My son's friends: The beginning

When we got home that day when I changed my life, my 18-year-old son Jorge was crying in the living room. I asked him what was wrong, but he didn't want to tell me, just kept sobbing like a scared child. 'It's obvious what's happening to Maribel, they must have given her another wedgie at school, it's clear that this kid doesn't have balls and is the class clown' My husband Enrique instead of helping only made things worse, he was nothing like our son Jorge, my 44-year-old husband was a truck driver with a bad temper and although he had never had a spectacular physique, he did have enough of a bad temper to make anyone not want to argue with him. My son Jorge on the other hand was a shorter and thinner boy for his age who since school had been a victim of bullying by his classmates. I understood my son's worry perfectly, as an adolescent I had been a rather chubby girl and also suffered many attacks from my classmates and even friends. With time I got in shape and at 42 years old I wasn't a model but had a fairly attractive physique for my age and a medium-length hair that was quite flattering, there was nothing left of that fat girl from 30 years ago. 'Stop crying like a baby, in school and in life you either eat or get eaten, kid, when I was your age I would have broken the face of every idiot who dared to insult me' 'How can you say that to the boy Enrique, hitting never solves anything, things are fixed by talking' 'It's already here Maria Teresa De Calcuta, it's all your fault Maribel, always under your skirts and like he's the only child, you've let him get away with all his whims and taken care of all his problems, that's why now he's almost an adult who has no idea how to defend himself, I'm off to work, I'm sick of crying' My husband left for work and I talked to my son When I finally managed to calm down, I promised that I would fix what was happening to him, that he shouldn't worry and I would help him. The next day when my son went to the Institute, I waited 30 minutes and then went there too, I wanted to talk to the director so that he could punish those who were making my son's life impossible. When I arrived at the Institute, I could see a group of kids sitting outside class, on the wall of the Institute, I recognized one of them, it was Marcos, a neighbor from years ago, his mother was someone I knew, and I knew that his son was captain of the football team at the Institute and also a pretty popular kid among boys and girls. I thought talking to the director could make things worse for my son, they might call him a snitch and stuff like that, so I decided to talk to Marcos instead. I approached the group and Marcos, obviously he was the leader of the bunch Hello Marcos, don't you remember me? Hmm... yes, I don't remember your name but yes, we were neighbors years ago, weren't we? Yes, that's me, my name is Maribel Yes, already, already I remember, you're the mother of a wimp Wimp is one of the nicknames I knew my son had at that Institute, and even his friends called him that when they argued. My son's name is Jorge and he's a very good kid, that's why I wanted to talk to you, you know I have a good relationship with your mother and I wanted to ask you for a favor Go ahead, tell me what you want from me I know you're a very popular kid and I thought you and your friends could help my son be more popular, many of his classmates insult him and he comes home crying many days, if you could do something about it... Calm down Maribel, you were our neighbor and I know you still get together with my mother from time to time for coffee, don't worry, we'll help your son This calmed me down and I left there thinking things would go better for my son Jorge, but in the next week, he didn't come home at all. Crying all day, that was already a big step, it had been 10 days since my conversation with Marcos and I was at home cleaning, my husband was working and my son was in class, I was a housewife and at that moment I was going to go to my son's room to make his bed when the doorbell rang. When I answered the phone, I was surprised by the voice on the other end Maribel, it's me, Marcos, your son's new friend I opened the door even though I was surprised he was there instead of being in class like my son, when I entered he told me that some teachers had missed and thought about visiting my son, I was glad to hear that my son was making new friends, I told Marcos that my son wasn't at home and hadn't come back from class so I supposed his teachers hadn't missed, I offered Marcos a Booty and he accepted, when I brought it from the kitchen he said I looked very pretty, of course his mother was right, his son was an admirer because at that moment I couldn't be very attractive in sweatpants and a t-shirt and even less for a 22-year-old boy younger than me. I was talking to Marcos when the phone rang, curiously it was his mother, I told her that just then her son was there, some teachers had missed and he came to see my son, she was