Disheartened by my son's friends (Part 3 with images)

Don't go cum. A little more and I'll come. Don't even think about cumming —I said, panting, with a threatening note in my voice that surprised myself too. I saw the ceiling, trembling. Miguel was on top of me. The vein on his forehead was marked, and small drops of sweat were beading all over his face, as well as his bare torso. He had barely any extra weight, and was still very young. The firmness of his male member wasn't as striking as when we started going out, a thousand years ago, but it still held up well, and it caught on well.I had my skirt lifted up to my waist. I hadn't even wanted to wait to undress myself. Miguel had come back from work, showered, and when he got out of the bathroom I pounced on him. I had been afraid that he wouldn't be in the mood for it. We had already done it two days in a row. I couldn't even remember when we last had sex three days in a row. In recent times I had managed to achieve the feat of having us have relations up to three times a week. But there was always at least one day without intimacy in between.

But now I was doing it. My man was doing it. I put on a mini skirt and a shirt. I made myself up and painted my nails, and I put on some glasses I had bought from the Chinese store that only gave a little magnification. I was dressed as an executive secretary. I had seen a porn movie the day before (I had been watching many lately), and it tempted me. Although in the movie the secretary was dominated by two executives.Bauti had left, so it was a good time to take advantage of the situation. Miguel had realized my intentions. But since he was slightly sweaty, he wanted to clean up. I waited for him, just to enjoy the pleasure of the anticipation.

—No, I can't. I can't anymore —Miguel said—. I'm going to cum, I'm going to...

And then he released his semen onto me. A few seconds later, his penis was already flaccid. Was it so quick? I made a mental note and remembered that young boys would maintain their solidity for a certain time after finishing, and that the solidity of an adolescent was incomparable with that of a man in his forty-five years.

I was still terribly hot, with orgasm imminent now contained.

—Suck me —I said, spreading my legs further apart as he pulled out his member and lay down beside me—. Suck my pussy —I let out, realizing it was the first time in my life I had pronounced that phrase.

—My love, you know I don't like that —he said—. You released a lot of flow...

His supplicating tone exasperated me. How many times had I sucked him off and swallowed his semen? I turned around, giving him my back. I brought my hand to my crotch and started masturbating. It was almost two minutes until I reached climax.

—Are you angry? —Miguel asked me. He placed his hand on my shoulder. I pushed it away with a jerk—. Sorry. It's just... the taste never suited me.

—And do you think women like the taste of cock? Of semen? —I asked, turning around—. We only do it to please men.

—What's wrong? —he asked, furrowing his brow.

It was logical that he would feel strange since I had never spoken to him in such a way before.

—Nothing. I'm very sensitive lately —I replied.

—Do you mean you're very hot? —he said.

—Don't mind me. It's just because of the forty years. I feel old and insecure. It will pass soon —I commented, speaking with total sincerity.

—Don't be silly. You're beautiful, and you have a perfect body —he commented. But he didn't back up his words with actions. It was very rare for him to have more than one blow in a night. And I didn't want to face the frustration of trying to stop him without success. I had bought some Viagra pills at the pharmacy, but I didn't want to face Miguel's rejection on that point either. Less so at that moment. I left with that half-victory, since at least I had managed to make him stop for a third consecutive day.

Don't worry. It's just something passing, I said, trying to convince myself as well.

After a few minutes, he was already engrossed in a politics program on TV. I envied his natural carefree attitude that characterized him.

I don't like Bautista joining those kids, I suddenly said.

Who? he asked.

I had to tell him about Noah and Luca, limiting myself to their previous fight and how bold they seemed, things that were supposed to be already known to him. For now, what I had discovered would remain a secret. I knew I should share this information with him at some point, but the only reason I would is for social conventions. He was my husband, and it was supposed to mean sharing certain things. However, Miguel wasn't just any man, and for now, I felt that knowing their plans wouldn't do me any good. Maybe I even enjoyed going through this situation alone.

Boys fight and make up. It's normal, he commented.

Come on, dear, help me get rid of those degenerates from this house, I said to myself. Bauti isn't the one who's really in danger, I thought. A sudden shiver ran through my entire body.
It's just that they weren't friends. They never were, I insisted. This kid, Noah, had hurt fingers. He still fights with other kids. Plus, they smoke marijuana. They're not a good influence. There had been said that I wanted to see my friends again. I hoped they wouldn't exchange information with their father if not, it would be exposed.

