CHAPTER 1My first time...
Thinking about the reason why I enjoy milfs and curvy women led me to conclude that it was because of what happened to me on my first time.
Many years have passed since what I will tell now, but I've always lived in my mind and I think it still governs my tastes and desires in some way somehow.
I would have been around 16 years old, for that time I already studied outside of my town where I would return each weekend to spend it at my parents' place.
I had then a neighbor who was a bit older than my mother, Doña Chela, a lady, I'd say plump but would be lying, she was fat but with shape, or so her waist formed, she had enormous breasts and even larger buttocks, the ankles were impressively thick, as they were the only thing that showed, always wore long skirts and dresses that covered her from the neck, only in hot weather could I see her arms, and well, it's with her that I had my first fantasies, I remember it was when she came to our house one day to ask my mother for something while wearing a sleeveless dress that shows from the beginning of the arm, she bent down and I could only see the edge of her bra and the bulge of her breast, that served for me to fall in love with her since that day, since that day I saw her differently, and I made sure to be around whenever she was, or offered to bring what my mother sent her, just to see her ankles or the swing of her enormous booty when walking, or how her huge breasts bounced when walking. She would have been around 40 years old at that time.
Whenever there was a gathering at home, she and her husband were invited, and I'd take advantage to be close to her looking at her, following her gaze, and fantasizing about seeing her naked, since at that age of mine I still didn't know what a naked woman looked like, only in magazine photos clear. So I always ended up jerking off in her honor with tremendous orgasms thinking of Doña Chela.
One of those days, I was at home and went up to the roof to bring down some clothes my mother had hung out there, reluctantly going up to the roof, I happened to look over at Doña Chela's house, and what I saw left me impressed. Doña Chela was washing clothes by hand, scrubbing and pouring water, making that movement of scrubbing and scrubbing, as if she were in her own home, wearing only a flowery bathrobe, I could tell because her breasts were moving in an impressive way, like two full water balloons, sensational, sensual, extremely exciting, and the movement she made while washing clothes made her enormous pair of tits stand out even more. She also had two loose bottles hanging from above, and you could see the white flesh of the nipple area, from my perspective I could almost see her complete breasts, I was mesmerized watching her from my roof, when my mother shouted at me calling me to bring what she told me to get, that made Doña Chela turn around and catch me looking at her, she straightened up, stopped washing clothes, shook her hands free of excess water and wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, smiled at me saying but what are you doing up there spying on me, boy, go and bring your mother what she asked for, don't be a peeping Tom and laughed. I was nervous trying to come up with an excuse but nothing came out of my mouth, as best I could I got up and like hypnotized without being able to stop looking at her. Almost walking backwards I retreated to take the things to my mother. Obviously that night, I imagined a thousand things and gave myself a movie-like masturbation.
In the following days, and seeking to see her again I would climb up to the rooftop to look, but I wouldn't see anything, she wasn't doing laundry anymore, so I'd just watch her move from one room to another. (I'm mentioning that I'm talking about a rural house where all the rooms open onto a central courtyard). That left me disappointed, until one day she came into the house and when I heard her enter quickly I went to greet her, she was talking to my mother, I just said hello.
Hello Mrs. Chela...
Hello son, how are you, what's up with you in the city?
Very well, Mrs. Chela, and you?
Well, nothing son, everything's fine.
Then he kept talking to my mother and I was still looking at his ass, imagining that it was moving to provoke me, which wasn't the case. I finished talking to my mother and after saying goodbye to her, he said this to my mother:
Good friend, I'm going, I think there's enough water now to wash myself, it's been a long time since I washed and I have a garroter (they call dirty clothes that way), and looking at me, he said:
Goodbye sonny smiling.
I'm not sure if it was my imagination, but in that smile I saw her gaze was like an invitation. So I waited a while that seemed eternal and with nerves climbed to the rooftop. And she was already there washing with the same flowery bathrobe with its two buttons open and leaving me see the bouncing of those enormous tits, washing with much effort and I remember that the grease that hangs under her arms moved, I was ecstatic looking, obvious to say that between nerves and excited I had my cock harder than anything, I saw her moving while washing and her tits hanging inside the bathrobe, her huge booty moving, it was an impressively sexual spectacle. At a moment she straightened up to rest and repeating the movement of wiping sweat with the back of her hand, I looked up and waving my hand at her.
