That afternoon, Mom arrived happy and showered after going to the gym and stopping by the inevitable Church, ¡aaay, these beatas! ¡je, je...! I was waiting for her watching TV and with the DVD ready. We had dinner in the kitchen and then I told her to come over to the sofa with me to watch a really good movie that someone had left for me.
Marcos, this movie thing isn't really my thing either... you know how much I like programs about gossip and stuff.
Yes, the Sálvame and all that crap... but honestly, Mom, this movie is going to be great. It's very good, seriously. And very realistic...
Well... I don't know –it seemed like she was finally giving in- What's it about? Is it a love story or something?
It's kind of similar... it's a romantic comedy or drama, maybe. Nothing, relax, you'll love it. Plus, the lead actress is really good, she nails her role.
Who is it? Julia Roberts? –she asked innocently.
No way... much better. –and besides, she's really hot, I thought to myself.
Okay, go get the video ready. I'm going to put on something more comfortable.
Perfect! I settled in one side of the sofa with the remote control on the nearby table. It's amazing, but I was a bit nervous. Still, it was enough for me to remember what the images on the disc held and think about Mom's great body, for my cock to get hard and my nerves to dissipate like magic. Five minutes later she appeared, wearing short pants that were more wide than anything else, but couldn't hide her powerful ass and an old t-shirt with a short sleeve that barely covered her enormous breasts, which swung freely without a bra. Her hair was loose and she smelled divine. Well, as Serrat would say, today could be a great day. She sat down next to me, leaning on the other side of the sofa, curled up in the seat with her very nice feet, by the way, resting on... On my thigh. -Come on, let's attack. I said, as I pressed the play button. The room of my parents appeared, still empty, and I started alternating my glances at the screen with others at my mother's astonished face. Then the main actors appeared. Moja with his stiff dick and my mother in underwear, moaning anxiously and trying to stop his thrusts. -What...? My mom began to stutter, stunned -What is this...? What is it, Marcos...? -Why is it so hot? I replied, with a half-cynical smile, as, after a change of scene, she was seen sucking the morito's dick anxiously, as if there were no tomorrow... -Get that off immediately! She shouted, while rushing towards me. I could feel her globes pressing against my body and her hand trying to recover the remote control I held up to avoid her grabbing it.-Give me the remote! Let me have it, I'll tell you! Curiously, having her half-on top of me, fighting for the remote, was making my cock very hard. A good omen for the future. Finally, I got up and put the remote on a shelf she couldn't reach. She saw that it was impossible to recover the remote and tried to get closer to unplug the TV. So I had to avoid her. I wanted to have an instructive chat with her, with the DVD providing background music for the conversation. So I grabbed her wrist to prevent her from unplugging the equipment. But the very foxy woman was strong and managed to wriggle free. The gym had given its fruits. -Mom, do you want to stop acting like an idiot! I shouted. But the very stubborn woman insisted on depriving us of that wonderful art-house movie session. Finally, I got tough and grabbed her hair. -Look, Promiscuous, sit down for once and stop being a fool! I dragged her to the sofa and it seemed she had calmed down definitively, while starting to cry inconsolably. -I'm sorry, Marcos, I'm sorry! She whimpered and apologized. Well, I thought, “relax a bit and let go of the weight” I put on my most compassionate expression and, with the cynicism that characterizes me, stroked her head while making myself understanding. -Calm down, mom, calm down...! Calm down, mom... She continued crying with her head bowed. On the screen, the slut rode Moja like a possessed one. In front of me, looking remorseful, she cried without lifting her gaze. I decided to keep going: -But mom, how is this possible? Why did you do it? How could you do this to dad, who works like a mule for you, for us? –it was actually just another exercise in hypocrisy on my part. Because I knew all the answers. I had done it basically because I'm a slut like her. Because her pussy was