By Burberryx Salutations to all. In the previous account I narrated how I was a witness to my mother Marta's first infidelity and here I am to recount the events that occurred subsequently.
I got up as if I had fifteen glasses of champagne on top of me, not exactly. When I opened my eyes, I still couldn't believe what had happened. Just hours before, down in the kitchen with a good part of my family, including my father, my mother had turned into an early dessert for Lucas, a self-paid prick that I hoped to never see again. Of course she had also received plenty of dessert, What the hell had happened downstairs last night? I looked at the clock. It was 12:30 am. At these hours my parents would already be awake and prepared to give me a hard time about sleeping in too much, if I was lazy, if other boys my age got up early to do something productive, etc... I woke up and half-zombie dragged myself as best I could to the bathroom on my floor. My house is a 3-story chalet with a basement-garage. On the first floor are mainly the kitchen and living room. The second floor is for bedrooms; mine, my parents', and three more for guests. On the top floor we have an attic storage room and a large un furnished bedroom with bathroom that I usually go up to smoke with my friends. I washed up taking my time and went down to breakfast without knowing very well how I would react when I saw my mother. Suddenly I remembered Lucas's condom filled with cum on the breakfast table and my stomach turned over. I was about to turn around when I heard my father's good mornings. Too late, I had already been heard. -Good morning, Dad – I said -Did you sleep well? Because your mother is still in bed upstairs – my father informed me while peeling an apple – I don't remember your mother drinking that much last night, but it seems she's having a brutal hangover. -Okay – I replied without knowing very well what to say. Drink I don't know, but if you saw everything he ate yesterday... – Fine, I'll go take a shower. -Don't you have breakfast son? -I just woke up and I'm not hungry – And I don't think I'll be eating on that table until my mom comes and cleans it up I thought. I went to my room to get some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom but when I got there, it was already occupied. I was about to go upstairs when the door opened and my mother appeared with a sleepy but happy face. She was wearing a top like pajamas that showed off her waist and emphasized her breasts. I hadn't noticed it from a sexual point of view before because she's my mom, but seeing her breasts made me think of Lucas' hands grabbing and squeezing them. What woke me up from the sleep I still had left was checking that the piece that completed the top in the pajama set wasn't anything other than the same underwear I wore yesterday. The stain on the fabric was still visible, a different black tone, corresponding to the cum of Lucas' slut son. And she had slept with the stained underwear all night! -Good morning, sweetie – she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek -B... good morning mom – I managed to answer. I remained stunned, not knowing how to react or what to say, if anything should be said in those circumstances. Trying to avoid my mother's gaze, I noticed that the sink was splashed with water everywhere and when I looked at her again, she didn't seem to have washed her face. I observed that she had some water droplets on her hands and when I inevitably glanced discreetly at her crotch, I deduced that the dirty pig had been cleaning herself off there. -Were you going to take a shower? – she asked, giving me a maternal look -Eh... no way. I just wanted to pee – I needed to get out of there – I'm going to pee upstairs. -Don't worry son. yes I'm going to shower but I have to go to the room for clean clothes so you can take advantage of being here. Said this he went away so happy down the hallway, threw a glance at my room as he passed by and turned around to smile at me. Then continued walking until the end of the hallway where the master bedroom was located. Until now I hadn't noticed his gait, with a lot of class but swaying his ass in such a way that any XY chromosome couldn't help but notice him. It didn't surprise me that Lucas had gone to get...! But what pussy was thinking! Yes, maybe my mother had a great body, but she was my mother. And as for the fact that some prick like Lucas who had forced my mother's infidelity made him a son of a slut, no matter how appetizing she might be to others. I peed as fast as I could and got into my room closing the door, thinking that the nightmare hadn't ended last night. In fact, it had only just begun. When I went down to the kitchen my mother was already having breakfast as if nothing happened, dressed in tight jeans and a white tank top with military-style shoulder straps like Demi Moore. For a moment I thought what happened last night was just a slip-up from my mother, that maybe the shower had taken her away to the witchy mother to leave the beloved mother of always behind. There, my parents were chatting as every morning, with my mother encouraging my father in his new projects and dedicating words of love and affection.
When my father finished breakfast, he went to work and my mother left to see him off as always. When I saw that everything was returning to normal, I also felt like going out to see my father off. When he got into the Audi and disappeared at the end of the street, my mother took something from her jeans and quickly threw it away in the bin outside. I already imagined what it would be but when my mother went inside the house, I could confirm it. When I lifted the lid of the bin, I saw both the stained underwear and the condom that Lucas had put between my mother's breasts. Then I heard a car approaching and slammed the bin shut. It was Manuel's car, the urbanization guard, whom everyone called Mani. Unlike what people thought, Mani wasn't a diminutive form of Manuel but rather Manitas, because everyone knew he made extra money by babysitting, helping to move furniture or clean pool filters at chalets. Everyone knew it but nobody said anything because almost everyone used his services. He charged less than a professional and was available all day. And those who didn't use his services simply didn't care because he got along well in general. Except for my parents. When we arrived at the urbanization, Mani wouldn't stop flirting with my mother and even made a joke about it. My father didn't find it funny and told him to focus on securing the residents of the urbanization rather than making a living by doing odd jobs here and there. They had a fierce argument that ended with several households stopping from asking for Mani's help and one of my mother's favorite flowerpots broken. It was impossible to prove it was Mani but anyone could tell just by looking at him that he did it. My mother held back her anger because she didn't want to start another fight between my father and the guard, but one day when he wasn't there, she went to reprimand him. He told her if she thought... It had been him who would prove it, and if not, he could suck her like a good slut, yummy as she was. My mother turned white with trembling lips full of anger and told him to get lost, and since then my parents and the guard have never gotten along well. When Mani's car drove by, I caught a glance from him filled with disgust at the house and then another at me. I wondered if he had seen me rummaging in the dumpster. I didn't have time to figure it out as I heard my mother calling me from home. The morning passed quietly and I even helped my mother with some household chores. The truth is that my help came in handy because she had recently stopped working and dedicated herself entirely to family life. Before, she was exclusively dedicated to projects and social works, backed by my father's money. But after discovering irregularities in the accounts of a certain NGO where she had placed great trust, she decided to rethink her collaboration with them. So she decided to get things in order at home before trying to fix the world. Unfortunately, her home was a huge chalet with several floors, a garden, and sports tracks, as well as a pool. So we started cleaning up the house a bit. The most fun part was when we cleaned out an old ping-pong table that my parents had given me a few years ago. My mother proposed playing for a while and I was happy to see her being herself again so I agreed. Although I'm not like the Chinese at ping-pong, I'm infinitely better than my mother and with a certain reproach for yesterday's events, I made her suffer beautifully. I served the balls crosswise, making her move from one side of the table to the other with just enough force for her to be able to return them. I couldn't help but feel a certain morbid pleasure with regrets as I watched my mother's tits bounce up and down the neckline in each shot of the game. After a while, my mother was exhausted and sweaty. little heat and a little sweat on the forehead. I noticed that one of the straps had slipped off his shoulder and was increasing the deep neckline, now pearlized by some drops of sweat. At those moments, the gate of home opened along with the sound of motors. My mother and I circled around the house and entered the house, where we saw my father's Audi and my Salamanca uncles' Focus behind it. I greeted my father as he was getting out of the luxurious car and preparing to greet my uncles when one of the rear doors of the Focus opened and Lucas appeared. I was speechless. Today