What's he doing up there, son?
Nothing....nothing...Mrs. Chela, I only came to look for something
And did you find him son? And he laughed loudly
I told him:
If yes I've already found it then I'm leaving.
She responded to me;
Come on, son, go do your homework
So I got out of there, for me what was happening was really exciting, I thought something was going on, but now I know it was just the normal behavior of an old lady with a young voyeur.
I had to count too that Mrs. Chela was married to Mr. Miguel, an older man than her and a hardened drinker, owner of some billiard halls in the locality, which gave him a reason to always be drunk, so I always knew about the problems they had, but since in those villages women used to put up with what their husbands did back then, it was normal for me to see her sometimes walking down the streets with her husband almost hanging off her shoulder, taking him home. It wasn't just once that she called me over to help her get him inside when he fell asleep at the door. I must say I longed for those days to arrive, because when I helped her carry the drunk, I could be next to her and sometimes even touch her Booty or brush against her arms. But it didn't go any further than that, then I'd help get him settled in his bed and that was all.
They had three bedrooms to sleep, one where they slept, another where the two sons slept and another where the two daughters slept, theirs was the largest, with a bed attached to the right wall next to the window just in the corner, with a closet directly opposite. And next to that room they had a small room which when I arrived they used as a storage for dirty clothes or things like that, it was small and connected to the room through an opening in the wall covered only with a curtain of fabric and gave onto the central courtyard through another door. It had a single bed and tables where I suppose ironed or something like that.
For me it was like my second home, first because I always went there to run errands for my mother, or because I ended up going many times helping Doña Chela take Don Miguel to sleep off his drunkenness.
So days passed and more days and I kept going with the excitement and fantasy of seeing Doña Chela naked, seeing her nipples or seeing her under her skirts, something that until that moment I had not managed to do, except for what I have recounted above.
But one day my luck changed... it was at a celebration of my parents' anniversary or someone's birthday, I don't remember which. All I remember is that I had gone out to see my girlfriend and returned early because I knew there would be dinner at home, arrived when everyone was already here, all drinking and chatting, including Doña Chela, who as always was in the kitchen with my mother helping to prepare and serve dinner, finished dinner where everyone drank and ate, went into a living room that's at my parents' house and sat down to chat. But like I said, it's not like in the city here in town, men isolate women from their conversations, so the women were gossiping on one side and the men drinking and talking politics on the other. Doña Chela was nervous and angry, as always I hovered around her and looked at her while listening to the men's conversation, saw her looking down expecting to see the fool her husband might make when he got totally drunk, in one of those she called me with a hand, walked out just outside our patio and I followed her, looked at her walking, swaying her enormous hips like hypnotized. She stops and says to me.
Hey son, don't get upset if I ask you a favor?
Of course, Mrs. Chela, tell me where I can help you?
Look son... my husband is already very drunk and doesn't want to leave, I have to go see how my kids are (they were still small, the oldest was 12). So I'm leaving him in charge if I don't take long to get back, and when I'm going home can you help me carry him? , she was saying this very pitifully, very pitifully.
So I don't know why, but for the first time in my life I felt not a boy anymore (even though I was one). I put my hand on his arm (I felt glory), and I said.
Of course, Mrs. Chela, I'll be keeping an eye out for you, go peacefully, I see Don Miguel and when he falls down I'll let him know. (when he falls down drunk).
She smiled at me and told me.
It's good son, then I'll come by later.
And he left.
Hours passed and she wasn't coming, around 2 am, almost 3 am everyone had left and only my father was still arguing about politics with two friends and Don Miguel, who by this hour was already completely drunk, reclining on the sofa. So I got up from the house went to the next door's door and knocked, barely immediate came out Doña Chela still dressed and I said:
Mrs. Chela thinks that Mr. Miguel has already fallen asleep, does she want us to bring him?