itching and the old man shouldn't give her what she needed. The only thing is that, for her, the fact of being such a slut hadn't dawned on her until recently, unlike me who since I had sexual awareness always knew I was a crapper. And it was time to get something out of my mother's puterío potential. -How could you practically become a slut...? A woman like you, so religious, who goes to mass regularly... I don't understand, I can't understand... –I kept acting indignant and tearing at my clothes. Deep down, I was enjoying the role-playing I was doing and already started to salivate at what awaited me in the future. Finally, she lifted her head and began a cut-rate but somewhat consistent explanation, so I put on a face of understanding as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The truth is that I only wanted her to calm down and gain confidence, what she told me didn't matter at all, but I let her talk, of course. -I'm sorry, Marcos, I'm sorry... I don't know how it happened... –she spoke between tears. –You know your father isn't home much Recently, with his new job and that... And you were far away. I had a lot of free time and felt lonely... I was bored without anyone to talk to... And Mohamed started smiling at me on the stairs when he came back from shopping. And I began to long for his smiles. And then he offered to help me carry my groceries one day. And that became a habit. I've known him since childhood. Never thought he'd look at me like a woman. –“oh well,” I thought, “clearly you haven't looked closely enough”. -I noticed he would get very close in the elevator... actually, now that I think about it, I'm sure he was rubbing his body against mine... Anyway, he kept going up to my place. And one day I invited him for a drink and that became a habit too. He'd sit down to watch TV on that couch over there. But one day the couch was at the upholsterer's and he sat on the sofa. And he got very close again, and leaned against me... –what a memory this woman had, remembering all the details...- And suddenly the spark emerged... –oh wow, how cheesy! With how well it was going...- And we fell in love... -What? I interrupted -What have you fallen for that idiot? Get on with it already! But don't realize that's all he wants is to get off...! -Yes, Marcos, I know you can't understand it, no one can, but we love each other... -Come on, come on, cut the crap and continue! -And then that was it, a year ago... after that we kept seeing each other. Always like this, in secret... -Good, good job! –I started applauding sarcastically. –A heartwarming story... You've moved me... How romantic! –and I turned my gaze to the screen. –It's curious, but I don't see any flowers or chocolates. Just a nearly teenage guy wanking off on my mom. Or are we watching different movies? She lowered her head again and the tears started flowing once more. -And what do I do? Do I talk to dad and tell him about it? I think the man deserves to know, don't you? –I went on. She quickly raised her head and began speaking rapidly: -No, Marcos, please, don't make me do that! I'm your mother...
-My mother? -I turned my gaze to the screen. -What I see is a slut who's enjoying herself like a crazy woman with a good tail up her ass...
-The one who was really enjoying himself was me, with my conversation with her...
-Please, Marcos, don't do it! Please... Don't tell your father anything... please... You know how delicate his health is. A shock like that would kill him... -and she started crying again. What a pain in the ass! And I was getting tired...
-Sure thing... Let's see if now you're going to say it's my fault and that I'm the one who's screwing the 18-year-old neighbor...
-I won't do it again, ever, Marcos! I won't do it again, honestly! It's over...
-You're not going to do it again is more than clear... -I replied at the same time as I thought With Moja you won't do it again, no... but you'll get tired of your son's tail, je, je...
-I'll do what you want, Marcos! I'll behave! Finally, I've arrived where I wanted to be! I'm already against the ropes...
-Look, Promiscuous, -I hardened my voice and she looked at me with a surprised and astonished face. -From now on things have changed and I think we need to put our cards on the table. -She stopped crying suddenly and was looking at me attentively, as if hypnotized. I don't think she was very aware of what was coming her way...
