The Friend of My Son Part 4

Continuing the story, for those who are reading it for the first time I suggest you read other previous stories. My name is Sylvia, I am a white woman of 1.50 meters, 50 kilos, short, black hair, have enormous breasts an ass very big at that time was 40 years old but did not seem to be that age, always looked much younger. So as I was reporting, after that day when I crossed the boundaries of provoking Ladislaus my son's friend who was 16 years old he kept coming straight here to our house whenever my son wasn't there only now he was getting abused before he would always come with an excuse for staying in this place. Now he didn't have it anymore I was afraid that if my son came, he would not be able to disguise the volume in his shorts, at least the other bermuda was tight on the body, it could hide. Ladislau was getting abused even, and every time the same thing, until one day I was in the kitchen with food on the fire (and as always with that thin short sweater, which I put up to provoke him) and couldn't get out because you were moving the pot. He came from behind me and hugged me and stayed rubbing behind me. I felt a hard deal behind me, but it wouldn't let me out unless the spice was burning. So I looked sideways through the reflection of my kitchen cupboard mirror and saw clearly that he had this stiff roller off his shorts rubbing himself on me. Since those shorts were short and loose, he must have lifted up from underneath and put that pause outside our...I froze so thought: why did I go to provoke this nuisance? And what is worse, I could not get away from there, I had to keep going. He scratched, scratching, and when he came with his hand rising to squeeze my breasts, then I got to leave. I put out the fire. I apologized to him. He quickly slipped his dick into my shorts and left. He went to the living room and called me for a foot massage. And I went to my bedroom, sat on the bed and kept thinking about it. I even wanted to let go of him, but still didn't trust him. I thought like this: if he was already abused that way imagine if I had slept with him ... what would he not be doing? It took some time, I heard a voice: Dona Silvia...and the doorknob turning. I pretended to be asleep and also thought: he didn't even knock on the door and ask if he could come in ... He only called once, and was opening the door, pooh. She is crossing boundaries. I continued pretending to be sleeping. I heard the door open again: dona Sylvia, donna silvia massage.... and then immediately afterwards a hand waving me and calling my name: dona Silvia. I was lying sideways. And speaking "let's go..massage"... As he saw that I would not wake up, he stopped rocking me. All of a sudden he starts to smooth my arm, goes up and begins to gently smoothen my breasts. He lies behind me and starts rubbing on my butt. I started getting horny at the same time as scared. Shit, he was being very abused. The way it was, I risked him wanting to come into my room even with my son home. And he kept smoothing and scratching. Already got wet from those caresses in my boobs and that hard pause groping me. I wanted so much to feel this nice pause inside me but couldn't make it easier for him because he was getting too abused All of a sudden, he stopped rubbing me and stood up. I started to feel that hand smoothing my butt. I felt him lifting my sweater, his hand smoothed my ass over the panties. So he went down on my pants a little bit, opened my bottom slightly and put his tongue in my buttocks. Our... what delight ... it made me shiver all hours. He was putting his tongues into the hole wanting me to groan and holding myself so as not to make noise. For all intents and purposes I was sleeping. But my bucket had already been completely drenched. And I want to scream: go fuck yourself, put this cute pause in my little kiss...fuck it ... push everything. But still lacked confidence in him. Suddenly he stopped talking and left. Soon after that