What did you see, Jonás?... Jonás was so scared that his mother being so angry couldn't respond. His mother had realized someone had entered the bathroom when she was with her lover. -Respond to me, Jonás! Now! -I, I... I saw... I saw you. -... Teresa was actually not angry at her son but was scared of what she might have seen. She felt like an animal cornered and pulled out her claws to defend herself. -Jonás...what else did you see? -Nothing! You were there and a giant. -What? -I've seen you, mom. I saw you sitting on the black giant. -... Jonás... What do you think you saw? -That's all, mom, I swear. You, the giant, and you were winning, right? I saw you crushing his arm and making a lot of noise. Teresa was so nervous that although she had just showered, she was sweating cold. The interpretation of what her son saw was almost correct but thanks to heaven he didn't have the slightest idea of the true nature of his actions. This allowed him to manipulate his memory of what he saw into something that made it comfortable for her. -Oh my son, haha, you do have a great imagination. There wasn't any giant, just me... me and a horse. -Horse? -Yes, my treasure, mom was playing at riding the horse, you know? Sometimes big people like to play this game. -But... but... why were they screaming, mom? Why did they crush the arm of the horse? -Haha, no son, that wasn't his arm. Anyway, those who ride horses have to tame them, make them tired, do you understand? -Mmm yes. -Very well, Jonás... -But why didn't they wear clothes, mom? -Oh son, riding horses is very tiring and makes you sweat a lot, so I didn't want to get my clothes dirty. -Oh okay. -Is that all, son? -Mom. I can also play horseback riding? -Haha. No treasure, that's something for big people. Now remember not to tell anyone about this, okay? Not even Pedrito or your dad. They. I don't want them to bother themselves, they're not like you my king. You're not jealous, right? -No mom. -Good then, so you won't say anything to anyone ever. Do I have to lie? -It's not lying son, it's just... keeping a secret. It'll be a secret between the two of us. -If mom... but... -What? Mom is getting annoyed. -Who was the horse? -... -Mom? -... Nobody Jonás. He was my friend, the impatient one, today both of us were impatient to play horseback riding. You know your dad is very jealous and he doesn't like me having another friend to play with. -Like Carlos? My friend Carlos also gets mad when I play with my classmates at cars. -That's how it is treasure, that's how it is.
Teresa started cleaning the house a little before Pedro arrived. First of all, she gave another look at the gift Marcelo had given her before leaving. Normally one would have wondered how a boy so young could have so much money to make such a similar gift but after seeing the money she received that night there were no more questions. Marcelo's activities, that circle of prostitution from which he was part, where she participated, was something terrible and deplorable but honestly didn't matter to her; she received an elegant gold collar, a gift that her husband normally could afford with more than a month of hard work.
For almost two weeks, Marcelo and Teresa kept seeing each other without problems, almost every day, at any spot the bully wanted it to be, a hotel, his house or her house. Pedro's mother started making many expenses for special clothes that she hid inside her car.
Anything could please her master more. Teresa used to be an wife who spent most of the time at home and now she goes out every day. When Marcelo didn't order her to find him, she would go shopping or to the gym; anything to keep herself busy and get rid of desire. She started getting to know Claudia better, the young woman from the gym where she trained every time. The girl was very fun and intelligent, it was a pleasure to be with her, except when she became too affectionate with her. Teresa managed to discreetly separate herself when Claudia's hands began to touch her body too much but it was enough to spark suspicion. However, it didn't bother her much since Claudia never crossed the line, at the same time, a certain curiosity grew in her. The two of them didn't talk much about Teresa, especially about her family, she tried to change the subject for obvious reasons so it was the girl who told her everything.
Claudia worked as a barista at night and also as a waitress on weekends. From what she could understand, Claudia wasn't in good terms with her parents but didn't know why. She had a year more than her son and saved money for university, she had left her boyfriend because of his excessive jealousy, she said, but Teresa knew she was hiding something.
