Disheartened by my son's friends (Part 4 with images)

The first phrase that comes to my head is that things were getting out of hand for me. But it would be a false statement for several reasons. The main one: I had never really had true control over the situation. Barely accepting the role of a mature woman harassed by my son's friends, I put myself in a dangerous place.

Really, he has a beautiful ass, Noah said. Despite how much it bothered me, I couldn't feel anger remembering those words. Not only that, but my body was experiencing the sensation I felt when I realized they were caressing my buttocks with avidity. As if my skin had memory. And when I experienced those invasive hands on my backside again, it sent me into pleasure, unable to counteract that inconvenient reaction.For several days, I was tormented by the doubt as to whether Bautista knew what had happened. Was that his plan? I doubted it. I couldn't be sure if I would sit down to watch the movie with them. Nor could I know if I would get excited by the erotic scene. Or even less that I would let their friends touch me on their own noses. I deduced that Noah and Luca had simply given in to the heat of the moment.My heart would shrink every time I imagined those two bragging with my son about what they had done. But I thought maybe they'd keep it to themselves. Maybe they thought they had chances of possessing me without Bauti's help, so they'd keep their advances secret. That way, they'd avoid the price Bautista thought he'd charge them for delivering his mom.
But it was already okay to dance to the rhythm of what those kids wanted.

—Bauti —I said to my son as I finished having a snack—. Give me your cell phone.

—What? —he said, surprised, although not as much as one would expect.

—Show me the cell phone. It's a new rule. From now on, I'll ask for it at any moment. I want to make sure you're not up to anything weird —I said.

I felt ridiculously nervous. Like I was the one who had to give explanations to him. I hoped Bauti would refuse. That way, I'd have a good excuse to scold him properly. But to my surprise, he unlocked it and handed it over to me.

The first thing I checked were the photos. In the gallery, there wasn't anything. But I wasn't going to fool myself that easily. I opened the drive. If they thought erasing it from the phone and uploading it to the cloud would get rid of me, they were wrong. I opened one by one the folders, but there was nothing. No photo of mine in underwear, let alone naked.

—What are you looking for? —he asked.

—I'll know what I'm looking for when I find it —I replied.

Then I realized I was forgetting the most important thing. I opened WhatsApp, but the conversations with Noah and Luca weren't there. I furrowed my brow, puzzled. Did they have them scheduled under other names? I opened the latest chats, but found nothing. Then I went to Instagram, with the same results.

—Why do you delete the conversations? —I asked.

—I don't know, just a habit of mine —he replied, shrugging his shoulders—. It frees up space.

I felt powerless. They were laughing at me and giving me that good-natured kid face. And yet I couldn't be really angry with him. Never could, and I suppose that's why I was in the mess I was in. I wondered if it was time to make him know that I knew his intentions well, but something was holding me back. It was most likely that he would deny everything to me. I should have had enough self-control to stand up to him and tell him I didn't believe anything, and in fact, I knew the truth. But I couldn't muster up the courage to do so. I think I was afraid because if Bauti confessed what he was doing, I would have to face a situation that I wasn't yet prepared to face.

—And if I review your computer from my bedroom, won't I find anything unusual?—

—Just some porn— he replied, as if nothing mattered.

I understood it would be a waste of time reviewing it. I couldn't help but feel a certain relief since I didn't have to expose him, which seemed to bother me more than him. Maybe now that he realized he was being closely watched, he was aborting all his plans.

—Bauti, about your friends Noah and Luca—

I said, emboldened by this small victory.

—I don't want you to hang out with them anymore.

—Why? Did they do something to you?—

He asked, seeming to suspect that something might have happened between the boys and me. I'm not sure if he was thinking about the time I sent him to buy groceries and left alone with his friends, or the day of the movie when we had a long conversation in the kitchen that went on too long. But it was clear that they didn't tell each other everything.

Suddenly, I had a mischievous idea: to get close to his two friends before he intervened. It would be a hard blow for Bauti: his mom flirting with those boys and him unable to benefit from it. But I immediately pushed the idea out of my head. How could I even think that?
I finally didn't respond. He showed relief—. But... I don't like how they look at me.

—And how do they look at you? —he asked.