he came from chuloputas, with tight black pants highlighting his package and a short-sleeved black shirt so fitted to his torso muscles that it seemed like they had painted it on him. Without cutting himself off, he headed towards my mother. I tried to cut him off and pretended to offer him my hand but the guy gave me a pat on the shoulder and said how are you before moving away from me. My mother didn't know where to look. She was looking at my father talking to my uncles and then at Lucas walking towards her with confident steps and an enormous smile on his lips. Finally, without knowing what to do, she lowered her gaze with flushed cheeks. It didn't take long for Lucas to grab her more by the butt than the hips and plant two wet kisses on her cheeks, after which he licked his lips. -Wow, what's this flavor? You're sweating – he said, looking at her over his sunglasses - Does that remind you of something? My mother smiled but it was not like a lady should be smiling, rather like a schoolgirl being courted by the most popular boy in class. Her response was cut off by my father approaching with my uncles. -Honey – he said – I was leaving the office and guess who I ran into; these three guys taking beers at El Barril, haha. Since they weren't going to invite me to sit down with them, I decided it would be better. I the one who invited you to sit in our living room. -Ah... wonderful dear - my mom replied, not very convinced - But I didn't know they were coming and we don't have anything to offer them for dinner. - Ah good but don't worry! If I just said take something and then each one go home at their own pace. Besides these two are going back to Salamanca tonight - he said referring to my uncles - Oh, you're soaked, what the hell happened to you? - Nothing, I've been playing ping-pong with Juan - she stroked my hair with complicity. - That's how I like it, mother and son healthy life. Not like your father, haha - she laughed, touching her budding belly. - Thanks for inviting me again, Mr. Ruiz. Honestly, this house is really beautiful - interrupted Lucas. - You like our little cottage, eh? - he said, giving him a slap on the back - Marta my love, why don't you show him around the house a bit? Show him the ping-pong table and maybe take a few shots together. We're going inside. Don't worry, I can handle it myself to get some beers from the fridge. My father took me by the shoulders in a paternal gesture and we walked towards the entrance of the house with my uncles. I tried to get away from them all means and continued looking back. Lucas had gently put his hand on my mother's back, inviting her to lead the guided tour while saying something in her ear and she couldn't help but smile with some embarrassment. Without even turning around to look at us, mom turned the corner with Lucas following her while I observed his magnificent ass sticking out of his sweat-drenched jeans. Both disappeared from my view and my desperation grew. Luckily, when we got inside the house, my father disappeared into the kitchen to get beers and my uncles sat down on the sofas in the living room to chat among themselves. To make matters worse, I didn't have time to run out of the house and follow my mother and Lucas. I ran along the wall of the chalet and when I was about to enter the garden my ass stopped in dryness and I held my breath. A little more and I would have crashed into them. Luckily, they didn't hear me arrive and continued walking while I was spying on them from the corner. In front of them lay the wide and enormous hallway where giant flowerpots were placed on either side, which my mother loved so much. They continued walking down the hall, talking about things that didn't seem very important, ending in stupid laughter, until they reached the limit with the neighbors' house and stopped next to the ping-pong table. I followed them easily since they were too busy laughing at each other's jokes to look back, and I hid behind a flowerpot on the side of the table. It was the flowerpot that Mani had broken and whose reconstruction using superglue had taken us two weeks. Its enormous size allowed me to hide behind it, as it was the size of a trash can but thicker and slightly taller.
'You're still dripping with sweat,' Lucas said, staring at the beads of sweat still adorning my mother's skin, especially her cleavage. 'Is there no shower in this house?' he asked, trying to provoke my mother.
'It's because I was playing with my son before you arrived, silly,' she replied without getting angry. 'So this table is to blame. That has a solution,' Lucas said with a smile, standing in front of my mother and placing his index finger just above her breasts, collecting some sweat drops and then licking his finger. 'Hmm... it's not champagne but I'll take it.' He placed his hands on my mother's shoulders, bent slightly, and started to pass his tongue over where he had passed his finger, causing a strong sigh that translated into a strong chest movement that rocked my mother's round breasts. 'Aaahhhh...' my mother sighed, watching as that tongue had already started cleaning her sweat. Lucas interpreted the faint sigh from my mother and lifted... head sought the mouth of her guide. The contact between the two mouths made my mother sigh with more force while pressing her face against that of her lover, opening her jaw to give access to greater pleasures. Lucas lowered his hands to her breasts and rubbed them with force, soon starting to slide his hand under her shirt, lifting it up until her mother's breasts were exposed to the air. The speed of the maneuver must have startled my mother, who, pulling her face away from the kiss, turned around and pulled down her shirt, hiding her breasts again. My mother tried to pull away but Lucas grabbed her waist from behind and imprisoned her with his strong arms, starting to nibble her ear. What's wrong, Marta? he continued, licking her ear. I...don't know if this is a good idea, she stammered. But how could it not be? Didn't you have a good time yesterday? he started to lift his hands up to my mother's breasts again and began to rub them softly. S...yes, but this is dangerous...what if we get caught? she said, putting her hands on Lucas's that were cupping her breasts. Is that really what you're worried about? Uhnnng....aahh...how? My mother tried to resist but it was clear that Lucas knew how to press a woman's buttons. I felt like helping my mother but the same fear from the previous day paralyzed me from head to toe. Lucas lowered one of his hands, which were enjoying my mother's breasts, and started to unbutton her pants. I think what you're worried about and what scares you is that you're already wet, he said, with his pants open, introducing his hand inside and making my mother let out a little scream as she bent over a bit and put her hands on top of Lucas's but above the fabric of her pants. That's what I was saying. Look. You're dripping. Aaahhngggg....oooh Lucas...I...I... My mother moaned, moving with Lucas's hand in her crotch. If so? he left his hand still inside my mother's pants, giving her a break. I...I'm a married woman. I want my Juanillo. mother to my father), I am your wife. And I'm happy that way, I want to keep being the wife of my husband. -And it's fine – the hand movement that was on mom's crotch re-started its slow movements - I don't want you to stop being the wife of your husband. I want you to be my queen, my queen cocksucker. -Uhhngggg, diosssss…..ahhh….ahhhhhh…ah…ah..- the rough side of my mother was surfacing again and to make it clear she rubbed her own breasts with anxiety. -I never asked you to leave your husband. For him you'll be his wife. For me you'll be my queen cocksucker. Do you think you can combine both activities? – said this, he accelerated the movement of his hand forcing my mother to abandon her breast massage and return her hands to Lucas's. -Aaaahhhnnnnnnngg….sssiiiiiiiiiiii….for you of course I can be both things…..ahhhhh……siiiiii….yes, Lucas, I'll be your queen cocksucker…..ahhh siiii… - my mother accepted outside herself. -Then act like that – releasing his claws from my mother's slender body he began to unbuckle his pants which fell to the floor next to his boxers, showing off his enormous cock that had already reached its full splendor. -Siii my King...! Glup! Ungggmmpfff…slurp…slurp....! Slurp! Mmmhnn! My mother knelt down with her eyes fixed on that enormous apparatus. She grasped it gently from below with two hands as if it were a very precious object and, sucking the tongue out of the glans to the base, returned to the starting point, rubbing the nose against the head. Then she closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as possible and put the piece of meat in her hands into her mouth with a face of happiness that I hadn't seen on my mother for a long time. Just like last night, she couldn't manage to get all that manhood inside her mouth, but from her moans and the expression on her face it was clear that she was enjoying every inch of cock dancing with her tongue in her mouth. Lucas caressed My mother's head, gathering her hair so it wouldn't bother her with her task. -Ummmffff….chuuppp…chuuup…slurrrrp…..I love your taste Lucas...you turn me on – she said in the rare moments when she pulled out his cock from her mouth. -Oh..ohhhh.uoooohhh…aggh…you're a real queen...what a mouth! – Lucas encouraged, looking up at the ceiling with pleasure. The sighs Lucas gave with pleasure seemed to be some kind of fuel that fed my mother's neck, since each time his waves through Lucas' penis