Ana, my 3-year-old daughter
After the experience we had last night, in which Ana had her first sexual relationship with a man, Mauro; we were preparing to repeat it under more normal conditions; if normal can be the sexual relationships of a young man with his mother and daughter together.
We were all naked in the bedroom, somewhat awkward due to the situation. Ana was red with shame, covering her genitals with one hand and trying to cover her breasts with the other, bowing her head. Mauro approached, stood in front of her, and stroked her cheek with the back of his left hand, while lifting her chin with his right hand to look at her eyes.
He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Ana closed her eyes and gave herself over; she hugged him tightly against her body, as if seeking refuge; their mouths merged in a passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined, their hands caressed their bodies. The boy's fingers slid along the width of Ana's back, hips, and buttocks, causing her to shudder with contact.
Mauro's cock stood upright, pressing against my daughter's stomach.
Ana knelt down in front of the wonder that was offered to her, grasped it with both hands, and licked the glans, where a transparent drop of pre-seminal fluid appeared, which she drank without a hint of disgust. She caressed and swallowed the soft, warm piece of flesh being offered to her. I sat beside her and imitated her. We were breastfeeding alternately, our hands caressing the contracted testicles in the scrotum due to excitement.
— Stop, stop please! I can't take it anymore and don't want to come yet. —The boy begged.
We got up. Mauro bent down to pass an arm around Ana's back and another behind her knees. He lifted her easily and deposited her on the bed, lying beside her without stopping to caress or kiss her; he was pampering her. He slid his fingers through my daughter's pubic hair, populated with soft vello clear brown.
It produced an unusual inner sensation in me the tenderness with which I treated my daughter; I liked it, but at the same time a feeling unknown to me emerged. Would this be what they call jealousy? Could I be jealous of my daughter? Did I envy my daughter? I had to make an effort to push those thoughts out of my mind.
I concentrated on what was happening in front of me. Mauro, between Ana's thighs, was eating her pussy, licking her lips, penetrating the pink slit with his tongue. Ana had her first orgasm. I, kneeling on one side of the bed, was caressing my daughter's body as she moaned and shrank like a hurt animal after the intense climax.
The boy climbed onto Ana, covering her entire body with his own; he aimed and penetrated her pussy slowly; my daughter, with her eyes wide open, staring fixedly at him, her mouth slightly open, her arms wrapped around the boy's neck; she was drawing him in to kiss him as if it were a matter of life and death, wrapping her legs around her lover's hips.
I sat down next to them; I couldn't help but look, admire what they were doing, as my right hand passed over my pussy and found it wet, streams of fluid flowing from the vulvar vestibule to my fingers that I inserted and withdrew from my vagina. I caressed the back of the dark-haired man who was moving demonically on Ana. They were moaning, caressing... devouring each other with kisses...
'Ana, how beautiful you are! I love fucking you! Damn, you're so good! Your pussy is so hot!' the boy was babbling, pushing and pumping in and out of my daughter's sex.
'Siii! Siii! I like it too, siii I like it! Fuck me!... Come inside me!' Ana was screaming outside herself.
It was like the explosion of a volcano of passion. The bodies of the two lovers twisted. My daughter lifted her belly, arching her back, supporting her shoulders and legs, lifting Mauro who, taking advantage of the position, penetrated Ana's matrix to the maximum, discharging his semen inside. A low, rumbling growl emerged from his throat, he bent back, curving his spine and fell like a lightning bolt onto Ana, who was seized by spasms and contractions, whimpering as if crying...
—Ana, my life are you crying?—I asked startled.
—Of happiness, Mom... of happiness.—Whispered.
The change I observed in Ana was spectacular. Of course, because of my work, she spent many hours alone at home; actually, I didn't know what she did, read and especially how she thought. I was discovering unknown facets of Ana. In the few days we had been practicing sex, communication with her was magnificent.
Mauro let himself fall onto his back in the middle of the bed. Ana, to his left, tried to catch her breath. I, on my left side, admired Mauro's majestic body, his pectorals, his stomach... He turned towards me and kissed me.
—Thank you, Adela! Your daughter is marvelous! It's a gift I'll never forget! But I'm here for you, I haven't forgotten. Let me recover... The sex with Ana has been mmmmm, great and now it's your turn.—He said speaking to me in a hoarse voice in my ear.
It was causing shivers on my skin as he caressed my belly, playing with my navel, rising up to my breasts, squeezing them, pinching them...
The tips of his fingers seemed magical. He slid them over my arms, the back of my hands and produced an unusual pleasure, similar to tickling. Wherever he touched, my body was like the strings of a violin and the melody that played was delicious. I lost track of time as he caressed me from forehead to pubis with one hand alone. His fingers on my lips produced delightful sensations difficult to explain. Gently scratching my neck was delirious. The pleasure was delicate, soft in some places, intense in others. But in all of them, marvelous.
He kissed my mouth intensely. He got up. He got off the bed and positioned himself at my feet, separated my knees and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue penetrated... My ridge, from the year to the little button... A shiver ran through my body. I came. It was like a lightning bolt. I didn't expect it; exciting my body before the final touch was like tightening the string of a bow and then releasing it, and the arrow would fly off, directed at the center of my heart.
I grabbed his head by the hair with both hands and stopped him. At that moment, even the lightest touch on my clitoris produced such an intense sensation that it became unbearable. He knew what he was doing. He waited patiently for me to recover. But he wasn't still.
He picked up my feet and lifted them to lick my fingers, nibble my heels, massage my arches, and caress the back of my knees, the inner part of my thighs. His fingers were magical.
There wasn't a corner of my anatomy below the waist that he didn't massage, pinch, or suck. I felt like I was in heaven.
Ana was watching me with wide eyes. She smiled. She came closer and kissed me on the mouth as Mauro nibbled the inner part of my thighs closest to the groin to attack my wet, rather soaked corner again.
Ana's hands were on my breasts, her mouth on mine, Mauro's tongue in my ass, tickling the perineum, sucking, and sipping the secretions from my glands and reaching my button. Down again, following the same path in reverse, until he reached my anus, probing it with his tongue.
With the fluids of my pussy and his saliva, he lubricated a finger and introduced it into my anus without forcing it, delicately. And he continued to torture my intimacy with his tongue sweetly.
I looked down because I felt a strange sensation; Mauro was introducing his ring finger into my ass, his index and middle fingers into the vagina, and his thumb exciting my clitoris... He was fucking and exciting three points at the same time with just one hand...
He was an artist of sex! With only his right hand, he could excite all three... the most sensitive corners of my anatomy. But it didn't stop there. He slid in, still exciting me with his hand; he positioned himself beside me to suck on my nipple. Ana, on the other side, was pinching and sucking my other breast... It was mind-blowing! The glory existed!
