-Pedrito! My son, how are you?
Pedro noticed how his mother was dressed with only a bathrobe as if she had just gotten out of the shower but her hair wasn't wet and he could still see her erect nipples through what she had on, which was almost nothing. This made him uncomfortable.
Mama, why did you take so long to open? -I'm sorry, son, I fell asleep. -Asleep? -Yes, yes, go to your room and relax, I'll pick up your brother and make lunch okay? -What? You still haven't picked up Jonas? -Pedro, do as I say! Pedro obeys because his mother never raises her voice like that for no reason. Just as his son closes the door of his room, Teresa rushes to take Marcelo out of the house, which he was still not fully dressed. She managed to change as quickly as possible before turning on the car and rushing to her son's school. As if it weren't enough, Teresa thought that at that moment her priority should be leaving the bully in front of his house and only then go to her son's school. Obviously, she drove as fast as she could without caring about traffic lights or speed limits, but the situation was an emergency. She tried to call the school but no one answered. Her heart was full of fear for the consequences of her actions “What happened? Why aren't they answering? And if they called the police? My husband? Or something happened to my son?” Her fear was so great that she almost didn't feel the pain of her destroyed butt from Marcelo's cock. Finally, she arrived at the school but the sight of her husband's car was like a punch in the stomach. What could she say? What could she do? Felipe was just leaving the school with little Jonas in his arms. As was obvious, he got into a huge argument outside the school that caught the attention of some passersby and professors who were watching from the window. Teresa tried to explain or better invent something to justify herself but Felipe wouldn't let her talk because he kept yelling at her how terrible she had behaved; all while Jonas continued crying. Felipe realized his son didn't have to witness the argument and left him with his mother to take him home while he went back to work since he had just left an important meeting. Teresa in her car thought there was no way save herself from this but her son was beside her, stroking her hair trying to console her. At home she put away her room, canceling every possible test of her betrayal and then served lunch for her children. Luckily for Teresa, Felipe had to stay at work until night which gave her time to invent a story that would save her even if it was hard to believe, she had to try. The night saw the lights of his husband's car and knew it was time but she couldn't sit down yet due to the pain she felt. Felipe didn't want to talk to her... -At home? WHY DON'T YOU ANSWER YOUR CELL PHONE? DID YOU FORGET ABOUT OUR SON? She could see the rage and desperation in his eyes and tone of voice; she knew what he was thinking. -Felipe, Felipe...let me explain... but after insisting finally Teresa managed to tell her lie filling it with details so original that the poor man thought he was there seeing everything.
This is how Teresa's story begins, depicting her as the victim of a terrible misfortune: an assault. She said that after leaving the kids at school, like an exemplary mother and wife, she went to the market to do some shopping, where a bad man, tall, strong, and violent had stolen her money and purse.
The liar was observing her husband's face attentively to see his reaction and to check if he had any suspicion that he was lying. -Oh my God, Teresa, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...but why...why didn't you tell me first? -Try to make it treasure but you didn't want to listen to me. -I'm sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me, forgive me...it's just... -What? -Nothing, just that I was thinking about things... -What things? -Well, um... Thought...thought that you could be with... -With? -With someone. -Oh Felipe, how can you think that? Did I ever fail you once for you to insinuate something like this? -No, no, of course not. -Did I do or say something for you to think so lowly of me? -No, my treasure, never...Forgive me...you know what happened to me when I was a child and...just made me paranoid. -I forgive you Felipe but never again accuse me of something like that and especially don't speak to me in that way...you scared me a lot. -I'm sorry Teresa, I promise never again. The two hug and reconcile and stand up to go to sleep. -Did you change my pillow? -Oh yes, I'm sorry treasure. Look, when I arrived and took that tranquilizer for the pain next to a drink I fell asleep immediately and...and especially soiled your pillow with the drink...obviously.
