The next morning, when he came to the kitchen, Max immediately stood up when he saw his mother's left toe touching the ground.
An Arka effervescent pill sparkled in the cup next to her black coffee, and she turned him away as he tried to kiss her after kissing his father who was reading the newspaper, just as she had to drive away a fly that was disgusted.
Don't bother me, Max, on such a hot day, I want to stay alone and quietly for a while.
Your mom has a migraine.Commander Dad said.
Now is the time, Maria said, you will say I am nosy again, but it is wrong for the lady to bask in the sun in the afternoon.The summer sun is too strong.
Not to mention, Commander Dad said that UV rays are very harmful to the skin.Especially when the ozone layer is being destroyed!
Van der Waal's old man began a long essay about the smoke and fire of the ozone layer, and no one could hear it.
As her husband gushed, Biya pinched the bridge of her nose with two fingers and closed her eyes, looking like a martyr, as if the slightest words were violently shaking her nervous system.
Annoyed by his attitude, the commander finally shut up and returned to his own newspaper.
As for Max, his mentality was broken and unsuccessful due to his mother's rejection and shoving, he began to worry about what happened last night and what he now blamed for his mother's early morning displeasure.
As soon as he finished breakfast, he did not go back to his room to study, but walked a few steps to the garden.
If there must be an explanation between them, he would rather do it frankly in the open air.
He stood by the pool, swallowed by a dull pain, when he saw his mother strode towards her, wearing her body-like tight bathrobe, open on her tanned thighs.
She held a coffee cup in one hand and a cup of Arka effervescent tablets in the other.
She fell on the recliner and took a sip of the bubbling liquid, the bitter smell made her frown.
What annoying guy he is, what the hell can I do with his ozone layer, she muttered.
As for you, Max, I have two words to say to you.First of all, you have grown up and can't... kiss me in front of your father all the time.
but…
Let me finish speaking.I'm angry with you, Max.Last night, you... your behavior was indescribable!You take advantage of the fact that I don't want to make any sound... to... do it for you...
She took another sip of liquid Arka effervescent tablets.
You don't seem to realize...I am your mother, and I can't satisfy your endless low-level instincts every time you indulge in it.All this has to be stopped, have you heard it?I can understand that you are at an awkward age, but you must understand that some things need to be self-disciplined... Learn to restrain yourself...
Max's blood was getting cold; what was going on?
He would not accept her preaching!
Does she think he is an idiot or something?
She had a great time last night, didn't she?
She said that such pleasure continued into her ovaries all the way!
And now...
Stop telling stories, he blurted out to her in a resentful tone, stop acting, huh?You were not drunk when you came back from Cavalaire yesterday!You came to my room immediately, I didn't call you!
Seeing her son destroying her maternal authority, Biya, who felt uneasy and uncomfortable, took out her sunglasses from her bathrobe pocket and put them on.
Don't tell me you don't have any thoughts, Max scoffed, determined not to be fooled by her anymore.
You were not wearing underwear and rubbing around me like a cat in heat, which is no coincidence.If you remember correctly, I don't need to rape you.What you want.This is also the reason why you came upstairs and appeared in front of me!
His mother, Bea, was shrouded in regret and lowered her head.
I was wrong, she whispered.
I admit that everything that happened was indeed my fault.I have one...one...
She replaced the word that couldn't pass her lips with an avoidant gesture.
But now it's over.Your behavior last night opened my eyes...
So that's it, that's the key to the problem, the beautiful mother, she thought he had done too much because he took the initiative!
Unless she wants to, he has to let him play with her. At the end of the game, he should return to his cage and become his mother's good dear baby again!
Make me laugh, I'm going to cry!
Enough, Max.Have you heard it? I order you to shut up!
His mother's voice increased by an octave, but the trembling of her hand on the cup of Arka's effervescent tablets told him she wasn't as confident as she tried to make him believe.He smiled and said, very evil.
I have a bad impression of you, do you know?There is no need to let yourself be exhausted and live so tiring.I know your acting skills, this may work for Daddy, but it doesn't work for me!
Instead of reacting angry as he expected, she murmured in a frustrated voice: How much you hate me.
Am I?Max said.
You are right, please note that you are completely right.I treat you in an indescribable way.It's my sin to get things to this point... You're still a kid, you... You don't realize... Max, dear, we have to stop it all.Listen to me, act cute.I hope you will be my son again, just like before, with no other definition than my son.There can be no more ugly things happening between us.Promise me!Max...
He was about to surrender, and couldn't help but be moved by the painful tone in his mother's voice, but he suddenly remembered a scene the night before. On her way back from embracing him, she asked the physiotherapist in her vulgar voice: What, Charles, don't you stay for a while?As he thought at the time: What a great actress Ah!
A cold, bitter anger replaced the tenderness that conquered him.
Indeed, mom is an actor.
How many times he had seen her manipulate her father.
A real puppet, his father, was in control of her hands.
You hate me now, but you will understand later.His mother whispered.
She wanted to hold his hand; he broke free.
This is too easy!You can stick your ass up at me so I can take care of it when it it itchs and then drop it when you don't like it, and I won't have any say in things like this!
Max...
After all, I do exist.You are not alone.
Max...
He saw her turn to the house with concern.She was worried that the conversation between mother and son would be overheard!
You are a slut, he said in a hoarse voice, "It's a slut!"Nothing will happen if you don't ask for it!I hate you, listen to me!You made me sick!Bitch, bitch, bitch!
Hate vibrated in his voice.
Suddenly something broke inside him, and he fell to her knees and buried his tear-stained face in her belly.
He felt his mother holding him, helplessly, caressing him, and then pausing so that he wouldn't misunderstand the nature of her caressing.
Meanwhile, he greedily sucked the smell of her body through the bathrobe, the body odor of the mature female on her crotch.
I want to do this, mom.I think, don't you understand?It's not just you who have desires.Now, what should I do if you don't want to?
He burst out with a childlike sob, pressing his face against his mother's soft abdomen, which succumbed under the pressure.
But... Max... you can go out at night, between your girlfriend... because I told you that your father agreed... If you study in the afternoon, in your room... you can go on a bike...
That bike!What he wants to ride is not a bicycle!
You can go and see your treasures in the village.You no longer date the clothing store owner’s daughter?
Did you mean it or something?What I want is you, not those naive girls!I never knew there was something like this that I couldn't stop thinking about this, which drove me crazy.
Max…my little baby…
You came to tell me with a sad face that I must stop, you regret it, Mom... I envy you, you can do whatever you want, you have been blaming yourself. Now that you want to take back your beautiful body, I will have to masturbate yourself alone as alone as before!
He imitated the voice of his mother Bea, cruelly imitating the tone of her speech: Forget it, Max, my dear!Your young mother accidentally fell into trouble because she was in heat and she could no longer be able to do so!Your young mom has a crazy moment.But now, all the nonsense is over.I am your mommy again, a pure virgin.You must worship me from afar, just like a statue of the Virgin Mary.The most important thing is that you don’t allow me to touch my big furry cat!
He deliberately used this vulgar word to scare her, and as soon as she heard it, she rushed into his arms.
You treat me as a facial tissue, and now you are going to throw me away.You've done your homework, yes.Lorraine will be back.Everything will return to what it was.Well, don't expect me, the old woman, she has been exhausted by time!
