After the second orgasm, Teresa manages to find her reason again when Marcel leaves her resting for a while.
She could feel the bully's semen dripping from his vagina onto the bed, soiling the sheets again. -I can't take this anymore. Marcelo, who was lying next to her on the part of the bed where her husband slept, didn't say anything and started rubbing his cock. -I'm serious, I can't take this anymore. What's the point? Where is it going to lead us? I'm married, I love my husband and family, I know, I'm sure but...it's been a long time since I'm not me. Marcelo's cock was perfectly erect and visible to Teresa, which made her nervous. -Do you understand? I did all this for my family, my son...I want...I wanted him to be safe but I let myself get carried away. Since you gave me that drug, I'm not the same, it changed me, turned me into something I'm not... Marcelo interrupted his member's massage because of what Teresa just said, which annoyed him. He got up, grabbed his pants and took out the same white powder bag they used on the same day everything started. -Is this? -Please don't come near that thing with me. -Haha you're such a stupid slut. Marcelo threw the bag over her chest and said: -Put it in your mouth. Taste it. -Why? What difference does it make if I... -Do it! Now! Teresa had to obey; he was giving orders. She thought she would lose her mind like before and that another wild sex session awaited her. She gave a last pleading look at the bully who showed no mercy, so with her tongue she took some of the powder from the bag and put it in her mouth. -Taste you, slut, taste. What does it taste like? In less than two seconds Teresa understood why the boy said that. Without him saying anything, she grabbed more powder with her tongue and tasted it better, and then it was clear what it was. -Ha...Flour? -Haha! Flour! -But...what does it mean? What does this mean? -I think you know, slut. -You...You're not...No, I'm not... -Yes you are. You've always been and will always be. -No! It's not true! Because you would have flour in your pockets...and on a Little bag like this? -I'm selling it to the idiots at my school who want to get high, haha. They put it up their nose and think they're getting high...Easy money. Marcelo gets back into bed and with one hand grabs his dick preparing himself to penetrate her. The whole time the woman thought that Marcelo's drug was responsible for her behavior in bed, for unleashing her lust completely when she was with him. She didn't believe she was innocent but it was her last hope thinking that the drug had put her on that path, changed her and made her enjoy sex with the tormentor of her son but the truth was that she had always been like that. A placebo that liberated her conscience from responsibilities, letting the real Teresa come out. -Wait... She says, putting a foot on the boy's chest, stopping his imminent penetration. -You can't hide anymore, you slut, what do you think? That I'll force you? That it's for your son? -... -Everything you did was for yourself. Teresa felt defeated and humiliated but also free from a weight she carried in her chest. Without resisting, she let the bully lower his leg and get between them; in that position, he could see well the boy's body for which she had lost her reason.
Marcelo entered her while looking into each other's eyes; no words were needed, they already knew that things from then on would take a new direction. -Oh, oh, my God, oh, oh
If Teresa had any kind of brake at first, she no longer had it. She abandoned herself to pleasure without any doubts, thoughts or conscious remorse that she had chosen it. She didn't want to contain her cries of pleasure, feeling like she had to release them as if she were singing her freedom; and so it was for Marcelo; the cries of pleasure from the women he screwed were music to his ears, especially if they were with boyfriends, husbands or sons. Time passed and one orgasm after another made both of them lie in bed breathing heavily like after a long but delicious race. -I'm thirsty. -In the kitchen... refrigerator... refresher. The mother of Pedro said exhausted from extreme physical exercise. Even though she was in shape and it wasn't the first time Marcelo had trained her; achieving the rhythm of the bully wasn't easy, she still had much to learn. Marcelo went down the stairs, arrived at the kitchen and took a Pepsi from the refrigerator when he noticed that from the living room window the mailman was looking at him. The visual wasn't very clear since the bully was far from the window but he could still distinguish a black man with his cock hanging in the middle of the kitchen. Marcelo raised his middle finger and showed it clearly to the poor mailman who, nervous about what he had seen, hastened his pace and left. -Hahaha For Marcelo it was just another new story to tell his friends. That interruption allowed him to notice that there were two small bottles of mango juice inside the refrigerator and on them it was written: PEDRO JONÁS It wasn't that he liked mango but for him it was a golden opportunity so he finished off both bottles. He was about to return to bed when a naked Teresa peeked out from the corner.
Why do you take so long? Are you such an impatient slut? What are you thinking? The woman says, biting her lip.
