Teresa returns to her house like a thief, taking steps as a slut so that no one hears her with the tacos in her hands, borrowed clean clothes from Ofelia and her stained semen clothes in a plastic bag. Felipe slept soundly, secure in his wife's fidelity, while the last one, without making a noise, hid the bag under the bed and got into bed beside him.
Teresa?
I'm sorry, treasure, I didn't want to wake you up, I swear it will never happen again, it's just that with Sofía...
Don't worry, treasure, it doesn't matter. Did you have fun with your friend?
Well...yes. A lot.
I'm glad, but only if these nights of friends aren't so frequent because I like to go to sleep with you beside me.
Teresa didn't expect such patience and understanding from her husband; she was already ready with a tidal wave of excuses, but it wasn't necessary. The woman fell asleep thinking about how lucky she had...to have a husband as stupid.
The noises of her children preparing for school woke her up in the morning.
Although he had slept little, barely realized what time it was, Pedro's mother rushed to the kitchen to cook but where she usually made breakfast now was Felipe.
Oh, good morning treasure, I'm sorry, I told the kids not to make noise so you could sleep but you know how they are. -Yes...but...excuse me for arriving so late yesterday, today, well, let me cook breakfast... -Don't worry treasure, you arrived here in the middle of the night, you still have a lot of sleep left. -Ah yes, but... -No buts my love, I'll prepare breakfast, you go rest or if you're hungry I'll cook something for you too. -Oh no thanks Felipe, I ate a lot at Sofia's house. -Ok yyy what did they do until so late? The voice of Felipe was not suspicious and accusatory if not that of someone really interested and curious. -Oh nothing much, we had dinner with her husband, we talked about us, our families, he spoke a lot about you. -Ah yes? Are you going to introduce me to her and her husband finally? -No, I don't think it's a good idea. -Why not? -Well, I don't think it's a good idea to meet the husband but Sofia...maybe. -But why not? I thought they had already worked things out between them. -Not really, well if so. It's complicated. They resolved their problems apparently but that night the husband took many beers during dinner and got drunk, then he started arguing with Sofia. -Oh what a shame. -Yes, that's why I stayed until late; he left the house again and poor Sofia was crying almost all the time, poor thing. I couldn't leave her alone. -I understand. At that moment Pedro and Jonás arrive to have breakfast. The four of us sit down to eat together like a happy family, at least that's what it seemed from outside but the truth was different and the mailman who was passing by knew. He saw from the window that family so happy in the kitchen where first there was a black man naked as if it were his house. Now there are two sons, a white husband and a beautiful wife.
Black man with huge cock in the kitchen, white husband, wife having a heart attack...The mailman did 2+2 and understood what was going on; it wasn't difficult. Teresa was tired and sleepy after the previous night but with joy greeted her two sons and her husband when they left the house door. She was waiting for a message from her boss so she went to sleep with her cell phone in her hand, remembering what happened at that mansion. MEANWHILE... Just as the father was about to leave school with Jonas this last one complained saying he had a little stomach pain. -Does it hurt a lot, Jonas? -No dad, I'm brave. -Haha if it's true son, but do you feel like going to school? -Yes dad. The brave Jonas decides to go to school. Pedro on the other hand wanted to go back home, he didn't want to go to his college, he was afraid of Marcelo, his gang and teacher. Although it was already time for nobody to hit him, in him still was that feeling of danger and anxiety when approaching them. In these recent times however, the teacher was also in a bad mood and made him more difficult than the others and didn't know why. Juan tried to console him in his own way, like that same day, but when they approached Marcelo's gang, they laughed. They were all gathered watching something on someone's cell phone but as soon as poor Pedro passed by, the laughter started. -Faggot! -What? -Hahaha Even more so. -How is your mom? -My...my mom? -Yes, your mom. Is she okay? -Yes because? -Didn't you notice something tired about her? Pedro didn't understand why these questions but before one of them could respond, they hit the arm of the one who spoke to remind him to be more discreet. -My mother is fine thanks. Can I go now? -Yes yes clear haha. Pedro and Juan went to eat while the poor boy stayed half confused about what happened. -Do you know what that was, Juan? -No friend, no idea. TRIIIIIN The phone of Teresa rings and she suddenly wakes up and answers without thinking. -Hello? Good morning ma'am, I'm calling from your son Jonas' school. The boy has stomach pain and wants you to come pick him up. -Oh... Says Teresa with a bit of sadness but not because of her son if not because she was expecting Marcelo would be the one calling. -Ma'am? -Yes, yes, I understand, what a shame but this is sure he's not faking it? Kids know how to do that. The teacher of Jonas a little surprised by the mother's words stays quiet for a while. She didn't know the very slut wanted to be free if maybe the bully called her. -No ma'am, Jonas isn't faking it, he's not the type who fakes things like this. -Haha, if that's true. Well, I'm leaving now. Ah, what a mother is my son thought Teresa just after hanging up and immediately felt ashamed of herself. For a moment the disappointment that she wasn't her lover and her passion turned her into an inconsiderate mother. That was something only someone like Marcelo could say or think, not her, never her. Teresa didn't take long to arrive. The little Jonas was anxious to see her and go home. -Mom, mom, my stomach hurts. -I know treasure, I know. -Are you angry mom? -No Jonás just...was it necessary for you to make me call from school?
