27 Blowjobs Ch. 02

I wrote the first part of this over a year ago and then wrote the majority of this part not long after, but it just wasn't quite right and fell into the void while I was focused on other things. Finally got round to wrapping it up.

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It's been four months since my mum first sucked my cock. Unfortunately, all good things must good to an end. Rules are rules. She opened up her heart to me and made me an offer. 27 blowjobs. Nothing more. Nothing less. Well, three less actually. I only got 24 in the end but I had fallen in love with her and I wanted more. I'm like a modern day Icarus. I flew too close to the sun. I might regret missing out on the last three for the rest of my life but I would have regretted hiding my feelings even more.

It really doesn't feel that long ago that she sat me down beside my abuelo's pool after his funeral and told me about their relationship. She spoke almost in a trance about the fling she had with her father when she was 18 years old as the two of them grieved over the passing of her mother. They never had sex, but she sucked his cock 27 times. She had fallen in love with him, but he ended their relationship before it had the chance to engulf the two of them forever.

Mum moved to England to escape her sadness at the end of their relationship, met my dad and then had me. Over 20 years later she had fallen in love with me too. Just like she did with her father. He told her not to pursue it because of the impact it would have on our relationship, and she agreed. But after he passed away those feelings of grief that became love swelled up again and she revealed everything to me.

I was stunned, but instantly obsessed. The way she told the story was intoxicating. It's one thing to tell me you used to have an intimate relationship with your own father, but it's another to do it in such excruciating detail. The way she had talked about their first night falling into lust for another hooked me like nothing in my life ever had. She offered something similar to me. I wanted it. I got it. It was as simple as that. By the end of the night she had sucked my cock for the first time, with the promise of 26 more to come.

I knew I would fall in love with my mum from the first moment I kissed her. She's incredibly beautiful and loves me like no one else can. As she guided me to the most incredible orgasm of my life I knew there was no way 27 would ever be enough. I had to convince her more was possible. You didn't fuck your dad, but you can fuck me. You had a fling with your dad, but you can have a serious relationship with me. That relationship ended, but this one never has to. They had their rules but we could have our own.

And listen, clearly it didn't quite work out that way. But I had to ask.

It's fun to reminisce I suppose. I loved when mum did it. She once told me she could remember every second of every blowjob she gave to her dad, despite the 27 years that had passed. I get it now. I remember the 24 so vividly and the ways in which our relationship developed as the days and weeks progressed. I remember falling in love with her a dozen times so I can't say for sure which one of those was the actual moment it happened. But the blowjobs? I remember everything.

The first 14 actually happened on consecutive days. Every single one of them during our time in Spain. I was only supposed to stay for a few days after the funeral but mum kept begging dad to extend my time off work. They might be going through a divorce, but she still has some influence over him, especially in a time of mourning. It bagged me a two week holiday so I can't complain. After blowjob number 1 on the night of the funeral, she sucked my cock on the next 13 days in a row as we lived together in abuelo's house and dealt with his estate.

Dos / 2

The second blowjob happened in the evening of the following day. We got home late after our date night and public blowjob and fell asleep cuddled up on the couch. The morning after was weird. I didn't know how to act around her or what our relationship now entailed. I already knew I wanted to fuck her but it was way too early to risk talking about that so the idea was to simply enjoy the experience for a while. I was instantly comparing myself to my abuelo. Did she want me to be just like him? He had been strict with the rules and ended the relationship too prematurely for her liking, but he still let her enjoy his cock when she wanted it. Was it my job to be as passive as he seemed to be, or could I chase the high of the previous night?

Mum was herself. At times it was like the previous night hadn't even happened, not because she was cold with me but because she seemed capable of getting on with her life in a way that I couldn't. Occasionally there was a smirk or a glance and I could tell she was thinking about it, but we didn't talk about it. I was in a daze and no help at all in dealing with my abuelo's affairs. She went to Seville for a few hours to collect some documents from her aunt, giving me a chance to compose myself. I went for a swim in the pool and then froze myself in a cold shower. I was sunbathing when she returned, ignoring a couple of emails dad sent me that day about work I could complete before returning to the office.

"Are we doing anything tonight?" she asked, after sitting with me for a while and updating me on her day.

"I might stay in tonight." I replied, panicking. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but it was a cowardly performance. I was desperate to rediscover the flame of the night before but I was drowning in the reality of what we had done, and terrified of the self-imposed ending we had already set for ourselves.

I braved my way into it by the end of the night. I showed incredible courage, joining her on the couch to watch some TV. She must have noticed me staring in her periphery, because after one too many glances her way she muted her show and called me out.

"What are you looking at?" she said, her tone soft. I suppose she had been in this position before, though something told me she handled it better than me.

"Nothing." I replied.

"Are you nervous?"

"A little bit."

"Don't be." she said, reaching over and squeezing my hand. "It takes time to process these feelings. Papá and I were patient. I didn't plan for it to happen so soon, but you seemed sure."

"I was sure. It was one of the best experiences of my life."

Mum smiled warmly, and I got lost in the beauty of her eyes once more. It was still incredible how much had changed in the space of a day. And that really was enough. "Can we do it again?" I asked, and her face lit up just as it did the night before when she decided she couldn't wait until we got home and she was going to suck my dick on that beach.

She wasted no time in falling to her knees, slipping off my shorts and putting my dick into her mouth. Our first had been a lustful rendezvous on the streets and beaches of Cádiz. Our second was me nervously asking for more on the couch after avoiding her all day. I knew she deserved a little better than that. But from the second she was on her knees it was as if there was no difference at all in the buildup. She sucked me with the same intensity that she had the night before, desperate to drain every drop of cum out of me that she could. She made love to my cock, again, leaving me squirming into my abuelo's cushions as my orgasm took hold and I filled her mouth.

She cleaned me up and then sat with me, resting her head against my shoulder. "I will do it whenever you want," she told me. "But there's no rush."

Tres / 3

No rush. Absolutely. That's why I took my third the next day. I did try to skip a day, so you know, give me some credit. I just failed because she's hot.

There were fewer nerves that day, and I put myself to work helping her around the house. She had warned me he was a hoarder, and it wasn't like I didn't see all the boxes, but fucking hell it was hard work. He had so much saved from her childhood that held sentimental value to her, and she cried a few times as the day went on. Her devotion to him was quite emotional to see in such raw moments, and it was unbelievable to think she had compared the way she loved him to the way she loved me. I was desperate to love her in the same way, and it was inevitable.

I helped out as much as I could, and there was still so much to do when mum called it a day. We ate together a couple of times and then received a few guests who knew mum when she was growing up and had similarly retired from Seville into Cádiz. They told me stories about her youth, and how popular she was with all the boys. It had been considered a national crisis when she moved to England and married a Brit.

I did my absolute best to go a day without. I didn't want to rush through all 27 in 27 days. But she caught me staring again, this time in the kitchen late at night, just before we both planned to go to bed. It was the pyjamas. The innocent pyjamas. I never would have taken a second glance before because they're literally just pyjamas but the little shorts, the tight tank top and the lack of a bra. It got me.

She called me out and we laughed about it. I told her it wasn't my fault she always looked so good. Smooth. I saw her lick her lips and that was that. I asked for another and she dropped to her knees in front of the fridge. She drove me to another incredible orgasm, the sight of her bouncing excitedly on her knees as she drained me enough to get me hard a second time. "That's three." she said, kissing me on the cheek and heading off to bed with my taste still on her breath.

We never kissed before our second and third time together, something that had to change. It was time to show a little more confidence.

Cuatro / 4

I didn't want to wait around all day waiting for another late night tryst so I made my move early. I was desperate to show some initiative and give her another kiss. We had breakfast together and then went on a stroll into town to grab some supplies, but that was as much waiting as I could handle. I sat her down when we got back and asked her if kissing was allowed before every one of the blowjobs. She said it was allowed but not required and I never made the move on either of the previous two nights.

I told her I wanted to kiss her every time from then on, and her smile warmed my heart. I moved in to plant my lips on hers and we started smooching on the couch. I leaned in to her hungrily, almost straddling her as my libido took control. It felt amazing to taste her again, and to use the heat of the moment to put a hand on her waist and then her hip, before stealing a squeeze of her a bum.

I pushed a little further as her tongue wrapped around mine, bringing my hand onto her leg and sliding up her thigh towards the hem of her little black dress. I edged closer and closer to heaven, but she stopped me in my tracks. "Naughty boy." she whispered, well aware of my game. She moved her hands to my shorts and started to move them out of her way, before she clambered onto her knees and wrapped her lips around me for the fourth time. She went hands free for a portion of that blowjob, effortlessly massaging my cock between her lips and tongue as her fingernails tickled my thighs. I came hard, my body bucking back against her as she swallowed down my load.

Taking the early blowjob provided a new challenge, and it took a herculean effort not to claim a second of the day later that night.

Cinco / 5

Number 5 was different, because we spent a fair bit of it chatting as she jerked me off. I tried to go a day without again to show I could be patient, but ended up kissing her after we finished cleaning up after dinner. We made out against the countertop, her hands reaching into my shorts to knead my cock and balls as our tongues danced. I loved pressing my body into hers, feeling the shape of her curves against me.

We scurried into the front room to continue, but she kept working me with her hands after getting onto her knees. I leaned back and watched her massage my shaft with both hands, pre-cum leaking out of me and spilling onto her skin. "You're getting more confident aren't you?" she teased.

"I can't help it. I just need more and more."

She giggled, leaning in to kiss the head of my cock a few times. "I love making you feel good, baby. I could do it forever."

My cock throbbed at the thought. "I could go for that, if you're ready to ignore this 27 times nonsense," I teased right back. She scowled back at me and went quiet for a while, focusing on my pleasure. It was the first time I pushed back on the rules. She sank into my balls and sucked on them as her fingers twirled around my cockhead. "Do you remember your fifth time with abuelo?"

"I remember them all," she said, looking up at me. "Do you want me to tell you about it?" I nodded quickly, desperate to hear more about the 18 year old girl who fell in love with her father. "He picked me up from a night out with my friends. I was wearing this shiny pink satin dress and it was so gorgeous. It was tiny as well. My thighs were all on show. Papá loved my legs."

My cock pulsed again and more pre-cum followed. She kept working me, leaving gentle kisses on the underside of my dick between sentences. "My English was quite bad then but one of my friends was an exchange student from Scotland. When papá pulled up she said he was very sexy and I thought this girl doesn't know the half of it. I used to tell my friends about the older man I was hooking up with but I couldn't say who it was. I just told the stories. They thought he was a footballer."

"When we dropped off my last friend and it was just us I told him I was going to suck his dick when we got home. He told me I wasn't because I had been out drinking but I told him to smell my breath because I wasn't drinking at all. I stayed sober because I knew I wanted to suck him that night and he wouldn't do it if I was drunk. He didn't believe me at first but I convinced him when we got home. He still felt the guilt quite heavily, until the moment that it slipped away. I was kneeling next to him on the sofa when I got his dick out and he leaned back and let me do my thing. He had such a big load ready for me that day."