—But Bauti doesn't smoke. If so, you would have noticed —he said. He was right and that irritated me—

Besides... I understand they can be bad influence. But it's not bad that he hangs out with strong guys. You always had fear of them mistreating him in his environment. Now he's with those guys Noah and Lucas? And well, let him get used to it. Besides, Bauti isn't as defenseless as you think. He won't back down from a fight, but he's intelligent. He knows how to move around the world his own way. In that sense, he resembles me.

—Luca —I corrected him—. The friend of Bauti, not Noah, is called Luca without that one.

But I didn't say what was on my mind: that I already knew perfectly well that Bautista wasn't as defenseless as I had believed most of his life. That in fact he was a manipulator and took advantage of his voluptuous mother.

—Let him relate to whoever he wants. I assure you it's Bauti himself who will end up influencing them —he said.

This statement upset me so much that I had to look away from him. Bauti seemed like the puppet of the other two, but at times he demonstrated being the one behind all that strange story. I didn't want to think about this. Not now.

—Well, as you say —I said, giving in—

In the days that followed, I realized that what was happening with me went beyond just having or not having some ejaculations during the week. There was something related to the skin, to touch. Feeling desired went beyond my husband putting his cock in me for 15 minutes. And to top it off, he didn't even give me oral sex. And as far as daily seduction, spontaneous gestures of love and desire that couples usually have, Miguel was much worse than with sex, since he didn't even seem to notice that a woman needs... those details.

A priori insignificant event occurred one afternoon, but it ended up being the kick-off for me to do something unusual. The light went out.

It was Friday, during siesta hour. Bautista got up to see if it was just his bedroom that had lost power. It turned out it was all over the house and probably the whole neighborhood. It was very hot, and I had started cleaning the house. My son stayed in the living room, where at least a gentle breeze came through the open door at the back.

I was wearing a flowery dress, something old that I wore especially for household chores. Soon I started sweating, so the fabric clung to my body. I even had to pull out the fabric from behind several times because it got stuck between my buttocks and thighs.

I glanced at Bauti sideways while going back and forth in the living room, cleaning with a duster the dust off the furniture. He was holding his cell phone the whole time, staring at the screen. I thought he must be on Instagram or TikTok. It was incredible how much time teenagers could spend on those apps.

But then I remembered that my son had the strange habit of taking me erotic photos without me noticing. I wondered if he was doing it right now. Unbelievably, the first feeling that appeared wasn't indignation or anger, but embarrassment. I didn't feel sexy at all. I was sweaty, and my hair was a mess. I imagined Noah and Luca receiving those photos of mine. Could they really get excited about that?

—This is unbearable —I said, sighing deeply. I waved my hand.

—Why don't you finish cleaning? It's too hot now. The light will probably come back soon —Bauti commented.

He had a point. But it had already been 30 minutes since the power went out. Normally, outages were either very short or very long. And if the electricity hadn't returned in just a few minutes, it was likely that... The blackout would last for several hours. Then I did something absurd. Something that could only be attributed to the existential crisis I was going through, and perhaps also to the overwhelming heat that prevented me from reasoning clearly. I went to my room. I brushed my hair, leaving it more unkempt, and then tied it up in a bun, so I'd feel more comfortable, freeing my neck. And then I took off my dress. But what was strange wasn't that I took it off, but that I didn't put anything else on instead. I went back to the living room. I was wearing only a red lingerie set. Bautista opened his eyes wide when he saw me.The blinds were open, and enough light was entering the interior, so it could be seen clearly. But I didn't have to worry about being seen from outside because just in line with the window was a lush garden that prevented us from being seen.

'Are you going to put anything on?' Bautista asked, intrigued, although not scandalized. It seemed to contain a contained joy, and I supposed why.

'Yes. And if it embarrasses you to see your mother in underwear, just look away,' I said.

'It doesn't embarrass me. I was just surprised. You can do whatever you want. This is your house,' he said

I started cleaning every corner of the living room. Bautista pretended to be very attentive to his phone, but I knew he was waiting for the right moment to take a picture of me. I wondered how much money he would sell them to his depraved friends. I wasn't completely naked, but it seemed that the context loaded a special sensuality onto the images. They made them special.

I even gave him the pleasure of putting myself in certain positions so he could take good pictures. At one point, while cleaning the TV stand, I stretched out my arms, and my body was fully extended, and I turned to profile. I looked furtively at Bautista, who supposedly was typing on his phone, but the camera was suspiciously pointing at me.