-So we don't wait anymore haha. Marcelo and Teresa start to fuck on the kitchen table, causing plates, cups, and other things that were on top to fall without caring.
After a little while, the phone in the living room rings but Teresa keeps moaning. To her surprise, it's the bully who interrupts sex. -Go answer it. -What? -I want you to answer it. She obeys and naked arrives at the living room and finally answers her husband. The boy didn't wait a second more and approached his wife from behind and slowly began to insert his member before she could say anything. Teresa felt with pleasure all the grandeur of the dick trying to contain herself. It was hard for her to understand what Felipe was saying, let alone respond, but at that moment her vagina tightened even more embracing the betrayal like Marcelo's cock.
He had to find a way to justify himself and hang up the call and he did but just a few moments before the two of them would have come together. It was a magical experience for Teresa who shook like jelly as the bully shot his cum inside her, filling her completely. -Today I really liked you, slut. I'll be waiting for the same next time. -...Next? Teresa managed to say stuttering. -Now I have to go. I'll tell you when I want to see you and you...you go pick up your miserable daughter. The hour of picking up Jonas was almost here and she was still naked in the kitchen. She managed to get there on time and after they returned home, she put herself to work and ordering first from Pedro's arrival. -Hi mom. -Hi Pedrito. -It's really hot today, isn't it? -Oh yes, very, I've sweated a lot today. -Well...I'm very thirsty, can you give me my juice? -Jugooo. The little Jonas says. -Ok, ok, now comes the juice jaja. Teresa opens the refrigerator and sees the empty bottles and quickly understands what happened. -Amm...Sorry kids but I finished the juice. -What? Whose? -Of...the two of us. Sorry. -Oh momiii, I was really thirsty and wanted to take my mango juice... -ALREADY ENOUGH CAPRICHOS, BOTH OF YOU, I ALREADY SAID I'M SORRY. -...The children remain surprised and silent by their mother's sudden anger; she never speaks to them like that. Teresa realized she had overreacted, although it bothered her that Pedro was behaving like a little boy at his age; but for some reason she got defensive. She had to stop yelling when she saw Jonas seemed to want to cry. -Ajj...I'm sorry, I'm just very tired after doing a lot of exercise okay? Now I'm going to shower and you Pedro serve your brother a little water too.
She could feel the bully's semen dripping from his vagina onto the bed, soiling the sheets again. -I can't take this anymore. Marcelo, who was lying next to her on the part of the bed where her husband slept, didn't say anything and started rubbing his cock. -I'm serious, I can't take this anymore. What's the point? Where is it going to lead us? I'm married, I love my husband and family, I know, I'm sure but...it's been a long time since I'm not me. Marcelo's cock was perfectly erect and visible to Teresa, which made her nervous. -Do you understand? I did all this for my family, my son...I want...I wanted him to be safe but I let myself get carried away. Since you gave me that drug, I'm not the same, it changed me, turned me into something I'm not... Marcelo interrupted his member's massage because of what Teresa just said, which annoyed him. He got up, grabbed his pants and took out the same white powder bag they used on the same day everything started. -Is this? -Please don't come near that thing with me. -Haha you're such a stupid slut. Marcelo threw the bag over her chest and said: -Put it in your mouth. Taste it. -Why? What difference does it make if I... -Do it! Now! Teresa had to obey; he was giving orders. She thought she would lose her mind like before and that another wild sex session awaited her. She gave a last pleading look at the bully who showed no mercy, so with her tongue she took some of the powder from the bag and put it in her mouth. -Taste you, slut, taste. What does it taste like? In less than two seconds Teresa understood why the boy said that. Without him saying anything, she grabbed more powder with her tongue and tasted it better, and then it was clear what it was. -Ha...Flour? -Haha! Flour! -But...what does it mean? What does this mean? -I think you know, slut. -You...You're not...No, I'm not... -Yes you are. You've always been and will always be. -No! It's not true! Because you would have flour in your pockets...and on a Little bag like this? -I'm selling it to the idiots at my school who want to get high, haha. They put it up their nose and think they're getting high...Easy money. Marcelo gets back into bed and with one hand grabs his dick preparing himself to penetrate her. The whole time the woman thought that Marcelo's drug was responsible for her behavior in bed, for unleashing her lust completely when she was with him. She didn't believe she was innocent but it was her last hope thinking that the drug had put her on that path, changed her and made her enjoy sex with the tormentor of her son but the truth was that she had always been like that. A placebo that liberated her conscience from