I was grinding into the couch, rolling my hips as she jerked me close to orgasm. I loved hearing her stories, and I needed to hear more. "Can I ask a question about the rules of our agreement?" I asked her.

"Of course."

"Does this count as one of the blowjobs if you make me cum with your hands?"

She pouted, before running her tongue from the base of my shaft to the tip of my head. "I used my mouth a few times." she argued, before wrapping those gorgeous lips around the head. She bobbed up and down, her eyes locked on mine as she pushed me to the edge for the fifth time. She swallowed every drop before licking her hands clean.

Seis / 6

We went into Seville the next day to spend some more time with family. It wasn't much of a challenge to act natural in front of them, but it was still a little unusual. The last time I saw these people was the funeral, before everything started. These secrets weren't new for mum, and there was no risk of it slipping out accidentally, but it was an interesting dynamic.

One of my cousins is named Lucia. She's the same age as me, and we're pretty close despite the fact we were raised in different countries. It's barely worth mentioning honestly, but an interesting facet of that day was finding her more attractive than usual. She is naturally beautiful, but before I was intimate with mum, I never would have noticed her in the way that I did because she's family. The taboo was hooked into my veins now and there was no escaping how hot I found her. Incest is a drug unlike any other.

On the drive home I talked to mum about something that had been on my mind since the previous day. "When you were telling me that story yesterday, about you and abuelo, there was something that stuck with me."

I brought the topic up with zero lead in, so mum laughed before nudging me to expand. "Tell me more." she said.

"I noticed it was you who made the move. Was that common in your relationship?"

"Pretty common. It was me a lot more than it was him."

"So he just got a blowjob when you were in the mood?" I asked.

"If he got a blowjob every time I wanted to give him a blowjob, he would have gotten 27 blowjobs a day."

Could I handle 27 a day? I'd like to die trying. "I'm bringing it up because it's kind of hot to imagine you so desperate to suck his dick that you make your move on him. I was thinking that if you were making the move, you must really want to do it. It feels a little bit selfish of me to approach you when I want one, not knowing if you are actually up for it or if you're busy or something like that. I was thinking that it might be better for you to come onto me when you really want to suck my dick."

Mum squeezed my thigh, and I almost asked for a blowjob there and then just at the touch. "I would waste them all too quickly. You might enjoy that for a while, but the fourth blowjob of the day wouldn't be as fun as you think. It's better if you decide."

It was crazy to think that the only reason she didn't want to be in charge of when the blowjobs happened was because if she was, she would drain me multiple times a day. That's how desperate she was to suck my cock. It was weird because she seemed so composed going about her day, but the way she answered made it seem like all she wanted was to be on her knees for me.

"I'm going through them pretty quickly already." I said, noting the 5/5 ratio we had achieved so far.

"There is never a time I won't want to do it, so don't worry about it, Sam." she said, quenching my doubts confidently.

"I do like the idea of you coming onto me though. Even if it's only a couple of times." I replied, fighting hard for the privilege of being seduced.

Mum laughed. "Okay, were you planning to do a blowjob today? Tomorrow?"

"Today probably."

"Okay. Today I will make the move. You just go about your day and when I want it most, I will tell you."

I took that as a success, and prepared myself for a day of side eyeing her wondering if that was going to be the moment she made her move. I completed some work dad had sent me, helped mum carry some paint she was selling to a neighbours place and changed into swim attire for an early evening by the pool. Every time I bumped into her I wondered if it would be then, leading to a tent filling my shorts constantly in her presence. I went for a swim before we ate dinner together, and then slipped into the shower. I prayed she would join me there, but it wasn't to be.

The surprise came as I entered my bedroom in my towel. She was sat on my bed, waiting for me. "I want to suck your cock." she growled, and I rushed in her direction as my towel fell off onto the ground. She stayed in her spot and I stood in front of her as she took my dick in her mouth. I had been momentarily soft after the shower, but she quickly changed that. I put a hand on her head, guiding her down my length as she devoured me further with each passing. She took me deep, my cock pushing into her throat as her tongue escaped her lips and flicked at my balls. Every inch of me disappeared inside her, my cock and balls a slobber covered mess by the time she finished me off.

I lay in bed with her afterwards, kissing her. I knew I had to plan for her to make the move again. The tension of waiting was enough to drive a man insane, but the payoff was magical.

Siete / 7

On the seventh day we reminisced some more about my abuelo. Mum was finally ready to make some decisions regarding his paintings. There were hundreds throughout the house, some finished and others left to go unfinished forever. Mum intended to keep some for herself and share the rest among family. We put a few up around the house as well. Mum ended up deciding to keep about 25 more than she planned so I had to go into town and get some more boxes to begin the transfer of them over to London.

We ended up setting up a couple of easels and making some art of our own on untouched canvases we found in the garage. Mum was skilled, painting a landscape from a fictional world she had created for one of her novels. "Papá taught me the basics a long time ago." she said, before laughing at my attempt to draw a river and some trees. "It's really good." she lied, before we flicked paint each other's way for a while.

For the record, that is one of those moments that I fell in love with her. The blowjobs are one thing, but it was the romance that really tugged at my heart. Two people, in love, painting together. I could have done it forever.

"I was thinking something." I told her, later that evening. "After you broke up with dad, but before you fell for me, did you ever think about getting back with abuelo?"

"It never crossed my mind." she said, and she was always honest with me so I had no reason to doubt her.

"Really?" I still asked. "I just thought because the reason you broke up with him was because he wanted you to have a life of your own. A family of your own. And you did. But after the breakup you could have gone back and said that you completed your side of the bargain and now you could finally... you know... finish the job."

Mum laughed, putting her fork down so she could focus. I started digging into my own dinner as she spoke. "My feelings for you changed quicker than you think. By the time I visited papá it was only to ask for advice on pursuing that relationship. But even before then, no. Things change. Years pass. Our relationship was different and neither of us were truly the people we loved anymore."

"You've said it so many times that you have no regrets, but man..." I said, drifting off because I didn't want to give too much away. Like how I would live with that very regret if she never wanted to go further. "I wish I could have known you when you were 18."

"I was so sexy." she giggled.

"I know. I stare at the pictures when you're busy. You're even sexier now."

She laughed again, and told me I was just as handsome as she was pretty while we finished dinner. We sat outside afterwards and stared up at the stars from our deckchairs, and she promised me she would extend my trip again the next morning by telling dad she needed me for longer. I was so close to going a day without a blowjob, and almost drifting off to sleep in the cool evening breeze when I heard her whisper to me. "Can I suck you?" she asked, waking me up in an instant. She was chewing on her lip, and I nodded quickly. "Are you sure? I don't want to rush you."

"I want it so bad." I said, and she moved in my direction. I stood and we kissed beside the pool, before she dropped to her knees. The sound of her slurping on my cock was only muffled by the grasshoppers. Or the crickets. Not sure which one is which. It was another sloppy blowjob and my orgasm ripped through me so hard that I almost lost control of my legs and stumbled into the pool. We kissed for a while afterwards, before returning to the stars.

Ocho / 8

Our 8th time was a blowjob of opportunity. Mum didn't swim or sunbathe as much as me, but decided to enjoy a lazy day by the pool for once. She was in a black one piece swimsuit and looked unbelievable. After I saw her baking in the sun I slipped into my own swimwear and joined her. As I gawked at her through my sunglasses I decided that a blowjob in a swimsuit would be a nice treat. She always looked amazing and had sucked me off in gorgeous dresses and semi-skimpy pyjamas, but this could give me an even better view.

"You want to go for a swim?" I asked her as she read her book.

"Maybe later." she said, spoiling my plan to have a grope and a kiss in the pool.

"Do you want to give me a blowjob?"

She slid her sunglasses down her nose to look at me, and I kept mine up to hide the look in my eyes. "You're a slut Samuel, do you know that?" she teased, before dropping her book on the floor.

I approached quickly, kneeling on the side of her deckchair and kissing her. I lifted her sunhat off her head, tossing it aside as she dug her nails into my jaw. "I just can't get enough of you wearing that." I said, tickling her thighs with the tips of my fingers. We swapped placed and she got comfortable between my legs. It was probably the lowest cut cleavage I had seen her in since this relationship started and I made the most of the view as she made love to my cock for the 8th time. After she cleaned me up I jumped into the pool naked, swimming a couple of laps as she sat down and watched me from the edge, kicking her feet in the water. I rested in between her legs, cuddling into the meat of her thighs and praying one day she would wrap them around me for real.

Nueve / 9

I tried to skip a day again, but mum had other ideas. I was resting by the pool after a morning of calls with dad and others colleagues when she joined me. She had skipped on the swimsuit and was in a bikini instead, a much skimpier look that I greatly appreciated. Her halter neck bikini top made her boobs look incredible and her bottoms felt like they were a size too small for her bum.

She sat with me as she put her sunscreen on before making a beeline for the pool. She jumped in and didn't wait long before asking me to join her. We swam around and splashed each other for a while before falling into a kiss against the side of the pool. We were in the deep end, but I was able to reach the floor at that depth, so stood and held her against the wall as we kissed. I pressed into her, and there was no doubt she could feel how hard my dick was against her body.

"Sit on the edge." she breathed into a kiss. We moved to a shallower depth and I climbed up onto the side, with mum slipping my shorts down my legs soon after. I watched them float away across the surface of the water as mum took my dick into her mouth. She sucked me as I leaned back onto the warm tiles at the edge of the pool and watched her envelop every inch of me over and over, her tits sitting perfectly just above water level to provide me with an even better view. I filled her mouth with my cum before bouncing around the deep end with her legs wrapped around me. It wasn't exactly the leg wrapping I had prayed for the day before, but it was a step in the right direction.

Diez / 10

The sleepiest blowjob I have ever received, even if it didn't take her long to wake me up. I was passed out on the tanning ledge in the pool, letting the sun bake me. Mum had been inside finishing a draft of a new book, having found the motivation to write for the first time since her father passed away.

I woke up to her beside me, hand stroking across my abdominals and her lips pressing into my cheek near my ear. The light smacking of the kiss brought me back into reality. "I want to suck your dick." she whispered.

It seemed almost like a dream, my brain still foggy for a moment. "Huh?" I said, as she lifted up on her knees to tower over me and cover the sun with her body. I squinted and admired the view. Another bikini, this time floral coloured and strapless up top.

"I need to suck your dick."

It must have been a good sleep because I was wrecked coming out of it, but I agreed and started to slide my shorts down my legs. She got on all fours between my legs and started bouncing on my cock desperately. Whatever had come over her, she was horny. The deeper she sank down my dick, the better the view of her arse poking up into the air. I had given her bum plenty of squeezes when we kissed, but this was one of the better views I had ever gotten of it.