were faster and I could hear my mother's breathing through her nose as she was unable to do anything else but suck his cock to the hijoputa who was going to fuck her again. When my mother stopped sucking cock for a moment to catch her breath, Lucas made her get up and put her hands against the pool table, with her butt in pompa, giving him her back. With some brusqueness, he pulled down her pants and let out a smile when he saw that my mother had chosen to wear a dark blue thong that day, very simple and plain, in which wet stains could be distinguished that I knew were not just sweat. He slid it off smoothly over her legs and after throwing the small piece of cloth onto the pool table, made her spread her legs wide, offering him a magnificent view both of her anus and her slit. Her head got stuck in the upper angle formed by my mother's legs and began to explore each corner with his tongue while increasing the already agitated excitement of my mother by introducing it into her vagina and anus as well. Dying of pleasure, her arms could no longer hold her up against the table and she leaned all her torso, pressing her breasts against the aluminum table, while with her hands she squeezed her dirty wet thong. I, just two meters away, could hear the sound Lucas' tongue made as it passed through my mother's moist pussy, sucking and swallowing at times... be able to continue working without drowning in that sea of juices. In this, the first orgasm came to my mother as she turned around to look at the man who was making her enjoy herself in this way. I remained stunned with my mother's face. She had half-closed eyes and wasn't stopping from licking her lips obscenely. Lucas let out a laugh and introduced his finger into Mom's vagina, causing her to exclaim a cry of pleasure and turn around again. With his finger still in her vagina, he rummaged through a small pocket on her tight-fitting shirt and pulled out a condom just like the one from the previous night. Lucas got up and put it on in an instant. Then he started aiming at my mother's butt but seemed to be having trouble getting it in. -Oh no, my King, not that way, please... I... never... I beg of you- my mother asked. -Relax, you'll like it- he said, placing the condom over her sphincter and trying again. When my mother felt this thing starting to make its way into her butt, she pressed her face against the table and clenched her fists, starting to let out moans that almost sounded like sobs. I looked at Lucas and it seemed like things weren't going to be easy. His continuous attempts and failures were accompanied by moments of pure tension in my mother followed by relaxation but filled with fear. As I watched the scene, I heard some sounds similar to snapping and looked around me. I glanced behind me and all that was opening up was the vast hallway. To my right was the wall, to my left extended the garden to the tennis courts, and in front of me - or rather, my mother and Lucas - was the gate with bushes that separated our garden from our neighbors'. I feared we had been discovered but remembered they were on a trip and no one was at home. God, I was becoming paranoid. Those snapping sounds would be the most likely to be Lucas's cock as he played with my mother's juices. I went back concentrating on the scene that had me prisoner, no longer just from rage and impotence but also from fascination with the new mother I was getting to know. Lucas's hip arched a little more forward, increasing the depth of anal penetration my mother was receiving in those terrified moments. I was witnessing an incredible struggle between my mother's anal tightness and Lucas's penis power in a constant attempt at penetration that quickly became frustrated again and again. -Uuuuuhhh...-my mother was moaning while the cock tried to invade her. When Lucas gave up and pulled her out, gasping from the effort and tension – Arf...arf... -Damn it, shit, I've never seen an ass so tight in my life. It seems like the bum wants a fight, huh, queen? -Lucas asked, sweating. But my mother couldn't even speak anymore. She could only concentrate on trying to hold out against the next assault as best she could. Lucas, tired of all that resistance, spat some good globs into his hand and rubbed them onto the condom. Having done this, he aimed well at my mother's anus and this time used the weight of his body to penetrate her. And it worked. Every second a piece more of the King's cock was disappearing between my mother's cheeks, and Lucas smiled triumphantly. But they hadn't advanced more than a few centimeters when my mother began to let out cries of pain. That wasn't screams of pleasure. That tremendous cock was tearing apart my mother's sphincter and killing her with pain. Lucas tried to calm her down in every way, even putting the thong in her mouth to muffle her screams but it still wasn't possible. Resigned, he pulled his cock out of mom's bum and looked at her disgustedly. -L...I'm sorry, Lucas, dear. But your cock has a very thick head and...I'm sorry -he said with a tremendous tone of culpability. -Damn it...It's okay. I'll make up for it somehow. My mother without resisting turned around again, grateful, in a similar position to the previous one, and opening herself Everything that could be separated from her legs came apart, inviting Lucas to enter. But Lucas didn't move. Grabbing her arm with a certain brusqueness, he pulled her away from the table and sat down on it, his bare ass on the edge of it. My mother was confused but Lucas clarified things right away. I said you'd have to compensate, he said seriously. My cock is sore because it's been rejected – I'm going to make you demonstrate how much you like my nabo. For now, you're not going to fuck me. You'll be sucking my cock, understood? -Of course, my King – she said as if the cock had feelings and needed compensation. When she approached Lucas, something changed in her. She was no longer the terrified woman who had almost been torn apart. Now she was a sow ready to compensate her King for his ineptitude. Her gaze was pure determination and desire. Lucas must have noticed this because when he grabbed her by the throat and brought her close to him to give her a good kiss, eating up her entire mouth in a bestial way, as if he were pouring his frustration into that kiss because he hadn't been able to screw her from behind. When the kiss ended, both of them were out of breath but stared at each other's eyes without saying a word. My mother took Lucas' nabo and while she was jerking it off, she turned around and put her back to her King. She approached Lucas' lap but didn't sit down, rubbing her cock against his pussy. When she had rubbed it enough, she introduced her head, guiding it with her fingers, and after turning around for a second to look at Lucas, she sat down suddenly, impaling herself all the way to the bottom. The penetration caught Lucas off guard, making him seem like he wasn't getting enough oxygen for a moment. My mother threw her head back as she felt that impalement and without moving, with the pole stuck in the bottom, began to breathe deeply and slowly. Both of them were ecstatic, trying to recover, although my mother was the one who did it first. She placed her hands on the The edge of the table stood up, leaving only the cabbage core in its vagina. After giving Lucas a half-turn to smile at him, she sat back down with a sudden jerk to feel that cock penetrating her pussy all the way to the bottom, and simultaneously pulled out a sigh of pleasure from Lucas. This time, without needing to recover, she semi-rose again and repeated the process while Lucas had lifted her bralette over her breasts so he could fondle them at his leisure. Slowly but surely, the thrusts became faster although less deep, but what I was seeing was that the pleasure only increased. My mother continued jumping on that enormous piece of meat without diminishing the rhythm, driven by the brutal squeezes Lucas was giving her breasts, trapped in the pleasure she was giving him. -¡Ahhh, siiii, joder! Aaaaahhnngg….oh God, what a cock you have, my King – she said, not stopping to gasp – oh Lucas... I feel it... I feel it all the way down! -¡Arrgghh! ¡Don't worry about it! Keep going, feel her all the way down, Queen! ¡Oh God, what a coño!! –she said with rage, as if my mother's words were unnecessary in that vagina-cock conversation they were having at a gallop. They stayed like that for a while, with my mother screwing Lucas' pole and him trapped in madness from the screwing she was giving him that tasty cock. My mother began to feel so horny that she was back on the edge of orgasm, and her jumps intensified along with her screams, so much so that Lucas had to cover her mouth and bury his own in my mother's back to prevent their screams from alerting the whole house. With my mother's climax, there was such movement that I feared for the integrity of the ping-pong table. When my mother reached her peak she remained paralyzed, sitting on that enormous cock while licking the fingers that had just seconds before been preventing her screams from echoing a kilometer around. In her state of total relaxation turned around as it could with Lucas's cock still inside her and taking Lucas's face in her hands, she planted a long kiss on him, and when she separated her lips from his, a fairly dense thread connected his lips to the tip of my mother's tongue that was keeping it outside her mouth with a lascivious gesture. Lucas grabbed her by the hip and lifted her up, leaving her facing him. I could check that his cock was still in top condition and that my mother still had cock for another little while. Grabbing her with both hands on her buttocks, he elevated her and began to eat my mother's breasts while depositing her on the ping-pong table. My mother, spread-legged on the table, looked lustfully at her lover but he pushed her, leaving her completely flat. He grabbed her by the buttocks and lifted her up, then introduced himself without hesitation. In front of the thrust, my mother twisted around the table, biting her lower lip in pleasure while grabbing her breasts and massaging them to the rhythm of the fucking she was receiving. Now it was Lucas who had control, who set the pace, and seeing how my mother had fucked him hard must have put him at a thousand because he was pounding my mother's pussy at least twice as fast as he did the night before. My mother's body was pushed to the bottom of the ping-pong table with each thrust, only to be brought back up to the edge of the table by the powerful arms of the man who was fucking her pussy to his heart's content and with all his might. -What queen? Do you like how I'm fucking your cock? Eh, do you like it? Do you understand now why you're a queen of cocks? -Ah god! Siiii...I like it...ahh damn it...siii...oh god, how I adore you, my King...I adore you and your big cock...ay...siii! -Ah shit! Damn me! Do you hear that?! I'm coming! Me too! Me too!