Saturday
I was living with my friend's department for three months and I still hadn't gotten used to waking up in a bed that wasn't mine. It was a very complicated decision, but I thought it necessary to distance myself from home for a while to see things from another perspective and avoid the relationship with my family from totally falling apart.
At first, I would go back every weekend to my house, but I stopped doing so when I saw that things were still not improving. Saturdays in the building had almost no one and became a real boredom, but at least I was quiet and could concentrate on studying and trying to hook up with the few girls left.
That was my plan for that Saturday, to go after the blonde from 3rd C who was there as an exchange student and didn't have anywhere to go. I had been sending her signals, little looks that I hoped would be interpreted in the same way in her country, but I still lacked taking the definitive step. I was still lying in my bed, with the heating on full blast, drawing up a plan when my sister called me.
-Julián, when are you coming back?
-For Christmas, yes or no, but I'm thinking of going for the long weekend in a few days.
-I need you to come already.
-What's wrong?
-I've discovered something very strong.
-Tell me.
-No, not on the phone.
-Flor, aren't you just calling me to make me go, right?
-I promise it's not. It has to do with Mom.
-Like always! But you know I don't call her that anymore.
-Sisi is the habit.
-Ask Dad if he wants me to spend the weekend there.
-No need, I know for sure he's eager.
-Then I'll be there in a few hours.
-Thanks, brother.
-More than you'd think it's important.
-The woman I had always called Mom wasn't anything more than my father's partner and the main reason why I chose a distant university instead of the one next to home. She raised us like children after our father remarried her, but in the last years her attitude I had changed too much and that became a constant source of conflicts. I knew Lourdes, who was her name, was capable of almost anything, so I decided to swallow my pride and answer the distress call from my sister. Although it might be for the worse, only she could make me put aside my plan to conquer the blonde woman who had me so excited and take a one-and-a-half-hour train trip. Taly like Flor told me, my father received me with open arms. He seemed not to notice or accept the conflict we had with his wife. I believed everything was still idyllic like when we were little and he presented us, a few months after our mother died. At that moment, we wouldn't have clung to anything, but little remained of the kind and loving woman we knew in those times.
'Hijo, how long it's been since I saw you.'
'Hello, Dad. Lately, I've been very busy with my studies.'
'I understand and I'm very proud of you.'
'Isn't Lourdes at home?'
'Why don't you call her mom anymore?'
'I feel more comfortable this way, out of respect for my real mother.'
'As you wish. No, she's not here, she left early to do some shopping and hasn't come back yet.'
'Maybe that's better, so we can catch up just the two of us.'
'Of course, let's go to the kitchen and have something to eat.'
'How's work?'
'It's going well, now we have a very interesting task.'
'I'm really happy. What does it consist of?'
'We're organizing next year's Dancing competition.'
'But that's a huge piece of work.'
'Sí, we've been working on it for almost a month, and we're almost done.'
'You're a genius.'
I continued to keep up with my father and brother, taking advantage of the tranquility offered by Lourdes' absence. But it couldn't last forever. Although it had been hours since she left to do some shopping, that woman returned with empty hands and a smile that disappeared as soon as she saw me, although she pretended to be delighted at being reunited with me.
'Julián, I didn't know you were coming.'
'It was a last-minute decision.'
'I'm glad to see you.'
'Likewise,' Lourdes.
-Do you still insist on calling me by my name?
-Don't you like it?
-It's your decision, but I liked it better when you called me mom.
-I'll try.
-With that I'm satisfied. Do you have an appetite?
-The truth is, yes.
-I'll change clothes and prepare your favorite dish.
For a few seconds, it seemed to me as if I was in front of the good Lourdes. But experience, especially my sister's gaze, told me not to trust. My father took me to the living room to show me the latest changes he had made to the house, which prevented Flor from explaining why she had brought him back.