-It's clear that you're a slut, maybe you didn't know but you are. And that's how you've been behaving... Besides, you're really good at it. -I added, pointing to the screen. -It's clear that your son, your husband, your whole damn religion and everything else meant nothing to you when you were getting a cock up all your orifices. Like a promiscuous champion... And if you behave like this, that's how I'll treat you. That's what you're looking for and that's what you'll get. -By now the bulge in my pants was more than evident, and already I was rubbing the cock openly above my pants. Mom was still looking motionless, as if frozen. I suppose she was unable to process all that information properly. I paused to observe her before continuing. She had her precious face full of freckles from tears and was curled up on the sofa with her legs crossed, staring at nothing, a little catatonic. I felt like hugging and consoling her. But my desire for her to eat me until the end of time was very superior and logically prevailed. As the song says: hard cock doesn't believe in God. I continued with the final act: -And besides, you're going to be my particular slut. -She came out of her reverie and looked at me amazed. -Especially if you don't want these precious images circulating everywhere and everyone seeing how dirty you can get. And how you humiliate your husband's cuck and your son's slut... -But, Marcos... Have you gone crazy? -Finally she spoke, but in a very low tone, as if she had given up deep down. -No, I know it may seem that way now... But no. In reality, you and I are equals. And neither of us is crazy. Not at all. And the offer I'm making you is the best one I can make. In fact, I think it's the best thing that can happen to you in your life. I guarantee that if you accept, you'll enjoy like never before. You'll live the best years of your life. And you'll accept. On my account. -And what if I don't do it? -You will do it. You have two options: either accept and enjoy from day one or reject the offer... with which we'll start again with the frustration, but you'll enjoy a little later until you finally accept your role. But you'll have lost precious time... As I spoke, I was rubbing my cock over my pants and looking at her. She didn't seem especially indignant, and it seemed as though resignation to an inevitable fate was about to impose itself. Although I didn't think it would be so easy... Nevertheless, I could appreciate some furtive glances at my package that made me conceive hopes that things were going well.
Tomorrow comes, Dad. And will be here for a few days. You have time to think about it. When he leaves, we'll talk and you'll tell me your decision. If you accept willingly, fine. If not, we'll do it the hard way. Are you in agreement? She looked at me for the first time, and almost inaudibly replied:
In agreement...
She stood up and was heading towards the room when I stopped her.
Wait, wait... Not so fast... She turned around and lowered her head. There she stood, next to me. With her just a few centimeters from my body, I could smell her, and I became aware of the extraordinary treat that would soon be mine in exclusive possession.
Don't you want a preview? – I asked. She, completely red and embarrassed by the situation, didn't respond and continued with her head bowed.
Well, – I went on – I'll give it to you anyway... Take off your clothes. She obeyed silently. And for the first time, I could admire her body up close. A mature ham body that gets pounded at the gym. A sturdy body of beautiful and large breasts, with a firm ass and a hard stomach, marked. With tense, muscular, and strong legs. A piece of aunt. A champion's piece, that with a few decorative touches and after she got tuned up a bit would be perfect. I caressed her cheek to calm her down and started rubbing her all over. First the breasts, enjoying sucking on her nipples. She could barely hold back her gasps and occasionally let out a sigh. This is working!, I thought. I pressed my body against hers as I kissed her neck and rubbed her ass, while palming it. I left her anus alone, it had already had quite a workout the day before. -Sit down and spread your legs. - I indicated the sofa. - You get to enjoy it. She, submissively, sat down on the sofa and opened her legs. It seemed like she was about to throw the towel away at times. So I tried to be nice and affectionate with her so that she would trust me. Soon enough, it would be time for me to give it to her good. And soon enough, it would also be time for her to complain about my roughness. And there, crouched between her legs, I gave her the best pussy meal I've ever made in my life, completed with a breast massage and her precious nipples. I licked all over the crack and reveled in the clitoris, and when I saw that she was starting to breathe agitatedly, like a prelude to an orgasm, I would stop and go back to exploring her vulva, with some brief and gentle incursions into her precious little black hole. One always has to take care of the bitches' ass, which has to be ready for its owner. Every now and then she'd spit out a hair, and I'd reaffirm my idea that I had to tame that jungle as soon as possible. Not just for aesthetics, but also for health. No one likes food with hairs in it, right? What started out as coldness in her was turning into spasms preceding a powerful orgasm. She started grabbing my hair. All without saying a word, just intense gasps. Which finally broke off with a bestial scream at the same time that she tensed her legs and pressed my head between them. I thought I was going to scare the neighbors. And I wished I could have made her shut up. But obviously, with my head stuck in her pussy, it was impossible for me. Finally, her body relaxed and she unraveled. I got up and looked at her. She was beautiful and I told her so. She looked at me, surprised by the kindness, and responded curtly.