She tried to stroke his hair, and he took a angrily back, wiping the tears on his face.
Stop touching me, you hear it!You are no longer my mom!I forbid you to touch me.You can take back your ass, but you also have to take back your damn tenderness.I'm not asking for it!Dear Little Max, it's all over!
He stormed angrily and walked towards the room.
On the way, he met Maria, who was dumping the garbage from the small kitchen trash can into the large garage bins. Cleaners would pass by to clear and transport them away every week.
Are you unhappy?The Portuguese woman said, "But your sister is coming back soon, so you will not be alone anymore."
What's going on?
Didn't your mom tell you?Lorraine called this morning and she was going to come back early.This will be better for you and will bring you company.
This bitch!What he thought of was his mother.
This explains why she suddenly changed her attitude.
Regret, you dare bet you are really because of regret!
It was precisely because of Lorraine that made her mother feel a sense of fear!
Yes, be careful, mom!
Oh, she is a cunning flyworm, and at the same time, you can't help but admit that she is a beautiful flyworm.
He returned to his room, studied hard, and used this method to divert his attention.
During lunch, at the dining table, he would capture the gaze cast by his mother at any time, which surprised him while also taking avoiding her eyes as an honor.
When the commander's father left the table to sleep on his daily afternoon, he had to face his mother one-on-one again.
Are you still angry with me, Max?
He shrugged without answering.
Your sister is coming back, do you know?Have you ever thought... She is not stupid, do you understand?
When the mother and son were alone, he couldn't help but tremble.
Is she showing kindness to him or something?
He noticed that she had drunk too much rosé while dining.
We just need to be careful, Max said, not even looking at his mother.
We can reduce the frequency of hugging, that's all...
Max!
I can't control it, don't you understand?
As Maria was busy in the nearby kitchen, they had to speak very quietly.
Forever, Max said, I will never give up, did you hear it?Even if I have to use force to possess you!
She did not retreat; she held her forehead with her hands, staring thoughtfully at the bottom of her dining plate, which was set against the pattern of a Dutch village.
But when he stood up, she reached out and held her son's hand.
I don't want you to be mad at me, Max.I don't want to do this.
To make up, you should know what to do.He whispered.
He quickly moved closer to her, trying to kiss her on the cheek.
By chance or other reasons, his mother turned her head and their lips met.
However, Biya immediately dodged.
Maria comes back to pack up her things.
So you have been living together peacefully, the Portuguese woman said, it's good, it's not good for a son to be angry with his mother.
But we weren't angry, Maria, where did you see it?
Oh, I can see that the lady is very unhappy, go ahead, Mr. Max is not happy either.Also, it’s not good for your husband to go out for a while. It’s holiday now, and he’s always studying, and he’s always studying, and he’s going to mess up his brain…
They couldn't help laughing.They were still close, Max stood, Bea sat, with one arm around her son's waist.
I will help you, Maria, let's wash the dishes together so that I can distract me and forget something.
She patted her son's ass and told him to walk away, and after they exchanged a look full of self-committed promises, he returned to his room.The end of this morning is better than its beginning.
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His mom stayed in the kitchen and Max was restless in his room.
He went to the window every moment to see if she was on the recliner.
After what just happened, if she returned to the pool, it would be an invitation.
However, his mother still didn't come out, he fell on the bed, and he decided not to look out the window for half an hour.
This will teach him a lesson!
He imagined his mother going out, waiting for him, and was surprised that he wasn't in a hurry to find her.
This idea helped him stay patient.
The clock's hand rotates at a painful, extremely slow speed.
Max closed his eyes from time to time to avoid seeing them.
Finally he fell asleep.
He woke up and found that more than an hour had passed.
He cursed himself and ran to the window; disappointment grabbed his heart.
That chaise longue is empty.
Immediately afterwards, on the right, he saw a woman's feet moving.
You can't see anything except the mother's foot and the corner of a red towel.
Then he realized she was lying down, just where the garden was overlooked, above the low walls built on the hillside when the pond was dug.
And what's special about it is: it's the only place in the pool where you can see you from the house only when you sit.
When you lie against the wall like his mother, you can't see it.
Thinking of his mother Biya's unpredictable choice to sunbathe in such a covered place, Max was excited. He took a shower, especially meticulously cleaning his male certification organs, put on a swimsuit, and walked out of his room.
The commander's father snored gently like a tide.
When he heard him coming, the lying mother raised her head and observed him through her sunglasses.
He saw that she was still wearing a swimsuit, the one from Brazilian, the one from light green, leaving her hips naked.
The swimsuit strap was unbuttoned and landed on her neck.
So, Max joked that this young mother was secretly basking in the sun here?Is she the naughty son who is afraid of her?
His mother shrugged.
He saw a can of orange juice vodka on the floor leaning against the low wall, and it was almost over.
Mother Biya moved her body, made room for her son on the large square bath towel, and signaled him to lie down too.
Instead of lying down, Max sat down so he could watch out for any movements over the house.
The little mother is afraid that her naughty son will make her itch?Then do something sneaky for her?
Stop talking nonsense, Max.Despite the hot weather, have you completed some of your homework?
No, when I knew you were sunbathing, I was too lazy to study.This is strange, isn't it?
His mother sighed, leaning her cheek against the towel, turning her face toward the low wall, seemingly losing interest in him.
Max picked up a lock of hair from the back of her neck and began to scratch her neck with it.
Is your father asleep?
Yes.
Where is Maria?
Max stared at the back of his mother's neck.
Then he set his eyes on his mother's naked ass.
He noticed that his mother's thighs were spread apart.
The green net of Brazilian swimsuit disappeared between two meat mountains dyed red by the sun.
He felt his cock harden.
Maria, he replied slowly, she was making bronze...or silver... Anyway, as I passed by, I smelled that smell...
His mother, Bea, remained silent.
If Maria was making silverware (she was obsessed with that craft), it would take a very long time to finish, and usually if no one disturbed her, she would tinker with what was in her hands until the night came.
Do you need me to give you some anti-breasts?I just put some anti-bacterial breasts on you, nothing else, I swear.
As if suffocated by the heat wave, she just shrugged her shoulders and answered him without saying a word, Max pressed the bottle to the palm of his hand.
Now we are going to apply the cream on my pretty mom’s skin…so she won’t get burned by the scorching sun.Have you heard what dad said about the ozone layer?About the ozone layer...
He placed his hands flat between his slightly beating mother's shoulder blades and began applying anti-breasts on her back.
The sun-sun-scalding skin is burning.
He massaged from the back of her neck to the depression of her waist, using slow and gentle movements.
A few minutes later, as his mother became more and more surrendered, his hands were parked along her body on both sides of her body, smearing her sides until his hands climbed up to her breasts.
She still allowed her son to do so, so he held them from below in his own hands.
She raised her upper body to give him more room to play, and he saw that her nipples had become hard and swollen.
It will be more convenient to face it on the top of the sky.
Oh, Max…
Come on, what do you want to say... Be more friendly...
He grabbed her shoulder, turned her over and let her lie on her back.
She was soft and weakly fiddled with by her son, as lazy and undying as a big doll; Max's throat was tight, and he knew that his mother would accept everything.
Black-framed glasses covered her eyes.
Her white breasts, with huge purple flowers, spread out on her tanned breasts.
Max held them gently and greedily with his oily hands, as if he wanted to turn them into his own and began to apply them with cream.