Another powerful orgasm caused spasms in my legs that moved on their own, my back arched. I no longer controlled my body. It was moving spasmodically beyond my will...
He left off the clitoris to focus on the anus. I was surrendered. His finger entered my orifice and I didn't feel any discomfort, I liked it. He massaged and lubricated, forcing a little the sphincter and introduced another finger.
— Ahh! I like it! Keep going, don't stop! —I screamed out of myself.
He tried to introduce a third finger but the sphincter wouldn't allow it; he realized and stopped.
Again he dedicated himself to licking my pubic area in its entirety. And a new cramp ran through my body. This man was killing me with pleasure, but I couldn't stop. I lost count. I didn't know how many times I'd reached climax, but neither did I care.
Tender mouth upwards, arms extended, legs open, at his entire disposal.
— F**k me! Please f**k me! I'm dying of pleasure! Pose me! I'm all yours!
I was screaming out of control, not caring about the neighbors, only about the pleasure this man was giving me. He stood up, looking down at me from the foot of the bed. Ana, beside me, squeezing my hand with force.
— If you love me! You're precious! I intuited that you were a fiery woman, but never could have imagined how much. I've been watching you, following you, for a long time, without daring to speak to you... I've spent months dreaming of this moment. I love you Adela! I love you! I'm crazy about you! I've spent whole nights awake dreaming of a moment like this... But even in the most passionate moments I couldn't have imagined that you and your daughter could give me so much pleasure... I love you...
I looked at him, surprised and confused. Had he just declared his love to me? Was it a dream? I looked at my daughter who was also surprised By that manifestation. How could a boy who was 13 or 14 years old fall in love with me?
I didn't have time to think about anything else. He didn't leave me.
He got into bed, looked at me with his black eyes and my heart, already racing from the previous activity, wanted to jump out of my chest.
He lay on top of me, kissed me and tasted the flavor of my sex. I felt like I was floating in a cloud. I lost sight of Ana. Something penetrated my pussy, Ana had taken the cock and put it into my slit without difficulty; it entered like a knife into a cream puff; she moved inside me. One of my daughter's fingers entered my ass, moving with gentleness, delicacy.
Mauro started to pump slowly, slowly, kissing me, caressing my face, hair, passed his hand under my neck to immobilize me and devour my mouth. The rhythm increased, accelerating, with hip thrusts that made me feel his manhood deep in my body.
I lifted my legs to hug them around the hips of my lover, my feet on his buttocks, urging him to penetrate me more and more. My hips moved spasmodically and pushed to facilitate the insertion of that wonderful cock into my belly. The hands on his back, clawing at the shoulder blades until they bled.
I noticed how it came, how it rose through my body, a sense of dizziness, as if my legs and back tensed. The toes tense, bent in an impossible angle. Arms clenched from holding so tight, as if I was going to escape, as if life was leaving me.
And the explosion of pleasure, unstoppable, ravishing; I lacked air. At that moment, the amount of sensations that enveloped my entire body concentrated on my pussy and radiated throughout my anatomy.
For a few seconds, I lost consciousness. I know why when I came to, Ana was looking at me worriedly, Mauro sitting beside me kissing my cheeks, forehead. I felt like I was floating. A sense of peace, happiness, overwhelmed me. attracted to me and we hugged the three of us. I loved my daughter, like a mother loves her children, but what about Mauro? Just twenty-four hours before he was almost a stranger and now I felt more connected to him than any other man in my life. And he just declared his love for me! Or maybe it was due to the passion of the moment? Could he have fallen in love with me? Could I have fallen in love with him in hours? The truth is that I've never been in love with another man.
Or another man? My father; a brute unable to understand or accept my daughter's mistake, which she wasn't entirely responsible for. My husband; he took advantage of me, of my innocence, and as soon as he had the first opportunity, he abandoned us. What men? Mauro has been the first to make me feel... and how he made me feel!
The truth is that what I'm feeling now for him, I've never felt for anyone else.
And to top it off, he's helped Ana; unable to speak with a stranger during the last four years, she's come out of her shell to give her body and enjoy sex for the first time in her life. And share it with me too!
--I feel happy, very happy, Ana, Mauro. Thanks... thanks to both of you for this day. Today begins a new life for me, for us.
They were smiling at me, curious...
--But let's prepare something to eat... all that exercise has opened up my appetite. Will you stay, Mauro? --I asked fearfully in case he left and never came back.
--Well, I have to work tonight, I need to change at home and...
--We'd love for you to stay with us; but you don't owe anything. You can come and go as you please. This will be your home and we'll be your lovers.
Ana's intervention surprised me, I looked at her and nodded my head.
--Yes, Mauro, Ana is right. You've gone very deep inside of us and we're very grateful to you. But it's half the day and you can stay for lunch. Then you can leave and come back when you want... If you want... Ana will always be at home. I'll be working too.
I kissed his lips and we We lifted. Ana and I prepared a quick meal while Mauro showered and got dressed. When he appeared in the salon with the sun entering through the window, his wet hair was shining. He was a beautiful man. We stared at him, mesmerized. He smiled and a contraction in my pussy produced a flow emission.
What are you looking at? Do I have any stain, right? His comment made us laugh.
We sat around the table; he had brought out a bottle of red wine that my father kept for some important occasion. And this was it.
We ate, laughed, and chatted... Mauro told us something about his life.
My mother was Italian, born in Rome, my father Valencian. I was born and raised here, in Madrid. Everything went well until my parents separated when I was 15; my mother left for Rome with my grandmother. I wanted to go with them but my father took me with him to Valencia where he had lawyers, businesses. With time, he got a girlfriend that I didn't get along with. Those were very hard years for me. My relationship with my father was... A gesture of pain crossed his face.
I know what it's like, Mauro. I also had problems with my father. I said, stroking his hand at the same time. He continued.
Through some friends, I found work in Madrid and came here. I've been here for three years now. I kept studying journalism that I started in Valencia and finished a year ago. But I don't find work in my field and here I am; at the club. I hope it won't be for long.
It was a whole story, summarized but very hard. Almost as much as ours...
And he left. After an avalanche of kisses, caresses, hugs, and tears; we assured each other that he would return as soon as he was free...
But he didn't come back. Two, three, four days went by without any news from him. The fifth day, after closing the shop, I went to the club and asked about him... I returned to collect my settlement... A friend of his who also works here came by my apartment and wasn't there. We don't know anything about him. —The manager told me.