—I don't look at them as they should look at the mother of their schoolmate's companion —I explained—. I don't look at them like a lady. I don't look at them with respect. And their eyes go to certain parts of my body... (of course, my ass)... do you understand?I understand you. But... he said, everyone looks at you like that.

But they shouldn't do it. They should have respect not only for me, but also for you and your dad - I said, adding to my mind: 'that also applies to you'.

Well, I can talk to them and tell them to try not to look at your tits when they come to visit - Bauti said.

Don't you mind being looked at like that? - I asked, exasperated. I knew what he was thinking: that it didn't bother him at all. But I wondered which answer he would choose to give me.

No. It's more, I always liked having the mom with the most beautiful breasts of all - he said.I let it out with such naturalness that I thought it was totally sincere. If he had told me in another context, I would have hugged him and given him thousands of kisses on the cheek. But with what I now knew about him...

--It wouldn't be bad if you made me respected by your friends --I said--. And if the next time your friends come over seeing me with those faces of depraved people, I'll put them in their place myself.

Bautista agreed, and I felt like a coward. I had never had strong character. This was reflected in my adolescence and early adulthood, especially how easy it was for a man to take off my underwear. And with Bautista I had never been able to be firm. In my defense, I must say that very few times did I need to be. I had always been a quiet boy and generally obedient. But now I saw how wrong I was.But at that point I left things as they were. As I said, I didn't feel prepared to remove topics that seemed complex and perverse at the same time. My resentment towards my son mellowed out when I recognized that I was the main responsible for everything that had happened. He and his friends could have the wildest ideas, but they wouldn't have them if I didn't let them. But there appeared an uncertainty that made me shiver with nerves. Did I really not want to let them?

The fantasy of being possessed by those two teenagers appeared more frequently every time. And it lasted longer every time. And now Abel had joined in, who was even more handsome than the others: Once again I told myself that if I cheated on my husband, my son's friends should be the last on the list of possible candidates. In fact, they shouldn't even be on that list. And once again I scolded myself for considering the possibility of betraying Miguel.

Luckily, summer was ending, but the heat was still intense in the last days. It had been a couple of days since my conversation with Bauti, and I felt hotter than ever. I hadn't had sex with Miguel for a couple of days. I got indignant that he didn't take the initiative, but I restrained myself. The fear of having to face his poor performance was always present.

But now I really wanted to do it. Bauti went out to a birthday party. He told me it was at Abel's house, without mentioning that it was Abel's birthday. I sent Miguel a couple of messages, mentioning that we had the house to ourselves, with an obvious allusion to sex. He seemed enthusiastic, and even surprised me gratefully by saying he would leave work early because he didn't want to wait for me.

I dressed up again as executive secretary. This time I put on a black mini skirt, tight and elasticized. A white silk blouse, which I left open at the top. Unbuttoned buttons so that the black corset could be seen. I made up my face and painted my lips a very intense red. I tied my hair in a long braid, although I knew I would untie it later to leave my hair loose. I put on a dental floss thong and the highest heels I had. And the fruit of the dessert, black tights with garters. Then I grabbed the eyeglasses with frame eyes of slut and put them on.Regardless of how much I wanted to get laid, I liked seeing myself like this, as a luxury escort. I asked Miguel if he was already arriving, and he replied that he would be home in 15 minutes.I waited in the living room. I felt anxious and childish. I thought I should thank Noah and Luca because since they appeared in my life, I had been so hot. In reality, it was Miguel who should thank them, as he was the main beneficiary of my constant excitement, although he didn't know it or take full advantage of it.

Then the doorbell rang. I got excited. I wasn't expecting any packages. Could it be that Miguel had lost his keys? I headed to the entrance and opened the door.

Them, I said, surprised, when I found Noah and Luca there—What are you doing here? I asked.

They stood there for a few moments, speechless, impacted by the image I was presenting, until Luca spoke.

We wanted to tell you something about Bautista, he said. Something very important.

Noah whispered something in his ear, and they started debating among themselves. The taller of the friends seemed annoyed. Then I realized I was wearing an open shirt, showing my breasts. Anyone who passed by would see me in that condition, talking to two teenagers. I looked around, feeling pursued. But it seemed there was no one snooping around.

