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This is a story about Ana, her husband and their son Augusto.

This story would takes you to wonderful Brazil.

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I, my wife Ana & our son Augusto, live in Rio de Janeiro. Ana looks gorgeous. She's smart, articulate, speaks 3 languages & most importantly she's sexier than ever at 42. If we hadn't studied together since school, forget marrying, I sometimes wonder how I'd have befriended her.

20yr-old Augusto is an athlete and a fantastic baseball player. He aims to migrate to the USA and play professionally.

As Head-Tech at Banijay, I've complete control of all the content that gets funneled to the Chief Producer, who then decides what goes on to TV. My team controls all of the 100's of cameras & microphones in the Big Brother Brasil - BBB - house.

Over the last decade, the stakes in BBB have multiplied. The current prize money for the winner is over R$10million. After years of experience handling live streaming content, I realize how much my team matters in who the winner is. Public votes based on what they see, and without our help even the producer can't decide what the viewers should see.

Last season was a sad conclusion. A very abrasive person ended up winning. With millions of Reals and a swanky BMW car given away as a prize, undeservedly, I can guarantee - based on what all I had seen and the viewers had not. But viewers voting based on what they saw, decides the winner.

Ana is the most gentle person I know. She is also very beautiful. Her body is so toned she is fuckable as fuck. She does not have a bone of spite in her. Ana's only vulnerable moment was when she got superseded by another girl who became a Drum Queen at Ana's carnival school. She quit the next day, dejected. Now Ana is a fitness instructor and a carnival guide for tourists visiting Rio.

Augusto is going to finish college soon and is hectically chasing scouts to get them to take a look at his game. Our suburban home is large and comfortable. We have a comfortable life. Fortunately, no one in my family watches BBB.

Last week, when I heard the prize money for BBB is going to be upped again, a tinge of jealousy swept through me. I wondered what R$10million could do for us if we had that kind of money.

Yet another week later, I got to see the first cut of the list of participants for the competition. I saw one name, and I froze. It was of the girl who had pipped Ana to be the Drum Queen 8-years earlier. Now no longer a Drum Queen, she was worthy of a has-been celebrity status that usually rolls into the BBB house.

I stayed away from mentioning this to Ana. Even as negotiations with the shortlisted candidates were ongoing, a plan found a seed in my mind. 'A score to settle with Ana's bête noire on one hand, and R$10million on the other.'

One afternoon, when Augusto had left for college, I tested waters with Ana. "When did you last see BBB?"

"I don't see that trash."

"No, I was just asking. When did you last see it?"

"I think I saw one a few years ago. Never liked it. Sorry," She felt apologetic trashing my place of work. I didn't care.

"Are you aware of the prize money this year? It's R$10million to the winner."

She raised an eyebrow momentarily, and she smiled back, "As I said it is trash. But possibly great for your channel, mmhm."

I smiled back. We had never been enchanted by big money. We were content with what we had. Very happy indeed.

I boasted a little, "you know Ana, I have the shortlist of this years' candidates being vetted for the house."

Ana smiled and looked at me calmly, love in her eyes, almost proud.

Later that night, I brought up the subject again, "I have to tell you something."

"mmm..hmm"

"From the list of names in the shortlist, I saw that Vivienne is being considered to be invited as a contestant."

Ana froze for a moment. Then looked towards me. Her eyes betrayed her. I knew Ana could never dream of hurting anyone, but for a brief moment of weakness, she looked like a wounded tigress.

"Vivienne Santos?" she asked as composed as one could have imagined.

I nodded sheepishly, feeling guilty of having brought to my beloved wife.

Ana turned and looked towards the wall in front of our bed and stayed quiet for a long while. I did not provoke any further conversation.

It took me three days to find the courage and an opportunity to broach the subject again. Time was ticking, and if my plan was to work, I would've to move fast.

"Ana, I have a thought. Please listen to me with an open mind."

She did not need a sixth sense to know I was referring to our conversation from a few days ago.

She nodded but remained quiet.

"I told you I have access behind the scene at the house." She nodded, inquisitive as to what I had thought.

"I can do some manipulation and get 'you' on the shortlist in place of her in the BBB house."

Her eyes squinted, amazed at what I had just said.

I implored further, "I have access to the back-end systems, and it would not take me long to ensure that there is a denial in place for Vivienne." I paused for effect. "I can also insert your name in her place, so it would be a beautiful coup d'etat of sorts. You will be in the BBB house in her place."

"Now why would I want to do that," amused that I had come up with a dumb idea. She knew I was too smart for that.

"For one, you will take 'her' place. Then you are going to 'win'. We will become millionaires, and life would be sweet. And because you would be there in place of her, it would be only sweeter. The money would be an icing on the cake."

She opened her mouth and nothing came out. Unclear where to start at my dysfunctional plan.

I laid bare the details.

"I understand you think this is crazy, but listen to the details."

She closed her mouth but still stared at me in amazement.

"First, I will knock her name off from the shortlist and replace hers with yours. Second, once you are in, I have enough capabilities and resources in the house to ensure every feed from the cameras which projects you in a positive light is directed to the producers. No way can that go wrong" I added for emphasis, "because everything goes through me."

She looked at me, a little calmer than earlier but still surprised as to how did I think she would agree to something so ludicrous.

"Then, when the votes come in, they are populated in our system that's manned by me and my team. I know how to direct those."

"Are you MAD?"

"what?"

"You are scheming and plotting all this "for money"? What if you got caught? what if WE got caught?"

The part about money seemed dirty, and she emphasized it for that precise reason.

"Ana, there is no way anyone can know except you and me. Plus, no one will know you are my wife, until later. There is no trail possible because it is all digital."

Before she could attack further, I added, "the thought came to me because I saw her name. After all these years, this would be a sweet victory for you, my love. She took your spot mischievously and yet couldn't last long enough as the Drum Queen. All I am giving you is a spot. If you end up winning, it would be a victory like no other."

Upon seeing her listen, I continued, "she knows that she is being considered. The first slap on Vivienne's face would be when your name appears on the shortlist in her place."

"You are beautiful, intelligent, smart, and you CAN win too. I have seen these contests each year and all that happens is that you are judged on how you behave inside - actually what viewers see. That's where I come in."

It took me six days of relentless badgering for her to acquiesce but she seemed jittery.

I upped my game.

I, first, knocked Vivienne out of the list. No one knew how it happened. What followed was a media uproar. Vivienne cried foul, & said, "I had never even considered going into the BBB house. I don't even want to go in." It was clear she was upset.

Parallelly, I pursued Augusto and chased him with enough incentives. What clinched the deal, was that he would be given enough money to migrate to the USA and pursue his dream of playing baseball. Being young and tech-friendly, he knew what I was proposing was not bullshit.

The clincher for Ana was when I assured her Augusto would also be going into the house with her. I understood that spite alone wasn't sufficient motivation for Ana. Now, she had assured protection in an alien environment that I was persuading her to go in.