Then I leaned forward, exposing my back in a very obscene way. I saw through the TV screen that the camera of my son's cell phone was still pointing at me. I felt totally exposed. The slip was already wet from the heat, and it was slightly worn out inside. And yet I stayed like that for a while, pretending to clean the stand carefully, subtly moving my backside in front of that cell phone from which soon the pictures would be sent, for the enjoyment of those bold teenagers.Why was I doing it? It seemed fun to me, and the idea of those images ending up in the hands of those little perverts generated a huge morbo for me. Let them dream about me as much as they wanted. They would never have me anyway. Besides, I had something on my side. They didn't know that I knew their intentions. So I could provoke them as much as I wanted, and no one could criticize me for it. As far as Bautista was concerned, I was his innocent mother who felt forced to wear lingerie due to the unbearable heat. It was a crime with no victims.

I remembered the solidity of my husband's cock and its impossibility of having more than one orgasm in one night. Those boys wouldn't have that problem. I recalled how they were at their age, and also Noah's thick thighs, which contrasted with his slender torso. The power those thighs announced, and the virility reflected in their spontaneous erections confirmed to me that those boys, or at least he, lacked my husband's defects. I wondered, hypothetically, what it would be like to intimate with young boys like them, loaded with sexual energy that they couldn't even contain. I probably wouldn't be able to keep up with them.

I noticed my excitement and felt guilty about it. But guilt didn't serve to extinguish lust. I felt my breasts swelling inside the bra. I told myself that what was going on in my head didn't matter. They were just fantasies of a bored housewife. As long as everything stayed in my imagination, no one would get hurt.

So I relived the kitchen situation, without guilt. The two boys leaning against my hips, making me feel their half-erect cocks. And then Noah's almost imperceptible hand, palpating my ass. If I gave them just a chance, those brats would be capable of possessing me by force.

That idea, the idea of being possessed by force, no matter how violent it was, produced an uncontrollable joy in me. Times I had been with dominant men. Types that would pin you down at any moment and in seconds would pull your pants down despite your protests. When I grew up, I did my best to stay away from that kind of man, although I still enjoyed recreating in my mind the way they used to possess me unethically. It reminded me of being laid on the grass, complaining, even with some tears in my eyes, while a schoolmate (was his name Nico?) lifted up my skirt and pulled down my pants to one side. A few seconds later, my complaints were replaced by moans.Noah and Luca would be capable of such a thing? If they were, I wouldn't let them. It had been days since I'd heard from them. But I knew very well that they would appear soon. And I didn't forget the supposed plan my own son was supposed to draw up for me not to have any other choice but to hand myself over to his friends. I had told him it was just Bauti's empty boasts, but I couldn't be sure.

And the light kept on not returning. I stood there for a long time half-naked in front of my son, letting him take hundreds of photos. Will they keep them all to themselves? Or will they share them with other friends?, I wondered. The idea of being the object of desire for all Bauti's friends made me generate an unusual fear. A fear that mixed strangely with morbidness.

—Don't even think about helping me, huh?—I reprimanded Bautista.

He was taken aback. He blushed slightly, which I didn't understand. It wasn't like I was scolding him harshly.

—But you're already done anyway— he said, blushing even more—. Besides, you wanted to cool off with this heat. It didn't cost you anything to wait until the light came back on and do it with the air conditioner turned on.

I didn't understand why he was getting so defensive. I sighed deeply. Decided not to say anything. He had some reason. Then I looked at him again. He still looked weird. Why did he suddenly get embarrassed?

Then I discovered it. He had positioned himself on the sofa, just so I wouldn't notice what was happening, but got the opposite effect. A bulge had formed in his crotch. One very similar to the one I'd discovered on his friend Noah a few days ago. My son had an erection.

I turned away, scandalized, trying to make him not notice that I'd discovered his excitement. I told myself it wasn't something so rare as it seemed. Probably my half-nakedness made him think of other women. Or maybe for a moment he forgot that the woman who was undressing in front of him was his own mother. final, a lovely ass is a lovely ass, regardless of who its carrier may be. I refused to get tangled up in something as complex as that. I told myself there must have been reasons for his body to react that way, and I didn't think about it anymore.

When I finally finished cleaning, I went to take a cold shower. My sex was swollen and had already released a lot of fluid. I masturbated, and inevitably the image of those two teenagers appeared in my head as I stimulated my clitoris with vehemence. When I finished, I let out a very loud scream. I hoped Bauti hadn't heard me.

