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Volume IThe day after, we took a nap after lunch. Veronica and I decided to take Violetita to Adelaide's good beaches so she could say goodbye to the trip.
I slept during siesta there while Veronica took care of her daughter.
That night, another generous dinner and around 9 pm, Violeta went up to bed and her mother and I went up to tell her a story. My mother-in-law loves seeing me narrate stories. I don't need books. I'm fine with drawings, a finger, an eyelash. Anything and I'll invent something entertaining for the little princess.
Once she fell asleep, however, her mother looked at me nervously and a bit ashamed as we walked down the second-floor hallway.
I opened the door, hugging and kissing her wildly.
Something I enjoy about her and Amelia is the pleasure of undressing them.
In Marisol's case, it's more impatient and helps me take off my clothes. It's not bad either.
But with them, that sign of submission is what I love because they give me complete freedom. They don't rush me.
I get distracted, massaging and kissing their bra straps or putting my fingers in their clefts while licking their thighs and they let themselves go like mannequins.
If they didn't like it, they would resist and I would understand because it's their bodies. But that never happens.
I discover my mother-in-law's waist and booty and have mixed feelings about her rolls.
Her waist has become an erogenous zone because it sends intense moans when I caress it.
But that night, I wanted to try her bum like I've done with Marisol and Diana.
She surprises me as I separate her buttocks and she comes immediately when she feels my tongue in her hole. Oh, Marco!... Ohhh, Marco!... That's never been done to me! she says, twisting with pleasure.
Her knees buckle and I can see her breasts bobbing while a single drop of saliva hangs from her mouth and the aroma of hot woman begins to emanate between her legs. She gives an approving groan when Feels the little tip in her anus. My gland teases her hole and she contains her moans, very slowly. Releases a strong sigh when I penetrate her. She loves it when I take her Booty too. Obviously, she's more used than her daughters', but that doesn't take away from the pleasant sensation. I can also enter easily without much difficulty and my movements become agile soon after. She gives muffled moans while her breasts shake wildly and I realize she's coming through the other hole, as she always shakes in a special way when she finishes, like she's trying to contain pleasure and the womanly aroma becomes more intense. I hold onto her waist, soft and smooth, which makes her groan and shake her body to facilitate my thrusts. 'That's it, Marco!... That's it, Marco!... Ahh!... Ahhh!' She finished through her Booty. We both needed a breath and she wasn't stopping smiling. 'Ay, Marco!... Ay, Marco!...' She laughed while trying to catch her breath. 'How much I'm going to miss you!... Ufff!... You make me burn calories like a crazy person!' We fell asleep in bed, tired and content, waiting for the usual routine. She was hot and full of sweat. 'And it still doesn't go down, Marco!' She laughed at seeing my erection halfway through, when we finally managed to separate. She started licking it without caring where she had been. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had known her before Marisol. Veronica is one of those women who enjoy life as a married woman: hardworking, diligent and always smiling, despite swallowing tremendous injustices. She's a sensual woman who has taken good care of herself for her age and doesn't look bad at all: her good butt; her generous breasts, which may not be as firm and upright as her older daughters', but are still attractive; her green eyes, more tired and sad than her daughters', which reveal a life that hasn't been so happy; her red hair With darker bases that try to give greater dignity to something that is elegant and distinguished on its own... But behind that dedicated wife's posture, a fierce one hides... I would have been quite attached to my mother-in-law if I hadn't known my nightingale... And it's because, although she handles herself excellently in bed with one or more lovers, like me, preferring to have only one partner for love. Those marvelous months where I felt guilty enjoying the body of my wife's mother were the best I've lived, because that sensation, enjoying someone like her: so beautiful, rejected and married to a husband who didn't deserve or value her, made me feel like it was a sin not to take advantage of her. With her, I learned about anal sex and refined my caresses and kisses. Thanks to her, my resistance in bed increased by heaps (something that, in that bizarre turn of events, Marisol eventually thanked). She was the first woman who took advantage of me (and not just once, but several times), in a delicious and lascivious way... She was the first woman I made love to without using condoms, so she was also the one who took my virginity... For her, I've been her best friend, lover, husband, hero, counselor, consoler, support, and aid, among many other things. In those days, she confessed that she had already seen me before that afternoon when I went to look for Pepito the dog, and that from that time on, she had a crush on me... She's a jaguar like Americans would say: she likes young guys, and since I appear younger than my age, I hadn't gone unnoticed by her radar. If I hadn't known her daughter before, who knows? Maybe I would have run away with her... 'You know so many things... Do you have an explanation?' I'd ask, licking and caressing her. 'I don't know! I haven't investigated...' I replied, enjoying her kisses. She likes mine too. She's as vixenish as her daughters, but she's the most... mature, try to contain yourself.
Despite this, she still roams around 'casually', sticking close to me when we meet in the kitchen, always offering her Booty to me.
'And doesn't it hurt? Because Sergio's friends were complaining about the pills...' she asked, rubbing it between her hand.
'It doesn't hurt,' I replied, smiling at her caresses. 'In fact, it bothers me more if I don't put it in...'
She smiled at my joke.
'I think it has just the right size...' she examined it with her green eyes, sniffing and breathing on it as if she knew a lot about this topic. 'You can put it in your mouth without problems... pass your tongue over it and suck it like it's a tasty ice cream...'
She gave me a pleasant demonstration...
'If I had time, I'd try it all morning on my lips...' she confessed, smiling.
'And how do you feel?' I asked. 'Do you still think I don't excite you that much?'
She smiled.
'Not at all!' she said, not taking her eyes off me. 'I've seen you these days and you give me the same push as if it were Marisol or Amelita...'
'And how's my performance?' I asked with a little embarrassment. 'Do you like it?'
She smiled mischievously...