-And how are things going with your husband? -My husband? Fine, why? -Just out of curiosity. Tell me, does he give you those earrings? -Earrings? -Come on, you know what I'm talking about. The earrings, the ones you had when we first met. -Oh... those earrings. Well, yes, it was him, normally I don't wear them to go to the gym. -Why not? Don't tell me you're ashamed of such a lovely gift. -No, I'm not ashamed... Because I would have to be... BRIIIN The phone rings. -Excuse me... Hello? -Teresa, are you coming back? -Umm yes, almost done. -That's great because Father Eugenio invited us to dinner tomorrow. Other couples will also be there so I told him we'd come. Teresa. She got upset when she found out that. She always wanted to be free if Marcelo needed her, but she didn't want to raise suspicions. -Yes. What a good idea. -Genial, then we'll see each other later. The frustration was evident on Teresa's face and her friend noticed it, but also noticed the image of Felipe on her cell phone at the moment of hanging up the call. -And who was he? -Oh, my husband. Nothing important. -Your husband? -Yes, my husband. -Your husband is... white? -Ah yes. Why? I don't understand. -Nothing, friend, just had imagined your husband... different. Teresa didn't understand the reason for her friend's days of questions but she had the feeling of having said something wrong. The mother of Pedro barely managed to warn the bully of what would happen, hoping maybe that he would order him to go away. It wasn't like that. Marcelo told her he wanted her to go to that dinner and dress provocatively. She expected them to see each other those days but her master seemed busy and now she had to go to a boring dinner with her husband. What Teresa didn't know, and what Marcelo knew, was that until the men of the church who would be at that dinner couldn't resist looking at the beauty of that woman, and that's what his plan consisted of. The day arrived and Teresa chose patiently her clothes to prepare herself. She had ordered her to dress provocatively and she would do so, but at the same time she didn't have to exaggerate since she was going to a dinner with decent and respectable people or maybe that's what she thought.
Teresa sent the proof that she fulfilled her master's orders. -Ugh, you're giving me such a hard-on. -Hehe good, it's not too late for that yet. -No, today I want you to go to that dinner and do everything I tell you. Put on your earrings. -Okay but... Marcelo hangs up the call and returns to enjoy the blowjob they're giving him.
-You're all set, treasure. -Yes, almost. Just as soon as her husband saw her, he questioned her outfit saying it was too revealing for that dinner or in general. What he said was true, she knew, but the same didn't please him so she started a discussion that didn't resolve and they went the whole trip without speaking to each other. Teresa and Felipe arrive at the restaurant where other parents from their church and other guests are celebrating Father Eugenio's 40 years as an active and prominent member of that community. The present couples were all from Mother Pedro's church, all friends or acquaintances. It was inevitable that Teresa's sensual and provocative body would draw attention in that dress but nobody said anything; they just limited themselves to speaking in low voices for the woman's entertainment and her husband's embarrassment. Felipe loved his wife but didn't feel comfortable with her being so exposed and feared it might lead his friends to talk badly about him and his family. She had noticed. Her husband's face of discomfort was quite evident but that caused her a feeling of amusement, a certain joy and pride for having put him in his place knowing he couldn't stop her. While they were sitting waiting for food, Marcelo sent a message asking if she was doing what he told her to do. Click
Teresa took a selfie with the invited people and sent it to the boy. She didn't know why but ordered him to take many more photos of the other people there too. It seemed like everyone was very friendly as always, but among them, the men at the table couldn't stop looking at Teresa's cleavage. A few words to their wives and a quick glance at her breasts. Even some priests couldn't contain themselves.
-Teresa, treasure, I think people are staring at you.
-And what? -What's wrong? It's not appropriate. I don't want that...
-Is everything all right, kids? Interrupted Father Eugenio.
-Oh yes, father. Everything is fine. Responds Felipe, looking at his wife checking her phone. Teresa had received a message. Marcelo was ordering her to put on a show for the old man. He meant Father Eugenio.
-What? It's a priest, I've known him since I was little. What would he think of me?
-I don't care, slut. I want you to do it. Believe me, you'll be surprised by the result. Teresa could lie to Marcelo and say she had done it but her will had become law for her. As soon as her husband stopped bothering Eugenio, she approached him speaking closely.