The meal continued on the same line as the reception. My father's wife seemed charming and didn't stop asking me questions about my university life. I didn't want to trust her, but neither could I stay all that time in tension, waiting for a bad word to make the usual arguments between us come back.
Once we finished eating, I went to my room with the intention of taking a break. Until then everything had gone well, at least the atmosphere was more peaceful than when I left. I was about to fall asleep when my sister burst into my room. She closed the door quietly and sat on my bed, ready to tell me everything.
-Will you finally tell me what's going on?
-Lourdes is cheating on Dad.
-How do you know?
-The other day he went to take a shower and left his phone unlocked.
-And did you snoop on him?
-A message came through and I couldn't help it.
-Are you sure?
-Yes, we've been together for months.
-Ho... my dad... didn't say anything to Dad, did she?
-Certainly not, she would destroy him.
-I'm going to try to find out for myself before I leave.
I was expecting almost anything from Lourdes, but never had I thought about the possibility of her being unfaithful to my father. Probably it fit her profile as a cold woman, but with him I always saw her well. It hurt me a lot that she had dared to betray him in this way, but, deep down, It was able to understand it. Neither when I was small could I figure out what a young and attractive woman was doing with my father. At least at the beginning he still kept some of his youth, but as time went by the balance had tipped excessively towards her side. Lourdes was thirty-five years old and it was normal for her to continue attracting men. But that didn't justify infidelity. If she had grown tired of my father or was looking for things he could no longer give her, it would be normal for her to face him and propose a divorce. I would have hated her just the same, but at least nobody could accuse her of being disloyal. I had no idea how I was going to face this dilemma, all I saw clear was that I needed to take the rest of Saturday to reflect.DomingoI couldn't think of anything. A whole night without almost being able to sleep only served for me to draw plans that didn't lead anywhere. I was too afraid to tell her clearly what I knew, but neither did I see how to get into a situation where I could catch her and she wouldn't have any other choice but to confess.
It so happened that the greatest favor I could do my father while he was there was to prevent his wife from cheating on him again. To achieve this, I had to stick close to Lourdes, be vigilant every time her phone rang or she started writing. This pressure I was applying at home, but it was even more important that I did it outside.
-Julián, I'm going to buy bread, do you want anything?
-I'd like to come with you.
-If it's just going to the corner and back.
-Is there nothing else?
-Well, maybe I'll take a walk too.
-But if it's pouring.
-That's what umbrellas are for, aren't they?
-You're right, I'm coming with you.
Maybe it was true that I only wanted to take a walk, but the information I possessed made every move of hers suspicious. Lourdes had no other choice but to accept my accompanying her to buy bread and afterwards we gave that walk under the rain. Her behavior was correct, but she no longer radiated the same charm as the day before. She also didn't dare answer calls in my presence.
I decided to stay at home all week since I sensed that everything was about to blow up. Flor insisted that we had to do something, but I preferred waiting until Lourdes got nervous and ended up making a mistake.
Monday
-Julián, wake up.
-What's going on?
-I have to go to class.
-Okay, go.
-If you stay sleeping, Lourdes will take the chance to leave.
-Shit, it's true.
-You have to stop following her around and face her.
-Do you think she'll accept it without a fight?
-Then we'll have to tell Dad about it.
-I won't be able to handle it, I said so myself.
-Okay, then let that fox get away with it.
-Go, something will occur to me. You've been saying the same thing for two days now. Flor left for university and I took less than five minutes to get dressed to go have breakfast, but it was enough time for Lourdes to get ready and be on her way out onto the street. Just by looking at her face you could tell she wasn't going out again. I arrived just in time to intercept her and decided that it was the ideal moment to change my strategy and try to win her trust by being good.
-Where are you going, mom?
-Your father left the food, I'm going to take it to him.
-I'll come with you.
-No need, Julian, if you haven't even eaten breakfast yet.
-Don't worry, I'm used to it.
-It's raining a lot.
-We can wait and see if it lets up.