Jonás stayed quiet for a bit, didn't know what to say, his mom didn't usually question him that way, normally she'd kiss him and promise he'd feel better soon. -No mom, my stomach hurts a lot. -Ahh okay, then I want you to stay in bed since you're sick. No playing, toys or anything. Just rest. -Yes mom. Jonás says something sad. -I'll prepare a... PIIN A message arrives and this time it was Marcelo. Teresa was very rushed, running very fast as she approached the house while her son watched with amusement as his mom's car surpassed the others on the same road. The little one wanted to play with his toy cars.
Teresa leaves her son in bed and runs to put water for the mate. She barely did it, looked at the time, and realized that much more time had passed than she thought, so running again, she went back up the stairs and started cleaning her marital bedroom but while she was about to return to the kitchen, she realized what state she was in. What a disaster! she thought.
She was obviously beautiful but since the bully was about to arrive she wanted to look her best as possible. She fixed her hair, a bit of lip balm and... -The water! Teresa prepares to go to the kitchen where the water was already boiling. She puts the water in the cup and then the mate and runs to choose clothes to change but at that moment. DOING DONG The doorbell rings. It was him. He was already here. The woman didn't have time to put on a suitable dress so she put on a simple sundress and short shorts that had been given to her but never used.
And she ran to open it but just as she was about to go down the stairs Jonas was already in front of the door reaching for the handle. -JONÁS! WAIT! The son got scared by his mother's reaction. -They're knocking on the door mom. A lot, a lot. -It doesn't matter, I took care of it. You told me not to get out of bed Jonás. Run upstairs now, and I'll come. The little one obeys and Teresa finally opens the door. -Why the hell don't you open up? I don't like waiting. -Sorry, sorry it's just that my son is sick and... -Son? Is that pussy with glasses here? -No, no, the other one. Teresa regretted not correcting Marcelo for how he had insulted her son but thinking better there was no reason to do so; it wouldn't work anyway, but she knew she should have at least tried. -Mmm...and this is how you are in my house normally? -Yes, I mean no, it's just that...I put on the first thing I found...if you give me time I'll change and... -You didn't say you don't like it. -Oh, jeje, thanks. Then I ask the neighbor to take care of my son and we leave. -Leave? You didn't say you wanted to leave with me even a little bit. -No? I thought......... Here? -It wouldn't be the first time nice. -But it can't be. I have my Jonás at home, sick... -Shhh Marcelo covers her lips with his finger. -You know I don't like being contradicted slut. -But... -The house is big. The bully enters uninvited, walking past Teresa as if nothing was wrong. -I'm thirsty. Give me something cold. -Oh, okay. Teresa opens a soda and offers it to the young man who had settled onto the sofa in the living room as if it were his home. After that she heads to her son's room with the mate and medicine. -Here is Jonás. -Who was mom? -Nobody, nobody love. -But why did it sound like someone was knocking on the door? -It was just a...friend. An impatient friend. -Friend? The little one didn't like this word said by his mother. He didn't like the way she had said it even if he didn't understand why. -Anyway, treasure, I want you to stay in your bed, take your medicine, drink your mate and for no reason get out of your room. He noticed the absolute seriousness in his mother's voice.
-If mom. -Very well. See you later okay? -Why? Where are you going? “To paradise” thought she. -Nowhere son, we'll just see each other later. Teresa gives him a kiss on the forehead and heads out.