I feel a rosary trying to get inside. He must have spit on the stick that felt like drooling in his big fat head. I thought: asshole, was just getting wet to break me up. I was thinking: he went very thirsty in the pot on his ass, had to have come with a little bit of cleverness in the bucket, as I am, I would not be able to resist. But I also thought: for tongue in my butt, it deserves a small gift. So I went and turned slightly lying forward, crossing legs with belly upwards. And I thought: ah .. fuck ... I put my arm over his face making a little hole in the eyes, and stood still. And thought ... damn it's just that he opened up a bit of shirt and fall on your mouth. That will be my present for him. After some time hear this voice .. Dona Silvia , rocking me . And then he came up and smoothed my breasts over the top of his shirt. He kept on smoothing, smoothing. I could see everything very discreetly through his little arms. Suddenly with his other hand, he pushes that beautiful chest head out from underneath those shorts. Holding tight in this nice pause, he starts to masturbate by smoothing my boobs. But I was still with one arm on my face and the other stretched out in his leg, very quietly, and you see him spitting at your hand and accelerating her fist. Pause, I'm going crazy to feel that nice pause inside me, but could not help it. Suddenly he opened up my sweater. Oh I thought: fuck this is now, he will fall from mouth. And also thought: go delicious.., tasty suck..., shit .. today everything is yours. He came and started shaking me hard and called my name: Mrs Sylvia, Ms Silvia. I stayed calm. So he went and got down on his knees over me, put that whole spit-laced roll of tape onto my chest and started doing a Spanish thing. I thought, fuck this guy's crazy. And then he starts moving really fast, real quick, and spewing out at the stick. Wow! He was so cracked up he didn't even see it; That big, thick roll almost hit me in the mouth. I lowered my chin a little bit without him noticing it, opened up his mouth a little and let my head go to his lips. He was so crazy with such excitement that he didn't even notice that I had been sucking on this delicious break. It looked really nice. Suddenly my body started shivering, I accelerated the squeeze into my cheekbone, twisted myself all over, stretched out my foot. Started from one of the twin girls down below. Aah... ah-ha! And then came out that tasty joke. So delightful.....Ladislau, I guess seeing you wouldn't be able to make jokes in Spanish. Then he started to masturbate and pass his head, from that tasty dick on my lips. After a while I just saw him give a little whimper ahh..ahh...And came out, this tasteful yellow fuck. He got a lot of shit, it fell into my mouth, in my hair, on the bed , on the floor. He went to the bathroom, took toilet paper, cleaned everything, and left. All I heard was the room door opening and banging. I stood up, and went for a shower. But when the hot water began to fall on my body, I started imagining Ladislau drinking with me, smoothing my chest, squeezing my butt, biting my baby's nipple. So I started touching myself. Smoothing my breasts, squeezing the beak, stroking the grill of a kiss, imagining Ladislau with that pause bursting into me. Calling me a whore. Then I began to moan: ai...ai..ai..Ladislau..ai....I had another good laugh and got wet. I came out from the bathroom, sat on the bed and kept thinking: Ladislaus is confusing me, he's messing around with me, fuck, I am married. He's just a molecule. I decided to stop playing games even though my husband was coming back from traveling and wasn't going to let him meet Ladislau in here. The other day, Ladislau knocked and I didn't answer the door. After a while he rang again. He stayed there all afternoon ringing the bell until my son came home in the evening. Every day he would come to me but I wouldn't open it. After some time he started coming sporadically, but even so, I never opened.