The first lucky break came our way. Four days later, Ana and Augusto's names appeared on the shortlist. Nobody had a clue how? Maybe the CEO of the company had got them there, maybe someone else. A Samba dancer was getting replaced with another. With things getting into media fast enough there was no backtracking.

Augusto was a late entrant and the youngest of the lot. Everyone was intrigued, but no one knew how this was happening. There was so much media glare that the issue got clouded. Ana-Vivienne issue kept everyone busy and talking.

Ana got a handsome contract of R$100,000, and Augusto got offered R$80,000. Surviving each exit from the house would add 10% to their fee. Besides that, the prize money of R$10million was there for the picking along with the BMW.

Nine days after that, at a press briefing, contestants were invited to interact with the media. Augusto and Ana stayed away from each other and only got together in a group where contestants met each other.

Beyond a shred of doubt, Ana was the most beautiful person of all the contestants, even the actress of yesteryears looked pale in front of Ana. It only made me more proud than ever.

I got about doing my job. I had pumped both Ana and Augusto sufficiently and had assured them that everything was in control, but the real test was going to start soon.

First up, I had my team test every camera, all of the 108 cameras were spread evenly around the house - most were conspicuous and many camouflaged. All of the 207 microphones were placed around the house. There were besides what would be carried on person by the fifteen contestants.

The ten thousand square foot house was wired with around two hundred thousand meters of cables. Thankfully each of the high-resolution cameras and every microphone was digital, so the content had to transfer to the recorders controlled by my team.

Two days before the start, I sat with a tentative Ana and a nervous Augusto. I calmed them down and assured them, " do not think of winning or losing. Both of you should think of it as a paid holiday that it is. What's the worst could happen? Even if you lose, you will have tons of money, and it could be fun." I smiled at them. The facts were bare.

I gave them countless tips. I also gave them information on some of the camera blind spots in the BBB house. My advice on the microphones was to speak very low whenever necessary.

I assured them that the microphones and cameras were in my hands. All they needed to do was give me a signal, and I'd ensure it is shut off. For no particular reason, I did not bother to tell them - it doesn't work like that. Everything would get recorded, but I will have the capability to filter out whatever I do not wish to redirect to my producer. I would find out later, that this little piece of information that I had withheld from them innocuously would lead to some life-changing consequences for the three of us. Nevertheless, a subtle hand signal was agreed between the three of us.

The night before their departure, there was nervous anxiety between Ana and me. When we made love, I was pumped, and she was anxious. We both fucked clumsily.

For the next four months, BBB house would be locked from the outside. All 15 contestants would try and act themselves or their best presentable self to win this huge prize.

A motley group of 8 men and 7 women. Four of the men were under 25, as were three girls. Two of the men were about 40, and as were two women. Two men and two women were above forty, none above 50. In all, three actors, two dancers, four sportspersons, one politician, two students, one model, and two comics. Five Portuguese, three German, four Spanish, and three mixed.

To ensure Ana and Augusto had the lay of the land, they went about the house at their own pace in separate groups. They managed to get themselves adjacent beds. Ana had the last of the ladies' beds, and Augusto picked first of the gents'.

As was agreed, for the first four days, I tested my skills on the content. I started to funnel all content sans Ana and Augusto to the producer. It went like a piece of cake.

On day five, Augusto went to the specific camera I had told him about in the main sitting room of the house and looked directly towards it. I took the toggle in my hand and moved the camera up and down, twice. It was our signal that I had things in my control.

Had something gone wrong I'd have to move the angle right to left and back a couple of times. A short while later, Ana came to the same camera and looked into it. I did the same movement. She smiled at this sublime way of communication. Had the camera remained steady in its original position, it would have meant I wasn't on shift at the time.

Day after day, I handled content in a manner that my producer and the audience barely even knew who Ana and Augusto were. Except for those events where a group was performing some 'task' given to them by Big Brother, Ana and Augusto would vanish into the house without getting noticed. Of course, I saw their every move, as I did for every other contestant.

On the first voting day, two weeks into the house, the results were surprisingly positive. I needed to do no manipulation. Ana was in the middle somewhere in the list and Augusto in the bottom five. But only one person was to be eliminated from the house, and it wasn't going to be anyone from my family. Apparently, nobody wanted the politician around.

Another week of mundane 'tasks' and contests later, near the day of voting tension grew inside and outside the BBB house. One of the comics was sent out packing. Yet again, I had to do nothing to keep my pair inside the house.

I played god with the camera feeds and ensured a minimal amount of attention was drawn to Ana and Augusto, especially avoiding unnecessary. I did not realize whatever feed I was letting through, was all ensuring Ana had the best angles to project physically, all made her look younger, sexier & attractive.

For Augusto, all I let through subconsciously, was when he was without his t-shirt or his shirt or when he was playing, showcasing his athletic and playful side.

The next week's competitive tasks were a team task of cooking and baking. For some reason of division, Ana and Augusto were in different teams. The elimination of the week would have to be from the losing team. Augusto's team won. Ana was in danger, but I was confident she won't be losing out. She didn't, an ex-actress showing extra tantrums during the team baking event got the boot from the audience.

The temperature within the house was rising. Alliances were forming; likes and dislikes were showing. Bitching, bickering, abuses were flying. Outbursts were not uncommon.

The producers came with a game a couple of weeks later that hadn't been part of previous seasons. A Kissing Booth.

Each of the ten remaining participants was given R$1000 to spend. Each person would man the kissing booth. Two persons per day, for five days. One could charge up to R$50 for a kiss. The highest two earners would be exempt from elimination, the rest would have to test their fate through voting.

The final ten included an actress, an actor, one comic, both dancers including Ana, two sportspersons, both students (including Augusto), and the model.

On the first day of the week, the footballer and the model set up their booth. The guys lined up for the model and the girls for the footballer. When Ana approached the footballer to kiss him, my heart tore into pieces. Ana modestly kissed the side of his lips, smiled, and stepped back. The ultra-high-definition cameras focused on every kiss and captured every emotion, every action, and every reaction.

The next day Augusto and lady comic set up their kissing booths. Augusto got his share of girls and the girl got the boys. I believe Ana must have thought if she avoided kissing Augusto it would send a wrong signal so after he had all three girls kiss him, Ana walked up to him. Her eyes met his and slowly she stepped forward. Augusto was amazed, comprehending the possibilities of what was going to happen.

Ana put the R$50 in the jar in front of Augusto and moved in closer. She kissed him on the edge of the lips, as she had done the previous day with the footballer. The effect it had on Augusto was different though. He believed the kiss would be a lot more, he held Ana's shoulders and kept her in place. Many couldn't see the pressure of his hands on her shoulders. Ana felt it. She stayed for longer. Their lips remained closed but the kiss was a lot longer than they had both imagined it'd be.

Reluctantly both stepped back.

The girl-comic had all the boys kiss her, and she had collected the R$200 from them. Augusto, too, had R$200 from his four customers. The mother in Ana decided to change that. She walked back to Augusto's booth before the game for the day could be called.