-But if I have... Teresa closes the door with a certain energy even though she knew her son had to tell her something. She was impatient to start. -…to go to the bathroom? Jonás finished saying the sentence when the door was closed. The medicine didn't have a bad taste but he didn't like taking it either. Downstairs, the mother of two sons, religious and married, was kneeling on the expensive carpet in the living room nursing the bully's cock from Pedro.
Already she had become much more expert. With both hands, she was tracing Marcelo's dick with circular movements and sucking the glans with her mouth, filling it with saliva that fell in large quantities onto the carpet. At that moment, Teresa didn't care if she got dirty or if it was a gift from Felipe's late father. GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK Now the slut was starting to put her master's cock even deeper into her mouth. -Uff...what a good mom slut. -GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK -You're becoming one of the best I've had. On the one hand, Teresa appreciated her male's ejaculation but on the other hand she wanted others too; it referred to herself. Jealousy began again and with that motivation, Teresa started sucking more energetically. -Aaah Jonás burned his tongue a little with the mate too hot. He had never worried about whether it was too hot; his mom usually warned him about that but normally she gave it to him lukewarm. -Ojjj...Open your mouth well, slut. Now I'll fuck you with mine. A great discharge of semen is fired into the woman and then followed by three others. She couldn't have it all in her mouth so she started swallowing it while a little dripped from her chin.
The night before having all those men for her was something terribly exciting but no matter how much she enjoyed all those cocks, none could compete with Marcelo's. A large orgasm caused by his fingers wasn't enough to alleviate her desire. She still lacked one cock, a great cock that would give her pleasure like only he could and finally now it was there to receive it. Teresa went upstairs first offering the bully a view of her precious ass which she opportunistically moved with sensuality.
Marcelo looked back at that precious guy handling it while rubbing his still hard cock. In the hallway, Teresa was already taking off her shorts, showing part of her beautiful buttocks to which the boy couldn't resist and gave her a good slap that made her scream with pleasure.
The bored son in his room listened to his mom making that noise and wondered why she was so happy. In the marital bedroom, the bully was already rubbing the tip of his cock against Teresa's anxious buttocks.
Her son was just a few meters away from there and that only heated her up more. 'You're a sick one, Teresa' she told herself in her head. The perversion of her act, the danger of being discovered, and the same echo that was making her feel so good were giving Pedro's mother a fever like no other. She adored that feeling. There was no time for regrets or worries. At that moment, there was only her and Marcelo.
The boy came all out in one go, pulling from her a moan that delighted his ears. Teresa was finally full again and adored him.
I felt like the bully of my son had touched me all the way to my intestines, which made me come at that moment. -Is it serious? So fast slut? -Mmm...What ricooo. All the accumulated heat since the other night finally exploded with the first thrust of my master but it would probably not be the last. Marcelo continued drilling the vagina of his slut producing classic hidden applause sounds only by her moans as she tried to contain herself. It didn't matter much to me if I was heard, but I knew that if my noises reached my son's room, he could have come to interrupt my fun.
The efforts of Teresa were not sufficient enough to prevent her moans from reaching her room, but Jonas had just finished taking his mate at that moment. He was already starting to feel better, but boredom was increasing and he wanted to start playing. The lovers had now changed position and Marcelo was now fucking her in the ass and insulting her for her failures as a wife and mother.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah -You're a slut! -Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah -Tell me what you are? -Mmm, ah, aah, aah -Tell me what you are, slut! -I'm a puta, ah, ah, ah -What did you say? MORE FORCEFUL! -I'm a puuutaaaa, ah, ah, I'm a perra -Haha, I'm happy to know. Teresa was well aware of how the bully treated her and degraded her but instead of getting indignant she got even wetter. She knew it was true.
What would your husband say if he saw you? -Ah, ah, ah, ah, mmm -Respond! The adulteress had a little reserve when talking about her good and faithful husband but the cock of her lover was too good to prevent her from making any resistance.
He...ah, ah, He...would kill me -Do you think, slut? Do you think he has the balls to do it? The pleasure of orgasm that arrived liberated the truth from her mouth.
He...ah, ah, He nooo, He loves me...He doesn't have, ah, ah, ah, he doesn't have balls! -Haha, yes, slut, you're right. Your husband's cuck is too faggot to do anything. Tell me, slut, has he ever betrayed you? -Mmm, no, no, noooo -Did he mistreat you, hit you or something? -No, ah, ah, ah, never him, ah, aaaah Another orgasm arrives.