-But I have to hurry.
-Why? It's only 9 am, dad won't eat for a while.
-I have to take the bus and I'm sure traffic will be terrible today.
-I've never been inside that building, do me that favor.
-Okay.
-Once again I managed to get what I wanted and got her to do what I wanted. As personal revenge, I decided to eat very slowly so Lourdes would worry thinking I wouldn't make it where I was really going. Although my father had indeed forgotten the food, it was obvious that woman had other things to do first.
-Lourdes' humor was almost back to normal, although she still seemed to be holding back. With umbrellas in hand, we made our way as best we could to the bus stop and a little later got on one that was packed.
-I held on as well as I could and Lourdes did the same. Our bodies were very close. I was taller than her, but her heels evened us out, making my package level with her ass. It was a very tense moment, but if I moved it would rub against her. We stayed like that for a good while, long enough to get excited against my will, and finally we arrived.From outside, the building was impressive, but I was quite disappointed inside. Lourdes asked at reception where she could find my father and they told her he was on the fourth floor that day. Apparently, they had started from the highest floor and were then descending, so there were only four left to decorate.
I intended to go up the stairs, but Lourdes wasn't comfortable in heels and preferred to take the elevator. Since I didn't trust her, I followed her. Five minutes later, we finally got to the sixth floor. I had the temptation to get close to her again like in the micro.
The elevator doors opened and we both got out looking for my father. We found him decorating one of the offices and he was overjoyed to see us. After delivering the food, Lourdes suggested showing me around the building, which I would have loved, but I read her intentions quickly and couldn't let her go alone.
I made up an excuse to my father and ran after Lourdes, who was already waiting in front of elevator number five. She didn't even bother to hide her displeasure when she saw me reappear. It was likely that I wouldn't be able to follow her forever, but at least I wasn't going to leave the building without her.
Ten seconds after getting on, the elevator stopped. Lourdes' bad mood amused me, confirming almost unintentionally that she had other plans that were already certain not to happen. Seeing me laugh, all the anger contained for the last few days was released. I didn't expect that reaction, but it was exactly what I needed to let go of what I'd been holding inside.
What's so funny?
Me? Nothing.
You've been bothering me since you got back.
I would never do that, Mom.
I don't know what you're up to, but you won't be able to with me.
Do you smell burnt horn?
Exactly.
Like the ones you put on my father's?
Lourdes' expression completely changed. My attitude of the last few days didn't... He never suspected at any moment that he could know what I was hiding. He took a few seconds to think about what he was going to say. Neither of us seemed aware that we were trapped in an elevator, although it was only a few meters from the floor.
-How did you find out?
-That's none of your business.
-Are you planning to tell your father?
-I don't know, I don't want to break his heart.
-Don't tell him, please.
-Why are you still with him?
-Because I love him.
-Yes, of course...
-I'm telling you seriously, Julián, your father is the man of my life.
-But not the one in my bed.
-You wouldn't understand.
-Maybe yes, now I'm a university student.
-And surely you've met many there who make you go crazy.
-To a few, yes.
-Would you like them for a serious relationship?
-For nothing that lasts more than a few hours.
-That's exactly what happened to me.
-You've known a guy who makes the word: pussy give you palms, right?
-The word: pussy, ass and entire body.
-Ass?
-Yes, I wouldn't have imagined it either, but with him I've discovered many things.
-Do you still sleep with my father?
-Julián...
-I asked you a question.
-Certainly, but it's something much more romantic.
What bothered me most about that conversation was that I could understand her. I had never experienced love, but I always wondered why humans insist on being faithful when sex is healthy and fun that doesn't necessarily have to be linked to love. But that idea changes when your own father is the one being cheated on.
After half an hour, we started to realize that the elevator thing wasn't any nonsense. We were still trapped and nothing made us think we would be released immediately. Lourdes took off her heels and coat and sat down on the floor. From my position I could see her cleavage perfectly. I couldn't help but think about the luck of her lover, he can fuck without having to put up with her.
