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During the rest of the day, all I thought about was Marta. Especially that strange invitation to talk about my relationship with Susana and Víctor. As far as I could tell, everyone, especially her, was very happy about how things were going. I couldn't get out of my head an idea that had never crossed my mind before. Marta was a woman who would probably be a terrible nag if she took more care of her appearance. She had an excellent figure, which with a dress that accentuated her breasts and hips, some mascara and painted lips, would kill several men. I remembered the tacit game we played where I showed off my cock and she enjoyed what was offered. I got hot thinking about the almost kiss we were about to share, and the view of her breasts when I accompanied her to the bus.
I started seriously thinking about Marta. Was she trying to seduce me? Did she want me to seduce her? I would have to wait until the next day to find out exactly what she intended with our conversation. I imagined sucking those beautiful breasts, much larger than Susana's, and making her scream. I had to masturbate to be able to sleep.
I went out onto the street and it was cloudy, as if a rainstorm was about to break out at any moment. I took an impermeable jacket, just in case, and headed to my meeting with Marta. I would have to carry this garment for the rest of the day since, like every Wednesday, I didn't bring my purse to class. I arrived so early (eight minutes past nine) that from the corner I could see Susana saying goodbye to her mother at the street door. Víctor should already be on duty at the hospital by then. I hid behind a tree so Susana wouldn't see me, and when she turned the corner, I made my way to my meeting with Marta.
She opened the door, greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and She made me go to the dining room. My cock hardened as soon as I saw her. The rubber band that normally held all her hair was not there. All her black hair was loose around her face, accentuating the features of her face. She had only a little blush on her cheeks, a line of eyeliner in her eyes and her lips painted with a furious red. She was wearing a blue dress with white moons, with two thick straps that formed a square neckline where her precious breasts clearly protruded, I could delight myself with the channel between them. The skirt above her knees drove me crazy with passion. What I had dreamed and imagined the night before was in front of me and I didn't know what to do. Let her take the initiative, after all, Marta had invited me to be there at that moment.
I pointed towards the sofa and she says:Let's go to the kitchen and we'll be able to talk and drink mate at the same time.I sat on the headboard chair that faced away from the kitchen door. She was in the chair to my right. She got up to be closer to me. So close that our knees touched. She started brewing mate and kept repeating over and over again how happy she was with her boys about my relationship. I let her talk for several rounds of mate, until the water jug was empty. It was clear that everything was an excuse for me to spend the whole morning with her. While she talked, I thought about when I would take the courage to kiss her or touch her breasts openly. She got up and decided to refill the water jug for another round of mate, but I stopped her saying:I don't want any more mate. And I'd like you to tell me the truth about why you made me come all this way. You're not going to make me believe we're only going to talk about how much you enjoy and appreciate my relationship with your daughter and nephew, because I've already heard you say it a lot since you found out. Why don't you tell me the truth about the real reason for my visit?He sat down, took me by both hands and with eyes full of tears he says:What do you think of me as a woman?
I don't understand what you want me to answer.
- Do you think I'm a woman who can still seduce someone? What can I still make someone interested in me? Tell the truth.
- Of course. Despite your age you still remain a beautiful woman.'
Do you mean that seriously, or are you just trying to impress me?
- “No, I truly believe you're beautiful. You have a body and figure still spectacular, and today, with that dress, you're so striking that people will turn their heads on the street to whistle at you. Your loose hair, painted lips, eyeliner line on your eyes, the dress with a pronounced neckline and short skirt, your precious... I stopped short, I was going to tell her how much I loved her tits, but I didn't dare express it out loud. She encouraged me:What's with...? What were you referring to? To my breasts...? Do you like them...? Are they warming you up...?Instead of pouncing on her breasts to kiss them and tell the truth, I said:You're very beautiful, your whole body is a beauty. But it seems to me that we're playing a very dangerous game.
- “Dangerous? You call this conversation 'dangerous'. And how are we going to call the little game you played with your beautiful cock in front of me the other day? And how are we going to call the almost kiss we were about to give each other, that was it? Don't come telling me you don't like me or get turned on as a woman, because I wouldn't believe you. Nor tell me you didn't enjoy when we almost kissed, because I know you'd be lying. Or maybe you wouldn't have liked our lips coming together in a delicious kiss? You can't imagine the desire I had to suck your cock standing up that you were offering me, and if I didn't do it was because my daughter was nearby. You can't imagine the desire I had to really kiss you, but I didn't want to pull the rope any further, considering Susana's proximity. I don't want to be responsible for driving you away from Víctor and Susana.”I had been disarmed by her arguments. Both of us knew about the mutual heat we felt for each other. She showed me her cards and forced me to do the same. Searching deep in my head for the right words to answer her, I get up and offering her my hand, I invite her to follow me. She looks at me, hesitates for a few seconds, and finally lets herself be led to the sofa. We sit down. She's on my left, and gathering courage, I respond:You're an incredible and wonderful woman. Let's accept that the game we played was tacitly consented. It was on purpose that I showed you my cock so blatantly when I noticed you couldn't take your eyes off it. You have every right about the kiss, I would have loved to give you a long and deep kiss. And if... I confess... your tits drive me crazy. Since the first time I saw you, I've been dreaming of being able to touch them and kiss them.