It was probably the shortest blowjob she had ever given me, because she was feral and aching for my cum, using her lips and tongue to claim my load in double quick time. I later found out she had been writing a love scene in her novel and it got her excited. No complaints from me.

Once / 11

Back to Seville we went for family engagements. It kept us out of the pool after a few lazy days and three consecutive swimwear blowjobs. Mum looked incredible though, in a white dress not dissimilar from the one she wore on our first date. We delivered a few paintings we had packed days earlier and went out for tapas. Mum was still talking about selling the place eventually, but I was still pushing for her to keep it. More of the family agreed with me, because they wanted to see more of her after all those years she had spent living abroad.

We talked about it more in the car home. I argued she didn't need the money so what was the point in losing a place like abuelo's in a gorgeous city on the coast on Spain, so close to her family. I was more than happy to visit a few times a year and make the most of it, even if she didn't want to. She still wasn't convinced and it didn't make much sense to me.

We went out in the city after we got back, taking in our second tapas of the day and taking a stroll down the beach. When we passed the place she first sucked my cock I couldn't help but point it out. "That was a crazy risk. If we got caught I would have lost the other 26 while we served our time."

"We did get caught." she reminded me.

"I'll never forget that couple for minding their business. Did you ever suck abuelo's dick outside?"

"In our garden." she answered. "Well, our first was on somebody else's property as you know. But after that, only the garden. He cared for mamá's flowers for a while after she died but I suppose he moved on in the end."

"The painting took over."

"It did." she said, leaning into my shoulder as we walked.

After we got back home we ate, incredibly, homemade tapas. Something greedy came over us that day. Mum asked for a massage that I gladly delivered and then we kissed against the wall outside of her bedroom. It was slow and sensual, my fingers grazing up her stomach and tickling the bottom of her bra through her dress. I had been tempted for a few days since she started sucking me off in her bikinis, and finally the courage needed washed over me.

"What are the rules on... topless... blowjobs?" I asked, enough confidence to ask the question but not enough to deliver it with conviction.

"If you want, Sam, I'll do it for you." she replied, the answer coming much easier than I anticipated. I tried to remain calm as she grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me into her room, sitting me down on what had been my abuelo's bed. She fell to her knees, and dropped the straps of her dress over her shoulders, pushing the bodice down over her chest and onto her waist. Her boobs were already spilling out of her bra when she reached behind herself to unhook the strap.

I watched as she slipped off her bra and her incredible tits fell into place. They were full and still firm, with darker areola and hard nipples pointing in my direction. Her skin tone was naturally darker than mine, but after her first extended stay back home in a long while, she had clear tan lines across her boobs. "You're so fucking sexy," I said, and she brought her forearms up to squeeze them into her chest briefly. Ideal for me, because when she let go I got to watch them bounce back into position again. I was addicted to watching them move as she went to my waistband and started pulling down my shorts. "I thought it might be against the rules."

"It's okay, baby. Papá liked seeing my boobs as well." she said, starting to jerk me off.

"I bet he did. I should have asked sooner."

"I thought you would. Papá asked me the first time."

"Really?" I said, my heart dropping into my stomach as I watched her hand slide up and down my length. "I thought he was too strict for that."

"Every single time he would ask to see my boobs. He loved them."

"Every time? 27 times?" I replied, the pain palpable on my face.

Mum laughed. "Yes, every single time."

"Are you telling me I could have seen your boobs every time if I just asked for it?"

She was twirling her tongue around my cockhead, spreading her spit all over. "You're in charge, baby. If you tell me to go faster I go faster. If you tell me to go deeper then I go deeper. If you tell me to suck your balls, what do I do? If you tell me to take my bra off, then I take my bra off. Papá asked but you didn't."

I fell back onto the mattress, looking up at the ceiling as she engulfed my cockhead and started sucking tightly on my glans. "I can't believe I used up my first ten blowjobs with zero boobs to show for it."

"Lucky number 11." she said, slipping off my cock for only a moment before getting back to work. I moved on from the devastation pretty quickly, wanting to enjoy the view of her tits and make up for lost time. I loved watching them shake with the movement of her body. The blowjob itself was as incredible as always, with mum becoming much more experienced with my cock and all of its favourite moves. She worked me expertly to another orgasm, one of the biggest loads I had ever provided her with. We kissed for a while afterwards, her chest pressing into mine as I pulled her onto her feet.

"Still can't believe abuelo was 10 steps ahead of me with your boobs." I said, following her out into the kitchen so we could both grab a glass of water. She fixed her dress, leaving her bra behind on the bedroom floor.

"Get over it." she teased.

"I don't even know what rules we're operating under. What is actually allowed aside from the blowjob?"

"I don't know." she said, scrunching up her face. It didn't seem like she was used to thinking about it in this much detail. "The blowjob is the limit. Anything else you can ask for, but I have the right to say no."

"What else did abuelo ask for?"

"He didn't ask for much." she told me. "Except the boobs. He always asked for them."

"Did he fuck them?" I asked, eager to see if there was anything else I could get out of her. She pinched my arm hard. "Ouch!"

"He never fucked them. A titwank is not a part of a blowjob."

"Neither is a handjob but you've given me loads of those."

"That doesn't count." she said, walking ahead of me towards the end the front room to settle down on the couch for a while before bed.

"Did he cum on them?" I asked, stopping her in her tracks. She had a mouthful of water but turned to me with a smirk. I smacked my hands together in celebration. "I will keep that in mind."

Doce / 12

I don't think this one will surprise anyone. We spent the day together and got through some final jobs around the house. Mum had extended my holiday for as long as she could, but it was almost time to go home. We still had a couple days after this one to enjoy before our flight back home, but this life changing holiday was heading towards the finish line.

In the evening we played some card games outside. I took some pictures of her by the pool and then after taking my phone off me, she pushed me into the water. I climbed out and chased her through the house, hugging her tight after catching up with her so she got a little drenched at least. It turned into a kiss quickly, and for the first time I was able to undress her partially. I undid the buttons of her blouse, taking it off her and then unhooking her bra. As it fell to the ground between us I reached for her chest, squeezing her tits in both hands and pinching her nipples between my thumb and index fingers. I knew groping was allowed during kisses so took the leap, and she moaned into my mouth as I did so. Her tits felt incredible, and it was such a relief that playing with them wasn't off limits. "I'm going to cum on them, okay?" I growled, giving her plenty of warning of my intentions. She took my hand and guided me to my bed, sitting me down and falling into place between my legs.

It was as magical as ever. For the 12th time she sucked my cock into submission, allowing me to stand towards the end in preparation for my cumshot. She refused to give up my dick until she drove me to orgasm herself, only giving me a second to wrap my hand around the head and aim at her tits. I covered them both in a few ropes of thick cum as she took hold of them and squeezed and bounced them together for my viewing pleasure. I told her to rub it in, and she did, using her fingertips to spread my seed all over.

Afterwards she told me she used my bed and not hers because I was soaking wet, so I picked her up and tossed her in the pool for good measure.

Trece / 13

I was a tourist on that thirteenth day. Mum was visiting some friends and I had very little work to do so I decided to finally take a proper look around. Cádiz is a beautiful city. I had seen parts of it but nowhere near enough. With the freedom to explore I got myself out of the house and took a look around. I went up torre tavira, an old city watchtower that provided beautiful views from up high, before checking out the cathedral. I spent a couple of hours in the old town exploring the various shops and pubs that piqued my interest. I finished up with a long walk down the promenade, getting some steps in after almost two weeks with no gym and too much time on the sun lounger.

Mum was home by the time I made it back. "Did you have a good time exploring?" she asked me.

"It's beautiful." I answered. "I need to get a shower. I've been sweating all day."

"It's been a hot one."

"Care to join me?" I asked, pulling off my t-shirt.

"You're just trying to see me naked. That's against the rules."

My suggestion wasn't entirely serious, though the idea of getting a shower with her was an exciting one. "I still don't know how these rules work." I shouted to her as I turned the water on, before closing the door behind me and preparing to burn the sweat off me.

After five minutes and with shampoo still in my hair, I heard the door crack open. I slid open the shower door and she approached quickly, still wearing her pyjamas. She met me in a kiss, the water soaking her clothes in an instant. She washed the shampoo out of my hair before I lifted her tank top off her. Her tits felt even better in the warm water. I turned her body, bringing her tight to me, my cock pressed into the low of her back. "The shorts have to stay on?" I asked, and she apologised with a kiss. She spread shower gel on her chest, and I cleaned the sin of incest off of her incredible tits, massaging and teasing her nipples until she could take no more and dropped onto her knees.

She sucked my cock beneath the downfall, my body shielding the brunt of it from coming down on her face and distracting her. Clouded in the steam and with both of our bodies heating up from the hot water, she drove me to another intense orgasm. I decided not to waste my load on her skin given the shower would clean it off before I could enjoy the view, so she gladly swallowed every drop.

Catorce / 14

I genuinely planned to avoid getting a blowjob on our last day in Spain. We were just too busy. We dealt with everything we needed to do in Cádiz first, preparing the house for an extended period with no inhabitants. Fridges and freezers were emptied, and small packed lunches were prepared for the airport the following morning. We cleaned up as much as we could.

Then we headed into Seville. A last chance to see the family for a little while. All the aunts and uncles and cousins. We were treated to dinner, a few drinks and a whole lot of laughs. It had been great to reconnect with them more. I could have seen more of them but spent most of my holiday chasing mum around because she was my new obsession. Admittedly without that relationship I wouldn't have stayed more than a couple of days, so in the end it all worked out nicely for everyone.

We had both had a couple of glasses so it would be a taxi home but after some emotional goodbyes we took one last stroll through the city mum had been raised in. It was a chance to reminisce on our time together, and the love affair that had started so unexpectedly two weeks before. Mum was even wearing the same white dress from our first night.

"Have you had a good time?" she asked me. We didn't walk hand in hand in Seville. More people knew her there.

"Best time of my life," I answered, before doubling back. "Minus the funeral part."

"How do you feel about everything? I wanted to check in with you for a while, but things have been hectic to say the least."

"I feel great." I answered. It was true, though I still wanted so much more. I didn't know how to tell that part. "It's been quicker than I expected but honestly, it's hard to turn it down. I don't know how abuelo did it."

"Well, he felt all sorts of guilt. You don't need to feel that way. I just want you to enjoy yourself."

We were headed towards the main gates of the graveyard, with the intention of one final goodbye. "Do you feel guilty?" I asked her, as we passed through and onto the winding path towards the family plot. There were more than a few generations of us buried here.

Mum was silent for a moment, but confident when she spoke. "I don't. This is my second time. I knew what I was getting myself into. Things will be different when we get back home. We will return to normal life, and we need to adapt to the distance."