A knot was strangling my throat... I bid farewell to the kind gentleman and left for home. On the metro, I felt a fainting spell, almost fell to the floor. A man standing next to me caught me, made a passenger get up so I could sit down. It passed, I apologized, and continued on my way home. It wasn't surprising; I hadn't eaten all day; a knot in my stomach was preventing me from swallowing. And it wasn't the first time. I had barely eaten in the last three days.
I was devastated. Another disappointment, another blow. But what was happening to me? Why were they abandoning me? Only my Ana was still with me. Alone the two of us... We would grow old together and...
I opened the door with my key and upon entering, I saw him.
Mauro was there! Sitting on the sofa next to Ana!
The dizziness hit again; my knees buckled, and I fell to the floor unconscious.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Mauro's worried face. Ana, beside him, was holding my hands nervously. I was lying on the sofa.
—Mom, what's wrong? Are you sick? Should I call a doctor? Please answer! —My poor daughter was scared.
As I could, I sat up, took a deep breath, and stroked Mauro's cheek.
—I'm fine, Ana. It's nothing, just tired... But it's nothing.
Mauro hugged me, kissed me. I was in heaven; I felt so happy...
—When did you arrive, Mauro? We haven't known anything about you since...
He didn't let me finish the sentence.
—That's what I was explaining to Ana. I arrived a little while ago from Atocha. The day I left work, I received a call. My father had passed away. I called a taxi driver I knew and explained the situation; he came and took me to Valencia. The funeral, lawyers, notary... You can't imagine how complicated the probate process is... I spent the worst days of my life; longing to see you again, to be with you... I didn't have your phone number or find a way to... avisaros. But as soon as I had time, I came back… Proof of that is that I'm here. I couldn't stop looking at him. His smile lit up the room. It was a dream, Ana was looking at me worriedly. — You don't need to explain anything, Mauro, I told you this was your home and you could come whenever you wanted… — Didn't let me finish speaking. She smiled. — You'll see Adelita... I want to propose something to you that... Maybe you won't want... —I doubted. — What? Don't keep us in suspense! —Ana said. — ¡Adela... Do you want to marry me?! —Hearing the proposal and disappearing again was all one. They were talking to me and I heard them like they were far away... inside a vat. — Mom, wake up, mom! —Ana was almost crying. — Adela, I'm sorry! Please come back! —Mauro shouted worriedly. — I'm fine, I'm fine... don't worry about it... I'm feeling better now. —I tried to calm them down when I could speak. I got up, took Ana's and Mauro's hands, stood up. I was a bit dizzy, but it was bearable. — Let's have dinner. Today I haven't eaten anything all day and I feel weak. We'll eat and then talk, okay? —I needed some time to think. Ana went to the kitchen and brought what we needed for dinner in the living room. Mauro wasn't stopping looking at me longingly. We finished eating in silence, I felt recovered, I was feeling better. Ana left and went to her room very upset. — Mauro, thank you more than you can imagine for your proposal... But, with all the pain of my soul, I have to reject it. It's not possible. —I paused for a few seconds, the boy's disappointment was evident. He looked down, dejected. — Adela, I know it's hasty, but I have reasons for... —Didn't let him finish the sentence. I stopped him with a gesture of my hand. — But I have a counterproposal that is viable... Get married to Ana! —I called out and waited for his reaction... He remained thoughtful but didn't observe any signs of rejection to my proposal. I lifted my gaze and it landed on mine. — I would like you to understand something. I'm quite older than you and I'm married. Did you have... Forgotten?... However, Ana is your age, single, hasn't known any man but you and above all... She's crazy about you, has fallen in love like it is, a teenager with her first love of life, you're her prince blue... Now she'll be crying like Magdalene thinking you don't want her... —She didn't let me finish. — But I do want her, crazily, just like you...! I proposed to you because I thought you'd accept me, wasn't sure about Ana. I love both of you, want to live with both of you, you're the best thing that's happened to me in life, after these lonely days, life without you two doesn't make sense for me. It seems crazy, but I thought by marrying you, we'd all be together. And you're right, it's the best solution, clearly; if Ana is willing to accept me... —She was talking rapidly, her face lit up. — What if she's willing, idiot? Since you walked in with my mother, I admired you naked on the bed, made love to you... I fell in love with you... —She burst into tears— I love you, silly... I love you! —She threw herself at him, who wasn't expecting it, both falling onto the sofa. The old jealousy appeared again, like mischievous little elves, digging in my stomach. But almost everything was okay... After a session of kissing and fondling, they calmed down. Ana was radiant. — Mauro, did you think you were marrying me so you could screw your daughter-in-law...? Now you'll marry Ana to screw your mother-in-law... I think you gain in the trade-off. But that's it; we both enter into the agreement. You'll have to fulfill your wife and me; don't forget. —The laughter was general and liberating. — You don't have to remind me, mom... Mauro calls me mom and shows off his manhood in full erection... — What a jerk you are... Ana, come on, we have to make the most of this —I told my daughter, grabbing my son-in-law's cock and dragging him into my room, followed by Ana who wouldn't stop kissing him. — I have a request to ask of you... —Mauro said. — You'll say what you want? —I asked.
— The first night I tied and blindfolded you. I lost the best... Seeing your bodies, feeling what you were doing to me, but not seeing it... I want you to tie me up without a blindfold and repeat everything you did to me... —My request delighted him.
Vamos Ana, get out of the bedroom... —I said to my daughter.
— Why? —She asked in a sulky tone.
— So that everything is equal —I replied.
He hung his head and went out into the corridor, not very convinced. Through the slightly open door, I saw her undressing in the corridor, the little fool. I smiled.
Mauro was undressing and getting into bed, just like the first time... He tied his hands and feet to a cross and I undressed slowly in front of him. He looked at me with desire; just like the other time, I put my mouth on his and kissed him, then separating immediately.
Ana entered, naked as she was born. She moved voluptuously, softly kissing her boyfriend's lips, caressing his torso, pinching, first delicately, then provocatively, causing gestures of pain in his immobilized male. It seemed like revenge... She repeated the steps from the first time. Until she swallowed the boy's cock like a professional...
— Aaaahhhh! This wasn't like the first time! Don't keep going or I'll come! —Mauro exclaimed.
— That's because the first time I didn't know what I know now. I've been practicing with the toy my mom bought me. Now I can swallow it whole, just like I've seen in the movies she brought... Hahaha —The joy of my daughter's laughter overwhelmed me. Just a week ago, she was a sad, bitter girl.
— Well, it seems that the accelerated sex course has been effective, Ana —I said, laughing too.
— Let's change the program —said Mauro — Ana, come and sit on my face and you, Adela, put your pussy in my mouth so I can eat it... —The boy's erection was spectacular and Ana took advantage of it.
