Pedro still had a bad stomach and it was hard for him to talk to his friends. They weren't really his friends, just guys he talked to during that time when he was at church. He knew they didn't like him very much because of his always responsible and respectful character, but he was like that and he was fine with that. He had a friend Juan who always kept him company at school. -Pedro, have you seen your mother? -No dad, I haven't seen her. But you know how it is, she's probably somewhere chatting with her friends. -If it's true. If you see her, tell her Jonás says hi, the little one won't stop bothering him. -Ok dad. After a bit he went to the bathroom, he couldn't take it anymore, his stomach was killing him but on the way there he saw Father Eugenio praying with his eyes closed near the confessional. He seemed very troubled. In the quiet of those white walls he finally found peace that unfortunately was interrupted by some noises coming from nearby. Probably they were coming from the farthest bathroom, but he could still hear them since the boards separating the bathrooms were made of that light and economic wood.
I wanted to ignore the noises but they were getting louder and more frequent, making it impossible not to pay attention. They sounded like deep breaths from two people.
-Ah, he heard a woman's voice cut off immediately as if someone had covered her mouth. But this was a men's bathroom. Pedro felt uncomfortable right away knowing that a woman was so close to him in such a private moment.
He heard something metallic hit the floor; a belt falling next to a likely pant leg. -Mmmm, another woman's voice, maybe she was also feeling queasy too. The breaths started coming again, always from two people, now it was clear that they were synchronized and stopped at the same time when similar sounds echoed, like those made by his schoolmates when kissing their girlfriends vulgarly.
Pedro understood what was happening. Here? In church? In a bathroom? I'm no expert but I don't think this is the best spot to come for a kiss The boy understood, but not completely. His mind was still innocent and naive. Another sound started being produced, first faint and slow before becoming louder and faster. They were sounds of flesh against flesh, applauding hands, moist hands. Anyone who was there must have had no shame. At first, his presence in that place made him uncomfortable, but now it was terribly uncomfortable and inappropriate, not because he was doing something wrong but just from the echo of what he was hearing.
PLAFF, PLAFF, PLAFF He heard it nonstop for minutes and minutes. Pedro was annoyed that someone was doing something so dirty in a place like that. The sounds stopped briefly and he heard two thuds as if hands were trying to grasp the wood around him. He thought it was over but it wasn't. The PLAFFs continued and he couldn't take it anymore. Who could be so imprudent and perverse as to come here to do their thing? impure? DRRIIIIIN, DRRIIIIIN Pedro heard a cell phone ringing. The same sound my mom's cell phone makes when she gets a call -Wait, wait. Said the female voice that seemed familiar to the boy. Whoever was there didn't wait because the DRRIIIN didn't stop for some seconds and the PLAFF continued. The woman had turned off her cell phone but must have accidentally dropped it because the sound of the mobile hitting the porcelain floor was unmistakable, it had happened to him many times before. The noises kept going and now he could hear moans. Pedro didn't want to take it anymore and barely managed to turn off the water and get out. At that moment, the noises stopped. He could calmly go back outside but the old religious and angry one who was inside came out too. The boy headed towards the last bathroom and stood in front of the door. He saw that the cell phone was pink like his mom's but didn't suspect anything. -They should be ashamed! He said trying to make himself laugh with a coarse voice but the result was ridiculous and funny so both of them inside laughed. Angry, the young man came out and closed the door behind him. -Haha, did you hear how pathetic your son is? -Don't say that! -Why not? You also laughed. It was true, she found it pathetic too and that's why she laughed but didn't want to admit it. Teresa started laughing again on Marcelo's cock this time with more energy and without holding back.
With nobody in the bathroom, there was no reason to be discreet but also another motive for their renewed vigor. That someone was listening to her betrayal caused morbidness but now that she knew her own son had heard her kiss and grab with her bully without knowing it was her who got caught up like never before first. 'What's wrong with you, Teresa?' was the last thing she managed to think before having another orgasm stronger than the previous one. Teresa didn't know how much longer they kept going or how many orgasms she had but when listening to the church bell ring at noon, she knew she had to return to her family.
-We have to stop, we have to stop, oh no. -I haven't finished yet. -I know but...Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, it's very late, they'll be looking for me already. If they come here... -And find you impaled on my black cock? What problem would there be? It's time they knew. -No, mmm, no say that, ah, ah, don't say that like that. -I know you like sluts . Marcelo starts pushing his cock up, increasing the pleasure of his women. -Let's make a deal. If you answer my questions sincerely I'll let you go but if you don't I'll hold you so tight your screams will reach paradise. Teresa didn't know which one to choose. -Question number one. Did you already know about my mother and me? -Mmm...yes, yes, yes -Were you the slut who was watching me from the window haha. My neighbor told me he saw a woman masturbating near my house. -I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ah, ah, ah -Question number two. Did you like what you saw? -Yes! Ah, ah, ah, ah, yes. -Question number three. Did you like your son listening to you bouncing on my cock? -Mmmmm Teresa knew that what she was about to say was dangerous. -Yes, yes, yes, ah, ah, ah, ah, I liked it, I really liked it! Marcelo had increased the speed of his movements while asking the question and now they were both coming at the same time.