-Why did you change with us?
-I was always on the defensive out of fear.
-I don't understand.
-Your father is too good to distrust, but Flor and I could have caught you.
-But you were my mother.
-I can assure you that's how I felt and still feel.
-That adventure of yours has ruined everything.
-We're in time to fix it, come back home.
-If I don't tell him, I couldn't look my father in the face.
-Julian, for what you most want.
-What I most want is him.
-What do I have to do to keep your secret?
-Nothing.
-I've seen you change when I mentioned your ass.
-Yes, I didn't expect it.
-Have you ever done it before?
-No, but my desires don't lack.
-Try with me.
-What?
-I'm offering it to you in exchange for your silence.
-I won't do that to my father.
-Are you sure?
Lourdes unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse, making her cleavage look even more irresistible. She had seconds to decide between several options, but none seemed good. Telling my father the truth would destroy the family, but not doing so would give me regrets for the rest of my life. On the other hand, I couldn't help thinking that my father was already cuck, if I accepted Lourdes' proposal it would only make me a insignificant little prick. As expected from an 18-year-old boy, the battle between heart and head won over by cock. Pulling her out was the only response I could give her. Seeing her face made her get up and finish unbuttoning her blouse. From that moment on, she didn't do anything else, but let me handle her as I pleased. The first thing I did was remove her bra and rush at her breasts, so perfect as I had always imagined them. After grabbing them with both hands, I focused on the entertainment they could give me from their nipples. Like one of the bitches to which I was accustomed, I savagely ate her tits. I licked and sucked her hard nipples, even biting them, while she tried to contain some another moan. I was focused for a long time on those two big masses of flesh, with no hurry to reach the desired destination.I was taking the risk of being rescued before, but I couldn't stop fantasizing about her breasts. Finally, I mustered up the courage to put my hands down and felt her buttocks for the first time, but quickly moved them forward to check if Lourdes had gotten wet, if she felt as excited as I did. I was ready to take the final step, one that couldn't be undone.
-I'm going to fuck you like you offered me.
-Okay, but you know what I want in return.
-Now you're not in a position to demand anything.
-If you tell him, he'll also find out about this.
-Calm down, my father will never know I broke his ass.
She took off her pants and left it up to me to get rid of her beautiful black thong. She asked me to first moisten my dick with her vaginal fluids and I did so happily. The heat emanating from her slit was very exciting, tempting the idea of putting it in there, but I was aware that the real thrill was in the other hole.
My father's wife leaned against the elevator door and arched her back to present herself to me. I held my cock, ready to penetrate her, and brought her closer slowly until I pushed my tip into her anus. Lourdes screamed and hit the door with force, but I kept pushing until I had it all in.It wasn't the same as having her stuffed into a prolonged and juicy pussy, but I managed to pump, at first with delicacy. Lourdes placed each hand on either side of the elevator door and held herself up to receive my thrusts. Her face bounced against the metal, but she was begging me to keep going. I got used to her tightness and started fucking her harder every time.
-I'm not going to last much longer.
-Come without fear.
-Here I go.
-Your cum will seal our pact.
Give three more pushes and then a fourth with all my might. That last one made me unload all the semen into that woman's rectum, whom I had called mother for many years. Neither of us realized the elevator was starting to move again or that the pain had caused Lourdes to hit the button that made it go up instead of down.
I still had her cock in my ass when the doors opened. My father and his employees were there, having been trying to rescue us for an hour and a half. That confinement served only to break my mother's ass and my father's heart, something I had always wanted to avoid.
I pulled up my pants and rushed down the four flights of stairs. When I got to the ground floor, I saw dozens of people right in front of the elevator. Despite everything, I couldn't help but peek out, although I would have preferred not to. The woman who died mid-coitus made me think that there were people with worse luck than mine, doomed to disappear for a long time.