responsibilities, letting the real Teresa come out. -Wait... She says, putting a foot on the boy's chest, stopping his imminent penetration. -You can't hide anymore, you slut, what do you think? That I'll force you? That it's for your son? -... -Everything you did was for yourself. Teresa felt defeated and humiliated but also free from a weight she carried in her chest. Without resisting, she let the bully lower his leg and get between them; in that position, he could see well the boy's body for which she had lost her reason.Marcelo entered her while looking into each other's eyes; no words were needed, they already knew that things from then on would take a new direction. -Oh, oh, my God, oh, ohIf Teresa had any kind of brake at first, she no longer had it. She abandoned herself to pleasure without any doubts, thoughts or conscious remorse that she had chosen it. She didn't want to contain her cries of pleasure, feeling like she had to release them as if she were singing her freedom; and so it was for Marcelo; the cries of pleasure from the women he screwed were music to his ears, especially if they were with boyfriends, husbands or sons. Time passed and one orgasm after another made both of them lie in bed breathing heavily like after a long but delicious race. -I'm thirsty. -In the kitchen... refrigerator... refresher. The mother of Pedro said exhausted from extreme physical exercise. Even though she was in shape and it wasn't the first time Marcelo had trained her; achieving the rhythm of the bully wasn't easy, she still had much to learn. Marcelo went down the stairs, arrived at the kitchen and took a Pepsi from the refrigerator when he noticed that from the living room window the mailman was looking at him. The visual wasn't very clear since the bully was far from the window but he could still distinguish a black man with his cock hanging in the middle of the kitchen. Marcelo raised his middle finger and showed it clearly to the poor mailman who, nervous about what he had seen, hastened his pace and left. -Hahaha For Marcelo it was just another new story to tell his friends. That interruption allowed him to notice that there were two small bottles of mango juice inside the refrigerator and on them it was written: PEDRO JONÁS It wasn't that he liked mango but for him it was a golden opportunity so he finished off both bottles. He was about to return to bed when a naked Teresa peeked out from the corner.Why do you take so long? Are you such an impatient slut? What are you thinking? The woman says, biting her lip.-So we don't wait anymore haha. Marcelo and Teresa start to fuck on the kitchen table, causing plates, cups, and other things that were on top to fall without caring.After a little while, the phone in the living room rings but Teresa keeps moaning. To her surprise, it's the bully who interrupts sex. -Go answer it. -What? -I want you to answer it. She obeys and naked arrives at the living room and finally answers her husband. The boy didn't wait a second more and approached his wife from behind and slowly began to insert his member before she could say anything. Teresa felt with pleasure all the grandeur of the dick trying to contain herself. It was hard for her to understand what Felipe was saying, let alone respond, but at that moment her vagina tightened even more embracing the betrayal like Marcelo's cock. He had to find a way to justify himself and hang up the call and he did but just a few moments before the two of them would have come together. It was a magical experience for Teresa who shook like jelly as the bully shot his cum inside her, filling her completely. -Today I really liked you, slut. I'll be waiting for the same next time. -...Next? Teresa managed to say stuttering. -Now I have to go. I'll tell you when I want to see you and you...you go pick up your miserable daughter. The hour of picking up Jonas was almost here and she was still naked in the kitchen. She managed to get there on time and after they returned home, she put herself to work and ordering first from Pedro's arrival. -Hi mom. -Hi Pedrito. -It's really hot today, isn't it? -Oh yes, very, I've sweated a lot today. -Well...I'm very thirsty, can you give me my juice? -Jugooo. The little Jonas says. -Ok, ok, now comes the juice jaja. Teresa opens the refrigerator and sees the empty bottles and quickly understands what happened. -Amm...Sorry kids but I finished the juice. -What? Whose? -Of...the two of us. Sorry. -Oh momiii, I was really thirsty and wanted to take my mango juice... -ALREADY ENOUGH CAPRICHOS, BOTH OF YOU, I ALREADY SAID I'M SORRY. -...The children remain surprised and silent by their mother's sudden anger; she never speaks to them like that. Teresa realized she had overreacted, although it bothered her that Pedro was behaving like a little boy at his age; but for some reason she got defensive. She had to stop yelling when she saw Jonas seemed to want to cry. -Ajj...I'm sorry, I'm just very tired after doing a lot of exercise okay? Now I'm going to shower and you Pedro serve your brother a little water too.
4 comentários - Pedro's Mom and 18-year-old Bully
Pd: como me gustaria ser pedro y que mi mama se vea así.