Augusto was surprised but pleased. Ana again chose to kiss the corner of his lips. Augusto was worried about how he had behaved the previous time. When Ana's lips didn't move away fast enough, Augusto's hands went up to her shoulders. The pleasure of having his mom at his lips was too good. The inward pressure on her shoulders returned.

Somewhere during the kiss, even though closed, their lips had found center. Their heads tilted.

When the kiss broke, way later than was required to be seen legit, they were both smiling sheepishly.

Instead of stepping away, Ana pulled another R$50 and put it in the jar. There was clapping all around, synchronized claps, until their lips met again.

Their third kiss was steamier than the first two, for sure. Because this one started at the center of their lips. Their hands were on the back of the other's heads, pulling sufficiently. If I could see, I would have noticed that it was Augusto's tongue that put in that slight bit of effort and Ana didn't put much of a resistance.

The next part was clear to everyone in the house and millions watching. Augusto kissed Ana with passion and enthusiasm that did justice to a young hormonal boy's urges. Satiated and gasping for air, they both parted and only then realized that the hooting and clapping in the room was to egg them to go on.

Ana dished out yet another R$50 and threw it towards Augusto's jar. It didn't go in. But no one cared. She was inside his mouth this time way faster than lightning. Their tongues traveled to and fro luxuriously. They kissed passionately. Their hands roamed around each other's back, neck, and head.

Ana broke off the kiss after a good long couple of minutes, remembering where they were.

The atmosphere in the house changed dramatically after that.

Another girl, the model, decided she needed to be part of some of the action or possibly wanted to be in the center of attention. She took another shot at Augusto, investing another R$50 into his jar. Her kiss, like Ana's last one, started from the lips and dived straight into Augusto's mouth. Her tongue was welcomed by Augusto who let her clean his mother's saliva from the inside of his mouth.

One after the other, the remaining girls kissed Augusto and tongued him aplenty.

Ana stood back and clapped for her son, happy that he was going to win this round. Somewhere during the clapping and chanting, she looked towards the other booth. She felt sorry for the girl, who was sportingly clapping and cheering, but her heart didn't seem to be in it, clearly.

After the girls finished with Augusto, Ana chose to take things in her hand again, or her lips rather.

She moved to the girl-comic's booth. She dished out R$50 and put it in the jar in front of the girl. The hooting and cheering returned with even more laughter.

Ana moved in closer and kissed the girl on her lips. The girl almost choked, unaware of how to react. Ana understood it was her first girl kiss. At that moment, I wondered, was it Ana's first girl kiss?

Ana deftly calmed the girl down, caressing her cheeks, kissing just her lips. Slowly her tongue came out licking the girl's lips. The girl-comic's confidence returned and she was smiling by the time the kiss ended.

Following Ana, a couple of boys took a second dig at kissing the girl comic. The girl-model too thought, it would be a challenge and she was up for it. That Ana's gesture was considerate was known only to Augusto and me, and possibly the girl-comic. But the world saw something more magnanimous. Ana had sportingly improved the atmosphere of the house.

The next day atmosphere in the house was more jovial. The kissing booths were set up by another two. The event was less exciting than the previous day, but there was a whole lot of fun and lots of clumsiness.

It was on day four that Ana had to set up her kissing booth and along with her was the other boy-student.

More than anyone else in all of Brazil, I had a huge numb head feeling. My head was spinning. My stomach was queasy, full of anticipation.

Ever since Ana had kissed Augusto, multiple times, I had this unusual feeling.

When the cameras zoomed in on Ana, she came to life. She was smiling and gushing. Her smile was natural and looked more beautiful than usual. Despite having no makeup on her, she looked ravishing.

One after the other boys lined up to kiss Ana, most of these kisses were on the side of her lips. Before it was Augusto's turn, a couple of boys repeated their bids to kiss her. Some reached her lips but none could enter her mouth.

Augusto took his time and walked up to her confidently. They both smiled at each other.

The first R$50 got him a straight kiss on her lips.

The second got him to enter her mouth.

Before the evening was done, Augusto had spent every Centavo in his mother's jar and he had explored every millimeter in her mouth. He had virtually tongue fucked her in broad daylight and public view. They were in each other's arms, kissing animatedly.

There was no way for me to underplay this content.

After Augusto had finished his quota, the girl-comic who Ana had charitably kissed when she had competed with Augusto walked up. Ana was already hot and bothered, visibly.

As she walked up to Ana, the girl smiled sheepishly in anticipation, trying to make up her mind as to how was she going to work up the courage to do what she had in mind. But she wanted to pay back, with gratitude.

After putting money in the jar, she looked up, and then Ana took over. She bent forward and took the girl's lips willingly. Moments later, Ana was devouring the girl as if she was a puff pastry. Both of them got their hands locked behind the other's head and pulled each other home.

After a couple of minutes of tonguing, they fell back for a gasp of air, only to break long enough for the girl to scramble for the next R$50. They joined the lips again. She repeated this many times over until the girl was left with no money.

After that, every boy and girl lined up again and again and kissed Ana. The competing boy only wished he hadn't drawn that day as his day for the competition.

Ana, once again, had noticed this lop-sided competition. She felt for the young man. Before the day's round finished, Ana walked up to the boy in his booth and kissed him a couple of times, on the side of his lips, depositing R$100 in his jar. She won hearts all across.

If BBB was to decide a winner that day, then and there, Ana would have won - without a shred of doubt. The feeling inside of me found its way through my dick and string after string fell out when I fisted myself crazy.

No wonder, when the week of kissing booth games ended, Ana was on top of the chart with the highest collection, and on number three was Augusto with his collections, thanks to his mother.

The voting at the end of the week eliminated the good-looking but scrawny boy-student, who had competed on Ana's day. The other student, Augusto, remained in the reckoning comfortably second of the voting list, right after the girl-comic who had steamed Ana.

After that week, the girl and Ana became chums. Their group of three included Augusto in everything they did from then on.

The producers went crazy with calls from a hundred thousand viewers who, in disbelief, called the producers on turning their favorite show into soft porn. It was only the ten times more calls received in favor of the show that got them thinking as to how to heat up the show further. The online buzz for BBB went crazier than ever.

If there were cameras in the cubicles of the men's toilet, then they would find Augusto mercilessly beating his boner for the next three days a countless number of times, just to stay sane.

Next week was a breeze for the tasks because the bonhomie returned to the house. The week's events were organized around sports and games.

The swimming pool had been turned into a water polo field. The nine contestants were put together in two teams. One from the losing team would face elimination by voting. Ana and Augusto again ended up in opposite camps.

I think, originally, the event-task was pegged to be sporting but it ended being way too physical, delighting everyone, inside and outside the house.

It did not look like Ana was much of a player; the two sportsmen split into the two teams took the lead and retained whatever little competitiveness remained in the game. Ana and the girl-comic were in the same team and stuck together. There was too much laughing, giggling and fun to be competitive.

