Trapped with no exit XII

Chapter XII April 2010 After weeks of intense sex. One morning, Gerson and I started eating very early, I had a voracious appetite. I said cynically, it was to recover strength. We didn't use clothes, as we didn't need them. He never stopped being hot and always wanted to be fucking. While he devoured large plates, I ate very little. My slender build really didn't make me ask for more. He noticed it, and looked at my body fixedly. He asked seriously. -Nena, how long have you been pregnant? I answered slowly. Made mental calculations. And answered -Tomorrow I'll be 4 months old -What!!!! He exclaimed surprised. -But you don't have any belly, nothing! -You're doing it to the girl and not eating! 😠 Listening to that, I interrupted him -No!!! That's my metabolism. With my girls, I never got a belly, I arrived at 9 months and it didn't show much He interrupted annoyed -You're not expecting another child from your husband's cock! -You're expecting a baby from a black stud! 😠 I heard it and would have laughed at such stupidity. But I knew it wouldn't be good. So I just answered -Well, that's me, and besides, I haven't had any discomfort. If you want we can go see a doctor and check how this pregnancy is going... Gerson listened attentively. And said -It's time for you to meet my family. -You should know my grandmother in particular. I remained strange, and nodded After all, it was finally time to get out of this house, and stop the continuous sexual relationships... Later that morning, I finally had clothes again. Gerson wore some jeans and a linen shirt. He put on sunglasses. When he saw me, he didn't avoid teasing me. I was wearing a complete dress below the knee, quite sober in red color. Some low-heeled shoes, and as always, no makeup. My hairstyle was natural, only slightly arranged. -You look very simple, and yet you still can't hide that body, momma... Plafff ⚡ A loud slap, interrupted my tranquility. Oh well Be rough, don't let him get hot...😤 I thought. It wasn't like that and little later we headed to his relatives' house. We arrived in an even humbler neighborhood. Huge houses with aluminum roofs. Gerson's relatives' house was the only impressive one. They call them Solares... As soon as we arrived, a bunch of kids made their presence known and asked Gerson for bolo. This guy wasn't slow or lazy, pulled out his wallet and threw many bills. When he cleared up, we went together into the house. There, his family received us, despite Gerson's youth, he enjoyed enormous respect within his family. Even the older ones would approach to greet him with great attention. Finally, a black woman, with a thick build and a hat covering her head.She presented herself, she was Gerson's grandmother. She came with the only person he introduced her to. And she greeted me almost ceremoniously. We arrived at the dining room and there I met the rest, they were extremely curious, looking at the white woman that Gerson had brought. He and his grandmother went to chat, while I stayed there for a good time with the others. Later, after being treated very kindly by them. A brunette woman, Gerson's aunt, spoke to me. She told me that his grandmother wanted to see me. So I excused myself and went to her. Upon entering her room, I noticed it was poorly lit, only candles were lit. I saw her sitting with a serious face, asked me to sit down. I did so in a chair nearby. She asked me about myself, I replied that I was fine. She told me -don't lie, I know everything. Intrigued and surprised, I stayed for a moment. But I sensed a feeling of trust, and decided to open up my feelings. Then for the first time in a long time, I felt safe. And began to talk freely, telling her about the horror that her grandson was making me go through, and the hardships I was facing alongside him. She listened and told me it was true. She confirmed that her grandson was a son of a slut. But she couldn't help me, only listen to me. She told me about his past, his childhood, his life, and his tragedy. I really couldn't justify it, if I could feel pity for him. When she asked about my pregnancy, I replied sincerely that I only wanted to give birth to return with my own. She turned to look at me and sadly said -children are not given away!! I was sincere and replied that this pregnancy had never been planned, just an accident, a sad accident. The old woman put her hands over her face and denied repeatedly. Finally, she told me -I can help you!! I asked how and began explaining what she could do to make my son love me. She said she heard him suffer and wanted to know his feelings. And recover my life, no longer be a wandering being, as she saw me now. When I heard that woman say she would help me recover my son. I was about to leave indignant and laughing, unable to understand this bunch of nonsense. But I'm intrigued by the doubt, and how in the devil did she know about my life? So slowly I found out that she called herself Witch Caridad. In other times I would have burst out laughing, but I was surprised that she knew almost with detail that I was broken because of my situation. So she explained my story in detail, and it seemed like she already knew everything. She finally told me: You have to open your heart, stop listening to your mind. The woman gave her instructions and warned me that time was running out, I had to be as fast as possible. So I remained silent, and finally I gave in, closed the door, and said I was ready to listen. The old woman took my hands and made me swear she was sincere. I did it mechanically. She asked: Are you playing with this? *I didn't say anything* She continued: My grandson is a bad person now. He can change, you and that baby can make it happen. -He's a good boy