The Praise of Vodras

Who has not come home hungry and found the refrigerator and the cupboards empty? On one of those days, you decide to go to the market in the late afternoon and live a moment that you have always dreamed of but thought impossible.
I started to get close to my Avodrasta. She is an amazing person, about 60 years old, and I have always admired her. She is not an exuberant woman in terms of appearance, but she is a warrior woman, strong and very smart. You look at her and give nothing, but what she hides in her personality is very valuable, I pay a stick for her. She is an amazing person and with a striking presence. I believe that our connection goes beyond words.
I was always staring at her ass, she was no different, I've caught her staring at me. I'm not knitted, but I'm a strong guy, heavy training. I was looking undercover for no one to notice anything, since the first time we met, it seemed she could read me, she knew I was crazy for crowns, I don't know how to explain to you, but our sexual tension was in the air every time we saw each other.
Our meeting was casual, in a corner shop. She was standing in line, with a gentle smile on her lips. Her eyes, behind the glasses, transmitted a calm that instantly calmed me down. That meeting, in the middle of the routine, was the beginning of a story that I could never have imagined. I was excited and happy to see her. It's true I can't stand it, just looking at her made me angry.
She showed genuine sympathy, making me feel at home in her sweet and caring way. It's comforting to find someone who treats us with such respect. Especially nowadays when most people don't have time for each other anymore. That northeastern accent, I wanted to kiss that mouth right there.
Even at the age of 60, she exhibited an elegant style. The lipstick, the painted nails and the hair stuck in a sophisticated cocoon completed her look. A real delicacy, I would eat that old woman whenever she wanted, her breasts were saggy but huge, I wanted to suck them, I wanted to put her to sit on my roll.
- How long, Claudio, you've never been home to visit us, you're more beautiful every day my son.
- I really am owed this visit can let me go yes
In line I kept noticing her buttocks, she definitely noticed. she bumped her buttocks into my dick "by accident" I was very hard, I pretended that nothing happened, the panties were marked on the dress, you could see that tasty radish that my grandfather ate.
By the time we said goodbye, I was in a hard roll, she hugged me tightly and took a little longer than usual, our bodies were intertwined in an intense embrace, the skin warm and the breath short. My hands went through every curve of her back, while hers gripped my shoulders tightly. Tapping my muscles, I'm not muscular, but I'm a strong guy.
As I mentioned at the outset, I have always observed her, fascinated by her unique way of being, speaking, and acting.
I loved spending time at my grandfather's house when I was younger, watching my grandmother in the kitchen, preparing her delicious recipes, she always had a smile on her face, huge buttocks, her panties tucked in her lap, she always looked at me with a face of genuine happiness, I was really attracted to her.
Shortly after my grandmother's death, we found out that my grandmother's caregiver had started a relationship with my grandfather. This new relationship began to develop in a discreet way while she was still working at home, which caused some discomfort among the family members.
The Caretaker was Neide, my Vodrasta. I told you she was an intelligent woman.
She was always very kind to me. When I was young, often, when I went to my grandfather's house, she gave me money to go out with friends.
She held my hand, kissed me on the cheek, I always returned with affection and excitement, I got a hard penis every time she touched me. I looked at her maliciously, she noticed, I couldn't help noticing. She gave shy smiles, that old woman knew how to seduce. I often bumped into her passing my roll on her ass.
My Grandmother shared a house with one of her daughters and with my grandfather, who, in turn, used to make long journeys, while part of the family lived on a farm in the country.
That daughter of hers, she was another asshole, one day I was coming home and I caught her sucking on her boyfriend in the car, she got all shy when she saw me, she got up and pretended she was fixing her hair.
If she wanted me to stay with her, I'd stay with her too, but she never even considered it, and I always respected her, but not with her mother, Neide always gave me an opening, our chemistry was different, our luck!
Going to her house without a plan was too risky.
I couldn't get the image of that old woman out of my head, the tone of her voice and that look, I couldn't deny it, she was inviting me to come, it was clear that she wanted to fuck me, we were adults, I was a man and she was a woman, she knew that I wanted her.
We connected on Facebook, and I started liking her photos, and she would reply to me with these automated good morning messages, but I always expected a little bit more, dreaming that one day she would write me something different, something personal.
One Monday morning, as I was getting ready to go to work, she texted me asking how I was doing, and I said I was fine, and she sent me a picture of her in the kitchen, and I thought it was cool, and in return, I took a selfie saying goodbye and sent it to her with a smile on my face.
We had a lot of fun exchanging photos on our phones. We started with the classic good morning, good afternoon, and good night photos, but then things evolved. I started sending more daring photos, and she loved it, always asking for more. We never ended up exchanging intimate photos, but that photo exchange was a way for us to connect and have fun.