- he increased the speed of his thrusts even more until my mother began to arch her back against the table, lifting her hips higher and higher, ready to receive that last pleasure. -Ahhh! Oh, darling! Come on... Come on! Siiiiiiii! - She grabbed the net above her head to receive the final powerful spasms caused by the masculine climax, and the noise of the table trembling with the banging of those two animals in front of her, one of whom was my mother, became so scandalous that it almost muffled the screams and gasps of the two lovers. I should thank my father for installing soundproof windows after several summer nights without being able to sleep due to the parties thrown by our neighbors' son, because in a normal house you would have heard everything. But if these windows were capable of muffling the sound of System of a Down playing at maximum volume, they were also capable of muffling the sounds of an extramarital affair like this one. The moans of both began to fade away slowly until silence was reached except for my mother and Lucas's labored breathing. Lucas fell exhausted onto the table, on top of my mother, with his face trapped between her breasts. My mother, with her legs wrapped around Lucas's waist, held the pinball net in her hands, which she had torn off in the last moments of sexual fury. Noticing Lucas's tongue tracing her canal, she released the net to caress his hair while her virile lover applied the final post-coital sexual caresses to her still-erect nipples. They stayed like that for a while, allowing their sweat to dry and their breathing to return to normal. When I realized it, I had an enormous erection, and not knowing what to do, I tried to lower it by pressing with my hand, but this only made it worse. How could I be so depraved as to get excited seeing my mother having sex with another guy I hardly knew? In my mind, I searched for all kinds of excuses, whether it was a physiological reaction... that nothing had to do with my mind, that nothing had to do with the morbo of seeing a woman like my mother whom I believed was holy fuck as a despicable one. I was lost in these thoughts when I heard Lucas' voice. -It's been great. You're amazing. A real queen – he said while finishing off my mom's nipple and getting up -Hmmm….I feel bad about my butt, my King… -my mom started apologizing as she tried to hold onto Lucas. -Don't worry, Marta, I think your little demonstration has been enough to compensate. – finished getting up. When he pulled her out of the pussy from my mom, she was already flaccid, and the condom hung off his penis that had just been the decisive weapon in penetrating women; women like my mom. He supported his limp cock on my mom's stomach and smiled mischievously. -What are you laughing at, my love? – my mom asked. -Here's your prize, queen. – he said with a naughty tone. Said this, he pulled the condom off the tip until it came out of the stretch, leaving a trail of semen from my mom's abdomen to her sternum. The rest of the cum spread between my mom's tits and held the condom over the channel, letting its remnants drip. At first, my mom was a bit disoriented, but then she smiled, happy to have the cum on her skin, even though the semen wasn't something she especially enjoyed. She picked up her thong and went to clean herself, but Lucas grabbed her hand and shook his head. In front of my mom's surprise, he lifted her hands and pulled down her bra that was still up over her tits, leaving all the semen trapped between her white shirt and skin. Disconcerted, she tried to lift her shirt again to clean herself, but Lucas prevented it this time, grabbing her wrist and kissing her tenderly while taking away her thong to avoid further attempts to clean themselves up. My mother picked up the message. Lucas wanted her to come into the house with his cum-covered body, impregnating her skin and shirt with its smell and viscosity. My mother nodded and was about to put on her thong but Lucas stopped her again, pointing directly at her pants. A complicit smile crossed their lips as they finished getting dressed after another kiss. I waited sitting down for them to leave and after waiting five minutes I got up and left through the back door to get to the bathroom on the floor below. When I arrived in the living room, I told my father that I had been talking on the phone with a friend and preferred to talk in my room not to disturb him. So, my mother entered the house with Lucas, her breasts full of semen and nothing under her pants, with the thong God knows where. When they entered the living room, everyone stared at them. They looked terrible; both dirty, with wrinkled clothes and dry sweat stains on their faces. Have you shown her around yet, dear? my father asked innocently. The ping-pong game, darling, she replied in an angelic voice. Ah, yes, yes. Well, how was it? he asked Lucas, Who won? To be honest, there's only been fooling around, but I have to admit that his wife moves very well at the table - he joked, looking at my mother. My mother couldn't help but let out a giggle and Lucas sat down on the sofa as if he were at home. My mother went to the kitchen and came back with a beer she offered to Lucas. He accepted it happily and invited her to sit next to him. She did so, always keeping an eye on my father to see if he got upset. It hadn't been five minutes when my aunt said: Mother of mine, what a strange smell is this? Don't you notice? - she started sniffing until she reached my mother- For the love of God, tell me it's not you that smells so bad, Marta. -Jiji, sorry. I've been sweating a lot playing ping pong. In fact, I was just thinking about taking a shower right now. -No... but... I don't know. Yes, it's sweat, but... no, it smells like something else, I don't know what it reminds me of... -said trying to remember My mother and Lucas knew what the smell was and barely managed to hold back a strong laugh at my aunt's comments. -Jajaja, don't take yourself seriously. It's just that I've also been cleaning the house all afternoon with Juan, right son? – I remained blank and only managed to nod -and I must be covered in all sorts of filth. Well, I'll go take a shower. I won't be long. But it took her a while. After what we saw, I'm convinced that she wouldn't have just cleaned up. When she went upstairs to the shower, I would have sworn that she was still stinky as hell. I went up to my room because I couldn't stand being next to Lucas and when I came down to the kitchen I saw that the guests had left. A while later, Mom came down and asked where everyone was. My father said with laughter that it took her so long to shower that they decided to leave because it was already late. My mother seemed disappointed but when my father said that Lucas had left something for her in the kitchen her eyes lit up. -What did he leave? – she asked without thinking -How am I supposed to know, woman? I would have opened it but I think I'll open the gift with you, haha. – Mom's face turned white and Dad noticed – It's a joke, woman, haha, if I'm telling the truth, neither matters nor interests me. Unless it's a stack of bills, haha. After giving my mother a kiss he went to the living room to watch TV, as he always did at those hours. Mom went straight to the kitchen and found a rolled-up supermarket bag on the table, covering something. She didn't even look around to see if anyone was there, otherwise she would have seen me peeking out of the kitchen door. She unrolled the bag and shook it Her content until it fell onto the table. What I saw didn't make me very happy, but apparently my mother loved it because she started laughing with her hand over her mouth. On the table there was a dark blue thong wrinkled and dirty from balls and a condom still attached to a piece of feminine intimate clothing by a thread of semen. That night I was suffering in my room with an erection, unable to sleep and thinking about the dirty images of my mother being possessed by Lucas's big cock. At that moment I thought I had a huge problem with my mother and Lucas, but it wasn't until later that I would understand that this wasn't more than just the tip of the iceberg of my problems.