He stroked them, kneaded them, letting his fingers pinch the hardened big nipples.
His mother's mouth was half open, and he could see the tip of her tongue and a row of neat teeth.
Max…enough, now, enough of your paws are playing with them…
No, that's not enough.How exquisite, they are my mother's beautiful breasts... They are so pure and flawless.It is necessary to have severe protection, otherwise they will not only be tanned, but also sunburned.
He kneaded them smoothly for her, and he was tempted to manipulate the elastic and generous flesh.He teased the tip of the erect from time to time.
He whispered: Your toes are tense.
Max, you want to...
The sweet voice... he held his hands tightly, grabbed her breasts, and made the purple-red crown swell.
He leaned down and bounced them with his tongue.
The medicinal aroma of sunscreen cream is mixed with the smell of sweat.
As if to give himself a step, his mother picked up the "Paris Race" she brought with her, spread it in front of her, and set a screen between her and her son...but everything else was at his disposal.
For two or three minutes, Max played with his mother's breasts, manipulating them in a persistent, almost compulsive way, as if he could not feel their elastic consistency in his hands.
The sunscreen cream has penetrated into the skin, and he can better feel the touch of his mother's skin.
The nipples were unscrupulously firm and betrayed my mother's sexual excitement at this time.
Max put more anti-bacterial breasts in the palm of his hand, sliding from his mother's chest toward her lower abdomen, pulling down her swimsuit as if peeling off a very thin green cortex from his mother's skin.
He pulled his swimsuit all the way to the edge of his mother Bea's pubic bone.
Max!
What?You have to apply some there too!
Before her son could peek at her female organs.
Biya rolled over and lay down on the big bath towel again.
She buried her face in her son's arms.
Max took off her swimsuit and she did nothing to stop him from doing it.
Max…Are you sure no one can see us?
I'll see if someone approaches...I'm sitting...Don't worry...I'll put cream on you...everywhere, everywhere...in all your hidden little corners...
He saw his mother Bea trembling and he quickly took off his swimsuit.
His penis was so hard that it was curved and his partially exposed glans burned.
He felt like his mother was peering at it through his arms.
He patted her on the buttocks and made her move.
Your big ass is naked, mom... naked, and her whole body is snow-white.
Shut up, you naughty... perverted son... you should feel ashamed!
Her voice was hoarse.He leaned over and kissed her ass, then used his hand to spread the buttocks near her mother's butt and saw the anus inside.When he saw it, he felt like he wanted to laugh.
There is a small black hole in a big white butt...
Oh my God, this kid is so stupid!
The baker will knead out good bread.
He knelt on a towel between his mother's legs, which forced her to spread her legs further away, revealing the furry hills under her anus and the gaps that opened under her hip groove and the edge of the half-open vagina.
Max started kneading her ass with his greased hands.
He pushed them forward and backward, pulling his mother's genitals, opening the vagina more and more, revealing the pink flesh folds on the mucosa, all soaked in the secretions.
What you do is too naughty and disgusting.Max...
He spread her butts and pushed them upwards, and Biya knew what her son wanted to see at this moment, and she couldn't help but raise her waist and show him what he wanted to see.
I'm going to give you some cream here... How delicate, subtle something for women...
She trembled as his fingers touched her mother's anus and then remained motionless.His fingers were spinning over the purple dots, as if to erase the tiny wrinkles that emerged from the crater.
The same is true here…a more subtle thing.
Max...
He weighed the warm, gap-shaped genitals and bent his fingers into the slit.Biya sighed and gasped, her son's fingers slid in the folds looking for her clitoris.
Max…you promised…
I?I didn't promise anything, you dream.Back on your back.
No; that's enough, Max!
If you don't want me to see your face, you just need to read your "Paris Race"... What I want to see is not it...
Like a drowning woman holding onto a float, Biya picked up the magazine and asked her son to turn her around again.
Oh my God, Max...Max...
Her face was hidden behind the pictorial, lying on her back, helplessly in the sun, her thighs spread out, and her wide slits of flesh yawning in the black tufts.
And her son was masturbating for her, gently, with his fingertips, watching with passion what he did to her.
Max, Max…you have to be careful, at least…the house…
Don't worry, I'm very careful...let myself go... enjoy...it's good, isn't it?
He pushed away the soft and moist stamens and stuck his fingers into his clitoris, its red flesh burrs bulged like a crown.
He bent down and sucked one of his nipple in his mouth.
Under his palm, his mother's vagina opened anxiously and greedily; he pushed his fingers into the vaginal cavity.
Biya was shocked by a violent spasm, and then fell to the ground and inhaled in big breaths.
Are you here, mom?He whispered.
Tell me, are you here, huh?
She was still shaking, with an arm resting on her own face.He knelt again on the ground and turned his attention back to his exposed clitoris.
I'm going to apply some cream on your clitoris, would you mind?It's all red...it shouldn't be sunburned...
Under his careful caress, his mother quickly began to breathe again.
He continued to tease her clitoris with his fingertips until she cummed again, this time the rough, beastly scream he often heard from the bedroom when Commander Dad fucked her.
He threw the Paris Race that fell on his mother's face to the ground and hid it.
Mother?
What?
He teased her gap, pulling his fingers in and out of her genitals that were spilling out of love juice.
We are very good, you and me, right?Aren't we very good?
No, Max, that's very wrong.Oh, Max…I don't know how to think about it.
You just need not think.
He inserted two fingers deep in her vagina and then retracted them, pushing them again.She seemed reluctantly accompanied by this action, against her wishes, as if she was crawling in place.
You're very careful, isn't you? No one is coming?
Don't worry, how many more times do I have to tell you?Say, mom... do you want me to touch your place, or touch your clitoris?Is it the vagina or clitoris?Which one do you like?
His mother remained silent.
My girlfriends prefer someone to hand-shoot them, but married women seem to prefer someone to take care of their caves.
He now put three fingers together and pushed them in.
His mother bent her knees to open her body better and make herself more comfortable.
He pushed hard until he could feel her uterus bulges at the end of one finger and pulled them out.
The guy from Cavalaire yesterday... does he have a big dick?Did he stuff it on you?
Max!Don't you feel ashamed of saying this?
He turned his fingers and twisted them deeply.
You like this, don't you, when someone opens your acupoints.You like someone to touch your clitoris, but you prefer that your vagina is opened.
His fingers moved back and forth, making a slight slap on the splash.It was sticky and hot inside, all wet, and it sucked him in.
Does he have a big dick, mom?tell me……
You made me angry!I didn't pay attention!
you say!Where did you do it, in the hotel?
No……
So, where?tell me.
On his caravan…
Max tried to imagine the scene.His mom, Bea, also started to get excited, and she still remembered it, talking about it while he masturbated for her.
Did he masturbate and masturbate for you?
She shook her head negatively.Max, three fingers stuck deep into her vagina, continued to tease her clitoris with his other hand.
Did you give him a blowjob?
Since she didn't answer, he insisted, gently pinching her clitoris, repeating his question.
His mother sighed hoarsely and lowered her head in shame.
He tried to imagine her giving a man a blowjob in a caravan.
Tell me, mom, do you want me to put it on you too?I want it, too.
No!You can't...it's incest, Max, you can't...
He wanted to laugh.What a great comedy actress Ah!
Turn around...
Why?