Do you like my tits? Here they are...And she took off the shoulder straps from her dress, unbuttoned the bodice and left her breasts to the air, pointing with her nipples towards me.
Don't answer her, I rushed at those enormous udders. I started kissing and sucking her right nipple while playing with my left hand on her other nipple. Marta moaned and said:Yes, Eduardo. It's been years since nobody takes care of my tits. Suck, suck and suck. Don't get tired of sucking. Make my pussy completely wet.As I listened to this last one, I brought my hand towards her pussy and could tell that her panties were getting wet. She was alternating between one nipple and the other, but we were in an uncomfortable position. She rested on the sofa and lifting up her skirt, I could see a totally soaked pair of underwear. I took off the underwear and started sucking her vagina with desperation. She began to moan and scream:- Take care of me, use the word: pussy. I almost don't remember what an orgasm is. Make me feel it again.'With my tongue probing all possible places in her vagina. My saliva mixed with her flows until she finally had an orgasm. I drank all her juices. Not content, she asked me to keep going, wanting another orgasm. My tongue was already a bit tired so I alternated it with my fingers. When she achieved her new orgasm, which like the first one I drank all the juices I could swallow, and as she was relaxing and calming down, she began to feel ashamed of what had happened. I said:- “Marta, it was marvelous. Don't be ashamed. We both sought it and we both enjoyed it.”'
Yes, but you're my boys' boyfriend. What are we going to do now?
For now, let's keep enjoying ourselves. Then we'll think about what to do and what to tell Susana and Victor.
And why don't we think about it now?
Because you already enjoyed and had fun twice, and look at me. This cock won't calm down like this alone.showing him a very hard cock under my cowboy pants.You're right. How selfish I've been. Give me that beautiful blow job. It's been a long time since I had one in my mouth.I helped loosen my belt, pulled down my pants and underwear in one tug, and devoured my cock with a single movement. I could feel the tip of my cock touching the bottom of her throat. It was clear she hadn't forgotten what to do with a cock in her mouth. She slowly deployed all her skills, and when I was about to cum, I warned her not to surprise me, and she says:“Give me all the cum you have. I want to feel again in my mouth the taste of male's cum.”Download three violent jets and emptied my balls completely into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but some spilled out of her lips. We cleaned up the place and freshened up a bit. We sat back down on the sofa. It had started raining, just a fine drizzle. We looked at each other for seconds that seemed like years and decided it was time there were no more kisses on the cheeks or lips between us. Both of us opened our mouths and kissed passionately, alternating our tongues in one and then the other mouth. A long half hour passed of kissing. It was almost 9:30 am. That's when she decided we should clarify what had happened, first between us and if necessary with Victor and Susana.
First, she thanked me for making her come and for the orgasms I gave her. She told me that since she'd been widowed, already fifteen years ago, she'd only had occasional relationships with a couple of men. But they didn't want anything serious, and even less so with a woman who was not only a widow but also had a small daughter of barely 9 or 10 years old. Marta had driven them away from her life. She said that the kisses we just shared made her rediscover herself. That she remembered herself as a very passionate and exalted woman regarding sex, and that over the years that passion and exaltation had diminished. I tried to kiss her again and she stopped me, saying:What shall we tell the boys?referring to Susana and Victor.I don't know. We've only kissed and done a few other things so far.
“What else? You made me come like it hadn't happened in years, drank my precious cum and sucked my tits like a baby, and you call that 'little things'?”
Do you think it's much easier for me? I'm trying to keep a relationship with your daughter and at the same time with your nephew, and I still don't have this clear that's happening between us two. Marta, I like you and you turn me on so much, but you're Susana's mother, my girlfriend.
But it seemed like you didn't care too much about that condition a while ago.
And you neither, and that's why we're thinking about what to do about it. I desire you, I'd love to take you, but if we take that step, sooner or later we'll have to tell Susana and Victor what's happening to us.She fell silent, thoughtful. Absorbed in her thoughts. Suddenly, as if she had found the thread to unravel the skein, she says to me:My daughter has been insisting on me too much lately that I would need a man with 'outdoor bed', and every time I convince myself more that you'd be the right lover. I don't need a romantic, I need a man who loves and respects me, and at the same time makes me come like I know how to do it. I no longer want to masturbate in secret in my room. What do you think? I'm dying to get screwed as soon as possible.
