the pain and anguish of knowing I had failed first as a father, then as a husband, and finally as a father-in-law and grandfather was unbearable. As a father, I had managed to make my son ashamed of me and not want to see me. As a husband, I had not been able to keep Aurora by my side. But what really broke my heart was knowing I had tarnished Manuel's memory, violating and emasculating his mistress.
―Son, I'm sorry!―, I murmured, completely soaked, as I raised my gaze to the sky: ―I know I've behaved like a son of a slut with Sonia, but I swear that from now on it won't be like this and I'll make sure neither of you lacks anything. You don't have to worry about Manolito or his mother! They're mine to take care of now!
It may seem crazy, but at that precise moment the rain stopped and the sun came out. I felt as if my boy was forgiving me, even giving me thanks for forgetting my sin.
―I won't fail you again!― I shouted into the wind and running like a madman, I returned to the cortijo.
As soon as I arrived, I called Sonia, her mother, and my ex. The first two to arrive were Aurora and Teresa, who were chatting animatedly and the complicity I read in their gestures made me suspect they had also signed an entente cordiale. My suspicions were confirmed when they sat down facing me, together and rather affectionate.
I'm glad above all for Aurora, I thought, because since we'd separated my ex had been having a string of bad luck.
When my daughter-in-law appeared at the door, her attitude was the opposite. While her mother and my ex were happy and smiling, she was sad and pensive.
I'm a jerk with no scruples whatsoever, I said to myself as I slowly sank into the armchair, ashamed, observing the evidence on her face that she had been crying.
―Father-in-law, what do you want from me?―, she asked, kneeling down and asking in a barely audible voice. alicaída me impacted and lifted her off the floor, sitting her next to me. That was all it took for a miracle to occur, as if by magic, the anxiety on her face disappeared and she smiled.
―I thought you were still mad at your little one,‖ she whispered in my ear as she rubbed herself against me.
The tenderness and joy with which she pressed her body against mine triggered all my alarms, and without any desire to prolong their suffering or that of my sister-in-law, I explained that we had let our resentment get the better of us and made them responsible for something that was actually our son's fault.
―I don't know how to compensate you for the harm I've caused. From this moment on, you're welcome here.
My ex, nodding in agreement with each of my words, added while taking my sister-in-law's hand:
―If you want to stay here with Pedro and me, you're welcome.
Teresa, more affected than expected, almost cried as she replied that there was nothing to forgive because they hadn't done anything to fix the difficult relationship between us and Manuel. Then, embracing Aurora, she asked if now that she no longer had to be her slut, she could become her loving friend.
My ex-wife laughed and kissed her.
Since my daughter-in-law hadn't spoken up, I asked again what she was going to do and if she forgave me.
―Father-in-law, what does your little one want to prepare for dinner?‖
The incongruity of her response left me speechless, and my silence prompted Aurora to intervene:
―You don't have to keep behaving like that. Pedro has asked for forgiveness.
Turning towards her with brutal disdain in his eyes, the blonde replied to the woman who had been her mistress just minutes before:
―I don't receive orders from a slut who abandoned her husband. My lord knows that my little one loves him and will never leave him.
―Daughter, think about what you're saying,‖ her mother tried to mediate.
Sonia's rejection of the woman who had given birth to her was even greater, and with barely contained anger, she replied:
―If I don't allow a foxy Advise me, less to your lover! I'll never forget that you not only tried to steal my husband but also wanted to take away the love of my father-in-law.
That he refused to listen to my words and the violence with which he had responded to his mother and my ex were a sign that either he was faking or something in his brain had snapped and he refused to accept reality.
―Sonia, I don't think you should be left behind,‖ I commented, thinking that's where things were headed: ―You don't need to keep acting like that for me to take care of you and your son.
Surprised and looking at me with her eyes wide open, she snorted saying:
―Suegro, my puppy doesn't act. My puppy obeys.
My ex was adding up different clues and grabbing my arm, taking me aside.