I got up as if I had fifteen glasses of champagne on top of me, not exactly. When I opened my eyes, I still couldn't believe what had happened. Just hours before, down in the kitchen with a good part of my family, including my father, my mother had turned into an early dessert for Lucas, a self-paid prick that I hoped to never see again. Of course she had also received plenty of dessert, What the hell had happened downstairs last night? I looked at the clock. It was 12:30 am. At these hours my parents would already be awake and prepared to give me a hard time about sleeping in too much, if I was lazy, if other boys my age got up early to do something productive, etc... I woke up and half-zombie dragged myself as best I could to the bathroom on my floor. My house is a 3-story chalet with a basement-garage. On the first floor are mainly the kitchen and living room. The second floor is for bedrooms; mine, my parents', and three more for guests. On the top floor we have an attic storage room and a large un furnished bedroom with bathroom that I usually go up to smoke with my friends. I washed up taking my time and went down to breakfast without knowing very well how I would react when I saw my mother. Suddenly I remembered Lucas's condom filled with cum on the breakfast table and my stomach turned over. I was about to turn around when I heard my father's good mornings. Too late, I had already been heard. -Good morning, Dad – I said -Did you sleep well? Because your mother is still in bed upstairs – my father informed me while peeling an apple – I don't remember your mother drinking that much last night, but it seems she's having a brutal hangover. -Okay – I replied without knowing very well what to say. Drink I don't know, but if you saw everything he ate yesterday... – Fine, I'll go take a shower. -Don't you have breakfast son? -I just woke up and I'm not hungry – And I don't think I'll be eating on that table until my mom comes and cleans it up I thought. I went to my room to get some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom but when I got there, it was already occupied. I was about to go upstairs when the door opened and my mother appeared with a sleepy but happy face. She was wearing a top like pajamas that showed off her waist and emphasized her breasts. I hadn't noticed it from a sexual point of view before because she's my mom, but seeing her breasts made me think of Lucas' hands grabbing and squeezing them. What woke me up from the sleep I still had left was checking that the piece that completed the top in the pajama set wasn't anything other than the same underwear I wore yesterday. The stain on the fabric was still visible, a different black tone, corresponding to the cum of Lucas' slut son. And she had slept with the stained underwear all night! -Good morning, sweetie – she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek -B... good morning mom – I managed to answer. I remained stunned, not knowing how to react or what to say, if anything should be said in those circumstances. Trying to avoid my mother's gaze, I noticed that the sink was splashed with water everywhere and when I looked at her again, she didn't seem to have washed her face. I observed that she had some water droplets on her hands and when I inevitably glanced discreetly at her crotch, I deduced that the dirty pig had been cleaning herself off there. -Were you going to take a shower? – she asked, giving me a maternal look -Eh... no way. I just wanted to pee – I needed to get out of there – I'm going to pee upstairs. -Don't worry son. yes I'm going to shower but I have to go to the room for clean clothes so you can take advantage of being here. Said this he went away so happy down the hallway, threw a glance at my room as he passed by and turned around to smile at me. Then continued walking until the end of the hallway where the master bedroom was located. Until now I hadn't noticed his gait, with a lot of class but swaying his ass in such a way that any XY chromosome couldn't help but notice him. It didn't surprise me that Lucas had gone to get...! But what pussy was thinking! Yes, maybe my mother had a great body, but she was my mother. And as for the fact that some prick like Lucas who had forced my mother's infidelity made him a son of a slut, no matter how appetizing she might be to others. I peed as fast as I could and got into my room closing the door, thinking that the nightmare hadn't ended last night. In fact, it had only just begun. When I went down to the kitchen my mother was already having breakfast as if nothing happened, dressed in tight jeans and a white tank top with military-style shoulder straps like Demi Moore. For a moment I thought what happened last night was just a slip-up from my mother, that maybe the shower had taken her away to the witchy mother to leave the beloved mother of always behind. There, my parents were chatting as every morning, with my mother encouraging my father in his new projects and dedicating words of love and affection.
When my father finished breakfast, he went to work and my mother left to see him off as always. When I saw that everything was returning to normal, I also felt like going out to see my father off. When he got into the Audi and disappeared at the end of the street, my mother took something from her jeans and quickly threw it away in the bin outside. I already imagined what it would be but when my mother went inside the house, I could confirm it. When I lifted the lid of the bin, I saw both the stained underwear and the condom that Lucas had put between my mother's breasts. Then I heard a car approaching and slammed the bin shut. It was Manuel's car, the urbanization guard, whom everyone called Mani. Unlike what people thought, Mani wasn't a diminutive form of Manuel but rather Manitas, because everyone knew he made extra money by babysitting, helping to move furniture or clean pool filters at chalets. Everyone knew it but nobody said anything because almost everyone used his services. He charged less than a professional and was available all day. And those who didn't use his services simply didn't care because he got along well in general. Except for my parents. When we arrived at the urbanization, Mani wouldn't stop flirting with my mother and even made a joke about it. My father didn't find it funny and told him to focus on securing the residents of the urbanization rather than making a living by doing odd jobs here and there. They had a fierce argument that ended with several households stopping from asking for Mani's help and one of my mother's favorite flowerpots broken. It was impossible to prove it was Mani but anyone could tell just by looking at him that he did it. My mother held back her anger because she didn't want to start another fight between my father and the guard, but one day when he wasn't there, she went to reprimand him. He told her if she thought... It had been him who would prove it, and if not, he could suck her like a good slut, yummy as she was. My mother turned white with trembling lips full of anger and told him to get lost, and since then my parents and the guard have never gotten along well. When Mani's car drove by, I caught a glance from him filled with disgust at the house and then another at me. I wondered if he had seen me rummaging in the dumpster. I didn't have time to figure it out as I heard my mother calling me from home. The morning passed quietly and I even helped my mother with some household chores. The truth is that my help came in handy because she had recently stopped working and dedicated herself entirely to family life. Before, she was exclusively dedicated to projects and social works, backed by my father's money. But after discovering irregularities in the accounts of a certain NGO where she had placed great trust, she decided to rethink her collaboration with them. So she decided to get things in order at home before trying to fix the world. Unfortunately, her home was a huge chalet with several floors, a garden, and sports tracks, as well as a pool. So we started cleaning up the house a bit. The most fun part was when we cleaned out an old ping-pong table that my parents had given me a few years ago. My mother proposed playing for a while and I was happy to see her being herself again so I agreed. Although I'm not like the Chinese at ping-pong, I'm infinitely better than my mother and with a certain reproach for yesterday's events, I made her suffer beautifully. I served the balls crosswise, making her move from one side of the table to the other with just enough force for her to be able to return them. I couldn't help but feel a certain morbid pleasure with regrets as I watched my mother's tits bounce up and down the neckline in each shot of the game. After a while, my mother was exhausted and sweaty. little heat and a little sweat on the forehead. I noticed that one of the straps had slipped off his shoulder and was increasing the deep neckline, now pearlized by some drops of sweat. At those moments, the gate of home opened along with the sound of motors. My mother and I circled around the house and entered the house, where we saw my father's Audi and my Salamanca uncles' Focus behind it. I greeted my father as he was getting out of the luxurious car and preparing to greet my uncles when one of the rear doors of the Focus opened and Lucas appeared. I was speechless. Today he came from chuloputas, with tight black pants highlighting his package and a short-sleeved black shirt so fitted to his torso muscles that it seemed