She answered me.
If he does me a favor, son, let's go
So I closed the door of her house and we went to my house, where my mother was half asleep and received her, Doña Chela said:
Old lady Pablita is going to help me take Miguel home, is that okay?
If friend, my mother replied, help her take him to see if they don't have problems
So then as we could try to lift up Don Miguel, between the two of us, my father and his two friends were still in their chat and almost didn't say anything when we pulled him out almost dragging our feet, Doña Chela was scolding Don Miguel to walk and he only responded with growls, it's fair to say that Don Miguel was a heavy type and clearly with that smell of drunk was unpleasant to carry him.
We arrived as we could to her house, on the way Don Miguel half reacted and helped us by giving steps so it was a bit easier to carry him, only that since he had semi-woken up began to flail trying to return to the reunion, we arrived at the door of her house and since Doña Chela was the one who mostly carried Don Miguel couldn't take out the keys, so she told me:
Son, hurry up and help me get the keys out.
Don Miguel was manhandling Doña Chela and she was fighting to control him with both hands and trying to hold him up so he wouldn't fall on the floor. So I let him go and went to get the keys, stayed standing there looking at Doña Chela like asking her where the keys were, she looked at me and told me.
I have them hanging on my neck, pull the strap...
So I got all nervous, brought my hand up to her neck and she lifting her face showed me her neck and there I found the cloth strip containing the keys, took the strip as if not wanting to touch the skin but at the same time wanting to touch it, pulled a little but they didn't yield to the pull of my hand...and then she half-complaining told me.
Sorry son, my keys got stuck between my breasts, let's go slow now.
I'm pulling again now more slowly but the keys were stuck in the middle of that enormous pair of tits, Aunt Chela was already desperate, she told me.
Come on, boy, get them out of here before this man wakes up.
So I took advantage of the situation, with a bit of boldness, since Doña Chela was half-controlling Don Miguel, I put my hand inside her dress above and following the path marked by the fabric, I introduced my fingers between those two piles of flesh. It was humid from perspiration between the two breasts, so my fingers entered easily and taking it closer already, I pulled out the keys. That was a special moment, I was more than excited, with my cock hardening inside my pants.
So I take out the keys, pass them around his neck and open the house.
We introduced Don Miguel into the house and then to her bedroom, at that moment Don Miguel came undone and already a bit more awake began to scream and grope Doña Chela who desperate was saying 'Miguel calm down, Pablo is here, my cousins' son'
Don Miguel stayed looking at me in his drunkenness and was mumbling incoherent things about apologizing, but still forgetting the subject he started wanting to leave again. So I tried to help Doña Chela who was desperate and ashamed with me, so I told her.
Hey Don Miguel if you want I'll bring another rum and water with Booty)
Mrs. Chela looked at me and told me.
Don't bring him anymore, son.
To what he answered.
Mrs. Chela I just want her to calm down, let me bring it and she'll sleep.
Doña Chela understood it was a good idea, and since it seemed my presence at the place at least prevented Don Miguel from hitting her (something that I later found out happened with great frequency when he got drunk). And Doña Chela, trying to make sure I didn't leave her alone with Don Miguel, said:
See you son better stay keeping company with Miguel, I'll bring a bottle of tequila for him to join in with a shot.
Don Miguel hugs me and pulls me to sit beside him on the bed and starts talking to me as if we were friends, as if we had a conversation pending, something that reached an understanding of the incoherences the man was saying and I just followed along with it.
Doña Chela ran out of the house, heading to my house, and returned in a few minutes with a bottle of tequila. At one point, she approached us with the bottle and some glasses, putting herself in front of us, and gave each of us a glass. Don Miguel was eager to see the tequila bottle, urging Doña Chela to serve it. Doña Chela served tequila in both glasses, giving me a small shot, looking at me as if telling me not to take it. So I just pretended to take it, but Don Miguel forced me to take it like him, in one gulp. Here, I must say that I've always taken tequila this way, so it didn't bother me to take the shot. After this, Don Miguel took the bottle again and served two more portions, starting to toast with me. I saw Doña Chela trying to avoid my taking another drink, perhaps thinking that my mother would be upset and feeling that maybe she was to blame for having asked me to help her.