- I was nervous... but don't think this means anything. If that's what you wanted, you've already had it...
-No, no, no! Not even close! This isn't more than a gift, a courtesy, if you will. I want more from you, much more. -and I got down- the belt pulling out the stiff dick like a rock. I didn't even open my pants, or take out the balls, just the dick. She tried to make herself indifferent, but couldn't help noticing the look of amazement and, because it's not saying it, with a point of admiration for the dick that was wasting her husband's blood, at the end of the day.
-Hey, it's your first day, a contact take, so I won't ask much. -I said.- I just want you to come closer and touch my cock, so you can see what you're going to have. And if you dare and want us to keep being friends and the video doesn't spread, more worth putting something interesting in your property. See if you can make me cum with your little hands. She lifted her right hand carefully and caressed the cock slowly, timidly, near the base. Her hand closed around it but could barely grasp it all. With the other hand she caressed the rest of the dick and touched the cap. I was hallucinating with the image and let her do it. Every now and then she tensed the dick and she gave a start. I thought I was going to cum already, and with the cock pointing at her face, more worth escaping if you didn't want to get well washed. She was moving it smoothly, almost without squeezing and so much softness started to tire me out. So I decided to cut it short and told her:
-Look, foxy, stop messing around and start taking this seriously.
-She raised her head and looked at me like she was scared. It's clear that she wasn't used to being treated roughly. So she accelerated the movements but without enthusiasm.
-But what's wrong with you, damn it! -I repeated the roughness.- Aren't you used to touching a real cock or what? -I wanted to humiliate her and make her react. -Come on. I turned around and put the cock facing the screen. I lifted her off the sofa and made her sit next to me.
-Get down! -I said. She knelt down beside me and started moving my cock pointing at the TV.
-Now you'll see how I cum in your slut
Face... Although it's virtual... This time, when she saw that the milk wasn't going to splatter on her face, yes, she did take masturbation seriously and started redoubling her efforts with both hands. The posture was uncomfortable, but soon she started getting into rhythm and squeezing hard on the tail. I, who had been accumulating cum for days, alternated my gazes between her little hands and her astonished face while looking at the cock and first-person shot of her face in the video I had reserved for the end. The moment when Moja was banging her ass. With the brunette giving it to the drummer with rage and my mom's slut squeezing her teeth, as two thick tears escaped. I started noticing how my cum was rising and she realized the spasms that preceded the ejaculation and started accelerating and squeezing harder. She was really trying, that had to be acknowledged. Suddenly, cum began pouring out in bursts that splattered against the screen. The accumulated cum from several days without jerking off or wetting the churro, so I left the screen a mess. Now she'll clean it up later, the little tramp, I thought, total with the cuck at home, she'll have all the time in the world for household chores because fuck will be fucking very little... The cock was still quite hard when I finished coming and I think I could have chained another ejaculation together, but decided that was enough for today. Too many emotions for one day.
-Okay, mom, it's okay... She automatically released the cock and stood looking absorbed at the screen, completely full of cum.
-I suppose things have cleared up for you, don't they? She looked at me with her head nodding in agreement.
-Great, then you know. Now you'll have a week of quiet time to think about it. After that, your new life will start and all those little cum-filled churros can be yours. This cock -I grabbed the cock, still hard -will be yours. For your three holes, dear. When Dad leaves, we'll talk about the matter. I hope you take the right decision. Although, after what I saw today. I'm sure of which one it's going to be. Lower your head and I gave him a kiss on the forehead.
-Goodnight, Mom. And don't forget to clean the screen well, since you know Dad loves TV so much... I started leaving, but before exiting the room I turned around and said one more thing:
-Ah, and don't worry about the DVD, you can keep it, I have more copies! And there she stayed, naked and kneeling in front of the television full of cum. And on the screen, her face gasping while Moja was butt-fucking her. More morbid, impossible.