It wasn't enough to wash her off? -No treasure, that kind of stain stays forever. -Oh okay. But tomorrow as the first thing we're going to the police... I can't believe you didn't do that first thing. -I already told you treasure. I was upset, confused. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, you know. Plus that experience filled my whole body with... fear. I just wanted to go back home. The two of them slept together in the same bed on new sheets and Felipe holding her from behind as if he were afraid of losing her; a gesture that time ago would have seemed romantic and sweet to her but now made her think pathetic. A cruel thought she quickly tried to get out of her head. Felipe woke up first and brought breakfast to the bed for his beloved wife, who was sleeping like a rock. How beautiful is she? What if I lost her? he thought, poor man. He tried to wake Teresa but she didn't want to open her eyes; apparently she was having the best sleep of her life judging by her smile. -Treasure, get up. -Mmm -Teresa, my love, I brought you breakfast. The first thing Teresa saw when she woke up was her husband's face, which took away that smile from her mouth. -Good morning Felipe. After breakfast, husband and wife go to the police to file a report but for the whole trip Teresa seemed to be in another world. For the painter and the police officer, it was hard to listen to her story without suspecting something strange. It wasn't like her tale had logical flaws or similes, Teresa had proven very skilled at lying, but the way she described her attacker's muscles, how he grabbed her body and handled her like a doll made those who were taking the deposition look at each other in silence several times as if to say are you thinking the same thing I am? Obviously she was alone at that moment but if her husband had listened, surely suspicion would have arisen. Anyway Teresa described He perfectly described the body, voice, strength, and roughness of her attacker but the only thing he couldn't describe enough was his face. Her husband spent the whole day with her but her wife seemed very distant and he thought he knew why. He only saw her smile a few times but only when she saw her cell phone. That day too, after having avoided it for so long, he talked on the phone to Kimiko, the woman who had been introduced to him at church.
She was very formal and nice but Teresa wasn't interested in anything she said; she was trying to be but couldn't. She talked a lot about her family, her parents, her husband, and her child and how much she loved them but because of the problems in her marriage they had completely pushed her away. Any person with a little heart would have been paying attention to what she said Kimiko but not Teresa, she wasn't stopping thinking about... -Mrs. Teresa? Do you hear me? -What?...Oh yes, Kimiko, of course I do, excuse me because I didn't sleep very well last night and I'm a bit tired. -Oh, I understand Mrs. Teresa. Sleep is very important for health, please take care of your health, okay? -Oh yes Kimiko, thank you very much, you too. -If you permit me Mrs...you also have nightmares like me? -Nightmares? Ah yes, that's it and they're very strong and vivid, until this moment I tried to get them out of my head. THE NIGHTMARES OF LAST NIGHT It was one of the most beautiful days of her life for Teresa, the day of her wedding. Everything was perfect, she had on the white dress she had always dreamed of, her husband was smiling and happy like he remembered it and all the guests also smiled when they saw how beautiful she was and how happy she was.
Father Eugenio was officiating the ceremony and she remembered very well inside herself that feeling of happiness she had, the emotion of marrying her love of life but suddenly feels heavy footsteps approaching like those of a giant. The sound was far away but she heard it clearly but each time it got closer. A great fear began to fill her body with every TUM...TUM...TUM she heard. The guests now seemed closer to her, always smiling, among them she noticed very well the face of her father and mother but also the face of their two beautiful sons. They didn't have to be there. TUUM...TUUM...TUUM and the giant's footsteps got closer but at the same time Father Eugenio's voice became softer like turning down the TV volume. The giant was close, she could feel it with her ears and heart. Fear joined a feeling of guilt that she couldn't explain as if something terrible had happened or was about to happen. The enormous church doors burst open and Marcelo appears dressed like Felipe was. Father Eugenio spoke but nothing came out of his mouth while Marcelo's footsteps got stronger. He looked directly at her and she couldn't help but do the same. Now he was in front of her, beside her Felipe. In a moment of panic not knowing what to do, she looks at her husband, who was smiling and looking at her as if nothing was wrong. She searches for help among the guests but neither her parents stop smiling. Only one was different...Pedro. Pedrito kept smiling but she could see clearly that tears were falling from his eyes and then it happened with Jonás too. -Teresa. She turns back to her husband. -I love you, Teresa. He didn't stop smiling either, but the same tears fell. Marcelo wasn't in front of her anymore. -Here we are. Teresa turns around and the bully was there, right behind her. -Tell me, Teresa, what do you want? -What? -What do you want? Marcelo points to Felipe and she starts looking at him. A romantic and sweet man, sensitive, loving, understanding, an exemplary father, and a perfect husband.