Somewhere during the game, Ana and the girl were hugging each other, having decided their mutual affection was more important than the game.

They kissed shamelessly.

Subsequently, I wound back the recording to see how it all started, and I found that the girl initiated the first kiss after she was face to face with Ana for a brief while during a short half-time break. They forgot to take back their positions when the whistle blew.

One of the sportspersons - captain of his team - tapped on Ana's shoulder to remind her that the game had begun. Both girls smiled and rejoined the game, only to end up on the losing side.

The elimination from the team of five ended up one of the actresses getting the boot. There wasn't even a scare to Ana's ranking because she had the highest positive votes from the five who were risking elimination.

With eight contestants left, the split was even, once again, between men and women. Two sportspersons- both men, One model - woman, Two dancers -both women, One student - man, One actor, and a comic-woman.

My feelings were in turmoil. I was feeling anxious as decisive days came nearer with each passing week. Both Ana and Augusto had lasted over 9 weeks inside. With the sexual tension adding to my stress, I did not know if I could last until the final week.

All through the next week, routine tasks kept the contestants busy. One afternoon, Ana and Augusto reached the front of the main sitting room. Ana looked straight into the camera. I was fortunately manning the post. I moved the toggle up and down, signaling I am available. She smiled.

Ana went towards the back of the house towards the meditation room. Usually, there was no one in the meditation room in the afternoons. A few minutes later, Augusto joined her.

Before entering the meditation room, Ana pulled her hair up and tied a knot - a signal that I must shut off the microphones and camera in the meditation room. Augusto before entering the meditation room - pulled a finger in his ear and drilled it, as if cleaning some stuck-air from his ear - a signal that he wanted the cameras and microphones shut off in the meditation room.

At the moment, I wished I had told them that there was no way I could do that. I can handle the streaming to the producer but the rest wasn't in my hand. I instantly shuffled all the feed from the meditation room to my terminal instead of the ten persons continuously monitoring the house.

Inside the meditation room, as soon as Augusto entered the room a few minutes after Ana had gone in, they immediately hugged. It wasn't much but they just stayed stuck together for the longest while. In the house, they were so near, but yet unable to acknowledge each other as a mother and son; it must be tough for them, especially Ana. She doted on Augusto.

Somewhere during the hug, Augusto kissed her neck a couple of times and then slowly worked his way forward.

Ana caught his head in her hands and straightened him. They separated from the front, staying close to breathe into each other's faces, and started to talk in slow whispers.

I could barely hear them talk. But caught a few words here and there...."baby....honey....miss..."

"Mom...miss...soon... .....yet..."

"....dad...can...own..."

As much as I wanted to make sense from the pieces of their conversation, I couldn't. I caught very little of their whispering. To keep their voices low they stayed only an inch apart, cheek to cheek, while talking.

Possibly yearning for the same affection he had received publicly, Augusto kissed her on the lips. Ana let him.

In fact, if anything, she leaned forward to let him kiss her properly. Her hand traveled through his hair, even as the other caressed his shoulder. One of his hands found the lower back and the other her shoulder, pulling her towards him.

Ana stepped back and let him leave the meditation room first. A minute or two later, she followed.

I was amazed as to what I had just seen. Was it going to be their way to say goodbye like this, from now on? For some reason, I found myself aroused instead of enraged.

I paced around my station in excitement. I had hastily erased the footage as soon as both exited the meditation room. That's the modus operandi to keep up with the pretence. No one was monitoring minute-to-minute of the content; it was all happening live.

The competitive game around the mid of the week was the 'Panda Run'. The guys had to go about the house, with one of the girls hanging from in front of them like a panda. The one pair that'll outlast others would be a winner and would stay away from the elimination-voting.

Contestants were allowed to choose their partners. Even though the option to choose Ana was available with the boys, they picked lighter females, like the actress and the model. Augusto could not believe his luck - landing his mother as his panda bear.

Augusto's smile gave away his true feelings of delight and happiness on landing this mother-load.

Augusto is well built, five foot ten, one hundred sixty pounds. His mother Ana is five foot six, a little taller than the rest of the women in the house, and weighs just under one hundred forty pounds, clearly heavier than the remaining women in the house. Her body is extremely well-toned, what one can call a dancer's body. She is so extremely in good shape, it would make any girl jealous.

Ana smiled back at Augusto, seeing him grin like he had caught a huge lucky break. It did wonders to her confidence.

The rules of the game were simple enough. Ladies playing panda could not touch their feet on the floor. Everything else was okay. To allow some length to the game, girls would be allowed a maximum of 15 seconds to rest on to something - a table or something -while remaining clung to their partner. These 15 seconds could be used to readjust, but any longer would lead to disqualification.

The girl-comic clung on to the sportsperson and had her head planted on his shoulder, with her arms locked around his neck. The model clung to the other sportsperson and she too took the same pose and rose well above his stomach. The actor got the Salsa dancer. Not strong on his arms, he carried the girl around his waist and was face to face with her.

As soon as Ana climbed into Augusto's arms, their faces inches from each other, her elbows dug on his shoulders as she hefted herself up. His hands delightfully cupped her buttocks without any apprehension or embarrassment, and he lifted her into his face.

Their eyes talked for long before Ana bent low and kissed her son on the cheek. It was her way of thanking him for being himself, an adoring son.

In less than ten minutes, everyone was scrambling to find a place to park the girl's butt on some surface or the other and then quickly pulled her back up.

Augusto, on the other hand, was calm and composed. His lips found hers, and she kissed him back. He felt light-headed.

When Ana's tongue entered his mouth, it was as if she was puffing superpowers into him. His biceps tensed as he lifted her to retain their position, as their tongues danced into each other's mouth. Ana ana Augusto's lips never parted.

Ana's sucking and playing were invigorating for the young man that Augusto was. Add to that, the heady feeling of french kissing his mother, it was obvious to me how he had managed to stay up without once taking support from a surface.

Somewhere between the tenth and twentieth kiss, Augusto's hands started to tremble. He instantly rolled aside and got his mother to sit on the edge of the table. As if dancing, he moved his hands out from underneath her and shook them a couple of times before scooping her again from her waist. Her legs flung up and behind him to lock before he could scramble his hands back under her butt, cupping her butt-cheeks.

Augusto's lips never left Ana's all through this brief interval. They weren't counting fifteen seconds, mainly because their heads were in another place.

The next ten minutes that he lived inside Ana's mouth, Augusto must have cleaned the insides of her mouth a million times over. Their tilted heads remained fixed for long after that.

I stared at the screen like a million other Brazilians on live tv, which could well be renamed Lurid TV.

The first to fall off was the dancer-actor pair. Then came off the comic-sportsperson pair. The second sportsperson carrying the ultra-light model too found kissing the girl was a good strategy.

Emulating Ana-Augusto, the model planted her kiss onto the sportspersons' lips. Their kiss inflamed the sportsperson with energy, not alien to motivational techniques.