Marcos, this movie thing isn't really my thing either... you know how much I like programs about gossip and stuff.
Yes, the Sálvame and all that crap... but honestly, Mom, this movie is going to be great. It's very good, seriously. And very realistic...
Well... I don't know –it seemed like she was finally giving in- What's it about? Is it a love story or something?
It's kind of similar... it's a romantic comedy or drama, maybe. Nothing, relax, you'll love it. Plus, the lead actress is really good, she nails her role.
Who is it? Julia Roberts? –she asked innocently.
No way... much better. –and besides, she's really hot, I thought to myself.
Okay, go get the video ready. I'm going to put on something more comfortable.
Perfect! I settled in one side of the sofa with the remote control on the nearby table. It's amazing, but I was a bit nervous. Still, it was enough for me to remember what the images on the disc held and think about Mom's great body, for my cock to get hard and my nerves to dissipate like magic. Five minutes later she appeared, wearing short pants that were more wide than anything else, but couldn't hide her powerful ass and an old t-shirt with a short sleeve that barely covered her enormous breasts, which swung freely without a bra. Her hair was loose and she smelled divine. Well, as Serrat would say, today could be a great day. She sat down next to me, leaning on the other side of the sofa, curled up in the seat with her very nice feet, by the way, resting on... On my thigh. -Come on, let's attack. I said, as I pressed the play button. The room of my parents appeared, still empty, and I started alternating my glances at the screen with others at my mother's astonished face. Then the main actors appeared. Moja with his stiff dick and my mother in underwear, moaning anxiously and trying to stop his thrusts. -What...? My mom began to stutter, stunned -What is this...? What is it, Marcos...? -Why is it so hot? I replied, with a half-cynical smile, as, after a change of scene, she was seen sucking the morito's dick anxiously, as if there were no tomorrow... -Get that off immediately! She shouted, while rushing towards me. I could feel her globes pressing against my body and her hand trying to recover the remote control I held up to avoid her grabbing it.-Give me the remote! Let me have it, I'll tell you! Curiously, having her half-on top of me, fighting for the remote, was making my cock very hard. A good omen for the future. Finally, I got up and put the remote on a shelf she couldn't reach. She saw that it was impossible to recover the remote and tried to get closer to unplug the TV. So I had to avoid her. I wanted to have an instructive chat with her, with the DVD providing background music for the conversation. So I grabbed her wrist to prevent her from unplugging the equipment. But the very foxy woman was strong and managed to wriggle free. The gym had given its fruits. -Mom, do you want to stop acting like an idiot! I shouted. But the very stubborn woman insisted on depriving us of that wonderful art-house movie session. Finally, I got tough and grabbed her hair. -Look, Promiscuous, sit down for once and stop being a fool! I dragged her to the sofa and it seemed she had calmed down definitively, while starting to cry inconsolably. -I'm sorry, Marcos, I'm sorry! She whimpered and apologized. Well, I thought, “relax a bit and let go of the weight” I put on my most compassionate expression and, with the cynicism that characterizes me, stroked her head while making myself understanding. -Calm down, mom, calm down...! Calm down, mom... She continued crying with her head bowed. On the screen, the slut rode Moja like a possessed one. In front of me, looking remorseful, she cried without lifting her gaze. I decided to keep going: -But mom, how is this possible? Why did you do it? How could you do this to dad, who works like a mule for you, for us? –it was actually just another exercise in hypocrisy on my part. Because I knew all the answers. I had done it basically because I'm a slut like her. Because her pussy was itching and the old man shouldn't give her what she needed. The only thing is that, for her, the fact of being such a slut hadn't dawned on her until recently, unlike me