There had already been months since Pedro was assaulted for the first time by Marcelo's friends and now he managed to tolerate it. His faithful friend Juan was the one who helped him get up after receiving blows, especially now that Pedro was the only one who could take the beating. For the boy, it was annoying to admit that he preferred being beaten by Marcelo's gang instead of Marcelo himself, just because it made him stronger. All members of his gang together didn't hurt him as much as the leader did.
Pathetic how I am if I think about who I prefer to be hit by, thought Pedrito.
In the last week, however, something was different, not only at home but also in school. Sometimes people talked about him behind his back or laughed when he walked through the corridors, but he didn't know why. Pedro didn't complain since Marcelo and his gang had stopped beating him for five days now, excluding Saturdays and Sundays. The only thing they gave him was insults, which he could tolerate because he knew what they said wasn't true.
One day he headed to the usual spot to meet Juan, but when he saw him, he was surrounded by Marcelo and his gang. What was strange was that they weren't beating or insulting him; they were laughing. Juan was also laughing, but it was a nervous laugh, knowing it wasn't real but seeming something odd. He sat down alone to eat his banana and sandwich, waiting for them to finish with Juan. He saw them from afar while they laughed, seeing the cell phone his friend had in his hand.
Almost at the end of recess, Juan approached him with a worried look.
Hey Pedro...how are you? -I'm fine, Juan, and you? -Yeah, I am too...Emm...Tell me, Pedro, do you have time to talk for a bit? -Of course. What's up, Juan? Did those bastards do something to you? -No...nothing, not to me but...
The bell rings at the end of recess and Professor Verónica sends them running to class. At dismissal, Juan wasn't outside the school, so Pedro decides to go back home alone. door is received by the aroma of yummy food that his mother had prepared. -Hello mom. -Hello Pedrito. How's it going at school? -Yes...as always. -Very well...yeah...and Marcelo still bothering you? -No, mom. He hasn't bothered me since you talked to him. -I'm very glad, Pedrito. Come eat first before it gets cold. His mother, his brother and he are eating lunch like every day but Pedro's instinct told him that something was wrong. Since his mother and father had argued the night she returned late from home, things between them were different. His father was the one who ended up apologizing and his mom accepted but since then he behaved differently. Normally his clothing was simple, elegant, and conservative but now he wore tighter, shorter, and stronger makeup clothes. It wasn't just that, now he went out with his friend Sofia from church at least 3 times a week because he needed help due to his marriage problems. Obviously his father knew this and that's why he tolerated him arriving late home but something didn't seem fair to him. -Mom, how is Sofia? -Who? -Sofia...your friend...still hasn't solved her problems with her husband? -Ah yes! She says no, she's very sad and confused the poor thing. -Why? -Well, she told me that her husband doesn't give her attention and even though I do everything I can to make myself seen, he doesn't seem to change his attitude. What's worse is that he still complains about how she dresses. -But dad also now complains about how you dress.
-Yes, but your father overacts, Pedro. -Amm…I mean, is Sofia dressing like you? -Haha. No. She dresses much more provocative than me, treasure. -Provocative? -Yes, provocative, bolder, the thing is that I and she dress very differently. -Ah...ok.
The conversation with his mother helped him get an idea of how Sofia was: a woman ignored by her husband, who wants attention and dresses more provocatively than his mother. “I'm sorry for her” thought Pedro. Now that Pedro was alone in his room, he reviewed his messages and among them was one from Juan. The latter asked if now had time to chat. Pedro worried about his friend, especially since he hadn't seen him at the party so he called. -Hello, Juan? -Hello Pedro...Are you alone? -Emm...I'm home with my mother and brother because? -Go to a place where you can be alone. -Now I'm in my room, but why? -I have to send you something. -Ok but what is it, Juan? You're making me nervous. -Sorry friend...it's just that...it's a video, a video of your mom. Juan sent him that video and as soon as Pedro opened it his blood ran cold in his veins. -Aah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah The woman in the porn video screamed like she was possessed while a giant black cock penetrated her from behind, making a vulgar noise of flesh against flesh. Whoever was filming it made sure to film very well the perfect and lubricated ass of the woman. Pedro couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't know if he should cry, vomit or scream with rage, maybe all three together. The woman in the video had a terribly erotic body, emphasized by the vulgar position she was in.