I got into position; his playful tongue on my lips, tickling my clitoris. My hands on her breasts, her nipples hardening at contact. She did the same to mine.
Bajé a hand, caressing Ana's belly to reach her pleasure button and massaging it with a finger... It was as if I had triggered the trigger of a bomb. The scream she let out was so loud that I thought the neighbors would call the police. She fell forward, disheveled. I was in front of her. Her face ended up between my thighs, and I leaned back until Mauro's tongue was in my anus... And Ana's tongue was on my pubis, sliding down until it sucked out the juices that my other lover had extracted from my body. My pleasure was so great that I thought I would explode. Mauro was still inside my daughter, who had recovered enough to continue riding him. He straightened up and attacked my supersensitive breasts again. I exploded! Unable to control my limbs. I moved wildly, rubbing my pussy and anus in Mauro's mouth, nose, and chin, and when he could, he would complain... -- Mommy is choking!! My daughter yelled. I fell onto the right side of the abused one, broken, shattered, with the feeling of guilt for almost having asphyxiated the man I loved more than life. -- Sorry... sorry! Mauro, I'm sorry! I couldn't continue. -- Ahhhggggg!!! Mauro's cry didn't let me finish speaking. -- Wicked ones, you wanted to kill me. And yet, I haven't seen anything but Adela's anus. And unable to move! What a pleasure!! I removed the restraints by kissing him, licking the liquids my sex had secreted and that were bathing his face... He hugged Ana... -- I've had several experiences in my life, but like with you two... None... And I think that even if I lived for a thousand years, I could find no two women like you. So faithful, so in love, and so prostitutes in bed... I want to marry both of you! I want to be your husband and have children with both of you! -- He finished the sentence looking serious. -- Am I crazy? He asked anxiously. -- No, Mauro. Mommy loves you; you can't imagine what She hasn't known what to do with herself these days without knowing about you. You've seen that she wasn't eating, wasn't doing anything right, things were falling out of her hands. She's broken who knows how many plates and glasses just wiping them. And I... I don't want to seem pesky, I love you crazy. I don't know what would happen to me without you... And ¡Siii! ¡Siii! ¡I want to have children with you!!... But also, I want you to have them with my mother...! —After these declarations she fell silent, serious, waiting for our reaction.
Mauro, sitting in the center of the bed, with my daughter on his left and me on his right, took one hand from each of us, brought them to his lips, and kissed them.
—I'll do whatever it takes to make you both mothers. I promise!
We hugged and let ourselves fall onto the bed.
—Mauro, did I hear you say that you had to get married in 15 days? I asked.
—Yes, you're right, I said it and I repeat it... There's a clause in my father's will that obliges me to marry within 15 days... with a woman... to receive the inheritance. Another clause obliges me to have children within a period not exceeding three years. I don't want you to misinterpret my words. I'm not trying to use you to inherit. My father's legacy can go to hell if you're not with me! I love you! I know it may be hard for someone who hasn't experienced this to understand what I feel for both of you.
—Why did your father put those clauses in his will? It seems absurd, I asked.
Mauro tensed up.
—Well, he had his reasons. When I came to Madrid, the person who found me a job was a... very... friend. I don't know how you'll take this, but I was living with him until a year ago... Living... Do you understand? —He was tense and worried.
—So, you two understood each other, didn't you? He released my hand and pulled back. He spoke anxiously.
—Yes... We had relationships... sexual; there was a time when I thought I was in love with him... Then I realized that it wasn't just men who attracted me. You saw me, Adela, and I fell deeply in love. I came to the conclusion that I was bisexual... If you want... I'll leave... —I was about to cry.
A deep feeling of tenderness overwhelmed me. It was like a helpless child... I hugged him, he hugged me, Ana joined us... Crying... And we all cried...
— No, Mauro! Don't leave, you'll have us two for the rest of your life, which is no longer just yours, it's our life... We love you too much, Mauro... It was a strange, fast, intense, wonderful love... You've brought joy to this house, to our lives... You have here two women who are crazy about you, who love you with passion, with madness... How can you leave? We'll go with you until the end of the world! —The passionate ardor flowed through my blood.
Words were not enough to express my feelings. The hug turned into warmth, sexual heat that overwhelmed us, we renewed our kisses and caresses. His cock indicated that we were on the right path.
In silence, I climbed onto his hips and rode him...
Ana was caressing and kissing him, took his hand and led it to her vagina for him to finger it. With the other, Mauro was rubbing my stomach, playing with his thumb on my burning clitoris, rising, caressing with his fingertips until my breasts offered themselves unconditionally. I felt possessed by the male that penetrated my belly. I was giving myself totally, I was... His.
Again, the ardor of orgasm expanded through my body, like a wave, bathing in pleasure the shores it found along its path; I fell onto his muscular chest, onto the man, the only man who had given me more pleasure than anyone else in my thirty-eight years of life.
My girl; beside me, was coming with delight at the fingers of her future husband, splashing around in the interior of her pussy. She was gasping, like fish when they're taken out of water. Her little face was precious, with... eyes narrowed, the mouth slightly open, the precious teeth like white pearls and her gesture of pleasure; a pleasure I didn't know a week ago. When we calmed down, we kept talking. — Then... What do you think, Mauro? Are you leaving? —I asked fearfully. — Leave? Yes... But... With you two... Tomorrow we're all going to Valencia together. — Like that? Suddenly? And the store... our things? —I asked confused. — You'll see, if I say tomorrow is because in two days' time we have to be at the notary's office to give proof of our commitment between us. That is, Ana and I are going to get married before 15 days. We need the documents to get married... And all that will be managed from Valencia. — But I think it's very hasty. Where will we live? Can I dare go out of the house? —Ana asked anguished. — Ana, my life. You're fine now. You can go out of the house. We'll take you in a taxi to Atocha to catch the train to Valencia and there we'll live in my house. You can get to know the hotel that will now be mine... If you want, you can work, help me manage it. I know you can do it... You can do it Ana. We'll help you and won't leave you until you can... Fly... —His enthusiasm captivated me. — Mauro, if you're capable of taking Ana out of here and bringing her to Valencia; you'll make the happiest woman on the planet. And yes... I see you capable. For your love, Ana will do what you ask... Am I wrong, Ana? —My daughter looked at me anguished. — If you want... I'll do it for being with you... I love you! —She dissolved into kisses. — Let's try to sleep a bit... Tomorrow will be a busy day. —I turned around, giving Mauro my back and tried to sleep... But I couldn't... The day had been very intense in emotions. A movement at my back indicated that the two lovebirds were still entwined... I felt unable to follow their rhythm... Almost without realizing it, the soft rocking motion led me to Morpheus' arms.