She could clearly see that with his life it would be a perfect life together with her two sons. Fear disappears and her body begins to heat up, her heart beats stronger and her vagina starts to moisten. Teresa knows this isn't due to Felipe but to the presence of the man behind her. She manages to feel him breathing, she feels his desire and malice. -What do you want, Teresa? He says with the most tempting voice possible and she turns around again. Now Marcelo wasn't dressed like her husband, now he was naked with his cock in the air for everyone to see but no one reacted. -I... I -I love you, Teresa. From the other side her husband proclaimed his love but now he was next to their sons. -Over here, slut. Marcelo called her from the other side, smiling like a movie villain. Teresa's feet moved on their own and directed themselves towards Marcelo. With every step, guilt grew bigger but also her heat and especially Marcelo's dick grew harder. Teresa's mouth began to salivate and around the church it darkened. It seemed like there was an earthquake, the floor trembled and the walls broke apart revealing only darkness behind them. -I love you, Teresa -Don't leave us, Mom. Her husband and sons said but she kept walking towards Marcelo. Finally, she was in front of him now moving her hands to put them on his muscular body. She caressed it and felt it with her hands as if it were a sculpture of a god. Her hands go down until they reach his erect and enormous penis which seemed divine to her at that moment. She couldn't wait to put it in her mouth. Marcelo with force tears apart her beautiful dress that she had always dreamed of and leaves her breasts exposed but she didn't mind.
The voices of her beloveds grew stronger but she didn't look at them. The bully put his hands on her shoulders and made her kneel in front of him, having that precious cock right in front of his lustful eyes.
She was about to take it in the mouth but Marcelo stopped her. -What do you want, Teresa? Teresa took a look at the people around her, everyone was now very close, just a meter away from each other. Among them, their parents were still smiling and crying, but what was worst was that everyone had chains on their feet that immobilized them to the floor. She turned towards her loved ones and also they were chained up. The floor started opening and the guests cried even more. -Is this what you want, Teresa? Father Eugenio said in a serious tone, looking at her as deep as the soul. -Yes, I want this. Said Teresa with all the world's security and turned to kiss Marcelo's cock with love.
The darkness hugs them more each time the walls fall and the floor also. The guests from one to one from farthest to closest fall chained to the floor into the deepest darkness screaming as they went by. Screaming after screaming, Teresa kept serving the bully's cock; she kissed it, licked it, savored it, and sucked it as if nothing else existed.
Ha ha ha, I love it like a slut. Marcelo was laughing like the most wicked man. Teresa felt something, a sensation in her heart. She didn't see it but realized that her family was about to leave, just like everyone else, in that darkness, she sensed it. Teresa closed her eyes and continued sucking with even more energy and the last screams fell until they couldn't be heard anymore. Only Marcelo and Teresa were fucking like demons in the middle of nowhere, but they didn't care.
Until... -Treasure get up. Continue...
Pedro noticed how his mother was dressed with only a bathrobe as if she had just gotten out of the shower but her hair wasn't wet and he could still see her erect nipples through what she had on, which was almost nothing. This made him uncomfortable.Mama, why did you take so long to open? -I'm sorry, son, I fell asleep. -Asleep? -Yes, yes, go to your room and relax, I'll pick up your brother and make lunch okay? -What? You still haven't picked up Jonas? -Pedro, do as I say! Pedro obeys because his mother never raises her voice like that for no reason. Just as his son closes the door of his room, Teresa rushes to take Marcelo out of the house, which he was still not fully dressed. She managed to change as quickly as possible before turning on the car and rushing to her son's school. As if it weren't enough, Teresa thought that at that moment her priority should be leaving the bully in front of his house and only then go to her son's school. Obviously, she drove as fast as she could without caring about traffic lights or speed limits, but the situation was an emergency. She tried to call the school but no one answered. Her heart was full of fear for the consequences of her actions “What happened? Why aren't they answering? And if they called the police? My husband? Or something happened to my son?” Her fear was so great that she almost didn't feel the pain of her destroyed butt from Marcelo's cock. Finally, she arrived at the school but the sight of her husband's car was like a punch in the stomach. What could she say? What could she do? Felipe was just leaving the school with little Jonas in his arms. As was obvious, he got into a huge argument outside the school that caught the attention of some passersby and professors who were watching from the window. Teresa tried to explain or better invent something to justify herself but Felipe wouldn't let her talk because he kept yelling at her how terrible she had behaved; all while Jonas continued crying. Felipe realized his son didn't have to witness the argument and left him with his mother to take him home while he went back to work since he had just left an important meeting. Teresa in her car thought there was no way save herself from this but her son was beside her, stroking her hair trying to console her. At home she put