Then does he deserve this? Eh? Why are you doing it? -No, he's...he, ah, ah, he's good, he doesn't deserve this. It's because you, ah, ah, ah, ah Marcelo slows down his thrusts to let her respond.
You...you were, ah, ah, you, my son, you...ah, ah, ah. You mistreat my son, ah, ah, ah, ah. I'm his mother, I can't...Marcelo doesn't like what his slut is saying and gives her a good slap on the cheek from behind.
Don't come at me with nonsense! I want the truth or I'll leave here. -NO! Nooo, no, I don't want it, I... The slap from her master reminded her that she couldn't have secrets with him and in some way she liked receiving it.
And! I was...It's ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aaaah Marcelo increased the rhythm again. It seemed like a reward, intuiting that Teresa was about to confess. -It's my fault, aaah, aaah, my fault, miii cuuulpaaaaa -Not enough, slut! I want more. Ah, ah, my fault, ah, ah, I'm a slut, a slut, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Neither she knew who I was apologizing to, if the bully, her husband or heaven. -I betray, ah, ah, I'm bad, bad, bad, ah, ah -And why do you make me a slut? -Because, because, mmmm, I'm a dog! I'm a whore, mmmm, I love your cock! -Hahaha! Finally. Is this better? Don't you feel more free? -Yes, yes, yes -Do you want to stop being a slut? Do you want to keep being faithful to your husband? Do you want to be faithful to your family? Take care of your son? -NO! NO! No, I don't want, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... I don't want, ah, ah... I want cock, I want your cock -And if they... -F**K THEM! Aaaaah
Another orgasm arrives but now that cry of pleasure, liberation, and truth reaches his son's ears. Jonás didn't quite understand what was said but recognized the voice of his mother. He was so impatient to leave but knew he had to obey, knew he had to listen to his mother. Marcelo laughed thanks to this new victory. He already had conquered Teresa's body and knew it, but now aimed at much more. He wanted her mind and soul. He wanted to make her his slave in every sense. Hours passed and they were still fucking, Jonás was on his bed watching his comic book images but the urge to go to the bathroom was becoming unbearable. Teresa no longer cared about modesty or being heard, she couldn't contain herself anymore. It was Marcelo who with one hand covered her mouth and with the other pulled her hair to prevent her moans from being discovered. He wasn't interested in anything or anyone except himself but didn't want it to be discovered yet, wanted to wait to play all his cards.
Since Teresa didn't have to pick up Jonás, she had more time with the bully who arrived first, Pedro. That was her main concern at that moment, resting beside her lover, not her family, her betrayal or her sick son; having more time to take it was the most important thing now.
Marcelo went down to the kitchen to grab something to drink as he always did, not caring about the possible danger. He had everything under control. Again in his room, he offered a small bottle of water to his woman and sat down taking his own. His cock was ready for action and the woman noticed it, so she adjusted herself over him with one hand grasping his cock. It was almost instinctive for her and without thinking, she put the clearly smaller bottle next to his member; this made her even hotter. She liked the feeling of something so big entering her body, filling her with pleasure. With her hands guiding well, she sat down on top, fully impaling herself. -Aaaah Another groan came out. At that moment, Jonás couldn't take it anymore and decided to go to the bathroom. He timidly opened the door, aware of being discovered but believed it would be worse to soil his clothes or bed than disobeying his mother.
Slowly walked to the bathroom door but now that he was close, he could hear strange noises coming from his mother's room. -Mama? He said in a low voice but knew that now it was urgent to take care of his needs and so he did, but when leaving, the noises continued and curiosity always wins with young people. Jonás forgot to turn off the water in the bathroom and headed towards his mother. The noises were clearer as he got closer and although he didn't know what they were due to, he didn't like listening to them at all. He was already in front of the closed door and the creature inside could be heard even louder. He was scared for himself and his mom. Maybe she was in danger. Tactfully and silently turned the handle, opening the door just enough to see with one eye what was happening.
The beast was her mom. From behind, she couldn't see it but saw clearly its beautiful black hair now somewhat disheveled, her white back exposed and a part of her face in an odd expression. It was her beloved mother who made those terrifying noises and made them while moving up and down with some peculiar movements I had never seen before. There was more.
Someone was also there with her. Jonás was too innocent to know what was happening but he knew it was something bad. His instinct told him so. Below the naked body of his mother was someone. A giant. He saw their thick legs, enormous footplants and dark skin like that of a classmate of his school.