inside, a bit slow but he's good. I listened attentively. And I let her know I didn't believe, I had known the worst of Gerson and was sure he would never be a good person. She told me: I'm not playing at all, that baby you're carrying is the father... I replied: Well, obviously. The old woman interrupted: Your life was already sad. Before... I was surprised, and started stuttering. -Good if... -But... The old woman interrupted again: It would have happened late or early. -You wanted to get out of that routine for a long time. You wanted to escape and run away. You were afraid of what they'd say, and you still are. But deep down you're happy about what's been happening between you two. I was left speechless. The old woman continued: I have the solution for your love to triumph. And may you live well. -Do you accept? I was surprised and couldn't react. Still, the old woman explained the nature of the unknown, the power to awaken people's feelings and make them react. But I wasn't... Decided. I feared for my family, their happiness was more important. The old woman said: -Yes, your family will get hurt that's the reality. But they'll be fine and with time the wounds will heal. I interrupted -I can't break my daughters' hearts. The old woman replied: -You're in a dilemma, not to harm your daughters you'll harm your son. Melissa got upset -how? The old woman continued: That baby also needs a family. If you heard it, you'd know what I'm talking about. Meli said: -how do I know if it's true. She answered: -let me perform a ritual and give voice to your son. Then decide and take the best decision. Melissa remained silent, looked at the old woman and with her gaze gave the answer. -There is something The old woman said -what? Asked Melissa -your baby and you will be linked until the end of pregnancy. -as a consequence you'll hear his thoughts... Meli asked would it pass nothing, we'll be fine. The old woman calmed her doubts -yes, we'll be fine... Melissa reaffirmed her answer -it's fine... When night arrived Outside the full moon was visible. I walked taken by the hand of the old woman, wearing a bathrobe and my body free of all clothes. The old woman ran to everyone and in her house, only me and she were there. As we advanced I could see a small well covered with water, I ordered myself to undress. Then I untied the bathrobe's ties and let it fall. I started flying, I don't know if it was a dream or some act of magic. Then I remembered; -When I got pregnant I knew my life would be an adventure for many reasons. I had fear and didn't feel the excitement of pregnancy that I experienced with my daughters. As my pregnancy advanced and my belly grew up the moment would come when everyone would know. I didn't know what to do when everyone would ask me about it. However, I always knew I couldn't say anything until I was 100% sure of what I'd do. For me it was absurd to do something just for doing it and less so if I didn't feel comfortable. Already had four months, my legs couldn't stand for much time on my feet, my... My hips can't take sitting for much longer and my back doesn't tolerate either one of them and all I want is to be relaxed, have my baby relaxed, and have a wait that's tailored to the mother's needs. When Doña Caridad spoke with me, I sensed her spontaneity and sincerity. That she couldn't let this opportunity pass and it was the way for me to approach a solution that seemed quite distant. She talked to me about the Circle of Blessings. This ceremony has its origin in African-American rituals where motherhood is celebrated among women... What does it consist of? This ritual represents the welcome, if you will, of the woman on her journey towards motherhood. The mother, surrounded by the women who are important to her, gather to bless her and her baby. When I was alone, I told Doña Caridad my situation. She said she already knew and told me; 'Don't worry, you won't be alone.' She ordered me to take off my clothes and put on a thin golden chain that went around my entire belly, with small lateral chains hanging at the sides, holding small quartz stones of all colors, which according to her explanation would protect me from everything bad...As I undressed and got into the pool, the ritual began: Under the water, Doña Caridad asked if I was comfortable. When I nodded, she asked about the names of the women in my family, which were very important to me. Thus, we started the list of women from my family, regardless of whether they had passed away. They would be necessary and close, whose energy and blessing would have a leading role that day (I explain myself, as the combination and harmony of all of us represents the greatest leading role). We then established the stages of the ritual: A circle of energy is opened, the ceremony is performed, and the circle of energy is closed to open the social circle where we share and pray for good fortune. My ceremony was like that I felt comfortable despite being naked, with water covering almost my entire body, except for my stomach exposed to the air (I was a bit nervous). Doña Caridad put a beautiful flower in my hair and made me up (since I rarely wear makeup). I gave the names of my deceased female relatives. And as an art of magic; First came the brightest stars I had ever seen in my life, then a yummy breeze started to arrive, so fresh that it made me feel very calm. The atmosphere became like it was really a special ceremony. That excited me. Doña Caridad and I looked at each other, joined our palms together, and nodded. And thus began the ceremony. The beginning: Washing away unwanted energies and thoughts In a bowl with water and sea salt, we passed each other to wash our hands with the consciousness of washing away