―Pedro, can you help me check something?‖
―Of course,‖ I replied, wanting any help because he wanted it or not recognizing it, I was terrified.
―Send Sonia with our grandson and ask her mother to stay.‖
―I don't know where you're going, but I'll do that,‖ she answered and returning to where the mother and daughter were, I did what Aurora had asked me to do.
Reluctantly our daughter-in-law left for us to take care of her son, while Teresa was asking what we wanted from her.
―Teresa, are you aware that Pedro only enslaved us because we thought you'd separated him from Manuel?‖
My sister-in-law smiled without losing it. The brunette's response allowed my ex to continue:
―Do you remember when Pedro set us free and therefore we don't have to serve him?‖
―Of course, I'm not stupid or have Alzheimer's.‖
―Can you believe you can't disobey a direct order from him?‖
―I could never. Pedro is my master!‖
―Let's see,‖ I said intervening: ―Why can't you disobey me if I set you free?‖
―I know I was set free, but a slave is always a slave and nothing anyone does can change it. When his son died, I was abandoned, but you took me under your wing and I'll always be yours.
Forgetting the fifty-year-old, my ex let go of me in hysterics:
―Don't you realize?‖ conditioned to serve you. In some way, Manuel cleaned the brain of the two. Without understanding what was making my ex-partner so happy and with a stomach in turmoil, I refused to accept it. Decided to prove he was wrong, taking out a bundle of bills from a drawer, I gave them to the brunette: ―Take this money and mature. I don't want to see you again. Like I had anticipated, Teresa took the dough and left the room, but just when I thought I had won, she came in crying and kneeling at my feet, asking me not to be cruel to her and to forgive anything she might have done. My ex with a smile from ear to ear, asked the woman who had been his sister-in-law: ―Teresa, if your master allows you to stay with him, but serving only me, would you be happy? ―I would accept it gladly― replied with her eyes tinged with emotion― but as soon as my lord calls me, I must know that I will go to his side. Dead of laughter and happy, Aurora looked at me saying: ―I've taken care of a problem for you. Sonia is yours! After which, taking hold of our sister-in-law's waist, she left with her towards her room. I was left stone-faced by the audacity and hardness with which my ex took the matter. It was astonishing that he had decided to take advantage of the conditioning to which they had been subjected by Manuel to get himself a faithful, loving, and above all obedient mistress, without much concern for the fate of our daughter-in-law. 'And now what do I do?', I asked myself as stunned and embarrassed as I was by the attitude of my former wife. Without a confidant or counselor to turn to, I had to face alone the fact that the widow of my son and her mother refused to accept that they were free. 'They remind me of the story of the barracuda and the mackerel', I said to myself meditating on the story in which some scientists had put those two fish in the same aquarium, but with a crystal separating them. The hungry barracuda, ignoring the invisible barrier between them, had Dear me to eat myself once and again at the terrified fish until resigned had stopped trying. Then they had removed the crystal and the barracuda, never crossed the place where the barrier had been, thinking it was still there.
A pesar de saberse emancipadas, siguen pensando que son mis esclavas, I sentenced: I must arm myself with patience to make them forget this madness and convince them of what they are free.
With that thought wandering, I went to see where my daughter-in-law was. As I had demanded, I found her taking care of my grandson. Sonia saw me enter and smiled, but since I didn't give her an order to say otherwise, she continued exercising motherhood while I sat on a sofa admiring something more than her behavior as my grandchild's mother.
There must be recognition that my son had good taste, I said to myself, valuing positively the shape and roundness of her breasts.
Feeling observed, Sonia began to get nervous and despite her efforts to avoid it, her nipples hardened under her maid's uniform.
What's wrong? - forgetting momentarily my purpose of respecting her as the widow of my son, I asked while passing my hand over her breasts.
Suegro, don't be bad - she growled between her teeth as she felt her legs weaken: My baby is there.
Remembering the presence of my grandson, my soul stopped at my feet. Like a beaten dog with its tail between its legs, I ran away from her for the second time in an hour.