Her mother was on top of the giant's arm, squashing it and screaming while she did so. She seemed to be winning, so she went back to her room and bed but wouldn't forget what she saw. A danger for Teresa that would reveal itself in time, sooner or later. Continues...
Teresa?
I'm sorry, treasure, I didn't want to wake you up, I swear it will never happen again, it's just that with Sofía...
Don't worry, treasure, it doesn't matter. Did you have fun with your friend?
Well...yes. A lot.
I'm glad, but only if these nights of friends aren't so frequent because I like to go to sleep with you beside me.
Teresa didn't expect such patience and understanding from her husband; she was already ready with a tidal wave of excuses, but it wasn't necessary. The woman fell asleep thinking about how lucky she had...to have a husband as stupid.
The noises of her children preparing for school woke her up in the morning.
Although he had slept little, barely realized what time it was, Pedro's mother rushed to the kitchen to cook but where she usually made breakfast now was Felipe.Oh, good morning treasure, I'm sorry, I told the kids not to make noise so you could sleep but you know how they are. -Yes...but...excuse me for arriving so late yesterday, today, well, let me cook breakfast... -Don't worry treasure, you arrived here in the middle of the night, you still have a lot of sleep left. -Ah yes, but... -No buts my love, I'll prepare breakfast, you go rest or if you're hungry I'll cook something for you too. -Oh no thanks Felipe, I ate a lot at Sofia's house. -Ok yyy what did they do until so late? The voice of Felipe was not suspicious and accusatory if not that of someone really interested and curious. -Oh nothing much, we had dinner with her husband, we talked about us, our families, he spoke a lot about you. -Ah yes? Are you going to introduce me to her and her husband finally? -No, I don't think it's a good idea. -Why not? -Well, I don't think it's a good idea to meet the husband but Sofia...maybe. -But why not? I thought they had already worked things out between them. -Not really, well if so. It's complicated. They resolved their problems apparently but that night the husband took many beers during dinner and got drunk, then he started arguing with Sofia. -Oh what a shame. -Yes, that's why I stayed until late; he left the house again and poor Sofia was crying almost all the time, poor thing. I couldn't leave her alone. -I understand. At that moment Pedro and Jonás arrive to have breakfast. The four of us sit down to eat together like a happy family, at least that's what it seemed from outside but the truth was different and the mailman who was passing by knew. He saw from the window that family so happy in the kitchen where first there was a black man naked as if it were his house. Now there are two sons, a white husband and a beautiful wife.Black man with huge cock in the kitchen, white husband, wife having a heart attack...The mailman did 2+2 and understood what was going on; it wasn't difficult. Teresa was tired and sleepy after the previous night but with joy greeted her two sons and her husband when they left the house door. She was waiting for a message from her boss so she went to sleep with her cell phone in her hand, remembering what happened at that mansion. MEANWHILE... Just as the father was about to leave school with Jonas this last one complained saying he had a little stomach pain. -Does it hurt a lot, Jonas? -No dad, I'm brave. -Haha if it's true son, but do you feel like going to school? -Yes dad. The brave Jonas decides to go to school. Pedro on the other hand wanted to go back home, he didn't want to go to his college, he was afraid of Marcelo, his gang and teacher. Although it was already time for nobody to hit him, in him still was that feeling of danger and anxiety when approaching them. In these recent times however, the teacher was also in a bad mood and made him more difficult than the others and didn't know why. Juan tried to console him in his own way, like that same day, but when they approached Marcelo's gang, they laughed. They were all gathered watching something on someone's cell phone but as soon as poor Pedro passed by, the laughter started. -Faggot! -What? -Hahaha Even more so. -How is your mom? -My...my mom? -Yes, your mom. Is she okay? -Yes because? -Didn't you notice something tired about her? Pedro didn't understand why these questions but before one of them could respond, they hit the arm of the one who spoke to remind him to be more discreet. -My mother is fine thanks. Can I go now? -Yes yes clear haha. Pedro and Juan went to eat while the poor boy stayed half confused about what happened. -Do you know what that was, Juan? -No friend, no idea. TRIIIIIN The phone of Teresa rings and she suddenly wakes up and answers without thinking. -Hello? Good morning ma'am, I'm calling from your son Jonas' school. The boy has stomach pain and wants you to come pick him up. -Oh... Says Teresa with a bit of sadness but not because of her son if not because she was expecting Marcelo would be the one calling. -Ma'am? -Yes, yes, I understand, what a shame but this is sure he's