away her room, canceling every possible test of her betrayal and then served lunch for her children. Luckily for Teresa, Felipe had to stay at work until night which gave her time to invent a story that would save her even if it was hard to believe, she had to try. The night saw the lights of his husband's car and knew it was time but she couldn't sit down yet due to the pain she felt. Felipe didn't want to talk to her... -At home? WHY DON'T YOU ANSWER YOUR CELL PHONE? DID YOU FORGET ABOUT OUR SON? She could see the rage and desperation in his eyes and tone of voice; she knew what he was thinking. -Felipe, Felipe...let me explain... but after insisting finally Teresa managed to tell her lie filling it with details so original that the poor man thought he was there seeing everything.This is how Teresa's story begins, depicting her as the victim of a terrible misfortune: an assault. She said that after leaving the kids at school, like an exemplary mother and wife, she went to the market to do some shopping, where a bad man, tall, strong, and violent had stolen her money and purse.The liar was observing her husband's face attentively to see his reaction and to check if he had any suspicion that he was lying. -Oh my God, Teresa, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...but why...why didn't you tell me first? -Try to make it treasure but you didn't want to listen to me. -I'm sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me, forgive me...it's just... -What? -Nothing, just that I was thinking about things... -What things? -Well, um... Thought...thought that you could be with... -With? -With someone. -Oh Felipe, how can you think that? Did I ever fail you once for you to insinuate something like this? -No, no, of course not. -Did I do or say something for you to think so lowly of me? -No, my treasure, never...Forgive me...you know what happened to me when I was a child and...just made me paranoid. -I forgive you Felipe but never again accuse me of something like that and especially don't speak to me in that way...you scared me a lot. -I'm sorry Teresa, I promise never again. The two hug and reconcile and stand up to go to sleep. -Did you change my pillow? -Oh yes, I'm sorry treasure. Look, when I arrived and took that tranquilizer for the pain next to a drink I fell asleep immediately and...and especially soiled your pillow with the drink...obviously.It wasn't enough to wash her off? -No treasure, that kind of stain stays forever. -Oh okay. But tomorrow as the first thing we're going to the police... I can't believe you didn't do that first thing. -I already told you treasure. I was upset, confused. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, you know. Plus that experience filled my whole body with... fear. I just wanted to go back home. The two of them slept together in the same bed on new sheets and Felipe holding her from behind as if he were afraid of losing her; a gesture that time ago would have seemed romantic and sweet to her but now made her think pathetic. A cruel thought she quickly tried to get out of her head. Felipe woke up first and brought breakfast to the bed for his beloved wife, who was sleeping like a rock. How beautiful is she? What if I lost her? he thought, poor man. He tried to wake Teresa but she didn't want to open her eyes; apparently she was having the best sleep of her life judging by her smile. -Treasure, get up. -Mmm -Teresa, my love, I brought you breakfast. The first thing Teresa saw when she woke up was her husband's face, which took away that smile from her mouth. -Good morning Felipe. After breakfast, husband and wife go to the police to file a report but for the whole trip Teresa seemed to be in another world. For the painter and the police officer, it was hard to listen to her story without suspecting something strange. It wasn't like her tale had logical flaws or similes, Teresa had proven very skilled at lying, but the way she described her attacker's muscles, how he grabbed her body and handled her like a doll made those who were taking the deposition look at each other in silence several times as if to say are you thinking the same thing I am? Obviously she was alone at that moment but if her husband had listened, surely suspicion would have arisen. Anyway Teresa described He perfectly described the body, voice, strength, and roughness of her attacker but the only thing he couldn't describe enough was his face. Her husband spent the whole day with her but her wife seemed very distant and he thought he knew why. He only saw her smile a few times but only when she saw her cell phone. That day too, after having avoided it for so long, he talked on the phone to Kimiko, the woman who had been introduced to him at church.She was very formal and nice but Teresa wasn't interested in anything she said; she was trying to be but couldn't. She talked a lot about her family, her parents, her husband, and her child and how much she loved them but because of the problems in her marriage they had completely pushed her away. Any person with a little heart would have been paying attention to what she said Kimiko but not Teresa, she wasn't stopping thinking about... -Mrs. Teresa? Do you hear me? -What?...Oh yes, Kimiko, of course I do, excuse me because I didn't sleep very well last night and I'm a bit tired. -Oh, I understand Mrs. Teresa. Sleep is very important for health, please take care of your health, okay? -Oh yes Kimiko, thank you very much, you too. -If you permit me Mrs...you also have nightmares like me? -Nightmares? Ah yes, that's it and they're very strong and vivid, until this moment I tried to get them out of my head. THE NIGHTMARES OF LAST NIGHT It was one of the most beautiful days of her life for Teresa, the