A mother begins to be blackmailed by her own son without knowing it, and the requests of the stranger become more and more sexual ... What will happen if these requests end up bringing her too close to her son?
Saul was a teenager, he had no father because he had died years ago and his mother, Barbara, was loving and attentive to him. Their relationship was perfectly normal: She worked, he studied. Barbara worked in a real estate agency and made a good living to live alone, which is why she did not like the idea of financially depending on any man. Barbara worked most of the time, but the time she had free was devoted almost entirely to her son. Sometimes he would disappear without giving much explanation, but it was not long before he returned to Saul.
Saul's secret was simple: He had been attracted to his mother since he started masturbating. He didn't love her, he wasn't in love with her. He was only turned on to fantasize about things in his head, he also liked to look at her because Barbara was a slim woman, with a big and beautiful ass with round buttocks, tempting tits and long blonde hair. Some would have described her as plump or bordering on chubby, but it was only because even though she was thin, she was a big woman. Barbara never did anything inappropriate in front of her son: Her dress, her attitude and her education were faultless, but that did not protect her from the leering looks her son gave her, which she did not notice.
Barbara's secret was more complicated: She worked hard, she spent time with her son. How much time did she have to herself? She didn't want a husband, she didn't want a partner… But that didn't mean she didn't need to be with men. Behind Saul's back, his mother took daring photos of herself and uploaded them to Tinder, where she hoped that some man would call and conquer her… For a few hours. Barbara did not want commitments, did not want to depend on any man. She just wanted to enjoy a few hours of passion, even if deep down she would have liked to commit herself permanently and steadily to some man.
Barbara did not know that her son masturbated in a thousand different ways thinking of her whenever he had the opportunity. And Saul didn't even suspect that his mother was looking for a boy. But that balance of ignorance changed when Saúl began to frequent dating sites with a false profile of a man, not knowing that he was dangerously close to his mother's profile ... Until he finally found it: His reaction was disbelief, but the more he looked and he analyzed the photos, the more convinced he was that it was his mother. All the photos were with clothes, but she was made up and posed for the camera flirtatiously, and Barbara had never done that in front of him.
'' My name is Barbara and I have only one child. I am not looking for a partner or any commitment, I am quite demanding. I just want to have a good time. Do you dare? '' This is how the woman described herself on her personal page. As he read this, an elaborate plan began to form in Saul's head. A sick and unfair plan for Barbara, but it was nothing new. What son jerks off thinking about his own mother? And if he does… what will he be capable of if the opportunity presents itself?
With the help of a fake profile, he anonymously wrote a message that if he read it, he couldn't afford to ignore it: Does Saul know that you are a prostitute?
Barbara's response was implacable and forceful: '' Who are you? How do you know that? I'm going to call the police. '' To which the anonymous blackmailer replied: '' Why are you going to call the police? I have not asked for money nor do I want to harm you in any way, but I do want to play something with you. If you do what I say, Saul does not have to know anything ''
Although Barbara believed that the blackmailer would ask her for compromising photos or some sexual favor, and that is why she was totally wrong. Strange as it may seem, the stranger assured that if he contacted the police he would disappear without a trace, but that he could see everything he was doing inside his house. That is why he would ask her to do certain things or dress in certain ways, and whenever she refused to do what he asked, she would contact Saul. If she refused three times, by the third time Saul would undoubtedly know she was a whore with a thousand men.
The woman was not stupid, cowardly, or incapable. If he did not call the police it was not out of fear, even if he thought it was terrifying that a person could see what he was doing inside the house. As much as he searched for cameras in cabinets and shelves, he did not find anything, but if someone could see what he was doing inside his own house with the curtains and blinds down, it was because he had access to the house but no matter how much he searched, he did not find a single way that someone was spying on them, and the man was right: He couldn't report him because he had done absolutely nothing to him, and if he could see what he was wearing or what he was doing ... How would he get revenge if he went to the police?
Barbara's response was: "I'll do what you ask, but don't say anything to Saul." He replied: '' Don't stop playing and that won't happen. Every day I will ask you something different, I will know if you do it or not. Do not ask, do not deny. If you comply, you can ask me a question as long as it has nothing to do with my identity. If you don't, I'll get in touch with your son ... And I'll give him clues about you, more and more obvious. ''
Barbara reached that agreement, and waiting for indecent requests, she never expected him to ask her for the things she was going to ask for.
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<< Day 1 >>
Request: Barbara, today you will forget to wear a bra. You will go to work without a bra and when you come home, you will not wear it either, yes ... Even in front of your son. You will not wear a bra all day.
Barbara grunted unhappily. Having a large bust, she attracted glances even with a bra but, being a harmless request, she did. That day she '' forgot '' to wear her bra. Everyone was looking at her on the street, at work her colleagues (all women) made jokes about it and at night, at home, she sat down to watch a movie on the sofa. Luckily for her, Saul didn't seem to react, maybe he didn't even notice ...
By doing her part, Barbara was able to ask him a question. To which the mysterious blackmailer replied: If I told you how I can see what you do or how I have access to the inside of your head, I would lose all grace. Dont you think I'll just say that if you knew, your head would explode.
<< Day 2 >>
Request: At some point during the day, you will shower and while you do you will call your son. He has to see you naked.
Of course, Barbara was angry. He was not amused that this sick man involved Saul, but he did not refuse. After all, it wouldn't be the first time her son saw her scantily clad and there was nothing wrong with her own son seeing her bare. "No one can sexualize the relationship between my son and me." So in the afternoon, when he got home from work, he showered and asked his son to bring him a towel. To her surprise Saul was neither embarrassed nor shy about her nakedness, rather he seemed defiant.
At night, when asking the blackmailer his question, he replied: `` Why have I asked your son to see you naked? I find it morbid that you show that part of yourself to your son. Even if Saul is never going to see you that way. So ... Now you know. If I ask you to display yourself in front of him, it is solely for my enjoyment. ''
She replied that he was sick and disgusted, but did not get a response until the next day.
<< Day 3 >>
Request: Today you will not wear underwear, and when you go home you will wear a miniskirt. I'm going to ask you to turn your back on your son and put your ass in the air three times. You don't have to realize or find out, but you have to.
That day, Barbara went to work and when she returned, she remained locked in the bathroom thinking about whether she should do it or if she had to refuse. Doing that was too much. Giving in to that request was immoral and would automatically make her a bad mother. She put on and took off her underwear several times, indecisive. Finally she got out of the bathroom and walked around the house with her bare buttocks under a salve… Her heart was beating fast and strong, feeling a strange heat in her chest. She was too excited to be an exhibitionist, but she had never considered doing it in front of her son… How dirty it felt! Saul was watching the television bored from the couch, when his mother turned her back on him and leaned forward, grabbing something from a drawer. Barbara didn't know if she was seeing her or not,
He thought it would be better to do it three times as often as he could, so he dropped what he had grabbed from the drawer and got down on all fours to grab it. For some reason she couldn't do it a third time, two had already been enough to make her heart feel tender and drained in her chest. Barbara sat next to her son, sitting sideways with her bare labia pointing toward him, lubricated and strangely wet. She felt no interest from Saul, as if he wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to her. She wasn't stupid, and she knew something was wrong. Either Saul was too distracted or he was hiding too well… Too much.