I die of longing too, but I'd like to clear up this situation first so I can tell Victor and Susana about it.A thunderbolt startles us and she takes advantage to cling to me with force.“Take me with all your might, and then let's see how we'll tell them about it. Yes...?””She kissed me with immense passion. Our mouths were unable to separate. The minutes passed, and the rain, not too strong, was constant. We got up around ten in the morning as if we could read each other's minds, and she led me to her room. It was the first time I crossed that door and entered the same one. In front of the window facing the street, on the right wall a closet, and on the left a fully made bed. Then I could see an entire body mirror on the door wall. When I discovered it, I brought her in front of it so she could look and I hugged her from behind, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts above her dress. I lowered the zipper of the garment and made the dress fall to the floor. She blushed a little when she saw herself in underwear. I turned her around to kiss her and we fell asleep embracing on the bed. She helped me undress until I was completely naked. She took off my bra and panties and asked us to get into the blankets. I stayed by the window. I remembered I had socks in my bag and tried to get up. She stops me and asks:- Where are you going?'
To look for the condoms I have in my purse.
We don't need them.
What do you mean we don't need them? Are you going through your barren days?
No. When the disappearance and death of Victor's parents occurred, the bad blood and anguish lived in those moments made menopause come on me several years earlier. I haven't ovulated more than a year now. There is no risk of pregnancy, if that's what was worrying you.We hug each other, we kiss and I get on top of her. She interrupts me and says:- Why did you have condoms? Did you imagine that you would catch me today?'
No, I always have a box. For whatever may happen. Don't you believe that with your daughter it's just kisses and sixty-nines?It was a small lie since Susana didn't want to get with the condom. She smiled mischievously and kissed me passionately. I brought my cock close to her vagina and slowly started penetrating it. When my cock couldn't fit in anymore, I began a soft in-and-out motion that gradually increased in rhythm. Marta closed her eyes and moaned softly, and when she opened them again, she was kissing me, searching for my tongue with hers. After the initial moments, we managed to get into a comfortable rhythm for both of us. My cock slid in easily due to how wet Marta's pussy was. As I increased the pace of my thrusts, I kissed and sucked her nipples alternately. The soft moans had almost turned into screams by then, as the muscles in her vagina squeezed my cock tightly, making me feel like her orgasm was about to occur. Indeed, she moaned almost screamingly and her juices soaked my cock. Lubricated as it was, I increased the pace of the pumping for several minutes until I came in two bursts deep inside her pussy. She had her second orgasm, and in gratitude, she covered my face and chest with her lips, filling me with kisses. When we managed to get our heartbeats back down to a reasonable rhythm, she looked at her watch and realized it was 11:45 am, like a spring-loaded mechanism, she got up from the bed, offering me a view of her entire naked ass as she headed towards the dining room. I asked:- “Where are you going?”
I have to make an urgent phone call.
- “Is it just now? What's so urgent? Do it later and let's have a second round now.”
The called will allow us to have several rounds in a row until we finish 'the fight', my love.smiling. Hearing him say 'love' to me excited me. I followed her to the dining room, and while she was dialing a phone number, I hugged her from behind, rubbing my cock against her ass. She managed to communicate and only listening to her did I understand the plot of the lie I had imagined: - “Hello. Mrs. Angela? That's me, Marta.”
...”
I was calling her because I won't be able to go clean for her today. I woke up with a fever line and wouldn't want the rain and low temperatures of the day to make things more complicated than they already are.
...”
“Thanks for understanding me. I apologize a thousand times. Don't worry, I'll arrive earlier next week and stay a bit longer to make up for today.”
...”
Goodbye and until next Wednesday.And directing himself to me, he says:- “Ready, my love. We have the rest of the day for ourselves. What do you think if I prepare some sandwiches and drinks and we take them to the bedroom?”I nodded my head and naked as we were went to the kitchen. While she prepared the frugal lunch, I didn't stop kissing her and touching her all over. The preparation of the snack was permanently accompanied by tongue-kissing sessions. When everything was ready, we returned to the room. Between us, we shared the first of the sandwiches, and not only did we eat the bite, but we also devoured each other with our gazes. Barely did we drink a sip of the drinks to help bring down the food and without any preamble, we kissed, hugged, and resumed the abandoned task. This time, she got on top of my body and taking my cock with her right hand, guided it until it disappeared inside her already dripping pussy.