who since I had sexual awareness always knew I was a crapper. And it was time to get something out of my mother's puterío potential. -How could you practically become a slut...? A woman like you, so religious, who goes to mass regularly... I don't understand, I can't understand... –I kept acting indignant and tearing at my clothes. Deep down, I was enjoying the role-playing I was doing and already started to salivate at what awaited me in the future. Finally, she lifted her head and began a cut-rate but somewhat consistent explanation, so I put on a face of understanding as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The truth is that I only wanted her to calm down and gain confidence, what she told me didn't matter at all, but I let her talk, of course. -I'm sorry, Marcos, I'm sorry... I don't know how it happened... –she spoke between tears. –You know your father isn't home much Recently, with his new job and that... And you were far away. I had a lot of free time and felt lonely... I was bored without anyone to talk to... And Mohamed started smiling at me on the stairs when he came back from shopping. And I began to long for his smiles. And then he offered to help me carry my groceries one day. And that became a habit. I've known him since childhood. Never thought he'd look at me like a woman. –“oh well,” I thought, “clearly you haven't looked closely enough”. -I noticed he would get very close in the elevator... actually, now that I think about it, I'm sure he was rubbing his body against mine... Anyway, he kept going up to my place. And one day I invited him for a drink and that became a habit too. He'd sit down to watch TV on that couch over there. But one day the couch was at the upholsterer's and he sat on the sofa. And he got very close again, and leaned against me... –what a memory this woman had, remembering all the details...- And suddenly the spark emerged... –oh wow, how cheesy! With how well it was going...- And we fell in love... -What? I interrupted -What have you fallen for that idiot? Get on with it already! But don't realize that's all he wants is to get off...! -Yes, Marcos, I know you can't understand it, no one can, but we love each other... -Come on, come on, cut the crap and continue! -And then that was it, a year ago... after that we kept seeing each other. Always like this, in secret... -Good, good job! –I started applauding sarcastically. –A heartwarming story... You've moved me... How romantic! –and I turned my gaze to the screen. –It's curious, but I don't see any flowers or chocolates. Just a nearly teenage guy wanking off on my mom. Or are we watching different movies? She lowered her head again and the tears started flowing once more. -And what do I do? Do I talk to dad and tell him about it? I think the man deserves to know, don't you? –I went on. She quickly raised her head and began speaking rapidly: -No, Marcos, please, don't make me do that! I'm your mother...
-My mother? -I turned my gaze to the screen. -What I see is a slut who's enjoying herself like a crazy woman with a good tail up her ass...
-The one who was really enjoying himself was me, with my conversation with her...
-Please, Marcos, don't do it! Please... Don't tell your father anything... please... You know how delicate his health is. A shock like that would kill him... -and she started crying again. What a pain in the ass! And I was getting tired...
-Sure thing... Let's see if now you're going to say it's my fault and that I'm the one who's screwing the 18-year-old neighbor...
-I won't do it again, ever, Marcos! I won't do it again, honestly! It's over...
-You're not going to do it again is more than clear... -I replied at the same time as I thought With Moja you won't do it again, no... but you'll get tired of your son's tail, je, je...
-I'll do what you want, Marcos! I'll behave! Finally, I've arrived where I wanted to be! I'm already against the ropes...
-Look, Promiscuous, -I hardened my voice and she looked at me with a surprised and astonished face. -From now on things have changed and I think we need to put our cards on the table. -She stopped crying suddenly and was looking at me attentively, as if hypnotized. I don't think she was very aware of what was coming her way...