I was living with my friend's department for three months and I still hadn't gotten used to waking up in a bed that wasn't mine. It was a very complicated decision, but I thought it necessary to distance myself from home for a while to see things from another perspective and avoid the relationship with my family from totally falling apart.
At first, I would go back every weekend to my house, but I stopped doing so when I saw that things were still not improving. Saturdays in the building had almost no one and became a real boredom, but at least I was quiet and could concentrate on studying and trying to hook up with the few girls left.
That was my plan for that Saturday, to go after the blonde from 3rd C who was there as an exchange student and didn't have anywhere to go. I had been sending her signals, little looks that I hoped would be interpreted in the same way in her country, but I still lacked taking the definitive step. I was still lying in my bed, with the heating on full blast, drawing up a plan when my sister called me.
-Julián, when are you coming back?
-For Christmas, yes or no, but I'm thinking of going for the long weekend in a few days.
-I need you to come already.
-What's wrong?
-I've discovered something very strong.
-Tell me.
-No, not on the phone.
-Flor, aren't you just calling me to make me go, right?
-I promise it's not. It has to do with Mom.
-Like always! But you know I don't call her that anymore.
-Sisi is the habit.
-Ask Dad if he wants me to spend the weekend there.
-No need, I know for sure he's eager.
-Then I'll be there in a few hours.
-Thanks, brother.
-More than you'd think it's important.
-The woman I had always called Mom wasn't anything more than my father's partner and the main reason why I chose a distant university instead of the one next to home. She raised us like children after our father remarried her, but in the last years her attitude I had changed too much and that became a constant source of conflicts. I knew Lourdes, who was her name, was capable of almost anything, so I decided to swallow my pride and answer the distress call from my sister. Although it might be for the worse, only she could make me put aside my plan to conquer the blonde woman who had me so excited and take a one-and-a-half-hour train trip. Taly like Flor told me, my father received me with open arms. He seemed not to notice or accept the conflict we had with his wife. I believed everything was still idyllic like when we were little and he presented us, a few months after our mother died. At that moment, we wouldn't have clung to anything, but little remained of the kind and loving woman we knew in those times.
'Hijo, how long it's been since I saw you.'
'Hello, Dad. Lately, I've been very busy with my studies.'
'I understand and I'm very proud of you.'
'Isn't Lourdes at home?'
'Why don't you call her mom anymore?'
'I feel more comfortable this way, out of respect for my real mother.'
'As you wish. No, she's not here, she left early to do some shopping and hasn't come back yet.'
'Maybe that's better, so we can catch up just the two of us.'
'Of course, let's go to the kitchen and have something to eat.'
'How's work?'
'It's going well, now we have a very interesting task.'
'I'm really happy. What does it consist of?'
'We're organizing next year's Dancing competition.'
'But that's a huge piece of work.'
'Sí, we've been working on it for almost a month, and we're almost done.'
'You're a genius.'
I continued to keep up with my father and brother, taking advantage of the tranquility offered by Lourdes' absence. But it couldn't last forever. Although it had been hours since she left to do some shopping, that woman returned with empty hands and a smile that disappeared as soon as she saw me, although she pretended to be delighted at being reunited with me.
'Julián, I didn't know you were coming.'
'It was a last-minute decision.'
'I'm glad to see you.'
'Likewise,' Lourdes.
-Do you still insist on calling me by my name?
-Don't you like it?
-It's your decision, but I liked it better when you called me mom.
-I'll try.
-With that I'm satisfied. Do you have an appetite?
-The truth is, yes.
-I'll change clothes and prepare your favorite dish.
For a few seconds, it seemed to me as if I was in front of the good Lourdes. But experience, especially my sister's gaze, told me not to trust. My father took me to the living room to show me the latest changes he had made to the house, which prevented Flor from explaining why she had brought him back.