The vision of Marta, with her enormous tits bobbing in front of me, was like being in paradise. She set the pace of the screwing and I let her do it. She reclined forward, resting her hands on the pillow so that her nipples would almost be over my lips. I caught the right nipple and dedicated myself to it for a time that seemed endless, kissing and sucking it with my lips and tongue. Marta seemed like a volcano about to erupt from how hot she was. She had an orgasm, and in full convulsions, she's the one who puts me inside her left nipple saying:Take care of her too. You won't want her to get jealous. Keep going until I come again.I started kissing and sucking alternately both breasts and nipples. She moaned and increased the pace. I finished inside her at the same time as she had a new orgasm. We hugged and, between the sound of the rain and the quiet that our bodies demanded, we fell asleep. Without taking notice of the hour, we woke up with a desire to be together again. We started with our games and caresses. I positioned myself on top of her and when I penetrated her with one stroke all the way to the bottom of her vagina, Marta let out a cry of pleasure that echoed throughout the house. No one had noticed that Susana had returned near 1 pm. Startled by the scream, she bursts into the room and, faced with the spectacle offered by us, screams between surprised and angry:Mama... Eduardo... What are you doing...
- Is it really that obvious what we're doing?', I answered Martha. And continued.- “You yourself encouraged me to have a lover. A man with ‘outdoor bed’. Eduardo is an exceptional man, he has made me rediscover the passionate woman I once was. Let us dress and be able to converse like civilized adults.”
And you, what do you have to say...?Directing at me.- Wasn't I making you very happy? Wasn't I screwing like the gods? Or do you think you can screw everyone in your family?'
When you calm down a bit I'll tell you what corresponds, but I remember that it was you who had the idea of sharing me with Victor. Is there any problem with him and your mother?She slammed the door shut and went to the dining room, while we finished getting dressed in silence. We left the room. Marta sat down on one of the armchairs and I on the sofa, where Susana was already sitting. She changed seats and went to the other armchair. Her anger still lingered. The silence was cut with scissors. It seemed like it was time to talk, that I had to break the ice.“Susana, what emerged between your mother and me wasn't something we sought out, it just happened. A great empathy developed between both of us and without realizing it, things were happening to us until finally you could observe what was inevitable for both of us. Marta is a very passionate woman and we had a great time the two of us.”Never interrupted me and listened attentively to me. I reminded her how she had encouraged a three-way relationship between us and her cousin. That with her negative response she was denying her mother a little happiness. That I wouldn't have problems in sharing them all, including several others.
Marta reminded her of her permanent request to find herself a man. She accepted the arguments presented and asked about him because Marta wasn't working. Marta, with tears in her eyes, which were a mix of crying and happiness, tried to make me understand the lie she had woven and how much I had made her enjoy it. She insistedently reminded me of the years that had passed since the last time she felt this way. That when her father died, she was only 5 years old. That since then, she had been with only two men. That since the last time they made her happy, ten long years had passed. That I had managed to make her rediscover herself as the passionate woman she once was.
Susana began to cry, got up, went over to her mother, made her stand up and they hugged and cried together. The tears of anguish were transforming into tears of happiness, and both women started kissing each other's cheeks and caressing each other's hair. I approached them and hugged them too. The three of us embracing began sharing passionate kisses until we all smiled at the end. We sat down on the sofa, me between my two women, and alternated with both of them in sessions of passionate kissing.
The rain continued and Victor from the hospital guard arrived. Surprised to see us three together, especially his aunt, who should be working, he says:What are those three doing here?Susan doesn't let him talk anymore. She got up and took him to her room, telling him she would explain everything to him. After a long half hour, both of them returned to the dining room. Victor looked quite serious on his face, giving us no single hint about how he had reacted to the news received. Until finally, with an explicit smile:- “I am happy for you, Aunt Martha, and much happier for all of us. I love you all. Let's hug each other.”We melted into a group hug. The afternoon passed with rain and an amiable chat among all of us. Marta agreed with Victor on what food she would prepare for his birthday celebration that Saturday. The weather outside was horrible, but inside the house it was pure happiness. They agreed to share me, which gave them the tranquility of not having to hide anything from the others. I sat in one of the armchairs to watch TV until it was time for me to leave for the professor's office. Every time someone passed by me we kissed with passion. When it was time for me to leave, Victor accompanied me to the door while putting on my waterproof jacket and orders:No we don't need to go to the Botanical Garden again. You're coming over here on Friday to spend the afternoon. Is that okay?With a tender kiss I gave him to understand that it would be like this.