No, no, no...it can't be. The cheap slut who was being filmed was receiving a monumental screwing like Pedro had never seen in his life. In the past, the boy had seen some porn videos to satisfy his curiosity and discover what it was all about with his own eyes. What he saw didn't please him at all because he saw it very young and the memory remained imprinted in his mind. For him, the depraved acts in the videos were disgusting and immoral. He knew that watching them was a sin, like his parents had told him, but his youth's curiosity was too strong. In the videos, the women who were reciting were the most beautiful and exciting he had ever seen. That was why he kept watching them, even after the trauma of the first one. A couple of times until he masturbated while watching them, an act which now made him feel very ashamed. Although he liked looking at the beauty of women's bodies, the disgust he felt for what they did, how they did it, and with whom they did it was too much for him. The men in the videos were so different from what he was like. Muscular, tattooed, coarse, and with such big penises that made him feel bad, they made him feel small. But the video he was watching at that moment was on a whole other level. Although the quality wasn't the best, the sex seemed so real, rough, and immoral. The body of that black man with the biggest cock of all the porn actors he saw was terrifying for him. Also, the woman in the video was the most beautiful and slutty he had ever seen in his life, but the worst thing was that she looked familiar. She was standing with her back to him, her hair disheveled covering part of her face, but even so, she looked too much like his beloved mother. That's what Juan told him, that he would send a video of his mom, but it couldn't be possible. She would never do something similar, she would never betray her father, he kept repeating to himself the poor Pedro. Suddenly Jonas enters his room playing with his fire truck toy -Jonas! What...Outside now! Your brother ignored him while he was lowering the volume of the video with his trembling and nervous hands. -Horseback riding! You're playing horseback riding! -Yes, Jonas was playing horseback riding on his cell phone. Pedro thanked God for his brother's naivety and left him to play for a while in his room before locking the door. The boy had a thousand thoughts in his head and not one of them was good, so in the midst of his panic he called Juan. -Hello? -Juan! What the hell did you send me? Are you crazy? -I'm sorry Pedro, but I thought it was fair that you knew, I thought it was better for you to find out from me rather than someone else. -What? But what are you talking about Juan? There's no reason why you had to send me this crap. -Pedro, friend, calm down. I know it can be hard to accept the truth but... -What do you say? What truth? -...Your mom, friend, your mom is the one in the video with Marcelo. -My m…with…with Marcelo?...No...What? -I'm sorry Pedro. -That's enough Juan! Why are you saying it's my mom and why is it Marcelo? The poor Pedro was in full denial. He couldn't believe that the woman in the video was his mother and worse, that she was being screwed by the great bastard Marcelo. With calmness, good Juan explained everything he knew. That day, at school, he was caught by Marcelo and his gang during recess but instead of beating him or insulting him, they simply showed him a video. The poor Juan who wasn't religious like his best friend but also stayed surprised when he saw the video. The young man was used to porn but what he saw on Marcelo's cell phone was a whole other level. He didn't know why those guys showed him the video but to avoid the consequences of disobeying, he stayed with them for almost all recess, pretending to have fun and laughing at their jokes about the woman in question. It was Marcel who revealed Juan's identity to the great slut, as he also proudly said that he was the one screwing her. boy had visited Pedro's house several times and when he did, he always stayed amazed by the beauty of Teresa, his friend's mother. He didn't admit it to Pedro but when he received the video on his cell phone, he had to masturbate twice in a row while watching the video of the milf, his friend Pedro's mother, who was being fucked like a vulgar slut. So he locked himself in the school bathrooms at dismissal time. Marcelo was the one who ordered Juan to show the video to Pedro and tell him who the stars were. -No way, Juan! That's not possible. -I don't know what to tell you, friend. -My mother is a good woman, a mother and a perfect wife, do you understand? She would never do such things...especially with...with... -Marcelo? -Yes, him. She knows what he made me do all these years. She would never... -Pedro, I'm sorry but you have to convince yourself that... -And how do you know it's her? Then? Maybe you were there or she told you? -It was Marcelo who told me Pedro and... -Since when is Marcelo someone you can trust? You know what he's like. He would do anything to torture me. -But...Pedro...the video...you see his face. -It's a low-quality video! Nothing makes sense and besides it could be someone who looks like him or...or maybe the video is retouched. Yeah, that's it. Juan felt the pain and desperation in his friend's voice so he didn't insist anymore. -Mmm...Maybe, it