The meal continued on the same line as the reception. My father's wife seemed charming and didn't stop asking me questions about my university life. I didn't want to trust her, but neither could I stay all that time in tension, waiting for a bad word to make the usual arguments between us come back.
Once we finished eating, I went to my room with the intention of taking a break. Until then everything had gone well, at least the atmosphere was more peaceful than when I left. I was about to fall asleep when my sister burst into my room. She closed the door quietly and sat on my bed, ready to tell me everything.
-Will you finally tell me what's going on?
-Lourdes is cheating on Dad.
-How do you know?
-The other day he went to take a shower and left his phone unlocked.
-And did you snoop on him?
-A message came through and I couldn't help it.
-Are you sure?
-Yes, we've been together for months.
-Ho... my dad... didn't say anything to Dad, did she?
-Certainly not, she would destroy him.
-I'm going to try to find out for myself before I leave.
I was expecting almost anything from Lourdes, but never had I thought about the possibility of her being unfaithful to my father. Probably it fit her profile as a cold woman, but with him I always saw her well. It hurt me a lot that she had dared to betray him in this way, but, deep down, It was able to understand it. Neither when I was small could I figure out what a young and attractive woman was doing with my father. At least at the beginning he still kept some of his youth, but as time went by the balance had tipped excessively towards her side. Lourdes was thirty-five years old and it was normal for her to continue attracting men. But that didn't justify infidelity. If she had grown tired of my father or was looking for things he could no longer give her, it would be normal for her to face him and propose a divorce. I would have hated her just the same, but at least nobody could accuse her of being disloyal. I had no idea how I was going to face this dilemma, all I saw clear was that I needed to take the rest of Saturday to reflect.DomingoI couldn't think of anything. A whole night without almost being able to sleep only served for me to draw plans that didn't lead anywhere. I was too afraid to tell her clearly what I knew, but neither did I see how to get into a situation where I could catch her and she wouldn't have any other choice but to confess.
It so happened that the greatest favor I could do my father while he was there was to prevent his wife from cheating on him again. To achieve this, I had to stick close to Lourdes, be vigilant every time her phone rang or she started writing. This pressure I was applying at home, but it was even more important that I did it outside.
-Julián, I'm going to buy bread, do you want anything?
-I'd like to come with you.
-If it's just going to the corner and back.
-Is there nothing else?
-Well, maybe I'll take a walk too.
-But if it's pouring.
-That's what umbrellas are for, aren't they?
-You're right, I'm coming with you.
Maybe it was true that I only wanted to take a walk, but the information I possessed made every move of hers suspicious. Lourdes had no other choice but to accept my accompanying her to buy bread and afterwards we gave that walk under the rain. Her behavior was correct, but she no longer radiated the same charm as the day before. She also didn't dare answer calls in my presence.
I decided to stay at home all week since I sensed that everything was about to blow up. Flor insisted that we had to do something, but I preferred waiting until Lourdes got nervous and ended up making a mistake.
Monday
-Julián, wake up.
-What's going on?
-I have to go to class.
-Okay, go.
-If you stay sleeping, Lourdes will take the chance to leave.
-Shit, it's true.
-You have to stop following her around and face her.
-Do you think she'll accept it without a fight?
-Then we'll have to tell Dad about it.
-I won't be able to handle it, I said so myself.
-Okay, then let that fox get away with it.
-Go, something will occur to me. You've been saying the same thing for two days now. Flor left for university and I took less than five minutes to get dressed to go have breakfast, but it was enough time for Lourdes to get ready and be on her way out onto the street. Just by looking at her face you could tell she wasn't going out again. I arrived just in time to intercept her and decided that it was the ideal moment to change my strategy and try to win her trust by being good.
-Where are you going, mom? -Your father left the food, I'm going to take it to him.
-I'll come with you.
-No need, Julian, if you haven't even eaten breakfast yet.
-Don't worry, I'm used to it.
-It's raining a lot.
-We can wait and see if it lets up.