After the experience we had last night, in which Ana had her first sexual relationship with a man, Mauro; we were preparing to repeat it under more normal conditions; if normal can be the sexual relationships of a young man with his mother and daughter together.
We were all naked in the bedroom, somewhat awkward due to the situation. Ana was red with shame, covering her genitals with one hand and trying to cover her breasts with the other, bowing her head. Mauro approached, stood in front of her, and stroked her cheek with the back of his left hand, while lifting her chin with his right hand to look at her eyes.
He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Ana closed her eyes and gave herself over; she hugged him tightly against her body, as if seeking refuge; their mouths merged in a passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined, their hands caressed their bodies. The boy's fingers slid along the width of Ana's back, hips, and buttocks, causing her to shudder with contact.
Mauro's cock stood upright, pressing against my daughter's stomach.
Ana knelt down in front of the wonder that was offered to her, grasped it with both hands, and licked the glans, where a transparent drop of pre-seminal fluid appeared, which she drank without a hint of disgust. She caressed and swallowed the soft, warm piece of flesh being offered to her. I sat beside her and imitated her. We were breastfeeding alternately, our hands caressing the contracted testicles in the scrotum due to excitement.
— Stop, stop please! I can't take it anymore and don't want to come yet. —The boy begged.
We got up. Mauro bent down to pass an arm around Ana's back and another behind her knees. He lifted her easily and deposited her on the bed, lying beside her without stopping to caress or kiss her; he was pampering her. He slid his fingers through my daughter's pubic hair, populated with soft vello clear brown.
It produced an unusual inner sensation in me the tenderness with which I treated my daughter; I liked it, but at the same time a feeling unknown to me emerged. Would this be what they call jealousy? Could I be jealous of my daughter? Did I envy my daughter? I had to make an effort to push those thoughts out of my mind.
I concentrated on what was happening in front of me. Mauro, between Ana's thighs, was eating her pussy, licking her lips, penetrating the pink slit with his tongue. Ana had her first orgasm. I, kneeling on one side of the bed, was caressing my daughter's body as she moaned and shrank like a hurt animal after the intense climax.
The boy climbed onto Ana, covering her entire body with his own; he aimed and penetrated her pussy slowly; my daughter, with her eyes wide open, staring fixedly at him, her mouth slightly open, her arms wrapped around the boy's neck; she was drawing him in to kiss him as if it were a matter of life and death, wrapping her legs around her lover's hips.
I sat down next to them; I couldn't help but look, admire what they were doing, as my right hand passed over my pussy and found it wet, streams of fluid flowing from the vulvar vestibule to my fingers that I inserted and withdrew from my vagina. I caressed the back of the dark-haired man who was moving demonically on Ana. They were moaning, caressing... devouring each other with kisses...
'Ana, how beautiful you are! I love fucking you! Damn, you're so good! Your pussy is so hot!' the boy was babbling, pushing and pumping in and out of my daughter's sex.
'Siii! Siii! I like it too, siii I like it! Fuck me!... Come inside me!' Ana was screaming outside herself.
It was like the explosion of a volcano of passion. The bodies of the two lovers twisted. My daughter lifted her belly, arching her back, supporting her shoulders and legs, lifting Mauro who, taking advantage of the position, penetrated Ana's matrix to the maximum, discharging his semen inside. A low, rumbling growl emerged from his throat, he bent back, curving his spine and fell like a lightning bolt onto Ana, who was seized by spasms and contractions, whimpering as if crying...
—Ana, my life are you crying?—I asked startled.
—Of happiness, Mom... of happiness.—Whispered.
The change I observed in Ana was spectacular. Of course, because of my work, she spent many hours alone at home; actually, I didn't know what she did, read and especially how she thought. I was discovering unknown facets of Ana. In the few days we had been practicing sex, communication with her was magnificent.
Mauro let himself fall onto his back in the middle of the bed. Ana, to his left, tried to catch her breath. I, on my left side, admired Mauro's majestic body, his pectorals, his stomach... He turned towards me and kissed me.
—Thank you, Adela! Your daughter is marvelous! It's a gift I'll never forget! But I'm here for you, I haven't forgotten. Let me recover... The sex with Ana has been mmmmm, great and now it's your turn.—He said speaking to me in a hoarse voice in my ear.
It was causing shivers on my skin as he caressed my belly, playing with my navel, rising up to my breasts, squeezing them, pinching them...
The tips of his fingers seemed magical. He slid them over my arms, the back of my hands and produced an unusual pleasure, similar to tickling. Wherever he touched, my body was like the strings of a violin and the melody that played was delicious. I lost track of time as he caressed me from forehead to pubis with one hand alone. His fingers on my lips produced delightful sensations difficult to explain. Gently scratching my neck was delirious. The pleasure was delicate, soft in some places, intense in others. But in all of them, marvelous.
He kissed my mouth intensely. He got up. He got off the bed and positioned himself at my feet, separated my knees and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue penetrated... My ridge, from the year to the little button... A shiver ran through my body. I came. It was like a lightning bolt. I didn't expect it; exciting my body before the final touch was like tightening the string of a bow and then releasing it, and the arrow would fly off, directed at the center of my heart.
I grabbed his head by the hair with both hands and stopped him. At that moment, even the lightest touch on my clitoris produced such an intense sensation that it became unbearable. He knew what he was doing. He waited patiently for me to recover. But he wasn't still.
He picked up my feet and lifted them to lick my fingers, nibble my heels, massage my arches, and caress the back of my knees, the inner part of my thighs. His fingers were magical.
There wasn't a corner of my anatomy below the waist that he didn't massage, pinch, or suck. I felt like I was in heaven.
Ana was watching me with wide eyes. She smiled. She came closer and kissed me on the mouth as Mauro nibbled the inner part of my thighs closest to the groin to attack my wet, rather soaked corner again.
Ana's hands were on my breasts, her mouth on mine, Mauro's tongue in my ass, tickling the perineum, sucking, and sipping the secretions from my glands and reaching my button. Down again, following the same path in reverse, until he reached my anus, probing it with his tongue.
With the fluids of my pussy and his saliva, he lubricated a finger and introduced it into my anus without forcing it, delicately. And he continued to torture my intimacy with his tongue sweetly.
I looked down because I felt a strange sensation; Mauro was introducing his ring finger into my ass, his index and middle fingers into the vagina, and his thumb exciting my clitoris... He was fucking and exciting three points at the same time with just one hand...
He was an artist of sex! With only his right hand, he could excite all three... the most sensitive corners of my anatomy. But it didn't stop there. He slid in, still exciting me with his hand; he positioned himself beside me to suck on my nipple. Ana, on the other side, was pinching and sucking my other breast... It was mind-blowing! The glory existed!