When I got out of the bathroom, the light came back on. It seemed like a terrible joke.

The days went by. Between the intermittent ejaculations with Miguel and the tense wait to see my son's friends again, my mood was altered. I was getting more dominated by lust.

Mama, can the kids come over this afternoon? Bautista asked me. We have to watch a movie for school.

A sudden euphoria hit me. The kids are coming, I thought. I had thought about them so many times and their bold desire towards me that I couldn't help but shudder at hearing those words.

Of course. In fact, I'd rather they see us here before you go off God knows where, I said.

I took a deep breath. I scolded myself for getting this way. And yet my breasts hardened almost instantly. What was happening to me? Maybe it wasn't a good idea to receive them again. But it was already done. Besides, nothing would happen, right?

They arrived at three o'clock. Miguel was working, obviously. This time I wore an elasticized jeans pant and a tight blouse with buttons that marked my ass like few clothes did.I was ridiculously anxious. I couldn't even remember the last time I had gotten this worked up. I wondered how they had taken that moment we had in the kitchen. I had faked it like nothing had happened and bet that the movement of my hips rubbing against their cocks had only lasted a few seconds. But maybe they were making wrong assumptions about me. Maybe they were sure I had provoked them.

When the doorbell rang, I felt my heart skip a beat. I wondered what was going on with me for the umpteenth time. And for the first time, I could find an answer: I felt alive. That whole strange and twisted thing was the most exciting thing that had happened to me since I got married. So I decided to keep playing along, even if it was a bit more. Crime without victims, I repeated to myself.

But when Bautista opened the door, I found a surprise. Can the kids come in the afternoon?, my son had asked. And I had assumed he meant Luca and Noah. And indeed, both of them crossed the threshold. However, there was a third guest. A boy with long brown hair, as tall as Noah. He had a beautiful face, slightly effeminate features. He wore his hair tied to a horse's tail boot and had a mustache. I had never met a young boy who wore a mustache, and in fact, I didn't know many people whose it suited them well. However, he was an exception. In some way, he combined perfectly with his elongated face. I furrowed my brow. He seemed bigger than the other three. Was he really their classmate? made me feel mixed sensations. —Why don't you look at the movie with us, Mrs. Casas? —asked Noah. I felt like there was a trap in that invitation. The four of them were sitting on the living room couches, and I had brought them cold flavored water. The TV was already turned on and the movie was starting to play. Bautista and Abel sat on each individual sofa, while Noah and Luca sat on the three-seater sofa. Was this the trap? Did they want me to sit with them? I told myself that I had already decided to play along with them, so I wasn't going to rethink everything again. Besides, I wanted to leave them with hard-ons and have them go home wanting to be with me. In fact, that seemed like an excellent punishment for them. So I sat down between the two of them. I felt nervous having them next to me. The sofa was quite large, but they were still pressed against me. Their hips rubbed against mine. It seemed strange that the movie they had sent me to watch was a thriller. It was about a couple moving to the girl's hometown and reuniting with some shady characters from her past. —And why do you have to watch this movie? —I asked. —It's for a practical ESI work —said Bauti—. We had to do something about the no is no issue, and this movie was an option. I never liked being preached at in school, but it seemed like a lovely coincidence that they were forced to think about that theme, just them who were planning how to get me into bed even if I didn't feel like doing so. The movie's climax was obvious. The protagonist, a man from the city, had to face death at the hands of his ex-lover, the alpha male who had once been her sexual partner. But in the middle, there is a super intense scene. The ex-girlfriend, along with other villagers, They pretend to make friends with the fiancé. They take him hunting and make him get lost in the forest. While the poor guy is searching for a way back, the ex, thirsting for revenge, goes to the cabin where the innocent girl is waiting for her partner.

As soon as he saw him, he knew what was going on. First, he got angry, hit him, insulted him. But just seconds later, he was moaning while the handsome blonde rode him with savagery. I couldn't help but make a parallel with the memories I had a few days ago, related to my dominant lovers.I was excited. Lately, it happened to me quite frequently and easily. I felt uncomfortable watching that movie with my son's classmates. What would their parents think if they found out? Should I say something?