(Continues in: “Victor, the future doctor - 9th part”)
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During the rest of the day, all I thought about was Marta. Especially that strange invitation to talk about my relationship with Susana and Víctor. As far as I could tell, everyone, especially her, was very happy about how things were going. I couldn't get out of my head an idea that had never crossed my mind before. Marta was a woman who would probably be a terrible nag if she took more care of her appearance. She had an excellent figure, which with a dress that accentuated her breasts and hips, some mascara and painted lips, would kill several men. I remembered the tacit game we played where I showed off my cock and she enjoyed what was offered. I got hot thinking about the almost kiss we were about to share, and the view of her breasts when I accompanied her to the bus.
I started seriously thinking about Marta. Was she trying to seduce me? Did she want me to seduce her? I would have to wait until the next day to find out exactly what she intended with our conversation. I imagined sucking those beautiful breasts, much larger than Susana's, and making her scream. I had to masturbate to be able to sleep.
I went out onto the street and it was cloudy, as if a rainstorm was about to break out at any moment. I took an impermeable jacket, just in case, and headed to my meeting with Marta. I would have to carry this garment for the rest of the day since, like every Wednesday, I didn't bring my purse to class. I arrived so early (eight minutes past nine) that from the corner I could see Susana saying goodbye to her mother at the street door. Víctor should already be on duty at the hospital by then. I hid behind a tree so Susana wouldn't see me, and when she turned the corner, I made my way to my meeting with Marta.
She opened the door, greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and She made me go to the dining room. My cock hardened as soon as I saw her. The rubber band that normally held all her hair was not there. All her black hair was loose around her face, accentuating the features of her face. She had only a little blush on her cheeks, a line of eyeliner in her eyes and her lips painted with a furious red. She was wearing a blue dress with white moons, with two thick straps that formed a square neckline where her precious breasts clearly protruded, I could delight myself with the channel between them. The skirt above her knees drove me crazy with passion. What I had dreamed and imagined the night before was in front of me and I didn't know what to do. Let her take the initiative, after all, Marta had invited me to be there at that moment.
I pointed towards the sofa and she says:Let's go to the kitchen and we'll be able to talk and drink mate at the same time.I sat on the headboard chair that faced away from the kitchen door. She was in the chair to my right. She got up to be closer to me. So close that our knees touched. She started brewing mate and kept repeating over and over again how happy she was with her boys about my relationship. I let her talk for several rounds of mate, until the water jug was empty. It was clear that everything was an excuse for me to spend the whole morning with her. While she talked, I thought about when I would take the courage to kiss her or touch her breasts openly. She got up and decided to refill the water jug for another round of mate, but I stopped her saying:I don't want any more mate. And I'd like you to tell me the truth about why you made me come all this way. You're not going to make me believe we're only going to talk about how much you enjoy and appreciate my relationship with your daughter and nephew, because I've already heard you say it a lot since you found out. Why don't you tell me the truth about the real reason for my visit?He sat down, took me by both hands and with eyes full of tears he says:What do you think of me as a woman?
I don't understand what you want me to answer.
- Do you think I'm a woman who can still seduce someone? What can I still make someone interested in me? Tell the truth.
- Of course. Despite your age you still remain a beautiful woman.'
Do you mean that seriously, or are you just trying to impress me?
- “No, I truly believe you're beautiful. You have a body and figure still spectacular, and today, with that dress, you're so striking that people will turn their heads on the street to whistle at you. Your loose hair, painted lips, eyeliner line on your eyes, the dress with a pronounced neckline and short skirt, your precious... I stopped short, I was going to tell her how much I loved her tits, but I didn't dare express it out loud. She encouraged me:What's with...? What were you referring to? To my breasts...? Do you like them...? Are they warming you up...?Instead of pouncing on her breasts to kiss them and tell the truth, I said:You're very beautiful, your whole body is a beauty. But it seems to me that we're playing a very dangerous game.
- “Dangerous? You call this conversation 'dangerous'. And how are we going to call the little game you played with your beautiful cock in front of me the other day? And how are we going to call the almost kiss we were about to give each other, that was it? Don't come telling me you don't like me or get turned on as a woman, because I wouldn't believe you. Nor tell me you didn't enjoy when we almost kissed, because I know you'd be lying. Or maybe you wouldn't have liked our lips coming together in a delicious kiss? You can't imagine the desire I had to suck your cock standing up that you were offering me, and if I didn't do it was because my daughter was nearby. You can't imagine the desire I had to really kiss you, but I didn't want to pull the rope any further, considering Susana's proximity. I don't want to be responsible for driving you away from Víctor and Susana.”I had been disarmed by her arguments. Both of us knew about the mutual heat we felt for each other. She showed me her cards and forced me to do the same. Searching deep in my head for the right words to answer her, I get up and offering her my hand, I invite her to follow me. She looks at me, hesitates for a few seconds, and finally lets herself be led to the sofa. We sit down. She's on my left, and gathering courage, I respond:You're an incredible and wonderful woman. Let's accept that the game we played was tacitly consented. It was on purpose that I showed you my cock so blatantly when I noticed you couldn't take your eyes off it. You have every right about the kiss, I would have loved to give you a long and deep kiss. And if... I confess... your tits drive me crazy. Since the first time I saw you, I've been dreaming of being able to touch them and kiss them.