surprised because apparently she didn't know that my son and hers were friends, I was talking to her while Marcos took the Booty when she said she was doing a new diet, I told her I had to pass it on, I needed to lose some pounds I gained last Christmas. Just then I heard Marcos' voice behind me at close range But what do you say Maribel, if you're looking good At the same time he said that, the 18-year-old boy grabbed my breasts from behind, squeezing them, I was left in shock, completely surprised Because of what had just happened, I tried to think quickly and told his mother on the phone that I had to leave her, that I had something in the oven, that I would call her later. As soon as I hung up the phone, I turned around and gave Marcos a slap What kind of pussy do you think you are, kid? I'm telling you, Maribel doesn't need a diet, you've got a big ass When I said this, I grabbed him again, but this time by the ass, I immediately separated his hand from my ass with a strong punch and asked him to leave my house immediately. Come on, Maribel, it must be nice to get a good screw, don't you like me? But what nonsense are you saying, I'm married and you're my son's friend, if you misinterpreted my intentions yesterday or the other day, I'll tell you that... Misinterpret nothing, did you think I was going to turn your son into one of the popular kids for free? Your son is the most annoying kid at the Institute, I remember he was already the most annoying kid in school, I can make him the coolest guy at the Institute but it will be because of your pussy Maribel You've gone crazy, get out of my house or I'll call the police, you don't know what you're saying I'm warning you, Maribel, you know how weak your son is, if I and mine beat him up we can make his life a hell much worse than it was before you asked me for help I didn't know what to say, I knew that kid was serious, I could see it in his eyes, also I knew my son's weakness and had been afraid for some time that his situation at the Institute would lead him to commit a madness, also I knew that changing schools or neighborhoods wasn't the solution, we had already done it when he finished school and his situation hadn't changed, my son was a weak kid, without character and maybe my husband was right in part about his lack of character being partly my fault. Since I hadn't said anything to what Marcos had said, I could see him approaching two steps away As I moved towards me and at that moment he kissed me on the lips, I let him do it for a few seconds and then tried to pull away but he held my head with force. He was a young man of at least 1.80 meters tall and quite athletic, much stronger than me and impossible to separate from him, after a few seconds he separated from me and said Tell me something and I'll leave, but you know that your son will suffer the consequences, it depends on you whether he becomes a champion or ends up like trash I didn't respond so he kissed me again, this time without having to hold me back, I wasn't moving, giving him small kisses while telling me obscenities Thanks to your pussy your son will be as popular as I am I'll fill you up like a turkey Now you're my slut While he was saying those things, he had brought his hands to my breasts and was caressing them slowly over the shirt. I still had strength to resist and try to separate myself but he grabbed me with force on the breasts and pulled me towards him Think about your son Maribel, think about how he came crying home like a baby before I took care of him I went quiet again, he kept kissing me while caressing my breasts but this time one of his hands was sliding down, going through the elastic of the sweatpants. With the hand that was massaging my tits, he was lifting up my shirt until it was rolled around them, I didn't wear a bra so he could see them naked as soon as he left the shirt rolled around my tits, stopped kissing me to observe my breasts while I remained motionless Wow, Maribel, beautiful breasts, not as erect as those of girls my age but never have I been with breasts this big, you must use at least a 100 and for your age they're not sagging While his hand was inside the sweatpants began to touch me over the underwear with his other hand he started caressing my nipples softly, pinching and pulling them delicately as if I were simply an intimate partner and not a woman I was forcing. She came close to my nipples with her mouth and started licking my nipples 'Do you see how I'm friends with your son Maribel? I'm sucking the same breasts that the nanny has been doing for years' I didn't respond anything to that humiliation, the hand that was inside my pants went in this time by inside my underwear at the same time as her mouth began to suck my right nipple, her hand reached my slit and Marcos caressed my clitoris smoothly before introducing a finger slowly. 