Suddenly, I felt Noah gently rubbing against my hip. He did it for a short time, pretending to put his hand in his pocket to get his phone. But he didn't even bother to take it out. He was just as attentive to the movie as I was. Soon, I also felt Luca's hand, resting on his thigh, rubbing mine every now and then. I glanced at them. I couldn't be sure, since they were wearing loose shorts, but I'd swear they had an erection! Even I had hard nipples! I looked at Abel. I swallowed nervously. His erection was definitely more noticeable. Then he looked at me with a perfect smile. He was beautiful. He looked like the Airbag singer. I felt embarrassed being caught with my hands on the pole. It wasn't right for a woman to be watching an underage boy's cock. Although his warm smile gave me certain hopes.I think it's clear that it wasn't non-consensual sex, right? —he asked. I felt myself blushing. What should I say? Deep down, he was right. The movie girl had been reticent at first, but then she'd enjoyed herself. Yet, I wondered what the guy would have done if she'd resisted more. The answer was clear: he would have raped her. I was about to tell him that when the movie itself came to my rescue. The girl was lying on the sofa, naked. The man was in a chair, leering at her. But then another country bumpkin entered the scene. The girl got scared. But the new bumpkin approached her, not caring. The beautiful new neighbor is naked and defenseless. She looks at her lover. Pronounces his name. He stays where he is. It seems annoyed by what his colleague is about to do, but doesn't move a finger. The new one grabs her ankles, spreads her legs, and drags her towards him. She begs her lover, but he doesn't flinch. Then the camera points at a table. You can't see the characters copulating anymore, but it's even more morbid because you can hear the sound of the sofa moving, the plac plac of penetrations, the girl's crying, consumed by her own moans.Well, now it's clear that it's a violation —commented Bautista.
But at the end she is enjoying it —said Noah.
I was going to scold him for saying that, but in that instant I realized something terrible.
Fingers. I felt many foreign fingers on my body. More specifically on my butt. Both Noah and Luca were boldly caressing my buttocks.
I stood petrified before such audacity. I wondered when they had started doing it. I was so focused on the last scene, that I hadn't noticed the soft movement of their invasive fingers on my body. The hard denim also contributed to them going unnoticed. But now the caresses, although still soft, were evident. As for me, I couldn't pretend not to notice that they were manhandling me in my own home.
I got up, feeling powerless.
Is everything all right, Mrs. Mariana? —asked Abel.
I realized that standing there was giving the other two a great view of my butt. In fact, the small table was right in front of us, so to get out of there I had to practically rub my butt on Luca, who was to my right.
Yes, I just remembered I had to make a call —lied.
I left, and indeed my butt grazed Luca's nose, which he hadn't bothered to turn. On the contrary, he had advanced it a little intentionally.
I locked myself in the kitchen. I wondered again if Abel was part of that group or only connected to them through practical work. The situation was getting out of hand. It was time to put an end to all this.
Then Luca entered the kitchen. The handsome boy with brown hair looked like an example, a boy whose mother could be proud of him. He had his hair styled with gel on one side. He might seem like any ordinary nerd if he weren't so beautiful. He held the empty glass in his hand. I imagined that he was... had invented the excuse that I had thirst to go see myself. Then Noah appeared.

—Are you okay? he asked me.

I didn't miss that he no longer treated me with formalities.

I leaned against the kitchen exit, and confirmed that Bauti was very entertained with Abel. Then I went away from those guys in a cloud of smoke.

—Listen up, guys. It's better to invent an excuse and disappear from here. I don't want to see you again in this house. Scoundrels.

Noah looked at his friend, weighing what to say between the two of them.

—But if we think she was enjoying it, he said, pretending to be innocent.

—That's right, we were like five minutes touching her, Luca assured.

—No. I... I didn't realize—stammered—. Anyway, they have no right to touch me! I added afterwards, raising my voice more than necessary.

—Well, the lady is right in that regard, admitted Luca. We were all a bit distracted by the movie.

—Yes. It seems like everything was just an accident, said Noah. I don't think it's worth making a fuss about this.

I furrowed my brow. Honestly, I had always felt aversion to scandals. Although that was more in my adult stage. I thought of Abel. Did he really want his friends to leave the house knowing they had been fondling me? He would surely tell someone, and then the whole school would find out.

—An accident, of course, I said reluctantly—. But when the movie is over, I want them out of this house.

—We'll be defining how we're going to tackle the practical work for a while, said Luca, ignoring my order.

—Ah, Mrs. Casas, said Noah.

—What?

—She really has a beautiful butt, he let slip, leaving me with my mouth open.