We had been exchanging messages for some time, and one day I decided to take a chance. I asked her if she would notice that I was going to her house for coffee. To my surprise, she accepted at the same time. Except that before, I made it very clear that I wanted to be alone with her. She asked why, and I said that she already knew what I wanted to say. I didn't believe that I was going to eat my avocado.
- There boy, you do not lend saw, and who said I want that?
It was a Sunday afternoon and I was standing in front of her house. I saw her looking out the window and, shortly after, she came to meet me. When she saw me, she opened her smile and ran to embrace me. We stood there at the door, talking for a while, until she invited me in.
When I stepped into that house where I spent so many hours playing, I felt a nostalgia that completely overwhelmed me.
My grandfather and I were never very close. He had a strong, typical Northeastern personality, and the relationship with my grandmother and the other members of the family was marked by a certain rigidity. He would get what he deserved.
I was there to poach his wife, and I was going to do it.
She offered me a glass of water, which I gratefully accepted. As I drank, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was fascinated to observe her expressions and gestures, trying to decipher what was going on in her mind. At the same time, I was analyzing the environment around us, looking for clues about her personality and her tastes.
She was wearing a red blouse that showed off part of her shoulders and the bra strap. The shorts and the pink slippers completed the look. Her hair was slightly wet and her eyes were glowing. At that moment, my thoughts were focused only on her.
Her eyes were like arrows that shot straight at me, and I took the opportunity to get closer and feel the texture of her skin under my fingers, a gentle touch on her arm, another on her hand, and with each contact, the tension between us grew.
She treated me super well, and she seemed concerned about my well-being.
My roll was already pulsating in my underwear, the room was in twilight, only the soft light of the street illuminated the room. Casually dressed, I sat next to her on the sofa. The closeness was electrifying, our bodies warmed every second.
How long have you not come here my son
It's been a while. I missed it. I've had a lot of good times in this house.
While I was talking the bitch kept passing her hands on my hands, she caressed the palms of my hands with her fingers, I started to return the affection.
Placing my hands and hers on my left thigh, near my groin, I continued the conversation looking into her eyes, I could see the sparkle in her eyes, she seemed to like this weather.
- How you grew, became strong, is a beautiful boy
- Thank you Mrs. Neide, you are as beautiful as ever
The bastard was already opening my zipper, he was already with his hand in my roll and as he was mealy, swollen, his head was shaking, the balls swollen, since he had marked with it, I avoided punching, I wanted to be at the point of a bullet, I wanted to give everything I had of me to that lady.
- Our son, what a pause, bless God
- It's all yours, you can use and abuse, as much as you want, whenever you want
She went on, holding my stick tight, starting to make upward and downward movements, her head already letting go of that little transparent thing.
Her hands wrinkled with a pink polish, holding my stick, I stood there admiring the scene while she leaned a little to better fit my stick between her fingers.
It didn't take long and there I was with my mouth on my Avodrasta's pussy, I was sucking her intensely, while she was there on that four-legged couch for me with her buttocks up, with her ass all exposed, he blinked at every lick, at every tongue the old woman looked back and asked for more, her feet twisted at every lick, one hour she ended up begging for dick in that vagina and it's logical that I granted her request.
I stuck my dick in her Xana right there on the couch, and we stayed like that for quite a while, her vagina opening up with every punch, and I remember holding her huge buttocks and pulling them against my body, and she was moaning for more.
- Throw it hard
And so I did, I pressed her body against the couch, I slapped her on the ass, with each stroke I felt more pleasure, I sat on the couch and made her sit on my dick, she sat hard and rolled around hugging me, I leaned my back on the couch I adjusted my body, and I started to make upward and downward movements very fast so that she could feel me chewing on her little butt. I ended up making fun of her inside at that time without wanting to.
She went to the bathroom to clean up and I went right after, I stayed with her in the room, watching Rodrigo Faro, after 10 minutes, she was already back next to me, sucking my roll, she did not make a plea, it was very nice, I ate the bucket again only now in a mom and dad, I sucked her breasts and licked the sweat on her neck.
I enjoyed inside her again this willingness, holding tightly on her buttocks and she whispering in my ear, calling me naughty and hot.
After we had sex for the second time, we were quiet for a while. She seemed pleased, and I too. At the farewell, she invited me to come back whenever she wanted. As soon as I got home, there was a message from her saying how much she enjoyed our afternoon, I replied that I wanted to have coffee there more often.
I'm thinking of eating her again, it'll all depend on how she treats me from now on, I hope she hasn't regretted it.
That story is not real, so please don't ask me for pictures of my Avodrasta in the messages kkkkk
This story was inspired by the work 'Elogio da Madrasta', by the renowned Peruvian writer Mario Vargas Llosa