Do you like my tits? Here they are...And she took off the shoulder straps from her dress, unbuttoned the bodice and left her breasts to the air, pointing with her nipples towards me.
Don't answer her, I rushed at those enormous udders. I started kissing and sucking her right nipple while playing with my left hand on her other nipple. Marta moaned and said:Yes, Eduardo. It's been years since nobody takes care of my tits. Suck, suck and suck. Don't get tired of sucking. Make my pussy completely wet.As I listened to this last one, I brought my hand towards her pussy and could tell that her panties were getting wet. She was alternating between one nipple and the other, but we were in an uncomfortable position. She rested on the sofa and lifting up her skirt, I could see a totally soaked pair of underwear. I took off the underwear and started sucking her vagina with desperation. She began to moan and scream:- Take care of me, use the word: pussy. I almost don't remember what an orgasm is. Make me feel it again.'With my tongue probing all possible places in her vagina. My saliva mixed with her flows until she finally had an orgasm. I drank all her juices. Not content, she asked me to keep going, wanting another orgasm. My tongue was already a bit tired so I alternated it with my fingers. When she achieved her new orgasm, which like the first one I drank all the juices I could swallow, and as she was relaxing and calming down, she began to feel ashamed of what had happened. I said:- “Marta, it was marvelous. Don't be ashamed. We both sought it and we both enjoyed it.”'
Yes, but you're my boys' boyfriend. What are we going to do now?
For now, let's keep enjoying ourselves. Then we'll think about what to do and what to tell Susana and Victor.
And why don't we think about it now?
Because you already enjoyed and had fun twice, and look at me. This cock won't calm down like this alone.showing him a very hard cock under my cowboy pants.You're right. How selfish I've been. Give me that beautiful blow job. It's been a long time since I had one in my mouth.I helped loosen my belt, pulled down my pants and underwear in one tug, and devoured my cock with a single movement. I could feel the tip of my cock touching the bottom of her throat. It was clear she hadn't forgotten what to do with a cock in her mouth. She slowly deployed all her skills, and when I was about to cum, I warned her not to surprise me, and she says:“Give me all the cum you have. I want to feel again in my mouth the taste of male's cum.”Download three violent jets and emptied my balls completely into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but some spilled out of her lips. We cleaned up the place and freshened up a bit. We sat back down on the sofa. It had started raining, just a fine drizzle. We looked at each other for seconds that seemed like years and decided it was time there were no more kisses on the cheeks or lips between us. Both of us opened our mouths and kissed passionately, alternating our tongues in one and then the other mouth. A long half hour passed of kissing. It was almost 9:30 am. That's when she decided we should clarify what had happened, first between us and if necessary with Victor and Susana.
First, she thanked me for making her come and for the orgasms I gave her. She told me that since she'd been widowed, already fifteen years ago, she'd only had occasional relationships with a couple of men. But they didn't want anything serious, and even less so with a woman who was not only a widow but also had a small daughter of barely 9 or 10 years old. Marta had driven them away from her life. She said that the kisses we just shared made her rediscover herself. That she remembered herself as a very passionate and exalted woman regarding sex, and that over the years that passion and exaltation had diminished. I tried to kiss her again and she stopped me, saying:What shall we tell the boys?referring to Susana and Victor.I don't know. We've only kissed and done a few other things so far.
“What else? You made me come like it hadn't happened in years, drank my precious cum and sucked my tits like a baby, and you call that 'little things'?”
Do you think it's much easier for me? I'm trying to keep a relationship with your daughter and at the same time with your nephew, and I still don't have this clear that's happening between us two. Marta, I like you and you turn me on so much, but you're Susana's mother, my girlfriend.
But it seemed like you didn't care too much about that condition a while ago.
And you neither, and that's why we're thinking about what to do about it. I desire you, I'd love to take you, but if we take that step, sooner or later we'll have to tell Susana and Victor what's happening to us.She fell silent, thoughtful. Absorbed in her thoughts. Suddenly, as if she had found the thread to unravel the skein, she says to me:My daughter has been insisting on me too much lately that I would need a man with 'outdoor bed', and every time I convince myself more that you'd be the right lover. I don't need a romantic, I need a man who loves and respects me, and at the same time makes me come like I know how to do it. I no longer want to masturbate in secret in my room. What do you think? I'm dying to get screwed as soon as possible.