day of her wedding. Everything was perfect, she had on the white dress she had always dreamed of, her husband was smiling and happy like he remembered it and all the guests also smiled when they saw how beautiful she was and how happy she was.Father Eugenio was officiating the ceremony and she remembered very well inside herself that feeling of happiness she had, the emotion of marrying her love of life but suddenly feels heavy footsteps approaching like those of a giant. The sound was far away but she heard it clearly but each time it got closer. A great fear began to fill her body with every TUM...TUM...TUM she heard. The guests now seemed closer to her, always smiling, among them she noticed very well the face of her father and mother but also the face of their two beautiful sons. They didn't have to be there. TUUM...TUUM...TUUM and the giant's footsteps got closer but at the same time Father Eugenio's voice became softer like turning down the TV volume. The giant was close, she could feel it with her ears and heart. Fear joined a feeling of guilt that she couldn't explain as if something terrible had happened or was about to happen. The enormous church doors burst open and Marcelo appears dressed like Felipe was. Father Eugenio spoke but nothing came out of his mouth while Marcelo's footsteps got stronger. He looked directly at her and she couldn't help but do the same. Now he was in front of her, beside her Felipe. In a moment of panic not knowing what to do, she looks at her husband, who was smiling and looking at her as if nothing was wrong. She searches for help among the guests but neither her parents stop smiling. Only one was different...Pedro. Pedrito kept smiling but she could see clearly that tears were falling from his eyes and then it happened with Jonás too. -Teresa. She turns back to her husband. -I love you, Teresa. He didn't stop smiling either, but the same tears fell. Marcelo wasn't in front of her anymore. -Here we are. Teresa turns around and the bully was there, right behind her. -Tell me, Teresa, what do you want? -What? -What do you want? Marcelo points to Felipe and she starts looking at him. A romantic and sweet man, sensitive, loving, understanding, an exemplary father, and a perfect husband.She could clearly see that with his life it would be a perfect life together with her two sons. Fear disappears and her body begins to heat up, her heart beats stronger and her vagina starts to moisten. Teresa knows this isn't due to Felipe but to the presence of the man behind her. She manages to feel him breathing, she feels his desire and malice. -What do you want, Teresa? He says with the most tempting voice possible and she turns around again. Now Marcelo wasn't dressed like her husband, now he was naked with his cock in the air for everyone to see but no one reacted. -I... I -I love you, Teresa. From the other side her husband proclaimed his love but now he was next to their sons. -Over here, slut. Marcelo called her from the other side, smiling like a movie villain. Teresa's feet moved on their own and directed themselves towards Marcelo. With every step, guilt grew bigger but also her heat and especially Marcelo's dick grew harder. Teresa's mouth began to salivate and around the church it darkened. It seemed like there was an earthquake, the floor trembled and the walls broke apart revealing only darkness behind them. -I love you, Teresa -Don't leave us, Mom. Her husband and sons said but she kept walking towards Marcelo. Finally, she was in front of him now moving her hands to put them on his muscular body. She caressed it and felt it with her hands as if it were a sculpture of a god. Her hands go down until they reach his erect and enormous penis which seemed divine to her at that moment. She couldn't wait to put it in her mouth. Marcelo with force tears apart her beautiful dress that she had always dreamed of and leaves her breasts exposed but she didn't mind.The voices of her beloveds grew stronger but she didn't look at them. The bully put his hands on her shoulders and made her kneel in front of him, having that precious cock right in front of his lustful eyes.She was about to take it in the mouth but Marcelo stopped her. -What do you want, Teresa? Teresa took a look at the people around her, everyone was now very close, just a meter away from each other. Among them, their parents were still smiling and crying, but what was worst was that everyone had chains on their feet that immobilized them to the floor. She turned towards her loved ones and also they were chained up. The floor started opening and the guests cried even more. -Is this what you want, Teresa? Father Eugenio said in a serious tone, looking at her as deep as the soul. -Yes, I want this. Said Teresa with all the world's security and turned to kiss Marcelo's cock with love.The darkness hugs them more each time the walls fall and the floor also. The guests from one to one from farthest to closest fall chained to the floor into the deepest darkness screaming as they went by. Screaming after screaming, Teresa kept serving the bully's cock; she kissed it, licked it, savored it, and sucked it as if nothing else existed.Ha ha ha, I love it like a slut. Marcelo was laughing like the most wicked man. Teresa felt something, a sensation in her heart. She didn't see it but realized that her family was about to leave, just like everyone else, in that darkness, she sensed it. Teresa closed her eyes and continued sucking with even more energy and the last screams fell until they couldn't be heard anymore. Only Marcelo and Teresa were fucking like demons in the middle of nowhere, but they didn't care.Until... -Treasure get up. Continue...
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