After Aunt Fina's incident, the waters return to their course and La Parroquia's business and its brothel of whores speed up like a cruiser. Most of the prostitutes we brought in were clients' recommendations. The majority of them, actually, were young people under thirty who were eager to screw milfs, authentic milfs that reminded them of some aunt, a beautiful neighbor or, why not say it, their own mothers, in many cases. Some clients, especially perverts, had already started flirting with known or familiar pigs. And more than one convinced his slut to join the brothel's staff. In fact, we had flyers and propaganda posters offering discounts and bonuses for those who provided us with bitches to hire. Normally, it was a discount of ten or twelve ejaculations, plus the benefit they got from making their slut work. Because all of them, without exception, were happy and eager to give some benefit to their young male. The salary of the girls (better, ladies...) was high, and I made sure to insure them, obviously not as whores, so they were contributing. There were conditions of acceptance, of course. The minimum age was 40 years old. We didn't admit anyone younger. Plus, they had to pass a couple of tests: a first interview with one of my collaborators, normally the Moja, my mother (the de facto madame of the brothel) or Fátima, the business's dean. Then there was the practical test, to see if they served or not. This consisted of a review by me and, if the pig was worth it, a good welcome screw. And normally, I would do it in front of the client's boyfriend, who saw how I subjected his private fox to a strict review and screwed her in his presence. Then I'd tell him... the conditions of work: total and definitive depilation, tattoos if she didn't already have them, and the conditions of obedience and chastity with her husbands, if they were married. In summary, from the signing of the contract, one had to be dedicated to the company and its male, so absolute obedience became indispensable. It was in this way that three boys brought their aunts, a pair of neighbors who were quite fat and two others who were their own mothers. Even Rosa, Oscar's ex-mother-in-law, whom he had reconnected with, signed up for our stable of whores. All were selected except for one neighbor who was 38 years old and we placed her on hold for about a year. In the future, maybe all cases will be sorted out, although today I'll only comment on one that seemed especially original to me. It was about Teresa, a foxy 52-year-old woman who brought her nephew Jorge, 25, with her. She was an old cow in good shape, not fat, with a lot of ass, a lot of breast and ham-like thighs like Beyoncé's but less toned, with a hint of cellulitis but without going overboard. She had a beautiful red mane and a mouth with thick lips and well-red lips. The most striking thing about her lovely face. But the best part of her wasn't her splendid appearance, it was her story. Until she was 48, she had been a nun in cloistered life, but after a visit to her sister's house one summer, her nephew caught her with her pants down and, using his dick, managed to bring her back on track and turn her into a championship fox like we would soon find out. The beautiful nun, who was already dripping with a little juice in the convent, had an attack of faith and left it, staying provisionally at her sister's house... And this last one's mistake, if you can call it that, was putting her up in the same room as the son-in-law of the married couple, on a spare bed. The truth is that she arrived ripe in August and, 15 days later, the only thing left untouched were her ears and navel, so much so that
boca, like her asshole and pussy were swallowing without batting an eye the chunk of her nephew's sobriety. The boy, loaded with testosterone, didn't remain indifferent to his aunt's massive body and by the second day was already sneaking in a hand. The aunt would bless herself and pretend to be offended, but she wouldn't delay in abandoning prayer to start worshiping her nephew's cock. And four years later she was still installed in that tiny room, subjected to a tough regimen of at least two ejaculations a day. Ejaculations she enjoyed like a vocational slut. The nephew, privately, treated her like a submissive whore. In the room he would make her wear provocative lingerie, but at the same time he'd make her put on a large crucifix hanging between her enormous tits and wear a nun's habit on her head. She would inevitably end up covered in some of the cum shots that didn't end in her throat, asshole or pussy. It was all quite morbid. Especially because, to the outside world, she would obligate her to dress modestly and with clothes, I mean, anti-luxury. Although under them there would only be a dental floss thong and Chinese balls on her ass. Obviously, she had completely and definitively depilated herself, besides getting tattooed with some religious motif, like a crucified Christ on her pubis. It was a fairly realistic drawing, although tacky with greed, a little bit of legionnaire's roll. She also had several crowns of thorns tattooed around her thighs and two large angel wings on her back. It was all of a finished bad taste but gave our little nun a kitschy touch that accentuated the morbidness. Since we opened 'The Parish' the kid had become a regular. More than anything because the type of whores we offered were what interested him. And, in view of the posters soliciting prostitutes, he had decided to get to work and convince our little nun that it was time to make money to leave her hole of a room. parents. His goal was to rent an apartment for her, in which, of course, he would install himself to enjoy her and, incidentally, some other hookup he might get. I still remember the day the boy came with his slut. They both entered my office. He smiling and proud and she behind him with her head bowed down, shy, as if ashamed of having a scandalous body. I gave the boy's hand a courteous handshake and observed the Promiscuous one, like someone looking at a precious but inanimate object. Without thinking at all about what she might feel. The first day I liked to flirt a little with whores and treat them like merchandise, humiliating them so they'd realize who cuts the bacon. The boy accepted the cup I served him and settled onto the sofa, watching the scene with a cocky smile. Not losing any detail of how the new owner of his aunt, was observing her meticulously as if she were a cattle trader. As he went around and palpated her body, he asked me questions as if she weren't there: -This pig isn't so bad, and what do you say her name is? -Teresa. She's my aunt, sister of my mother. What a marvel in bed! She sucks like God! Well, it'll be less soon, I thought. I lifted her chin with my finger, gently, and she, submissive, obeyed the gesture and straightened her face. -You're precious, Teresa,' I said to her. She made an attempt at a smile, which I took advantage of by launching a powerful saliva stream that extended from her eye to her nose, dripping towards her mouth. Her smile froze on her face in surprise, and I continued. -Relax, slut! It's a welcome gift.' At the same time, I gave her a gentle slap and slipped my hands under her modest jersey to fondle her enormous breasts. She obeyed by licking her lips, and I directed myself at the nephew and asked him: -What age does this sow have? -She just turned 52, Marcos... -A wonderful age... Turn around, pig!' I yelled. She obeyed quickly, and I pushed her body towards the table, making it bend and put her ass in pomp. I lifted her skirt. She squeezed, bent over the table and pushed up her ass humbly. It's clear that her nephew had taught her well. When I lifted the rustic flannel skirt she was wearing, I could appreciate her excellent buttocks, culminating in enormous and swinging cheeks, inside which the dental thread of the thong she wore got lost. I gave her a couple of strong slaps on each cheek and shouted: -Open up your ass, Promiscuous! She obeyed immediately and, with both hands, separated the slaps, showing a precious brown hole over which the black thong thread was placed. -This crap bothers me. –I said, and, picking up some scissors I had on the table, cut the straps of the thong that fell to the floor. I picked it up for a moment and smelled it from the part that had been in contact with the pussy. What a delight! After that, I brought it to her face. She didn't need me to explain anything; she simply opened her mouth and put it inside. It was small and surely wouldn't bother her at all if she sucked on it for a bit. She continued with her ass exposed and I knelt down and brought my face close. I could see that it was perfectly shaved. Both the butt and the vulva visible underneath were as smooth as silk. First, I sniffed the butt a little. The little smell put my tail in a chokehold. Then I started licking it and penetrating it with my tongue, while fingering her. The very foxy woman was squirting and didn't take more than two seconds to start moaning and slobbering through her underwear on the table. -Are you horny, eh? –I said -Síiiiiii... –she managed to say with her mouth full. Her nephew looked at her, savoring his drink and rubbing himself over his pants. I realized it and decided to score a point with the kid. -I see you like the