Definitely, I'm a jerk!, I tortured myself while attributing that new mistake to an insurmountable lack of morals and looking at a photo of my son on a comfortable, I promised not to exceed again with what had been his wife.
I don't understand why I touched her breasts if my intention was to talk to her so she would know that never again should she give herself to me, I murmured between my teeth.
In an attempt to find help or at least talk to someone, I went to see my ex. The very foxy one hadn't even had the chance delicacy of closing the door to my room and so when I heard noise, I entered without knowing that I would find Aurora totally naked and Teresa with her face between her thighs, while she was demanding with a whip that our cousin not stop licking her pussy.
At least these two are happy, I grumbled with growing anger.
Abatido and worried, I grabbed the car keys and left home to avoid running into any of the three. Since it was already near two o'clock and I didn't want Sonia to give me dinner, I went to a restaurant that had just opened in town.
When I arrived at the local, I was grateful to find some acquaintances and joining their table, I enjoyed a long break where my grandson and the women who had left the cortijo passed into the background. In this way, although temporarily, I managed to forget the shame and humiliation caused by having abused an innocent woman who was also the widow of my son.
When returning with a full stomach and no desire for company, I decided to go out for a run in the countryside to let exercise help me order my mind and find a solution to my problems.
After putting on my sneakers, I left the cortijo with the intention of getting lost among the olive groves. For more than an hour, I walked through those rustic but rich landscapes with the idea fixed in my mind of leaving behind all memory of Sonia.
Unfortunately, despite forcing my muscles and sweat soaking my shirt, the presence of my precious daughter-in-law and my ignominy still lingered in each of my breaths.
I must do something to convince her to give up that idea. I must manage to make her return to being a young woman of the 21st century and forget this obsession with being mine, I repeated like a mantra every time I climbed a hill or walked along a path.
With defeat reflected on my face, I returned home. Fortunately, no one was waiting for me at the entrance and so, in absolute silence, I slipped into my room. Unfortunately, my joy was short-lived because as I passed through the door, I found Sonia sitting in a chair next to the bed, waiting for me.
Was I worrying about you? Next time you go running, let me know, she murmured and without saying another word, left me alone in the room and went into my bathroom.
A careless observer might have been shocked by that maid's haughty attitude, but anyone with a spark of understanding would have immediately comprehended that this woman felt something for her boss and her protest was due to a sincere concern. The sound of the water filling the bathtub informed me that, even though she was still angry, that redhead was firm in her decision to serve me until the last consequences and therefore I wasn't surprised when, after a few minutes, she came back to tell me the hot tub was ready.
Grandpa, give me your shirt, she asked.
For a moment, I thought her request was innocent and so I gave it to her. But then and before my amazement, she couldn't hide that my sweat-soaked polo shirt was irresistible to her and like a dog sniffing a trail, my wife brought my polo shirt to her nose.
God! It smells so good! she groaned, unable to contain herself and with tears in her eyes, she left the bathroom.
I recognize that I didn't expect that reaction and being the last thing I wanted to think about at that moment, I undressed and totally demoralized, entered the bathtub.
In a fine mess you've gotten me into, son, I sentenced myself as sad as worried, closing my eyes.
My tranquility lasted for about ten minutes because, terrified, I heard the door open and someone enter the bathroom. Assuming it was Sonia who was coming back, I pretended to be asleep so she would think twice before waking me up.
Grandpa, do you know why Mom is crying? I heard Manolito say.
I don't know, dear, I lied shamelessly to my grandson.
The kid, with his usual fish-like memory at that age, forgot about his concern for his mother as soon as he saw me splashing and laughing in the bathtub and asked permission to come in with me. ―First, I have to take off your clothes,‖ his mother replied from the doorway.
I felt embarrassed that Sonia would see me naked and while trying to cover myself, my son-in-law took advantage of the situation to pick up his kid. Manolito, as soon as he could free himself from my son-in-law's maternal arms, dove into the hot tub.