I like it more...I like your beautiful ass...
Max…reasonable…I don’t want to…you can do nothing, well, you promise me?
don’t worry……
He turned her around and pressed his belly under her hips.
She immediately raised her waist and offered herself.
He used one hand to penetrate her gap and guided his glans with the other.
He sank suddenly.
He didn't move as he went deeper.
He grabbed his mom's breasts and from below, he pressed against her ass, implanting them deeply into her.
He could feel his mother's buttocks swaying under him, gently.
He did nothing, she was ups and downs.
He felt her vagina expanding and then tightly around his cock, as if to suck him in.
Oh, Max…you are so...so hard…
He didn't immediately understand that she was talking about his cock.
She shook faster under him and he heard her sigh.
He closed his eyes.
Mom Biya's buttocks were tightly clamped under his belly and loosened.
Around his glans, my mother's genitals were warm and sweet, like a mouth sucking it.
Are you coming, mom?
Yes…oh, this is bad, this is bad…
She stirred faster, buried her face in his arms again, letting out her usual hoarse scream before pausing.
They just kept it like that, no movement, one on top of the other, one inside the other.
Max then sat up against his forearm and glanced in the direction of the house.
Is there anyone there?his mother asked.
No.
Then you...you...
He didn't come, no; he was deliberately restraining himself.
You are still... very hard...
Did she and his father speak the same way?The man who slept with her in Cavalaire?
Mom...you know what I want...
What?
They were whispering.Max slapped on his mom's wet body, whispering in her ears.How soft, stretched, open, burning the heat waves under him!
He put a hand into her abdomen and instead of removing his penis from his vagina, he slipped a finger between his mother's hips and stroked her anus.
I want to try it here... in the back... I've never done it...my girlfriends don't want to.They said that was dirty...
She didn't move, as if she didn't hear her son's request.He insisted, using his fingers, pushing his fingertips into her anus.
Here?Can I, mom?Can I?This elegant...
If you want...
She spoke so softly that he guessed what she was saying more than he heard.
He immediately stepped back and knelt down.
His mother bent her knees without thinking, stuck out her butt, spread her thighs, and lifted her waist.
He saw the purple frills of his anus scattered on the wide slit of his vagina.
A little pink color appears in the center of the brown patch.
He trembled and muttered to himself, thinking that it was certainly not the first time she had given herself to a man in this way when she saw her pose so easily, and he guided his penis with his hand and aimed at the open anus.
…Yes, give me your ass, bitch!
Oh, Max…
lie……
He pushed the tip into the tight hole; his mother's hips were shaking.
His slender glans pushed in; it was much tighter than before, and it hurt a little in the process, but he liked it, and he forced it into it excitedly.
As soon as the glans disappeared, he felt in surprise that the glans had opened inside after passing by.
After passing, his entire cock slid into the cavity.
His mother moaned softly.
Oh, Max, Max!
Oh, mom, do you know?Am I fucking you?Yes, give it to me, your big ass.Oh, I love it, you can't imagine how much I like it.
He shook frantically, holding her hips, even though her knees hurt as all the weight that supported their bodies through the towel pressed against the hard floor tiles.
And you, mom, do you like it?you say?did you like it?tell me……
Yes...yes...oh, Max... don't be excited, my dear, you hurt me...and...Max...
Yes...what...yes?
Feeling the front of me, she whispered, with your hands...
Max was immersed in happiness by his mother's accomplice tone, put his hand under her belly and searched through her slit.
Where is it?he asked.
Up or down?
Yes...here, here!
He had just reached his clitoris.
Then, while fucking his mother Biya, he began masturbating for her with his fingertips.
She moaned from time to time, and every time he entered her body, it did not stop, the monotonous complaining, did not rise, always stayed at the same sound level.
Now his cock slid as easily inside her mother's anus as in her vagina.
Tell me, mom...can I do it now?
But yes, my dear…of course…don’t back down, and above all, it’s awful!
He let go of his hand, and the cum gushed out, causing both of them to scream at the same time.
Oh my God, said his mother.
Oh, my God…what did I do…?
He was weakened by pleasure and he no longer had the strength to keep her.
She pushed him away from her back and stood up.
He thought she would run home with her swimsuit, but she walked naked to the pool and got in.
He heard the sound of water and knew she was cleaning.
His eyes closed, he lay on the towel, his hands folded.
A brief drowsiness enveloped him.
When he woke up, he saw his mother put on her swimsuit again, and she even covered her breasts, and she was reading a book, sitting next to him.
Am I asleep, mom?
Yes…you shouldn’t sleep in the sun, it’s awful…go to soak yourself…
If you go with me.
He took her hand and led her toward the pool, still naked, she was wearing a bikini.He caught the look she looked at the garden.
You shouldn't let your father...even Maria shouldn't see you naked, Max...
He jumped into the water and pulled her behind him.They started swimming.Then they returned to the ladder and sat in the warm water, full of dead insects and petals stretching to their necks.
Your sister will be back tomorrow, I don’t know if I told you.
Maria told me about this.
He grabbed her breasts underwater.
He thought he would be rejected, but she allowed herself to be touched.
Curiously, he pulled his swimsuit aside and took out his breasts.
The breasts were shaking weakly, floating in the water like a large jellyfish.
He took out the other one and started playing with the two.
His mother leaned her elbow against the ladder and looked at him unresponsively.
You don't have to... when Lorraine comes here...
We will be careful...
No, we won't do anything, Max...Lorrene is not a fool.
He pulled her nipples, deforming her stretched breasts in the water.
I like to touch you very much, mom, I like it very much... Let me touch your private parts again...
Max!You are making trouble.
He slides his fingers under her bikini triangle and pushes it into her vagina.His mother closed her eyes and leaned against the ladder.
Stand up, Max said.
I still want it.
She stood up and leaned against the ladder, and he pulled her swimsuit away from the bottom and put it on.
He quickly took her into the water and pressed her onto the ladder.
She was at her mercy, and he saw that she had no physical happiness, she did it for him.
So he gave up on what he wanted to get and quit.
He was annoyed (he didn't ask her to give alms, damn it!) He started swimming again and saw her climb up the ladder and pull up the strap of her swimsuit.
Mother?Max?are u there?
Her sister!That was Lorraine's loud voice.
Oh my God, Biya said.
Max...
She picked up her son's swimsuit from the towel and threw it to him.
He quickly stuffed it into the water.
The next moment, his sister's slender figure stood in front of them.
She was tanned, combined with her African-style hair and her thin, thin arms and legs, she reminded him of an African female model who had a brief moment in the process of Mrs. Figaro's commercial.
She ran towards her mother in huge wooden heels, wearing shorts and a blouse, waving her long arms.
Mom, you are so tanned!Oh, and a Brazilian swimsuit!It seems that there has been a change!
She pounced on her mother's arms, and they kissed and laughed.
But I thought you would be back tomorrow?
Oh, this is a great story, I'll tell you.My bestie’s boyfriend had to come back early, so I took his ride.We just arrived from Marseille… It was so hot, hotter than Corsica!
Hugging each other, the mother and daughter walked towards the house while chatting, and Max continued to swim.
He felt abandoned.
The annoying people are back and the party is over.
After a moment, he frowned.
Lorraine has many friends, she will not be punished, she will be free to go where she wants to go; she will not rot here every afternoon, she will surely go to Escaret with her partner like every summer, and during this time he and his mom will be alone...