I had thought about that. Back to work, and we wouldn't be living together anymore. It would be a change from the most intense fortnight of my life. I was well aware I was burning through the blowjobs at an electric pace, though I had no idea how long I was supposed to make them last. She said her affair with her father had lasted only a few months, but I was almost halfway through my allocation after two weeks. Some patience wouldn't go amiss though, and saving myself between them might make me enjoy them even more. I doubted I was allowed to spread them out over the next few decades though so I would try and settle for a few months.

She spoke in Spanish at abuelo's grave for a short while, before sitting with me on a bench nearby. "You were very lucky to love each other the way that you did. And I'm very lucky you love me the same way." I said as she rested her head against my shoulder. I knew the future was full of question marks but no matter what happened, I would never regret the adventure she took me on. I probably should have told her there and then that I was in love with her, but I bottled it. "What did you tell him?"

"I just thanked him for a happy life. He gave me everything I needed." she answered, before scowling at me. "You need to improve your Spanish, mi amor. It is not good enough."

I laughed, but she was right. I wasn't too bad in my early teen years, but so much had now escaped me. We left the graveyard soon after, walking along the canal for a while. She guided me through the streets, pointing out places that had been important throughout her life. She stopped at one, looking up at the sign and then frowning. "What was this?"

"This was the car repair shop. The mechanic."

A place of legend. She sucked his cock here for the first time. It looked like a bakery of some kind now. "You weren't trying to recreate it, were you?"

"Maybe!" she said, laughing. She put her hand against the door, which looked fairly new. "We kissed here and then the door pushed through."

"And the rest is history."

"Exactly." she said. I walked towards her and kissed her in the same spot. Our lips smacked together loudly on the quiet streets, but I couldn't quite will that door to open for us like it did for them.

"I know the perfect spot." I told her, though it was going to require some patience. We booked a taxi and began the journey to Cádiz. Mum talked the ear off the driver for most of the journey. We pulled up near La Caleta beach, the place she had first taken my cock into her mouth. It was even later than last time and the place was mostly deserted. We had a flight to catch in about 8 hours, but choosing a blowjob over sleep was an easy decision.

She ran into the water and I gladly followed, the water up to our thighs when we kissed again. She pulled the top of her dress down, pushing her bra down her torso rather than unhooking it. I caressed her tits impatiently, squeezing and kneading my hands into her perfect curves. Under the moonlight she guided me towards the place she first made love to my cock, and she did it again.

She drank in every inch of me, devouring me with all of the love she had laid bare for me over the previous two weeks. She knew me so well. Everything I liked. Everything I desired from her. She knew how to take me close to the edge without pushing me over it, holding my orgasm at ransom for as long as she could until it became simply too much. I roared in pleasure, stealing my cock from her and aiming it at her chest. After the first ropes splatted against her skin and dribbled down onto her nipples, I pushed the head of my cock back between her lips and let her clean me up. She kept bobbing her head back and forth for as long as I could handle it before it was just too sensitive to go on.

She pulled up her dress without cleaning my cum from her tits, walking through the streets back home with my seed staining her. We slept in the same bed, her body curled up against mine.

I had passed the halfway point, which brought me back down to earth with a thud. One day I would tell her how our lives could be if we forgot about the rules. Hopefully I would manage it before it was too late.

Quince / 15

The flight went smoothly. We took the train home from the airport. I got off at mum's stop to help with her bags, dragging a couple of big cases through the streets and feeling a sense of relief once I saw her apartment block. I thought of kissing her before we went our separate ways, but settled on a hug. It was a self-inflicted reminder that we weren't really together. We only kissed as part of the agreement.

It was difficult saying goodbye to that two weeks. It was the best experience of my life up until that point. I wanted the happiness it gave me forever, but reality was beginning to set in. I presumed it would never be as good as it was, because we would be seeing each other less so the future of our agreement would be less spontaneous. I worried I would end up taking the blowjobs during the rare opportunities we got to spend time together.

I suppose I had to take it as a challenge. Keeping the spark alive was part of the fun.

Returning to work was tough, but there was always something going on to keep me occupied. It wasn't too long until pre-season of the football calendar begun too, which is when we were able to travel from club to club and work with their fitness and conditioning staff. Dad had covered more of the workload during my absence so he put me right back to work and took a couple of days off for himself. I couldn't complain about that.

Mum and I text throughout each day. She had a few busy days after getting back, catching up with some engagements she had been putting off during our holiday. She attended the book launch of one of her friends, which bagged me a couple of gorgeous selfies when she was trying to choose between dresses. I chose the booby option, and she chose the alternative.

I planned to last a week before making my next move. It was a challenge I failed, but four days wasn't too bad. My cock felt like it had entered a state of depression without her, and wanking was so boring when it was trying to follow 14 incestuous blowjobs. I text her early in the day, asking if we could catch up that night. She offered a takeaway. It was a date.

Mum and dad sold the house I grew up in after splitting up, sharing the profits and getting their own places. They were both keen to downsize. Mum's apartment was the nicer of the two, high in the sky with huge windows and a lovely view of the city. We ordered from a kebab house, treating ourselves to a grease feast after two weeks of healthy eating and tapas.

"How is work?" she asked me, after she caught me up on the gossip from her writer friends.

"Not too bad. Dad put me right to work after all that time off."

"I don't think you can argue with that."

"That's what I thought. I did just spend the last two weeks kissing his wife." I joked, and she fell back into the couch laughing. "What about you? Get any more chapters done?"

"Not a word. I've had too much going on. Too many plans," she said, a reminder that she was able to return to normal life and not be shadowed by the constant horniness and the fear of this all being over before too long. "How are you dealing with the change?"

"I wish we were still over there, but it's not too bad. I just need some time to get back into the swing of things and it will get easier. I still want to see you as much as possible. If this does anything for us, then I want it to make us closer. Even when it's done."

"I want that more than anything," she agreed, a string of doner meat hanging from her mouth as she said it. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I think that's why I have been against moving to Cádiz. The arguments you and everyone make for it are sound and there is no better time than now to go back home. I just worry that I might become my father, and our relationship will suffer like mine did with him. Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"I had to leave Spain to accept my relationship with him was over. I am scared that if I leave as soon as ours is over, the same thing could happen. The distance will hurt us. I know that if I stay then even if it is difficult for a while afterwards I can still force you to be my friend. And eventually we will both move on. I want to be here with you to navigate what comes after, because last time I did it alone. Papá did it alone. It wasn't good for either of us."

Her certainty at the finality of number 27 was a tough one to take, but perhaps it would help me move on as well. I had been so sure I would tell her that I wanted more, when the time was right, but was it more important to protect the relationship we had then and make sure the relationship we had after was as strong as it could possibly be? I didn't know for sure what I would do anymore.

"I understand. There's no rush on you leaving. I don't want things to change between us after this is done. But don't sell up. You can move there when the time is right. I want to keep the spark alive that we have now as well. At abuelo's it was so easy to enjoy all of that time together. I'm worried now that our relationship will be more structured because we won't get to see each other as much."

Mum laughed. "We are not going to lose the fun, baby." she told me. "I promise you that. I still have permission to come on to you, don't I?"

"You do."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"I just didn't want it to feel like every time we see each other, it needs to happen, you know?"

Mum nodded her head. "I understand. I am happy to just have dinner with you and catch up. We can save it for another time."

"Well... wait," I said, suddenly realising my mistake. Mum just giggled. "I did kind of want one tonight."

"I saw your face drop," she teased. I almost talked myself out of a blowjob. "I'm going to finish my dinner first if that's okay with you."

It certainly was. The kebab was barely behind the blowjob in things I desired most. I finished before her, cleaning up a couple of trays and washing my hands before watching from the kitchen as she finished her own. Her kitchen and living space were open plan, only the bedroom and bathroom afforded a space of their own. It was raining outside, a summer shower that felt extremely fitting.

She was sat on her couch cross legged. When you have such a strong crush on someone, literally anything can be hot. Because that was hot. I walked over to her and leaned down to plant a big kiss on her lips, before standing back up. She glared up at me. "My hands are greasy." she moaned, but my cock was already beginning to stir.

"Since when did you need them?" I argued back, dropping my pants in front of her. The glare became a smirk and she leaned in to kiss along my hardening shaft.

"I missed you." she told my cock, enough to drive a man wild. She took the head in her mouth and had my dick as hard as granite within the minute, bobbing back and forth effortlessly as I ran my fingers through her hair. She released me to play with my balls, my cock draped across her face as she slathered her spit all over me. My cock released a helping of pre-cum onto her forehead. I wasn't sure she had even noticed.

She eventually pushed me back and climbed off the couch, leading me into her bedroom. I shuffled after her, my pants still at my ankles. She washed her hands in the en-suite and returned without shirt or bra, before telling me to lie at the top of the bed. She lay on top of me for a while as we kissed, before crawling down my body to take me back inside her mouth. She soon drained me of another load, the first in her very own bed.

It was a slightly weird night. Mum showed me the fire in our relationship was burning as bright as ever, but she made it very clear that the day this was all over was coming. She was thinking about what came after, prepared to move on. Maybe it was time for me to do the same.

Dieciséis / 16

I argued with myself about accepting the end for a few days. My main takeaway was that whether I was going to tell her about my feelings or not, now wasn't the time. For selfish reasons mostly. If I told her early and it had a negative impact on our relationship, the rest of the blowjobs might never happen. If she had to call an end to our affair, she might do it early. It was better to enjoy the ride first. I could worry about the big reveal once my cock had been inside her mouth 12 more times.

It was only a few days before the next one occurred. Mum was attending a convention as her and some other writers were going to be hosting a panel. She managed to get me a guest pass so I could tag along and check out some of the stalls. She introduced me as her single son to a few of her fans, when they stopped to ask for an autograph. They all loved her so much that marrying me to be her daughter-in-law seemed like a worthwhile endeavor. It was almost scary.

We went out for dinner with some of her friends afterwards, opting for Thai cuisine, before splitting off from the group and getting a drink in the darkest corner of an old pub. "Would you get married?" she asked me, elbows on the table and her chin and cheeks resting in the palm of her hands.

"I guess so. I just assumed it would happen eventually."

"Do you want to do it for yourself, or would you be doing it for your girlfriend?"

"I would have a good time but she would take priority."

"Your dad didn't want to get married to be honest. He did it for me." she told me. "But when he set his mind to it he could be very romantic. His proposal was amazing."

"How much did you love him?" I asked. I was eager to know how it compared to the way she felt about her dad, and me. She had said we were the only people she ever truly loved, but had claimed to have loved dad as well.

She sighed, turning to her drink as she hesitated to answer. She took a swig before bringing her eyes to me. "You will find somebody to love that makes you happy. He made me happy and I loved him. It's just different."

"Would you get married again?" I said, following one question with another.