treatment I'm giving this sow... -Well, it turns me on... –he responded. -The thing is that your aunt likes me. She seems first-class material. And as a courtesy, while I'm trying her out, instead of leaving What are you going to do? That's what guys who bring us to their whores while they take the exam usually do, I'm going to call one of the girls to give you a blow job... Do you mind? The guy opened his eyes like plates and remained speechless in front of the generous offer, nodding his head. He was happy, the nun promised, and mentally he was already planning performances with her. I saw Sor Teresa and Fátima, one with a headscarf and the other with a hijab, putting on a good lesbian show while they screwed some lucky guy. I picked up the phone from the table and called: -Mom, who's free now? -Ugh! -my mother groaned on the other end of the line- Well, to be honest, almost everyone is busy... Well, I'm free, but I'd have to leave the reception... -No, no... -I replied - I prefer you stay at the door. Then is there nobody else? -Well, there's Rosa, Oscar's ex-mother-in-law, but she's still a little green. She started two days ago and is still in training, so to speak. -Oh, that's fine. You can send her, it's just about giving a blow job... And that, according to Oscar, she controls pretty well, haha. -Ok, I'll send her now. -my mother responded - Perfect, see you later. I turned back to Teresa's nephew and told him: -You can go ahead and take your cock out. Now one of the girls is coming and will suck it while I'm going to brush my aunt's hair. -Great, thanks Marcos -he said at the same time as he had already taken his dick out and was wanking it. -Don't go too fast, dude. See if you don't come before the girl gets here... -I told him between laughs. And I turned towards Teresa, who had barely moved. This time I proposed making her come. So I started licking her pussy like a cow licking its calves, while massaging her clitoris at top speed. Her body began to shake and in less than two minutes she was coming like an animal. She was... giving a little scream like a possessed person, while I was giving the last licks to her ass, just when little Rosa, our latest acquisition, entered my office. She wore an old-fashioned corset that made her enormous tits spill over the top. She wasn't wearing panties, only black stockings and a garter belt. Plus some high-heeled shoes that barely hid her small stature. Her figure, with that tight corset and huge tits and ass, plus thick legs, made the word voluptuous pale. For a moment, looking at her, I felt like leaving Sor Teresa aside and giving Rosa a good pounding, but when there's work to be done, there's work, and now it was time for the new member of the club to take the test. Rosa, upon entering, stopped for a moment, frozen in shock at the scene. With Teresa bent over the table, recovering from her orgasm, and my nephew with his cock out on the sofa, while I, still with my face wet from eating her ass and pussy, started to lower my pants. But Rosa, who was already getting used to the work at La Parroquia, knew that in our business, these things were just part of every day, so she regained her composure instantly. -Hello, Marcos, you called me! -Hello, Rosa, good. Yes, look. Please, would you mind going down on this boy while I'm giving his aunt the test? -Of course, Marcos, no problem. –and, neither slow nor lazy, picked up one of the sofa cushions, planted it on the floor and, after kneeling between the boy's legs, swallowed the cock all the way to the bell. It was a pretty normal cock, to be honest. Jorge gave a muffled groan and let himself be done with, holding Rosa's hair. Meanwhile, I told Teresa to get undressed. While she was stripping and admiring her body, I imitated her and also got naked, with my cock hard. Sor Teresa smiled and bowed her head humbly. It's clear that her nephew had it well trained. I sat down in the armchair of the office and told her to get a cushion. -Now, let's see if you're as good at sucking cocks as your nephew says. You can start now. She placed the cushion on the floor between my open legs. She knelt down and, after spitting on it, swallowed it all the way up to the bell without blinking. She started a rapid back-and-forth motion, with the cock crossing her trachea that left me stuck to the seat and almost out of breath. The truth is that the little nun was blessed by the god of fellatio. She was an authentic machine and had me leaving my mouth open. From the sofa across from us, her nephew smiled proudly. And even Rosa had paused for a moment during the blow job to observe Teresa's excellent work. There was a brief instant where time seemed to freeze, with all three of us in the room watching the rhythmic bobbing of her head swallowing my cock. All that could be heard was the sound of the cock entering her throat, while streams of saliva fell onto my balls, wetting the armchair and forming a small puddle on the floor. The charm only lasted for a minute. I realized I was about to come and grabbed her hair to stop the blow job. She, gasping like a fish out of water, looked at me surprised and said, frightened: -What's wrong, Marcos, am I not doing it right? -No, precious, no, on the contrary... -I calmed her down by stroking her sweaty cheeks.- What's wrong is that you're doing it too well, and the last thing I want is to come so quickly. I'd rather try out the rest of her body first. Although it seems like she's already aced the test with flying colors... Rosa, who was listening to the conversation while sucking her nephew's cock, increased the intensity of her sucks, to the delight of the boy. Apparently, she wanted to imitate the champion she had just seen. But it was clear that she lacked practice and only managed to choke, drool, and have hiccups. The nephew, however, It didn't seem to be at all concerned about it and let her do it relaxed, marking the rhythm with his hand, reclining on the sofa and savoring, occasionally, the cup he had on the coffee table. I gave Teresa a intense kiss, grabbed her wrists, and after lifting her up, indicated that she should lean against the table again, inclined forward. I positioned myself behind her and started to screw her roughly, alternating between her ass and pussy. She began to make loud noises. The nephew, who was watching everything from the sofa, asked if he could also screw Rosa. I told him of course. And I think I did a good favor to poor Rosa, who lifted her head completely congested. Delighted to be rid of the infernal blow job. She soon sat on the cock of the nephew and started riding him at a good pace. But this one wanted more and, after feeling her butt, good Rosa understood what was going on and changed the cockhole. This seemed to please the boy quite a bit more, who began to make loud noises too. After about ten minutes in which practically the only thing that could be heard in the room were moans and splashes, I decided to end the session: Come on, cunts, both of you get down on your knees in the center of the room! -I shouted. Both whores turned around and ran to kneel in front of my cock. With a gesture, I indicated that the nephew should come over and, placed next to me, began to wag his tail in front of the sweaty jetts of the whores. Thirty seconds later, we both came. We left the faces of both like a painter's radio, full of sperm and splashes. They, with their mouths open, barely received a small part of cum on their tongues. Most of the semen remained scattered over their faces, breasts, and the rest of their plump bodies. I looked at both of them satisfied and told them: Excellent work, bitches! Now you can lick your jetts and clean up this mess. While they were doing it, I patted Teresa's macaroni on the head and congratulated her. Thanks to your Promiscuous's excellent training. -Oh, damn it, male, she's an extraordinary Promiscuous! I'll contract her ipso facto. When can she start working with us? -Thanks, Marcos! Whenever you're good. If you want, I'll send her tomorrow. -Well, perfect. Send her tomorrow. –I turned towards Rosa, who had just been licking Teresa's face and was now entwined with her in a sloppy kiss. –Rosa, beautiful, when you leave, tell my mother to take Teresa's data and explain how this works. Tell her she starts tomorrow and indicate where the agency is so she can go sign the contract. -Okay, Marcos. I'll tell her now.