-But I have to hurry.
-Why? It's only 9 am, dad won't eat for a while.
-I have to take the bus and I'm sure traffic will be terrible today.
-I've never been inside that building, do me that favor.
-Okay.
-Once again I managed to get what I wanted and got her to do what I wanted. As personal revenge, I decided to eat very slowly so Lourdes would worry thinking I wouldn't make it where I was really going. Although my father had indeed forgotten the food, it was obvious that woman had other things to do first.
-Lourdes' humor was almost back to normal, although she still seemed to be holding back. With umbrellas in hand, we made our way as best we could to the bus stop and a little later got on one that was packed.
-I held on as well as I could and Lourdes did the same. Our bodies were very close. I was taller than her, but her heels evened us out, making my package level with her ass. It was a very tense moment, but if I moved it would rub against her. We stayed like that for a good while, long enough to get excited against my will, and finally we arrived.
From outside, the building was impressive, but I was quite disappointed inside. Lourdes asked at reception where she could find my father and they told her he was on the fourth floor that day. Apparently, they had started from the highest floor and were then descending, so there were only four left to decorate.I intended to go up the stairs, but Lourdes wasn't comfortable in heels and preferred to take the elevator. Since I didn't trust her, I followed her. Five minutes later, we finally got to the sixth floor. I had the temptation to get close to her again like in the micro.
The elevator doors opened and we both got out looking for my father. We found him decorating one of the offices and he was overjoyed to see us. After delivering the food, Lourdes suggested showing me around the building, which I would have loved, but I read her intentions quickly and couldn't let her go alone.
I made up an excuse to my father and ran after Lourdes, who was already waiting in front of elevator number five. She didn't even bother to hide her displeasure when she saw me reappear. It was likely that I wouldn't be able to follow her forever, but at least I wasn't going to leave the building without her.
Ten seconds after getting on, the elevator stopped. Lourdes' bad mood amused me, confirming almost unintentionally that she had other plans that were already certain not to happen. Seeing me laugh, all the anger contained for the last few days was released. I didn't expect that reaction, but it was exactly what I needed to let go of what I'd been holding inside.
What's so funny?
Me? Nothing.
You've been bothering me since you got back.
I would never do that, Mom.
I don't know what you're up to, but you won't be able to with me.
Do you smell burnt horn?
Exactly.
Like the ones you put on my father's?
Lourdes' expression completely changed. My attitude of the last few days didn't... He never suspected at any moment that he could know what I was hiding. He took a few seconds to think about what he was going to say. Neither of us seemed aware that we were trapped in an elevator, although it was only a few meters from the floor.
-How did you find out?
-That's none of your business.
-Are you planning to tell your father?
-I don't know, I don't want to break his heart.
-Don't tell him, please.
-Why are you still with him?
-Because I love him.
-Yes, of course...
-I'm telling you seriously, Julián, your father is the man of my life.
-But not the one in my bed.
-You wouldn't understand.
-Maybe yes, now I'm a university student.
-And surely you've met many there who make you go crazy.
-To a few, yes.
-Would you like them for a serious relationship?
-For nothing that lasts more than a few hours.
-That's exactly what happened to me.
-You've known a guy who makes the word: pussy give you palms, right?
-The word: pussy, ass and entire body.
-Ass?
-Yes, I wouldn't have imagined it either, but with him I've discovered many things.
-Do you still sleep with my father?
-Julián...
-I asked you a question.
-Certainly, but it's something much more romantic.
What bothered me most about that conversation was that I could understand her. I had never experienced love, but I always wondered why humans insist on being faithful when sex is healthy and fun that doesn't necessarily have to be linked to love. But that idea changes when your own father is the one being cheated on.
After half an hour, we started to realize that the elevator thing wasn't any nonsense. We were still trapped and nothing made us think we would be released immediately. Lourdes took off her heels and coat and sat down on the floor. From my position I could see her cleavage perfectly. I couldn't help but think about the luck of her lover, he can fuck without having to put up with her.