"I wouldn't get married, but I don't want to be lonely either. Maybe if you give me some grandchildren I will be satisfied."

We kissed for a short while in the corner, before mum was spooked by people taking the table next to us. We took the tube to her place as I intended to drop her off before going home myself. We stopped under a bus stop to avoid another summer downpour, making out for a while as she pressed her thigh into my crotch and teased my dick. "You can stay over if you want." she breathed into me between sloppy kisses, before we got sick of the wait and faced the rain head on.

We were kissing as we entered the elevator and my jeans were undone by the time we left it. She was on her knees seconds after we entered the front door, which she pushed me against before sliding down my body. She took out her tits and then sucked the soul out of me, inhaling every inch of my cock, her nose squished against my pubes as she held on for longer each time before retreating to take a breath.

She was completely cock hungry and it gave me a hunger for something more. "I'm going to cum on your face." I said, choosing to present it as a statement rather than a question. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, her velvet tongue driving me to ecstasy.

I regained control of my cock at the last second. The first shot was like a bullet, striking her upper lip and exploding onto the skin around the impact zone, some drops firing back my way and the rest splashing onto the floor around us. She tilted her head then, taking the next few ropes from chin to forehead. "How the fuck am I supposed to give this up?" I asked as the pleasure jolting through my body finally subsided. She had no answer for me. Rubbing my cockhead against her lips as my seed seeped down the skin of her pretty face was an unforgettable sight, and a solid consolation prize to an answer.

Diecisiete / 17

It was over a week from 16 to 17. It was hard not to follow up the facial with another as quickly as possible. We were both just busy with this and that. I went up north to give some presentations before the start of a busy season. Taking two weeks off hadn't helped productivity, so I had a lot of catching up to do before a busy period for the company began. Mum was focused on her own work, starting to feel the weight of deadlines catching up with her.

She showed up at my work just before noon. I was about to pull myself away from the laptop and have some lunch when she showed up with a couple of bowls of chicken salad. It was a nice surprise to see her. She dropped one bowl in front of me. "Is that okay?" she asked.

"It's perfect." I said, already keen to dig in.

"Is your father here?"

"He's probably in his office."

She slipped back out for five, presumably for divorce stuff, and then returned to our unplanned lunch date. We caught up for about half an hour, all of it pretty standard stuff, but she had one more surprise in store for me. "Do you think I could give you a blowjob in here?"

I can't imagine how my face looked. "Are you being serious?"

"Yeah." she said, leaning forward in her chair. "I thought it would be hot."

"What about dad?"

"I'm only going to do it if you can lock the door. Do you think I'm crazy?"

I wanted it from the second she asked. The look on her face was enough to tempt me. I was just in shock for a moment. I jumped up to lock the door and pull down the blinds over the window in the corner of my office. When I turned back she was on my side of the desk, leaning her bum against the wood. She spent so much of her time in dresses and skirts that it was nice to see her figure in some skinny jeans. Her hips, thighs and bum looked incredible. I lifted her onto the desk as we kissed, her legs tight around my hips as I sucked on her tongue. "This is naughtier than usual." I said, voice contorting halfway through when she pushed her hand inside my tracksuit bottoms.

"Sit down." she commanded, pushing me back before unbuttoning her blouse. She reached into her bra to pull her tits up and out of the cups, the pair of them sitting higher than usual as they rested on the bra beneath them. She might not be willing to completely strip off in case of emergency, but she still gave me the view I loved so much.

She pulled down my pants and took me in my chair. The idea of someone coming in and her hiding under my desk was exhilarating. But there were no near misses on this occasion. My phone vibrated a couple of times but there were no knocks on the locked door or video call requests on my laptop. I was nervous though, for the first time in a while with her, which added to the experience. After I filled her mouth she rose up to kiss me, reminding me that she could still surprise me when she wanted to. The lunch was all a ploy to suck my cock in my office, and I loved it.

She fixed her bra and blouse and slipped out within a couple of minutes of finishing me off, my eyes following her arse until she disappeared from view.

Dieciocho / 18

The break here was even longer. It was close to two weeks from 17 to 18. Admittedly, mum was ill for a good week of that. She was stuck in bed. Chest infection, sore throat, constant coughing, headaches and no sleep. I operated as nurse every evening after work. I even did some writing for her while she croaked out lines to me. She would edit it into something readable once she was better. "Do I get writing credit for this? I'm seeking early retirement." I joked, and she hated me for it when her wheezy laugh turned into a painful cough.

It was the first time in a while life crept back into normality. I was just a guy looking after his mum while she was sick. I suppose that's easier to do when you know she will get better, and you've still got 10 blowjobs left when that happens. At one point she joked that she didn't look very sexy to me anymore and that was about as close as we got to referencing our ongoing affair.

A couple of days after she could start looking after herself again, she invited me over. She told me I should only come if I wanted a blowjob because she wanted to give one, and she was still wary of deciding when too many of them happened and rushing me through my quota. You know I went over.

We ate dinner and relaxed on the couch watching a movie, before she got bored and surprised me with a question. "Which blowjob has been your favourite so far?"

"Oh man," I said, retreating into the photographic memory I have of her lips wrapped around my cock. "I love them all but there's something special about the first and last ones in Cádiz, and that one you gave me here a few weeks ago after the convention."

"When you came on my face?"

"That's the one," I said, laughing. "Maybe I should have asked first."

"It was so hot." she assured me, squeezing my arm. The something special I was talking about was that with each of those we had kissed in public, which offered me the fantasy of a reality in which we could be together unashamedly, but it was probably best to avoid expanding on that. She slid her hand down my body and into my shorts, playing with my cock as the conversation continued.

"What's your favourite?" I asked, opening my legs up and feasting on the massage she was giving me.

"The first is always my favourite. It's the same with papá. The first time is when you chose to be with me and trust and love me in full. Everything after that is just the cherry on top."

"What if you couldn't choose the first?"

She bit her lower lip, and I watched her sink into her on memories as she tried to choose. "I liked the one in the shower," she finally said. "Ask me tomorrow and it might be different. Do you want to cum on my face?"

"I'm glad I reminded you of that." I said, more than happy to help if she enjoyed it so much. She got between my legs and sucked me sensually to another orgasm. I couldn't even stand when she pushed me to climax, instead sitting at the edge of the seat and shooting from there. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, catching some of my load while the rest hit her nose and pooled in her eye socket. I used a finger to dig it out, before serving it to her as dessert.

Diecinueve / 19

This took place a couple of days later, and it was fully planned after the long break while she was ill and some flirty texting. It was the longest blowjob she has given me, as she spent about an hour edging me using her hands and mouth. I wasn't sure how I would handle it but it was a lot of fun. We might have gone longer but neither of us were disciplined enough and after being denied orgasm a few times I just couldn't take it again and told her a moment too late.

I covered her tits in a thick load of cum which she cleaned off herself hungrily, swallowing it down before tending to my aching balls for a while longer. She didn't seem too upset that her tease had come to an end.

Veinte / 20

This one happened on mum's birthday. She was turning 46 years old, and we were going out with some family friends to celebrate. The blowjob came before the night out. She insisted she sucked my cock on her birthday, but didn't want to get too drunk and miss out. She told me to get ready early and then come over, and she would do it before she got ready. That worked for me too. I didn't want to lose a memory to a hangover.

I got to her place in the early afternoon, and did very little as she took calls from family to wish her feliz cumpleaños. She showed me a few dresses she was thinking about wearing and I chose the one that was shortest and tightest. "I'm getting too old for this one." she said, but she was being dishonest. She knew she looked good, and was just prodding me for compliments.

I had an idea in mind to celebrate her birthday that completely stepped out of the incoherent rules our relationship was built upon, knowing I could just present it as a joke when she turned me down.

"I have an idea. It's my second gift to you," I said. When I asked what she wanted for her birthday, she answered that my dick was enough. I still bought her a winter coat she had had her eye on for a while. "I was thinking we could flip this whole blowjob thing around in the other direction. I would be willing to sacrifice one of my blowjobs if you want me to eat you out for your birthday."

"Don't be silly." she said, throwing a pair of socks at me.

"I'm not being silly. It's the perfect birthday treat. 26 blowjobs for one time between your legs. It's only oral so we're no overstepping."

"The vagina is off limits, Samuel." she reminded me, using my full name to hammer home her rejection.

I decided not to tell her it was a joke, which was a lie anyway. I wanted her to remember how willing I was to go down on her. "Your loss." I moaned. At least she went with the dress I suggested.

She sucked my cock about an hour later, wearing nothing but a skin tight black bodysuit that she was planning to wear under her dress. She answered a phone call as she worked, jerking me off and licking my cockhead like a lollipop while I squirmed in my seat. The transition into a Spanish language blowjob was extremely sexy. The way she slipped my dick back into her mouth the second the call was over was even sexier. "This is my perfect birthday gift." she slobbered out as she took me to the edge, before accepting every drop of my load as a present.

The celebration was fun. Dinner was great and it was fun to watch her dance around in that tight dress. The shape of her in that thing was fucking unbelievable. I took a taxi home with her to make sure she made it into bed safely, though she wasn't as drunk as she promised she would get. She cooked me breakfast in the morning, making the sleepover more than worthwhile.

Veintiuno / 21

The most shocking blowjob of the bunch. Or I suppose the second most shocking actually. The 1st will always take that crown.

It was almost 4am when my phone rang waking me up. She was outside my place, rushing me to get to the door. I shot up in a panic, no idea what could have happened for her to be here but terrified at the prospects.

When I opened the door she dived at me, ravenously kissing me as her nails scratched down my bare chest and went into my pyjama pants. "Fucking hell," I said while she ripped off her coat. "I thought you were in trouble. How did you get here?"

"Taxi," she said, kissing me again, a wet messy kiss that covered my chin in her spit. "I need to suck your dick so badly baby. I want you to fuck my face."

Fuck man. For a moment it sounded like she was asking me to fuck her. My heart exploded in momentary delight. So close.

"What's up with you?" I said as she ripped off her top to reveal braless boobs. She was insatiable and dropped to her knees, looking up at me with her mouth open and her tongue resting on her bottom lip. There was nothing more to say until I had quenched whatever was happening to her. I placed my stiffening cock onto her tongue and started to slide it into her mouth. She didn't close her lips at first, letting me push deeper until my balls were pressing into her chin.

I grabbed the back of her head and held her tightly against the hilt of my cock, repeating the motion over and over. Her eyes started to water after a while, but the fire in them each time she looked up at me begged for more. I started to speed up, fucking her throat faster as she gagged on my length. The wet sounds that escaped her mouth were like a drug, and I chased the high over and over until tears were streaming from her eyes.

