Le gusta la polla.

I call myself Chris, I am the mother of four children and have been a widow for over a month now. My husband died in a motorcycle accident. He was very drunk at the time so I still haven't forgiven him and God help me but if I can avoid it I won't cry about his loss.

Tomás wasn't a bad husband or father, I'd lie if I said I didn't miss him. But he's really gotten on my nerves and taken away from me what was best: his cock.

I'm a natural-born momma, the queen of blowjobs, and with Tomás I never lacked for cock. Now he's left me alone and I'll have to find another man who can satisfy my needs and is just as well-endowed.

The day of the funeral was the strangest day of my life.

They say death only reminds us that we're alive. That pleasures are unleashed, colors are more vivid, and we're overcome with the urge to laugh at the most inopportune moments. I understand why some societies take funerals as a celebration of life. I woke up that morning hot like a cat in heat and craving cock. Tomás was no longer there and I was so angry with him that I decided to suck off at least one good dick before the day was over.

The opportunity arose after the burial. The family was reassembling to go eat at the restaurant, deciding how many cars we'd take. My oldest son Ernesto had insisted on me going with him (I don't know how to drive, never had a car) but I went straight to Mauro, my late husband's twin brother.

Mauro, can I go with you?

Of course.

Mauro had mentioned that morning that he was a bit uncomfortable, didn't want my children or me to suffer more because of his presence and that one word from me would be enough for him to leave. Actually, it didn't bother me at all that Mauro was a living copy of my late husband. In fact, I'd already decided he was my perfect victim.

For the love of God, Mauro. It was your brother. How are we going to be bothered by your presence at the funeral? I replied, trying to calm him down.

That had been hours ago. Now I got into his car while my older son looked at me with a weird face from the other end of the parking lot.

Well. Let's go.

No, we can't. Carla and Sara are coming with me in the car.

Carla was his wife, Sara his daughter.

Mauro searched for his wife among the crowd with his eyes.

Let's go - I urged. My kids will take them, they won't be left behind. But get me out of here, please.

A bit annoyed Mauro finally gave in.

During the first five minutes, while Mauro drove with his eyes fixed on the road, we maintained an inconsequential conversation, avoiding talking about Tomás, but it wasn't a topic that could leave my mind if I wanted to achieve what I had proposed.

Can I ask you an indiscreet question? - I asked finally, lowering my voice a bit.

Of course - he replied.

If only I knew how to say it... - I said.

Say it.

No. Leave it. It's not appropriate.

Come on, Chris. You can tell me what it is. I won't get scandalized.

Well, Mauro had imagined that the question was of a sexual content. Good.

Okay - I said. Here goes. Your brother was very well-endowed. He had a fabulous cock, if you understand. I've always wondered if you had one like him.

Mauro laughed, good sign.

Tomás and I were identical in everything else. I don't know why we wouldn't be the same when it comes to my member.

I don't know. With twins, you never know.

Do you mean your sons? Do Javier and Manu have very different dicks? - there was a tone of concern in his voice.

Manu is quite more endowed than Javi.

What's strange.

Of course I've never seen... You know.

Empalmaos. Mauro laughed.
- That's it. Get dressed. But Manu fills up the clothes a lot more, I don't know if you understand.
- Perfectly.
- Maybe the size depends on other factors besides genetics.
- What kind?
- If you wear tight pants, maybe.
- Your husband always wore them well and says he was well-endowed.
- Oh. Are you saying that maybe you have it even bigger than Tomás?
- Did I say that?
- Not exactly. But you never wear tight pants.
Mauro bit his lip, thoughtful.

I think all men doubt our size. Porn movies aren't reliable, you can't compare yourself to Nacho Vidal without depressing yourself.

What does Carla say?
She likes it a lot, but she's never commented on whether I have it bigger or smaller than her exes and I don't think I want to know.
Well, I'll always be in doubt.

Mauro laughed, this time a bit nervous.

- What's this about, Chris? Are you asking me to show it?
- No, no. Just curiosity.

We remained silent for a few minutes. Mauro was driving at only sixty kilometers per hour. Any moment now the rest of the cars on the way to the restaurant would start passing us.

- Why are you going so slow?

- Sorry. I was thinking about what you said earlier.
- It's a bit late to worry about which of the two brothers had it bigger.
- Yes... And there'd only be one way to find out and that won't happen.
- True...

I let a minute pass before delivering the final blow.

- Although...
- Yes?
I knew I couldn't propose sex directly without common sense taking over. He was married, his brother had just died, and we were at a funeral. And I was a widow. That door wasn't easy to open.

But what if I presented it as just a game?

- There's a way for us to discover which of the brothers had it bigger. big without having to stop at a median strip to make yourself a masturbation while I'm looking at you from the car.