Another powerful orgasm caused spasms in my legs that moved on their own, my back arched. I no longer controlled my body. It was moving spasmodically beyond my will...
He left off the clitoris to focus on the anus. I was surrendered. His finger entered my orifice and I didn't feel any discomfort, I liked it. He massaged and lubricated, forcing a little the sphincter and introduced another finger.
— Ahh! I like it! Keep going, don't stop! —I screamed out of myself.
He tried to introduce a third finger but the sphincter wouldn't allow it; he realized and stopped.
Again he dedicated himself to licking my pubic area in its entirety. And a new cramp ran through my body. This man was killing me with pleasure, but I couldn't stop. I lost count. I didn't know how many times I'd reached climax, but neither did I care.
Tender mouth upwards, arms extended, legs open, at his entire disposal.
— F**k me! Please f**k me! I'm dying of pleasure! Pose me! I'm all yours!
I was screaming out of control, not caring about the neighbors, only about the pleasure this man was giving me. He stood up, looking down at me from the foot of the bed. Ana, beside me, squeezing my hand with force.
— If you love me! You're precious! I intuited that you were a fiery woman, but never could have imagined how much. I've been watching you, following you, for a long time, without daring to speak to you... I've spent months dreaming of this moment. I love you Adela! I love you! I'm crazy about you! I've spent whole nights awake dreaming of a moment like this... But even in the most passionate moments I couldn't have imagined that you and your daughter could give me so much pleasure... I love you...
I looked at him, surprised and confused. Had he just declared his love to me? Was it a dream? I looked at my daughter who was also surprised By that manifestation. How could a boy who was 13 or 14 years old fall in love with me?
I didn't have time to think about anything else. He didn't leave me.
He got into bed, looked at me with his black eyes and my heart, already racing from the previous activity, wanted to jump out of my chest.
He lay on top of me, kissed me and tasted the flavor of my sex. I felt like I was floating in a cloud. I lost sight of Ana. Something penetrated my pussy, Ana had taken the cock and put it into my slit without difficulty; it entered like a knife into a cream puff; she moved inside me. One of my daughter's fingers entered my ass, moving with gentleness, delicacy.
Mauro started to pump slowly, slowly, kissing me, caressing my face, hair, passed his hand under my neck to immobilize me and devour my mouth. The rhythm increased, accelerating, with hip thrusts that made me feel his manhood deep in my body.
I lifted my legs to hug them around the hips of my lover, my feet on his buttocks, urging him to penetrate me more and more. My hips moved spasmodically and pushed to facilitate the insertion of that wonderful cock into my belly. The hands on his back, clawing at the shoulder blades until they bled.
I noticed how it came, how it rose through my body, a sense of dizziness, as if my legs and back tensed. The toes tense, bent in an impossible angle. Arms clenched from holding so tight, as if I was going to escape, as if life was leaving me.
And the explosion of pleasure, unstoppable, ravishing; I lacked air. At that moment, the amount of sensations that enveloped my entire body concentrated on my pussy and radiated throughout my anatomy.
For a few seconds, I lost consciousness. I know why when I came to, Ana was looking at me worriedly, Mauro sitting beside me kissing my cheeks, forehead. I felt like I was floating. A sense of peace, happiness, overwhelmed me. attracted to me and we hugged the three of us. I loved my daughter, like a mother loves her children, but what about Mauro? Just twenty-four hours before he was almost a stranger and now I felt more connected to him than any other man in my life. And he just declared his love for me! Or maybe it was due to the passion of the moment? Could he have fallen in love with me? Could I have fallen in love with him in hours? The truth is that I've never been in love with another man.
Or another man? My father; a brute unable to understand or accept my daughter's mistake, which she wasn't entirely responsible for. My husband; he took advantage of me, of my innocence, and as soon as he had the first opportunity, he abandoned us. What men? Mauro has been the first to make me feel... and how he made me feel!
The truth is that what I'm feeling now for him, I've never felt for anyone else.
And to top it off, he's helped Ana; unable to speak with a stranger during the last four years, she's come out of her shell to give her body and enjoy sex for the first time in her life. And share it with me too!
--I feel happy, very happy, Ana, Mauro. Thanks... thanks to both of you for this day. Today begins a new life for me, for us.
They were smiling at me, curious...
--But let's prepare something to eat... all that exercise has opened up my appetite. Will you stay, Mauro? --I asked fearfully in case he left and never came back.
--Well, I have to work tonight, I need to change at home and...
--We'd love for you to stay with us; but you don't owe anything. You can come and go as you please. This will be your home and we'll be your lovers.
Ana's intervention surprised me, I looked at her and nodded my head.
--Yes, Mauro, Ana is right. You've gone very deep inside of us and we're very grateful to you. But it's half the day and you can stay for lunch. Then you can leave and come back when you want... If you want... Ana will always be at home. I'll be working too.
I kissed his lips and we We lifted. Ana and I prepared a quick meal while Mauro showered and got dressed. When he appeared in the salon with the sun entering through the window, his wet hair was shining. He was a beautiful man. We stared at him, mesmerized. He smiled and a contraction in my pussy produced a flow emission.
What are you looking at? Do I have any stain, right? His comment made us laugh.
We sat around the table; he had brought out a bottle of red wine that my father kept for some important occasion. And this was it.
We ate, laughed, and chatted... Mauro told us something about his life.
My mother was Italian, born in Rome, my father Valencian. I was born and raised here, in Madrid. Everything went well until my parents separated when I was 15; my mother left for Rome with my grandmother. I wanted to go with them but my father took me with him to Valencia where he had lawyers, businesses. With time, he got a girlfriend that I didn't get along with. Those were very hard years for me. My relationship with my father was... A gesture of pain crossed his face.
I know what it's like, Mauro. I also had problems with my father. I said, stroking his hand at the same time. He continued.
Through some friends, I found work in Madrid and came here. I've been here for three years now. I kept studying journalism that I started in Valencia and finished a year ago. But I don't find work in my field and here I am; at the club. I hope it won't be for long.
It was a whole story, summarized but very hard. Almost as much as ours...
And he left. After an avalanche of kisses, caresses, hugs, and tears; we assured each other that he would return as soon as he was free...
But he didn't come back. Two, three, four days went by without any news from him. The fifth day, after closing the shop, I went to the club and asked about him... I returned to collect my settlement... A friend of his who also works here came by my apartment and wasn't there. We don't know anything about him. —The manager told me.