-It's clear that you're a slut, maybe you didn't know but you are. And that's how you've been behaving... Besides, you're really good at it. -I added, pointing to the screen. -It's clear that your son, your husband, your whole damn religion and everything else meant nothing to you when you were getting a cock up all your orifices. Like a promiscuous champion... And if you behave like this, that's how I'll treat you. That's what you're looking for and that's what you'll get. -By now the bulge in my pants was more than evident, and already I was rubbing the cock openly above my pants. Mom was still looking motionless, as if frozen. I suppose she was unable to process all that information properly. I paused to observe her before continuing. She had her precious face full of freckles from tears and was curled up on the sofa with her legs crossed, staring at nothing, a little catatonic. I felt like hugging and consoling her. But my desire for her to eat me until the end of time was very superior and logically prevailed. As the song says: hard cock doesn't believe in God. I continued with the final act: -And besides, you're going to be my particular slut. -She came out of her reverie and looked at me amazed. -Especially if you don't want these precious images circulating everywhere and everyone seeing how dirty you can get. And how you humiliate your husband's cuck and your son's slut... -But, Marcos... Have you gone crazy? -Finally she spoke, but in a very low tone, as if she had given up deep down. -No, I know it may seem that way now... But no. In reality, you and I are equals. And neither of us is crazy. Not at all. And the offer I'm making you is the best one I can make. In fact, I think it's the best thing that can happen to you in your life. I guarantee that if you accept, you'll enjoy like never before. You'll live the best years of your life. And you'll accept. On my account. -And what if I don't do it? -You will do it. You have two options: either accept and enjoy from day one or reject the offer... with which we'll start again with the frustration, but you'll enjoy a little later until you finally accept your role. But you'll have lost precious time... As I spoke, I was rubbing my cock over my pants and looking at her. She didn't seem especially indignant, and it seemed as though resignation to an inevitable fate was about to impose itself. Although I didn't think it would be so easy... Nevertheless, I could appreciate some furtive glances at my package that made me conceive hopes that things were going well.
Tomorrow comes, Dad. And will be here for a few days. You have time to think about it. When he leaves, we'll talk and you'll tell me your decision. If you accept willingly, fine. If not, we'll do it the hard way. Are you in agreement? She looked at me for the first time, and almost inaudibly replied:
In agreement...
She stood up and was heading towards the room when I stopped her.
Wait, wait... Not so fast... She turned around and lowered her head. There she stood, next to me. With her just a few centimeters from my body, I could smell her, and I became aware of the extraordinary treat that would soon be mine in exclusive possession.
Don't you want a preview? – I asked. She, completely red and embarrassed by the situation, didn't respond and continued with her head bowed.
Well, – I went on – I'll give it to you anyway... Take off your clothes. She obeyed silently. And for the first time, I could admire her body up close. A mature ham body that gets pounded at the gym. A sturdy body of beautiful and large breasts, with a firm ass and a hard stomach, marked. With tense, muscular, and strong legs. A piece of aunt. A champion's piece, that with a few decorative touches and after she got tuned up a bit would be perfect. I caressed her cheek to calm her down and started rubbing her all over. First the breasts, enjoying sucking on her nipples. She could barely hold back her gasps and occasionally let out a sigh. This is working!, I thought. I pressed my body against hers as I kissed her neck and rubbed her ass, while palming it. I left her anus alone, it had already had quite a workout the day before. -Sit down and spread your legs. - I indicated the sofa. - You get to enjoy it. She, submissively, sat down on the sofa and opened her legs. It seemed like she was about to throw the towel away at times. So I tried to be nice and affectionate with her so that she would trust me. Soon enough, it would be time for me to give it to her good. And soon enough, it would also be time for her to complain about my roughness. And there, crouched between her legs, I gave her the best pussy meal I've ever made in my life, completed with a breast massage and her precious nipples. I licked all over the crack and reveled in the clitoris, and when I saw that she was starting to breathe agitatedly, like a prelude to an orgasm, I would stop and go back to exploring her vulva, with some brief and gentle incursions into her precious little black hole. One always has to take care of the bitches' ass, which has to be ready for its owner. Every now and then she'd spit out a hair, and I'd reaffirm my idea that I had to tame that jungle as soon as possible. Not just for aesthetics, but also for health. No one likes food with hairs in it, right? What started out as coldness in her was turning into spasms preceding a powerful orgasm. She started grabbing my hair. All without saying a word, just intense gasps. Which finally broke off with a bestial scream at the same time that she tensed her legs and pressed my head between them. I thought I was going to scare the neighbors. And I wished I could have made her shut up. But obviously, with my head stuck in her pussy, it was impossible for me. Finally, her body relaxed and she unraveled. I got up and looked at her. She was beautiful and I told her so. She looked at me, surprised by the kindness, and responded curtly.