-Daughter, did you notice Kimiko is here?
-Oh, yes, father. I'll say hello.
-Well, I told you she's in a delicate situation and she said she tried to contact you but you're always busy. It was true, Kimiko had tried to call her but Teresa avoided her calls. She didn't have the time or patience to listen to her complaints.
-Oh, yes, I'm sorry father. I've been very busy...
-Maybe you're annoyed with her?
-No, no, of course not.
-Very well then, please contact her next week.
Teresa realized she was very close to him and then, taking courage, she went closer and moved forward with her breasts.
-As you say, father. She said with a voice that had little innocence.
Coff, coff, very well daughter, very well. Father Eugenio couldn't help but notice her generous breasts which made him slightly uncomfortable but at the same time awakened something in him. Pedro's mother noticed that too. Perhaps she had barely excited an honest and honorable old priest like Father Eugenio? That old man saw her grow up and was almost like a second father to her, but now thinking he could have seen her as a woman made her feel quite warm. Teresa was starting to pay more attention to the men's gazes at her church. She couldn't say it with 100% certainty but some of them were caught staring at her cleavage, including her husband's best friend whose wife was almost completely bald. Feeling prettier than another woman pleased her. Felipe continued chatting with the others without knowing his wife beside him was spending her time writing to her lover and posing in sexy poses for some men who like timid children pretended not to be paying attention. Among the eyes that observed her, the most piercing and suspicious were those of Doña Marta, seated as far away from her as possible. Despite her age, she had perfect vision and a malicious and suspicious mind that at that moment had every reason to think ill. The old woman saw how the very slut was showing herself off in front of the men, so weak to the flesh. Time and experience taught her not to say what she saw out loud unless she waited for the right moment to strike. It was hard for her to contain herself. Her anger made her blood boil at seeing a supposed mother and wife flirting like a common prostitute.
Already it had been late, it was time to leave and all the guests began to say goodbye. Kimiko with great timidity approached Teresa to greet her. 'Señora Teresa, how are you?' 'Very well, Kimiko, thank you. Listen, I've been very busy these weeks but I promise you that I'll contact you in a few days to see what we can do together, okay? 'Oh, yes, you're very generous, Señora Teresa.' 'Jaja, just call me Teresa. You make me feel old, Kimiko.' Teresa moved her hair to one side revealing those earrings to Kimiko whose face turned pale. 'Kimiko? Is everything all right?' '... Kimiko?' 'Yes, yes, everything's fine. Good night.' Teresa saw that she looked at her earrings but didn't understand her reaction. When the woman was walking away looking a bit disturbed, another one came to ruin the night. 'Do you think I don't know what you are? Do you think we're blind and deaf? I'm telling you clearly, Teresita, I see everything you do.' The fear returned to Pedro's mom's body like the first time. The crazy old woman who grabbed her arm tightly and whispered those words had seen her as she really was. She had been discovered. Doña Marta walked away leaving her thoughts alone. 'Is everything all right, Teresa?' 'Yes, I'm fine. Just take me home,' Teresa said badly to her husband. Continues...
Teresa started cleaning the house a little before Pedro arrived. First of all, she gave another look at the gift Marcelo had given her before leaving. Normally one would have wondered how a boy so young could have so much money to make such a similar gift but after seeing the money she received that night there were no more questions. Marcelo's activities, that circle of prostitution from which he was part, where she participated, was something terrible and deplorable but honestly didn't matter to her; she received an elegant gold collar, a gift that her husband normally could afford with more than a month of hard work.For almost two weeks, Marcelo and Teresa kept seeing each other without problems, almost every day, at any spot the bully wanted it to be, a hotel, his house or her house. Pedro's mother started making many expenses for special clothes that she hid inside her car.Anything could please her master more. Teresa used to be an wife who spent most of the time at home and now she goes out every day. When Marcelo didn't order her to find him, she would go shopping or to the gym; anything to keep herself busy and get rid of desire. She started getting to know Claudia better, the young woman from the gym where she trained every time. The girl was very fun and intelligent, it was a pleasure to be with her, except when she became too affectionate with her. Teresa managed to discreetly separate herself when Claudia's hands began to touch her body too much but it was enough to spark suspicion. However, it didn't bother her much since Claudia never crossed the line, at the same time, a certain curiosity grew in her. The two of them didn't talk much about Teresa, especially about her family, she tried to change the subject for obvious reasons so it was the girl who told her everything. Claudia worked as a barista at night and also as a waitress on weekends. From what she could understand, Claudia wasn't in good terms with her parents but didn't know why. She had a year more than her son and saved money for university, she had left her boyfriend because of his excessive jealousy, she said, but Teresa knew she was hiding something.