An Arka effervescent pill sparkled in the cup next to her black coffee, and she turned him away as he tried to kiss her after kissing his father who was reading the newspaper, just as she had to drive away a fly that was disgusted.
Don't bother me, Max, on such a hot day, I want to stay alone and quietly for a while.
Your mom has a migraine.Commander Dad said.
Now is the time, Maria said, you will say I am nosy again, but it is wrong for the lady to bask in the sun in the afternoon.The summer sun is too strong.
Not to mention, Commander Dad said that UV rays are very harmful to the skin.Especially when the ozone layer is being destroyed!
Van der Waal's old man began a long essay about the smoke and fire of the ozone layer, and no one could hear it.
As her husband gushed, Biya pinched the bridge of her nose with two fingers and closed her eyes, looking like a martyr, as if the slightest words were violently shaking her nervous system.
Annoyed by his attitude, the commander finally shut up and returned to his own newspaper.
As for Max, his mentality was broken and unsuccessful due to his mother's rejection and shoving, he began to worry about what happened last night and what he now blamed for his mother's early morning displeasure.
As soon as he finished breakfast, he did not go back to his room to study, but walked a few steps to the garden.
If there must be an explanation between them, he would rather do it frankly in the open air.
He stood by the pool, swallowed by a dull pain, when he saw his mother strode towards her, wearing her body-like tight bathrobe, open on her tanned thighs.
She held a coffee cup in one hand and a cup of Arka effervescent tablets in the other.
She fell on the recliner and took a sip of the bubbling liquid, the bitter smell made her frown.
What annoying guy he is, what the hell can I do with his ozone layer, she muttered.
As for you, Max, I have two words to say to you.First of all, you have grown up and can't... kiss me in front of your father all the time.
but…
Let me finish speaking.I'm angry with you, Max.Last night, you... your behavior was indescribable!You take advantage of the fact that I don't want to make any sound... to... do it for you...
She took another sip of liquid Arka effervescent tablets.
You don't seem to realize...I am your mother, and I can't satisfy your endless low-level instincts every time you indulge in it.All this has to be stopped, have you heard it?I can understand that you are at an awkward age, but you must understand that some things need to be self-disciplined... Learn to restrain yourself...
Max's blood was getting cold; what was going on?
He would not accept her preaching!
Does she think he is an idiot or something?
She had a great time last night, didn't she?
She said that such pleasure continued into her ovaries all the way!
And now...
Stop telling stories, he blurted out to her in a resentful tone, stop acting, huh?You were not drunk when you came back from Cavalaire yesterday!You came to my room immediately, I didn't call you!
Seeing her son destroying her maternal authority, Biya, who felt uneasy and uncomfortable, took out her sunglasses from her bathrobe pocket and put them on.
Don't tell me you don't have any thoughts, Max scoffed, determined not to be fooled by her anymore.
You were not wearing underwear and rubbing around me like a cat in heat, which is no coincidence.If you remember correctly, I don't need to rape you.What you want.This is also the reason why you came upstairs and appeared in front of me!
His mother, Bea, was shrouded in regret and lowered her head.
I was wrong, she whispered.
I admit that everything that happened was indeed my fault.I have one...one...
She replaced the word that couldn't pass her lips with an avoidant gesture.
But now it's over.Your behavior last night opened my eyes...
So that's it, that's the key to the problem, the beautiful mother, she thought he had done too much because he took the initiative!
Unless she wants to, he has to let him play with her. At the end of the game, he should return to his cage and become his mother's good dear baby again!
Make me laugh, I'm going to cry!
Enough, Max.Have you heard it? I order you to shut up!
His mother's voice increased by an octave, but the trembling of her hand on the cup of Arka's effervescent tablets told him she wasn't as confident as she tried to make him believe.He smiled and said, very evil.
I have a bad impression of you, do you know?There is no need to let yourself be exhausted and live so tiring.I know your acting skills, this may work for Daddy, but it doesn't work for me!
Instead of reacting angry as he expected, she murmured in a frustrated voice: How much you hate me.
Am I?Max said.
You are right, please note that you are completely right.I treat you in an indescribable way.It's my sin to get things to this point... You're still a kid, you... You don't realize... Max, dear, we have to stop it all.Listen to me, act cute.I hope you will be my son again, just like before, with no other definition than my son.There can be no more ugly things happening between us.Promise me!Max...
He was about to surrender, and couldn't help but be moved by the painful tone in his mother's voice, but he suddenly remembered a scene the night before. On her way back from embracing him, she asked the physiotherapist in her vulgar voice: What, Charles, don't you stay for a while?As he thought at the time: What a great actress Ah!
A cold, bitter anger replaced the tenderness that conquered him.
Indeed, mom is an actor.
How many times he had seen her manipulate her father.
A real puppet, his father, was in control of her hands.
You hate me now, but you will understand later.His mother whispered.
She wanted to hold his hand; he broke free.
This is too easy!You can stick your ass up at me so I can take care of it when it it itchs and then drop it when you don't like it, and I won't have any say in things like this!
Max...
After all, I do exist.You are not alone.
Max...
He saw her turn to the house with concern.She was worried that the conversation between mother and son would be overheard!
You are a slut, he said in a hoarse voice, "It's a slut!"Nothing will happen if you don't ask for it!I hate you, listen to me!You made me sick!Bitch, bitch, bitch!
Hate vibrated in his voice.
Suddenly something broke inside him, and he fell to her knees and buried his tear-stained face in her belly.
He felt his mother holding him, helplessly, caressing him, and then pausing so that he wouldn't misunderstand the nature of her caressing.
Meanwhile, he greedily sucked the smell of her body through the bathrobe, the body odor of the mature female on her crotch.
I want to do this, mom.I think, don't you understand?It's not just you who have desires.Now, what should I do if you don't want to?
He burst out with a childlike sob, pressing his face against his mother's soft abdomen, which succumbed under the pressure.
But... Max... you can go out at night, between your girlfriend... because I told you that your father agreed... If you study in the afternoon, in your room... you can go on a bike...
That bike!What he wants to ride is not a bicycle!
You can go and see your treasures in the village.You no longer date the clothing store owner’s daughter?
Did you mean it or something?What I want is you, not those naive girls!I never knew there was something like this that I couldn't stop thinking about this, which drove me crazy.
Max…my little baby…
You came to tell me with a sad face that I must stop, you regret it, Mom... I envy you, you can do whatever you want, you have been blaming yourself. Now that you want to take back your beautiful body, I will have to masturbate yourself alone as alone as before!
He imitated the voice of his mother Bea, cruelly imitating the tone of her speech: Forget it, Max, my dear!Your young mother accidentally fell into trouble because she was in heat and she could no longer be able to do so!Your young mom has a crazy moment.But now, all the nonsense is over.I am your mommy again, a pure virgin.You must worship me from afar, just like a statue of the Virgin Mary.The most important thing is that you don’t allow me to touch my big furry cat!
He deliberately used this vulgar word to scare her, and as soon as she heard it, she rushed into his arms.
You treat me as a facial tissue, and now you are going to throw me away.You've done your homework, yes.Lorraine will be back.Everything will return to what it was.Well, don't expect me, the old woman, she has been exhausted by time!
She tried to stroke his hair, and he took a angrily back, wiping the tears on his face.