The rest of the next half hour was clapping, chanting, excitement, headiness, lewdness, and passion that kept ongoing. Ana and Augusto went down to win this round with miles still left in them, as the model-sportsperson pair gave up.

After that moment, Ana and Augusto were national sweethearts. Memes were flying about of their panda-cling-and-kiss. Ana's face was plastered across major magazines. It was as if her career was going to be relaunched. But no one knew who was the kid she was paired with. No one bothered to check who the kid was, thankfully.

The world saw Ana's kind-hearted gesture as kissing a boy, who was carrying her weight, as an endearing act on her part.

Before that night ended, I found myself pumping my dick furiously, as I am sure were many across Brazil.

A couple of days later, the voting results weren't surprising. Ana was on top of the positive votes, and the sportsperson got booted, the one who had captained Ana's team at the water polo game.

Trying to capitalize on the popularity Ana was garnering, the organizers reached out to her with a deal.

If she agreed to perform carnival-style Samba, complete with all band, ensemble, and entourage, they would pay her R$100000. Ana had no idea what popularity she had suddenly gained. She lapped up on the opportunity. She may well have not been offered money, she'd still have done it. She loved dancing and especially Samba.

As part of the deal, she got a free safe pass for the next round.

The other six competed on individual events, which resulted in voting and kicking out the Model, eventually. The actor put together a fantastic monologue from one of his movies. The sportsperson managed to showcase his dribbling skills to a football-crazy country. Augusto sang into the hearts of young girls. The hardest competition for the top spot was between the two dancers. The Salsa dancer performed a scorching hot number and waltzed her way to the top.

When Ana performed Samba on the carnival theme, the nation danced along with her. Her ensemble put together by the producers left extremely little to the imagination. Her extremely toned body shook the hearts of everyone, inside and outside the house. She loved it plenty, herself.

The model had performed between the Salsa dancer and Ana. It came out a damp squib, playing her guitar and humming a popular number. The result did not even need voting but the model fell into the hole.

Ana was charged up and pumped. R$100,000 richer and excited. She wanted more attention, she wanted to talk to her family about it. She wanted me, but I wasn't available. So she sought Augusto.

Ana walked to the main living room the next afternoon and looked directly into the camera. I toggled the camera up and down. She rolled her hands into her hair just as she entered the meditation room to signal me to shut off the camera.

Augusto walked into the meditation room a few minutes later, signaling the same demand wriggling his finger in the ear.

They both happily assumed there was no camera looking at them. Neither are any microphones around, they thought. They took off the microphones sling bags from around their shoulder and hung them at the door. Stepping as far away from the door, both reached towards the other corner.

On the floor of the meditation room were four mattresses, large enough for a person to sit or lay straight if one wanted to meditate.

They still must whisper, and that itself was sufficient reason for them to be close and hug each other hard. Ana's heart was pumping hard with charged-up energy on having put up a show of a lifetime for millions. She could feel millions of eyeballs on her. She was jumpy, excited, and felt a rush in her body. They whispered into each other's ears low enough that I could not hear a single word.

All I could do was see my wife hug, kiss, and embrace our only child.

In the entire melee, I could not figure out who planted the first kiss because their faces were already so much into each other. Their tiny kisses grew into full-blown french kissing. It did not take long for Augusto to start groping and pulling her back down on the mattress. Moments later, Ana was on her back and Augusto between her legs. Their lips had never detached, or at least that's how it seemed to me from my camera's angle.

I was frantic. My mind told me that I must handle the camera feed and loop it out of the system, but my eyes could not leave the screen for a second. I was witnessing my wife and my son dry-humping. The commotion in the control room was the only reason I did not have my pants down and my pecker in my hand, which at that moment was painfully erect.

I scrambled the feed in a manner that it could not reach any other screen in the production room. The dry humping continued, if anything, even more evidently. Ana's hands behind Augusto's back were a sufficient indication that he wasn't forcing himself on her.

Belatedly sound started to reach across the meditation room and reach the microphones hung on their door. Now, the moans weren't something I could manage to redirect.

The humping moans "urrrngh" and "aaagnh" coupled with 'muuaaahs' of Ana and Augusto's kissing were sufficient to convey to the overhearing group in my production control room that someone was getting lucky.

Everyone went scrambling about trying to take a headcount. Who was doing what and where?

Before the hullabaloo reached them, Augusto started cumming. His nose hissed suggestively that he was creaming. I glanced at the screen to find his hips violently spasming between Ana's thighs. Her hands pulled him hard onto her, soothing him.

Before the scramble to find Ana and Augusto reached the meditation room, they were both finished and uncomfortably getting up. Augusto rushed to the door and pulled his microphone on and stepped out of the meditation room. The camera outside the meditation room caught him sneaking back to the main living room. I still had the meditation room on my screen with Ana slowly getting herself together and walking to the door a minute later.

The look on Ana's face was clearly not that of guilt, disappointment, or shame. She seemed vaguely happy to me, with a very faint smile that only I could make out, having known for so many years.

Nobody figured out who had been humping right under their noses. I was relieved that it didn't come out.

The count had come down to seven. One male-sportsperson, Two dancers -both women including Ana, One male-actor, Augusto student, a girl-comic, and the model girl who had survived despite a dull performance the previous week. The viewership data showed the popularity for BBB was scaling. Not many outside the house knew, stakes were getting higher by ten percent each week for every contestant also.

With a safe pass, Ana was kept away from next week's competition, a Three-Leg Race.

Actor-Model got tied together, Augusto-comic, and the last pair was Sportsperson-Salsa dancer.

The three-leg race was unlike a start to finish kind. The pair were to go about doing chores in the BBB House and the last ones to fall would become winners of the round and would not be subjected to the elimination voting by the public.

After a fun hour or so, Actor-model fell first. Another hour later, Sportsperson-Salsa dancer fumbled just a little, but it was sufficient to make them bow out. To their credit, the chores were getting tougher after the first got completed. They ended up finishing chores faster than the Augusto-girl-comic pair, who ended up as winners of the round.

The voting the next day eliminated the Actor. The six inmates remaining skewed the scales in favor of women. Four women included Ana, the Comic, the Salsa dancer, & the Model. The remaining men were Augusto & the sportsperson.

What was noticeable to everyone was that the girl-comic had found an ally in Ana. She had become Ana's tail and did everything to please Ana. She even picked a fight with the model once on some petty issue, just to make clear the fact that Ana was the queen of the house.

While lounging, doing nothing, in particular, she would cozy up with Ana and lie down with Ana, her hand playfully weaving through Ana's hair.

The game the next day was fun and brainy. A Treasure Hunt around the house to find hidden clues. There were no teams, every contestant went solo. There could only be one winner, and the rest would go into elimination voting. The race was getting tighter.

The first clue was in named envelopes - same for everyone. After that, each had to scour through the house with their own clues and find the treasure.

The game was right up Augusto's alley, so I wasn't surprised when he came in first to find the treasure. With him safe, the voting went down to the wire.