- And she got up, adjusting her corset and searching for her high heels before rushing off to the reception, where my mother was waiting for clients. Teresa left while getting dressed at the same time. And I took advantage to slap her ass several times and congratulate her effusively on her excellent behavior. She, with her head bowed and submissive as usual, smiled and whispered a timid: -Thank you very much. –Before leaving the room, following her proud nephew. In our new chalet home, I had converted the upper floor into a stable to share with Mom's pig. Downstairs was the living room and the master bedroom, where she sometimes slept with the cuck when he came home. The old man, getting fatter and lazier by the day, always avoided going up the stairs whenever possible. He was content to stay next to the kitchen or in front of the TV. It was Mom who really made an effort to go up and down all the time. With excuses like fixing the rooms upstairs or ironing or doing laundry. I had already taken care of setting up a clothesline and a room for the washer and ironer on the upper floor. What the cuck didn't know was that I took the dirty laundry to have it washed and ironed by Mrs. The Parish who cleaned our house. each day to be there for at least an hour each time, I would do it to eat my cock or have it fuck me through all its holes. We did it in a straightforward plan and quite calmly. With the security roll of the chalet, due to possible thefts and those things, I had filled the house with sensors and put a detector on the stairs that made a red light turn on when someone climbed up, so there was time for the slut to hide if the faggot wanted to make a surprise visit. But, given the characteristics of the pichafloja, we didn't worry too much about the possibility of a surprise visit: between the fridge, stuffed with canapés, beer cans and other nonsense, and the plasma screen I had installed, with all the world's football channels and more, it was quite remote that the fat one would decide to go on an adventure. In any case, the old man still followed his work rhythms of two or three weeks away and one at home, so my slut mother and I had free time to do whatever we wanted. So, when the cuck wasn't around, she was all the time in her underwear also on the ground floor of the chalet. And I would fuck her wildly everywhere, without respecting, of course, the marital bed. In fact, I used to give her quite virulent ejaculations on the marriage bed, where I placed the photo of the happy marriage in a visible place, to remind mom who was the new guy at home. A couple of times I took advantage to come on the photo of the smiling cuck and forced her, pressing her head against the glass, to lick all the cum from the photo, while I spat in her face and insulted her. I was in sexual bliss. Well, actually we were, because mom was also reaching perfection as a slut. Each day was more vicious and she liked making bolder proposals. Sometimes we would bring some Promiscuous from La Parroquia to mount a trio... There was a day when mom and I brought home, Teresa, the former nun. Before leaving The Parish mom always wore appropriate clothes for a modest housewife. More than anything, to avoid uncomfortable questions from cuck when he arrived home. That day she did it like that and asked our piggy nun to put on her old habit, which she still had. In the car I made Sor Teresa sit in the passenger seat because I wanted mom to go down on me during the ride, to get myself in the mood. Mom was making a finger gesture from behind, warning if someone might see us. We arrived at home with the cock like a mast. It cost me to keep it in my pants. The nun's pig had thick red lips and saliva running down her chin. I looked at her lovingly and did what I usually do in these cases. I asked her to open her mouth, launched a big spitball, and gave her two loving slaps while reminding her of how slutty she was. She smiled proudly. I pushed her onto the hood, made her lift up her habit, and with mom's help, pulled off her thong by force. Then I threw it to mom at the same time telling her: -Come on, clean the pig's face, it looks more like a slut than a nun... Let's see if we're going to scandalize your husband, the faggot... Mom burst out laughing and collected all the slobber from Sor Teresa's chin with the thong, who humbly let herself be done. Upon entering the living room, we found the usual scene: my father, the prick, slumped in front of the TV with a beer can and a bowl of fried potatoes, watching sports on TV. So, of course, he was going to get himself in shape right away... He made an attempt to stand up to greet the nun who had just entered, but his belly and gravity prevented him from doing so, and he awkwardly sank back into the sofa again. Mom looked at me smiling, and I put on a poker face. Sor Teresa put her best beatific saint face on and approached... sofa to greet the cuck: -Don't get up, don't get up... I'm Sister Teresa from the Convent of the Trinitarians, who have come to visit the parish and his wife and son, who are very kind to me and have invited me to their house. -Delighted, delighted... –said Dad, reclining and trying to stand up to kiss the nun. I quickly made a gesture to Teresa not to let her get close to my father's face, and she caught it immediately, leaving my father in a state of interrupted coitus at the same time as she stretched out her hand to caress the poor cuck's hand. Dad gave his hand and fell back down again. -Excuse me for not getting up... –said the old man.- But I just had knee surgery and... –yes, that was true, but so was his paunchy belly... What, on the other hand, made me feel very good for fucking my wife's slut... -Of course, of course, don't worry... –she replied kindly -Dad, –I intervened –let's go upstairs with Sor Teresa and Mom. Sor Teresa has to show us some things from the parish mission in Africa and the Third World on the computer... -Very well, very well... –said he.- Go with God... –he tried to make one of his unfunny jokes... -See you later. –we all responded in unison. And there we went up the three of us. My two whores and I, ready to have a good time. That day I was especially perverse and as soon as we got to the room I told them to leave the door open so I could hear if the cuck decided to come upstairs and ruin the party. Although that had the drawback that the screams of my two whores could be heard from the living room. Quickly I made a cost-benefit calculation of the situation and concluded with a screw the faggot!... and opted for turning the TV up loud, as always with music videos or good-looking women in general, and wait for if any cry or moan filtered through, the cuck to
attributed to television. Although at this point, what my stupid father thought was starting to matter very little to me. I only spared him the embarrassment of seeing how slutty his wife was, out of respect for her, who didn't want to upset him any more than necessary. Deep down she was a saint... ha ha ha. Next, I ordered them to undress, while I waited in bed on the king-size mattress in my room with my cock pointing at the ceiling. When they came closer, wobbling their tits, I shouted imperatively: 'Hey, you, Saint Teresa!' - the nun stopped instantly. - Maturely putting on that black-hooded habit of yours that gives me a thrill to screw while wearing... Come on, snap out of it! Teresa smiled and, with her head bowed, rushed to put on her veil. While she was doing so, Mom had already started licking my balls and butt, which she preferred... In the end I only had Teresa for a little bit with the hood on. I let her come closer and start sucking my cock until the bell clapper while Mom penetrated me with her tongue. I enjoyed it, but when I saw that I couldn't control the nun's head as I liked, grabbing her by the hair, I ripped off her veil from the pot at the same time as shouting: 'Take this crap off, pig!' - she cooperated and let out her red mane into the air. The moment I grabbed her hair and started pushing my cock down her throat until her balls. She was choking, almost bringing her head together with Mom's. She was spitting bubbles onto my balls that were dripping onto Mom's face. I was bellowing like a madman. We were having a wild scandal. It's amazing the cuck didn't hear it from downstairs. I suppose he must have thought it was the TV or something. I think by now he should be used to strange noises. With the thing of screwing my mother, the slut of his wife, using slaps on the butt and unbridled shouts, those strange noises must have become normal for him. I suppose that's partly because... I wanted to suspect and, on the other hand, if some poorly made cigarette butt from my lover's wife kept falling out of time to time, it was enough for me. Sometimes I would squeeze her head hard against the nun against my balls until she would see that she was out of breath. Then I would stretch her hard and she would gasp like a fish out of water. Breathing heavily like a madwoman with tearful eyes and a face full of slobber. I would bring her close to my chest and screaming: Uuuuh, look at the little saint's pig-faced!, I would spit on her several times before rubbing saliva all over her face and pushing her back onto the cock as soon as she had recovered her breath. I repeated the operation several times until I got tired. Meanwhile, mom kept wiping off the butt. When I'd been at it for a quarter of an hour, I yelled: Come on, bitches, switch partners! And my mother, who already knew what was going on, proceeded to eat the cock while Teresa recovered her battered throat by licking my butt. Mom, knowing my tastes, put herself with her ass in pompa near my face and hands. So, while directing her head into the metesaca with one hand, with the other I would be rubbing her buttocks, giving her loud slaps like a drum until she was well red, and then when I was about to come, I'd put my fingers in the butt to stimulate her suckling. Finally, I came like an animal, putting my index finger all the way into her ass and squeezing her head hard against my balls so that it would go all the way in. At the same time, I squeezed my legs so that Sor Teresa's face, especially her mouth and tongue, would stick to my babosed butt. I let out a beastly grunt