those energies that we bring from the street, from daily life, from everyday stress. Then, in a bowl with water and rose petals, we continued cleaning our energies, so as to be able to sit in the circle that Doña Caridad made with stones. We were two women. -It's important to be intimate. She said, Doña Caridad. The circle: As we finished washing ourselves, she entered the circle without saying a word. shoes and getting settled for the ceremony. There was incense in the air, candles, dim light, silence, harmony, smiles, and peace. My place was comfortable and had been especially prepared to give me protection. Next to Doña Caridad and I, there was a basket with flowers and some objects we had placed as an altar. Figures of women, a statue of a pregnant woman, rose petals, and a bell. The circle was inaugurated by passing a sacred stick (an aromatic wood from the Amazon that is often used), behind the circle, that is, behind each one of us. There, Doña Caridad, my guide, immersed us in the beautiful world of the sacred, the feminine, and motherhood. We closed our eyes, focusing on our breathing. She pronounced beautiful prayers directed at divinity. To that energy whose name each person freely gives without falling into prejudices, molds, or structures that prevent us from feeling it as we desire to feel. We placed our hand on our heart, then on our belly, then on our throat, then on our forehead, and finally on our mouth. Thus, we will energetically feel, do, say, and think words of wisdom and purity. At that moment, I began to feel an immense dream. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. Then, despite being physically at rest, I could observe different women approaching me and taking my belly. Later each one introduced herself, each one saying our lineage and relationship with me, the future mother. I am the daughter of María Isabel, granddaughter of Consolina, great-granddaughter of María, and great-great-granddaughter of Consolina, and the daughter of Soledad, Cándida, and Andrea... and so each one introduced herself until my knowledge of genealogy ended. Each one left in the circle and in my heart beautiful phrases of gratitude and light, blessings, and love for me and my baby. Between tears, we smiled, moved by so much energy of gratitude and solidarity. Then, we worked on our fears, liberating them. Each one wrote this fear about childbirth with Regarding me or each one, and we put them in the basket. Clearly I (the future mother) shouldn't have read that. It's just an exercise to get rid of our lives (whether by writing them down) and thus liberate this energy. Not like people think you give more strength to them by thinking about them, but rather the opposite, with an open mind and prepared to identify them to know how to attack them. My greatest fear I confess: being able to give birth naturally to my baby. Then we work with virtues, good wishes, and strengths. Each one wrote on a paper flag a positive value and not like a desire that may possibly be fulfilled, but rather affirming it: for example, 'I can give birth', 'I am made to give birth', 'calmness and confidence', 'openness and faith'. These paper flags were placed over my chest, with each one of their hands, they rubbed them and I realized, of their desires when the moment comes to give birth and thus invoke these energies. While each one wrote her message we listened to the experience of my great-great-grandmother about her delivery bringing her daughter into this world, and the experience of my great-aunt's delivery. It was beautiful to know those stories. After that, we put ourselves on the floor inside the circle and I lay down (on my left side) and all 'my women' touched my belly, head, legs, wherever they could reach with their hands. Doña Caridad read prayers about strength for giving birth and the support each one gave me with her hand, presence, and energy there, at that moment. They blessed my throat, thoughts, breasts, stomach, baby, vagina, feet, everything to be able to say, think, nurse, create, love, give birth, and walk on the path of motherhood. This moment was powerful, unique. Almost I can't express how much I felt. We all vibrated. My baby was moving. I knew we were honoring life. Honoring him, his mother, his father, all those women who are part of my life. Simply powerful. Human beings are energy, spiritual beings, and it only takes connecting with that mystical fiber to harmonize with others. We must learn to manifest that sacred thing we carry within and learn to honor life. This was the greatest gift I could have received so far in my pregnancy. Feeling the force of life, inside and out.

To close the circle, we proceeded to put a pink cord and three turns on each other's left wrist, and we all remained united in such a way that if one moved, we would all feel the pressure, and the connection. Then we cut the cord so that each of us had a bracelet with 3 turns and 3 knots. This bracelet or armband was a reminder of what happened that day. Of our desires, our light, and our connection. It was a reminder that my baby would soon be born and not to forget their commitment to me of support, sisterhood, and unity.

The bracelet will be with me when I give birth, so the force of my women can receive it. Once the child is born, then we must cut it only when my milk stops flowing from my breasts. That is, after giving birth, and while breastfeeding.

Finally, the bond is formed. We closed the ceremony by taking each other's hands, closing our eyes, and breathing. As I am Catholic, we together pronounced Our Father three times, and then rang the bell to close our circle. We passed the palosanto in the opposite direction of the clock and thus our ceremony came to an end.