―Son, be careful,‖ his mother asked, approaching a chair to the bathtub.
The naturalness with which Sonia looked at her kid while he was bathing next to me disoriented me and even more so when she smiled from ear to ear, saying:
―As your baby looks like you, it's clear that he carries your genes.‖
I knew maybe she said it to flatter me and indeed it did! I couldn't help but feel happy that part of Manolo or even myself would last in my grandson. Maybe because of this, I relaxed and started playing with the kid without worrying about his mother.
―Mom, defend me! The grandfather is pouring water on my face!‖ he cried out at one point.
―Mojale him, don't you see he's an old man?‖ Sonia replied, throwing a deep charge at me while looking at me with her eyes.
If the previous time her intention was to please me, in this case it clearly was to annoy and again she achieved her goal.
Slut, I thought, and as I cupped my hands, I launched their contents at her face.
The very foxy woman instead of getting angry, when she saw herself soaked by me, started laughing and responding to my aggression, got into the bathtub dressed and attacked me. Responding to her kid's laughter, she took water in her cheeks and unloaded its contents on my face.
The kid was having a great time seeing his mother and grandfather making mischief that we would have surely prohibited ourselves from doing and decided not to be the only one behaving well, imitated it.
―Now you'll see‖ I said and grasping both of them between my arms, I pushed them into the hot tub.
Sonia took that gesture as a declaration of war and with a clear laugh, asked her son to help her. Together the two They rammed into me, starting a festival of laughter and commotion in which, without malice on my part, but irreparably, my hormones erupted at feeling their hands tracing my chest.
―What a beautiful one!― I stammered in a low voice as I observed that her wet uniform clung to her body entirely, leaving the sensual curvature of her breasts exposed.
Despite it not being my intention, my son-in-law heard it and under the fabric of his vest, two traitorous volcanoes grew before my eyes, revealing how much he had been affected by that flattery.
Remember who you are and what you've promised, I told myself, making genuine efforts to remove my gaze from those primordial breasts in front of me.
They're a beauty.
Assuming that if I kept playing with the two of them, my excitement would put me in ridicule or something worse, I decided to end that bath and dry off. Upon discovering that Sonia was looking at me attentively as I left, I turned red and she, unlike other times, didn't take advantage of my embarrassment to laugh at me, but instead, putting on a pout, asked if she could stay with Manolito for a little while longer.
I responded yes and before I had time to leave, the widow of my son undid her dress and let it fall. The youthful beauty of her body, not unknown, was less impactful and, with blush, I have to say that conscious or unconscious, as I left the bathroom, I couldn't help but delight in the sweet yet sensual scene Sonia was giving me while bathing her kid.
Damn, how yummy she is! I exclaimed to myself, my gaze fixed on the precious areolas decorating her breasts.
If my son-in-law's nipples betrayed him, mine was the incipient erection growing between my legs that gave me away and so when, out of the corner of his eye, Sonia caught me staring at her, she discovered my stiff penis.
―Grandfather, is it because of me?― asked the wicked one with all her malice.
I was about to say a stupid thing, but when the insults were about to come out of my mouth I thought I was giving in. Although it cost me, I returned a smile and turned around.
‘Calm down, boy’, I muttered between my teeth, ‘you’re older and more intelligent than that slut. Don’t let her manipulate you’.
Simulating a calmness I didn’t feel, I started getting dressed and had already put on my pants when I heard them coming out of the jacuzzi.
―Grandpa, Manolito asks if he can bathe with us every night― I heard behind me.
I knew it was his thing and thought about refusing, but when I turned around I found Sonia wet and completely naked looking at me with an expression that I interpreted as desire on her face.
‘Cover yourself up!’ I begged anxiously, feeling like I couldn’t breathe.
‘Only if you help me feed the baby’, she replied, flaunting her perfect ass in a slutty way.
I barely managed to tear my eyes away from her butt and when she approached me, started caressing her breasts, I stumbled and promised to do it.