Stop touching me, you hear it!You are no longer my mom!I forbid you to touch me.You can take back your ass, but you also have to take back your damn tenderness.I'm not asking for it!Dear Little Max, it's all over!
He stormed angrily and walked towards the room.
On the way, he met Maria, who was dumping the garbage from the small kitchen trash can into the large garage bins. Cleaners would pass by to clear and transport them away every week.
Are you unhappy?The Portuguese woman said, "But your sister is coming back soon, so you will not be alone anymore."
What's going on?
Didn't your mom tell you?Lorraine called this morning and she was going to come back early.This will be better for you and will bring you company.
This bitch!What he thought of was his mother.
This explains why she suddenly changed her attitude.
Regret, you dare bet you are really because of regret!
It was precisely because of Lorraine that made her mother feel a sense of fear!
Yes, be careful, mom!
Oh, she is a cunning flyworm, and at the same time, you can't help but admit that she is a beautiful flyworm.
He returned to his room, studied hard, and used this method to divert his attention.
During lunch, at the dining table, he would capture the gaze cast by his mother at any time, which surprised him while also taking avoiding her eyes as an honor.
When the commander's father left the table to sleep on his daily afternoon, he had to face his mother one-on-one again.
Are you still angry with me, Max?
He shrugged without answering.
Your sister is coming back, do you know?Have you ever thought... She is not stupid, do you understand?
When the mother and son were alone, he couldn't help but tremble.
Is she showing kindness to him or something?
He noticed that she had drunk too much rosé while dining.
We just need to be careful, Max said, not even looking at his mother.
We can reduce the frequency of hugging, that's all...
Max!
I can't control it, don't you understand?
As Maria was busy in the nearby kitchen, they had to speak very quietly.
Forever, Max said, I will never give up, did you hear it?Even if I have to use force to possess you!
She did not retreat; she held her forehead with her hands, staring thoughtfully at the bottom of her dining plate, which was set against the pattern of a Dutch village.
But when he stood up, she reached out and held her son's hand.
I don't want you to be mad at me, Max.I don't want to do this.
To make up, you should know what to do.He whispered.
He quickly moved closer to her, trying to kiss her on the cheek.
By chance or other reasons, his mother turned her head and their lips met.
However, Biya immediately dodged.
Maria comes back to pack up her things.
So you have been living together peacefully, the Portuguese woman said, it's good, it's not good for a son to be angry with his mother.
But we weren't angry, Maria, where did you see it?
Oh, I can see that the lady is very unhappy, go ahead, Mr. Max is not happy either.Also, it’s not good for your husband to go out for a while. It’s holiday now, and he’s always studying, and he’s always studying, and he’s going to mess up his brain…
They couldn't help laughing.They were still close, Max stood, Bea sat, with one arm around her son's waist.
I will help you, Maria, let's wash the dishes together so that I can distract me and forget something.
She patted her son's ass and told him to walk away, and after they exchanged a look full of self-committed promises, he returned to his room.The end of this morning is better than its beginning.
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His mom stayed in the kitchen and Max was restless in his room.
He went to the window every moment to see if she was on the recliner.
After what just happened, if she returned to the pool, it would be an invitation.
However, his mother still didn't come out, he fell on the bed, and he decided not to look out the window for half an hour.
This will teach him a lesson!
He imagined his mother going out, waiting for him, and was surprised that he wasn't in a hurry to find her.
This idea helped him stay patient.
The clock's hand rotates at a painful, extremely slow speed.
Max closed his eyes from time to time to avoid seeing them.
Finally he fell asleep.
He woke up and found that more than an hour had passed.
He cursed himself and ran to the window; disappointment grabbed his heart.
That chaise longue is empty.
Immediately afterwards, on the right, he saw a woman's feet moving.
You can't see anything except the mother's foot and the corner of a red towel.
Then he realized she was lying down, just where the garden was overlooked, above the low walls built on the hillside when the pond was dug.
And what's special about it is: it's the only place in the pool where you can see you from the house only when you sit.
When you lie against the wall like his mother, you can't see it.
Thinking of his mother Biya's unpredictable choice to sunbathe in such a covered place, Max was excited. He took a shower, especially meticulously cleaning his male certification organs, put on a swimsuit, and walked out of his room.
The commander's father snored gently like a tide.
When he heard him coming, the lying mother raised her head and observed him through her sunglasses.
He saw that she was still wearing a swimsuit, the one from Brazilian, the one from light green, leaving her hips naked.
The swimsuit strap was unbuttoned and landed on her neck.
So, Max joked that this young mother was secretly basking in the sun here?Is she the naughty son who is afraid of her?
His mother shrugged.
He saw a can of orange juice vodka on the floor leaning against the low wall, and it was almost over.
Mother Biya moved her body, made room for her son on the large square bath towel, and signaled him to lie down too.
Instead of lying down, Max sat down so he could watch out for any movements over the house.
The little mother is afraid that her naughty son will make her itch?Then do something sneaky for her?
Stop talking nonsense, Max.Despite the hot weather, have you completed some of your homework?
No, when I knew you were sunbathing, I was too lazy to study.This is strange, isn't it?
His mother sighed, leaning her cheek against the towel, turning her face toward the low wall, seemingly losing interest in him.
Max picked up a lock of hair from the back of her neck and began to scratch her neck with it.
Is your father asleep?
Yes.
Where is Maria?
Max stared at the back of his mother's neck.
Then he set his eyes on his mother's naked ass.
He noticed that his mother's thighs were spread apart.
The green net of Brazilian swimsuit disappeared between two meat mountains dyed red by the sun.
He felt his cock harden.
Maria, he replied slowly, she was making bronze...or silver... Anyway, as I passed by, I smelled that smell...
His mother, Bea, remained silent.
If Maria was making silverware (she was obsessed with that craft), it would take a very long time to finish, and usually if no one disturbed her, she would tinker with what was in her hands until the night came.
Do you need me to give you some anti-breasts?I just put some anti-bacterial breasts on you, nothing else, I swear.
As if suffocated by the heat wave, she just shrugged her shoulders and answered him without saying a word, Max pressed the bottle to the palm of his hand.
Now we are going to apply the cream on my pretty mom’s skin…so she won’t get burned by the scorching sun.Have you heard what dad said about the ozone layer?About the ozone layer...
He placed his hands flat between his slightly beating mother's shoulder blades and began applying anti-breasts on her back.
The sun-sun-scalding skin is burning.
He massaged from the back of her neck to the depression of her waist, using slow and gentle movements.
A few minutes later, as his mother became more and more surrendered, his hands were parked along her body on both sides of her body, smearing her sides until his hands climbed up to her breasts.
She still allowed her son to do so, so he held them from below in his own hands.
She raised her upper body to give him more room to play, and he saw that her nipples had become hard and swollen.
It will be more convenient to face it on the top of the sky.
Oh, Max…
Come on, what do you want to say... Be more friendly...
He grabbed her shoulder, turned her over and let her lie on her back.
She was soft and weakly fiddled with by her son, as lazy and undying as a big doll; Max's throat was tight, and he knew that his mother would accept everything.
Black-framed glasses covered her eyes.
Her white breasts, with huge purple flowers, spread out on her tanned breasts.
Max held them gently and greedily with his oily hands, as if he wanted to turn them into his own and began to apply them with cream.