not faking it? Kids know how to do that. The teacher of Jonas a little surprised by the mother's words stays quiet for a while. She didn't know the very slut wanted to be free if maybe the bully called her. -No ma'am, Jonas isn't faking it, he's not the type who fakes things like this. -Haha, if that's true. Well, I'm leaving now. Ah, what a mother is my son thought Teresa just after hanging up and immediately felt ashamed of herself. For a moment the disappointment that she wasn't her lover and her passion turned her into an inconsiderate mother. That was something only someone like Marcelo could say or think, not her, never her. Teresa didn't take long to arrive. The little Jonas was anxious to see her and go home. -Mom, mom, my stomach hurts. -I know treasure, I know. -Are you angry mom? -No Jonás just...was it necessary for you to make me call from school?Jonás stayed quiet for a bit, didn't know what to say, his mom didn't usually question him that way, normally she'd kiss him and promise he'd feel better soon. -No mom, my stomach hurts a lot. -Ahh okay, then I want you to stay in bed since you're sick. No playing, toys or anything. Just rest. -Yes mom. Jonás says something sad. -I'll prepare a... PIIN A message arrives and this time it was Marcelo. Teresa was very rushed, running very fast as she approached the house while her son watched with amusement as his mom's car surpassed the others on the same road. The little one wanted to play with his toy cars.Teresa leaves her son in bed and runs to put water for the mate. She barely did it, looked at the time, and realized that much more time had passed than she thought, so running again, she went back up the stairs and started cleaning her marital bedroom but while she was about to return to the kitchen, she realized what state she was in. What a disaster! she thought.She was obviously beautiful but since the bully was about to arrive she wanted to look her best as possible. She fixed her hair, a bit of lip balm and... -The water! Teresa prepares to go to the kitchen where the water was already boiling. She puts the water in the cup and then the mate and runs to choose clothes to change but at that moment. DOING DONG The doorbell rings. It was him. He was already here. The woman didn't have time to put on a suitable dress so she put on a simple sundress and short shorts that had been given to her but never used.And she ran to open it but just as she was about to go down the stairs Jonas was already in front of the door reaching for the handle. -JONÁS! WAIT! The son got scared by his mother's reaction. -They're knocking on the door mom. A lot, a lot. -It doesn't matter, I took care of it. You told me not to get out of bed Jonás. Run upstairs now, and I'll come. The little one obeys and Teresa finally opens the door. -Why the hell don't you open up? I don't like waiting. -Sorry, sorry it's just that my son is sick and... -Son? Is that pussy with glasses here? -No, no, the other one. Teresa regretted not correcting Marcelo for how he had insulted her son but thinking better there was no reason to do so; it wouldn't work anyway, but she knew she should have at least tried. -Mmm...and this is how you are in my house normally? -Yes, I mean no, it's just that...I put on the first thing I found...if you give me time I'll change and... -You didn't say you don't like it. -Oh, jeje, thanks. Then I ask the neighbor to take care of my son and we leave. -Leave? You didn't say you wanted to leave with me even a little bit. -No? I thought......... Here? -It wouldn't be the first time nice. -But it can't be. I have my Jonás at home, sick... -Shhh Marcelo covers her lips with his finger. -You know I don't like being contradicted slut. -But... -The house is big. The bully enters uninvited, walking past Teresa as if nothing was wrong. -I'm thirsty. Give me something cold. -Oh, okay. Teresa opens a soda and offers it to the young man who had settled onto the sofa in the living room as if it were his home. After that she heads to her son's room with the mate and medicine. -Here is Jonás. -Who was mom? -Nobody, nobody love. -But why did it sound like someone was knocking on the door? -It was just a...friend. An impatient friend. -Friend? The little one didn't like this word said by his mother. He didn't like the way she had said it even if he didn't understand why. -Anyway, treasure, I want you to stay in your bed, take your medicine, drink your mate and for no reason get out of your room. He noticed the absolute seriousness in his mother's voice.-If mom. -Very well. See you later okay? -Why? Where are you going? “To paradise” thought she. -Nowhere son, we'll just see each other later. Teresa gives him a kiss on the forehead and heads out.