‘That’s why I love him so much’ she laughed, then gave me a hint of what was waiting for me, placing her lips on my cheek with sweetness while whispering in my ear: ‘Remember that...I am and will always be...your puppy’
―Son, I'm sorry!―, I murmured, completely soaked, as I raised my gaze to the sky: ―I know I've behaved like a son of a slut with Sonia, but I swear that from now on it won't be like this and I'll make sure neither of you lacks anything. You don't have to worry about Manolito or his mother! They're mine to take care of now!
It may seem crazy, but at that precise moment the rain stopped and the sun came out. I felt as if my boy was forgiving me, even giving me thanks for forgetting my sin.
―I won't fail you again!― I shouted into the wind and running like a madman, I returned to the cortijo.
As soon as I arrived, I called Sonia, her mother, and my ex. The first two to arrive were Aurora and Teresa, who were chatting animatedly and the complicity I read in their gestures made me suspect they had also signed an entente cordiale. My suspicions were confirmed when they sat down facing me, together and rather affectionate.
I'm glad above all for Aurora, I thought, because since we'd separated my ex had been having a string of bad luck.
When my daughter-in-law appeared at the door, her attitude was the opposite. While her mother and my ex were happy and smiling, she was sad and pensive.
I'm a jerk with no scruples whatsoever, I said to myself as I slowly sank into the armchair, ashamed, observing the evidence on her face that she had been crying.
―Father-in-law, what do you want from me?―, she asked, kneeling down and asking in a barely audible voice. alicaída me impacted and lifted her off the floor, sitting her next to me. That was all it took for a miracle to occur, as if by magic, the anxiety on her face disappeared and she smiled.
―I thought you were still mad at your little one,‖ she whispered in my ear as she rubbed herself against me.
The tenderness and joy with which she pressed her body against mine triggered all my alarms, and without any desire to prolong their suffering or that of my sister-in-law, I explained that we had let our resentment get the better of us and made them responsible for something that was actually our son's fault.
―I don't know how to compensate you for the harm I've caused. From this moment on, you're welcome here.
My ex, nodding in agreement with each of my words, added while taking my sister-in-law's hand:
―If you want to stay here with Pedro and me, you're welcome.
Teresa, more affected than expected, almost cried as she replied that there was nothing to forgive because they hadn't done anything to fix the difficult relationship between us and Manuel. Then, embracing Aurora, she asked if now that she no longer had to be her slut, she could become her loving friend.
My ex-wife laughed and kissed her.
Since my daughter-in-law hadn't spoken up, I asked again what she was going to do and if she forgave me.
―Father-in-law, what does your little one want to prepare for dinner?‖
The incongruity of her response left me speechless, and my silence prompted Aurora to intervene:
―You don't have to keep behaving like that. Pedro has asked for forgiveness.
Turning towards her with brutal disdain in his eyes, the blonde replied to the woman who had been her mistress just minutes before:
―I don't receive orders from a slut who abandoned her husband. My lord knows that my little one loves him and will never leave him.
―Daughter, think about what you're saying,‖ her mother tried to mediate.
Sonia's rejection of the woman who had given birth to her was even greater, and with barely contained anger, she replied:
―If I don't allow a foxy Advise me, less to your lover! I'll never forget that you not only tried to steal my husband but also wanted to take away the love of my father-in-law.
That he refused to listen to my words and the violence with which he had responded to his mother and my ex were a sign that either he was faking or something in his brain had snapped and he refused to accept reality.
―Sonia, I don't think you should be left behind,‖ I commented, thinking that's where things were headed: ―You don't need to keep acting like that for me to take care of you and your son.
Surprised and looking at me with her eyes wide open, she snorted saying:
―Suegro, my puppy doesn't act. My puppy obeys.
My ex was adding up different clues and grabbing my arm, taking me aside.
―Pedro, can you help me check something?‖
―Of course,‖ I replied, wanting any help because he wanted it or not recognizing it, I was terrified.