that I'm sure made my father's cuck on the sofa jump, and spat strongly onto my mother's cheek, which was puffing and making bubbles through the holes of the nappies. As always when I did one of these wild sessions, I had prepared the HD video camera In a tripod to record the spectacle and then recreate myself and prepare some video for the web of the brothel club. I took a long minute to relax, while my cock was pulsating and releasing semen into mom's throat. I was puffing between teeth and finally, grasping with force the head of my slut, I said: -Listen well, filthy promiscuous one, I'm going to let you go and I don't want you to swallow the prize or lose a drop... Are you okay? -Mmmmmmiiii! –she tried to respond with her cock embedded in her throat. -Veryyyy, good sow! Now I want you to share your prize with our beloved nun... And, pulling a strong tug on her head, I lifted her up from my cocksucking morcilla, leaving a large drool trail that spread across the head of the other slut and all over the bed. Although she, knowing the instructions I had just given her, quickly closed her mouth after recovering her breath to not lose any cum. At the same time, I had pulled out my finger from her ass and smelled it for a moment, noticing the anal aromas before rubbing it well on Sister Teresa's nose and ordering her to suck it well and leave it clean. She made a small attempt to withdraw her face after smelling it, but after a slap and a tug of hair, she soon realized the absurdity of her attitude and swallowed my finger sucking it greedily. Then, Teresa positioned herself as I had ordered my bitches when I was screwing them in pairs, just below mom's face and with her mouth open. While I watched the scene and recovered, my mother was pouring the cocktail of semen and drool into Teresa's open mouth that tried to conserve the contents like a container, without any miserable drop escaping from her lips. They repeated the operation for a few minutes while my cock relaxed. Occasionally, I contributed with some saliva to encourage them, which they received with undisguised joy. When I got tired of the show, I ordered them to... Let them show the content of what I had taken in that moment, looking at the camera, before swallowing it. -Veryyyy good! -I said - And now, a big smile for your fans... Both smiled very stupidly. I relaxed and lay down on the bed, slightly elevated with the help of the pillow, to pay attention to the videos coming out of the TV. Teresa curled up beside me, her face resting on my chest and her little hand caressing my cock with softness. My mother was about to do the same, but I stopped her: -Wait a moment, Promiscuous. Do me a favor, go down and bring up a couple of beer cans that I've got thirsty... -But... -she replied, surprised... she was aware that her appearance wasn't the most suitable for passing in front of her beloved husband on her way to the kitchen. -Not even but, not even hostias! -I cut her off, drastic - Put a bra or whatever comes out of your ass and bring them, okay, pig? -Clear, Marcos, clear... -she replied submissive, picking up a t-shirt that was lying at the back of the room. She put it on without a bra or anything. Luckily, her breasts still held firm thanks to exercise. The nipples marked themselves firmly through the fabric. After recovering, she put on a spinning pantsuit that she had around and also went barefoot, highlighting her perfect cleavage. Before leaving, she looked at me. -Am I okay like this, son? -she asked insinuatingly. I made a gesture for her to turn around. She turned around in a circle and came back smiling. I gave her a kiss and confirmed what was evident: -You're perfect! You look like an authentic gym put... -That's what I am... -she said, turning and heading down the stairs. -Wait! -I stopped her - I thought of something while I'm recovering... Why don't you lift your leg? -Which one? The big one? -Yes, slut Promiscuous, the big one... Which one is it going to be? -Okay, okay, agreed...! offended - I thought it was only for big occasions... -Today is a great occasion... Don't you see we have Mother Teresa of Calcuta here, prepared for martyrdom... -and, laughing, I grabbed Teresa's hair and gave her an intense blow job. Mom came out wobbling her ass graciously down the stairs, while my favorite nun continued to caress me softly on the tail that was already starting to react, looking at the screen at Beyoncé shaking her ass. Five minutes later, my slut mother appeared with a pack of six fresh beers and a plastic bag with the cock inside. She distributed three cans and we started drinking eagerly. -Tell me, how's the faggot? -I asked mom. -He's over there, watching TV... He looked at me with a slightly strange face when I passed by, but didn't say anything. I suppose he thinks I'm doing some kind of exercise up here or something... -Yes, yeah, sure, what an idiot... -Teresa intervened - Exercise with the tits hanging out, ha ha ha... -Hey, pig -I cut in - Don't even think about messing with my dad! -Mom laughed at my intervention - We only get involved with the cuck ourselves! Isn't that right, mom? -Of course, dearie... -Mom was lying next to me and brought her face close to give me a kiss. -The faggot cock is ours... When we finished the beer, I decided to continue the party. -Well, mom, now I want to have some fun for a while watching a good show. You can bring out the cock now. Mom opened the bag and pulled out a 40-centimeter latex dildo with a cap on each side. It was thick and flexible, ideal for two pigs to fuck it at the same time... In the center, there was a red mark made with an indelible marker. -Now I want you both to get down on all fours, facing each other, and swallow the cock until you reach the red mark and suck each other. -I only had to think about the scene to have my tail like a rock, and that's even though it was only 20 minutes since I'd come. If the math doesn't add up, you have twenty centimeters to each other in the throat. You can start now, and I'll immortalize the scene with a good video for La Parroquia's WhatsApp group. And, in honor of the truth, it was a spectacle worthy of the most pornographic mind. On Porn Hub or any of the best adult websites that swarm the net, they would have fought to get a video so dirty, filthy and, why not say it, genius. The two whores fitted each other, each one on either side, the rubber cock and, slowly, getting used to the size, were advancing, each one on their own, crawling over the bed, with their mature slut jets facing each other. With eyes wide open and crying from effort, forehead beaded with sweat in the heated room and saliva dripping down the throat and escaping from their mouths, falling onto the bedspread. In the background, the TV screen with black hamstrings shaking the pandero and I, observing the scene with my stiff tail and shouting without cutting off the words of 'caring and encouragement' that I knew would excite my whores: 'Swallow, dirty sluts, swallow! Pus! What a pair of pigs! A beata mother of family, more slut than hens, who fucks her son and everything that moves, and a nun who changed faith for the cock of her nephew!' And all the retinue of shouts and yells was accompanied by slaps on the buttocks of the whores, tugs on the nipples, and occasionally, I would collect the saliva dripping onto the bed to rub it over both jets. Finally, after five minutes of effort, they managed to reach the mark where the lips met. At that moment, I told them to hold on for a bit, now it was my turn to enjoy myself. So, after making a circular traveling shot of the romantic scene, I put away my phone, set up the tripod camera focusing on the milf whores and, with my stiff tail, directed myself to complete my work '. masturbator of emasculation. I picked up some of the saliva that was dripping from their jaws and well-greased my stiff cock before heading to the monjita's ass. I aimed well at her butt and impaled her with a single blow. She let out a moan. She couldn't scream and released a pair of thick tears. Although, she quickly recovered and started moving her hips to squeeze my cock, as she knew I liked it. I spent about five minutes giving it to her, pulling her hair and throwing licks on her head, trying to hit my mother's jaw. I set myself the challenge of marking her two saliva-filled eyes and it took me a bit, but I succeeded. Plus, a bonus track of lick on her napkin, which slid towards Teresa's lips. Observing my mother's supplicating eyes before I came, I decided to give her her ration of cock. So I changed direction and repeated the operation, listening to my mom's moans coming from the crevices between her thigh, mouth, and saturated nose, where a globule of saliva, mucus, and my licks' residue would occasionally swell on her face. When I was about to come, I left my mother's ass and stood in front of the camera. And aiming at the joined faces of the two whores, I sprayed them with warm semen. In their gaze, it seemed to me that they were expressing gratitude, and while I returned to my throne in the center of the bed to relax, I ordered them to pull out their thigh. They did it slowly, delaying in the pleasure of observing each other, face-to-face, with their jaws about to dislodge. As they separated from each other, the enormous dildo emerged into the light, soaked in saliva and shining. After that, I told them not to wash their faces, that the way to clean themselves was by licking each other, which they did gladly, while I returned to immortalize the event with my mobile. -Damn! –I said –With this video we're going to blow it up more than how you left me the ass, you whores! They laughed and continued to suck each other. It was after... once. And I proposed to the whores to order some pizzas for dinner. They accepted gladly. I sent mom downstairs to tell the cuck to call. He obediently did so, and happy about the opulent dinner that awaited him, he made the call. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang and mom, with a thin towel covering her nakedness, came down to pick up the order and, since she was there, gave the hard-on to the delivery guy. She left a tip for his stunning cleavage and, after leaving a familiar pizza for the cuck, who was still watching TV with his broken leg, went back upstairs with the loot and another round of beers. It was time to rest and recover. We ate at the small desk table and then went back to sleep in bed. I was in the middle, flanked by the two hams that supported their tits on my chest and watched happily at TV. It didn't seem necessary to propose to Teresa to stay. It seemed like she took it for granted. Besides, it would be good for us all to sleep together, since mom wouldn't have to go back to the marital bedroom. All I had to do was tell the faggot that I'd been working all night with Sor Teresa... about missions in Africa and stuff. After all, it wasn't far from reality. A couple of times I woke up during the night to see the two bitches going at it, eating each other's cunts respectively or with one of them sucking my exhausted cock while the other licked her clitoris. A bunch of wolves.
boca, like her asshole and pussy were swallowing without batting an eye the chunk of her nephew's sobriety. The boy, loaded with testosterone, didn't remain indifferent to his aunt's massive body and by the second day was already sneaking in a hand. The aunt would bless herself and pretend to be offended, but she wouldn't delay in abandoning prayer to start worshiping her nephew's cock. And four years later she was still installed in that tiny room, subjected to a tough regimen of at least two ejaculations a day. Ejaculations she enjoyed like a vocational slut. The nephew, privately, treated her like a submissive whore. In the room he would make her wear provocative lingerie, but at the same time he'd make her put on a large crucifix hanging between her enormous tits and wear a nun's habit on her head. She would inevitably end up covered in some of the cum shots that didn't end in her throat, asshole or pussy. It was all quite morbid. Especially because, to the outside world, she would obligate her to dress modestly and with clothes, I mean, anti-luxury. Although under them there would only be a dental floss thong and Chinese balls on her ass. Obviously, she had completely and definitively depilated herself, besides getting tattooed with some religious motif, like a crucified Christ on her pubis. It was a fairly realistic drawing, although tacky with greed, a little bit of legionnaire's roll. She also had several crowns of thorns tattooed around her thighs and two large angel wings on her back. It was all of a finished bad taste but gave our little nun a kitschy touch that accentuated the morbidness. Since we opened 'The Parish' the kid had become a regular. More than anything because the type of whores we offered were what interested him. And, in view of the posters soliciting prostitutes, he had decided to get to work and convince our little nun that it was time to make money to leave her hole of a room. parents. His goal was to rent an apartment for her, in which, of course, he would install himself to enjoy her and, incidentally, some other hookup he might get. I still remember the day the boy came with his slut. They both entered my office. He smiling and proud and she behind him with her head bowed down, shy, as if ashamed of having a scandalous body. I gave the boy's hand a courteous handshake and observed the Promiscuous one, like someone looking at a precious but inanimate object. Without thinking at all about what she might feel. The first day I liked to flirt a little with whores and treat them like merchandise, humiliating them so they'd realize who cuts the bacon. The boy accepted the cup I served him and settled onto the sofa, watching the scene with a cocky smile. Not losing any detail of how the new owner of his aunt, was observing her meticulously as if she were a cattle trader. As he went around and palpated her body, he asked me questions as if she weren't there: -This pig isn't so bad, and what do you say her name is? -Teresa. She's my aunt, sister of my mother. What a marvel in bed! She sucks like God! Well, it'll be less soon, I thought. I lifted her chin with my finger, gently, and she, submissive, obeyed the gesture and straightened her face. -You're precious, Teresa,' I said to her. She made an attempt at a smile, which I took advantage of by launching a powerful saliva stream that extended from her eye to her nose, dripping towards her mouth. Her smile froze on her face in surprise, and I continued. -Relax, slut! It's a welcome gift.' At the same time, I gave her a gentle slap and slipped my hands under her modest jersey to fondle her enormous breasts. She obeyed by licking her lips, and I directed myself at the nephew and asked him: -What age does this sow have? -She just turned 52, Marcos... -A wonderful age... Turn around, pig!' I yelled. She obeyed quickly, and I pushed her body towards the table, making it bend and put her ass in pomp. I lifted her skirt. She squeezed, bent over the table and pushed up her ass humbly. It's clear that her nephew had taught her well. When I lifted the rustic flannel skirt she was wearing, I could appreciate her excellent buttocks, culminating in enormous and swinging cheeks, inside which the dental thread of the thong she wore got lost. I gave her a couple of strong slaps on each cheek and shouted: -Open up your ass, Promiscuous! She obeyed immediately and, with both hands, separated the slaps, showing a precious brown hole over which the black thong thread was placed. -This crap bothers me. –I said, and, picking up some scissors I had on the table, cut the straps of the thong that fell to the floor. I picked it up for a moment and smelled it from the part that had been in contact with the pussy. What a delight! After that, I brought it to her face. She didn't need me to explain anything; she simply opened her mouth and put it inside. It was small and surely wouldn't bother her at all if she sucked on it for a bit. She continued with her ass exposed and I knelt down and brought my face close. I could see that it was perfectly shaved. Both the butt and the vulva visible underneath were as smooth as silk. First, I sniffed the butt a little. The little smell put my tail in a chokehold. Then I started licking it and penetrating it with my tongue, while fingering her. The very foxy woman was squirting and didn't take more than two seconds to start moaning and slobbering through her underwear on the table. -Are you horny, eh? –I said -Síiiiiii... –she managed to say with her mouth full. Her nephew looked at her, savoring his drink and rubbing himself over his pants. I realized it and decided to score a point with the kid. -I see you like the treatment I'm giving this sow... -Well, it turns me on... –he responded. -The thing is that your aunt likes me. She seems first-class material. And as a courtesy, while I'm trying her out, instead of leaving What are you going to do? That's what guys who bring us to their whores while they take the exam usually do, I'm going to call one of the girls to give you a blow job... Do you mind? The guy opened his eyes like plates and remained speechless in front of the generous offer, nodding his head. He was happy, the nun promised, and mentally he was already planning performances with her. I saw Sor Teresa and Fátima, one with a headscarf and the other with a hijab, putting on a good lesbian show while they screwed some lucky guy. I picked up the phone from the table and called: -Mom, who's free now? -Ugh! -my mother groaned on the other end of the line- Well, to be honest, almost everyone is busy... Well, I'm free, but I'd have to leave the reception... -No, no... -I replied - I prefer you stay at the door. Then is there nobody else? -Well, there's Rosa, Oscar's ex-mother-in-law, but she's still a little green. She started two days ago and is still in training, so to speak. -Oh, that's fine. You can send her, it's just about giving a blow job... And that, according to Oscar, she controls pretty well, haha. -Ok, I'll send her now. -my mother responded - Perfect, see you later. I turned back to Teresa's nephew and told him: -You can go ahead and take your cock out. Now one of the girls is coming and will suck it while I'm going to brush my aunt's hair. -Great, thanks Marcos -he said at the same time as he had already taken his dick out and was wanking it. -Don't go too fast, dude. See if you don't come before the girl gets here... -I told him between laughs. And I turned towards Teresa, who had barely moved. This time I proposed making her come. So