This is the story of Inti. I never knew her true name because that's what they called her as a kid. I met her at an art performance where I was also participating. She presented herself to me impulsively. We talked for a bit and exchanged phone numbers (back when WhatsApp didn't exist yet). I was really busy making interesting social connections and after talking for over 20 minutes, I didn't see her again. But since I had her number, I didn't regret it too much.
Three days later, my phone rang with an unknown number. I'm Inti's mom, she said, and in my head, the idea that I'd gotten myself into some kind of trouble settled in. She was almost 30 years older than her daughter, so I imagined some lecture coming my way for that. But no.
Andrea, Inti's mom, told me she worked at a cultural dependency and that due to her daughter's insistence, she could help me with my art. It's rare for her to ask me for a favor because we don't get along well. She must have really liked you Andrea said, then added: If you want, let's have lunch together in the city center and I'll tell you what I can do for you
I met a beautiful, thin woman with an impossible body that was hard to believe she looked so good. We talked formally and the woman, my age, was very nice to me. We parted ways after spending some hours looking at each other silently, with mutual desires, and promising to concretize something work-related.
A week later, Inti called me saying she wanted to see me. I agreed because the young woman had an undeniable energy. I taught her how to make mate and explained all the Argentine tradition surrounding it. At one point, I went to the bathroom and when I came back, I found her inside my bed, covered only with a sheet.
My surprise was much greater than my desire for her to stop. 'What are you doing, Inti?' she said naturally.
'Come here, please,' she said, adding: 'I overheard my mom talking on the phone with a friend of hers. She told her that she had met an Argentine and that in future work gatherings, she would find enough reasons to take him to bed.'
As I was still in shock and already enjoying this woman's desire to have me, she continued: 'And I get along well with my mom. Because of her, I don't see my dad every day. So I proposed that if her plan is to sleep with you, I should win her over.'
And so we spent the whole afternoon until she left.
Conclusion: her mother called a few days later and already knowing what she was looking for, I didn't make it difficult for myself at all. Inti always wanted to know how I had seduced her mother and would ask who of the two did it better. 'My mom couldn't have sucked my cock like I did hers.' 'Does she suck?' 'My cock is young and hers can't be as pretty or yummy.' Things like that made me really hard.
'Get her well, anyway,' she'd say. 'I enjoy knowing she's happy that whoever is screwing her is also screwing me and better...and without her finding out.'
I attended to mother and daughter for three months. I never lied to Inti about each encounter with her mother. On the contrary...I enjoyed the details she told me. Andrea never knew my cock was penetrating every hole of her daughter.
(The photos are of Inti)
Three days later, my phone rang with an unknown number. I'm Inti's mom, she said, and in my head, the idea that I'd gotten myself into some kind of trouble settled in. She was almost 30 years older than her daughter, so I imagined some lecture coming my way for that. But no.
Andrea, Inti's mom, told me she worked at a cultural dependency and that due to her daughter's insistence, she could help me with my art. It's rare for her to ask me for a favor because we don't get along well. She must have really liked you Andrea said, then added: If you want, let's have lunch together in the city center and I'll tell you what I can do for you
I met a beautiful, thin woman with an impossible body that was hard to believe she looked so good. We talked formally and the woman, my age, was very nice to me. We parted ways after spending some hours looking at each other silently, with mutual desires, and promising to concretize something work-related.
A week later, Inti called me saying she wanted to see me. I agreed because the young woman had an undeniable energy. I taught her how to make mate and explained all the Argentine tradition surrounding it. At one point, I went to the bathroom and when I came back, I found her inside my bed, covered only with a sheet.My surprise was much greater than my desire for her to stop. 'What are you doing, Inti?' she said naturally.
'Come here, please,' she said, adding: 'I overheard my mom talking on the phone with a friend of hers. She told her that she had met an Argentine and that in future work gatherings, she would find enough reasons to take him to bed.'
As I was still in shock and already enjoying this woman's desire to have me, she continued: 'And I get along well with my mom. Because of her, I don't see my dad every day. So I proposed that if her plan is to sleep with you, I should win her over.'
And so we spent the whole afternoon until she left.
Conclusion: her mother called a few days later and already knowing what she was looking for, I didn't make it difficult for myself at all. Inti always wanted to know how I had seduced her mother and would ask who of the two did it better. 'My mom couldn't have sucked my cock like I did hers.' 'Does she suck?' 'My cock is young and hers can't be as pretty or yummy.' Things like that made me really hard.
'Get her well, anyway,' she'd say. 'I enjoy knowing she's happy that whoever is screwing her is also screwing me and better...and without her finding out.'
I attended to mother and daughter for three months. I never lied to Inti about each encounter with her mother. On the contrary...I enjoyed the details she told me. Andrea never knew my cock was penetrating every hole of her daughter.
(The photos are of Inti)
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