When I pulled out, thick drool clung from the end of my cock to her chin. When it finally fell loose it splattered her tits. "Don't stop." she begged, but she wasn't in charge. I returned to fucking her throat but when I wanted a break to give my cock a rest, I took it. I rubbed the shaft and head over her face, and she chased after it with her tongue and tried to claim it for herself. She had been horny before, but never like this. She was breathing heavy between the fucking, trying to catch her breath.

Her lips eventually grew too tight for me to escape, so I pushed myself over the edge as my balls nestled into her chin, filling her throat with my cum and holding in place until she pushed against my hips in retreat. She fell back on her heels, going close to limp. I watched the deep breaths lift her tits over and over, staring down at the spit soaked mess she had become. I pressed my cock back into her lips and she helped clean up any excess cum, before I lifted her to her feet and sat her on a nearby couch.

"What was that all about?" I said. When I looked her way, she was almost blushing. A rare moment of shyness seemed to be escaping her.

"I had a dream about you doing that to me." she said. "I'm sorry. It was too much."

"It was perfect," I said. I leaned in to kiss her, leaving a few pecks on her lips as she pouted nervously back at me. "You're so fucking sexy. I loved it.

"I was lying in bed telling myself not to do it but I couldn't fall back asleep."

We cuddled in bed for a while and once the small helping of modesty left her she admitted it felt amazing to come and take exactly what she wanted. With her hungers satisfied, she found it much easier falling asleep.

Veintidós / 22

Our 22nd time was preceded by what felt to me like an important step in our relationship. This was when I started to convince myself once again that telling her about my feelings was the right thing to do.

It was as simple as a kiss, but it was a kiss that was only a kiss. Every other time our lips touched it was before, during or directly after a blowjob. This time it was just a kiss. It was romantic. It was the kiss of two people who were in love with one another.

It happened on a work night. We went to a pub quiz, but neither of us went beyond two drinks. We finished 4th out of ten teams, which wasn't too bad for a two player team. We hadn't made plans after the quiz but I was still going to walk her home before getting the tube back to my place. It had been a chilled out night, with no relationship talk, and it didn't seem like either of us was going to rope the other into a blowjob.

The kiss happened spontaneously, and didn't stop for a while. We spent long minutes kissing, but it was different to how we usually kissed. No one made a move, my hands stayed on her back and neck and her usual move into my pants never came. It was simply a romantic kiss. The goodbyes afterwards were nervous, and a different kind of shy to how she had been after the face fuck. I watched her enter her building and then went home.

The next night, we kissed the same way but ended it with a blowjob. To be clear about how quickly things started moving around this time, blowjobs 22-24 happened on consecutive nights. We never acknowledged the romantic kiss at that point, but we still repeated it. We were in her kitchen, topping up our drinks after finishing another takeaway. We kissed for maybe 10 minutes, our tongues dancing slowly in the darkness. It was the little things, like the way her fingers traced my skin. I knew the end was approaching, 27 seeming closer all the time. Maybe this was the beginning of a permanent goodbye. Making the most of our last experiences together.

I'm only human, so I went for her tits eventually. Things heated up pretty quickly after that. Her shirt came off, my dick came out and then she stated to suck it. The classics. We moved into the front room so I could sit on the couch and lean back as her head bobbed in my lap and her tongue hit sensitivities I didn't know I had until she started taking care of me. I came in her mouth and the countdown hit 5 to go.

Veintitrés / 23

The next night followed a similar pattern. We spent the night together in an overly romantic sense compared to our usual. We passionately kissed on the couch after watching a movie. It felt like it lasted longer than the previous days smooch, and that was before the main event of the kiss even began.

Mum sat me up, and then climbed in my lap. This wasn't the first time she had straddled me, but it was the first time she did it while sat in my lap like that. Previous times I had been lying down in bed. She lifted her tank top over her head and then started to grind into my crotch, stopping so I could rearrange my cock and place it into a more comfortable position for both of us. We continued our kiss as she dry humped me, the fabric of my trackies and her shorts the only thing separating us. There was no question her pussy was sliding right along my hard dick, which pressed back against her. She released muffled moans into our kiss as I unhooked her bra and grabbed at her tits desperately.

She eventually kneeled beside me and sucked me off on the couch. Her tits pressed into my thighs as she leaned over me. I could reach over and give her arse a squeeze as her body was curled up so close to me, leaving a couple of spanks on her for good measure. She wrapped her tongue around my cockhead relentlessly until I started to jolt in orgasm, shooting up into her mouth. As gravity stole some of my load from her, she slipped back down my shaft to mop it all up.

We kissed afterwards and I teetered on the edge of asking her again if she wanted anything more out of me but chose in the moment to let this new thing develop naturally.

Veinticuatro / 24

The next morning I was making plans with her again. I couldn't help it. It felt like we were on the edge of a breakthrough. I got out of work early and met her in a park close to her place, and we went for a walk. Unfortunately it seemed like she was ready to start letting me down softly before I got too overexcited.

"Sorry if I have been weird recently." she said out of the blue, after we had caught up on work updates.

"I don't think you've been weird."

"It hasn't felt like too much?"

"Our definitions of too much are going to be pretty different at this point." I answered, more honest than anticipated. I didn't need to spell it all out here and now but there was no reason to act stupid. I think she understood because she went quiet for a short while.

We found a bench near a small pond, and the tension was palpable. "I want you to tell me how you feel." she said, crossing her leg to turn her body inward towards me.

I took a deep breath. "I feel the same way you felt with abuelo," I didn't know whether to use the word at first, but found the courage to do so. "I'm in love with you. I know you have tried to prepare me for the end and it's going to be easier for me than it was for you, but it's still going to be really difficult."

She seemed relieved I was able to admit it. She had probably known for a while. "Am I crazy for wanting to do this but sticking a deadline on it?" she asked. "I've never been able to answer that for myself."

"It's incest. We're all pretty crazy. Me, you and abuelo," I answered, and we both laughed. "Maybe this is the only way it could work. If you took me back to the reveal and told me it would hurt this much when we got close to the end, I would still do it."

We watched some people feed the ducks for a while, and then went back to her place. She had cooked up a stew for us both, and it only needed warming back up. Given mum had referenced the slight change in our relationship, I had no idea whether to expect the romance of recent experiences. She might try and keep it strictly professional, so to speak.

Thankfully the mood was quite light, and I suppose I felt good having admitted I was in love with her. I hadn't asked for more yet, but it was step in that direction. "Can I ask you something?" I said as she dished out a bowl for me.

"Of course. You don't need to ask."

"What was your original plan for our relationship? How did you expect it to go?"

"What do you mean? I thought it would be similar to me and papá, and that's what we've been doing."

"That's not quite right though. This 27 times thing we're doing. That was my idea, do you remember? When we went out that first night we went to a bar and I was asking you questions about abuelo and I asked if our relationship would be the same as that. 27 and out. You said it would be similar to that, because it was good to have a limit that we could hit and then move on. But before I was a smartarse and joked about 27 then you must have had an idea of what we might do. If I agreed to your proposition."

Mum had been cooking her stew all day and was very keen to eat it, so her mouth was full when I finally shut up. She chewed and swallowed, leaving me to wallow in my intrigue for a moment. "I was just going to suck your dick, Sam. I didn't think about it in much detail beyond the first one. I just wanted to love you."

"But it could have been 30, right? 50? 100?"

She shrugged, before smirking. "I don't know. Your idea was better than any I had. I was overwhelmed by my feelings, the love and the grief."

"Did you ever think we might have sex?"

"I thought about it," she admitted. "I still do, and I still think we're doing the right thing by stopping. Papá wanted me to have a family of my own. I want the same for you."

"Who said I wanted kids?" I continued, my heart pounding as I convinced myself there was a crack in her armour.

It had felt like a joke at first, but when mum looked back my way she was serious. "Samuel, the decision has already been made. I am sucking your dick 4 more times and then we are stopping."

I raised my hands in mock defence, pretending it was all fun and games. It was funny how ridiculous that last sentence she said even was. 4 blowjobs was a remarkable punishment for my teasing. "You're in charge." I assured her, retreating for the time being and enjoying my food.

Later in the evening, we were cuddled up on her couch, her legs draped across my lap. I was mindlessly running my hands along her thighs when she muted the television and nudged me. "I love you too." she said. "I didn't say it back earlier."

"You said it way before that to be fair." I mused.

"I'm so lucky to have lived through this twice." she continued, the gentle beauty of her face drawing me in closer. I leaned in to peck her lips. "I'm so fucking horny."

I laughed at the whiplash the two comments gave me, before pulling her into my lap so we could kiss deeper. My hand found its way under her shirt and played with her tits, prodding and pinching at her nipples which hardened in my grasp. I stood up, taking her with me and dropping her next to a wall. I lifted her shirt over her head, pressing my body into hers as we kissed. My hands roamed down her sides, over her ribs and then back up to cup and squeeze her tits once more. When I pulled back and looked down at her, something new and desperate washed over me and I sank into her chest, taking a nipple in my mouth for the first time. She moaned loudly into the contact, her hands wrapping around my head and holding me tighter to her chest.

I sucked on her nipples hungrily, bouncing back and forth from one to the other as I fulfilled another fantasy. I sucked harshly, manipulating her tits with my mouth and enjoying the sight of them falling back into place when they slipped from my grasp. I couldn't stop myself, running my tongue all over her soft skin and revelling in the way the texture changed from skin to areola and then onto her nipple. She used her nails on the back of my head, scratching softly through my hair as small moans escaped her lips. When I finally pulled back, there was a moment of hesitation as we drank each other in, our bodies connected again in a new and incredible way. Then she fell slowly onto her knees, the back of her head against the wall as she pulled my shorts down with her.

She sucked on me for about 30 seconds, maybe a minute. I ran my cock along her tongue, similar to when I fucked her face, but now much slower. That was all the blowjob I would get, because 24 was barely a blowjob. Her tits were the new obsession, and neither of us could escape our urges this time.

She took control of my cock, starting to slap it against her breasts, the small ripples that grew from each smack a treat to enjoy from above. She started pressing my cock into her nipples, using the hard buds to tease the sensitive underside of my cockhead. The changes were natural, and we were guided by an unmatched lust and love for each other, but even beneath the desire I could see we were straying into dangerous territory. I spread my legs wider so my dick was lower and began thrusting between her tits, finding little resistance from her as my dick pressed into the cushiony softness between them.

For a while, it was just me in the eerie silence. Then it was both of us, her hands pressing into the sides of each breast and squeezing them together, suffocating my cock in the perfect sin. I once asked if her dad had fucked her tits, and she said he hadn't because it wasn't part of the rules. It wasn't part of our rules either, but I was fucking them now. It felt amazing, and the sight of my cockhead poking out from within her big tits with each thrust was incredible.

I found my rhythm, fucking harder in the tight space she created for me. She grew into it with time, letting her fingers reach around to the front of her boobs and pinching her own nipples. She spat into the void too, lubricating my journey up and down her chest. After a few minutes she released her grip and her tits nestled back into their natural position, before she looked up at me. I didn't know if the lust or the doubt was more prominent. "Sit down." she said, and I backed up and fell onto the couch.