A knot was strangling my throat... I bid farewell to the kind gentleman and left for home. On the metro, I felt a fainting spell, almost fell to the floor. A man standing next to me caught me, made a passenger get up so I could sit down. It passed, I apologized, and continued on my way home. It wasn't surprising; I hadn't eaten all day; a knot in my stomach was preventing me from swallowing. And it wasn't the first time. I had barely eaten in the last three days.
I was devastated. Another disappointment, another blow. But what was happening to me? Why were they abandoning me? Only my Ana was still with me. Alone the two of us... We would grow old together and...
I opened the door with my key and upon entering, I saw him.
Mauro was there! Sitting on the sofa next to Ana!
The dizziness hit again; my knees buckled, and I fell to the floor unconscious.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Mauro's worried face. Ana, beside him, was holding my hands nervously. I was lying on the sofa.
—Mom, what's wrong? Are you sick? Should I call a doctor? Please answer! —My poor daughter was scared.
As I could, I sat up, took a deep breath, and stroked Mauro's cheek.
—I'm fine, Ana. It's nothing, just tired... But it's nothing.
Mauro hugged me, kissed me. I was in heaven; I felt so happy...
—When did you arrive, Mauro? We haven't known anything about you since...
He didn't let me finish the sentence.
—That's what I was explaining to Ana. I arrived a little while ago from Atocha. The day I left work, I received a call. My father had passed away. I called a taxi driver I knew and explained the situation; he came and took me to Valencia. The funeral, lawyers, notary... You can't imagine how complicated the probate process is... I spent the worst days of my life; longing to see you again, to be with you... I didn't have your phone number or find a way to... avisaros. But as soon as I had time, I came back… Proof of that is that I'm here. I couldn't stop looking at him. His smile lit up the room. It was a dream, Ana was looking at me worriedly. — You don't need to explain anything, Mauro, I told you this was your home and you could come whenever you wanted… — Didn't let me finish speaking. She smiled. — You'll see Adelita... I want to propose something to you that... Maybe you won't want... —I doubted. — What? Don't keep us in suspense! —Ana said. — ¡Adela... Do you want to marry me?! —Hearing the proposal and disappearing again was all one. They were talking to me and I heard them like they were far away... inside a vat. — Mom, wake up, mom! —Ana was almost crying. — Adela, I'm sorry! Please come back! —Mauro shouted worriedly. — I'm fine, I'm fine... don't worry about it... I'm feeling better now. —I tried to calm them down when I could speak. I got up, took Ana's and Mauro's hands, stood up. I was a bit dizzy, but it was bearable. — Let's have dinner. Today I haven't eaten anything all day and I feel weak. We'll eat and then talk, okay? —I needed some time to think. Ana went to the kitchen and brought what we needed for dinner in the living room. Mauro wasn't stopping looking at me longingly. We finished eating in silence, I felt recovered, I was feeling better. Ana left and went to her room very upset. — Mauro, thank you more than you can imagine for your proposal... But, with all the pain of my soul, I have to reject it. It's not possible. —I paused for a few seconds, the boy's disappointment was evident. He looked down, dejected. — Adela, I know it's hasty, but I have reasons for... —Didn't let him finish the sentence. I stopped him with a gesture of my hand. — But I have a counterproposal that is viable... Get married to Ana! —I called out and waited for his reaction... He remained thoughtful but didn't observe any signs of rejection to my proposal. I lifted my gaze and it landed on mine. — I would like you to understand something. I'm quite older than you and I'm married. Did you have... Forgotten?... However, Ana is your age, single, hasn't known any man but you and above all... She's crazy about you, has fallen in love like it is, a teenager with her first love of life, you're her prince blue... Now she'll be crying like Magdalene thinking you don't want her... —She didn't let me finish. — But I do want her, crazily, just like you...! I proposed to you because I thought you'd accept me, wasn't sure about Ana. I love both of you, want to live with both of you, you're the best thing that's happened to me in life, after these lonely days, life without you two doesn't make sense for me. It seems crazy, but I thought by marrying you, we'd all be together. And you're right, it's the best solution, clearly; if Ana is willing to accept me... —She was talking rapidly, her face lit up. — What if she's willing, idiot? Since you walked in with my mother, I admired you naked on the bed, made love to you... I fell in love with you... —She burst into tears— I love you, silly... I love you! —She threw herself at him, who wasn't expecting it, both falling onto the sofa. The old jealousy appeared again, like mischievous little elves, digging in my stomach. But almost everything was okay... After a session of kissing and fondling, they calmed down. Ana was radiant. — Mauro, did you think you were marrying me so you could screw your daughter-in-law...? Now you'll marry Ana to screw your mother-in-law... I think you gain in the trade-off. But that's it; we both enter into the agreement. You'll have to fulfill your wife and me; don't forget. —The laughter was general and liberating. — You don't have to remind me, mom... Mauro calls me mom and shows off his manhood in full erection... — What a jerk you are... Ana, come on, we have to make the most of this —I told my daughter, grabbing my son-in-law's cock and dragging him into my room, followed by Ana who wouldn't stop kissing him. — I have a request to ask of you... —Mauro said. — You'll say what you want? —I asked.
— The first night I tied and blindfolded you. I lost the best... Seeing your bodies, feeling what you were doing to me, but not seeing it... I want you to tie me up without a blindfold and repeat everything you did to me... —My request delighted him.
Vamos Ana, get out of the bedroom... —I said to my daughter.
— Why? —She asked in a sulky tone.
— So that everything is equal —I replied.
He hung his head and went out into the corridor, not very convinced. Through the slightly open door, I saw her undressing in the corridor, the little fool. I smiled.
Mauro was undressing and getting into bed, just like the first time... He tied his hands and feet to a cross and I undressed slowly in front of him. He looked at me with desire; just like the other time, I put my mouth on his and kissed him, then separating immediately.
Ana entered, naked as she was born. She moved voluptuously, softly kissing her boyfriend's lips, caressing his torso, pinching, first delicately, then provocatively, causing gestures of pain in his immobilized male. It seemed like revenge... She repeated the steps from the first time. Until she swallowed the boy's cock like a professional...
— Aaaahhhh! This wasn't like the first time! Don't keep going or I'll come! —Mauro exclaimed.
— That's because the first time I didn't know what I know now. I've been practicing with the toy my mom bought me. Now I can swallow it whole, just like I've seen in the movies she brought... Hahaha —The joy of my daughter's laughter overwhelmed me. Just a week ago, she was a sad, bitter girl.
— Well, it seems that the accelerated sex course has been effective, Ana —I said, laughing too.
— Let's change the program —said Mauro — Ana, come and sit on my face and you, Adela, put your pussy in my mouth so I can eat it... —The boy's erection was spectacular and Ana took advantage of it.