-And how are things going with your husband? -My husband? Fine, why? -Just out of curiosity. Tell me, does he give you those earrings? -Earrings? -Come on, you know what I'm talking about. The earrings, the ones you had when we first met. -Oh... those earrings. Well, yes, it was him, normally I don't wear them to go to the gym. -Why not? Don't tell me you're ashamed of such a lovely gift. -No, I'm not ashamed... Because I would have to be... BRIIIN The phone rings. -Excuse me... Hello? -Teresa, are you coming back? -Umm yes, almost done. -That's great because Father Eugenio invited us to dinner tomorrow. Other couples will also be there so I told him we'd come. Teresa. She got upset when she found out that. She always wanted to be free if Marcelo needed her, but she didn't want to raise suspicions. -Yes. What a good idea. -Genial, then we'll see each other later. The frustration was evident on Teresa's face and her friend noticed it, but also noticed the image of Felipe on her cell phone at the moment of hanging up the call. -And who was he? -Oh, my husband. Nothing important. -Your husband? -Yes, my husband. -Your husband is... white? -Ah yes. Why? I don't understand. -Nothing, friend, just had imagined your husband... different. Teresa didn't understand the reason for her friend's days of questions but she had the feeling of having said something wrong. The mother of Pedro barely managed to warn the bully of what would happen, hoping maybe that he would order him to go away. It wasn't like that. Marcelo told her he wanted her to go to that dinner and dress provocatively. She expected them to see each other those days but her master seemed busy and now she had to go to a boring dinner with her husband. What Teresa didn't know, and what Marcelo knew, was that until the men of the church who would be at that dinner couldn't resist looking at the beauty of that woman, and that's what his plan consisted of. The day arrived and Teresa chose patiently her clothes to prepare herself. She had ordered her to dress provocatively and she would do so, but at the same time she didn't have to exaggerate since she was going to a dinner with decent and respectable people or maybe that's what she thought.
Teresa sent the proof that she fulfilled her master's orders. -Ugh, you're giving me such a hard-on. -Hehe good, it's not too late for that yet. -No, today I want you to go to that dinner and do everything I tell you. Put on your earrings. -Okay but... Marcelo hangs up the call and returns to enjoy the blowjob they're giving him.-You're all set, treasure. -Yes, almost. Just as soon as her husband saw her, he questioned her outfit saying it was too revealing for that dinner or in general. What he said was true, she knew, but the same didn't please him so she started a discussion that didn't resolve and they went the whole trip without speaking to each other. Teresa and Felipe arrive at the restaurant where other parents from their church and other guests are celebrating Father Eugenio's 40 years as an active and prominent member of that community. The present couples were all from Mother Pedro's church, all friends or acquaintances. It was inevitable that Teresa's sensual and provocative body would draw attention in that dress but nobody said anything; they just limited themselves to speaking in low voices for the woman's entertainment and her husband's embarrassment. Felipe loved his wife but didn't feel comfortable with her being so exposed and feared it might lead his friends to talk badly about him and his family. She had noticed. Her husband's face of discomfort was quite evident but that caused her a feeling of amusement, a certain joy and pride for having put him in his place knowing he couldn't stop her. While they were sitting waiting for food, Marcelo sent a message asking if she was doing what he told her to do. ClickTeresa took a selfie with the invited people and sent it to the boy. She didn't know why but ordered him to take many more photos of the other people there too. It seemed like everyone was very friendly as always, but among them, the men at the table couldn't stop looking at Teresa's cleavage. A few words to their wives and a quick glance at her breasts. Even some priests couldn't contain themselves.-Teresa, treasure, I think people are staring at you.