-But if I have... Teresa closes the door with a certain energy even though she knew her son had to tell her something. She was impatient to start. -…to go to the bathroom? Jonás finished saying the sentence when the door was closed. The medicine didn't have a bad taste but he didn't like taking it either. Downstairs, the mother of two sons, religious and married, was kneeling on the expensive carpet in the living room nursing the bully's cock from Pedro.Already she had become much more expert. With both hands, she was tracing Marcelo's dick with circular movements and sucking the glans with her mouth, filling it with saliva that fell in large quantities onto the carpet. At that moment, Teresa didn't care if she got dirty or if it was a gift from Felipe's late father. GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK Now the slut was starting to put her master's cock even deeper into her mouth. -Uff...what a good mom slut. -GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK -You're becoming one of the best I've had. On the one hand, Teresa appreciated her male's ejaculation but on the other hand she wanted others too; it referred to herself. Jealousy began again and with that motivation, Teresa started sucking more energetically. -Aaah Jonás burned his tongue a little with the mate too hot. He had never worried about whether it was too hot; his mom usually warned him about that but normally she gave it to him lukewarm. -Ojjj...Open your mouth well, slut. Now I'll fuck you with mine. A great discharge of semen is fired into the woman and then followed by three others. She couldn't have it all in her mouth so she started swallowing it while a little dripped from her chin.The night before having all those men for her was something terribly exciting but no matter how much she enjoyed all those cocks, none could compete with Marcelo's. A large orgasm caused by his fingers wasn't enough to alleviate her desire. She still lacked one cock, a great cock that would give her pleasure like only he could and finally now it was there to receive it. Teresa went upstairs first offering the bully a view of her precious ass which she opportunistically moved with sensuality.Marcelo looked back at that precious guy handling it while rubbing his still hard cock. In the hallway, Teresa was already taking off her shorts, showing part of her beautiful buttocks to which the boy couldn't resist and gave her a good slap that made her scream with pleasure.The bored son in his room listened to his mom making that noise and wondered why she was so happy. In the marital bedroom, the bully was already rubbing the tip of his cock against Teresa's anxious buttocks.Her son was just a few meters away from there and that only heated her up more. 'You're a sick one, Teresa' she told herself in her head. The perversion of her act, the danger of being discovered, and the same echo that was making her feel so good were giving Pedro's mother a fever like no other. She adored that feeling. There was no time for regrets or worries. At that moment, there was only her and Marcelo.The boy came all out in one go, pulling from her a moan that delighted his ears. Teresa was finally full again and adored him.I felt like the bully of my son had touched me all the way to my intestines, which made me come at that moment. -Is it serious? So fast slut? -Mmm...What ricooo. All the accumulated heat since the other night finally exploded with the first thrust of my master but it would probably not be the last. Marcelo continued drilling the vagina of his slut producing classic hidden applause sounds only by her moans as she tried to contain herself. It didn't matter much to me if I was heard, but I knew that if my noises reached my son's room, he could have come to interrupt my fun.The efforts of Teresa were not sufficient enough to prevent her moans from reaching her room, but Jonas had just finished taking his mate at that moment. He was already starting to feel better, but boredom was increasing and he wanted to start playing. The lovers had now changed position and Marcelo was now fucking her in the ass and insulting her for her failures as a wife and mother.Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah -You're a slut! -Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah -Tell me what you are? -Mmm, ah, aah, aah -Tell me what you are, slut! -I'm a puta, ah, ah, ah -What did you say? MORE FORCEFUL! -I'm a puuutaaaa, ah, ah, I'm a perra -Haha, I'm happy to know. Teresa was well aware of how the bully treated her and degraded her but instead of getting indignant she got even wetter. She knew it was true.What would your husband say if he saw you? -Ah, ah, ah, ah, mmm -Respond! The adulteress had a little reserve when talking about her good and faithful husband but the cock of her lover was too good to prevent her from making any resistance.
He...ah, ah, He...would kill me -Do you think, slut? Do you think he has the balls to do it? The pleasure of orgasm that arrived liberated the truth from her mouth.
He...ah, ah, He nooo, He loves me...He doesn't have, ah, ah, ah, he doesn't have balls! -Haha, yes, slut, you're right. Your husband's cuck is too faggot to do anything. Tell me, slut, has he ever betrayed you? -Mmm, no, no, noooo -Did he mistreat you, hit you or something? -No, ah, ah, ah, never him, ah, aaaah Another orgasm arrives.
Then does he deserve this? Eh? Why are you doing it? -No, he's...he, ah, ah, he's good, he doesn't deserve this. It's because you, ah, ah, ah, ah Marcelo slows down his thrusts to let her respond.