could be Pedro. I just sent it to you because Marcelo ordered me to, friend. I didn't want to make you feel this way. The good Juan stayed on the phone with Pedro until he calmed down completely. Anyway, Juan admitted that there was a possibility his friend might be right. Marcelo wasn't someone you could trust, it was true the video was of poor quality and it could be true the woman in it was an actress who looked like Teresa. He hoped for Pedro's sake it was true. After hanging up, Pedro went back to watch the video until the end, over and over again to make sure that It wasn't her mother. Unfortunately and fortunately for him, there was nothing in the video that would clarify if that woman was actually his mother or not. Teresa didn't have tattoos, marks, moles, or scars on her skin that could give her away, but neither did the woman in the video, so it couldn't be seen. Both had perfect skin and bodies. After almost an hour of reviewing the same video, Pedro realized something. He was too focused on the woman's body and possible marks she might have, without considering her face. The woman was facing away and only occasionally turned her head slightly to one side, and when she did it seemed perilously like Teresa, but not 100% because of the messy hair that covered her. Only one detail, only a tiny detail filled Pedro's body with great fear. The woman had earrings he hadn't noticed at first. Those earrings were familiar, too familiar. In his head, images formed of his mother wearing those earrings during dinner and when she went out to see her friend Sofía. But were those images just his imagination or memories?
Small and black earrings of a particular shape were the symbol of poker chips with a Q inside. Quickly Pedro got out of his room and went to his parents' room to check his mom's jewelry. He found silver and gold necklaces, valuable rings, and many earrings but none that was like the one in the video. Pedro calmed down and relievedly went downstairs to see what his mom was doing.
She had just gotten out of the shower and after grabbing some cookies, she took off her towel and sat down on the living room sofa. -All good mom? -Yes, I'm just tired from the gym and my neck hurts a bit, maybe I slept badly. Teresa moves her head to one side and rubs her neck, revealing her left ear and the earring she was wearing. Pedro's heart stopped beating...
Pathetic how I am if I think about who I prefer to be hit by, thought Pedrito.
In the last week, however, something was different, not only at home but also in school. Sometimes people talked about him behind his back or laughed when he walked through the corridors, but he didn't know why. Pedro didn't complain since Marcelo and his gang had stopped beating him for five days now, excluding Saturdays and Sundays. The only thing they gave him was insults, which he could tolerate because he knew what they said wasn't true.
One day he headed to the usual spot to meet Juan, but when he saw him, he was surrounded by Marcelo and his gang. What was strange was that they weren't beating or insulting him; they were laughing. Juan was also laughing, but it was a nervous laugh, knowing it wasn't real but seeming something odd. He sat down alone to eat his banana and sandwich, waiting for them to finish with Juan. He saw them from afar while they laughed, seeing the cell phone his friend had in his hand.
Almost at the end of recess, Juan approached him with a worried look.
Hey Pedro...how are you? -I'm fine, Juan, and you? -Yeah, I am too...Emm...Tell me, Pedro, do you have time to talk for a bit? -Of course. What's up, Juan? Did those bastards do something to you? -No...nothing, not to me but...
The bell rings at the end of recess and Professor Verónica sends them running to class. At dismissal, Juan wasn't outside the school, so Pedro decides to go back home alone. door is received by the aroma of yummy food that his mother had prepared. -Hello mom. -Hello Pedrito. How's it going at school? -Yes...as always. -Very well...yeah...and Marcelo still bothering you? -No, mom. He hasn't bothered me since you talked to him. -I'm very glad, Pedrito. Come eat first before it gets cold. His mother, his brother and he are eating lunch like every day but Pedro's instinct told him that something was wrong. Since his mother and father had argued the night she returned late from home, things between them were different. His father was the one who ended up apologizing and his mom accepted but since then he behaved differently. Normally his clothing was simple, elegant, and conservative but now he wore tighter, shorter, and stronger makeup clothes. It wasn't just that, now he went out with his friend Sofia from church at least 3 times a week because he needed help due to his marriage problems. Obviously his father knew this and that's why he tolerated him arriving late home but something didn't seem fair to him. -Mom, how is Sofia? -Who? -Sofia...your friend...still hasn't solved her problems with her husband? -Ah yes! She says no, she's very sad and confused the poor thing. -Why? -Well, she told me that her husband doesn't give her attention and even though I do everything I can to make myself seen, he doesn't seem to change his attitude. What's worse is that he still complains about how she dresses. -But dad also now complains about how you dress.