At night, when asked his question, the blackmailer replied by saying: I admit that I have masturbated thinking that you are fucking your son. For me it is extremely morbid. But don't keep that in mind ... I'm just a sick mind enjoying an impossible fantasy.
That night, Barbara did not sleep well at all. For some strange reason, in the safety of his mind where that blackmailer had no access, he accepted the fact that it turned him on to warm up his blackmailer. And that made her, without any doubt, a bad mother ... Because it was at the expense of her son.
<< Day 4 >>
Request: You will give your child permission to bring friends home. You will not wear a bra or panties. You will be very affectionate with Saul's friends that he brings, no matter how many they are.
It was Saturday. That day, Barbara was not working and spoke with her son to invite classmates, arguing that he never brought anyone. Saul seemed very happy and in the afternoon, two classmates arrived, the three of them shutting themselves in their room. Barbara's face was red when in light clothing she managed to carry a tray of appetizers to her guests. He scratched the hair of one of them with his hand and stroked the back of the other. He smiled at both of them. As she grabbed things from her son's desk, she felt her nipples threaten to show themselves out of the bodice. Her son's two friends were delighted, and one even dared to touch Barbara's ass. with innocence and much dissimulation. She said nothing and ignored it.
Nothing more relevant happened while they were in the house.
At night, Barbara asked her question and the blackmailer replied: '' I don't want to scare you, it's not like I'm going to ask you to do something crazy with Saul. But I would like to see how far your son is willing to go if you let him… He is a man, and you are a woman. I'm sure if you push him he wouldn't see you as a mother, just a hole to drill. Sorry, I got aroused thinking about it. Forget what I said hehe ''
She slept better that night, but before falling asleep she couldn't stop thinking about how Saul and his two friends had looked at her. He had never seen his own son with those eyes, and it was not excitement, but curiosity. It could be that she was too hot and needed a good cock, that had to be influencing her thinking. What was certain was that he felt a warmth and a kind of blush all over his body, and especially between his legs.
<< Day 5 >>
Request: Your back is shattered. You will be very embarrassed and your child too, but ask him for an oil massage. You can do it in your underwear, but joke about doing it naked to make Saul more comfortable.
It was Sunday, and like the day before, he didn't work either. Barbara felt anxious, not quite sure how to ask her son. For an hour, she pretended her back ached in front of her son, and soon after, she peeked through the door of Saul's room with a bottle of oil, smiling at him and asking if she could give him a massage. Saul, blushing and clearly embarrassed, said yes.
Within half an hour, the living room was dimly lit, thanks to low-intensity lamps that created a relaxing atmosphere. Barbara did not even consider getting naked, but to her surprise it was her own son who suggested it, justifying that she would be more comfortable. He left her alone to get ready and stretch out on the couch, and although he had given the choice himself, he kept her bra and panties as she stretched out face down on the couch.
Saul entered and shot several jets of oil on her bare skin, Barbara's skin was sensitive and bristled at the contact of her son's hands, who caressed her back and squeezed her in areas that, muscularly, she liked a lot. Barbara closed her eyes and relaxed, reassuring herself that there was nothing wrong with her son giving her a massage. He felt his son's hands come dangerously close to his ass, but he did not get to touch anything compromising until, finally, he conquered the top of the two mountains that formed his ass and groped them, pushing them away without any qualms.
- Saul! She caught her eye, startled. His son laughed and said it was part of the massage.
Barbara was uneasy, with that uneasiness nesting in her chest as she struggled not to think that her own son's fingers were close… very close. The blackmailer's written words filled his head, remembering how he said that his son was a man and that if given the opportunity he might be surprised at what he would do to him.
The female rolled over without warning and lay on her back. He would have preferred not to see that bulge in his son's pants.
- Now upstairs? Saul asked, with a mischievous smile.
"Yes ..." Barbara simply answered, not knowing what to say. He pretended not to notice anything and closed his eyes, wondering how far the situation would go if he left him.
Saul wiggled the oil can around like his cock and shot over his skin. Everything seemed obscene to Barbara, even when her son's sticky hands massaged her ribs, belly, and legs. Dangerously close to her breasts and her rabbit, but without excessively touching anything. Barbara could not help but block herself with the idea that her son had an erection, and she wanted to think that it was something normal due to his age but she did not know of any case that could justify that. The only thing he could do was pretend innocence.
Saul's fingers ran over his mother's thighs, her armpits, her neck… Barbara thought she felt her own son's desire to grab her breasts. Then the massage ended and Saul removed the iron, as if nothing was wrong, asking her if she had liked it.
- Yes I liked it.
That night, it was the blackmailer who refused to be questioned and asked her. Saul's mother replied: '' No, I didn't like it… It's sick. It was just a massage with my son. ''
He got no response.
<< Day 6 >>
Request: I don't like Mondays, so my request today is totally selfish. Send me a selfie photo so that I can jerk off thinking of you… There are no conditions, do it however you want. Just ... please me.
Stockholm syndrome can occur in many cases, and can be summarized in that the victim of a crime or coercion begins to feel some kind of emotional bond with his aggressor. Barbara was intelligent, but she did not stop to think that her desire to please, this time at least, her blackmailer, could be a syndrome and not something justified, but for Barbara it had a meaning: Whoever she was, she had not demanded money , had not harmed him in any malicious way. While he might be sexually ill, he seemed nice, which is why he asked.
- What do you want the photo for?
"I'm going to brighten my eyes with her," the blackmailer replied in writing.
- What if I send you a picture of a vase? That counts as a selfie…
- I haven't set any conditions, so just… do what you want.
- Sure?
- Yes, sure.
- But you could blackmail me with her later.
- Totally. It is at your risk.
- I don't want to give you more power over me than you already have.
- Do I have power control over you? Do you feel dominated?
- You have made me walk around the house without underwear and my son give me a massage ...
- I have made your son see you without underwear, yes.
- It would not be good for me to pass you a photo like that.
- Anyway, you have to give me a photo ... You will decide how.
A photo arrived at the device from which the blackmailer was connected… Barbara naked, her legs spread wide… Her face, breasts and vaginal lips were perfectly appreciated… The blackmailer smiled wickedly.
That night there was no question.
<< Day 7 >>
Request: Shower with your child.
There is nothing wrong with a mother showering with her child, even if it is inappropriate. When Barbara came home from work in the afternoon, she asked her son if he wanted to shower earlier and he said yes. She appeared to be in a hurry, and with him already naked under the running water of the shower, she entered completely naked and sneaked in next to her son. Saul protested, but his mother insisted that he was in a hurry.
That night, Barbara asked her blackmailer and he replied the following: '' This will end when I get tired and leave you alone ... Or when you get tired and decide to disobey ... But if that happens, it could require compensation. Or maybe I will tell your son. '' Barbara advised him that she would not do anything with her son, and that she would limit herself to agreeing to their requests as long as there was no contact or they were indecent. The blackmailer said he agreed, but that did not leave her very convinced.
<< Day 8 >>
Request:I know you have stretch pants even though you never wear them. Today is Sports Wednesday, you are going to wear those pants without panties underneath and a top, with or without a bra, whichever you prefer. You are going to do yoga in the living room, whether your child is there or not. If he catches you doing it, you will propose or insist on accompanying you. I want you to show him your marked pussy through the pants, you should also ask him for help to help you stretch.