―Send Sonia with our grandson and ask her mother to stay.‖
―I don't know where you're going, but I'll do that,‖ she answered and returning to where the mother and daughter were, I did what Aurora had asked me to do.
Reluctantly our daughter-in-law left for us to take care of her son, while Teresa was asking what we wanted from her.
―Teresa, are you aware that Pedro only enslaved us because we thought you'd separated him from Manuel?‖
My sister-in-law smiled without losing it. The brunette's response allowed my ex to continue:
―Do you remember when Pedro set us free and therefore we don't have to serve him?‖
―Of course, I'm not stupid or have Alzheimer's.‖
―Can you believe you can't disobey a direct order from him?‖
―I could never. Pedro is my master!‖
―Let's see,‖ I said intervening: ―Why can't you disobey me if I set you free?‖
―I know I was set free, but a slave is always a slave and nothing anyone does can change it. When his son died, I was abandoned, but you took me under your wing and I'll always be yours.
Forgetting the fifty-year-old, my ex let go of me in hysterics:
―Don't you realize?‖ conditioned to serve you. In some way, Manuel cleaned the brain of the two. Without understanding what was making my ex-partner so happy and with a stomach in turmoil, I refused to accept it. Decided to prove he was wrong, taking out a bundle of bills from a drawer, I gave them to the brunette: ―Take this money and mature. I don't want to see you again. Like I had anticipated, Teresa took the dough and left the room, but just when I thought I had won, she came in crying and kneeling at my feet, asking me not to be cruel to her and to forgive anything she might have done. My ex with a smile from ear to ear, asked the woman who had been his sister-in-law: ―Teresa, if your master allows you to stay with him, but serving only me, would you be happy? ―I would accept it gladly― replied with her eyes tinged with emotion― but as soon as my lord calls me, I must know that I will go to his side. Dead of laughter and happy, Aurora looked at me saying: ―I've taken care of a problem for you. Sonia is yours! After which, taking hold of our sister-in-law's waist, she left with her towards her room. I was left stone-faced by the audacity and hardness with which my ex took the matter. It was astonishing that he had decided to take advantage of the conditioning to which they had been subjected by Manuel to get himself a faithful, loving, and above all obedient mistress, without much concern for the fate of our daughter-in-law. 'And now what do I do?', I asked myself as stunned and embarrassed as I was by the attitude of my former wife. Without a confidant or counselor to turn to, I had to face alone the fact that the widow of my son and her mother refused to accept that they were free. 'They remind me of the story of the barracuda and the mackerel', I said to myself meditating on the story in which some scientists had put those two fish in the same aquarium, but with a crystal separating them. The hungry barracuda, ignoring the invisible barrier between them, had Dear me to eat myself once and again at the terrified fish until resigned had stopped trying. Then they had removed the crystal and the barracuda, never crossed the place where the barrier had been, thinking it was still there.
A pesar de saberse emancipadas, siguen pensando que son mis esclavas, I sentenced: I must arm myself with patience to make them forget this madness and convince them of what they are free.
With that thought wandering, I went to see where my daughter-in-law was. As I had demanded, I found her taking care of my grandson. Sonia saw me enter and smiled, but since I didn't give her an order to say otherwise, she continued exercising motherhood while I sat on a sofa admiring something more than her behavior as my grandchild's mother.
There must be recognition that my son had good taste, I said to myself, valuing positively the shape and roundness of her breasts.
Feeling observed, Sonia began to get nervous and despite her efforts to avoid it, her nipples hardened under her maid's uniform.
What's wrong? - forgetting momentarily my purpose of respecting her as the widow of my son, I asked while passing my hand over her breasts.
Suegro, don't be bad - she growled between her teeth as she felt her legs weaken: My baby is there.
Remembering the presence of my grandson, my soul stopped at my feet. Like a beaten dog with its tail between its legs, I ran away from her for the second time in an hour.
Definitely, I'm a jerk!, I tortured myself while attributing that new mistake to an insurmountable lack of morals and looking at a photo of my son on a comfortable, I promised not to exceed again with what had been his wife.