I die of longing too, but I'd like to clear up this situation first so I can tell Victor and Susana about it.A thunderbolt startles us and she takes advantage to cling to me with force.“Take me with all your might, and then let's see how we'll tell them about it. Yes...?””She kissed me with immense passion. Our mouths were unable to separate. The minutes passed, and the rain, not too strong, was constant. We got up around ten in the morning as if we could read each other's minds, and she led me to her room. It was the first time I crossed that door and entered the same one. In front of the window facing the street, on the right wall a closet, and on the left a fully made bed. Then I could see an entire body mirror on the door wall. When I discovered it, I brought her in front of it so she could look and I hugged her from behind, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts above her dress. I lowered the zipper of the garment and made the dress fall to the floor. She blushed a little when she saw herself in underwear. I turned her around to kiss her and we fell asleep embracing on the bed. She helped me undress until I was completely naked. She took off my bra and panties and asked us to get into the blankets. I stayed by the window. I remembered I had socks in my bag and tried to get up. She stops me and asks:- Where are you going?'
To look for the condoms I have in my purse.
We don't need them.
What do you mean we don't need them? Are you going through your barren days?
No. When the disappearance and death of Victor's parents occurred, the bad blood and anguish lived in those moments made menopause come on me several years earlier. I haven't ovulated more than a year now. There is no risk of pregnancy, if that's what was worrying you.We hug each other, we kiss and I get on top of her. She interrupts me and says:- Why did you have condoms? Did you imagine that you would catch me today?'
No, I always have a box. For whatever may happen. Don't you believe that with your daughter it's just kisses and sixty-nines?It was a small lie since Susana didn't want to get with the condom. She smiled mischievously and kissed me passionately. I brought my cock close to her vagina and slowly started penetrating it. When my cock couldn't fit in anymore, I began a soft in-and-out motion that gradually increased in rhythm. Marta closed her eyes and moaned softly, and when she opened them again, she was kissing me, searching for my tongue with hers. After the initial moments, we managed to get into a comfortable rhythm for both of us. My cock slid in easily due to how wet Marta's pussy was. As I increased the pace of my thrusts, I kissed and sucked her nipples alternately. The soft moans had almost turned into screams by then, as the muscles in her vagina squeezed my cock tightly, making me feel like her orgasm was about to occur. Indeed, she moaned almost screamingly and her juices soaked my cock. Lubricated as it was, I increased the pace of the pumping for several minutes until I came in two bursts deep inside her pussy. She had her second orgasm, and in gratitude, she covered my face and chest with her lips, filling me with kisses. When we managed to get our heartbeats back down to a reasonable rhythm, she looked at her watch and realized it was 11:45 am, like a spring-loaded mechanism, she got up from the bed, offering me a view of her entire naked ass as she headed towards the dining room. I asked:- “Where are you going?”
I have to make an urgent phone call.
- “Is it just now? What's so urgent? Do it later and let's have a second round now.”
The called will allow us to have several rounds in a row until we finish 'the fight', my love.smiling. Hearing him say 'love' to me excited me. I followed her to the dining room, and while she was dialing a phone number, I hugged her from behind, rubbing my cock against her ass. She managed to communicate and only listening to her did I understand the plot of the lie I had imagined: - “Hello. Mrs. Angela? That's me, Marta.”
...”
I was calling her because I won't be able to go clean for her today. I woke up with a fever line and wouldn't want the rain and low temperatures of the day to make things more complicated than they already are.
...”
“Thanks for understanding me. I apologize a thousand times. Don't worry, I'll arrive earlier next week and stay a bit longer to make up for today.”
...”
Goodbye and until next Wednesday.And directing himself to me, he says:- “Ready, my love. We have the rest of the day for ourselves. What do you think if I prepare some sandwiches and drinks and we take them to the bedroom?”I nodded my head and naked as we were went to the kitchen. While she prepared the frugal lunch, I didn't stop kissing her and touching her all over. The preparation of the snack was permanently accompanied by tongue-kissing sessions. When everything was ready, we returned to the room. Between us, we shared the first of the sandwiches, and not only did we eat the bite, but we also devoured each other with our gazes. Barely did we drink a sip of the drinks to help bring down the food and without any preamble, we kissed, hugged, and resumed the abandoned task. This time, she got on top of my body and taking my cock with her right hand, guided it until it disappeared inside her already dripping pussy.