Barbara was shocked by the precision of those instructions, and came to wonder if it was too much. He looked for his stretch pants, but couldn't find it. It took her a long time to locate it and she wondered how she could know that, since even Saul had never seen her in those leggings. She had only used them once, on the dating site, to enhance her own butt and seduce sports lovers. Be that as it may, out of decency, she didn't like the way her sports top looked without a bra, so she put it on. On the other hand, her face lit up and reddened when she saw her own transparent vagina through her pants ... And she was supposed to do yoga with her own son like this ...
She started doing yoga in the dining room, using YouTube on television and following the girl's examples. Faced with the music scandal, Saul met him from his room and asked him what he was doing. Barbara improvised an answer saying that she was getting very fat and needed to do some exercise, even if the yoga was to relax and not to lose weight. Saul studied her up and down and was predisposed to do yoga with her.
The first position: Both of them spread their legs, facing each other until their feet touched and prevented each other from closing their legs. Barbara didn't have to think much and told him that she wanted to see how flexible he was, she grabbed him by both arms and pulled him. Her son's head lowered as he complained of pain, but she forced until her eyes and nose could almost smell what was between her legs. Barbara looked up, embarrassed, not daring to see if her son looked or kept his eyes closed with the effort.
"Now it's your turn," Saul said vindictively, with a malicious smile. He grabbed her by his arms and pulled her, but thanks to her flexibility, there was no pain, so her face lowered and lowered until she was just inches from Saul's crotch. He, without realizing it, pulled more than necessary and his own mother's nose and mouth collided with his crotch, with that soft and hard surface at the same time. Great, mom! You are very flexible -Saul congratulated her innocently ... He seemed not to realize what had just happened, so she didn't say anything either.
The second position: Barbara got on all fours on the ground, then leaned on her knees and elbows and asked her son to "ride her" with the idea of crushing her back. As if she were a mare, her son sat between her back and her ass and began to vote. He was silly, of course, he found it funny, and as a rider prodded his mount, Saul spanked his mother's ass a couple of times in a totally innocent way while they laughed.
The third position: It was totally immoral and unnecessary, but he did it. Barbara stretched out on her back and asked him to help her spread her legs as wide as possible. Saul, instead of resting his knees in front of her legs, almost sat on her face. Barbara's face was hidden under her ass while Saul supported part of his weight on her mother's ankles ... It seemed like position 69, thought Barbara, who at that moment had been speechless. Red as a tomato, she let her legs spread until her toenails touched the ground without spreading her back. Saul bounced lightly onto her legs, as if he wanted to make her spread even more.
Barbara lay on the floor while her son complimented her, with some malice, on her flexibility. Going back to his room.
That night, the blackmailer applauded the Yoga session he had had and confessed to having enjoyed it very much. She asked him, again, how he could see all this. The stranger insisted that if he told him, it would not be funny, so he did not intend to tell him.
<< Day 9 >>
Request: Today is movie Thursday, and the first thing I'm going to ask you is that, at night, you suggest that your son watch a movie. If he says no, nothing happens. You get off, but if she says yes I want you to do the following things: I want you to not wear a bra. I want you to wear a string thong, the thinnest you have. I want your boobs to look good. While watching the movie, you will be as close to him as possible, hugging him if possible. You will eat a banana in an erotic way, I want you to see you eat it. I want you to sexualize food, as stupid and silly as it may seem to you. I want you to tell him that you fancy hot milk, even condensed milk, but tell him that you can't because that makes you fat and you can't afford it. I also want you to lay your head on his legs. And that's it.
The day at work that Thursday was especially long, due to the impatience to arrive at night and see how everything happened. She couldn't believe she was really willing to do this. What was going on with it? She wasn't sure if it was the blackmailer's attitude or interest, or Saul's complicity with everything that had happened so far.
She dressed for the occasion as the blackmailer had ordered: She put on the dirtiest and thinnest thong she could find ... She barely hid her vaginal lips. She put on a shirt that, if she stayed still, hid her breasts, but if she moved a lot, it threatened to show her nipples. She put on a black skirt so short it almost looked like underwear… And the movie began.
Barbara felt very uncomfortable, so nervous that she did not choose the order well and first rested her head on her son's legs. He stroked her hair, and with her head there, Barbara sniffed a very peculiar smell that she didn't know what it reminded her of. It was a smell that made her nose feel pleasant and urged her to smell more. With just 15 minutes into the movie, Barbara lay down next to her son and said she wanted to eat something. She asked her son if he could bring her a banana and he consented. With her eyes fixed on the screen, Barbara put the tip of the banana between her lips, without biting it. She tried to forget the fact that her son might be watching, and while she was complying with the blackmailer's request, she was terribly ashamed. That's why he ate it as quickly as possible before getting another new treat.
- As I want milk ... Or condensed milk. I haven't tasted them in so long… I'd like to taste it. That cloying, sticky taste.
- Do you want me to bring you, I think it's in the closet?
- Yes ... Bring me some condensed milk.
- How capricious you are ...
- Come on, darling ... Pamper your mommy.
- I'm going to spoil you, for my mother whatever ... Now I'm going to squeeze it.
Saul got lost in the kitchen while the movie kept playing.
- I'm going to put it in your favorite mug.
"As you wish, honey ..." he answered, and there was silence.
Barbara was tempted to get up and go to the kitchen, but she didn't. She spread her legs slightly and discovered a sticky flow overflowing the fabric of the thong. The first thing he thought, seeing himself like this, was that the blackmailer, with his cameras, must be having a perfect view of what he had just discovered about his humidity.
- Saul? What are you doing, honey?
- I'm done ...
- What? she asked curiously.
"The condensed milk is very sticky and does not come out." His son's voice sounded agitated.
- Hit it hard, honey. Shake the boat well.
"I already do, I'm moving it really hard ..." he answered urgently. That's it ... that's it ... -he added as if he wanted to sneeze.
- Do you want me to come help you?
"No, that's it…" he said relieved, opening the kitchen door with a red face and offering her his favorite mug.
"You spilled the milk outside," said Barbara, observing two lines of different color on the rim of the cup. One a very pure white, another a whitish gray and transparent.
Barbara, who was not stupid, had a fleeting thought. An absurd thought about the cup… But that was impossible.
- What's up, mom?
- No ... I don't think I will take it. I already told you… It makes you very fat.
- With what it cost me to get it out of the container ... Swallow it!
- Not! she laughed, pushing the cup away.
Saul, laughing, grabbed the cup and tipped it so that its contents overflowed and fell onto his own mother's face. As she tried to avoid him, he hugged her sitting next to her and grabbed her cheeks, preventing her from moving away and told her to stick out her tongue.
- Not!
- Stick out your tongue. Taste it and swallow it.
The thick condensed milk dripped on her tongue, and when she came into contact with the sugary solution, Barbara gave up… She thought she saw transparent bubbles between the thick sticky and semi-liquid solution. No, it was his imagination… His son couldn't do that. It was the blackmailer who was driving her crazy. Barbara grabbed the cup and drank from it, filling the surroundings of her lips with condensed milk and licking them with her tongue.
- I like it that way ...