-And what? -What's wrong? It's not appropriate. I don't want that...
-Is everything all right, kids? Interrupted Father Eugenio.
-Oh yes, father. Everything is fine. Responds Felipe, looking at his wife checking her phone. Teresa had received a message. Marcelo was ordering her to put on a show for the old man. He meant Father Eugenio.
-What? It's a priest, I've known him since I was little. What would he think of me?
-I don't care, slut. I want you to do it. Believe me, you'll be surprised by the result. Teresa could lie to Marcelo and say she had done it but her will had become law for her. As soon as her husband stopped bothering Eugenio, she approached him speaking closely.
-Daughter, did you notice Kimiko is here?
-Oh, yes, father. I'll say hello.
-Well, I told you she's in a delicate situation and she said she tried to contact you but you're always busy. It was true, Kimiko had tried to call her but Teresa avoided her calls. She didn't have the time or patience to listen to her complaints.
-Oh, yes, I'm sorry father. I've been very busy...
-Maybe you're annoyed with her?
-No, no, of course not.
-Very well then, please contact her next week.
Teresa realized she was very close to him and then, taking courage, she went closer and moved forward with her breasts.
-As you say, father. She said with a voice that had little innocence.
Coff, coff, very well daughter, very well. Father Eugenio couldn't help but notice her generous breasts which made him slightly uncomfortable but at the same time awakened something in him. Pedro's mother noticed that too. Perhaps she had barely excited an honest and honorable old priest like Father Eugenio? That old man saw her grow up and was almost like a second father to her, but now thinking he could have seen her as a woman made her feel quite warm. Teresa was starting to pay more attention to the men's gazes at her church. She couldn't say it with 100% certainty but some of them were caught staring at her cleavage, including her husband's best friend whose wife was almost completely bald. Feeling prettier than another woman pleased her. Felipe continued chatting with the others without knowing his wife beside him was spending her time writing to her lover and posing in sexy poses for some men who like timid children pretended not to be paying attention. Among the eyes that observed her, the most piercing and suspicious were those of Doña Marta, seated as far away from her as possible. Despite her age, she had perfect vision and a malicious and suspicious mind that at that moment had every reason to think ill. The old woman saw how the very slut was showing herself off in front of the men, so weak to the flesh. Time and experience taught her not to say what she saw out loud unless she waited for the right moment to strike. It was hard for her to contain herself. Her anger made her blood boil at seeing a supposed mother and wife flirting like a common prostitute.Already it had been late, it was time to leave and all the guests began to say goodbye. Kimiko with great timidity approached Teresa to greet her. 'Señora Teresa, how are you?' 'Very well, Kimiko, thank you. Listen, I've been very busy these weeks but I promise you that I'll contact you in a few days to see what we can do together, okay? 'Oh, yes, you're very generous, Señora Teresa.' 'Jaja, just call me Teresa. You make me feel old, Kimiko.' Teresa moved her hair to one side revealing those earrings to Kimiko whose face turned pale. 'Kimiko? Is everything all right?' '... Kimiko?' 'Yes, yes, everything's fine. Good night.' Teresa saw that she looked at her earrings but didn't understand her reaction. When the woman was walking away looking a bit disturbed, another one came to ruin the night. 'Do you think I don't know what you are? Do you think we're blind and deaf? I'm telling you clearly, Teresita, I see everything you do.' The fear returned to Pedro's mom's body like the first time. The crazy old woman who grabbed her arm tightly and whispered those words had seen her as she really was. She had been discovered. Doña Marta walked away leaving her thoughts alone. 'Is everything all right, Teresa?' 'Yes, I'm fine. Just take me home,' Teresa said badly to her husband. Continues...
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