Come on in, I said.

They entered, hesitant. I didn't understand why they had come to my house if now they seemed regretful.

Well, as you can see, I don't have much time. My husband is coming soon, I explained.

I was standing near the door. They were devouring me with their eyes. They stopped at my legs, particularly my thighs. The skirt was so short that you could see the pubic area, as well as a small portion of bare skin. But Luca seemed to like my breasts more, because while his friend stood there, trying to guess what underwear I was wearing under the skirt, he was indulging in my swollen nipples.

I shivered and the tremor spread throughout my entire body. Then I closed the buttons on my shirt, all the way to the last one. Despite this, if now I was covered like a nun, the shirt was tightening around my breasts, and their shapes were evident. And regardless of how my lower half looked, it was breaking any attempt at modesty.

—Let's not bother Mrs. ... —said Noah—. We'll come back when she's not busy. We think she'll have time to attend to us. We know Bauti is at the party and told us his dad wouldn't be arriving until later, so...

—I said my father will arrive earlier today —I said—. And anyway, whatever they want to tell me, they can tell him instead. Come on, what did you come for?

They looked at each other as if exchanging thoughts. Then they nodded almost simultaneously. By doing this, their attitude changed. They seemed more confident, even a bit aggressive. My heart began beating faster.

—Did you hear that the school library was set on fire? —asked Noah.

Of course I knew. But it had happened a while ago. In February, when there were no classes. What were those boys up to? I remembered an email sent to all parents, assuring that the school had been attacked by vandals. But it also said that the perpetrators, two former students of the institution, had already been reported to the authorities for their actions. I didn't understand anything, but I was starting to get scared.

—This arrived today. A boy from another class sent it —said Noah.

He showed me the phone screen. A video was playing. It showed the library. Some boys were tearing pages out of books and then throwing them. You could already see a small pile of books on the floor. Then my son appeared in the scene. Just what I feared. I felt like my head was spinning. For Bauti's sake, Bauti wasn't just breaking books, but he had one open in his hands, to which he lit a lighter, set it on fire, and then threw it at the mountain of books. You could hear stupid laughs, and then the video cut off.

— I talked to my dad, who is a lawyer — said Luca, as I tried to process what I had just seen —. Obviously, without revealing Bauti's identity — he added defensively —. Well, I talked to my dad, and he told me it's very serious. Even though no one got hurt, someone could have died. And with this video... Well, at least they'll expel him from school. And I doubt they'll take him back. And that's without counting the penal problems.

— Don't worry — said Noah —. I made sure the guys who passed us the video deleted it. We owe them a favor.

— Oh, yes? — I said —. Well, then all we have to do is make those guys delete that video they have.

— Exactly — said Luca —. He's starting to understand.

It was obvious that this was Bauti's plan he had decided to execute. Only he didn't count on Miguel arriving home early. Anyway, I was surprised not so much by his ingenuity as by how reckless he was being. He was going all in or nothing. He was really putting me between a rock and a hard place. I wondered what would have happened if I hadn't known he was behind everything, and if his father didn't arrive early. I surprised myself by responding that probably I would have submitted to those two degenerates.

Then the guys approached. A moment of distraction was enough for them to be on top of me before I could do anything about it.

— Well, then... Get rid of it, please —I said, with a thread of voice.

Although I knew everything was a farce, I was really nervous. I felt intimidated, defenseless, and besides, I was incredibly hot.

—Of course, don't worry about it. We always take care of your son —Noah said.

Then he put his hand under my skirt. It was a slow movement. He seemed to have no doubts that he would let him do it. I felt his fingers on my bare thigh, making small circular movements. Luca was behind me, and leaned against me. His cock already half-hard pressed against my buttocks.What are they doing? —I asked, although it was obvious.

By any response Luca ravaged my ass with violence, while Noah slowly lifted my skirt. I as the only defense grabbed the end of the garment and pulled it down, while he kept lifting it.You're a slut today —whispered Luca, imitating his friend and starting to lift my skirt. A few moments later, I felt his hand on my bare skin. He first caressed one cheek with softness, then pinched it violently.

I was trapped between the two of them. One in front, the other behind, both exerting such pressure on my body that I could barely move.

