relaxed at the television. Little did she know that I had been repressing my desire to possess her because it seemed sinful to me and fearing her reaction to any advance on my part.
"Well, I don't know what to do with it," she replied and grabbed some fries. She chewed and talked while eating, while looking at the television: "Let people do what they want. I don't understand why this should be censored now."
I let out a relaxed sigh. So she was just referring to the legal status of incest?
"I mean: If a brother and sister or a mother or her son really want to have sex with each other, who am I to judge?"
Somehow I found it very uncomfortable to have to talk to my mother about this topic. I looked at the television, but I didn't see what was on.
"Besides, I don't judge anything I haven't tried..."
I choked. What was she saying? I must have turned bright red and wanted nothing more than to jump into a hole that suddenly appeared in the ground with a headfirst dive!
"Would you like to try that?" She asked me and dropped the bomb.
"Want to try something?" I asked, shocked.
"Incest," she replied, filling the apartment with an awkward silence. I didn't have any brothers. The closest relative was her. Every reaction I gave now was a reaction to the question if I would sleep with my mother!
"What?" I asked: With "You?"
She looked at me quickly, looked at the television and replied relaxedly: "Why not? What can we deny what already exists?" I know that you desire me and masturbate thinking about me and that you take my panties that are about to be washed and taste them, smell them, lick them feeling my vaginal juices. I saw you doing this several times in your room and I know you want me.
I slipped a little further and looked embarrassed: "I mean, would you imagine having sex with me?"
My mother turned to me and replied dryly: "You always do that." I know and it makes me horny to know that I am desired like this by my own son.
"Mommy!" I said. "Did you know?!"
"Yes. I know I'm attractive enough for you and other men" oh come on you've always fantasized about having sex with me!" I see your excitement when I walk around the house in just my panties, or when I sit in the armchair with my legs exposed.
"Oh God, Mom!" I spoke. "I didn't think it could turn out to be real! This is the most uncomfortable conversation I've ever had with you! Even though I have these fantasies, it's completely different from doing it for real!"
better with you than with another man. Your father is always absent and I am an ardent woman.
I got up and wanted to go. My mother grabbed my hand. "So, I know you've had this fantasy!" So have I. Come on, let's make it come true.
"Yes? But it was just fantasy!"
"Sit down," she said and tugged on my hand. I reluctantly sat down and just couldn't look at her.
"I don't know either..." she sighed. "I've been reading a lot of things lately. For example, did you know that in Japan it's normal for mothers to have sex with their children so they can focus more on school and not have to think about sex?"
What did I hear? Why she did it?
"Or India, for example. In India, there is the most incestuous sex, because in the Hindu faith it is clearly stated that you can have sex with anything and everything."
"Mommy..." I tried to interrupt her.
"Or Russia..." she continued. "Generally Eastern Europe. It's almost normal there. I read about a mother who had the best sex of her life with her son."