She crawled over and got between my legs, and I waited for her lips to find my cock again as I fell into the pillows. It was a brief eruption of desire, but her calmer head had prevailed and we were back on course. If she was to only treat me to a few minutes of fucking her tits, it was worth the potential telling off.

But she surprised me again. She wasn't ending my time between her tits, she was simply taking over. She squeezed in tight and rested her tits either side of my shaft. I sat back up on my elbows, suddenly brought back into action when she took control. She slipped my cock back in between her tits, clasping her fingers together and trapping my cock back in heaven. She started to bounce her entire upper body, sliding up and down my cock over and over.

She only grew in excitement, her eyes like fire as she watched my reaction to her every move. She juggled her tits around my dick, bouncing them around playfully as my cock pulsed in her grasp. Some pre-cum escaped, further lubricating her soft skin. "Does that make you feel good?" she teased as she let her breasts roll like waves against my shaft.

"So good," I groaned, before she tightened herself around me again. Her entire body started to move, riding up and down my cock as she bounced on her knees. "I'm going to cum soon." I almost whimpered, devastated that the end was approaching.

"Cum for mummy, baby." she said, a type of dirty talk she had never used that pushed me closer to the edge. I sat up further, and started to buck my hips against her as I struggled to contain myself. My cock throbbed in pleasure as I chased the feeling deeper, before exploding in orgasm.

"Don't stop. Don't stop," I begged, wanting her to keep bouncing around my cock as her perfect tits enveloped my entire being. I came hard, shooting a rope onto her neck before the rest challenged gravity before falling back onto her tits, running down her skin and into the crevice that my cock called home. "Holy fuck." I said, panting in euphoria as she released me from her clutches. I fell back into the couch as her head rested alongside my cock. It softened under her gentle touch, her hand tickling from the tip and down to my balls.

There was an anxiety in the air when she got back to her feet. She didn't swallow my cum from her skin like she often did, but cleaned it off with a baby wipe instead. She put her shirt on and I escaped into the bathroom for a while, searching for an excuse in case she planned to blame me. When I returned to her, she welcomed me into her arms on the couch, and I started to relax. There was silence for a while, and then she spoke.

"We broke the rules." she said. I couldn't make out the tone, and her face was cushioned into my arm.

"We broke rules from over 25 years ago. We can make up our own." I argued, keeping my own tone light in case she wasn't upset about what happened.

"It's not a big deal," she agreed, but the end was still in sight for her. "The three left should all be blowjobs."

I wasn't being controlled by my cock for a moment, soaking in the afterglow of my orgasm. I thought of everything we had been through and how close it was to ending, and something told me it was time to speak my truth. "I don't want it to end," I said, speaking from my heart while my refractory period silenced my cock. "I'm in love with you. I want to keep doing this. Let's forget these silly rules and just be together."

"You know that can't happen."

"I'm telling you it can. We're in love with each other. You can choose differently this time."

"Please don't make it difficult for me, Sam." she said, her voice too gentle. It stung, because I knew this was hurting her. "It was difficult last time. I can't do it again."

"I didn't know what the hell I was getting myself into a couple of months ago but the moment you came out of your bedroom in that white dress, everything was clear. I was going to fall in love with you. I have wanted to tell you for a long time and to make it clear what I really want out of our relationship, because this arrangement isn't enough for me."

We had been cuddled together the whole time, and perhaps she thought she could coax me down from the edge, but with that she jumped up onto her feet and paced away from me. "You should go home and think about this. You know it's not possible."

I got up as well and followed her. "I want to be with you. I don't want to make the same mistake that abuelo made."

"If he didn't make that decision, you wouldn't be here." she argued, but that wasn't going to stop me now.

"Maybe it's destiny then. He broke it off with you so this could happen. We were always meant to be together."

"That's a stupid argument." she said, probably right. She was in her kitchen now, leaning against the counter. "You can't live your own life if you choose this. Papá knew that and he sacrificed our love for you. I have never regretted that decision for a second in my life. One day you will understand."

I never anticipated all of this, and it had become a genuine argument. I wondered if she had argued with abuelo towards the end of their relationship. I was now playing the role that she did with him, begging the parent to be with them forever. It was a ridiculous family legacy. Her arguments might have been sound, and admittedly I had always wanted kids of my own, but I wanted her so much more than that.

"I'm in love with you. I want to fuck you, and I want to be with you. That's my choice. If that's not what you want then I say we bring our relationship to an end tonight. The number we chose was arbitrary. I would rather end on something like tonight, when you let your heart speak for itself, than drag it out when we both know there's no hope for the future."

I gagged her a little with that one, and she went quiet for a while. It seemed as if we were silently accepting our fate. She swallowed hard before she spoke. "I understand your decision," she said, a slight quiver in her voice. "From tomorrow we are best friends again. I won't lose you."

"Of course you won't." I said, walking to her side of the table and meeting her in a hug. I held her head tight to my chest, before kissing her on the forehead. "We'll be alright." I dressed myself back up and left not long after that, walking home to fester in the late night breeze.

And that was 24. A little bit of blowjob, a whole lot of fucking her tits and a breakup. I bet no one could have guessed it was me who called it quits, but it felt like the healthiest option for everyone. Continuing after admitting my feelings and being rejected just felt... sad, I suppose. I couldn't really argue with anything she said. My only hope was that I could convince her to ignore history and take the leap of faith this time. It didn't work out that way. She had this taken from her once before, and it gave me life. Perhaps this decision would bring me a family one day too.

**

Life goes on, you know?

It was easier than I expected it to be. I was still so deeply in love with her and I wished she would give this a chance but if I let it cloud every aspect of my life then I never would have be able to move on. Focusing on work and my friends and a few other passions helped. There were still days when I longed to be intimate with her and my fantasies and orgasms were still filled with vivid pictures of her on the end of my cock, but that would probably never go away and at the very least I was able to convince myself that things will go back to normal.

In the two months that followed, we stayed close. I knew how important that was for her. We couldn't end up like she did with her dad. There was still a lot of sexual tension between us, but I was steadfast in my decision and she seemed to respect that. A week after the end of our sexual relationship, she checked in to make sure I was dealing with it okay. I assured her everything was fine and that our future relationship was my priority. She promised to be there if I needed to speak about it, but said she wouldn't bring it up again so we could focus on what came next.

Two whole months. Momentary normality, and then she slipped. And because she slipped, she panicked. And when she panicked, she fled.

That makes it sound a little more chaotic than it actually was, admittedly. She got drunk after a friend's book launch and sent me a text asking if I was interested in number 25. Then she sent me a quite frankly extraordinary picture of her tits. It was the type of picture that could make any man wobble. The type of picture that makes you say, you know what, I will take number 25, and then I'll take 26 and 27 as well if you don't mind. But I stood strong!

I turned her down gently and she apologised the next morning. The hangover fear hit her like a train and she was very embarrassed. We didn't talk much the next few days, and then she hit me with a big text announcing her spontaneous disappearing act.

I'm sorry about the other day, Sam. I am so ashamed. I promised you that I respected your decision but then I did something selfish. I don't want to use alcohol as an excuse and I also don't want to pretend I only feel this way when I am drunk. I love you so much. I loved my papá so much. The worst thing he ever did was tell me no and now I think I have to tell you no. It was the right decision because now I have you. I hope it's the right decision this time. It has to be. I am back in Cádiz. I think I need some space. I have been struggling with my latest draft and being so close is hurting me, because nothing else matters and it feels like the time could be better spent with you. But I need to rediscover who I am without you. It's not my first time running away. I think you were right about your abuelo's place being a new home for me.

I was surprised she was back there, but she clearly needed to work through some of her emotions. Maybe it would be easier with some genuine distance between us. I couldn't help but cling to the lack of certainty in some of her message. It offered me some hope. I could offer her some assurance that things would be okay, but this seemed like it was something she needed to work through in her own way. She knew the kind of relationship I wanted. She had to decide for herself if that was possible.

Over the following days she kept me updated on her novel, in a way she never had before. I was bombarded with updates about the word count and any breakthroughs she had in the narrative. It seemed like she was locked back in. Her stream of world building consciousness was only broken by a second big text about us, which came out of the blue while I was eating my breakfast.

I must be crazy. The one thing I didn't want was to become my papá and at the first sign of trouble here I am. My work is like his paintings. I am in the same house he became a recluse, doing the same thing. I chose to get back into this life and you were right, it was a stupid and arbitrary number but I attached myself to it like it was my escape. Maybe I shouldn't have done this to you because I know what it is like to move on. You seem to be doing a better job than me at moving on. What is your secret? Sam, you need to understand that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I don't want to stop you from having a life of your own. The rules don't really matter, you're right. It could be a stupid number of blowjobs or a thousand times having sex. I would never regret any of it if we could stop, but if we can't stop then you don't get to live the life you were destined to live without me.

It was another step in the right direction. It was important to me that I never begged her, and not just for my own self-worth. I was desperate to be with her but I would rather not if she felt it was genuinely for the best. But with some time and patience, maybe she would convince herself of everything we could be if she just tossed aside rules from a different generation.

I told her that there was no secret to my ability to move on. I just know there are only two real possibilities. Either our relationship continues, or it ends, and I am happy with the life those two options would provide me with. I can make both work because the most important thing is that in both she would still be my best friend and the best mum I could have ever asked for.

'A thousand times having sex' did sound good though, so it was hard to keep my composure. Another text followed a little over 24 hours later.

You were right about our last night together. I let my heart speak for itself. I spent most of that week thinking I couldn't let this end. I wanted to take the next step. I thought if we did something that wasn't within the rules we could talk about a different future together but the second it was over I panicked. I didn't think you would end it then and there and you were so brave to choose the future you wanted. I wish I was as brave as you. When you were fucking my tits I was so desperate to fuck you. I only told you to sit down so I could climb onto your dick and ride you but I messed that up as well. I want you to forgive me for not being strong enough, but I am strong enough now, my love. Please come back to me. I want to fuck you.

I asked if she was sure, trying to play it cool as my dick tried to rip its way out of my tracksuit pants. She promised me she was. She said she could explain it better once we were together. I booked the first flight I could, thanking any deity I could that it was the end of the work week. There were no flights into Jerez so I would need to settle for a longer taxi journey after my arrival. I convinced dad to give me an early dart and floated home to pack a bag, before heading to the airport. I was in Seville by 9pm, and the ride to Cádiz would have me back in abuelo's place before 11.

I was horny beyond all belief of course, but I found the journey quite tranquil. I was in love with somebody and they were in love with me. She was tossing aside a lifetime of believing this can't go as far as it was about to go. I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I was well aware that it would never be as simple as any other relationship I could have had, but simple isn't fun, and this love is better. We chose it together.