—I can't —I said—. My husband will be here in a few minutes. That's why I'm like this.

—a quickie then —said Noah.

He circled my neck with his hand, leaned down, and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth, and he started rubbing mine. It was impossible to avoid it. No matter how much I didn't reciprocate the kiss, his tongue reached mine and pushed against it, making me feel his mentholated flavor, mixing his saliva with mine.

—I can't —I had said. Among all the things I could have said, I let out the least convenient ones. And yet no other words came to mind. They were immobilizing me, yes. But my body wasn't even trying to get away from that situation.

I realized that I was no longer even fighting to keep my bra on. In fact, it was already lifted almost up to my waist, while Luca now seemed to be going crazy over my ass. And Noah kept kissing me, trying to push my thong to the side, which wasn't very hard, since the small piece of fabric barely contained my labia.No, not even a quick one, I said. I realized, startled, that I was panting. —Miguel is about to arrive. I swear it. If you want, I'll show you the messages.

Then they reduced the pressure, although both of them continued to touch me. I moved away from them with difficulty. I adjusted my skirt. I went in search of my cell phone, which I had left on the lamp table. Although they had allowed me to move, they were on top of me again immediately. When I bent down to take the cell phone, I felt their hands going inside my skirt again to caress my buttocks.

—Please leave, I said, showing them my husband's message.

According to the time he had sent it, there were only three minutes left for him to arrive. Both teenagers looked incredibly frustrated when they learned the truth. And it wasn't for nothing. They already had their cocks completely erect and their fingers were in contact with the soft skin of my backside.

—Well, then we'll have to arrange a day to see each other, Noah said.

—Then... I said, now that they had finally let me go —Are you going to force me to be with you so as not to send my son ahead? Is that it?

—Yes, Noah replied without hesitation.

—Won't you delete the video now? I asked them.

And in a reaction that was not entirely planned, I brought my hands to the hard cocks of those small extortionists. I caressed them softly, above their pants. When Miguel arrived, the garage door would open, since he always entered with his car, so I had that margin of time.When we see each other and I cum in you. Then we'll delete it —said Luca.
If they kept going for another few seconds like that, the kids would come in their pants. But I was really tempted myself. It was the first time after a long time that I had a cock that wasn't Miguel's in my hand. And in fact, there were two. I could feel the size of both. Noah's was the biggest, but I was surprised by Luca's thickness. It wasn't huge, but on someone as small as him it was considerable. And the hardness they had... they were like a rock. It seemed that those extremities didn't know flaccidity. I realized I had my lips slightly open and saliva was dripping down my chin. A few seconds more and a little drool would escape from the corners of my mouth.
They didn't take long to start feeling me up again. Noah ate my mouth again, and Luca, as if he wanted to get every last drop out of the short time left, took his hands to my tits and squeezed them.Then I finally heard the garage door opening. --It's here. That's enough. My husband has arrived--I said. I quickly adjusted my blouse and skirt. Noah asked permission to go to the bathroom. My idea was to make them leave while Miguel entered through the back door, but the boy ruined my plans. By the time Miguel appeared, I hadn't left the bathroom yet. --Hello--he said, with a furrowed brow.--What's going on here? I liked seeing him finally show some character. --Mr. Molinari, how are you--Luca said, slightly blushing.--We came to look for Bauti to go to the party. But it seems he had already left without us. And well, Noah needed to use the bathroom and that's why we disturbed Mrs. Mariana. I apologize a thousand times for interrupting them at this very moment--he added, looking at me. Then Miguel burst out laughing. It seemed like he really enjoyed the idea. --How inopportune, aren't they?--he said, slapping Luca on the back, who nodded and laughed along with my husband. Later Noah came out of the bathroom. Luca gave him a hint about what had happened, and he followed along. What a couple of clowns those boys were, making themselves charming with my husband when just minutes before they had been all over me. And how naive was my husband, unable to read the obvious. Although that suited me for the moment.The guys greeted Miguel, and finally they left. My nervousness was evident.

—What a shame —I said—. Just now they had to appear. I wanted to get rid of them, but Noah was dying to pee, and…

Miguel grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. He gave me a kiss. He seemed more excited than he ever showed.