like they had painted it on him. Without cutting himself off, he headed towards my mother. I tried to cut him off and pretended to offer him my hand but the guy gave me a pat on the shoulder and said how are you before moving away from me. My mother didn't know where to look. She was looking at my father talking to my uncles and then at Lucas walking towards her with confident steps and an enormous smile on his lips. Finally, without knowing what to do, she lowered her gaze with flushed cheeks. It didn't take long for Lucas to grab her more by the butt than the hips and plant two wet kisses on her cheeks, after which he licked his lips. -Wow, what's this flavor? You're sweating – he said, looking at her over his sunglasses - Does that remind you of something? My mother smiled but it was not like a lady should be smiling, rather like a schoolgirl being courted by the most popular boy in class. Her response was cut off by my father approaching with my uncles. -Honey – he said – I was leaving the office and guess who I ran into; these three guys taking beers at El Barril, haha. Since they weren't going to invite me to sit down with them, I decided it would be better. I the one who invited you to sit in our living room. -Ah... wonderful dear - my mom replied, not very convinced - But I didn't know they were coming and we don't have anything to offer them for dinner. - Ah good but don't worry! If I just said take something and then each one go home at their own pace. Besides these two are going back to Salamanca tonight - he said referring to my uncles - Oh, you're soaked, what the hell happened to you? - Nothing, I've been playing ping-pong with Juan - she stroked my hair with complicity. - That's how I like it, mother and son healthy life. Not like your father, haha - she laughed, touching her budding belly. - Thanks for inviting me again, Mr. Ruiz. Honestly, this house is really beautiful - interrupted Lucas. - You like our little cottage, eh? - he said, giving him a slap on the back - Marta my love, why don't you show him around the house a bit? Show him the ping-pong table and maybe take a few shots together. We're going inside. Don't worry, I can handle it myself to get some beers from the fridge. My father took me by the shoulders in a paternal gesture and we walked towards the entrance of the house with my uncles. I tried to get away from them all means and continued looking back. Lucas had gently put his hand on my mother's back, inviting her to lead the guided tour while saying something in her ear and she couldn't help but smile with some embarrassment. Without even turning around to look at us, mom turned the corner with Lucas following her while I observed his magnificent ass sticking out of his sweat-drenched jeans. Both disappeared from my view and my desperation grew. Luckily, when we got inside the house, my father disappeared into the kitchen to get beers and my uncles sat down on the sofas in the living room to chat among themselves. To make matters worse, I didn't have time to run out of the house and follow my mother and Lucas. I ran along the wall of the chalet and when I was about to enter the garden my ass stopped in dryness and I held my breath. A little more and I would have crashed into them. Luckily, they didn't hear me arrive and continued walking while I was spying on them from the corner. In front of them lay the wide and enormous hallway where giant flowerpots were placed on either side, which my mother loved so much. They continued walking down the hall, talking about things that didn't seem very important, ending in stupid laughter, until they reached the limit with the neighbors' house and stopped next to the ping-pong table. I followed them easily since they were too busy laughing at each other's jokes to look back, and I hid behind a flowerpot on the side of the table. It was the flowerpot that Mani had broken and whose reconstruction using superglue had taken us two weeks. Its enormous size allowed me to hide behind it, as it was the size of a trash can but thicker and slightly taller.'You're still dripping with sweat,' Lucas said, staring at the beads of sweat still adorning my mother's skin, especially her cleavage. 'Is there no shower in this house?' he asked, trying to provoke my mother.
'It's because I was playing with my son before you arrived, silly,' she replied without getting angry. 'So this table is to blame. That has a solution,' Lucas said with a smile, standing in front of my mother and placing his index finger just above her breasts, collecting some sweat drops and then licking his finger. 'Hmm... it's not champagne but I'll take it.' He placed his hands on my mother's shoulders, bent slightly, and started to pass his tongue over where he had passed his finger, causing a strong sigh that translated into a strong chest movement that rocked my mother's round breasts. 'Aaahhhh...' my mother sighed, watching as that tongue had already started cleaning her sweat. Lucas interpreted the faint sigh from my mother and lifted... head sought the mouth of her guide. The contact between the two mouths made my mother sigh with more force while pressing her face against that of her lover, opening her jaw to give access to greater pleasures. Lucas lowered his hands to her breasts and rubbed them with force, soon starting to slide his hand under her shirt, lifting it up until her mother's breasts were exposed to the air. The speed of the maneuver must have startled my mother, who, pulling her face away from the kiss, turned around and pulled down her shirt, hiding her breasts again. My mother tried to pull away but Lucas grabbed her waist from behind and imprisoned her with his strong arms, starting to nibble her ear. What's wrong, Marta? he continued, licking her ear. I...don't know if this is a good idea, she stammered. But how could it not be? Didn't you have a good time yesterday? he started to lift his hands up to my mother's breasts again and began to rub them softly. S...yes, but this is dangerous...what if we get caught? she said, putting her hands on Lucas's that were cupping her breasts. Is that really what you're worried about? Uhnnng....aahh...how? My mother tried to resist but it was clear that Lucas knew how to press a woman's buttons. I felt like helping my mother but the same fear from the previous day paralyzed me from head to toe. Lucas lowered one of his hands, which were enjoying my mother's breasts, and started to unbutton her pants. I think what you're worried about and what scares you is that you're already wet, he said, with his pants open, introducing his hand inside and making my mother let out a little scream as she bent over a bit and put her hands on top of Lucas's but above the fabric of her pants. That's what I was saying. Look. You're dripping. Aaahhngggg....oooh Lucas...I...I... My mother moaned, moving with Lucas's hand in her crotch. If so? he left his hand still inside my mother's pants, giving her a break. I...I'm a married woman. I want my Juanillo. mother to my father), I am your wife. And I'm happy that way, I want to keep being the wife of my husband. -And it's fine – the hand movement that was on mom's crotch re-started its slow movements - I don't want you to stop being the wife of your husband. I want you to be my queen, my queen cocksucker. -Uhhngggg, diosssss…..ahhh….ahhhhhh…ah…ah..- the rough side of my mother was surfacing again and to make it clear she rubbed her own breasts with anxiety. -I never asked you to leave your husband. For him you'll be his wife. For me you'll be my queen cocksucker. Do you think you can combine both activities? – said this, he accelerated the movement of his hand forcing my mother to abandon her breast massage and return her hands to Lucas's. -Aaaahhhnnnnnnngg….sssiiiiiiiiiiii….for you of course I can be both things…..ahhhhh……siiiiii….yes, Lucas, I'll be your queen cocksucker…..ahhh siiii… - my mother accepted outside herself. -Then act like that – releasing his claws from my mother's slender body he began to unbuckle his pants which fell to the floor next to his boxers, showing off his enormous cock that had already reached its full splendor. -Siii my King...! Glup! Ungggmmpfff…slurp…slurp....! Slurp! Mmmhnn! My mother knelt down with her eyes fixed on that enormous apparatus. She grasped it gently from below with two hands as if it were a very precious object and, sucking the tongue out of the glans to the base, returned to the starting point, rubbing the nose against the head. Then she closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as possible and put the piece of meat in her hands into her mouth with a face of happiness that I hadn't seen on my mother for a long time. Just like last night, she couldn't manage to get all that manhood inside her mouth, but from her moans and the expression on her face it was clear that she was enjoying every inch of cock dancing with her tongue in her mouth. Lucas caressed My mother's head, gathering her hair so it wouldn't bother her with her task. -Ummmffff….chuuppp…chuuup…slurrrrp…..I love your taste Lucas...you turn me on – she said in the rare moments when she pulled out his cock from her mouth. -Oh..ohhhh.uoooohhh…aggh…you're a real queen...what a mouth! – Lucas encouraged, looking up at the ceiling with pleasure. The sighs Lucas gave with pleasure seemed to be some kind of fuel that fed my mother's neck, since each time his waves through Lucas' penis were faster and I could hear my mother's breathing through her nose as she was unable to do anything else but suck his