Sometime later my husband came back from a trip, I told my son not to bring his friend here for playing video games and warn him because his father was there and didn't like anyone in the house. My husband when he arrived even looked like a dog on heat, took me into the room ripping off my clothes. He wouldn't let me take a shower either. He fell with his mouth over my little bowl, threw me four times and hit me nice. He squeezed my chest, pulled my hair, and started calling me whore. I just kept rolling around cute at that roller coaster. I had so much fun. I sucked a lot, leaving that scroll all clean. Our son worked and studied, only came in the evening. So we climbed all day long. Day after day. My husband was addicted to sex. And this is what I began to understand, it shook me. When he came home, I was satisfied. Incredibly enough, I didn't even have time to think about Ladislaus. And when I thought not...he was already behind me playing that fun part. He knew how to do it and I had a lot of fun. It was all good. For three months he traveled for work, then stayed two at home every day. In our room there is soundproofing so the son doesn't hear anything or my moaning, but you know what? After a while, my son came to tell me that Ladislaus would ask him when his father was traveling if he wanted to play video games here because the internet is slow at home. And I knew very well what Ladislau wanted to do there. Time went by and everything was great. My husband picked me up in the living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen half-side down on all fours, roast chicken, standing, lying down, whatever position it was. It was all nice, delightful. Until one day, early morning, we had been climbing all afternoon and into the night too. I was exhausted, fuck it's a lot of sex. I had been sleeping so I opened my eyes and saw my husband sitting shirtless on the computer. I would get up but decided to stay in bed. There wasn't anything else for me, being shirtless at the computer after all, my husband even walked around naked when our son was not there I didn't see any problem. In the morning as usual my husband went out to buy newspapers and bread. When I went to the sites, they had early morning hours and it scared me that there was only a porn site. And worst of all, there were only transvestite videos on them. It shocked me. I couldn't believe it. But my confirmation really came afterwards when I cleaned up his room and found some sperm underneath the computer table. That stopped me. When we went to have sex in the afternoon, I even put a little ointment on my vagina because I had no erection at all. And again at night, he went to the computer. He should be doing it right away, because every night, I turned off and only woke up in the morning. Didn't need to do that either; he would just wake me up. After some time he traveled again, those were his last trips since he was going to change jobs, become a bus driver and rent the truck. As soon as he left for traveling, I started getting depressed and eventually fell into depression. Ladislau always came here, rang the bell and I didn't even answer. Even my son noticed that I was sad, he asked what it is, I said: It's nothing. I think my son spoke for Ladislaus about me being sad because at night when I went to throw out the garbage outside there would be a flower on the door, another time it was chocolate. Of course it should have been Ladislas himself. After some time I saw that I had a real problem so I decided to seek help. At the beginning of my appointments, I was a little closed off, but then I opened up and decided to tell him all about it. So I told my husband's therapist everything that happened with transvestite videos, telling him how filthy I felt because I couldn't satisfy my husband, so he just ran into his video clips. And I thought the psychologist would blame me for this. But on the contrary, he explained that this is only some kind of fetish or fantasy from my husband which may have even been when he was in his teens; it was super normal, had nothing to do with me. That men really like to masturbate, even when they're old. And the psychologist went on saying: but what they really love is live sex. He asked me if he watched videos and wasn't looking for me. I said no, that he was searching. I think he understood that I was sad. And he kept cheering me up, always bringing a gift: sometimes chocolate and other times ice cream. He would tell me to lift my head, that I'm beautiful, it's just a phase. He didn't even know what the real reason for my sadness was. Ladislaus, very caring, always affectionate. Then one day Ladislaus came, he brought popcorn, ice cream, chocolate and said that he was going to make dinner. He had copied a recipe and would do it for me. I loved it, I thought it very kind of him. He even made a candlelight supper. And oh, I don't know what it was..., the candle lights ..., dinner ... music.., but that moved me .. and he kept looking at me, getting closer until his lips touched mine, and I had to open them and let his little tongue enter and interlace in my own. Oh, how delicious...Ladislau kissed sweetly, and his hands began moving over my body affectionately., and I started smoothing his body too. That was very good. We stayed