- Just because you gave it to me in my favorite mug ...
- Is there anything you fancy more?
"Hotdog ... Today I feel like hotdog," she answered blushing, not knowing why she said that. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a certain bulge in his son's pants, but he thought it was only part of his imagination.
I guess it would be the last food joke I ever made that day.
That night, he asked his blackmailer, and he replied: `` Every day that goes by I feel more like fucking you alive. I would like to give you that hotdog that you love so much ... As your son, I'm sure that Saul also wants to fill your bread with his meat ''
Barbara told him again that he was sick, but did not say anything else.
<< Day 10 >>
Request: It's finally Friday! Your child will ask you for something. Don't worry, I haven't told you anything about our deal, I've given you an idea and I have a feeling that he's going to propose it to you ... Say yes to everything. Ah, ... I want you to wear the same thong as yesterday, don't wear a bra either ... Yesterday you were spectacular.
It was Friday, so I would be leaving long before work. He arrived home dead of curiosity, but his son hardly spoke to him since he was locked in his room. Barbara received a message from the blackmailer, reminding her to put on her clothes ... and she did. She hadn't had time to wash that thong ... but she put it on anyway. Saul asked him for help to record a tiktok… He said it was for something viral. More than a video, it was a kind of game and he said that she was perfect because it would attract a lot of people. Barbara knew exactly what tiktok was, and since she knew there couldn't be any porn, she relaxed.
The sofa could be tilted to extend, and Saul used this to stretch his own mother on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the footrest and her eyes completely covered. Barbara couldn't see anything, and although she was covered, she had the feeling that if she opened her legs her son would be able to see what was under her skirt, and that shouldn't happen, because that thong hid nothing.
- Whats the game about? she asked, feeling unprotected and defenseless.
- I'm going to put things in your mouth and you must guess what it is.
- I don't like that game… What kind of videos do you upload to TikTok?
- This will be the first to go up like this ... You gave me the idea yesterday with the banana.
- Do you want to become famous at my expense?
- Yes mom. Some utility you will have to have.
- Forgives? Barbara opened her mouth in surprise, but said nothing more.
- First you have to smell it, and if you don't guess, you have to suck it… And if you like it, you can swallow it.
- Let's see if I guess: A banana, a hotdog and a cucumber.
- Shut up mom, that's not funny. Now don't talk, the video will start.
- Why can't I speak? Then we can delete it.
"It's a direct…" his son corrected him.
- SAUL!
He could almost imagine the blackmailer's laughter from his hiding place, but he didn't insist. Saul put something in front of his mother's nose and asked her to tell him what it was.
"I don't know…" She was interrupted by the white banana entering between her lips. Saul literally fucked the lips of his mouth with the banana.
His mother went from having her legs closed to opening them slightly.
- This was small ... Let's see how you do with this banana, it's bigger.
- What…? she asked, off guard. When she felt a much larger diameter banana grope her lips before starting to fuck them.
He wanted to tell her that he was overdoing it and that he couldn't treat her that way, but a Frankfurt almost as thick as a banana buried itself between his lips. It was cooked and gave off heat, Barbara loved having something hot between her lips, also ... She loved frankfurts ... Almost without realizing it, while that Frankfurt stuck against her tongue and throat, she spread her legs much more. Perhaps because of the lack of air or the excitement itself.
- What do I put in his mouth now? They say stick your tongue out ...
- Saul ...
- It's just a game, mom. Stick out your tongue ...
- Are you really recording?
- It's a live show, they can see everything you do or what you say ...
- Will you earn money with this?
- If a lot of people see it, yes, if they don't cancel my account first, of course. Now open your mouth ...
Barbara felt her son's knees settle around her head, something hot like Frankfurt brushed her mouth, but it was harder.
- They say they want more ... Stick out your tongue ... Like this.
"Saul, stop this now ..." she said despite spreading her legs wider. She did not like what was happening with her son, or at least it did not excite him, what made her feel horny was to think that thousands of people were watching her spread her legs. She thought that her son was focusing directly on her vagina, on her mouth full of slobber ...
- What is this? You have to smell it, ”Saul asked, and she smelled a smell of cock. It couldn't be, her own son was sick ... But Barbara thought she wouldn't be able to do it, not in a live show.
- I don't know ... A sausage? Some meat?
- Be more specific
- I don't know ...
- Shall I put it in your mouth?
- No ... It's okay with this game.
- Sure? I think you would like to taste it. The direct ones say they want me to put it inside. That we can't finish without guessing what it is ...
- I don't want to continue with this game.
Barbara felt something hard, like a zucchini, penetrate her cleavage, tight by her shirt despite her lack of a bra. She felt very wet, with the discharge peeling off her thighs.
"I'm going to put it inside ..." and he did. A huge cucumber was embraced by his mother's lips, he said before turning away from her and stopping recording. 10,000 views, mom. You are a gold mine.
Annoyed, Barbara tried to get up as worthily as possible and reproached him for having done that.
- I'm your mother ... You owe me respect! How can you do that to me?
- Mom, you're single ...
- And that gives you the right to show me off as if I were ... What? A whore?
- It was just a game ...
- To your room. Punished ... And give me the cell phone. Not the things you see.
That night, the blackmailer applauded the show ... And he promised that what he would ask of him tomorrow he would like even more.
<< Day 11 >>
Request:It's already the weekend! Invite your son to bring as many classmates as he wants this Saturday. You will have to seduce two of them, and if you get the opportunity, you will give oral sex to at least one of them. So that you feel motivated: If I am not convinced that you are trying, I will tell your son what a whore you are.
She was not going to give her son's classmates oral sex. That was going overboard ... Therefore, that was the first day that he disobeyed the request and did not comply with the demand. In the afternoon, he discovered his son looking at a porn photo on his mobile but, when he snatched it from him and asked what he was looking at, he saw that it was the same selfie that he had sent to the blackmailer days ago. Of course, cropped so that his face could not be seen ... '' You have three chances to disobey me, but the third time your son will know what a whore you are. ''
He couldn't afford to go against him again. Therefore, in the afternoon, he received a new request.
Request: (Second chance) Tell Saul to invite two friends to sleep… You have to seduce and encourage his friends to fuck your mouth. Don't refuse to do it ... Or it will be worse.
Barbara wondered what would happen if she dared to contradict him. Would he be able to tell his son what he was threatening him with? Be that as it may, this time, she gave in to his request… even if she didn't know if she would go so far as to spoil her son's friends.
Her son thanked her for being such a cool mom and invited two different classmates than last time. They were late, almost when it had started to get dark. The four of them had dinner at the table, and Barbara could feel the stares of her son's two friends without any kind of respect. They were much more daring and cheeky than the last two they had invited.
They played the console in their room until late, locked in the room without leaving. Then one of them, a brunette with a cut on his eyebrow, approached her and asked her where the bathroom was, but that question was just an excuse… because the bathroom didn't interest her at all.
- It's to squeeze my milk in your dirty well.
- Why are you so rude? You are a fool?
- I loved the live video ... Are you wearing the same thong as yesterday?
- Ah, you saw it ...
- Of course I saw it ... Although I wouldn't waste that mouth just on food.
"I am very gluttonous," she said cheekily.
- And do you fancy a good cock?
- Don't be so snooty, kid.