cock to the hijoputa who was going to fuck her again. When my mother stopped sucking cock for a moment to catch her breath, Lucas made her get up and put her hands against the pool table, with her butt in pompa, giving him her back. With some brusqueness, he pulled down her pants and let out a smile when he saw that my mother had chosen to wear a dark blue thong that day, very simple and plain, in which wet stains could be distinguished that I knew were not just sweat. He slid it off smoothly over her legs and after throwing the small piece of cloth onto the pool table, made her spread her legs wide, offering him a magnificent view both of her anus and her slit. Her head got stuck in the upper angle formed by my mother's legs and began to explore each corner with his tongue while increasing the already agitated excitement of my mother by introducing it into her vagina and anus as well. Dying of pleasure, her arms could no longer hold her up against the table and she leaned all her torso, pressing her breasts against the aluminum table, while with her hands she squeezed her dirty wet thong. I, just two meters away, could hear the sound Lucas' tongue made as it passed through my mother's moist pussy, sucking and swallowing at times... be able to continue working without drowning in that sea of juices. In this, the first orgasm came to my mother as she turned around to look at the man who was making her enjoy herself in this way. I remained stunned with my mother's face. She had half-closed eyes and wasn't stopping from licking her lips obscenely. Lucas let out a laugh and introduced his finger into Mom's vagina, causing her to exclaim a cry of pleasure and turn around again. With his finger still in her vagina, he rummaged through a small pocket on her tight-fitting shirt and pulled out a condom just like the one from the previous night. Lucas got up and put it on in an instant. Then he started aiming at my mother's butt but seemed to be having trouble getting it in. -Oh no, my King, not that way, please... I... never... I beg of you- my mother asked. -Relax, you'll like it- he said, placing the condom over her sphincter and trying again. When my mother felt this thing starting to make its way into her butt, she pressed her face against the table and clenched her fists, starting to let out moans that almost sounded like sobs. I looked at Lucas and it seemed like things weren't going to be easy. His continuous attempts and failures were accompanied by moments of pure tension in my mother followed by relaxation but filled with fear. As I watched the scene, I heard some sounds similar to snapping and looked around me. I glanced behind me and all that was opening up was the vast hallway. To my right was the wall, to my left extended the garden to the tennis courts, and in front of me - or rather, my mother and Lucas - was the gate with bushes that separated our garden from our neighbors'. I feared we had been discovered but remembered they were on a trip and no one was at home. God, I was becoming paranoid. Those snapping sounds would be the most likely to be Lucas's cock as he played with my mother's juices. I went back concentrating on the scene that had me prisoner, no longer just from rage and impotence but also from fascination with the new mother I was getting to know. Lucas's hip arched a little more forward, increasing the depth of anal penetration my mother was receiving in those terrified moments. I was witnessing an incredible struggle between my mother's anal tightness and Lucas's penis power in a constant attempt at penetration that quickly became frustrated again and again. -Uuuuuhhh...-my mother was moaning while the cock tried to invade her. When Lucas gave up and pulled her out, gasping from the effort and tension – Arf...arf... -Damn it, shit, I've never seen an ass so tight in my life. It seems like the bum wants a fight, huh, queen? -Lucas asked, sweating. But my mother couldn't even speak anymore. She could only concentrate on trying to hold out against the next assault as best she could. Lucas, tired of all that resistance, spat some good globs into his hand and rubbed them onto the condom. Having done this, he aimed well at my mother's anus and this time used the weight of his body to penetrate her. And it worked. Every second a piece more of the King's cock was disappearing between my mother's cheeks, and Lucas smiled triumphantly. But they hadn't advanced more than a few centimeters when my mother began to let out cries of pain. That wasn't screams of pleasure. That tremendous cock was tearing apart my mother's sphincter and killing her with pain. Lucas tried to calm her down in every way, even putting the thong in her mouth to muffle her screams but it still wasn't possible. Resigned, he pulled his cock out of mom's bum and looked at her disgustedly. -L...I'm sorry, Lucas, dear. But your cock has a very thick head and...I'm sorry -he said with a tremendous tone of culpability. -Damn it...It's okay. I'll make up for it somehow. My mother without resisting turned around again, grateful, in a similar position to the previous one, and opening herself Everything that could be separated from her legs came apart, inviting Lucas to enter. But Lucas didn't move. Grabbing her arm with a certain brusqueness, he pulled her away from the table and sat down on it, his bare ass on the edge of it. My mother was confused but Lucas clarified things right away. I said you'd have to compensate, he said seriously. My cock is sore because it's been rejected – I'm going to make you demonstrate how much you like my nabo. For now, you're not going to fuck me. You'll be sucking my cock, understood? -Of course, my King – she said as if the cock had feelings and needed compensation. When she approached Lucas, something changed in her. She was no longer the terrified woman who had almost been torn apart. Now she was a sow ready to compensate her King for his ineptitude. Her gaze was pure determination and desire. Lucas must have noticed this because when he grabbed her by the throat and brought her close to him to give her a good kiss, eating up her entire mouth in a bestial way, as if he were pouring his frustration into that kiss because he hadn't been able to screw her from behind. When the kiss ended, both of them were out of breath but stared at each other's eyes without saying a word. My mother took Lucas' nabo and while she was jerking it off, she turned around and put her back to her King. She approached Lucas' lap but didn't sit down, rubbing her cock against his pussy. When she had rubbed it enough, she introduced her head, guiding it with her fingers, and after turning around for a second to look at Lucas, she sat down suddenly, impaling herself all the way to the bottom. The penetration caught Lucas off guard, making him seem like he wasn't getting enough oxygen for a moment. My mother threw her head back as she felt that impalement and without moving, with the pole stuck in the bottom, began to breathe deeply and slowly. Both of them were ecstatic, trying to recover, although my mother was the one who did it first. She placed her hands on the The edge of the table stood up, leaving only the cabbage core in its vagina. After giving Lucas a half-turn to smile at him, she sat back down with a sudden jerk to feel that cock penetrating her pussy all the way to the bottom, and simultaneously pulled out a sigh of pleasure from Lucas. This time, without needing to recover, she semi-rose again and repeated the process while Lucas had lifted her bralette over her breasts so he could fondle them at his leisure. Slowly but surely, the thrusts became faster although less deep, but what I was seeing was that the pleasure only increased. My mother continued jumping on that enormous piece of meat without diminishing the rhythm, driven by the brutal squeezes Lucas was giving her breasts, trapped in the pleasure she was giving him. -¡Ahhh, siiii, joder! Aaaaahhnngg….oh God, what a cock you have, my King – she said, not stopping to gasp – oh Lucas... I feel it... I feel it all the way down! -¡Arrgghh! ¡Don't worry about it! Keep going, feel her all the way down, Queen! ¡Oh God, what a coño!! –she said with rage, as if my mother's words were unnecessary in that vagina-cock conversation they were having at a gallop. They stayed like that for a while, with my mother screwing Lucas' pole and him trapped in madness from the screwing she was giving him that tasty cock. My mother began to feel so horny that she was back on the edge of orgasm, and her jumps intensified along with her screams, so much so that Lucas had to cover her mouth and bury his own in my mother's back to prevent their screams from alerting the whole house. With my mother's climax, there was such movement that I feared for the integrity of the ping-pong table. When my mother reached her peak she remained paralyzed, sitting on that enormous cock while licking the fingers that had just seconds before been preventing her screams from echoing a kilometer around. In her state of total relaxation turned around as it could with Lucas's cock still inside her and taking Lucas's face in her hands, she planted a long kiss on him, and when she separated her lips from his, a fairly dense thread connected his lips to the tip of my mother's tongue that was keeping it outside her mouth with a lascivious gesture. Lucas grabbed her by the hip and lifted her up, leaving her facing him. I could check that his cock was still in top condition and that my mother still had cock for another little while. Grabbing her with both hands on her buttocks, he elevated her and began to eat my mother's breasts while depositing her on the ping-pong table. My mother, spread-legged on the table, looked lustfully at her lover but he pushed her, leaving her completely flat. He grabbed her by the buttocks and lifted her up, then introduced himself without hesitation. In front of the thrust, my mother twisted around the table, biting her lower lip in pleasure while grabbing her breasts and massaging them to the rhythm of the fucking she was receiving. Now it was Lucas who had control, who set the pace, and seeing how my mother had fucked him hard must have put him at a thousand because he was pounding my mother's pussy at least twice as fast as he did the night before. My mother's body was pushed to the bottom of the ping-pong table with each thrust, only to be brought back up to the edge of the table by the powerful arms of the man who was fucking her pussy to his heart's content and with all his might. -What queen? Do you like how I'm fucking your cock? Eh, do you like it? Do you understand now why you're a queen of cocks? -Ah god! Siiii...I like it...ahh damn it...siii...oh god, how I adore you, my King...I adore you and your big cock...ay...siii! -Ah shit! Damn me! Do you hear that?! I'm coming! Me too! Me too!