-Teresa! Where were you? I've been calling you all this time. -I'm sorry, treasure, my phone died while I was in the bathroom. -In the bathroom? Asked Pedro. -Yes, in the women's bathroom. I think I also have a bad stomach, son. -Oh, yes, yes, I understand, mom.
From hiding, Lady Marta saw how that prostitute was leaving the church with her family right after she left the bathroom adjusting her clothes followed by that black youth. Continue...
I wanted to ignore the noises but they were getting louder and more frequent, making it impossible not to pay attention. They sounded like deep breaths from two people.-Ah, he heard a woman's voice cut off immediately as if someone had covered her mouth. But this was a men's bathroom. Pedro felt uncomfortable right away knowing that a woman was so close to him in such a private moment.
He heard something metallic hit the floor; a belt falling next to a likely pant leg. -Mmmm, another woman's voice, maybe she was also feeling queasy too. The breaths started coming again, always from two people, now it was clear that they were synchronized and stopped at the same time when similar sounds echoed, like those made by his schoolmates when kissing their girlfriends vulgarly.
Pedro understood what was happening. Here? In church? In a bathroom? I'm no expert but I don't think this is the best spot to come for a kiss The boy understood, but not completely. His mind was still innocent and naive. Another sound started being produced, first faint and slow before becoming louder and faster. They were sounds of flesh against flesh, applauding hands, moist hands. Anyone who was there must have had no shame. At first, his presence in that place made him uncomfortable, but now it was terribly uncomfortable and inappropriate, not because he was doing something wrong but just from the echo of what he was hearing.
PLAFF, PLAFF, PLAFF He heard it nonstop for minutes and minutes. Pedro was annoyed that someone was doing something so dirty in a place like that. The sounds stopped briefly and he heard two thuds as if hands were trying to grasp the wood around him. He thought it was over but it wasn't. The PLAFFs continued and he couldn't take it anymore. Who could be so imprudent and perverse as to come here to do their thing? impure? DRRIIIIIN, DRRIIIIIN Pedro heard a cell phone ringing. The same sound my mom's cell phone makes when she gets a call -Wait, wait. Said the female voice that seemed familiar to the boy. Whoever was there didn't wait because the DRRIIIN didn't stop for some seconds and the PLAFF continued. The woman had turned off her cell phone but must have accidentally dropped it because the sound of the mobile hitting the porcelain floor was unmistakable, it had happened to him many times before. The noises kept going and now he could hear moans. Pedro didn't want to take it anymore and barely managed to turn off the water and get out. At that moment, the noises stopped. He could calmly go back outside but the old religious and angry one who was inside came out too. The boy headed towards the last bathroom and stood in front of the door. He saw that the cell phone was pink like his mom's but didn't suspect anything. -They should be ashamed! He said trying to make himself laugh with a coarse voice but the result was ridiculous and funny so both of them inside laughed. Angry, the young man came out and closed the door behind him. -Haha, did you hear how pathetic your son is? -Don't say that! -Why not? You also laughed. It was true, she found it pathetic too and that's why she laughed but didn't want to admit it. Teresa started laughing again on Marcelo's cock this time with more energy and without holding back.
With nobody in the bathroom, there was no reason to be discreet but also another motive for their renewed vigor. That someone was listening to her betrayal caused morbidness but now that she knew her own son had heard her kiss and grab with her bully without knowing it was her who got caught up like never before first. 'What's wrong with you, Teresa?' was the last thing she managed to think before having another orgasm stronger than the previous one. Teresa didn't know how much longer they kept going or how many orgasms she had but when listening to the church bell ring at noon, she knew she had to return to her family.-We have to stop, we have to stop, oh no. -I haven't finished yet. -I know but...Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, it's very late, they'll be looking for me already. If they come here... -And find you impaled on my black cock? What problem would there be? It's time they knew. -No, mmm, no say that, ah, ah, don't say that like that. -I know you like sluts . Marcelo starts pushing his cock up, increasing the pleasure of his women. -Let's make a deal. If you answer my questions sincerely I'll let you go but if you don't I'll hold you so tight your screams will reach paradise. Teresa didn't know which one to choose. -Question number one. Did you already know about my mother and me? -Mmm...yes, yes, yes -Were you the slut who was watching me from the window haha. My neighbor told me he saw a woman masturbating near my house. -I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ah, ah, ah -Question number two. Did you like what you saw? -Yes! Ah, ah, ah, ah, yes. -Question number three. Did you like your son listening to you bouncing on my cock? -Mmmmm Teresa knew that what she was about to say was dangerous. -Yes, yes, yes, ah, ah, ah, ah, I liked it, I really liked it! Marcelo had increased the speed of his movements while asking the question and now they were both coming at the same time.-Teresa! Where were you? I've been calling you all this time. -I'm sorry, treasure, my phone died while I was in the bathroom. -In the bathroom? Asked Pedro. -Yes, in the women's bathroom. I think I also have a bad stomach, son. -Oh, yes, yes, I understand, mom.From hiding, Lady Marta saw how that prostitute was leaving the church with her family right after she left the bathroom adjusting her clothes followed by that black youth. Continue...
4 comentários - La madre de Pedro y el bully 29