- Do you do that with your son and then play bored with me?
- That was a video, it's not my fault that you don't know how to differentiate between reality and fiction.
- That was the real you ... And whatever you say you're going to end up sucking me.
- Keep dreaming, you bastard. Say something similar to me again and I will expel you from this house.
- Keep playing hard ... I know you're going to fall.
The insolent boy did not leave Saul's room again, and the other did not even poke his head out. Barbara's mobile vibrated with a warning ... '' If before they leave this house you haven't sucked at least one of the two of them, I'm going to pass something more than a photo to your son. '' Barbara answered him that he would like to do it, but that boy was too shameless and disrespectful ... The only answer he got was: '' That's why I demand it, it's my way of punishing you for wasting my time. Tonight, when your son sleeps, wake them up and have them fuck your mouth ... I know you will enjoy it. ''
Time began to pass very slowly from that message, the hours did not pass. At some point he stopped listening to television in his son's room and there was silence, and just as he was about to open the door to see if the three teenagers were asleep, another message arrived: '' It's time, you son is asleep. They are whispering about how to sneak into your room and seduce you. It will not be necessary, because you are going to look for them. Seduce the two disrespectful little boys in your son's own room. If you don't want him to wake up ... Don't make noise. Oh, and be nice to them. No matter how badly they treat you, no bad faces or bad words. ''
When Barbara entered Saul's room, she was wearing pajamas. She was not wearing underwear, and not pretending to be sexy or erotic, her son's two friends, who lay on the bed while their son slept on the floor, smiled dressed in their own pajamas. There was a dim light off, there was almost no light to see anything, but it was enough to be able to see the contours and the face of each one.
- I already told you you'd change your mind. You see it? We don't have to go to the bathroom… The bathroom comes to us.
- I couldn't let you piss on the bed. she forced herself to say, sidling up to the bed. Do you want me to accompany you from the hand to the bathroom?
"No, I'd rather you sit here with us," said the teenager, pulling on his wrist.
- Go boobs ... They are huge.
"I'm more interested in what's between her legs ...
" "And look at what a mouth ..." said the other. What are you going to use this mouth for?
"Don't speak so loud," Barbara whispered irritably, "she's going to listen to you."
- Suck our dick and we will not make noise ...
The two guests of their children lowered their pajama pants displaying two hard cocks that ended up meeting with their mouths. In different positions, they grabbed her by the hair and forced her to suck, or to lie on her back and receive the cocks while they sat on her mouth. Curious fingers groped her thong, wanting to touch what was under the black thread.
They kicked her out of the room, they no longer needed her at all. They laughed at having left her wanting and wished her good night.
That night he did not ask the blackmailer anything, nor did the blackmailer tell him anything.
<< Day 12 >>
Request: It's Sunday! We need something epic, unforgettable… I don't know if Saul knows what happened between you and his friends, but I'm sure he at least suspects it. Find out what he knows, be receptive and seduce him. Yes, I am asking you to seduce your own son, not to do anything with him. What will he do? Will the game follow you? Will it catch your eye? Aren't you curious to know what will happen? Pull his tongue out and get information out of him… I'm sure it won't cost you much.
In the morning they were on the couch, both sitting one at each end. Mother and son were watching their mobiles with interest, then Barbara looked towards her son and attacked.
- Honey ... I wanted to ask you something.
- Yes?
"I've been finding shirts and socks in your room…" Saul got defensive, blushing.
"What's with that?"
- Well, you're getting very messy. And how can so many clothes pile up? What do you use it for? he asked with a knowing smile.
- Well ... I don't really like to wear the same clothes.
"Yeah… I'm sure that's why," she replied flirtatiously, still smiling. Since when has paper run out in this house?
- What?
- Well, that ... that instead of clothes you could use paper, or other things ...
- Mom, I don't know what you're talking about.
- Oh, no Saul. You know very well what I'm talking about ... Don't wear your clothes, it's not hygienic.
"I don't like the role," he admitted with a sigh.
- Well, we'll have to find another place.
"Something crazy comes to me," he started, excited to bring it up. Your favorite mug.
- Saul, I drink from there ... Don't be a pig.
- Well, I can't think of other places.
- To me yes, but I will not say it because it is something that a mother should not say. By the way ... You're really horny lately, aren't you?
- Why do you say that?
- I do not know ... For two days ago, that of the direct of TikTok.
- Mom, that was just a game.
"Oh, I know… I know you would never do that to me." But that doesn't mean you're hot. You may have to find yourself a girlfriend.
- Or a whore ...
Barbara's face changed, she didn't like her own son using that word.
"Don't use that word again, I haven't educated you for that."
- But you said that I have to find another place where ... you know. Since you don't let me use your clothes or your cup.
- Saying a girl is fine.
- Well, a whore too ... You pay her and you don't dirty your shirts.
- Before I prefer that you use my cup to the services of a whore.
"It makes me very horny to think about that ..." he said as he looked at his mobile and wrote on it. I want to do it again.
Barbara wanted to tell him that they shouldn't talk about it because he was her son, but it was she who had given rise to that.
- And why don't you find a girlfriend? You are handsome, sure you can ...
- I prefer a whore. It makes me horny to think of paying.
- Does it make you morbid to think of paying a woman to fuck?
- Yes ... I find it morbid. But of course, I can't say that to a girl, she would be offended… So I'll have to keep your cup. Don't look at me like that, you said you'd rather me use your cup on a whore.
Barbara, with an overactive heart inside her chest, received a message on her mobile. He made an effort to keep his son from seeing the content of whatever the blackmailer had to say to him. Saul craned his neck, curiously wanting to see who was writing to his mother, and she pushed him away with her foot as she read what her number 1 stalker said: `` Offer her your services as a whore so she doesn't have to settle for a cold and sad Bowl. In case you have not understood me, I ask you to insinuate yourself to use your mouth ''
Of course, Barbara said she wasn't going to do that, even if she didn't dislike the idea to herself, wondering about her own sanity. Or was he so horny that he was willing to do something crazy? The blackmailer replied: '' I'm going to give you a reason to do it. If your son rejects you, I will not ask you for anything again. But if your son accepts your services as a whore, well ... Enjoy it. ''
Barbara assured that her son would not accept ... Despite the jokes, the direct from TikTok ... But she was deceiving herself and accepted his conditions.
- Saul…
- Umm?
- Are you so eager to go whores?
- Yes ... Just to try.
"That is, if you try it once, you will lose your desire," she asked, not believing what she was about to say, she turned red.
- Yes, sure.
- I do not want you to go whores, you could catch it or something worse could happen.
Her son looked at her in disbelief, because he seemed to understand where the conversation was headed.
- Where do you want to go with that?
"It's ... It's $ 20," she gasped and trembling, but she didn't know if it was from embarrassment or ...
"Really?" he asked, rejoicing and smiling, he stood up.
- Just this once ... And on the outside. Voucher?
- Thanks Mom! You're the best.
- I can't believe I'm going to do this… - It's a little weird… I don't see you that way, mom. But you're alone and so am I ... We can make that exception. - It will only be this time ...
"I promise," he said, trying to smile even though he didn't stop smiling.
"Go get the money, I'll wait for you in my room," said Barbara, trembling, not sure of anything.