He stroked them, kneaded them, letting his fingers pinch the hardened big nipples.
His mother's mouth was half open, and he could see the tip of her tongue and a row of neat teeth.
Max…enough, now, enough of your paws are playing with them…
No, that's not enough.How exquisite, they are my mother's beautiful breasts... They are so pure and flawless.It is necessary to have severe protection, otherwise they will not only be tanned, but also sunburned.
He kneaded them smoothly for her, and he was tempted to manipulate the elastic and generous flesh.He teased the tip of the erect from time to time.
He whispered: Your toes are tense.
Max, you want to...
The sweet voice... he held his hands tightly, grabbed her breasts, and made the purple-red crown swell.
He leaned down and bounced them with his tongue.
The medicinal aroma of sunscreen cream is mixed with the smell of sweat.
As if to give himself a step, his mother picked up the "Paris Race" she brought with her, spread it in front of her, and set a screen between her and her son...but everything else was at his disposal.
For two or three minutes, Max played with his mother's breasts, manipulating them in a persistent, almost compulsive way, as if he could not feel their elastic consistency in his hands.
The sunscreen cream has penetrated into the skin, and he can better feel the touch of his mother's skin.
The nipples were unscrupulously firm and betrayed my mother's sexual excitement at this time.
Max put more anti-bacterial breasts in the palm of his hand, sliding from his mother's chest toward her lower abdomen, pulling down her swimsuit as if peeling off a very thin green cortex from his mother's skin.
He pulled his swimsuit all the way to the edge of his mother Bea's pubic bone.
Max!
What?You have to apply some there too!
Before her son could peek at her female organs.
Biya rolled over and lay down on the big bath towel again.
She buried her face in her son's arms.
Max took off her swimsuit and she did nothing to stop him from doing it.
Max…Are you sure no one can see us?
I'll see if someone approaches...I'm sitting...Don't worry...I'll put cream on you...everywhere, everywhere...in all your hidden little corners...
He saw his mother Bea trembling and he quickly took off his swimsuit.
His penis was so hard that it was curved and his partially exposed glans burned.
He felt like his mother was peering at it through his arms.
He patted her on the buttocks and made her move.
Your big ass is naked, mom... naked, and her whole body is snow-white.
Shut up, you naughty... perverted son... you should feel ashamed!
Her voice was hoarse.He leaned over and kissed her ass, then used his hand to spread the buttocks near her mother's butt and saw the anus inside.When he saw it, he felt like he wanted to laugh.
There is a small black hole in a big white butt...
Oh my God, this kid is so stupid!
The baker will knead out good bread.
He knelt on a towel between his mother's legs, which forced her to spread her legs further away, revealing the furry hills under her anus and the gaps that opened under her hip groove and the edge of the half-open vagina.
Max started kneading her ass with his greased hands.
He pushed them forward and backward, pulling his mother's genitals, opening the vagina more and more, revealing the pink flesh folds on the mucosa, all soaked in the secretions.
What you do is too naughty and disgusting.Max...
He spread her butts and pushed them upwards, and Biya knew what her son wanted to see at this moment, and she couldn't help but raise her waist and show him what he wanted to see.
I'm going to give you some cream here... How delicate, subtle something for women...
She trembled as his fingers touched her mother's anus and then remained motionless.His fingers were spinning over the purple dots, as if to erase the tiny wrinkles that emerged from the crater.
The same is true here…a more subtle thing.
Max...
He weighed the warm, gap-shaped genitals and bent his fingers into the slit.Biya sighed and gasped, her son's fingers slid in the folds looking for her clitoris.
Max…you promised…
I?I didn't promise anything, you dream.Back on your back.
No; that's enough, Max!
If you don't want me to see your face, you just need to read your "Paris Race"... What I want to see is not it...
Like a drowning woman holding onto a float, Biya picked up the magazine and asked her son to turn her around again.
Oh my God, Max...Max...
Her face was hidden behind the pictorial, lying on her back, helplessly in the sun, her thighs spread out, and her wide slits of flesh yawning in the black tufts.
And her son was masturbating for her, gently, with his fingertips, watching with passion what he did to her.
Max, Max…you have to be careful, at least…the house…
Don't worry, I'm very careful...let myself go... enjoy...it's good, isn't it?
He pushed away the soft and moist stamens and stuck his fingers into his clitoris, its red flesh burrs bulged like a crown.
He bent down and sucked one of his nipple in his mouth.
Under his palm, his mother's vagina opened anxiously and greedily; he pushed his fingers into the vaginal cavity.
Biya was shocked by a violent spasm, and then fell to the ground and inhaled in big breaths.
Are you here, mom?He whispered.
Tell me, are you here, huh?
She was still shaking, with an arm resting on her own face.He knelt again on the ground and turned his attention back to his exposed clitoris.
I'm going to apply some cream on your clitoris, would you mind?It's all red...it shouldn't be sunburned...
Under his careful caress, his mother quickly began to breathe again.
He continued to tease her clitoris with his fingertips until she cummed again, this time the rough, beastly scream he often heard from the bedroom when Commander Dad fucked her.
He threw the Paris Race that fell on his mother's face to the ground and hid it.
Mother?
What?
He teased her gap, pulling his fingers in and out of her genitals that were spilling out of love juice.
We are very good, you and me, right?Aren't we very good?
No, Max, that's very wrong.Oh, Max…I don't know how to think about it.
You just need not think.
He inserted two fingers deep in her vagina and then retracted them, pushing them again.She seemed reluctantly accompanied by this action, against her wishes, as if she was crawling in place.
You're very careful, isn't you? No one is coming?
Don't worry, how many more times do I have to tell you?Say, mom... do you want me to touch your place, or touch your clitoris?Is it the vagina or clitoris?Which one do you like?
His mother remained silent.
My girlfriends prefer someone to hand-shoot them, but married women seem to prefer someone to take care of their caves.
He now put three fingers together and pushed them in.
His mother bent her knees to open her body better and make herself more comfortable.
He pushed hard until he could feel her uterus bulges at the end of one finger and pulled them out.
The guy from Cavalaire yesterday... does he have a big dick?Did he stuff it on you?
Max!Don't you feel ashamed of saying this?
He turned his fingers and twisted them deeply.
You like this, don't you, when someone opens your acupoints.You like someone to touch your clitoris, but you prefer that your vagina is opened.
His fingers moved back and forth, making a slight slap on the splash.It was sticky and hot inside, all wet, and it sucked him in.
Does he have a big dick, mom?tell me……
You made me angry!I didn't pay attention!
you say!Where did you do it, in the hotel?
No……
So, where?tell me.
On his caravan…
Max tried to imagine the scene.His mom, Bea, also started to get excited, and she still remembered it, talking about it while he masturbated for her.
Did he masturbate and masturbate for you?
She shook her head negatively.Max, three fingers stuck deep into her vagina, continued to tease her clitoris with his other hand.
Did you give him a blowjob?
Since she didn't answer, he insisted, gently pinching her clitoris, repeating his question.
His mother sighed hoarsely and lowered her head in shame.
He tried to imagine her giving a man a blowjob in a caravan.
Tell me, mom, do you want me to put it on you too?I want it, too.
No!You can't...it's incest, Max, you can't...
He wanted to laugh.What a great comedy actress Ah!
Turn around...
Why?
I like it more...I like your beautiful ass...