Hugs, laughter, and the festive part followed. I felt the caresses of my women, saying goodbye to me and my son. Then Doña Caridad cut open my belly with some soaps she had made herself, and after a couple of hours (which lasted throughout the ceremony), we felt that we had frozen an instant vital moment in our hearts and reintroduced the universe with the magic of being women... Everything ended when Doña Caridad introduced a burning stone that touched my skin. from my lower belly. A resplendent light blinded me for a moment as it landed on my belly. It was the Full Moon, and I had been gazing at it fixedly. I could see my son opening his eyes and smiling, and from that moment on, I listened to him from the depths of his feelings... ❣️ We talked about everything, his origin and the situation he was going through, as the baby opened up his thoughts and clarified his desires. I cried like never before... I asked forgiveness from my little one and swore not to let him suffer again. Then a heavy sleep overcame me, and I fell asleep peacefully. I was senseless while sleeping. A little later; I woke up in bed, and saw Gerson drying my body with a towel. Almost done, he looked at me and I could see tranquility and peace on his face, unusual for him. I opened my eyes and took hold of my belly. I started crying. I felt an indescribable sensation... I was completely naked. Gerson approached and hugged Melissa from behind, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. She turned her head, smiled, and gave him a soft, sweet, almost sensual kiss on the lips. Gerson felt his cheeks flushing, he was embarrassed by how much he had been excited. Melissa felt like her nipples and pussy were starting to tingle in anticipation of more kisses, and she found herself wanting another round; she was even more surprised when she gave Gerson another similar kiss after the first one; her arms around his waist as she kissed him sensually. She stopped afterwards and moved to sit at the edge of the bed. She looked at him, noticing the strong personality of Gerson. His highly worked body, thick lips, enormous hands... -I never thought I'd be in this situation Melissa tried to dissolve what was intensely sexual for her. She stopped looking at him and hugging him, saying I don't know what's happening to me, or if it's right. Gerson quickly interrupted her. -Of course, baby. You're almost 4 months... This is perfectly natural and I'm happy to have you near me in this special moment. With pleasure, I would do this forever... He leaned forward and caressed the distended belly of Melissa with his hand, his forearms rubbing insistently against her nipples. Both hands brushed against the lower part of her belly, the fingers moving low enough to lightly brush against Melissa's vaginal lips. She couldn't help but gasp a little, but immediately stopped any other external reaction. The soft kisses earlier had already inflamed her, allowing herself to enjoy this intense feeling, Gerson's sensual caresses calming and exciting her in equal measure. Suddenly; Gerson's lips found her neck, with soft kisses along her throat and then the extra-sensitive points along the jawline and behind the ear. He gently took the lower part of an earlobe between his lips and pulled lightly, then began kissing her neck again while passing his fingertips over her entire belly. What was this? Why was she feeling this? Melissa couldn't understand the situation. However, it didn't seem to be offering resistance. She felt so good, Gerson was giving her a level of care and love she hadn't experienced in a long time. The last few months had been hard for her. She felt good being loved. She no longer had anything to worry about, and she felt a deep longing for more of this gentle love, maybe since it had wanted this. She vaguely remembered her husband and daughters. And continued exchanging soft kisses, embracing each other. Maybe this is what you're supposed to do when the love between two people is so strong, regardless of anything else. As she looked at this, Gerson gave her a kiss on the top of her head and then sat down beside her. Melissa turned towards him and totally overwhelmed managed to express her nascent feelings. ********************************** I finally managed to see it from another perspective. And without guilt, I said - Gerson Moncada!! I Hate You!!!😤 But also, I feel that; I love you ❤️ Growling with courage, Melissa is saying! I thought But quit the guilt and continue When I met you, you captivated me. But then you started to be a monster. Today; I feel guilty for wanting the man who has ruined my life. He remained Surprised and hugged me, putting his face in my lap to start crying. Then I added - And your baby also loves you!