like this for a while. Then Ladislau pulled me back, laying on the couch, and continued to kiss me. Even the weight of his body on mine was nice. And it got warmer and hotter, that when Ladislau passed his hands over my breasts above the dress, my whole body shivered. Ladislaus kept caressing my boobs and kissing me. Then he put his hand inside my gown and you can feel the beak in my chest very hard. Since the dress I was wearing had lining, I didn't wear a bra. And he didn't waste any time, held it with both hands and was passing his tongue in the little kiss. What a delight... My lipstick had already begun to get wet. Ladislau took turns, kissed my mouth, then sucked on my breasts, started kissing me again. That felt very good. At that point I could feel his cock harden inside of his trousers. So I went and unbuttoned Ladislaus's blouse, which he tried to take off and throw on the floor. He took advantage of it by removing my dress as well, leaving me with only a tiny little underwear that Ladislas promptly pulled out with his mouth and left me completely naked. I was so thirsty, that from the head of his delicious brew a goo came out already, which I swallowed with great pleasure. I sucked and sucked it hardly fit in my mouth, big and thick as it was. And I really sucked with pleasure like a dog on heat. Ladislau gave pleasurable howls: love-sucking...sweet chupa..Ladislaus couldn't hold himself back but what he really wanted was something else. He took this fat roll out of my mouth. What a delight.... Feeling that lovely pause, wrapping up my little bucket I would go in and open it seemed to be filling every empty space. I was so wet, that this loving pause slipped easily inside. It went on the bottom and came back, entered and left again entering more and more leaving my small bucket cracked. Our...a delight ...was then Ladislaus , became Ladislas once again. The romantic Ladislav gave way to the lascivious Ladislaw. And I didn't know which of these two I liked better. I think the lewd one is more delicious. Ladislaus, he started pushing hard and squeezing my breasts and sucking his dick willingly. That's when I began to go crazy. Damn it, that cock was too big. If I had known Ladislau has such a cute cock, I would have kissed him for a long time ago. Ladislasus started screwing with pleasure, calling me a whore, piranha, clutching my chest. It was very sexy. Ladieslasus poking in, poking out, cursing at me. I couldn't hold on anymore. So much as I held onto myself the most I could. But she groaned loudly: Ai...Aiiii.....AiI....Sweet.......All of a sudden, I twisted and let go AAHHH...AAHHHH......AAAHHHH........To ...enjoying....fuckin'...why..that sweet pause from the cock......My body got all soft and Ladislaus kept pumping. Kicking hard. I felt that head bang on my uterus. His dick was very big and thick. Ladislas then stood up, went to put me down on four legs. I don't know how I was doing it. It was also because I had such a hard-on. Ladislau would scold me, suck my breast and bite his cock. And all I could do was roll around on that cute little prick. The head of Ladislaus's dick was so big, when I went up and down from the stick, I felt this hottie squeezing my crotch. What an adorable feeling! My pussy was so wet, it seemed to be gushing water. Shit, fuck...this was delicious....very sexy. We were like this for quite some time now. This hottie groped my baby fat, ladislau clenched and bit my nipple off my chest. I moaned loudly. AII..AIII...AAIiii....tasty, asshole ... and Ladislau cursing me, whore rolls, tramp rolled in the role of your macho. My body all creeped out. Then I could not stand it: AAHHH ....AAAHhh.....aaaahhhh......fuckin' .. toooooo ..... enjoying new life again ....... aaaahh........ this time was a fun lady .My body got soft then I said: Ladislaus exhausted you , can ' t take any more He spoke: nor did he laugh ...I said no, look at his cock. I had a lot of fun. It was also two months in the dry, so Ladislaus pushed me to suck his cock. So that I could feel the taste of my little kiss. Sucked so much that it left clean. Ladislau sat on the couch again, kicked me four times and pointed her head at the entrance of my kitchen. More than quickly, I threw my hand backwards, lowering this thick roll and fitting it into my small kiss, and went sitting on his lap from behind. I kept climbing up and down from that lovely pause again. Ladislau, I pulled my hair tightly with the other hand and squeezed it against my chest. He yelled at me: "Fuckin' roll over", he said; "Follow your man". That was when Ladislaus twisted his whole body around saying: "Come on... bitch....go out and suck my cock so that I can have fun!" That day my son didn't come home he was going to sleep at some friends house. Ladislau slept with me in my room and in the morning ate my bucket again took a bath and went home. After that day, Ladislaus started eating my buckets straight away. Ladislau came every day to my house. And we climbed nice everyday. Since I had been doing therapy, so it felt good for him to play around, playing dirty games. And Ladislas enjoyed it. Every afternoon people would have fun until nightfall. A delight.... Until my husband returned from his trip. However, I will tell you about it in the next report.