'I notice you only have one line of pubic hair Maribel, I love such pussies' he said, pulling his nipple out of his mouth. Now it was two fingers moving in my crotch, entering and leaving my interior, I pushed myself back, letting myself fall onto the couch next to the phone and took off my pants and underwear, removed my slippers and left myself barefoot, taking off all my clothes and throwing them aside, leaving me naked from the waist down with my shirt rolled up over my breasts that were shining with saliva Marcos had left on them, I was still quiet like a statue, blocked, he knelt in front of me, looked at me, looked at my pubis and smiled. 'Beautiful pussy Maribel, I'm going to eat it all' He said this and put his legs over my shoulders and started eating me down there, his head buried in my crotch and Marcos began to explore my entire interior with his tongue. At that moment the phone rang, I could see on the display that it was my husband Enrique, let it keep ringing despite a moment when I thought of asking for help, but soon realized the situation and that it would be hard to turn back. 'Who is it?' Marcos asked, I didn't respond and he stuck his finger in my parts making me a little hurt 'What's who pussy?' It's my damn husband, my husband' Marcos smiled, grabbed the phone and passed it to me at the same time that was re-starting her pussy food. I found myself with the phone on my breasts and Marcos between my legs, licking my parts, my husband's voice heard through the receiver, grabbed the phone and took it to my ear. Maribel?... are you here?... what are you doing?... damn phone… do you hear me? Yes, dear, I'm here It was hard for me to speak clearly, not just because of the violent situation but also because Marcos knew what he was doing and although I tried to deny what was happening my body couldn't and all I felt was a tongue expertly moving over my clitoris. Damn it, how's your pussy doing? Can't you hear me? Yes, dear, I'm cleaning up and the phone fell off when I answered I called to tell you that I'll be late for dinner Very well, dear, I'll make your favorite dinner I tried not to gag at Marcos' pussy food and he knew it, sometimes he would look up at me while talking to my husband, I could hear the sound of Marcos' tongue as it passed over my pussy. Jorge is in class, isn't he? Yes, he's in class, I'm here alone cleaning a bit, now...mmm...now...I'll make dinner Marcos continued with my legs on his shoulders, his head buried between my thighs but now he had brought his hands to my nipples which he pinched occasionally with force to make me scream while talking to my husband, I was biting my lip to prevent my husband from noticing anything. I'm 300 km away from home Very well, dear Marcos' tongue penetrated me quite deeply and I almost came, I admit it, no one had eaten me out like that not even my husband and all those sensations although forced were new for me, luckily for me Marcos was under my legs and took his head off my thighs. I rejoiced at this but my joy didn't last long, Marcos took off his shirt leaving me to see a hairless torso quite worked over, then he took off his pants and Underwear, nothing more than getting undressed, I could see his cock was already erect, it was different from all the ones I had seen until then, I have to say that I had only seen 4, one was my husband's, another was my son's and two others were from previous boyfriends of my husband, that cock was bigger than any I had ever seen, about 18 cm, and what surprised me most is that it didn't have any hair on the pubis or testicles, I tried to speed up the conversation with my husband knowing what Marcos intended but my husband kept going on at the other end. Marcos turned around in front of me, I had closed my legs and was trying to open them, I was using force while still talking to my husband so he pinched me on the thigh and I had no choice but to open my legs which Marcos took advantage of by positioning himself in the middle with my legs open on both sides of his hips. He put his cock at the entrance of my pussy, enjoying those last moments before penetrating me, when he positioned his member lightly on my entrance I knew that my whole life would change in that same moment, I had never been unfaithful to my husband until that moment but from then on I would become the slut of that pig to help my son. Marcos began to penetrate me slowly, that was the biggest cock I had ever had inside and I let out a small cry of pain, which excited him and he took advantage of it by giving a hip movement and burying himself completely in me, provoking a sigh from me while I bit my lip until it bled, all the while my husband kept talking to me on the phone. Marcos began to screw me slowly, slowly, little by little, looking at me, he wanted me to feel like his tool was invading my body slowly, then he grabbed my ass and lifted it up a couple of centimeters and started moving faster inside me. 