She was already at the door before I could knock. She heard the taxi pull in, or she was window watching. She looked a little tense, but loosened up after pulling me into a hug. I felt her shoulders drop as she cushioned into my chest, her arms around the low of my back. I held her close, running my hands over her shoulders and then through her hair. She looked up at me and puckered her lips, and I leaned down to give her a quick kiss. It felt incredible to be close to her again.

"I talked myself into something," she said, pouting. She let go of me and led me into the house. She looked so beautiful in her knee length floral sundress. The red and white pattern radiated off her as she turned at the living room and took my backpack off me. "It only took me about 27 years."

"That was his decision," I said. She led me to the sofa and sat me down. "This time you get to decide for yourself."

She lifted her dress to the top of her thighs, kneeling on the couch beside me and lifting a leg to climb into my lap, straddling me. The fabric pooled back around us as she sat on my thighs. "Papá made the selfless decision. I'm making the selfish one."

I moved my hands to her waist and held onto her. She wasn't grinding into me. She was still, but the deep eye contact was still waking my cock. "You're making the right decision," I said, and she leaned in to kiss me. It was slow and gentle, lasting only about 30 seconds before she leaned back. "No panicking this time?"

She shook her head and started to lift her dress up her body again, but this time with no stopping point. I helped her lift it over her head, tossing it aside as she remained cushioned into my lap, now in only her underwear. A matching black set with a sheer laced design. My hands on her arse told me there wasn't much coverage at the back. I watched her chest rise and fall with each deep breath. I wouldn't say she looked nervous, but there was a tenderness to her expression and her movements. She was on the brink of something she had dreamed of for a generation.

"Do you want me to finish the blowjobs first?" she asked, a sexy smirk forming in the corner of her mouth.

"I think I would prefer to fuck you first." I replied. She kissed me again but this time deeper and hungrier. Again it was so brief, over before my hands had the chance to explore.

"Then take me to bed, Samuel." she purred, handing me authority as she started to roll her hips against my crotch. I growled into our next kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth as she moaned back. My hands started to roam, squeezing her arse and moving up her hips and waist until they were kneading into her tits through the fabric of her bra. She reached behind her back to free them for me, unhooking the strap and letting the bra fall off her shoulders.

The last time I saw them (ignoring that incredible picture she text me) was when they were wrapped around my cock. She ignored those silly rules that day, and it led us to this moment. I was starved, leaning into her chest to suck on them once again. She held the back of my head and pulled me in snugly, moaning louder as I sucked harshly on her sensitive nubs, squeaking when I teased them with my teeth.

I lifted myself up off the sofa, taking her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me as I stumbled my way through to her bedroom with my eyes closed and a limited sense of direction. I stood at the foot of her bed and dropped her onto the mattress, pulling off my shirt and dropping my shorts. I probably smelled like someone who had spent about 5 hours travelling that day, but she didn't seem to care. I parted with my boxers before focusing on her again, and the last piece of clothing left on her body. Her knickers shielded the last parts of her she had kept hidden from me, but for no longer.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, flat on her back with her legs in the air. I grabbed the waistband of her panties and started to pull them up her legs, peeling away the last stronghold of her father's rules. The olive tone of her skin darkened a little between her legs. As she parted them for me her already soaked labia did the same, revealing the pink within. Her perfect pussy was already throbbing in anticipation. I pulled her a little closer, letting my cock rest against her folds as she hooked her hands under her knees for me. I could feel the heat radiating off her. I took my time sliding my dick along her slit as she chewed on her bottom lip, eyes darting between mine and where I would soon push myself inside her. She had waited a long time for this moment.

I held my cock steady against her opening, before plunging gently inside. I watched her face twist as her pussy stretched around my cockhead, sucking me in and pulsating around every inch of me as I filled her up. "I can't believe it," she whimpered, the emotion on her face palpable. She watched me slide my cock back and forth a few times, finding a steady rhythm and coating my length in her juices, before letting her head drop against the mattress. She ran her hands through her hair, her breath ragged as she composed herself. "Come here baby."

I leaned over her and fell into a kiss, edging my knees onto the bed and pressing fists into the mattress either side of her chest. She danced with my tongue, her hands moving to my back and starting to pull me into her. I let her guide my strokes, my entire body thrusting in turn with hers. She grew in desire by the second, moaning louder and digging her nails into my skin as I bottomed out with each thrust. She broke the kiss to stare into my eyes, every second looking into hers pushing me closer to salvation. Her legs wrapped tightly around me as I fucked her rougher by the minute, my gorgeous mother whispering sweet nothings to me as our bodies rocked together in bliss. "I love you so much," she would say, her eyes shimmering back at me. "I feel so good. I love you, baby. Good boy."

I was going to cum sooner than I liked, so prepared to pull out of her. "I think I owe you one or two." I said, and she scrunched up her nose in momentary confusion.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

I answered by falling off the bed and onto my knees, burying my face in her pussy. I had wanted to taste her for so long. She squealed as I pushed my tongue inside her, sitting up on her elbows and looking down at me. There was no decorum to be found. This wasn't one of those teasing, edging blowjobs she had given to me. I was insatiable for her taste, and my face was soaked before I had even taken my first breath. I was tireless in my desperation for her, running my lips and tongue over every inch of her as she writhed in pleasure and clamped her thighs around my head.

My tongue and jaw ached as I suckled on her, drinking in as much of her as I could. I tongue fucked her deep, burying my nose inside her as she grinded back into me. I used two fingers to keep fucking her as my focus went to her clitoris. I sucked hungrily on her sensitive pearl, flicking my tongue relentlessly against her until her language setting flicked from English to Spanish. With her hands harsh grip on my hair, she started to coach me around her pussy until my tongue started to cramp. Thankfully, she started to squirm in orgasm before I had to replace my mouth with my cock. "Just there, just there, just there..." she stammered, her entire body rocking and her back arching as she lifted up on my shoulders and rode my face into paradise.

I climbed back on top of her as she rode the wave, sliding my cock back inside of her throbbing pussy. I fucked her passionately, filling her with every inch as my cock pistoned back and forth until the relentless slapping sound of our bodies connecting filled the room. "Samuel, it's so perfect," she moaned as beads of my sweat dripped onto her chest. "Baby, don't stop. Oh my fucking God, please don't stop."

I had to be closer to her, so I fell into her body and we writhed together, skin on skin. The rhythmic thrusting was gone and replaced by the chaos of passion and love. As long as my cock was inside her, we were happy. She sucked on my tongue as we rolled onto our sides. My hands went to her tits, squeezing them as my hips grinding my cock inside her. I sucked on her nipples as she begged me to keep going, her warm, raggedy breath close to my ear driving me deeper into euphoria.

We rolled around together and kissed deeply as my cock reached breaking point. I exploded in orgasm, roaring into her as she held onto me and guided me through it. "Cum inside me, baby. Fill mummy up," she teased, her legs still tightly wrapped around my hips as I dumped a huge load in her. "Fuck... fuck ... holy fuck."

We both fell limp, my softening cock slipping out of her but our bodies still entwined. It was quiet for a while as we processed the experience. She turned to me and kissed my cheek and along my jaw. "I always used to worry about letting myself do this in case it felt like a regret as soon as it was over. I didn't want to make the wrong decision, but I made the right one with you. I just needed a little more time than you to be sure."

I turned and kissed her, relieved there was going to be no negative twist in her post orgasm clarity. "What are we going to do now then?" I asked.

"First you're going to get me some tissue and then you're going to have a shower, because you smell like airport," she teased, sending me on my way. I helped her with the clean up before jumping into the shower, and I'm glad to say she joined me. We kissed and groped each other under the deluge, before getting dressed and settling on some deckchairs in the backyard.

"I fly back on Sunday night," I said, and she nodded her head. "Are you planning to move here permanently?"

"Not anymore," she assured me. "I'll keep both. At home we won't be able to live like we do here, but this is our place, me and you."

"I like the sound of that." I said as she reached out and took my hand.

"I'm still going to finish those blowjobs, you know?" she said, causing me to laugh at the vibe change.

"Does that mean I only get three more? After those three it's just sex. You fulfilled your 27 legacy blowjobs and then it's over."

"No, you know how much I love sucking your dick, baby," she teased, instantly waking my dick back up. "But it has to be even. I promised 27 so you will get 27. Then you can eat my pussy 26 more times and we can start again from a level playing field."

"Deal," I said. She moved to my deckchair and straddled my thighs, pulling my shorts down my legs and jerking my cock off until it was hard as diamond in her hands. "Right now?"

She shook her head and climbed into my lap. She was wearing the same dress she had on when I arrived, but without the underwear. "What was it you said? I think I would rather fuck you first instead." she said. I reached under her dress to aim my cockhead at her opening, and she started to slide back down every inch of me. She started to lift herself up and down my shaft as she leaned into another deep kiss.

Our bodies and beings were back as one as she rode me expertly, bouncing from my lap to the top of my cock without ever letting me slip out of her. In almost the same spot she first told me about her relationship with my abuelo, she was fucking me to another orgasm. She pushed her spaghetti straps down her shoulders and pushed the bodice of her dress down to her waist, freeing her tits to my eager lips. I sucked on them ravenously as she started to grind into me, my entire cock throbbing inside her as she rolled back and forth, stimulating her own sensitivities against my body as she pushed herself to an orgasm of her own.

When she came, she started to bounce on me again, holding her hand over her mouth to stifle her moans as we were outside. I bent my knees and started to thrust back into her as her legs tensed around me, watching her ride the aftershocks until I was right on the edge of joining her. I came as hard as the first time, filling my mother with a second load in quick succession as I revelled in the beauty of her body and soul as she writhed in pleasure with me. She fell into my chest and we kissed again, happy and in love.

**

Mum finished those last three blowjobs over the course of my weekend stay with her in Cádiz. 25, 26 and 27 were as incredible as the 24 that preceded them. 28 is still promised to me but she's strict about this new rule of hers, and my pussy eating catch up is still in the works. It was 15 at last count, so there's still work to be done.

She makes up for it between her legs, and sometimes between her tits as well, so there's no complaints from me. Our fucking is still quite relentless which probably comes as no surprise. She had waited a lifetime to commit this final incestuous sin, so she's making up for lost time.

We are in love. There is no doubt about that. But we're not dating. I don't really know what we are doing. Occasionally she makes me promise to break her heart one day so I can go and become a father. She usually does it when I'm on the edge of orgasm so that I agree out of sheer desperation, but she knows it isn't quite that easy.

I suppose you have to make sacrifices to live this life. You give up something potentially great for something even greater. Her backup option is finding me a girl who understands. She says there's a pretty girl out there who probably has the same arguments with her dad while she's sat on his cock. I suppose she might be right.

But for now, and probably forever, I choose her.