Saul ran to his room and rummaged in his wallet, then ran to his mother's room. Barbara had turned off all the lights, only the one in the hallway entered. She insisted on doing it in the dark, maybe to keep up appearances, but her heart was pounding a mile an hour and her vagina was lubricated. She was totally naked, except for the thong that embedded its thread between her wet vaginal lips.
- Close the door ...
- No, I want to see you ... I like your body, I don't want to think of you as my mother.
- You don't have to think about it ... They are ... They are $ 20.
"Here…" Saul said, rolling up the money and trapping it in the string of the thong.
- No penetration. Voucher?
- Yes ... Can I end up in you?
- Just this once, I don't want you to stain the sheets. And so you will learn to find alternatives to clothing.
"Or your favorite cup," she said as she began to masturbate. But I paid ... You should do it.
"Wayward customer," Barbara muttered as she substituted her son's hand for hers, and began to masturbate him.
- Tell me dirty things, mom.
- Don't call me mom ...
- I can call you whatever I want, I've paid. Tell me dirty things ...
- What do you want me to tell you?
- Tell me I can cum in your mouth.
- Do you want to cum in my mouth? Saul, please!
"Now you're not my mother ... You're my fucking mother," he snapped, unannouncing his fingers through her useless thong.
Startled, she stopped masturbating him and tried to stop him, but it was too late ... Her son was stirring her insides with three fingers. Her mouth was watering ... She needed to have something between her lips. On top of that he had called her a whore. Barbara groaned, resigning herself to her own son rubbing himself between her breasts while playing with her insides, she was satisfied with the remarkable size of her son's cock. It was hard, and its tip dripped precum onto her belly. Thoughtful, she ended by saying:
- I'm going to say it, but don't do it. Come in my mouth.
"Mom, I can't come if you don't let me believe it ... You're cooling me more than warming me," he protested, removing his fingers from inside her.
- OK OK. What else can I say?
- Can I put it in your mouth?
- Definitely not.
Barbara did not stop masturbating him for a single second, slow and gentle, very gentle.
- And your boobs?
- Do you want ... with my tits? You've already rubbed against them.
- What I want is to fuck your tits ... Come on ...
- I can't believe I'm doing this. Yeah sure, honey… For $ 20 you can fuck my tits.
Saul, satisfied, seemed undecided whether to ride on her belly or on her face, as if while he was fucking her tits he wanted to see her tight thong or her mother's face ... He ended up opting for the latter: getting on the bed, sitting on her belly and spitting out a long, sticky spit between her tits ... The woman was shocked, but it didn't disgust her ... Saul began to fuck her tits, riding her riding on her belly. He put his finger in her mouth and she sucked it, trying not to lengthen it and give her reasons to come. Barbara had to suppress her urge to moan ... It was getting too hot.
Her son seemed not to have enough with pinching her nipples or playing with the tongue that licked her finger, but began to caress her thigh, closer and closer to the thong and her vaginal lips. She felt several chills run down her waist and belly when she felt foreign fingers after so long but, instead of embedding themselves in her vagina, she pulled the thong deeper into her pussy and fucked her tits with more force.
- Are you going to give me my condensed milk?
- Yes ... I'm going to give you all you want.
- Do you want to fuck my pussy too? Is that why you play with my thong?
- Yes, bitch ... I want to fuck your pussy.
- Give me the milk ... Give me the milk on my face ...
- I want you to suck it on me, mom ...
Saul's moan and plaintive tone touched her, not daring to say no.
"I can't do that, honey…" she replied as Saul's thrusts rumbled between her tits.
- I paid ... Spit on my cock at least.
"..." Barbara stretched her neck and spat between the glans that came out and went back to hide between her tits.
"Again ..." Barbara spat again, this time Saul exposed his cock and his mother's sticky saliva hung between his glans and her lips. Again ... -he insisted, with his glans so close to his mother's mouth that he looked into his eyes and said:
- Only if you come fast ...
- Yes, I'll come fast, do it.
Barbara parted her lips, opened them and kissed her son's glans, grabbing it with her good hand and starting to masturbate him. When he didn't come, he started shaking his head as Saul cheered that he was going to come in her mouth. She was tempted to pull away, that was her rational side. But her dirty, slutty side made her open her mouth, stick her tongue out, and take a long shot of cum from her own son. His son's fingers caressed her vagina, through the thong getting in the way as he enjoyed the orgasm that his mother's whore had given him.
Then Barbara scrambled under her son and shook him off. Telling him in a small voice:
- I don't want you to talk about whores again, and remember that this has only happened once ... You are one of the few who has had sex with his own mother, but don't forget that it was only because I want to avoid that you do foolish things in this life.
- Easy, mom ... It was very hot and I didn't think what I was doing. I don't see you that way. Of course it will not be repeated.
- I need you to leave me alone, go to the room or ... What I know. I can not see you now.
Barbara was embarrassed, but she was still hot. Her pussy kept asking for cock, and that was what embarrassed her the most. Tonight her blackmailer would not write to her and she would not ask any questions either. He tried to masturbate, but couldn't… It was hot as hell. << Day 13 >> Request: It's Monday again. How I hate Mondays! I'm too horny, you're a bad whore ... Seduce your son with all the means at your disposal, I want to see what your own son does to you if you let him.
Barbara did not see her son in the morning, the workday became very heavy for him. She didn't come home at night, and when she did, she went straight into the shower. The water ran over his body and he didn't hear how the bathroom door opened. She was undecided ... What should she say?
- Mom ... Can I shower with you?
- What happened yesterday is over. Not? he asked in a serious voice.
- Yes mom. It will not happen again.
- Then yes, darling… Shower with me.
The water made them both wet and clean, Barbara rinsed her hair while turning her back to her own son.
- Mommy. Can I ask you a question about yesterday? Just a question.
- Sure ... Shoot.
- I excite you?
- Honey, I'm not made of stone. Of course I got aroused, a little at least.
- Why did I call you a whore or because of what we did?
- Because I haven't done it with anyone for a long time, but it's wrong. Because I shouldn't have done it with you.
- I know, mom. Nothing happens. Not that I want to repeat it ... -Of course, Barbara knew it was a lie. But he did not contradict him. I just have questions about what it meant to you.
"I helped you fulfill a fantasy," said Barbara, turning off the water and getting out of the shower. You've gotten hard ... Do you want to go fucking again? he asked, smiling pleasantly. It's a joke. Enjoy the shower.
While Barbara grabbed the dryer and, without using a towel, began to dry her hair showing off her voluptuous body in front of her son, he said: I liked your mouth more than clothes or your favorite cup.
- Pervert ... This goes without saying. But don't tell anyone, they wouldn't understand.
- It will remain between us, mom. I promise you.
- Saul ... Has someone strange been talking to you these days?
- Not because?
- Haven't you talked to someone you don't usually talk to?
- No.
Barbara suspected that her son was lying to her, but she didn't want to insist. He continued to dry his hair.
- Mom ...
- Yes, darling?
- Since I'm already in the shower, I would like to ...
Understanding what he was referring to, Barbara turned around and gave him privacy. But Saul wanted something more, and he told her.
- I mean if I'm here I won't need paper or ... your cup.
- Don't you want to use my mouth again, I already told you that it would only be yesterday?