💓 - It's a boy, and he is suffering because of us 😭 He stayed without understanding anything, absolutely nothing... Then I fell asleep. He told me to keep sleeping but not to respond. I felt boiling with desire... I opened my arms and invited him to hug me, he did, and when he was next to me. I started kissing his ear, then went down to his neck. - Your baby and I need you ❤️ I said; Stop crying. I didn't know what I was doing, but I felt an indescribable tenderness. I saw my violator so charming. I thought - God, I'm going crazy!!! Then; I recalled the grandmother's words and accepted that it was what I had to do, caressed his chest and made him undress slowly. Then a yummy kissing session began. I took the initiative and took his delicious ass between my hands while he caressed my belly. I gently scratched his buttocks and made him fall onto the bed, made him sit up, then started separating his buttocks with my fingers and licking his anus.😱😱😱 Gerson reacted surprised A electric sensation ran through his entire body. His pubic hair stood on end completely. She introduced her tongue as deep as possible.Then the start to emit some moans of pleasure that I had never heard in a man in my life. -kwoooooo rhhhgg -Arrrhhhhhgggg🤯 His rhythm was growing, slowly introducing my face, and with my hands fighting to separate his buttocks as much as possible so I could find what I was looking for. Gerson was a concert of moans -arghhhhhh -keep going, you're licking me so...to a.morrr - kwo hhhh Sweaty and very excited His penis was erect more than ever! It seemed like a boa constrictor looking to enter me. -Ahhhhrggg Ahhhrggg,Ahhhh🤪🤪 He didn't stop emitting moans of pleasure, suddenly caressing his balls while continuing to pierce his anus with my tongue. Huge amounts of seminal liquid soaked the edge of the bed. I felt like a slut in heat, incredibly hot. Then, I separated my tongue from his anus and bit his buttocks with all my strength. I screamed completely ecstatic and an impressive amount of semen began to flow like a faucet.💦💦💦 He grunted desperately while his still-painful penis continued to pump. I was out of it, excited. I touched my dripping vagina, he got up again, while I started cleaning the remnants of his orgasm with my mouth. Again erect, at the warmth of my mouth, he went down on my breasts. With his warm head, I caressed my pointed nipples framing his dark tool and began to masturbate his penis with my tits. When he felt strong enough, he went into my vaginal opening and picked me up. With a single push, his penis became stuck and started dancing alongside mine. I started the party of moans and cries more beautiful in the world. I felt reborn... -Ahhh!❤️❤️❤️ Siiiiiiiiii, keep going...don't stop, I'm all yours ayyyyyyyyyyy keep it up, fill me with milk...-pussy lovely -Asi, así lindura. -Ra..ja to your mu..jer, to the ma..dre of your hi..jo....⭐⭐⭐ -Mmmmm -a...si,a...sí haz..me tu..ya!! 💕💕✨✨ - 💋💋💋 I kissed him so hard, his lips, his neck, I was euphoric. I felt like a porn actress, screwing. the one almost 2 mts of stature and I hovering around 1.60 The sensation of power was immense, I'd feel the indescribable emotions this pure-bred stallion caused in me. Feeling his cock being swallowed by my hole would provoke a tremendous delirium... And I knew; exhaustion was far from appearing. Then I exploded in ecstasy; -Oh, Daddy, your cock feels so good in me!… Oh pussy, fuck me harder, please!… I adore your big black cock!… SIIII... PUT IT ALL THE WAY IN... SIIII... MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER... SIIII... I'M YOUR PUPPY... SIIII!... OOOOAAAHHHRRGGGGG!, 💫 I screamed like a possessed person... then I approached his face and planted a French kiss on him... Gerson caught my eagerness right away, followed my pace, and his cock went in as far as possible. Our tongues were slapping with passion and entering the deepest parts of our mouths. We spent the whole night fucking like there was no tomorrow, and successive milk floods flooded my pussy. At dawn, we ended up exhausted from such an explosive battle.

Upon waking up in Gerson's arms. I just let myself go, for my heart... Crying in torrents, I understood that nothing is casual in this life. As I wiped away my tears with his hands. I started kissing him again... In the afternoon, we got up hungry and thirsty, and as soon as I put my foot down, he set out to bring food. But it wasn't necessary, Grandma had already prepared large quantities of food for us, soup with snails, chicken thighs with beef, cutlets with bisteck, fish, coconut bread, water, and soda. We ate like beggars in astonishing amounts. But I, gobbled it up like a panther as if I hadn't eaten in days. Grandma laughed and warned me that from now on, my appetite would grow immensely. -You'll make a big belly soon, you'll see, woman!! Jajaja!!! Gerson laughed loudly, while caressing and caressing my pregnant belly, already swollen from the feast I had just eaten. I began to feel relaxed, and tears of happiness They were dripping all over my face. Before leaving, I thanked Grandma and asked how I could pay her back. The old lady looked serious at me and said: Be happy, you're a great woman... Then she warned me - something else, your man and you are already tied up. - You'll notice between the two of you an immense desire, they will be copulating daily, as a consequence they will have a voracious appetite. - So prepare yourself 🥒💦 Jajaja She said it so simply that I thought it was a joke. A little later we were saying goodbye to Grandma on our way home, ready to find a solution to our problems.