I got into position; his playful tongue on my lips, tickling my clitoris. My hands on her breasts, her nipples hardening at contact. She did the same to mine.
Bajé a hand, caressing Ana's belly to reach her pleasure button and massaging it with a finger... It was as if I had triggered the trigger of a bomb. The scream she let out was so loud that I thought the neighbors would call the police. She fell forward, disheveled. I was in front of her. Her face ended up between my thighs, and I leaned back until Mauro's tongue was in my anus... And Ana's tongue was on my pubis, sliding down until it sucked out the juices that my other lover had extracted from my body. My pleasure was so great that I thought I would explode. Mauro was still inside my daughter, who had recovered enough to continue riding him. He straightened up and attacked my supersensitive breasts again. I exploded! Unable to control my limbs. I moved wildly, rubbing my pussy and anus in Mauro's mouth, nose, and chin, and when he could, he would complain... -- Mommy is choking!! My daughter yelled. I fell onto the right side of the abused one, broken, shattered, with the feeling of guilt for almost having asphyxiated the man I loved more than life. -- Sorry... sorry! Mauro, I'm sorry! I couldn't continue. -- Ahhhggggg!!! Mauro's cry didn't let me finish speaking. -- Wicked ones, you wanted to kill me. And yet, I haven't seen anything but Adela's anus. And unable to move! What a pleasure!! I removed the restraints by kissing him, licking the liquids my sex had secreted and that were bathing his face... He hugged Ana... -- I've had several experiences in my life, but like with you two... None... And I think that even if I lived for a thousand years, I could find no two women like you. So faithful, so in love, and so prostitutes in bed... I want to marry both of you! I want to be your husband and have children with both of you! -- He finished the sentence looking serious. -- Am I crazy? He asked anxiously. -- No, Mauro. Mommy loves you; you can't imagine what She hasn't known what to do with herself these days without knowing about you. You've seen that she wasn't eating, wasn't doing anything right, things were falling out of her hands. She's broken who knows how many plates and glasses just wiping them. And I... I don't want to seem pesky, I love you crazy. I don't know what would happen to me without you... And ¡Siii! ¡Siii! ¡I want to have children with you!!... But also, I want you to have them with my mother...! —After these declarations she fell silent, serious, waiting for our reaction.
Mauro, sitting in the center of the bed, with my daughter on his left and me on his right, took one hand from each of us, brought them to his lips, and kissed them.
—I'll do whatever it takes to make you both mothers. I promise!
We hugged and let ourselves fall onto the bed.
—Mauro, did I hear you say that you had to get married in 15 days? I asked.
—Yes, you're right, I said it and I repeat it... There's a clause in my father's will that obliges me to marry within 15 days... with a woman... to receive the inheritance. Another clause obliges me to have children within a period not exceeding three years. I don't want you to misinterpret my words. I'm not trying to use you to inherit. My father's legacy can go to hell if you're not with me! I love you! I know it may be hard for someone who hasn't experienced this to understand what I feel for both of you.
—Why did your father put those clauses in his will? It seems absurd, I asked.
Mauro tensed up.
—Well, he had his reasons. When I came to Madrid, the person who found me a job was a... very... friend. I don't know how you'll take this, but I was living with him until a year ago... Living... Do you understand? —He was tense and worried.
—So, you two understood each other, didn't you? He released my hand and pulled back. He spoke anxiously.
—Yes... We had relationships... sexual; there was a time when I thought I was in love with him... Then I realized that it wasn't just men who attracted me. You saw me, Adela, and I fell deeply in love. I came to the conclusion that I was bisexual... If you want... I'll leave... —I was about to cry.
A deep feeling of tenderness overwhelmed me. It was like a helpless child... I hugged him, he hugged me, Ana joined us... Crying... And we all cried...
— No, Mauro! Don't leave, you'll have us two for the rest of your life, which is no longer just yours, it's our life... We love you too much, Mauro... It was a strange, fast, intense, wonderful love... You've brought joy to this house, to our lives... You have here two women who are crazy about you, who love you with passion, with madness... How can you leave? We'll go with you until the end of the world! —The passionate ardor flowed through my blood.
Words were not enough to express my feelings. The hug turned into warmth, sexual heat that overwhelmed us, we renewed our kisses and caresses. His cock indicated that we were on the right path.
In silence, I climbed onto his hips and rode him...
Ana was caressing and kissing him, took his hand and led it to her vagina for him to finger it. With the other, Mauro was rubbing my stomach, playing with his thumb on my burning clitoris, rising, caressing with his fingertips until my breasts offered themselves unconditionally. I felt possessed by the male that penetrated my belly. I was giving myself totally, I was... His.
Again, the ardor of orgasm expanded through my body, like a wave, bathing in pleasure the shores it found along its path; I fell onto his muscular chest, onto the man, the only man who had given me more pleasure than anyone else in my thirty-eight years of life.
My girl; beside me, was coming with delight at the fingers of her future husband, splashing around in the interior of her pussy. She was gasping, like fish when they're taken out of water. Her little face was precious, with... eyes narrowed, the mouth slightly open, the precious teeth like white pearls and her gesture of pleasure; a pleasure I didn't know a week ago. When we calmed down, we kept talking. — Then... What do you think, Mauro? Are you leaving? —I asked fearfully. — Leave? Yes... But... With you two... Tomorrow we're all going to Valencia together. — Like that? Suddenly? And the store... our things? —I asked confused. — You'll see, if I say tomorrow is because in two days' time we have to be at the notary's office to give proof of our commitment between us. That is, Ana and I are going to get married before 15 days. We need the documents to get married... And all that will be managed from Valencia. — But I think it's very hasty. Where will we live? Can I dare go out of the house? —Ana asked anguished. — Ana, my life. You're fine now. You can go out of the house. We'll take you in a taxi to Atocha to catch the train to Valencia and there we'll live in my house. You can get to know the hotel that will now be mine... If you want, you can work, help me manage it. I know you can do it... You can do it Ana. We'll help you and won't leave you until you can... Fly... —His enthusiasm captivated me. — Mauro, if you're capable of taking Ana out of here and bringing her to Valencia; you'll make the happiest woman on the planet. And yes... I see you capable. For your love, Ana will do what you ask... Am I wrong, Ana? —My daughter looked at me anguished. — If you want... I'll do it for being with you... I love you! —She dissolved into kisses. — Let's try to sleep a bit... Tomorrow will be a busy day. —I turned around, giving Mauro my back and tried to sleep... But I couldn't... The day had been very intense in emotions. A movement at my back indicated that the two lovebirds were still entwined... I felt unable to follow their rhythm... Almost without realizing it, the soft rocking motion led me to Morpheus' arms.
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