So I whispered to him:
Donna Chela don't worry nothing will happen to me, besides I had taken it before.
But son, if your mom sees you like that she's going to scold you because of my fault
For this moment, Don Miguel had already reached his level of intoxication that he had before we made him walk, and he had let himself say incoherent things to lift the cup, to wave his arms, to try to stand up, to insult Doña Chela, in short, that scene was truly pathetic, I was also ashamed but at the same time excited to see Doña Chela who had neglected herself due to the situation and could touch her breasts, and now she's sitting in front of us showing the beginning of her breast, since her dress remained open from above and I could see the beginning of her breasts and the edges of that bra
As it may be, between Doña Chela and I we had controlled Don Miguel, who was already almost asleep on the bed, with his feet on the floor and half-reclined against the headboard. He still showed signs of life; he was truly an insatiable drunk, at this point Doña Chela only looked at me and I at her, then I got up and said:
Mrs. Chela thinks that everything is already fine, I'm going back home now
She was sad about what had happened and told me.
If son thanks, but I'm worried that your mom will see you like this, let me make you a coffee so the tequila stench passes away from you.
What I told him:
Don't worry, Mrs. Chela, at this hour my mom is already asleep and my dad will keep talking about politics until tomorrow (it was common for him to do so), so they won't even bother finding out if I arrive or not, besides my mom knew I was coming home and I'll tell her I'm late tomorrow so she can help me with Don Miguel.
Lady Chela was indeed nervous because my parents would see me like this taken (if I had taken three tequilas, which Lady Chela didn't know was that I had already taken more than three tequilas with my friends), she was rubbing her hands and saying...
Hey son, I don't want your dad to see you like that, (my father always had a very harsh character and if he saw me like that, he would give me a good scolding, but at that moment I don't think he would have noticed my state). Look son, better let me tell your mom that you're going to stay here and help me take care of Miguel, since tomorrow you'll be leaving early, so she won't be waiting for you. Look, sit down here and I'll go tell your mom.
Miss Chela left and returned a few minutes later, telling me:
It's already done, son, I've already told your mom, you can stay here, besides at home with the visitors they would send you to sleep on the couch. So it seemed fine to your mom that you accompanied me so Miguel wouldn't mistreat me and this way you make me company, let me prepare the bed for you to go to sleep.
Thanks Mrs. Chela, I thanked her and prepared to wait for her to fix the bed.
He then told me:
I'm going to switch the kids to the girls' room so you can take that bed
To what he answers
Don't worry, I won't lift them, I'll stay on the living room sofa, don't worry, it's cold and might hurt the kids, my intention was to let myself sleep in the adjacent room next to her bedroom.
She told me.
Not my son, I don't think I'm going to make him sleep on the sofa, look better I'll prepare his bed in the little room of the ironing board, and there he sleeps fine?
Of course, Mrs. Chela, it's fine, so I can help if Don Miguel gets up at night.
She smiled at me and touched my face, then she said...
Thanks son, you've helped me a lot.
He went to prepare the bed in the little room while I kept sitting there on their bed, looking at the drunk and seeing Doña Chela's shadow through the curtain as he was messing with the bedding to fix where I would sleep.
In a short time she returned and told me
Come on son, go to sleep and excuse the moments I made you pass through.
Donna Chela don't worry, you know I'm here to help her, she'll answer.
So I got into the adjacent room and then I heard that Doña Chela was calling me saying
Hey son, don't be bad, help me lift this man up to put him in bed.
I left the little room and prepared to help him, lifting Don Miguel off his feet while she was taking off his boots and covering him with a blanket.
Good nights Mrs Chela, I said
Good nights son, thanks, coming up to give me a kiss on the cheek.
I retired to my bed and, excited as I was, I started imagining what had happened to me, remembering the humid heat between Doña Chela's breasts, remembering that strong smell I felt when she leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek. I was getting ready to jerk off in honor of Doña Chela, totally excited, so I took off my clothes and left myself in boxers before getting under the blankets.