At the end of the voting, it was no surprise to me that Ana, too, was safe and needed no divine intervention at my hands with the voting results. The Salsa dancer got the ax, and the group got trimmed to just five contestants.

Despite the tension that was building with the audience outside the BBB house, there seemed to be little pressure inside. If anything, the group felt exasperated. Ana was the one who felt energetic and lively.

A couple of days later, the model was relaxing poolside. The young Augusto gravitated towards her and ogled at her body on display.

Noticing this from a distance, Ana whispered something to the girl-comic and they too changed into their swimsuits and walked towards the pool. Augusto's eyeballs must have popped from their sockets seeing his mother in a tiny swimsuit. No doubt he had seen her in small bikinis but this one was different. It was a couple of sizes too small, plus this one was on a female he had humped and climaxed on just a few days back.

It did not take long for Augusto's stroll to lengthen, and he hovered from one end with Ana and the girl-comic to the other end with the model.

'Oh boy, what travesty.'

The young man had to choose hastily to sit down, else he'd be roaming around with a boner.

Ana saved him by calling him over and asked "Augusto, would you be a dear and apply some sunscreen on us?"

Augusto did not even waste time to look up to thank god, he did that in his mind, mumbling. He rushed towards his mother.

Augusto started rubbing sunscreen on Ana and took a lot of time rubbing the lotion on the back of her thighs and her lower back. When things were getting beyond rational, Ana said, "Thanks Augusto, you might as well leave some for her."

On the girl-comic, Augusto spent somewhat lesser time, but all the while he was rubbing lotion, his eyes never left his mother.

Only when a hard slap on his wrist shook him out of his reverie, did he realize he was groping the poor girl's butt. He apologized profusely and rushed inside.

Seeing Ana laugh, girl-comic too laughed it off.

After he had run off, Ana tickled the girl-comic and said, "I think he has hots for you."

"sure thing." she said sarcastically, "I think all he can think of is you. I bet he groped me imagining it was your butt. I saw him stare right at you."

Ana swatted the girl's wrist and replied, "oh, come on now. I am old enough to be his mother."

She quipped, "maybe that's why."

That shut Ana up.

Later that evening, Ana walked towards the main living room camera, Augusto not far behind her. I moved the camera up and down confirming my presence.

Ana tied the knot to her hair while walking into the meditation room, and Augusto wriggled his finger in the ear a minute later, signaling me to stop the cameras functioning in the meditation room.

Both hung their microphone sling bags on the door handle and walked straight to the furthest mattress. Ana lay on her back, and Augusto climbed on her and stretched between her legs.

In an attempt to whisper, their faces were so damn close that they were sharing their breath. It did not take long for them to stop talking and start kissing. The kissing moved to licking.

'Why was she still in her swimsuit?' I wondered.

I scrambled to keep the feed off the recorders.

Ana's hands flew behind Augusto's back, and she brought him back up to her face, and they french kissed hard and passionately.

Augusto found his way down from her mouth to her chest. Initially, he just kissed her chest and the top of her breasts. Then his hand came up and peeled the fabric off from her breast. I almost died out of shock when his mouth enveloped around her nipple and gobbled it up like a scoop of ice cream.

Ana's hand encouraged and weaved behind his head, pulling him lightly toward her breast.

Ana's eyes focused on the camera directed towards them, as Augusto happily sucked on her nipple. Her hands held his head in place. Her eyes looked straight into the lens as if she was trying to determine if the camera was functional or if anyone was looking.

I was half tempted to just toggle the camera right to left to signal her to finish it off and now. But my hand froze. I wanted to see.

Augusto left her left tit bare and moved to her right, peeling off the tiny swimsuit cover from that breast as well.

Augusto's hips started to buck and he started to dry hump Ana again. Her hips moved up to match his rhythm.

Encouraged, Augusto snaked his hand between their bodies and moved into her swimsuit bottom, which was barely covering inches on her pussy. Ana thought the better of it. She held his wrist and stopped him from baring her pussy. Ana must have thought he was going to want to enter her, and she wasn't ready for that. At least not yet.

They happily humped, having mastered the art of keeping quiet while doing it and not letting the microphones pick their humping.

When Augusto climaxed, he again started to make a nosey hiss which was clearly a sign of rapid breathing of a copulating couple.

Augusto had managed to pull his dick out from the top of the waistband of his slacks. His climax was arousing yet funny. He creamed his mother's belly with his jizz and scrambled to dismount her at the same time, leaving a somewhat bigger mess.

His cum spread across Ana's belly, and she folded her palms on both sides of her waist to not let the jizz spill down from her waist down onto the mattress.

As she tried to get up, the semen came rolling down on her pussy mound. She deftly pulled open the waistband of her swimsuit, and the semen happily rolled home towards her pussy mound and I'm sure towards her pussy.

Happy on having not let Augusto's jizz spill around, she looked up towards Augusto and smiled. Augusto was embarrassed at what he had done.

Ana leaned forward and held Augusto's head in one hand and pulled him to her face and gave him an encouraging kiss on his lips as if reassuring that it was all right. Her tits hung loose, merely floating in the air as if sitting topless in front of her son was an everyday affair for her.

Ana moved towards the showers, and Augusto found his way back to the main hall, only to be quizzed by the girl-comic, "where's Ana?"

"How would I know?" he replied cockily.

She smirked back at him, confident something was fishy.

She went looking and found Ana coming out of the shower.

To surprise some confession out of Ana, she confronted Ana straight up, "Augusto tells me he really gave it to you. You guys were doing the naaaastieee?" she smiled cockishly.

Ana fidgeted, only to end up confirming the girl's bluff.

"aaaah, I knew it!" she exclaimed, poking a finger towards Ana. Delighted that she had foxed a confession out of Ana.

Ana could not help but wince, 'why did I fall for it?' she thought. Thankfully, no words had come out of her mouth as yet. So she covered the tracks, "You are imagining way more than you should."

"unn...hmmm," she retorted naughtily.

"Okay, look, he involuntarily ended up catching me take my clothes off. Nothing happened. Alright. So cool off." Ana covered up.

"unn...hmmm," she continued to roll it in.

"don't you go about spreading rumors now?" Ana pushed forward.

I couldn't imagine, but were they unaware everyone was listening to the conversation. I guessed that the overall situation was intense and that's why this fact was overlooked.

"What do I get in return, for NOT spreading this rumor?" she asked Ana.

Ana smiled, and stepped forward, and leaned in. Then she took the girl's face in her hand and kissed her on the lips. Ana's lips took a long while, and then opened the girl's lips before traveling in. Ana smoothened the journey by holding the girl's head in her hands and pulling her forward.

Moments later, they were kissing hard, tongues traveling to and fro.

Before Ana stepped back, she whispered something to the girl in her ear, which the microphones couldn't catch.

The result of what was said in the ear was evident though. The girl blushed and bent her head down before stepping away.

She took a couple of steps forward and then suddenly returned to Ana, leaned forward, kissed Ana on her cheek, and flew off like a bird.