—And you worrying because you turned forty —he said, putting his hands on my ass—. Do you realize? The little one had an erection.

—What? It can't be —I said, cursing Luca for not hiding his excitement like Noah did—. I didn't do anything to make him get that way.

—Nothing? —Miguel said—. My love. Just seeing you like that is enough to harden any cock.

—Oh, yeah? —I whispered, suddenly excited—. And this cock too?

I felt his cock and it was already slightly hard. I was pleasantly surprised. He didn't usually get that way so easily. Miguel threw me onto the sofa. He put his hand inside my pants and ripped off my thong in an instant.

—I'll have to buy you a new one —I said.

—I'll buy twenty, and I'll rip them all —he assured me, with a virility that was rare for him.

He got on top of me and penetrated me with a savagery that also surprised me. Was he so excited because he saw me with the guys? I couldn't believe it. But now he was riding me like a stallion.It was a splendid night. Not even necessary to make him swallow the viagra for him to come three times. I left exhausted. It's not worth saying that my husband hadn't let me like this in a long time. It was as if a train had just run over me.

I didn't want to say anything that would break the magic of the moment. I slept in his arms, feeling a great intrigue about his surprising performance.

That same night, Noah had written to me to agree on the day we would meet. The guys must have felt very powerful, blackmailing me like that. They must have been making all sorts of plans, imagining how they would possess me.

But I only read the message the next day and responded briefly, saying I would be very busy those days. Of course, they understood perfectly that was a lie, since Bauti had passed on the necessary information.

He sent some more messages, to which I responded, giving him to understand that I was really willing to be with them. Please don't show that video to anyone else I wrote one time.

But as expected, they were already losing patience. One afternoon, they sent me the video to my cell phone (obviously thinking it was from both of them), clearly seeking a reminder and threatening effect. I responded with a sad face. Are you really going to force me to be with you?, I asked. The other day didn't seem like the idea scandalized you that much. Stop thinking. We're leaving today. This is our last chance, they replied.

Things were entertaining me more than they should have been. I liked feeling threatened and cornered by those two. I felt like an actress in a porn movie. And Noah was right. I had enjoyed the way they approached me at my house. I still couldn't believe how they had the guts to extort me.

I was also angry with Bautista. An idea occurred to me for a perverse way to punish him. Make him see how his friends were taking me. If he liked giving his mother up for some pesos, I would force him to witness the product of his manipulations.

But obviously I couldn't do such a thing. So I had to settle for my original idea. An idea that had germinated on their last visit.

Someone rang the doorbell. Obviously it was them, evidencing their anxiety. This time there were only a couple of hours left until Miguel returned from work and Bautista had supposedly gone to play soccer. How convenient.

I let them ring again once more. But I didn't answer. Then they called my phone.

--Mariana, we're at the door --said Noah.

--I know --I said--. What did you come for?

--You know very well why we came --said Noah, with a threatening tone, no longer bothering to address me as you.

--To make me sleep with you --I said, with a tone that I imagined emanated resignation.

--I opened the door. I swear this is the last opportunity.

--And if I let you in, will you delete that video? --I asked.

--Yes. We already told you we're going to do that --assured Noah, enthusiastic.

--But who guarantees me it's just once? Who assures me you don't have other copies and will use them in the future to subject me again? You won't be satisfied with just one time.

There was a moment of silence where he seemed confused. Then he debated with Luca, although I didn't manage to hear what they were saying.

--Anyway, you don't have any alternatives --said Noah, on the phone again--. It's just our pleasure to give ourselves. You can only trust us.

--A pleasure that wanted to give themselves, of course, I thought.

--Well. I've been thinking about it for a bit and... --I made a Theatrical silence, and then I added—. It doesn't seem like a good deal to me.

—What? Noah said, stunned.

—I think Bautista is going to have to take responsibility for his actions. It's going to be tough on him. But he has to learn to behave— I said. On the other side, they remained silent, probably disoriented by my response—

And you... If you're still at my door in five seconds, I'll call the police.

—I cut them off without giving them time to respond. They didn't take five seconds to leave, but they also didn't stay for long.

—Go make yourselves a masturbation among yourselves, guys —I said, victorious.

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