- No, it's not necessary ... I love your body, and seeing you naked ... Can you pose for me?
- What?
- While you dry your hair ... Spread your legs.
- I didn't even leave you yesterday… No, I won't.
But, although she said no, she turned her back on him and put her ass in pomp, giving her unforgettable views. Her colossal body tempted him to masturbate, and if he did, he never finished. Barbara came out of the bathroom naked, giving him a shy smile and closing the door as soon as she came out.
***
Coming out of the bathroom, Barbara settled with very few clothes on the sofa. He just watched television and his cell phone while occasionally watching his son go from one place to another. As if he was looking for a weak point to attack but, not finding it, he was walking towards nowhere. No, it was as if some invisible metal prison bars separated him from his mother. Saul was a hungry beast and a delicious and irresistible piece of meat was sitting on the couch. She was sure that if she spread her legs at that moment, she would jump on him.
The very thought of having thought that overwhelmed her, and it made her self-conscious. It couldn't go on like this ... If she wasn't careful, if she didn't watch her own thoughts, she would end up having sex with her own son.
- Want something? Barbara heard herself say. You seem nervous ...
- I'm hungry.
"Me too," she replied.
- And what do you want to eat?
Barbara bit her lip and thought: '' Don't say it… Don't say it. '' Her rational part won out, so she kept quiet.
- Mommy?
- I don't know, I'm undecided.
- What do you want, mom? If you want something, I'll bring it to you.
- No, honey… I'm fine. Eat your something.
- Is there Hot Dog?
- Well, there you have the bread and the Frankfurt in the fridge.
- Don't you feel like it too?
- No, I'm not going to dinner.
For some reason that eluded her, or possibly inadvertently, she spread her legs slightly. What he had asked for in the bathroom, he had done belatedly at the time. Her vagina, creamy and primed, slowly parted its carnal petals and her son seemed to prepare to pounce on top like a bloody beast. Before that happened, she got up and approached him and gave him a kiss on the forehead before telling him that he was going to bed and not bothering her.
The night settled in, Barbara couldn't sleep. And although she was hungry for food, wanting other things that she knew she shouldn't eat made her stomach knot. If he had been told a week ago that he had to do something with his own son, he would certainly have sent him to hell. But there she was, naked in her room, waiting for her own son to open the door and insist. I was craving that HotDog… That fat, long, greasy meat going through the slit of meat… Over and over again.
Barbara bit her lip just as a message came to her cell phone from her favorite stalker: '' Do you want to earn some money? You have a hot, boring client in another part of the house. And if you don't have money, trust him. '' I was about to answer him and tell him not to speak nonsense, but he didn't get to send the message.
Within minutes, the owner's room was empty. Saul's door opened and a large, slim woman with more nakedness than clothing leaned against the door. Her thighs were covered by nets, she was not wearing underwear and her cleavage brimmed with two haloes that hinted at a service.
- Hello ... Do you know someone who has $ 20 left over?
Saul's face lit up in a smile before he calmed down and answered:
- I don't know if it's worth it… What are you doing to me for $ 20?
Barbara smiled and stuck out her tongue, which released saliva.
- I let you fuck this mouth all you want ...
- $ 20 is a lot ... 10.
- Don't you think it's worth 20?
- I think you're a whore and you're not worth that much.
Barbara smiled instead of feeling scorned, it was part of the game. She didn't want to chill her son, and for some reason, at that moment, she couldn't see him as her son, even if there were certain lines that she wasn't willing to cross. He turned away from the door and walked over to his client, sitting next to him. Barbara's hand felt the bulge of his pants, which was already beginning to grow. When he found the erection, he began to masturbate it. Saul took the license to grope her tits and her ass, but at last Barbara pushed her hand away because it was going too far.
- For $ 10 you can only from the waist up ...
- I paid for that mouth. What are you waiting for?
Saul stretched out vertically on the bed and his mother, in her role as a whore, found out between both legs of her son and began to suck freely. Her lips kissed the glans and managed to draw moans of pleasure from her child, who with his already hairy balls encouraged her to continue sucking, grabbing her hair.
- You said I can fuck your mouth as much as I want ... So until I come you can't stop.
"I don't think you'll last long, honey…" He laughed, dismissing it.
- Oh no? Then suck ... Let's see how long it takes.
Barbara, who was completely uninhibited when it came to blowjob, licked vertically, from the teen's testicles to his head. When she saw that she made him sigh to eat his balls, like a sow she buried her mouth in them and kissed them. Encouraged by his mother's initiative, he grabbed her by the hair and made her swallow and swallow, enjoying the views of a very large ass, giving the views of an anus and a vagina to whoever wanted to look at them. The more impetus Barbara put into oral sex, the more she was surprised at her son's reluctance to finish.
There came a point when Saul took control and yanked her wrist onto her back. He sat on her face crushing his testicles against that whore's perverted tongue. Barbara, without flinching, kept sucking and began to masturbate him with both hands, with quick and gentle movements while he began to pinch her mother's nipples. The female's back arched and her mouth curved to kiss the glans, giving him the chance to impale her mouth… And he did.
Saul extended himself fucking that naughty mouth splashing the saliva to the sides, one thrust, another, another and another ... Barbara should have been tired or bored, but her pussy was kept on edge with a constant desire to be penetrated or allowed to be penetrated. The animal that fucked his mouth with that insatiable cock seemed to forget his need to breathe, and yet the sexual position went from being a kind of L to a 69. Saul's mouth brushed his mount venus, and his nose could smell the sticky and desperate vagina.
When he was already beginning to be overwhelmed by the lack of air, Saul accelerated the attacks with impetus and desperation showing a desire to come, prioritizing his desire to finish and shoot his load to let his mother breathe, who tried unsuccessfully to push her son away before starting to lose consciousness. Saul let out a heartbreaking growl as he backed away and came on his mother's face. She remained groggy and disoriented, wanting to urinate at that very moment.
- For another $ 10 I can make you a HotDog…?
- Haven't you had enough with my mouth?
- No ... I want to do the same with the lower stomach.
- That's not ...
- Mom ... I can't take it anymore. I want to be inside of you.
- Do not do this to me…
- Wait ...
Stop ... - I can't.
- Yes you can, not like that.
- I have paid and I am going to enjoy what is mine.
- Okay, but stop ... Hearing that, Saul stopped and stopped giving him some space. Barbara, blushing, turned away from him and said:
- Ok ... But not like this. We will do what you want, but not like this. Do you understand me? He got up from the bed and headed for the door. But there is a condition ... When we do, we will not do it again. Do you understand me? Make sure you enjoy it well, just once. We are both too hot, and it will be fine, just for once ...
Although what Barbara was saying seemed to be incoherent and did not make much sense, she left the room and prior to her departure, she told her to give her half an hour and then go to your room.
***
Saul heard the noise of the shower from his room, and when the thirty-minute margin approached, he heard his mother's footsteps cross the hall and lock herself in her own room. The teenager stripped completely naked, with a smile on his lips and feeling completely ready for a second round. The boy, already erect with anticipation, went out the door and knocked on the door of his mother's room.
- Happens…
When she opened the door, she was completely naked and spread her legs, with her face hidden under a shirt, as if she did not want to show her face.
- Do you bring the money? her mother asked, as if it were a joke between the two of them.