I wasn't surprised Ana had this magical impact on the girl. This wasn't new to Ana; she was a charming, beautiful, confident, and vivacious woman.

I wondered like the rest of Brazil, 'what had Ana said to the girl in the ear?'

It did not take long. What both had in mind would become clear later that night.

The cameras were ultra-high-definition, so they could very well capture the movements in the dim light. The girl walked to Ana's bed later that night and crept in slowly into Ana's welcoming arms.

What can be assured was there was an unreasonable amount of jostling, and action under the sheets. No one could really see what was happening, but everyone was aware of what was happening.

I could not put my head around how to handle this main room footage. Everyone was looking at it. I was going mad with feelings I hadn't known about earlier. My imagination as to what was happening under the cover was running wild.

The next afternoon, the producers took an executive decision. The night's footage was canned, no one in the world got to know what happened. The lewdity of it all was way too much for public viewing. Ana and the girl got away with it without knowing what could have happened. They nearly got expelled from the show and didn't know it.

Four days later, during the voting, the girl-comic was voted out. Thanks to my divine intervention. I took this call removing the risk from the equation. I believe the producers were only happy to get rid of a problem contestant. And the voting result raised no eyebrows.

With four remaining contestants and two of them mine, I was getting confident that things were indeed going our way.

The sportsperson and Augusto pulled names from a basket. Augusto drew the model, and Sportsperson got Ana. The entire week, there were one or the other games - doubles ping-pong to foosball, mixed-doubles volleyball to pass the ball.

The last one is a game where you hold the ball between your chin and chest, and without touching the ball with your hand one has to pass the ball to your partner. By the way, Ana and the Sportsperson won that one easily.

When the votes were tallied Augusto's partner for that week, the Model, had lost by a slim margin. She stepped out gracefully.

The adrenaline was pumping now. I had two in the final three. I am sure the blood rush must be equal or more with Ana and Augusto.

After the vote that late evening, Ana walked to the main room camera and looked straight to the camera. I seemed to have no option but to toggle it up and down.

She walked to the meditation room, hastily pulling her hair together in a bun. Moments later, Augusto walked to the meditation room, wriggling his finger in the ear to signal me to shut the camera off.

Boy, they are so wrong.

Within the next minute, after the door shut off and the sling-bag microphones were hung on the door handle, they were animatedly kissing.

There was no decisive move to reach the mattress in haste. They were comfortable. They lovingly kissed each other as if this had been going on for ages, whereas a couple of weeks earlier this was unimaginable.

Augusto's tongue moved in Ana's mouth as if it were well-known terrain. His arms flung behind her and pulled her into his arms. Her hands snaked up behind his neck and got him to bend in for a not-so-motherly kiss.

By the time they were on the mattress, Augusto had taken his position between his mother's thighs and was dry humping as if it were par for course.

Ana's short skirt had ridden up, and Augusto was humping her pussy covered with just a very, very thin fabric of the panties she was wearing.

As if it were now as acceptable as normal, Augusto peeled her blouse off from her chest and looked at the purple color impediment covering the snow globe he wanted. He dragged the bra cup aside, and his eyes lit up as he looked at the manna from heaven.

Augusto gave her nipple a firm lick.

He licked and kissed Ana's nipple and then sucked it deep in his mouth. Before Ana could find her senses, Augusto had pulled his pants down deftly. His rock-hard dick was nestling, poking, and dueling with her pussy with just a thin cloth of her panties.

I don't think Ana was making sense of the multi-point attack. Because her hands were not keen on leaving the back of Augusto's head, pulling him hard on her inviting nipple.

Before long, Augusto had peeled his mother's panties aside from her pussy and was going to push in. Just then, he pulled his head off from Ana's nipple and looked towards her. She looked down towards his face, unaware of the reason for the pause.

When the crown of his cock touched her pussy lips, she flinched. Then she opened her hips and brought her hand down from behind his neck to his lower back.

Ana's hand, low on his spine, pulled Augusto inwards and he started to enter his mother's pussy with so much ease as a hot knife in a block of butter - melted butter.

Augusto paused when he was half in and never left his eyes locked with his mother. Their mutual affection spoke through the eyes and he pushed in further.

When Augusto was all the way in, Ana sighed dreamily. She was ecstatic, and she was aroused. More importantly, she was loving every millisecond of it.

When Augusto's cock had reached the bottom, he luxuriated in the feeling, he was enjoying the feel of the insides of his mother's pussy.

But then nature took over, he started slowly humping. Very slow pull and push, twitch, pull and push, twitch.

Ana squeezed her pussy to assure him it was all right, 'keep doing what you are doing,' she was telling him.

It wasn't very long before he was going in and out of her pussy like he meant business. Their thighs made the unquestionable clapping sound. Soon, their cover would be blown.

Instead of feeling jealous, enraged, or angry, I was anxious about how not to let their cover blown. And my dick was rock hard.

Thankfully, I was short-staffed at that moment and had fewer eyes on the screens focusing on what was going on in the house. There was a live interview going on, of the model who had been voted out. There were a lot of people feeling sorry for her.

Ana was more than meeting Augusto halfway in the air with every drop he was taking inside her. Augusto remembered the beautiful tit was bare, and the nipple was inviting him. He bent down to take the nipple in his mouth even as he did not stop bucking. Ana wrapped her arms around his back and brought him into her chest even harder.

Ana's eyes zoomed back on to the camera, like the previous occasion when Augusto was suckling on her. Was she trying to reassure herself that the cameras in the meditation room were off? The deep satisfied look on her face was difficult to comprehend. She was getting fucked by her son, and it felt as if she knew her husband was watching from behind the camera. Her eyes never left the camera when Augusto climaxed inside her spewing his sperm and semen deep inside his mother.

Only when he had finished but never left bucking did she climax with a deep hard guttural grunt. Her throat gave out a strong noise, confirming that she had indeed orgasmed with her son inside her pussy.

They kept still for a long while, Augusto still inside her pussy, still hard as a rock.

A very unique feeling overwhelmed me, and I was sure not a small part of it was negative.

In a new zone of love and companionship, Ana and Augusto bonded in front of the world. They were visibly happy and laughed, played, and chilled together all through the day.

There were no chores, no more games because there were just three participants.

Not many noticed, Augusto and Ana would usually go to take bath around the same time. It was also usually before the Sportsperson, who would usually hit the open-air gym before taking his bath.

Ana would walk towards the ladies' showers. Augusto would soon follow to the men's wet zone, but then as soon as he hit the blind spot, he turned to the ladies' showers.

Day after day, Ana and Augusto showered together. Every morning he got to fuck his mother in the shower. With no other lady-contestant and no cameras in the showers, they merrily made love.

Most of the time Augusto took her standing in the shower, but quite a few times they would lay splayed on the floor.

I had no way of knowing this, and neither did anyone else in the production house.

The sportsperson became suspicious because every time he entered the showers, they were all spot dry, even though clearly Augusto looked clean and showered.