'Are you asking if maybe you're the best of those I've been with?'
'I'm not!' I replied, my face burning. 'But I'd worry that you were faking it with me...'
'What a tender one!' she said, caressing me like a mother. 'No, no need to worry! If you had done a bad job, I wouldn't take care of it so much...'
Sometimes I think Veronica helps me work through my unresolved Oedipus complexes...
'A Lucia will also like it...' I meditated, looking at her with tenderness. 'She's smaller than Diego's and you're not as selfish...'
'Hey!' I exclaimed, embarrassed 'One thing is them... but we're talking about your sister and Pamela's mom...'
'And don't you think we're talking about you?' she asked, always smiling when she saw me getting complicated.
Both Veronica and Marisol seem obsessed with trying it on Lucia and I won't deny that it still tempts me because she still looks as beautiful as ever... but it still ... worried more about the Spanish Amazon... Maybe... but Pamela would be bothered... Yes, that's true. Recognized, sighing. But after all that farce that Pamela was your girlfriend, the marriage and the thing with Violetita, you have many desires. Especially because Marisol told me how generous she is... lending to her cousin... Yes. I replied disheartened. Sometimes it makes me feel like a pair of boots... She gave me a slap on the arm... Why are you complaining?... You're not fooling me that you don't enjoy it! She scolded with a smile. I smiled. If... but I worry more about Pamela... I said. I know! But I don't think Pamela would be bothered that much. After all, we've all had our weird encounters with you. She said, stroking me. And doesn't it make you jealous? She laughed. Do you still think we have a serious relationship? she asked. Well... yes. Marco, I won't deny that I have strong feelings for you!... she confessed. If it were up to me, we would spend the whole day getting and getting... and getting to know each other, I don't think it would be difficult for you. But although I love you, I'm not your wife. Her gaze turned slightly more sad. I understand perfectly... I replied, stroking her hair. Besides, this is the first time I can take care of my life. That I feel strong enough to stand on my own two feet. She said, settling into my chest and listening to the beats of my heart. I've always known that. She smiled again. And changing the subject... she said, sitting down and taking her hair, highlighting her figure and looking at me in a sensual way. What grade do you give me? I was confused. Why are you asking? Because everyone else does. She laughed. And what do you say to them? That they're gods, that they break me, and all those things... Then she looked at me with some concern. Of course... with you, I don't lie... She smiled mischievously. I give you the highest grade: a 7.0 I replied. And how about me? She smiled... Mhm... good... she said, thinking. Fuck you... a 6.8 Why? Didn't I do it well? I asked nervous.
Yes, you've done it quite well... she replied, enjoying my nervousness.
Did I leave you unsatisfied?
No, that's not the problem, she signaled, very entertained.
Is my rhythm? Don't you like it?
No, your rhythm is fine... She said, remembering with great pleasure...
She was giving me a tender smile...
Then... What? I asked finally.
At that moment, she looked to the side, taking her hands nervously...
Well... we've never done 69... she replied.
I laughed.
And is that important to you?
Of course! She responded with a big smile. Almost as important as making love...
But I don't think it's good... I pointed out disheartened.
Are you joking, right? she asked with tremendous eyes. You suck pretty well down there and can get two women without problems... And you're telling me that?
I blushed...
It's just that I get distracted a lot! I replied.
In reality, I don't have much confidence...
Just please one old woman like me and give me what I want! she asked.
And so I did: she lay on top of me and left her hairy, pinkish, and scented-with-woman pubic hair at the level of my face, and it was inevitable to take it in my mouth...
Ah-ha! She exclaimed when I tried it, quite relieved. I knew you wouldn't do it wrong!
I felt like she was sucking me deliciously below, while I hugged her waist and played with my fingers, massaging her wet opening and licking her swollen and moist button.
She, on the other hand, licked it more dedicatedly. I listened as she moaned doing so and with the hand that held her waist, I put a couple of fingers in her ass...
She let out a groan and said...
Like you like putting your fingers up my butt!... Tell me what it feels like!...
And I felt her climax, with my index finger massaging the tip of the anus.
It stood my hairs on end... and I stopped.
I listened as she laughed.
I suppose not all men like... she said, finally removing her finger and licking with desire.
She loved that I was snooping around her butt. taking pleasure with our mouths, I wanted it to turn around, so I could break its ass again.
Why... do you like them so much... booties? she asked, enjoying the penetration.
Because... my mother-in-law... taught me... I replied.
What an old... more slut... must be she!... isn't it? she sighed. Enjoying... as her son-in-law... breaks his ass... every time...
She's not a slut..., I pointed out. She has unusual tastes... but I love her just the same...
We kissed in those moments, while I massaged her breasts. Her waist was moving to coincide with my movements.
Tell me, Marco... Do you still miss... my little rolls? she asked, looking at me with dreamy eyes.
I grasped her waist.
No!... because now... I can put it deeper inside...
She exclaimed in satisfaction as she felt me asserting myself on her waist, pumping with greater violence.
Yes, Marco!... Yes, Marco!... Ahhh!... Put it in more!... Put it in more!... Ahhh!... Ahhh!... Sí!... Finish inside!... Finish inside!... Si!... Burn me!... Burn me!... Siiii!... Asiiiii!... More!.... Ahhhhhh!
She smiled as she felt me inside...
And now?... I asked, panting. Have I improved?
A little bit... she replied with a beautiful smile of exhaustion. It's just that... if I give you a 7.0, you won't try so hard...
You're wrong! I pointed out, giving her another passionate kiss. I would have to try harder, to maintain the average...
She smiled as she saw me hard and aiming for her other hole...
Really, you're a very diligent student... she said, putting on a beautiful face as I penetrated her.
And so we spent the night, until almost 5 am.Next post
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