-Yes, but your father overacts, Pedro. -Amm…I mean, is Sofia dressing like you? -Haha. No. She dresses much more provocative than me, treasure. -Provocative? -Yes, provocative, bolder, the thing is that I and she dress very differently. -Ah...ok.The conversation with his mother helped him get an idea of how Sofia was: a woman ignored by her husband, who wants attention and dresses more provocatively than his mother. “I'm sorry for her” thought Pedro. Now that Pedro was alone in his room, he reviewed his messages and among them was one from Juan. The latter asked if now had time to chat. Pedro worried about his friend, especially since he hadn't seen him at the party so he called. -Hello, Juan? -Hello Pedro...Are you alone? -Emm...I'm home with my mother and brother because? -Go to a place where you can be alone. -Now I'm in my room, but why? -I have to send you something. -Ok but what is it, Juan? You're making me nervous. -Sorry friend...it's just that...it's a video, a video of your mom. Juan sent him that video and as soon as Pedro opened it his blood ran cold in his veins. -Aah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah The woman in the porn video screamed like she was possessed while a giant black cock penetrated her from behind, making a vulgar noise of flesh against flesh. Whoever was filming it made sure to film very well the perfect and lubricated ass of the woman. Pedro couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't know if he should cry, vomit or scream with rage, maybe all three together. The woman in the video had a terribly erotic body, emphasized by the vulgar position she was in.No, no, no...it can't be. The cheap slut who was being filmed was receiving a monumental screwing like Pedro had never seen in his life. In the past, the boy had seen some porn videos to satisfy his curiosity and discover what it was all about with his own eyes. What he saw didn't please him at all because he saw it very young and the memory remained imprinted in his mind. For him, the depraved acts in the videos were disgusting and immoral. He knew that watching them was a sin, like his parents had told him, but his youth's curiosity was too strong. In the videos, the women who were reciting were the most beautiful and exciting he had ever seen. That was why he kept watching them, even after the trauma of the first one. A couple of times until he masturbated while watching them, an act which now made him feel very ashamed. Although he liked looking at the beauty of women's bodies, the disgust he felt for what they did, how they did it, and with whom they did it was too much for him. The men in the videos were so different from what he was like. Muscular, tattooed, coarse, and with such big penises that made him feel bad, they made him feel small. But the video he was watching at that moment was on a whole other level. Although the quality wasn't the best, the sex seemed so real, rough, and immoral. The body of that black man with the biggest cock of all the porn actors he saw was terrifying for him. Also, the woman in the video was the most beautiful and slutty he had ever seen in his life, but the worst thing was that she looked familiar. She was standing with her back to him, her hair disheveled covering part of her face, but even so, she looked too much like his beloved mother. That's what Juan told him, that he would send a video of his mom, but it couldn't be possible. She would never do something similar, she would never betray her father, he kept repeating to himself the poor Pedro. Suddenly Jonas enters his room playing with his fire truck toy -Jonas! What...Outside now! Your brother ignored him while he was lowering the volume of the video with his trembling and nervous hands. -Horseback riding! You're playing horseback riding! -Yes, Jonas was playing horseback riding on his cell phone. Pedro thanked God for his brother's naivety and left him to play for a while in his room before locking the door. The boy had a thousand thoughts in his head and not one of them was good, so in the midst of his panic he called Juan. -Hello? -Juan! What the hell did you send me? Are you crazy? -I'm sorry Pedro, but I thought it was fair that you knew, I thought it was better for you to find out from me rather than someone else. -What? But what are you talking about Juan? There's no reason why you had to send me this crap. -Pedro, friend, calm down. I know it can be hard to accept the truth but... -What do you say? What truth? -...Your mom, friend, your mom is the one in the video with Marcelo. -My m…with…with Marcelo?...No...What? -I'm sorry Pedro. -That's enough Juan! Why are you saying it's my mom and why is it Marcelo? The poor Pedro was