- I was nervous... but don't think this means anything. If that's what you wanted, you've already had it...
-No, no, no! Not even close! This isn't more than a gift, a courtesy, if you will. I want more from you, much more. -and I got down- the belt pulling out the stiff dick like a rock. I didn't even open my pants, or take out the balls, just the dick. She tried to make herself indifferent, but couldn't help noticing the look of amazement and, because it's not saying it, with a point of admiration for the dick that was wasting her husband's blood, at the end of the day.
-Hey, it's your first day, a contact take, so I won't ask much. -I said.- I just want you to come closer and touch my cock, so you can see what you're going to have. And if you dare and want us to keep being friends and the video doesn't spread, more worth putting something interesting in your property. See if you can make me cum with your little hands. She lifted her right hand carefully and caressed the cock slowly, timidly, near the base. Her hand closed around it but could barely grasp it all. With the other hand she caressed the rest of the dick and touched the cap. I was hallucinating with the image and let her do it. Every now and then she tensed the dick and she gave a start. I thought I was going to cum already, and with the cock pointing at her face, more worth escaping if you didn't want to get well washed. She was moving it smoothly, almost without squeezing and so much softness started to tire me out. So I decided to cut it short and told her:
-Look, foxy, stop messing around and start taking this seriously.
-She raised her head and looked at me like she was scared. It's clear that she wasn't used to being treated roughly. So she accelerated the movements but without enthusiasm.
-But what's wrong with you, damn it! -I repeated the roughness.- Aren't you used to touching a real cock or what? -I wanted to humiliate her and make her react. -Come on. I turned around and put the cock facing the screen. I lifted her off the sofa and made her sit next to me.
-Get down! -I said. She knelt down beside me and started moving my cock pointing at the TV.
-Now you'll see how I cum in your slut
Face... Although it's virtual... This time, when she saw that the milk wasn't going to splatter on her face, yes, she did take masturbation seriously and started redoubling her efforts with both hands. The posture was uncomfortable, but soon she started getting into rhythm and squeezing hard on the tail. I, who had been accumulating cum for days, alternated my gazes between her little hands and her astonished face while looking at the cock and first-person shot of her face in the video I had reserved for the end. The moment when Moja was banging her ass. With the brunette giving it to the drummer with rage and my mom's slut squeezing her teeth, as two thick tears escaped. I started noticing how my cum was rising and she realized the spasms that preceded the ejaculation and started accelerating and squeezing harder. She was really trying, that had to be acknowledged. Suddenly, cum began pouring out in bursts that splattered against the screen. The accumulated cum from several days without jerking off or wetting the churro, so I left the screen a mess. Now she'll clean it up later, the little tramp, I thought, total with the cuck at home, she'll have all the time in the world for household chores because fuck will be fucking very little... The cock was still quite hard when I finished coming and I think I could have chained another ejaculation together, but decided that was enough for today. Too many emotions for one day.
-Okay, mom, it's okay... She automatically released the cock and stood looking absorbed at the screen, completely full of cum.
-I suppose things have cleared up for you, don't they? She looked at me with her head nodding in agreement.
-Great, then you know. Now you'll have a week of quiet time to think about it. After that, your new life will start and all those little cum-filled churros can be yours. This cock -I grabbed the cock, still hard -will be yours. For your three holes, dear. When Dad leaves, we'll talk about the matter. I hope you take the right decision. Although, after what I saw today. I'm sure of which one it's going to be. Lower your head and I gave him a kiss on the forehead.
-Goodnight, Mom. And don't forget to clean the screen well, since you know Dad loves TV so much... I started leaving, but before exiting the room I turned around and said one more thing:
-Ah, and don't worry about the DVD, you can keep it, I have more copies! And there she stayed, naked and kneeling in front of the television full of cum. And on the screen, her face gasping while Moja was butt-fucking her. More morbid, impossible.
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