I don't understand why I touched her breasts if my intention was to talk to her so she would know that never again should she give herself to me, I murmured between my teeth.
In an attempt to find help or at least talk to someone, I went to see my ex. The very foxy one hadn't even had the chance delicacy of closing the door to my room and so when I heard noise, I entered without knowing that I would find Aurora totally naked and Teresa with her face between her thighs, while she was demanding with a whip that our cousin not stop licking her pussy.
At least these two are happy, I grumbled with growing anger.
Abatido and worried, I grabbed the car keys and left home to avoid running into any of the three. Since it was already near two o'clock and I didn't want Sonia to give me dinner, I went to a restaurant that had just opened in town.
When I arrived at the local, I was grateful to find some acquaintances and joining their table, I enjoyed a long break where my grandson and the women who had left the cortijo passed into the background. In this way, although temporarily, I managed to forget the shame and humiliation caused by having abused an innocent woman who was also the widow of my son.
When returning with a full stomach and no desire for company, I decided to go out for a run in the countryside to let exercise help me order my mind and find a solution to my problems.
After putting on my sneakers, I left the cortijo with the intention of getting lost among the olive groves. For more than an hour, I walked through those rustic but rich landscapes with the idea fixed in my mind of leaving behind all memory of Sonia.
Unfortunately, despite forcing my muscles and sweat soaking my shirt, the presence of my precious daughter-in-law and my ignominy still lingered in each of my breaths.
I must do something to convince her to give up that idea. I must manage to make her return to being a young woman of the 21st century and forget this obsession with being mine, I repeated like a mantra every time I climbed a hill or walked along a path.
With defeat reflected on my face, I returned home. Fortunately, no one was waiting for me at the entrance and so, in absolute silence, I slipped into my room. Unfortunately, my joy was short-lived because as I passed through the door, I found Sonia sitting in a chair next to the bed, waiting for me.
Was I worrying about you? Next time you go running, let me know, she murmured and without saying another word, left me alone in the room and went into my bathroom.
A careless observer might have been shocked by that maid's haughty attitude, but anyone with a spark of understanding would have immediately comprehended that this woman felt something for her boss and her protest was due to a sincere concern. The sound of the water filling the bathtub informed me that, even though she was still angry, that redhead was firm in her decision to serve me until the last consequences and therefore I wasn't surprised when, after a few minutes, she came back to tell me the hot tub was ready.
Grandpa, give me your shirt, she asked.
For a moment, I thought her request was innocent and so I gave it to her. But then and before my amazement, she couldn't hide that my sweat-soaked polo shirt was irresistible to her and like a dog sniffing a trail, my wife brought my polo shirt to her nose.
God! It smells so good! she groaned, unable to contain herself and with tears in her eyes, she left the bathroom.
I recognize that I didn't expect that reaction and being the last thing I wanted to think about at that moment, I undressed and totally demoralized, entered the bathtub.
In a fine mess you've gotten me into, son, I sentenced myself as sad as worried, closing my eyes.
My tranquility lasted for about ten minutes because, terrified, I heard the door open and someone enter the bathroom. Assuming it was Sonia who was coming back, I pretended to be asleep so she would think twice before waking me up.
Grandpa, do you know why Mom is crying? I heard Manolito say.
I don't know, dear, I lied shamelessly to my grandson.
The kid, with his usual fish-like memory at that age, forgot about his concern for his mother as soon as he saw me splashing and laughing in the bathtub and asked permission to come in with me. ―First, I have to take off your clothes,‖ his mother replied from the doorway.
I felt embarrassed that Sonia would see me naked and while trying to cover myself, my son-in-law took advantage of the situation to pick up his kid. Manolito, as soon as he could free himself from my son-in-law's maternal arms, dove into the hot tub.
―Son, be careful,‖ his mother asked, approaching a chair to the bathtub.