Max…reasonable…I don’t want to…you can do nothing, well, you promise me?
don’t worry……
He turned her around and pressed his belly under her hips.
She immediately raised her waist and offered herself.
He used one hand to penetrate her gap and guided his glans with the other.
He sank suddenly.
He didn't move as he went deeper.
He grabbed his mom's breasts and from below, he pressed against her ass, implanting them deeply into her.
He could feel his mother's buttocks swaying under him, gently.
He did nothing, she was ups and downs.
He felt her vagina expanding and then tightly around his cock, as if to suck him in.
Oh, Max…you are so...so hard…
He didn't immediately understand that she was talking about his cock.
She shook faster under him and he heard her sigh.
He closed his eyes.
Mom Biya's buttocks were tightly clamped under his belly and loosened.
Around his glans, my mother's genitals were warm and sweet, like a mouth sucking it.
Are you coming, mom?
Yes…oh, this is bad, this is bad…
She stirred faster, buried her face in his arms again, letting out her usual hoarse scream before pausing.
They just kept it like that, no movement, one on top of the other, one inside the other.
Max then sat up against his forearm and glanced in the direction of the house.
Is there anyone there?his mother asked.
No.
Then you...you...
He didn't come, no; he was deliberately restraining himself.
You are still... very hard...
Did she and his father speak the same way?The man who slept with her in Cavalaire?
Mom...you know what I want...
What?
They were whispering.Max slapped on his mom's wet body, whispering in her ears.How soft, stretched, open, burning the heat waves under him!
He put a hand into her abdomen and instead of removing his penis from his vagina, he slipped a finger between his mother's hips and stroked her anus.
I want to try it here... in the back... I've never done it...my girlfriends don't want to.They said that was dirty...
She didn't move, as if she didn't hear her son's request.He insisted, using his fingers, pushing his fingertips into her anus.
Here?Can I, mom?Can I?This elegant...
If you want...
She spoke so softly that he guessed what she was saying more than he heard.
He immediately stepped back and knelt down.
His mother bent her knees without thinking, stuck out her butt, spread her thighs, and lifted her waist.
He saw the purple frills of his anus scattered on the wide slit of his vagina.
A little pink color appears in the center of the brown patch.
He trembled and muttered to himself, thinking that it was certainly not the first time she had given herself to a man in this way when she saw her pose so easily, and he guided his penis with his hand and aimed at the open anus.
…Yes, give me your ass, bitch!
Oh, Max…
lie……
He pushed the tip into the tight hole; his mother's hips were shaking.
His slender glans pushed in; it was much tighter than before, and it hurt a little in the process, but he liked it, and he forced it into it excitedly.
As soon as the glans disappeared, he felt in surprise that the glans had opened inside after passing by.
After passing, his entire cock slid into the cavity.
His mother moaned softly.
Oh, Max, Max!
Oh, mom, do you know?Am I fucking you?Yes, give it to me, your big ass.Oh, I love it, you can't imagine how much I like it.
He shook frantically, holding her hips, even though her knees hurt as all the weight that supported their bodies through the towel pressed against the hard floor tiles.
And you, mom, do you like it?you say?did you like it?tell me……
Yes...yes...oh, Max... don't be excited, my dear, you hurt me...and...Max...
Yes...what...yes?
Feeling the front of me, she whispered, with your hands...
Max was immersed in happiness by his mother's accomplice tone, put his hand under her belly and searched through her slit.
Where is it?he asked.
Up or down?
Yes...here, here!
He had just reached his clitoris.
Then, while fucking his mother Biya, he began masturbating for her with his fingertips.
She moaned from time to time, and every time he entered her body, it did not stop, the monotonous complaining, did not rise, always stayed at the same sound level.
Now his cock slid as easily inside her mother's anus as in her vagina.
Tell me, mom...can I do it now?
But yes, my dear…of course…don’t back down, and above all, it’s awful!
He let go of his hand, and the cum gushed out, causing both of them to scream at the same time.
Oh my God, said his mother.
Oh, my God…what did I do…?
He was weakened by pleasure and he no longer had the strength to keep her.
She pushed him away from her back and stood up.
He thought she would run home with her swimsuit, but she walked naked to the pool and got in.
He heard the sound of water and knew she was cleaning.
His eyes closed, he lay on the towel, his hands folded.
A brief drowsiness enveloped him.
When he woke up, he saw his mother put on her swimsuit again, and she even covered her breasts, and she was reading a book, sitting next to him.
Am I asleep, mom?
Yes…you shouldn’t sleep in the sun, it’s awful…go to soak yourself…
If you go with me.
He took her hand and led her toward the pool, still naked, she was wearing a bikini.He caught the look she looked at the garden.
You shouldn't let your father...even Maria shouldn't see you naked, Max...
He jumped into the water and pulled her behind him.They started swimming.Then they returned to the ladder and sat in the warm water, full of dead insects and petals stretching to their necks.
Your sister will be back tomorrow, I don’t know if I told you.
Maria told me about this.
He grabbed her breasts underwater.
He thought he would be rejected, but she allowed herself to be touched.
Curiously, he pulled his swimsuit aside and took out his breasts.
The breasts were shaking weakly, floating in the water like a large jellyfish.
He took out the other one and started playing with the two.
His mother leaned her elbow against the ladder and looked at him unresponsively.
You don't have to... when Lorraine comes here...
We will be careful...
No, we won't do anything, Max...Lorrene is not a fool.
He pulled her nipples, deforming her stretched breasts in the water.
I like to touch you very much, mom, I like it very much... Let me touch your private parts again...
Max!You are making trouble.
He slides his fingers under her bikini triangle and pushes it into her vagina.His mother closed her eyes and leaned against the ladder.
Stand up, Max said.
I still want it.
She stood up and leaned against the ladder, and he pulled her swimsuit away from the bottom and put it on.
He quickly took her into the water and pressed her onto the ladder.
She was at her mercy, and he saw that she had no physical happiness, she did it for him.
So he gave up on what he wanted to get and quit.
He was annoyed (he didn't ask her to give alms, damn it!) He started swimming again and saw her climb up the ladder and pull up the strap of her swimsuit.
Mother?Max?are u there?
Her sister!That was Lorraine's loud voice.
Oh my God, Biya said.
Max...
She picked up her son's swimsuit from the towel and threw it to him.
He quickly stuffed it into the water.
The next moment, his sister's slender figure stood in front of them.
She was tanned, combined with her African-style hair and her thin, thin arms and legs, she reminded him of an African female model who had a brief moment in the process of Mrs. Figaro's commercial.
She ran towards her mother in huge wooden heels, wearing shorts and a blouse, waving her long arms.
Mom, you are so tanned!Oh, and a Brazilian swimsuit!It seems that there has been a change!
She pounced on her mother's arms, and they kissed and laughed.
But I thought you would be back tomorrow?
Oh, this is a great story, I'll tell you.My bestie’s boyfriend had to come back early, so I took his ride.We just arrived from Marseille… It was so hot, hotter than Corsica!
Hugging each other, the mother and daughter walked towards the house while chatting, and Max continued to swim.
He felt abandoned.
The annoying people are back and the party is over.
After a moment, he frowned.
Lorraine has many friends, she will not be punished, she will be free to go where she wants to go; she will not rot here every afternoon, she will surely go to Escaret with her partner like every summer, and during this time he and his mom will be alone...
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