I started licking her pussy like a cow licking its calves, while massaging her clitoris at top speed. Her body began to shake and in less than two minutes she was coming like an animal. She was... giving a little scream like a possessed person, while I was giving the last licks to her ass, just when little Rosa, our latest acquisition, entered my office. She wore an old-fashioned corset that made her enormous tits spill over the top. She wasn't wearing panties, only black stockings and a garter belt. Plus some high-heeled shoes that barely hid her small stature. Her figure, with that tight corset and huge tits and ass, plus thick legs, made the word voluptuous pale. For a moment, looking at her, I felt like leaving Sor Teresa aside and giving Rosa a good pounding, but when there's work to be done, there's work, and now it was time for the new member of the club to take the test. Rosa, upon entering, stopped for a moment, frozen in shock at the scene. With Teresa bent over the table, recovering from her orgasm, and my nephew with his cock out on the sofa, while I, still with my face wet from eating her ass and pussy, started to lower my pants. But Rosa, who was already getting used to the work at La Parroquia, knew that in our business, these things were just part of every day, so she regained her composure instantly. -Hello, Marcos, you called me! -Hello, Rosa, good. Yes, look. Please, would you mind going down on this boy while I'm giving his aunt the test? -Of course, Marcos, no problem. –and, neither slow nor lazy, picked up one of the sofa cushions, planted it on the floor and, after kneeling between the boy's legs, swallowed the cock all the way to the bell. It was a pretty normal cock, to be honest. Jorge gave a muffled groan and let himself be done with, holding Rosa's hair. Meanwhile, I told Teresa to get undressed. While she was stripping and admiring her body, I imitated her and also got naked, with my cock hard. Sor Teresa smiled and bowed her head humbly. It's clear that her nephew had it well trained. I sat down in the armchair of the office and told her to get a cushion. -Now, let's see if you're as good at sucking cocks as your nephew says. You can start now. She placed the cushion on the floor between my open legs. She knelt down and, after spitting on it, swallowed it all the way up to the bell without blinking. She started a rapid back-and-forth motion, with the cock crossing her trachea that left me stuck to the seat and almost out of breath. The truth is that the little nun was blessed by the god of fellatio. She was an authentic machine and had me leaving my mouth open. From the sofa across from us, her nephew smiled proudly. And even Rosa had paused for a moment during the blow job to observe Teresa's excellent work. There was a brief instant where time seemed to freeze, with all three of us in the room watching the rhythmic bobbing of her head swallowing my cock. All that could be heard was the sound of the cock entering her throat, while streams of saliva fell onto my balls, wetting the armchair and forming a small puddle on the floor. The charm only lasted for a minute. I realized I was about to come and grabbed her hair to stop the blow job. She, gasping like a fish out of water, looked at me surprised and said, frightened: -What's wrong, Marcos, am I not doing it right? -No, precious, no, on the contrary... -I calmed her down by stroking her sweaty cheeks.- What's wrong is that you're doing it too well, and the last thing I want is to come so quickly. I'd rather try out the rest of her body first. Although it seems like she's already aced the test with flying colors... Rosa, who was listening to the conversation while sucking her nephew's cock, increased the intensity of her sucks, to the delight of the boy. Apparently, she wanted to imitate the champion she had just seen. But it was clear that she lacked practice and only managed to choke, drool, and have hiccups. The nephew, however, It didn't seem to be at all concerned about it and let her do it relaxed, marking the rhythm with his hand, reclining on the sofa and savoring, occasionally, the cup he had on the coffee table. I gave Teresa a intense kiss, grabbed her wrists, and after lifting her up, indicated that she should lean against the table again, inclined forward. I positioned myself behind her and started to screw her roughly, alternating between her ass and pussy. She began to make loud noises. The nephew, who was watching everything from the sofa, asked if he could also screw Rosa. I told him of course. And I think I did a good favor to poor Rosa, who lifted her head completely congested. Delighted to be rid of the infernal blow job. She soon sat on the cock of the nephew and started riding him at a good pace. But this one wanted more and, after feeling her butt, good Rosa understood what was going on and changed the cockhole. This seemed to please the boy quite a bit more, who began to make loud noises too. After about ten minutes in which practically the only thing that could be heard in the room were moans and splashes, I decided to end the session: Come on, cunts, both of you get down on your knees in the center of the room! -I shouted. Both whores turned around and ran to kneel in front of my cock. With a gesture, I indicated that the nephew should come over and, placed next to me, began to wag his tail in front of the sweaty jetts of the whores. Thirty seconds later, we both came. We left the faces of both like a painter's radio, full of sperm and splashes. They, with their mouths open, barely received a small part of cum on their tongues. Most of the semen remained scattered over their faces, breasts, and the rest of their plump bodies. I looked at both of them satisfied and told them: Excellent work, bitches! Now you can lick your jetts and clean up this mess. While they were doing it, I patted Teresa's macaroni on the head and congratulated her. Thanks to your Promiscuous's excellent training. -Oh, damn it, male, she's an extraordinary Promiscuous! I'll contract her ipso facto. When can she start working with us? -Thanks, Marcos! Whenever you're good. If you want, I'll send her tomorrow. -Well, perfect. Send her tomorrow. –I turned towards Rosa, who had just been licking Teresa's face and was now entwined with her in a sloppy kiss. –Rosa, beautiful, when you leave, tell my mother to take Teresa's data and explain how this works. Tell her she starts tomorrow and indicate where the agency is so she can go sign the contract. -Okay, Marcos. I'll tell her now.- And she got up, adjusting her corset and searching for her high heels before rushing off to the reception, where my mother was waiting for clients. Teresa left while getting dressed at the same time. And I took advantage to slap her ass several times and congratulate her effusively on her excellent behavior. She, with her head bowed and submissive as usual, smiled and whispered a timid: -Thank you very much. –Before leaving the room, following her proud nephew. In our new chalet home, I had converted the upper floor into a stable to share with Mom's pig. Downstairs was the living room and the master bedroom, where she sometimes slept with the cuck when he came home. The old man, getting fatter and lazier by the day, always avoided going up the stairs whenever possible. He was content to stay next to the kitchen or in front of the TV. It was Mom who really made an effort to go up and down all the time. With excuses like fixing the rooms upstairs or ironing or doing laundry. I had already taken care of setting up a clothesline and a room for the washer and ironer on the upper floor. What the cuck didn't know was that I took the dirty laundry to have it washed and ironed by Mrs. The Parish who cleaned our house. each day to be there for at least an hour each time, I would do it to eat my cock or have it fuck me through all its holes. We did it in a straightforward plan and quite calmly. With the security roll of the chalet, due to possible thefts and those things, I had filled the house with sensors and put a detector on the stairs that made a red light turn on when someone climbed up, so there was time for the slut to hide if the faggot wanted to make a surprise visit. But, given the characteristics of the pichafloja, we didn't worry too much about the possibility of a surprise visit: between the fridge, stuffed with canapés, beer cans and other nonsense, and the plasma screen I had installed, with all the world's football channels and more, it was quite remote that the fat one would decide to go on an adventure. In any case, the old man still followed his work rhythms of two or three weeks away and one at home, so my slut mother and I had free time to do whatever we wanted. So, when the cuck wasn't around, she was all the time in her underwear also on the ground floor of the chalet. And I would fuck her wildly everywhere, without respecting, of course, the marital bed. In fact, I used to give her quite virulent ejaculations on the marriage bed, where I placed the photo of the happy marriage in a visible place, to remind mom who was the new guy at home. A couple of times I took advantage to come on the photo of the smiling cuck and forced her, pressing her head against the glass, to lick all the cum from the photo, while I spat in her face and insulted her. I was in sexual