The naturalness with which Sonia looked at her kid while he was bathing next to me disoriented me and even more so when she smiled from ear to ear, saying:
―As your baby looks like you, it's clear that he carries your genes.‖
I knew maybe she said it to flatter me and indeed it did! I couldn't help but feel happy that part of Manolo or even myself would last in my grandson. Maybe because of this, I relaxed and started playing with the kid without worrying about his mother.
―Mom, defend me! The grandfather is pouring water on my face!‖ he cried out at one point.
―Mojale him, don't you see he's an old man?‖ Sonia replied, throwing a deep charge at me while looking at me with her eyes.
If the previous time her intention was to please me, in this case it clearly was to annoy and again she achieved her goal.
Slut, I thought, and as I cupped my hands, I launched their contents at her face.
The very foxy woman instead of getting angry, when she saw herself soaked by me, started laughing and responding to my aggression, got into the bathtub dressed and attacked me. Responding to her kid's laughter, she took water in her cheeks and unloaded its contents on my face.
The kid was having a great time seeing his mother and grandfather making mischief that we would have surely prohibited ourselves from doing and decided not to be the only one behaving well, imitated it.
―Now you'll see‖ I said and grasping both of them between my arms, I pushed them into the hot tub.
Sonia took that gesture as a declaration of war and with a clear laugh, asked her son to help her. Together the two They rammed into me, starting a festival of laughter and commotion in which, without malice on my part, but irreparably, my hormones erupted at feeling their hands tracing my chest.
―What a beautiful one!― I stammered in a low voice as I observed that her wet uniform clung to her body entirely, leaving the sensual curvature of her breasts exposed.
Despite it not being my intention, my son-in-law heard it and under the fabric of his vest, two traitorous volcanoes grew before my eyes, revealing how much he had been affected by that flattery.
Remember who you are and what you've promised, I told myself, making genuine efforts to remove my gaze from those primordial breasts in front of me.
They're a beauty.
Assuming that if I kept playing with the two of them, my excitement would put me in ridicule or something worse, I decided to end that bath and dry off. Upon discovering that Sonia was looking at me attentively as I left, I turned red and she, unlike other times, didn't take advantage of my embarrassment to laugh at me, but instead, putting on a pout, asked if she could stay with Manolito for a little while longer.
I responded yes and before I had time to leave, the widow of my son undid her dress and let it fall. The youthful beauty of her body, not unknown, was less impactful and, with blush, I have to say that conscious or unconscious, as I left the bathroom, I couldn't help but delight in the sweet yet sensual scene Sonia was giving me while bathing her kid.
Damn, how yummy she is! I exclaimed to myself, my gaze fixed on the precious areolas decorating her breasts.
If my son-in-law's nipples betrayed him, mine was the incipient erection growing between my legs that gave me away and so when, out of the corner of his eye, Sonia caught me staring at her, she discovered my stiff penis.
―Grandfather, is it because of me?― asked the wicked one with all her malice.
I was about to say a stupid thing, but when the insults were about to come out of my mouth I thought I was giving in. Although it cost me, I returned a smile and turned around.
‘Calm down, boy’, I muttered between my teeth, ‘you’re older and more intelligent than that slut. Don’t let her manipulate you’.
Simulating a calmness I didn’t feel, I started getting dressed and had already put on my pants when I heard them coming out of the jacuzzi.
―Grandpa, Manolito asks if he can bathe with us every night― I heard behind me.
I knew it was his thing and thought about refusing, but when I turned around I found Sonia wet and completely naked looking at me with an expression that I interpreted as desire on her face.
‘Cover yourself up!’ I begged anxiously, feeling like I couldn’t breathe.
‘Only if you help me feed the baby’, she replied, flaunting her perfect ass in a slutty way.
I barely managed to tear my eyes away from her butt and when she approached me, started caressing her breasts, I stumbled and promised to do it.
‘That’s why I love him so much’ she laughed, then gave me a hint of what was waiting for me, placing her lips on my cheek with sweetness while whispering in my ear: ‘Remember that...I am and will always be...your puppy’
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