Ex novia de mi hijo

Hello, I'm smoking a cigarette 🚬 today, August 24th, wanting to tell something that's been really inside me for a while now. It's not easy to talk about what happened to my son's ex-girlfriend two years ago. It might be long but it's necessary. Before you can judge me or think I'm crazy, I want to leave this behind and put an end to something that shouldn't have happened. My name is Carlos and I'm 65 years old, living in Mexico City. Although I'm retired, my family runs a grocery store, which is a strategic point for this story. My family consists of my wife, my older daughter who lives apart with her husband, and my younger son who's currently 19 years old. I consider myself a calm and sociable person dedicated to home and business, normal in every way. Despite being grey-haired and older, I still maintain my vitality. As parents know, there's always one child that costs more to keep on the right path. We gave him everything because we wanted him to be good at school and daily tasks, but puberty brought strong problems. Although he can be stubborn and lazy sometimes, he's a good kid with manners. That's why we trusted him enough to let him have a girlfriend in front of our eyes and not wander the streets alone at night.His girlfriend's name is Ghandi, a little girl we've known since she was small, as she's the daughter of my childhood friend's child. Because her parents know us and have a good relationship with us, they gave both of us the opportunity to be responsible and have this relationship with our mutual inspection. Even though it sounds like an excuse, we've been studying together and helping each other out a lot. Most of the time I spend at the store, basically my life, and when there's something to do, my wife or son takes care of it, so Ghandi and my son are always together everywhere they go. It seems like they're also doing well, even their parents think they could be a nice and determined couple in the future, and I thought so too, always seeing them with affection. But after being a good boy, came the first setback when I let him go to a party and he arrived late at home drunk, and we had a discussion where I saw him drunk and with bruises on his arms, which was unusual for me, given the problem, I took away his phone to see what he was up to or what was happening, sending messages with other girls and arguing with Ghandi. Days later, I saw Ghandi three or four times running out of the house crying with red eyes, and I felt bad for her and her parents who were going to think their daughter came home like that... Trying to find out what was going on, I wanted to talk to Ghandi, but it took days to see her again, until one day I found her at the store buying things, and that's where I brought up the topic and she just listened without saying anything, with red eyes, unable to continue this. So I told her I needed to talk to her on the phone and find out what was going on, how to help both her and her parents, and end it well. To which Ghandi agreed. passing her number so I could talk when it was possible... Letting time pass to make the call and confirm the reason for the bruises she had given me after forcing my brother Gandhi's sister to apologize to me, saying both of them were guilty. The girl couldn't speak because of the crying on the other side of the call, so I hung up and thought with a clear head, but there was something that kept bothering me. She mentioned Facebook a lot and the problems caused by this problem... So I remembered that putting her number on Facebook could help me find the owner, and it worked out. I found Gandhi's Facebook without thinking and sent him a request, which he accepted in minutes, and with a 'hello good afternoon' everything started. I began to look at all his content, from posts like my kids made to photos, and it was there that I realized the problem: my son's jealousy of Gandhi's photos. The truth surprised me because I never saw her with morbo until then, since I had never seen her in shorts and short dresses, awakening my libido, before those photos and comments from gentlemen and boys but none from my son. When I found myself alone at home with low sales, I decided to close the curtain of the store, close the house if doubts arose, and go to bed in my room to keep watching her. Morbidity took over me like a child taking himself when seeing provocative photos, each time I saw one, leading my hand to my penis that started reacting to that tasty girlWith responses to her pervert photo like 'Que yummy you are, Mamita, you're a woman and she only answered with laughter. It was incredible to see her in a skirt with her yummy legs and adjusted neckline showing what I never saw with morbo, as if her nipples wanted to come out of that small and youthful body.The chick was driving me crazy seeing her whole small curvy body with those twisted legs in little skirts and with her yummy titties, it was a delight for my eyes and head that were thinking dirty things while looking at her like that and all her depraved admirers including myself with the cock well up masturbatingI had already lost my mind I just wanted to get her that's all I thought about making her mine I desired her with much morbo and horniness afterwards after so long I came gloriously like never filling everything with me and the dream of semen by that rich little ex-girlfriend of my son or girlfriend still perhaps and daughter of my friend both things made me very horny knowing it was bad I enjoyed myself crazy... Recover my sanity put on my pants clean up and answer the message with hello you're fine, right? She said she was trying but it was a matter of time I started to come up with ideas in my head to see her to be able to get to her to see the crazy and risky moment of having her and so two weeks passed perfecting the plan This time I spent pampering her giving her encouragement always calling her daughter or Ghandi but I couldn't take it anymore morbo of wanting to say other things I stayed on track to know I was going well, at the third week and almost daily conversation already started telling her my beautiful girl something she liked and asking if there was someone else in her life thing she denied After talking so much I stopped mentioning my son and only being her and me passed from being Don Carlos to being papi and it's because I said between kisses I'd like to be your papi thing she took well but I saw it more as horniness like sometimes you'll say papi in another way, time passes and being on the lookout for her noticed a photo where she appeared at a family party and took advantage of saying pass me your photo so I can give my opinion about her in secret things she accepted in good form.Don't wait any longer it was today or follow a game I didn't want to continue .. And I took advantage of responding Mommy but look nothing more than beautiful you are with that dress you're a precious one I love your thighs and all your body G- what does he say C- it's the truth makes my heart flutter and more things my girl G-but what does he say C- it's the truth I love how you see me makes me think bad things G- what things C- Don't get angry my chubby girl G- no C- my penis my love Taking too long to respond, she only said she didn't imagine causing that in me and before my hot morbidity I opted to send her a picture of my penisI imagine it took you long to see her since I was about to go to the party, that afternoon I was with nerves fear because they would see what was happening, mixed feelings but there was no turning back That day at night (midnight) My cell phone wouldn't stop ringing, drowsy I saw it was her I prepared to go to the store so as not to make noise and between nerves and butterflies in my stomach I answered drunk she barely understood me saying she didn't imagine such a thing was happening but that she wanted to get there , without preamble I answered that she should have intimacy the longest silence of my life................................... Ghandi - I have to go home to my grandparents' house, can you meet me at 1 on the street near my house .. My soul rests in happiness I hit a siii of course it will be .. It will continue ....