bliss. Well, actually we were, because mom was also reaching perfection as a slut. Each day was more vicious and she liked making bolder proposals. Sometimes we would bring some Promiscuous from La Parroquia to mount a trio... There was a day when mom and I brought home, Teresa, the former nun. Before leaving The Parish mom always wore appropriate clothes for a modest housewife. More than anything, to avoid uncomfortable questions from cuck when he arrived home. That day she did it like that and asked our piggy nun to put on her old habit, which she still had. In the car I made Sor Teresa sit in the passenger seat because I wanted mom to go down on me during the ride, to get myself in the mood. Mom was making a finger gesture from behind, warning if someone might see us. We arrived at home with the cock like a mast. It cost me to keep it in my pants. The nun's pig had thick red lips and saliva running down her chin. I looked at her lovingly and did what I usually do in these cases. I asked her to open her mouth, launched a big spitball, and gave her two loving slaps while reminding her of how slutty she was. She smiled proudly. I pushed her onto the hood, made her lift up her habit, and with mom's help, pulled off her thong by force. Then I threw it to mom at the same time telling her: -Come on, clean the pig's face, it looks more like a slut than a nun... Let's see if we're going to scandalize your husband, the faggot... Mom burst out laughing and collected all the slobber from Sor Teresa's chin with the thong, who humbly let herself be done. Upon entering the living room, we found the usual scene: my father, the prick, slumped in front of the TV with a beer can and a bowl of fried potatoes, watching sports on TV. So, of course, he was going to get himself in shape right away... He made an attempt to stand up to greet the nun who had just entered, but his belly and gravity prevented him from doing so, and he awkwardly sank back into the sofa again. Mom looked at me smiling, and I put on a poker face. Sor Teresa put her best beatific saint face on and approached... sofa to greet the cuck: -Don't get up, don't get up... I'm Sister Teresa from the Convent of the Trinitarians, who have come to visit the parish and his wife and son, who are very kind to me and have invited me to their house. -Delighted, delighted... –said Dad, reclining and trying to stand up to kiss the nun. I quickly made a gesture to Teresa not to let her get close to my father's face, and she caught it immediately, leaving my father in a state of interrupted coitus at the same time as she stretched out her hand to caress the poor cuck's hand. Dad gave his hand and fell back down again. -Excuse me for not getting up... –said the old man.- But I just had knee surgery and... –yes, that was true, but so was his paunchy belly... What, on the other hand, made me feel very good for fucking my wife's slut... -Of course, of course, don't worry... –she replied kindly -Dad, –I intervened –let's go upstairs with Sor Teresa and Mom. Sor Teresa has to show us some things from the parish mission in Africa and the Third World on the computer... -Very well, very well... –said he.- Go with God... –he tried to make one of his unfunny jokes... -See you later. –we all responded in unison. And there we went up the three of us. My two whores and I, ready to have a good time. That day I was especially perverse and as soon as we got to the room I told them to leave the door open so I could hear if the cuck decided to come upstairs and ruin the party. Although that had the drawback that the screams of my two whores could be heard from the living room. Quickly I made a cost-benefit calculation of the situation and concluded with a screw the faggot!... and opted for turning the TV up loud, as always with music videos or good-looking women in general, and wait for if any cry or moan filtered through, the cuck to
attributed to television. Although at this point, what my stupid father thought was starting to matter very little to me. I only spared him the embarrassment of seeing how slutty his wife was, out of respect for her, who didn't want to upset him any more than necessary. Deep down she was a saint... ha ha ha. Next, I ordered them to undress, while I waited in bed on the king-size mattress in my room with my cock pointing at the ceiling. When they came closer, wobbling their tits, I shouted imperatively: 'Hey, you, Saint Teresa!' - the nun stopped instantly. - Maturely putting on that black-hooded habit of yours that gives me a thrill to screw while wearing... Come on, snap out of it! Teresa smiled and, with her head bowed, rushed to put on her veil. While she was doing so, Mom had already started licking my balls and butt, which she preferred... In the end I only had Teresa for a little bit with the hood on. I let her come closer and start sucking my cock until the bell clapper while Mom penetrated me with her tongue. I enjoyed it, but when I saw that I couldn't control the nun's head as I liked, grabbing her by the hair, I ripped off her veil from the pot at the same time as shouting: 'Take this crap off, pig!' - she cooperated and let out her red mane into the air. The moment I grabbed her hair and started pushing my cock down her throat until her balls. She was choking, almost bringing her head together with Mom's. She was spitting bubbles onto my balls that were dripping onto Mom's face. I was bellowing like a madman. We were having a wild scandal. It's amazing the cuck didn't hear it from downstairs. I suppose he must have thought it was the TV or something. I think by now he should be used to strange noises. With the thing of screwing my mother, the slut of his wife, using slaps on the butt and unbridled shouts, those strange noises must have become normal for him. I suppose that's partly because... I wanted to suspect and, on the other hand, if some poorly made cigarette butt from my lover's wife kept falling out of time to time, it was enough for me. Sometimes I would squeeze her head hard against the nun against my balls until she would see that she was out of breath. Then I would stretch her hard and she would gasp like a fish out of water. Breathing heavily like a madwoman with tearful eyes and a face full of slobber. I would bring her close to my chest and screaming: Uuuuh, look at the little saint's pig-faced!, I would spit on her several times before rubbing saliva all over her face and pushing her back onto the cock as soon as she had recovered her breath. I repeated the operation several times until I got tired. Meanwhile, mom kept wiping off the butt. When I'd been at it for a quarter of an hour, I yelled: Come on, bitches, switch partners! And my mother, who already knew what was going on, proceeded to eat the cock while Teresa recovered her battered throat by licking my butt. Mom, knowing my tastes, put herself with her ass in pompa near my face and hands. So, while directing her head into the metesaca with one hand, with the other I would be rubbing her buttocks, giving her loud slaps like a drum until she was well red, and then when I was about to come, I'd put my fingers in the butt to stimulate her suckling. Finally, I came like an animal, putting my index finger all the way into her ass and squeezing her head hard against my balls so that it would go all the way in. At the same time, I squeezed my legs so that Sor Teresa's face, especially her mouth and tongue, would stick to my babosed butt. I let out a beastly grunt that I'm sure made my father's cuck on the sofa jump, and spat strongly onto my mother's cheek, which was puffing and making bubbles through the holes of the nappies. As always when I did one of these wild sessions, I had prepared the HD video camera In a tripod to record the spectacle and then recreate myself and prepare some video for the web of the brothel club. I took a long minute to relax, while my cock was pulsating and releasing semen into mom's throat. I was puffing between teeth and finally, grasping with force the head of my slut, I said: -Listen well, filthy promiscuous one, I'm going to let you go and I don't want you to swallow the prize or lose a drop... Are you okay? -Mmmmmmiiii! –she tried to respond with her cock embedded in her throat. -Veryyyy, good sow! Now I want you to share your prize with our beloved nun... And, pulling a strong tug on her head, I lifted her up from my cocksucking morcilla, leaving a large drool trail that spread across the head of the other slut and all over the bed. Although she, knowing the instructions I had just given her, quickly closed her mouth after recovering her breath to not lose any cum. At the same time, I had pulled out my finger from her ass and smelled it for a moment, noticing the anal aromas before rubbing it well on Sister Teresa's nose and ordering her to suck it well and leave it clean. She made a small attempt to withdraw her face after smelling it, but after a slap and a tug of hair, she soon realized the absurdity of her attitude and swallowed my finger sucking it greedily. Then, Teresa positioned herself as I had ordered my bitches when I was screwing them in pairs, just below mom's face and with her mouth open. While I watched the scene and recovered, my mother was pouring the cocktail of semen and drool into Teresa's open mouth that tried to conserve the contents like