in full denial. He couldn't believe that the woman in the video was his mother and worse, that she was being screwed by the great bastard Marcelo. With calmness, good Juan explained everything he knew. That day, at school, he was caught by Marcelo and his gang during recess but instead of beating him or insulting him, they simply showed him a video. The poor Juan who wasn't religious like his best friend but also stayed surprised when he saw the video. The young man was used to porn but what he saw on Marcelo's cell phone was a whole other level. He didn't know why those guys showed him the video but to avoid the consequences of disobeying, he stayed with them for almost all recess, pretending to have fun and laughing at their jokes about the woman in question. It was Marcel who revealed Juan's identity to the great slut, as he also proudly said that he was the one screwing her. boy had visited Pedro's house several times and when he did, he always stayed amazed by the beauty of Teresa, his friend's mother. He didn't admit it to Pedro but when he received the video on his cell phone, he had to masturbate twice in a row while watching the video of the milf, his friend Pedro's mother, who was being fucked like a vulgar slut. So he locked himself in the school bathrooms at dismissal time. Marcelo was the one who ordered Juan to show the video to Pedro and tell him who the stars were. -No way, Juan! That's not possible. -I don't know what to tell you, friend. -My mother is a good woman, a mother and a perfect wife, do you understand? She would never do such things...especially with...with... -Marcelo? -Yes, him. She knows what he made me do all these years. She would never... -Pedro, I'm sorry but you have to convince yourself that... -And how do you know it's her? Then? Maybe you were there or she told you? -It was Marcelo who told me Pedro and... -Since when is Marcelo someone you can trust? You know what he's like. He would do anything to torture me. -But...Pedro...the video...you see his face. -It's a low-quality video! Nothing makes sense and besides it could be someone who looks like him or...or maybe the video is retouched. Yeah, that's it. Juan felt the pain and desperation in his friend's voice so he didn't insist anymore. -Mmm...Maybe, it could be Pedro. I just sent it to you because Marcelo ordered me to, friend. I didn't want to make you feel this way. The good Juan stayed on the phone with Pedro until he calmed down completely. Anyway, Juan admitted that there was a possibility his friend might be right. Marcelo wasn't someone you could trust, it was true the video was of poor quality and it could be true the woman in it was an actress who looked like Teresa. He hoped for Pedro's sake it was true. After hanging up, Pedro went back to watch the video until the end, over and over again to make sure that It wasn't her mother. Unfortunately and fortunately for him, there was nothing in the video that would clarify if that woman was actually his mother or not. Teresa didn't have tattoos, marks, moles, or scars on her skin that could give her away, but neither did the woman in the video, so it couldn't be seen. Both had perfect skin and bodies. After almost an hour of reviewing the same video, Pedro realized something. He was too focused on the woman's body and possible marks she might have, without considering her face. The woman was facing away and only occasionally turned her head slightly to one side, and when she did it seemed perilously like Teresa, but not 100% because of the messy hair that covered her. Only one detail, only a tiny detail filled Pedro's body with great fear. The woman had earrings he hadn't noticed at first. Those earrings were familiar, too familiar. In his head, images formed of his mother wearing those earrings during dinner and when she went out to see her friend Sofía. But were those images just his imagination or memories?Small and black earrings of a particular shape were the symbol of poker chips with a Q inside. Quickly Pedro got out of his room and went to his parents' room to check his mom's jewelry. He found silver and gold necklaces, valuable rings, and many earrings but none that was like the one in the video. Pedro calmed down and relievedly went downstairs to see what his mom was doing.She had just gotten out of the shower and after grabbing some cookies, she took off her towel and sat down on the living room sofa. -All good mom? -Yes, I'm just tired from the gym and my neck hurts a bit, maybe I slept badly. Teresa moves her head to one side and rubs her neck, revealing her left ear and the earring she was wearing. Pedro's heart stopped beating...
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