Added to the suspicions, both were usually lovey-dovey and touchy-feely, like lovebirds. The competitiveness in him kicked in. As he started to become vulnerable, he pushed back, hard. He picked a fight with Augusto for no reason.

A few days later, the results came in, and without any surprise, he got booted for being a bickering, irrational person to a young man, that too in presence of a lady.

As I saw the results of the voting, I was ecstatic. I am sure, as were Ana and Augusto. The R$10 million prize money, the BMW car, and everything that came along with winning this big-league competition was ours.

After the sportsperson got out, the competition grew hotter, but the couple inside the house was surprisingly the two most chilled out people. This did surprise everyone but only pleasantly so.

Augusto got presented as a young gentleman, who was due for big-league when he finds his footing in life. Ana was the comeback woman, the sweetheart of the nation.

Each morning, Ana and Augusto would head to the showers and have a merry fuck before appearing fresh and clean separately. This lasted a week, and the voting was announced.

After two-day-long voting across all channels - online, telephone, and text the competition between the two was presented as battle royale.

All of Friday and Saturday votes were polled. The results sat in the system and were to be made public at the Sunday evening finale when the remaining two contestants would be let out and into the adjoining studio. For the finale, the final ten contestants were also invited, a ceremonial studio interview, performances, and gala would lead into the final event of declaring the winner.

Friday and Saturday, Ana and Augusto gave interviews from within the house and were supposed to talk to the audience. If the purpose was to make Brazilians vote for you, Ana chose to bat for Augusto and asked Brazilians to vote for the young man who had a life and career ahead of him and it'd be great if he won.

Augusto was a little less articulate but he highlighted a great time he had at the BBB house. He spent a long time praising all contestants and gave a long while just on Ana.

With both unaware of the other's interview content, the public saw their solo interviews as they voted frantically.

Even though the voting day had ended, Ana and Augusto had to stay back inside until the start of Sunday evening's gala.

If this was going to be their last day at the house, they meant to make the most of it.

After their showers, and the ceremonial interviews, Ana and Augusto looked into the pre-determined camera in the main room. I had to toggle it up and down since I was indeed at the post.

Ana walked ahead into the meditation room. Ana did not roll her hand into her hair to tie a knot or anything, as she should have to signal me to stop the camera. I was confused.

I am not sure whether Augusto didn't do his wriggle in the ear signal because his mother had not done her signal, or was it something else, but he too walked into the meditation room straight without his ear wriggle.

What followed was bizarre, Ana and Augusto turned towards each other almost instantly.

Ana looked into the camera, from next to Augusto's head. Then directed her eyes towards Augusto. He perched his hands around her waist and drew her close, unclear of the next part.

Ana moved in close and tilted her head. Augusto did not need further instructions. He bent low and took his mother's lips with vigor.

Their first kiss was calm, loving, and smooth. Subsequent ones were urgent, aggressive, and passionate.

Augusto licked Ana's mouth clean. He sucked her tongue, then cleared the insides well. His hands roamed around her back with familiarity.

Ana held his head in place between her palms and let him do his part. Their tonguing duel lasted a decent amount of time.

After they parted for breath, both moved hand in hand towards the mattress.

Ana deftly wiggled herself out of the tight dress she had been wearing. Augusto wasted no time thereafter, having got sufficient direction where things were headed.

Augusto moved into his mother and unclasped her bra from the hooks behind her. His mouth, in the meanwhile, moved from her shoulders to her chest. By the time the bra fell off from her boobs, Augusto had found his way lower towards her tits.

He pulled the right nipple in and lustily sucked her.

Ana looked into the camera directly, as Augusto sucked her nipple. Her hands, behind his head and neck, encouraged him.

A few minutes later, their passion has arisen to the next level. From there on the disrobing was more urgent, until both had stripped naked of every piece of apparel on them.

Ana moved towards the middle of the mattress and stretched back. Her hand raised towards Augusto invitingly.

With a sense of confidence, Augusto moved between his mother's legs and stopped when he was between her thighs. And then he bent forward, parking his hands outside her shoulders.

Ana moved her hands between both of their bodies and shoved him up a little to make space. He pulled his butt up.

Ana gripped his dick in his hand. They looked into each other's eyes.

The tip of Augusto's dick touched her pussy lips. Then he moved slowly forward, easing his way in.

Ana's pussy allowed him entry as if this had been going on for years. Augusto stopped only when he was more than half inside her pussy. He held himself there to savor the experience the delicious feeling of Ana's pussy that I knew was warm, tight, and heavenly.

Ana brought her hands behind his buttocks to encourage him to go in. He did the rest.

Once inside all the way, he leaned his shoulders forward as well into Ana. He grounded his lips on her neck, kissing her and sucking her.

From the angle they were in, Ana could see directly towards the camera and we exchanged stares. I am not sure how but she knew I was watching them. If there was any doubt, then that too had got dashed earlier, when she didn't signal me to switch the microphones and camera off.

Augusto was bucking inside her pussy like he meant it. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders to raise her shoulders a little to be able to look behind Augusto towards the camera.

The pumping grew and so did her struggle to keep her stare stable. Augusto started cumming first with a lot of hissing from his nose and throat. A grunt or two to express his climax, and then he started filling her like an experienced lover. Ana kept looking at the camera. The look on her face belied her resolve because lust was evident in her eyes.

Once he had calmed down, still jerking slowly inside her pussy, Ana changed course and pushed his chest lightly. Augusto retreated.

They kept moving in pre-meditated motions as if these were practiced moves. Moments later, Augusto was lying on his back. Ana had directed him to stretch in a manner that from my camera position I could see the top of his head.

It only took me seconds to realize what was happening next. Ana moved on her knees and toes to swiftly change direction. Once at his hip level, Ana moved one leg and rode our son.

At his hip, Ana remained perched high with her pussy just a few inches above his dick. Without risking it getting limp before the next step, she took Augusto's tool in her hands and raised it up while holding it with her fingers.

Ana did not need to look down for directing the pole inside her. As soon as Augusto's cock touched the pussy, she let go and started slipping down. Rest was all gravity.

Once her pussy had eaten his entire cock, Ana parked her palms on Augusto's chest. The rodeo ride from then on, was all Ana. She rode him like a pro. I could recollect the pussy tightening technique she would use in such situations, milking my pecker.

She bucked and rocked, looking into the camera as if looking directly into my eyes.

I was going insane. If it weren't for people around me, I would have had my dick out and jerked it in a frenzy.

If I had a pen-drive storage, I'd have recorded this lewd display of incestuous lovemaking but I had to make do with etching it all in my memory forever.

Ana climaxed around Augusto's dick with the calmness of a lioness. She remained composed and spasmed on his cock, vibrating her orgasm for Augusto and for me.

Ana won the voting hands down by a margin of hundred and eighty thousand votes.

After the voting results were announced on a huge bedecked stage, confetti flying in the air, Ana scooped Augusto's face in her hands and gave her a kiss that the nation saw. Nobody knew that she was his mother and he was her son.

Ana had won just everything on her own account.

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