The vision of Marta, with her enormous tits bobbing in front of me, was like being in paradise. She set the pace of the screwing and I let her do it. She reclined forward, resting her hands on the pillow so that her nipples would almost be over my lips. I caught the right nipple and dedicated myself to it for a time that seemed endless, kissing and sucking it with my lips and tongue. Marta seemed like a volcano about to erupt from how hot she was. She had an orgasm, and in full convulsions, she's the one who puts me inside her left nipple saying:Take care of her too. You won't want her to get jealous. Keep going until I come again.I started kissing and sucking alternately both breasts and nipples. She moaned and increased the pace. I finished inside her at the same time as she had a new orgasm. We hugged and, between the sound of the rain and the quiet that our bodies demanded, we fell asleep. Without taking notice of the hour, we woke up with a desire to be together again. We started with our games and caresses. I positioned myself on top of her and when I penetrated her with one stroke all the way to the bottom of her vagina, Marta let out a cry of pleasure that echoed throughout the house. No one had noticed that Susana had returned near 1 pm. Startled by the scream, she bursts into the room and, faced with the spectacle offered by us, screams between surprised and angry:Mama... Eduardo... What are you doing...
- Is it really that obvious what we're doing?', I answered Martha. And continued.- “You yourself encouraged me to have a lover. A man with ‘outdoor bed’. Eduardo is an exceptional man, he has made me rediscover the passionate woman I once was. Let us dress and be able to converse like civilized adults.”
And you, what do you have to say...?Directing at me.- Wasn't I making you very happy? Wasn't I screwing like the gods? Or do you think you can screw everyone in your family?'
When you calm down a bit I'll tell you what corresponds, but I remember that it was you who had the idea of sharing me with Victor. Is there any problem with him and your mother?She slammed the door shut and went to the dining room, while we finished getting dressed in silence. We left the room. Marta sat down on one of the armchairs and I on the sofa, where Susana was already sitting. She changed seats and went to the other armchair. Her anger still lingered. The silence was cut with scissors. It seemed like it was time to talk, that I had to break the ice.“Susana, what emerged between your mother and me wasn't something we sought out, it just happened. A great empathy developed between both of us and without realizing it, things were happening to us until finally you could observe what was inevitable for both of us. Marta is a very passionate woman and we had a great time the two of us.”Never interrupted me and listened attentively to me. I reminded her how she had encouraged a three-way relationship between us and her cousin. That with her negative response she was denying her mother a little happiness. That I wouldn't have problems in sharing them all, including several others.
Marta reminded her of her permanent request to find herself a man. She accepted the arguments presented and asked about him because Marta wasn't working. Marta, with tears in her eyes, which were a mix of crying and happiness, tried to make me understand the lie she had woven and how much I had made her enjoy it. She insistedently reminded me of the years that had passed since the last time she felt this way. That when her father died, she was only 5 years old. That since then, she had been with only two men. That since the last time they made her happy, ten long years had passed. That I had managed to make her rediscover herself as the passionate woman she once was.
Susana began to cry, got up, went over to her mother, made her stand up and they hugged and cried together. The tears of anguish were transforming into tears of happiness, and both women started kissing each other's cheeks and caressing each other's hair. I approached them and hugged them too. The three of us embracing began sharing passionate kisses until we all smiled at the end. We sat down on the sofa, me between my two women, and alternated with both of them in sessions of passionate kissing.
The rain continued and Victor from the hospital guard arrived. Surprised to see us three together, especially his aunt, who should be working, he says:What are those three doing here?Susan doesn't let him talk anymore. She got up and took him to her room, telling him she would explain everything to him. After a long half hour, both of them returned to the dining room. Victor looked quite serious on his face, giving us no single hint about how he had reacted to the news received. Until finally, with an explicit smile:- “I am happy for you, Aunt Martha, and much happier for all of us. I love you all. Let's hug each other.”We melted into a group hug. The afternoon passed with rain and an amiable chat among all of us. Marta agreed with Victor on what food she would prepare for his birthday celebration that Saturday. The weather outside was horrible, but inside the house it was pure happiness. They agreed to share me, which gave them the tranquility of not having to hide anything from the others. I sat in one of the armchairs to watch TV until it was time for me to leave for the professor's office. Every time someone passed by me we kissed with passion. When it was time for me to leave, Victor accompanied me to the door while putting on my waterproof jacket and orders:No we don't need to go to the Botanical Garden again. You're coming over here on Friday to spend the afternoon. Is that okay?With a tender kiss I gave him to understand that it would be like this.
(Continues in: “Victor, the future doctor - 9th part”)
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Sos un semental!!!!
Tenia 19 años...
Ahora tengo 58...
jajaa, a mis 19 garchaba noche y día con un solo chabón (de 34)
Esta bueno, porque nadie tenía que celar a nadie..ja!, si te garchabas a los tres... sigue..?
Porque a victos, no sé si le hicistes el ocote o no....ja!
Espero poder subirlos el próximo fin de semana...