a container, without any miserable drop escaping from her lips. They repeated the operation for a few minutes while my cock relaxed. Occasionally, I contributed with some saliva to encourage them, which they received with undisguised joy. When I got tired of the show, I ordered them to... Let them show the content of what I had taken in that moment, looking at the camera, before swallowing it. -Veryyyy good! -I said - And now, a big smile for your fans... Both smiled very stupidly. I relaxed and lay down on the bed, slightly elevated with the help of the pillow, to pay attention to the videos coming out of the TV. Teresa curled up beside me, her face resting on my chest and her little hand caressing my cock with softness. My mother was about to do the same, but I stopped her: -Wait a moment, Promiscuous. Do me a favor, go down and bring up a couple of beer cans that I've got thirsty... -But... -she replied, surprised... she was aware that her appearance wasn't the most suitable for passing in front of her beloved husband on her way to the kitchen. -Not even but, not even hostias! -I cut her off, drastic - Put a bra or whatever comes out of your ass and bring them, okay, pig? -Clear, Marcos, clear... -she replied submissive, picking up a t-shirt that was lying at the back of the room. She put it on without a bra or anything. Luckily, her breasts still held firm thanks to exercise. The nipples marked themselves firmly through the fabric. After recovering, she put on a spinning pantsuit that she had around and also went barefoot, highlighting her perfect cleavage. Before leaving, she looked at me. -Am I okay like this, son? -she asked insinuatingly. I made a gesture for her to turn around. She turned around in a circle and came back smiling. I gave her a kiss and confirmed what was evident: -You're perfect! You look like an authentic gym put... -That's what I am... -she said, turning and heading down the stairs. -Wait! -I stopped her - I thought of something while I'm recovering... Why don't you lift your leg? -Which one? The big one? -Yes, slut Promiscuous, the big one... Which one is it going to be? -Okay, okay, agreed...! offended - I thought it was only for big occasions... -Today is a great occasion... Don't you see we have Mother Teresa of Calcuta here, prepared for martyrdom... -and, laughing, I grabbed Teresa's hair and gave her an intense blow job. Mom came out wobbling her ass graciously down the stairs, while my favorite nun continued to caress me softly on the tail that was already starting to react, looking at the screen at Beyoncé shaking her ass. Five minutes later, my slut mother appeared with a pack of six fresh beers and a plastic bag with the cock inside. She distributed three cans and we started drinking eagerly. -Tell me, how's the faggot? -I asked mom. -He's over there, watching TV... He looked at me with a slightly strange face when I passed by, but didn't say anything. I suppose he thinks I'm doing some kind of exercise up here or something... -Yes, yeah, sure, what an idiot... -Teresa intervened - Exercise with the tits hanging out, ha ha ha... -Hey, pig -I cut in - Don't even think about messing with my dad! -Mom laughed at my intervention - We only get involved with the cuck ourselves! Isn't that right, mom? -Of course, dearie... -Mom was lying next to me and brought her face close to give me a kiss. -The faggot cock is ours... When we finished the beer, I decided to continue the party. -Well, mom, now I want to have some fun for a while watching a good show. You can bring out the cock now. Mom opened the bag and pulled out a 40-centimeter latex dildo with a cap on each side. It was thick and flexible, ideal for two pigs to fuck it at the same time... In the center, there was a red mark made with an indelible marker. -Now I want you both to get down on all fours, facing each other, and swallow the cock until you reach the red mark and suck each other. -I only had to think about the scene to have my tail like a rock, and that's even though it was only 20 minutes since I'd come. If the math doesn't add up, you have twenty centimeters to each other in the throat. You can start now, and I'll immortalize the scene with a good video for La Parroquia's WhatsApp group. And, in honor of the truth, it was a spectacle worthy of the most pornographic mind. On Porn Hub or any of the best adult websites that swarm the net, they would have fought to get a video so dirty, filthy and, why not say it, genius. The two whores fitted each other, each one on either side, the rubber cock and, slowly, getting used to the size, were advancing, each one on their own, crawling over the bed, with their mature slut jets facing each other. With eyes wide open and crying from effort, forehead beaded with sweat in the heated room and saliva dripping down the throat and escaping from their mouths, falling onto the bedspread. In the background, the TV screen with black hamstrings shaking the pandero and I, observing the scene with my stiff tail and shouting without cutting off the words of 'caring and encouragement' that I knew would excite my whores: 'Swallow, dirty sluts, swallow! Pus! What a pair of pigs! A beata mother of family, more slut than hens, who fucks her son and everything that moves, and a nun who changed faith for the cock of her nephew!' And all the retinue of shouts and yells was accompanied by slaps on the buttocks of the whores, tugs on the nipples, and occasionally, I would collect the saliva dripping onto the bed to rub it over both jets. Finally, after five minutes of effort, they managed to reach the mark where the lips met. At that moment, I told them to hold on for a bit, now it was my turn to enjoy myself. So, after making a circular traveling shot of the romantic scene, I put away my phone, set up the tripod camera focusing on the milf whores and, with my stiff tail, directed myself to complete my work '. masturbator of emasculation. I picked up some of the saliva that was dripping from their jaws and well-greased my stiff cock before heading to the monjita's ass. I aimed well at her butt and impaled her with a single blow. She let out a moan. She couldn't scream and released a pair of thick tears. Although, she quickly recovered and started moving her hips to squeeze my cock, as she knew I liked it. I spent about five minutes giving it to her, pulling her hair and throwing licks on her head, trying to hit my mother's jaw. I set myself the challenge of marking her two saliva-filled eyes and it took me a bit, but I succeeded. Plus, a bonus track of lick on her napkin, which slid towards Teresa's lips. Observing my mother's supplicating eyes before I came, I decided to give her her ration of cock. So I changed direction and repeated the operation, listening to my mom's moans coming from the crevices between her thigh, mouth, and saturated nose, where a globule of saliva, mucus, and my licks' residue would occasionally swell on her face. When I was about to come, I left my mother's ass and stood in front of the camera. And aiming at the joined faces of the two whores, I sprayed them with warm semen. In their gaze, it seemed to me that they were expressing gratitude, and while I returned to my throne in the center of the bed to relax, I ordered them to pull out their thigh. They did it slowly, delaying in the pleasure of observing each other, face-to-face, with their jaws about to dislodge. As they separated from each other, the enormous dildo emerged into the light, soaked in saliva and shining. After that, I told them not to wash their faces, that the way to clean themselves was by licking each other, which they did gladly, while I returned to immortalize the event with my mobile. -Damn! –I said –With this video we're going to blow it up more than how you left me the ass, you whores! They laughed and continued to suck each other. It was after... once. And I proposed to the whores to order some pizzas for dinner. They accepted gladly. I sent mom downstairs to tell the cuck to call. He obediently did so, and happy about the opulent dinner that awaited him, he made the call. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang and mom, with a thin towel covering her nakedness, came down to pick up the order and, since she was there, gave the hard-on to the delivery guy. She left a tip for his stunning cleavage and, after leaving a familiar pizza for the cuck, who was still watching TV with his broken leg, went back upstairs with the loot and another round of beers. It was time to rest and recover. We ate at the small desk table and then went back to sleep in bed. I was in the middle, flanked by the two hams that supported their tits on my chest and watched happily at TV. It didn't seem necessary to propose to Teresa to stay. It seemed like she took it for granted. Besides, it would be good for us all to sleep together, since mom wouldn't have to go back to the marital bedroom. All I had to do was tell the faggot that I'd been working all night with Sor Teresa... about missions in Africa and stuff. After all, it wasn't far from reality. A couple of times I woke up during the night to see the two bitches going at it, eating each other's cunts respectively or with one of them sucking my exhausted cock while the other licked her clitoris. A bunch of wolves.
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