- he increased the speed of his thrusts even more until my mother began to arch her back against the table, lifting her hips higher and higher, ready to receive that last pleasure. -Ahhh! Oh, darling! Come on... Come on! Siiiiiiii! - She grabbed the net above her head to receive the final powerful spasms caused by the masculine climax, and the noise of the table trembling with the banging of those two animals in front of her, one of whom was my mother, became so scandalous that it almost muffled the screams and gasps of the two lovers. I should thank my father for installing soundproof windows after several summer nights without being able to sleep due to the parties thrown by our neighbors' son, because in a normal house you would have heard everything. But if these windows were capable of muffling the sound of System of a Down playing at maximum volume, they were also capable of muffling the sounds of an extramarital affair like this one. The moans of both began to fade away slowly until silence was reached except for my mother and Lucas's labored breathing. Lucas fell exhausted onto the table, on top of my mother, with his face trapped between her breasts. My mother, with her legs wrapped around Lucas's waist, held the pinball net in her hands, which she had torn off in the last moments of sexual fury. Noticing Lucas's tongue tracing her canal, she released the net to caress his hair while her virile lover applied the final post-coital sexual caresses to her still-erect nipples. They stayed like that for a while, allowing their sweat to dry and their breathing to return to normal. When I realized it, I had an enormous erection, and not knowing what to do, I tried to lower it by pressing with my hand, but this only made it worse. How could I be so depraved as to get excited seeing my mother having sex with another guy I hardly knew? In my mind, I searched for all kinds of excuses, whether it was a physiological reaction... that nothing had to do with my mind, that nothing had to do with the morbo of seeing a woman like my mother whom I believed was holy fuck as a despicable one. I was lost in these thoughts when I heard Lucas' voice. -It's been great. You're amazing. A real queen – he said while finishing off my mom's nipple and getting up -Hmmm….I feel bad about my butt, my King… -my mom started apologizing as she tried to hold onto Lucas. -Don't worry, Marta, I think your little demonstration has been enough to compensate. – finished getting up. When he pulled her out of the pussy from my mom, she was already flaccid, and the condom hung off his penis that had just been the decisive weapon in penetrating women; women like my mom. He supported his limp cock on my mom's stomach and smiled mischievously. -What are you laughing at, my love? – my mom asked. -Here's your prize, queen. – he said with a naughty tone. Said this, he pulled the condom off the tip until it came out of the stretch, leaving a trail of semen from my mom's abdomen to her sternum. The rest of the cum spread between my mom's tits and held the condom over the channel, letting its remnants drip. At first, my mom was a bit disoriented, but then she smiled, happy to have the cum on her skin, even though the semen wasn't something she especially enjoyed. She picked up her thong and went to clean herself, but Lucas grabbed her hand and shook his head. In front of my mom's surprise, he lifted her hands and pulled down her bra that was still up over her tits, leaving all the semen trapped between her white shirt and skin. Disconcerted, she tried to lift her shirt again to clean herself, but Lucas prevented it this time, grabbing her wrist and kissing her tenderly while taking away her thong to avoid further attempts to clean themselves up. My mother picked up the message. Lucas wanted her to come into the house with his cum-covered body, impregnating her skin and shirt with its smell and viscosity. My mother nodded and was about to put on her thong but Lucas stopped her again, pointing directly at her pants. A complicit smile crossed their lips as they finished getting dressed after another kiss. I waited sitting down for them to leave and after waiting five minutes I got up and left through the back door to get to the bathroom on the floor below. When I arrived in the living room, I told my father that I had been talking on the phone with a friend and preferred to talk in my room not to disturb him. So, my mother entered the house with Lucas, her breasts full of semen and nothing under her pants, with the thong God knows where. When they entered the living room, everyone stared at them. They looked terrible; both dirty, with wrinkled clothes and dry sweat stains on their faces. Have you shown her around yet, dear? my father asked innocently. The ping-pong game, darling, she replied in an angelic voice. Ah, yes, yes. Well, how was it? he asked Lucas, Who won? To be honest, there's only been fooling around, but I have to admit that his wife moves very well at the table - he joked, looking at my mother. My mother couldn't help but let out a giggle and Lucas sat down on the sofa as if he were at home. My mother went to the kitchen and came back with a beer she offered to Lucas. He accepted it happily and invited her to sit next to him. She did so, always keeping an eye on my father to see if he got upset. It hadn't been five minutes when my aunt said: Mother of mine, what a strange smell is this? Don't you notice? - she started sniffing until she reached my mother- For the love of God, tell me it's not you that smells so bad, Marta. -Jiji, sorry. I've been sweating a lot playing ping pong. In fact, I was just thinking about taking a shower right now. -No... but... I don't know. Yes, it's sweat, but... no, it smells like something else, I don't know what it reminds me of... -said trying to remember My mother and Lucas knew what the smell was and barely managed to hold back a strong laugh at my aunt's comments. -Jajaja, don't take yourself seriously. It's just that I've also been cleaning the house all afternoon with Juan, right son? – I remained blank and only managed to nod -and I must be covered in all sorts of filth. Well, I'll go take a shower. I won't be long. But it took her a while. After what we saw, I'm convinced that she wouldn't have just cleaned up. When she went upstairs to the shower, I would have sworn that she was still stinky as hell. I went up to my room because I couldn't stand being next to Lucas and when I came down to the kitchen I saw that the guests had left. A while later, Mom came down and asked where everyone was. My father said with laughter that it took her so long to shower that they decided to leave because it was already late. My mother seemed disappointed but when my father said that Lucas had left something for her in the kitchen her eyes lit up. -What did he leave? – she asked without thinking -How am I supposed to know, woman? I would have opened it but I think I'll open the gift with you, haha. – Mom's face turned white and Dad noticed – It's a joke, woman, haha, if I'm telling the truth, neither matters nor interests me. Unless it's a stack of bills, haha. After giving my mother a kiss he went to the living room to watch TV, as he always did at those hours. Mom went straight to the kitchen and found a rolled-up supermarket bag on the table, covering something. She didn't even look around to see if anyone was there, otherwise she would have seen me peeking out of the kitchen door. She unrolled the bag and shook it Her content until it fell onto the table. What I saw didn't make me very happy, but apparently my mother loved it because she started laughing with her hand over her mouth. On the table there was a dark blue thong wrinkled and dirty from balls and a condom still attached to a piece of feminine intimate clothing by a thread of semen. That night I was suffering in my room with an erection, unable to sleep and thinking about the dirty images of my mother being possessed by Lucas's big cock. At that moment I thought I had a huge problem with my mother and Lucas, but it wasn't until later that I would understand that this wasn't more than just the tip of the iceberg of my problems.
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