'I'm going to revent your pussy' Marcos told me “Maribel?, have you said something?” “No, darling, keep going, keep telling me” “So you want me to keep being naughty” my husband Marcos said “PAP, PAP, PAP” The sounds Marcos made by hitting his balls with his fists when he would put it all the way inside me every time were getting louder and my husband started to hear them despite not being able to hear my sighs because I was still biting my lip hard. “What's that noise Maribel?” “It's just music, I'm listening to music while I clean, now I have to leave you, darling, I need time to prepare your favorite dinner” “That's fine, we'll see each other later” As soon as my husband hung up Marcos grabbed my ankles lifting my legs and continued to fuck me with all the force he could muster. “Not so deep, not so deep... you're hurting me” “Get used to it Maribel because your pussy is going to be mine whenever I want it” He let go of my legs and grabbed my tits pinching my nipples again as he searched for my mouth to kiss me while still fucking me. Soon he got tired of that position, much to my relief, and decided to sit down on the sofa, asking me to come over and get on top of him, I couldn't deny him anything anymore, I had crossed the line and there was no going back. I got on top of him, his erect cock rubbing against my stomach as I sat down, and I could feel the warmth of his balls near my ass, Marcos grabbed my head and ate my mouth, I couldn't call it a kiss because that's not what it was, he buried his tongue in my throat until he could go no further and when he pulled his tongue out of my mouth he licked my lips. “Now grab my cock and tell me what you're going to do” “I... don't understand…” “Of course you understand, slut, grab my cock and tell me what you're going to do or our deal is over and your son will be a loser” I knew what he wanted, I grabbed his member and rubbed it against my pussy, then positioned it at my entrance and impaled myself on his cock while telling him “I'm going to fuck you” That tool sank completely into my interior, by the face of Marcos I knew perfectly that that was what he wanted. “Of course, Maribel, you're going to fuck me, come on, I want to see it” With his cock buried deep inside me, I started breathing slowly, placing my hands on Marcos' shoulders and standing up, leaving only the cap of his cock in my interior before sitting back down suddenly on that cock that had sunk all the way into the bottom of my pussy. I repeated the same movement while Marcos grabbed my shirt and ripped it with force, pulling the sleeve off my shoulder. “Like this, I want you completely naked for me, I want to see how your tits move”. His cock hurt when it buried itself in my interior so I started moving but much slower, standing up and falling back down to the bottom, like that I didn't feel pain but could feel his cock inching its way deeper into me. Marcos was rubbing my tits at his own pace and my new rhythm wasn't to his liking so I moved my hips under his hands to take control of the pace of the fuck. The penetrations became faster but luckily for me, less deep. Marcos stared fixedly at my tits as they rose and fell with each thrust. “You like it when I bury myself all the way in you, Maribel, I know you do” “What a big cock I have, Maribel, your husband's doesn't go that deep, does it?” Suddenly he released my hips and let me sit back down on him, his cock buried inside me. He asked me to stand up and lean against the living room table. I obeyed and leaned over the table with my breasts squishing against the wooden table where we ate. Marcos got up from the sofa, jiggled his cock and put himself behind me, putting the cap of his cock back at the entrance of my pussy and with a strong push he had his cock buried in my pussy again. This time Marcos was moving with incredible force She grabbed me with force on my hips and was screwing me to pleasure, like a beast, entering and leaving me with all her strength, making my body tremble before her thrusts. I love seeing how your ass wobbles, Maribel You're hurting me so much I screamed Shut up slut, I'm going to run away, I'm going to run away with my cock stuck in your dirty asshole No, please, not that, do it outside, not inside, please It's okay, slut, you've been a good golfa and I'll grant you your desire I felt him pulling his cock out of my interior and before I could turn my head, I felt several hot liquid jets impacting against my ass and back, when Marcos finished pounding his cock against my buttocks and then took a few steps back. I fell down on the living room floor with that guy's semen staining my ass and back, when Marcos got dressed he said Well, Maribel, it's been enough for today, don't worry about your son's idiot who I'm going to take to the movies with the gang, so you have time to shower and prepare his favorite dinner for your husband, now I'm leaving but in a few days I'll come back And I'll take this as a souvenir Marcos referred to my panties, which he had picked up from the floor and after showing them to me, put them away in his pants pocket. Marcos left the house, leaving me there lying naked on the floor and stained with semen, all of that was done for my son and unfortunately... I hadn't even started yet