In the darkness and silence I would listen as Doña Chela was still busy, surely undressing and preparing for bed, I could hear the creaks of their bed, surely as she got into it. Then a long moment of silence invaded the room. Surely Doña Chela was trying to fall asleep when suddenly, I heard a growl followed by a peculiar and quite familiar sound, Don Miguel was vomiting, I heard Doña Chela get up immediately and talking to Don Miguel (surely what was happening now was something very common, later I found out that's how it was)... I didn't know what to do, whether to get up or not, still being there to help so I got up, besides hoping to see Doña Chela without those enormous dresses she usually wears, I left the room and saw Doña Chela standing with her back to me under the bed, trying to settle Don Miguel and cleaning up what was a horrible vomit.
Is something going on, Mrs. Chela? Can I help you?
Saying this I looked at her from behind, I had a cotton nightgown that reached my knees, but it still let me see the tops of her ankles and shins, which were like pillars, thick and fat. And when she bent to make the bed, I could see the start of her legs, big, white, and very fat, under the fabric of the nightgown. Her enormous buttocks could be guessed at, moving a little flaccidly, and a type of underwear was clearly visible that covered from the waist to the beginning of the thighs.
The shame of what was happening made dona Chela not care about how she was dressed, so she only told me, almost crying, that I should just go.
There's my son, what a pity with you, just look at the disfigurements this man makes, it gives me such a pain.
You son, already go to sleep, because this man is not waking up anymore, now I just clean him and I'll sleep too.
I offered to help her and accepted, asking her to bring some blankets from the room where I slept, so she brought them, and with my help, we took out the bedding from under Don Miguel, who had already been stripped by Doña Chela of his dirty shirt and had cleaned it as best he could.
I take out the dirty laundry bag from the room, then cover Don Miguel with a clean blanket afterwards.
He then told me.
He already caught on, son, what happens when this guy gets drunk, that's why we have the spare room inside, because when this happens I go sleep there, actually I almost always sleep there, he is always drunk.
I said then
Mmm Mrs. Chela then now where are you going to sleep? If you want I'll go home, so you can sleep in that bed.
Son, I don't think I'm going to send him home right now, no. Look, he'd better go to bed, I'm going to sleep where I sleep now.
Hey Mrs. Chela, I'll reply, because where are you going to sleep?
It really bothered me, besides I didn't want to miss such a show, now seeing her up front, I saw her nearly open bra under her breasts, her little belly and legs, with the movement she was making, I clearly saw how those enormous melons that are her nipples were moving, it could be seen that with their size they almost reached her waistline, and the darkest mark visible between the fabric marked surely her aureolas, this imagination made my erection manifest immediately, and as I could put my hands on my cock, tried to hide it, this certainly didn't go unnoticed by Doña Chela, because she turned around to look where I was covering myself and laughed.
So he told me
I already know what I'm going to do, look son, I'm going to put a cushion on the floor over there in that little room where you are and I'll sleep there.
I told good aunt Chela, put the pillow, but let me fall asleep on it, the floor is hard for you.
She smiled and seeing that I wasn't going to accept her sleeping on the floor and me in bed, she accepted saying...
Good boy this is fine, then let's go to sleep since it's almost 4 in the morning.
Quickly I pulled out a cushion from between a closet and extending it on the floor, put clean sheets, a blanket, and pillows on it. I was looking at her in the semidarkness as she did this, with each movement of bending almost to the floor, her bathrobe would open and let me see almost a complete breast, in one of those, almost one would fall out. She seemed like it was normal, just readjusted her bathrobe and kept working without closing it, then looked at me and said something to herself.
There's no problem with these big things I have, better I put on a bra, otherwise I'll give you a show here.
And saying this, he went to his room and when I returned, it was already clear that he had put on a bra, although the size of his breasts now seemed less large, still visible though not as much since they were contained within that enormous bra. At this moment my cock was already wanting to get out of my boxers, so without more, I got into the quilt laid out on the floor and covered myself, waiting for her to take her place in bed...
CONTINUE
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