- Ah, yes? And what kind is that?

- Fuck the detour.

For my surprise, Mauro didn't think twice and took the secondary road I had proposed, which took us away from the restaurant.

I asked him to drive until a nearby service area and park. He did it between two heavy trucks, which gave us no small privacy.

Without giving him time to ask questions that could have made both of us uncomfortable, I pulled out my mobile (a well-sized screen phone), searched for the folder of my homemade videos with Tomás and selected one where he was eating me out in a first-class close-up.

After passing the mobile to Mauro,

- Wow... - he said after a while. - If that guy had a big cock.

- Does it get you?

- I'm not sure. Don't you have another one from a different position?

- Wait, there's a very good one and you can see it from the side - I said.

Mauro passed me the mobile to let me search for the video and took his hand to his package. He rearranged himself in preparation of getting erect without any shame.

I searched for a video where Tomás was giving me anal sex. I passed it back to him.

- Ugh. I didn't know you guys did these things - Mauro said, not missing a single detail from the images.

- Sex is all good. Although if there's something that drives me crazy...

- Yes?

- ...is suck it.

The whole meat was already on the grill. Mauro could pick up the glove or let the water flow from the fountain. In less time than it takes to remember some other phrase, he took his hands to his pants and unzipped them.

- I'm only doing this so you can tell me if I surpass Tomás.

- Sure. I have a good measure of size. I haven't sucked any other cock in twenty-five years.

- And don't you have hunger?

- My saliva is just dripping from thinking about it.

Mauro pulled out a real big one. My mouth was watering and my pussy was a puddle. At first glance it was exactly the same as my late husband's but much more appetizing. Mauro was my brother-in-law, married with a daughter. It was his brother's funeral day, my husband's. We shouldn't have been doing that. We couldn't do that thing. That's why it was so exciting and that's why I almost came from pleasure when I put that cock in between my lips, the same and yet different from Tomás'.

Mauro didn't take long to start admiring my technique out loud.

Mmm, how well you suck, Christina. What a delight...
I've always liked sucking very much. Before I met Tomás, (it seems like a lie how fast years go by) I had a boyfriend who didn't like fucking. He had gotten used to having blowjobs in the military service and could survive on them. He claimed that no woman had ever eaten him out as well as his best friend from the service. So I learned to suck him off, even though it wasn't something that particularly attracted me at the time, with the hope that if I did it well enough he would stay by my side.
I was very young and still hadn't discovered that there's no faithful man, it's not in his nature. And that the least faithful man is the one who goes crazy when someone eats him out, because any mouth will do for them and they don't have the feeling of being unfaithful.

As expected, that boyfriend continued on his way. And I met Tomás. And I fell for him, but more for his cock. It's true what they say: sex is a learning process and we carry all our old lovers with us because from that first boyfriend there's nothing more exciting for me than feeling a cock harden between my lips, licking the glans languidly and starting to satisfy my thirst with precum. I love its texture, its taste, it intoxicates me with its smell and makes me completely crazy receiving the cum and seeing in video how it drips onto my tits, my ass or face.
And especially, receiving the semen in my mouth. That's a hard-to-beat pleasure.
How? You can imagine I had lied to Mauro. With such passion for tails, no one could withstand 25 years of sucking the same cock and every now and then, when Tomás was away at work, I would search for hard members to take me to my mouth. I had tried many cocks and each one had its point. I hadn't found any that wouldn't let themselves be sucked and they all had something special.

I'm not saying I don't enjoy a good cock giving me trouble in the pussy or ass. As I told Mauro that day, all sex is good, but I can't help it. My weakness is fellatio. I think we're born with each of us having a gift, and my first boyfriend discovered mine.

While I was sucking my brother-in-law's cock, I lifted up the black dress and put my hand in my underwear to find my pussy. It was very wet and it was a pleasure to start masturbating with two fingers while my mouth was so full of meat.

Mauro pushed my hair away from my face to see his tail entering and leaving my mouth full of saliva.

Then I had an idea. I stopped what I was doing and dedicated myself to hiding in the glove compartment any sign that would reveal at a glance that this was Mauro's car, like a horrible Elvis doll moving its hips.

What are you doing?

Record me, I said, passing him my phone. If someone ever saw the video, they'd think it was another blow job on my husband.

With the clothes we're wearing to his funeral?

We can take off our clothes.

That sounds great.

And so we did. We undressed as quickly as possible, which was complicated inside the car, and left our clothes folded in the back seat. While I was folding my clothes, Mauro's hand caught my pussy and butt at the same time and his contact produced a pleasant shiver.

I was already recording when he gave me a tongue lick later on my vulva.

Not long after, I went back to sucking that colossal cock when my son Ernesto's face appeared behind the window and his knuckles hit the crystal. We had been caught completely.