- I don't have ... I'm wearing what I'm wearing.
- Then come and pay me in another way ... But put the condom on.
- I have to do it? he protested.
- Of course I do ... I'm not taking contraceptive measures. In other words, there is a danger that she will get pregnant.
- Voucher…
Saul awkwardly pulled on the condom and climbed onto the bed. Surprisingly, his mother's vagina was dry for the first time, but he was sure it wouldn't take much to prepare it again. With the condom around his erection, he began to kiss his mother's breasts and play with her.
"I can't believe we're going to do it," he said, spitting on her vagina, unable to wait.
- Me neither ...
- Can I do what I want with you?
- Don't get so excited ... Give thanks that I allow you to do this.
- Well ... We'll fuck until I come.
- No, if you want we can do it for thirty minutes ... at most. I no longer fall into the mistake of giving you as much time as you can.
- You see it? I told you I had good stamina. Mom ... Ask me to put it in for you.
- Put it in and that's it.
- I want you to recognize that you want me inside.
- I want you inside, darling ... I'm a bad mother for this, but yes ... I want you to give it to me.
- And do I have to do it with a condom?
- Yes.
- If there was no risk of you getting pregnant. Could you do it without a condom?
- I know where you want to go, honey. You can't do it without a condom.
- I want to put my Frankfurt in your hot bread.
- I also want you to put it on me ... To the bottom.
- Mom ... If it's only once, let me do it without a condom.
- I told you no.
Her vagina was still dry, even if Saul had spit on her. Even if Barbara did not want to admit it, it did not excite her to do it with a condom. To himself, he thought that only that would be missing.
- What if it breaks?
- What?
- If it breaks, it wouldn't be my fault ...
- It won't break.
- But ... if it breaks ...?
- I could not realize ... There is no difference for me with or without a condom.
Saul began to rub his cock against her vagina and mysteriously began to lubricate again.
- Are you going to put it on me now, love? He said as he watched his own son pretend to jerk off while he tried to break the condom, giving it to himself.
It was getting wetter and wetter. It seemed to Barbara that the elastic band of the condom began to give of itself, and that made her blush more, but she said nothing… It couldn't be, she thought… It excited her to think about doing it without a condom.
- Put it in now ...
- I'm going to break the condom inside you and we're going to do it naked.
- Don't say that ... That takes away my desire.
- But you're very wet.
"Oh no…" she moaned as she felt the hooded glans penetrate her, knowing that if it broke, it would be entirely her fault for indulging it.
"The condom is worn out, it can break ..." he muttered, relieved as he drove it all the way.
"Then don't move too fast or it will break ..." answered Barbara, breathing fast: I was doing it, I was encouraging him to do it.
Like an old-fashioned locomotive, it began to put in and out at a very slow pace, accelerating very slowly. Saul's mouth sought to meet his mother's lewd mouth, but her mother avoided him. Kissing with his own son was too much, he thought as Saul's balls pounded his hairless anus.
CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOPCHOPCHOPCHOPCHOP
- Hmmm Hmmm… Don't go so fast… Ahhh… The friction is going to break it, ”she moaned uncontrollably as Saul, straining to kiss her on the mouth, settled for biting her neck and kneading her huge udders with his hands .
PLAS, PLAS, PLAS, PLAS ... The thrusts became slow but brutal, the size was perfect to reach the bottom ... and a little more. Saul stayed at that pace, watching as his mother grabbed a large pillow from the bed and buried her face and boobs under it. Biting her to keep from screaming.
- I'm close to coming ...
"Even if you have the condom, come off ..."
"I don't know if I can ..." he said before admitting that he was about to finish. I'm here ... I'm here ...
- Ah, ah, ah, ah ... Make it out ... Hm .. Hm .. Hmm….
- I won't be able to ...
- Get out ...
Then Saul's mouth trailed her with a tongue kiss as he delivered the last thrusts before firing his charge. He was going to cum inside and that thought made Barbara come scandalously with energy, spreading her legs wider, unable to separate her son, with shaky legs and her son's obscene tongue savoring her mouth, she felt like her son's glans, hard as a The rock penetrated the depths of his being and emptied his balls right there ... Inside the 'condom'.
Saul got out of bed, turned off the light in the room, and stretched out in the dark with his mother. Neither of them made any comment about the condom or that internal cumshot, which was beginning to overflow their carnal insides onto the bedspread. Saul hugged his mother and kissed her, although at first she was paralyzed, it did not take long to reciprocate her kisses with her tongue and her caresses.
In the darkness of the room, her son rammed between her legs a third time, it was much longer than the other two together and her livid and her desire to kiss like a pair of lovers did not go away until finally, Saul came inside. of his mother for the second time and fell asleep between her tits.
At some point in the night their desire for each other ignited and without a word they fucked again, rubbing their sexes until they fell asleep again. Barbara, every time she went back to sleep, she did it out of sheer exhaustion, without being able to match her son's stamina.
At some point in the night they fell into a deep sleep, and did not wake up again until after noon. When that happened, a renewed Saul felt the naked body of his mother and rubbed against her, invoking an erection between kisses of good morning… And they began again filling that room with wet splashes and dirty thrusts. As Barbara's deep moans echoed and encouraged her son to continue.
Saul had definitely abandoned his mother's shirts, socks, and favorite mug. At the time, she was the container for his milk shots, and if that was to be a concern to her, it took a long time to show it.
<< Day 32 >>
Barbara's mobile was with the screen off, but inside there was a message for whoever read it, which read the following ... Request: Your son will invite those two classmates that you hate so much ... When the night, sneak into her room and get screwed by the three without a condom. Now you take the pill… It doesn't matter. Not? Unless you forgot to take it… That would be very irresponsible of you.
It was night and Barbara was dressed in a war blouse. Silence and darkness were her ally at that moment… She had the contraceptive pill in her hand and she was undecided as to whether she should forget to take it or not.
"Accidentally" he dropped the pill on the floor and stood up in his partial nudity, entering his son Saul's room. All three seemed asleep, and so he closed the door carefully, walked stealthily across the room, and was reunited with his son.
CLOP ... CLOP ... CLOP ... CHOP ... CHOP ... CHOP ... CHOPCHOPCHOPCHOP
At first the blows were dry, but they became damp and accelerated, waking up Saul's friends who soon joined in the fucking of that blonde woman.
Barbara sucked a cock that she didn't know whose it was, she was penetrated without a condom by another that could perfectly have been Saul and someone fucked her tits. When they got tired of that position, they just rotated or switched to other ways to fuck her. Someone came in his mouth, unloading his balls into them. She felt kisses on her neck and energetic thrusts between her legs.
They put her on all fours and took turns fucking her like a bitch between the three of them. Cumming each one inside her.
The hours went by, and while two of them slept, one fucked her, slowly but surely, and when he came again, he replaced another of the sleepers. In the end, Barbara barely slept and didn't have time to go to the bathroom to urinate. It was only meant to be fucked, so wet that she never felt itchy. When they finally got tired of her and let her sleep, it was her turn to go to work while those bastards slept peacefully in bed.
She definitely hated them……
But she loved feeling like a desired woman, even if it meant being a bad mother.
<< Day 70 >>
Request: I hate Mondays… Ready to get better?
END.
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