-Why did you change with us?
-I was always on the defensive out of fear.
-I don't understand.
-Your father is too good to distrust, but Flor and I could have caught you.
-But you were my mother.
-I can assure you that's how I felt and still feel.
-That adventure of yours has ruined everything.
-We're in time to fix it, come back home.
-If I don't tell him, I couldn't look my father in the face.
-Julian, for what you most want.
-What I most want is him.
-What do I have to do to keep your secret?
-Nothing.
-I've seen you change when I mentioned your ass.
-Yes, I didn't expect it.
-Have you ever done it before?
-No, but my desires don't lack.
-Try with me.
-What?
-I'm offering it to you in exchange for your silence.
-I won't do that to my father.
-Are you sure?
Lourdes unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse, making her cleavage look even more irresistible. She had seconds to decide between several options, but none seemed good. Telling my father the truth would destroy the family, but not doing so would give me regrets for the rest of my life. On the other hand, I couldn't help thinking that my father was already cuck, if I accepted Lourdes' proposal it would only make me a insignificant little prick. As expected from an 18-year-old boy, the battle between heart and head won over by cock. Pulling her out was the only response I could give her. Seeing her face made her get up and finish unbuttoning her blouse. From that moment on, she didn't do anything else, but let me handle her as I pleased. The first thing I did was remove her bra and rush at her breasts, so perfect as I had always imagined them. After grabbing them with both hands, I focused on the entertainment they could give me from their nipples. Like one of the bitches to which I was accustomed, I savagely ate her tits. I licked and sucked her hard nipples, even biting them, while she tried to contain some another moan. I was focused for a long time on those two big masses of flesh, with no hurry to reach the desired destination.I was taking the risk of being rescued before, but I couldn't stop fantasizing about her breasts. Finally, I mustered up the courage to put my hands down and felt her buttocks for the first time, but quickly moved them forward to check if Lourdes had gotten wet, if she felt as excited as I did. I was ready to take the final step, one that couldn't be undone.-I'm going to fuck you like you offered me.
-Okay, but you know what I want in return.
-Now you're not in a position to demand anything.
-If you tell him, he'll also find out about this.
-Calm down, my father will never know I broke his ass.
She took off her pants and left it up to me to get rid of her beautiful black thong. She asked me to first moisten my dick with her vaginal fluids and I did so happily. The heat emanating from her slit was very exciting, tempting the idea of putting it in there, but I was aware that the real thrill was in the other hole.
My father's wife leaned against the elevator door and arched her back to present herself to me. I held my cock, ready to penetrate her, and brought her closer slowly until I pushed my tip into her anus. Lourdes screamed and hit the door with force, but I kept pushing until I had it all in.
It wasn't the same as having her stuffed into a prolonged and juicy pussy, but I managed to pump, at first with delicacy. Lourdes placed each hand on either side of the elevator door and held herself up to receive my thrusts. Her face bounced against the metal, but she was begging me to keep going. I got used to her tightness and started fucking her harder every time.-I'm not going to last much longer.
-Come without fear.
-Here I go.
-Your cum will seal our pact.
Give three more pushes and then a fourth with all my might. That last one made me unload all the semen into that woman's rectum, whom I had called mother for many years. Neither of us realized the elevator was starting to move again or that the pain had caused Lourdes to hit the button that made it go up instead of down.
I still had her cock in my ass when the doors opened. My father and his employees were there, having been trying to rescue us for an hour and a half. That confinement served only to break my mother's ass and my father's heart, something I had always wanted to avoid.
I pulled up my pants and rushed down the four flights of stairs. When I got to the ground floor, I saw dozens of people right in front of the elevator. Despite everything, I couldn't help but peek out, although I would have preferred not to. The woman who died mid-coitus made me think that there were people with worse luck than mine, doomed to disappear for a long time.
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