You...you were, ah, ah, you, my son, you...ah, ah, ah. You mistreat my son, ah, ah, ah, ah. I'm his mother, I can't...Marcelo doesn't like what his slut is saying and gives her a good slap on the cheek from behind.
Don't come at me with nonsense! I want the truth or I'll leave here. -NO! Nooo, no, I don't want it, I... The slap from her master reminded her that she couldn't have secrets with him and in some way she liked receiving it.
And! I was...It's ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aaaah Marcelo increased the rhythm again. It seemed like a reward, intuiting that Teresa was about to confess. -It's my fault, aaah, aaah, my fault, miii cuuulpaaaaa -Not enough, slut! I want more. Ah, ah, my fault, ah, ah, I'm a slut, a slut, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Neither she knew who I was apologizing to, if the bully, her husband or heaven. -I betray, ah, ah, I'm bad, bad, bad, ah, ah -And why do you make me a slut? -Because, because, mmmm, I'm a dog! I'm a whore, mmmm, I love your cock! -Hahaha! Finally. Is this better? Don't you feel more free? -Yes, yes, yes -Do you want to stop being a slut? Do you want to keep being faithful to your husband? Do you want to be faithful to your family? Take care of your son? -NO! NO! No, I don't want, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... I don't want, ah, ah... I want cock, I want your cock -And if they... -F**K THEM! Aaaaah
Another orgasm arrives but now that cry of pleasure, liberation, and truth reaches his son's ears. Jonás didn't quite understand what was said but recognized the voice of his mother. He was so impatient to leave but knew he had to obey, knew he had to listen to his mother. Marcelo laughed thanks to this new victory. He already had conquered Teresa's body and knew it, but now aimed at much more. He wanted her mind and soul. He wanted to make her his slave in every sense. Hours passed and they were still fucking, Jonás was on his bed watching his comic book images but the urge to go to the bathroom was becoming unbearable. Teresa no longer cared about modesty or being heard, she couldn't contain herself anymore. It was Marcelo who with one hand covered her mouth and with the other pulled her hair to prevent her moans from being discovered. He wasn't interested in anything or anyone except himself but didn't want it to be discovered yet, wanted to wait to play all his cards.Since Teresa didn't have to pick up Jonás, she had more time with the bully who arrived first, Pedro. That was her main concern at that moment, resting beside her lover, not her family, her betrayal or her sick son; having more time to take it was the most important thing now.Marcelo went down to the kitchen to grab something to drink as he always did, not caring about the possible danger. He had everything under control. Again in his room, he offered a small bottle of water to his woman and sat down taking his own. His cock was ready for action and the woman noticed it, so she adjusted herself over him with one hand grasping his cock. It was almost instinctive for her and without thinking, she put the clearly smaller bottle next to his member; this made her even hotter. She liked the feeling of something so big entering her body, filling her with pleasure. With her hands guiding well, she sat down on top, fully impaling herself. -Aaaah Another groan came out. At that moment, Jonás couldn't take it anymore and decided to go to the bathroom. He timidly opened the door, aware of being discovered but believed it would be worse to soil his clothes or bed than disobeying his mother.Slowly walked to the bathroom door but now that he was close, he could hear strange noises coming from his mother's room. -Mama? He said in a low voice but knew that now it was urgent to take care of his needs and so he did, but when leaving, the noises continued and curiosity always wins with young people. Jonás forgot to turn off the water in the bathroom and headed towards his mother. The noises were clearer as he got closer and although he didn't know what they were due to, he didn't like listening to them at all. He was already in front of the closed door and the creature inside could be heard even louder. He was scared for himself and his mom. Maybe she was in danger. Tactfully and silently turned the handle, opening the door just enough to see with one eye what was happening.The beast was her mom. From behind, she couldn't see it but saw clearly its beautiful black hair now somewhat disheveled, her white back exposed and a part of her face in an odd expression. It was her beloved mother who made those terrifying noises and made them while moving up and down with some peculiar movements I had never seen before. There was more.Someone was also there with her. Jonás was too innocent to know what was happening but he knew it was something bad. His instinct told him so. Below the naked body of his mother was someone. A giant. He saw their thick legs, enormous footplants and dark skin like that of a classmate of his school.Her mother was on top of the giant's arm, squashing it and screaming while she did so. She seemed to be winning, so she went back to her room and bed but wouldn't forget what she saw. A danger for Teresa that would reveal itself in time, sooner or later. Continues...
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