Remembering the enrapture.

Eduardo invited his college friend to spend the end-of-year parties at his house. Rafer, although he was a year younger than he was in the same period, i.e. in the third of Foreign Trade. Eduardo's father took the opportunity to make the two of them interns during that period without paying them anything. So, in the middle of Christmas Eve, Rafer was taking some files to Dr. Manfredo, when the door of the office opened abruptly and the beautiful mother of his colleague Edu, splashed with such fury for her husband as he hurriedly leaves the office. In the cupboard next to the door, she picked up the glass jar of flowers and with murderous intent shot at her husband and stormed out, bumping into the box of papers that Rafer was carrying in his arms. She did not stop for a second to notice that the box had fallen and the papers were scattered on the floor. Rafer began to bend down to pick up the papers when she heard the authoritative voice of Dr. Manfredo. Go after her and try to calm her down, after you get her home, call me. Running, in seconds Rafer saw her waiting for the elevator, one foot tapping on the floor, not from nervousness, but from anger. She sensed Rafer's approach and turned unexpectedly with her arm outstretched and her palm raised, indicating that he should stop right there. He obeyed and saw her enter the elevator. As soon as the door closed, he shot down the stairs. Edward's mother didn't see Rafer as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, but she realized he was being followed as soon as he left the building. Go back to the office and tell your boss to have his mother followed. - He didn't tell me to follow you. - What do you mean he didn't tell me to follow? - Well... I wanted to get rid of the office... and the best thing was to see her walk! - What are you trying to say?! That you're not following my husband's orders and that you were behind me watching me walk? Oh, no! I don't believe it! How insolent you are! You had your eye on my butt! Is that it, you shameless one? Just because I have a big ass, you'll think I'm fat too?! The way you walk is very elegant, the lady seems to float, your shoulders hardly move, only your thighs, I mean, your legs and your... My little bundle of joy! I was going to say, your waist, and let me confess, Mrs. Inga, I've been hopelessly attracted to you since the first time I saw you at a celebration back in college. I know where you're going, and it's very dangerous for you, so as a polite boy, you know exactly what to do, now leave me alone and don't come back to my house. Forgive me, I promise I won't say anything more, just let me stay and know that you, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life, is nearby! I'm at least 20 years older, I'm happily married, I have a son, and I have... Manfred's wife didn't finish what she was saying and started sobbing and then burst into tears. Rafer promptly approached and embraced her. Inga accepted the young man's affection and put her head on his chest, still crying softly. They stayed like that for a long minute and then Rafer spoke. Come with me, we'll have a coffee and then I'll take you home. Rafer sat in front of his friend Edu's mother and waited for the waitress to come. He made the request and waited for her to move away to start a dialogue with Inga. It seems that Dr. Manfredo is very strict with people. - He's not crazy to treat me like this! The bastard was being sucked by that siren! Arrgh, what rage! I'll kill those two! I was just about to hand him some papers at that moment, he couldn't take such a risk! I didn't believe the rumors at first, but I found out the hard way, and I don't understand why he had to do this to her when I've always enjoyed sucking his dick and... oh, my God, what am I saying? I'm an adult, don't treat me like a child like you just said! I don't usually be so direct with people and say what I think right away... I think the event this morning changed my behavior... but... you're so young! - Twenty of them. - And I'm 20 years older than you and the mother of your best friend! - If he ever found out... he was gonna make sure that his mother was passionately loved by his best friend... Oh, I'm sorry... what's your name again? And I want to tattoo my name on your Venus pile or under one of your breasts, who knows, on the polp of your splendid ass! Dr. Manfredo's little wife's eyes open wide. Her mouth opens with her oval lips and she stays like that for a few seconds absorbing the words of that young man who is looking at her with his dense blue eyes and a cynical smile on his lips. Suddenly a warmth takes over her body and she feels her faces blush. Soon her nipples start to bother her because of their hardness and rub against the fabric of her bra. She crosses her legs in an attempt to soothe the itch that invades her sister-in-law's lip. She turns away from the look of her son's friend and lowers her head in shame because she feels it and doesn't want him to understand. - And... Mrs. Inga, that's not your real name, is it? My name is Henggelinä, and you've probably heard other weird names like Hildergades, Guinevere, Boudicea, and so on. It's a beautiful day for a stroll and Christmas shopping! Rafer gets up and walks over to her side to help her get up. At that moment the efferoms and hormones of both of them mixed in the body chemistry and Inga eagerly received the kiss that Rafer gave her. The waitress disguised the look of lack of grace with her outstretched hand holding the bill. - Let's save the Christmas shopping for later... I want to do this for me, but if I have to make the trade, let it be majestic. Inga entered the house alone. She found that the servants were busy with their affairs. She went back to the door and opened it. This was the signal for Rafer to come out of the garage where he was hiding. When he reached the doorway, he saw that his friend's mother was looking at him as he climbed the stairs. When he reached the top of the stairs, he saw a half-open door of the many rooms on that floor. It took the presence of his spirit to close the door, because Inga was already hugging and kissing him with extreme eagerness. Rafer, without undoing the kiss, gropes the bony buttocks of the beautiful mature woman and feels that one of her hands nervously gropes his robust butt over the fabric of his trousers. Inga lifts her lips from her son's friend's mouth and gives a long sigh of pleasure, throwing her head back making his red hair dance like flames from a bonfire. His lips slide down the length of her neck wanting to reach her breasts. Inga murmurs and whispers as she strokes the hair of the young man who is going to corne her husband. Gently, she pulls him by the hair until his face is the same height as hers. You already know my secret, you don't have to tell anyone that I love to suck my husband's dick, and now give me yours, give me yours to see if I like it too, give it to me, give it to me now. Before Rafer could react, Inga stooped down and deftly pulled the huge cock out of her pants with some difficulty. With all that splendor in her hands, she opened her head at once, making sounds as if she wanted to say something with her mouth full. At the same time, Rafer let out a soft roar of pleasure as she felt the lips of Edward's beautiful mother circle behind the glans and suckle like a calf. Memories return to Inga's head when she feels a young, pulsating pussy in her mouth again. This was the case with Manfredo in the first years of their marriage. Even before they were engaged, they were already fully satisfied with each other sucking each other. Inga had developed a whole technique that gave her so much pleasure that she could not spend a day without sucking on her future husband's pussy. Manfredo, on the other hand, loved that sleazy way of his fiancée, since he was the one who initiated her into everything, knowing that she was a beautiful, very modest girl. Thus, he knew that his future wife could make an incomparable kiss. The best of prostitutes could do the same, but never better. And this was at a time when society did not accept the female orgasm in a good tone. It was a matter of a few minutes for Manfredo to pour abundantly into his wife's mouth as soon as she knelt in front of him or, as she preferred, to stretch between his thighs. Manfredo could not resist Inga's blue eyes as if asking him to make fun, as he saw her cheeks swelling gently with his being swallowed by the circle of her lips. Inga's excitement at the moment when Manfred was having fun was so great that she felt as if she herself was having fun. Now, there at that moment she was feeling the same fervor as almost twenty-five years ago. A certain feeling of guilt ran through her head because she was letting her carnal fever overwhelm her condition as an honest wife and mother. Inga knew that no matter how hard she tried now, she would never regain her condition as a faithful wife and mother. That was what troubled her. But it was enough to hear the roar of pleasure of that young man and feel the roll of delight beating as if his heart was right there inside her mouth, that she was penitently repenting as if it were divine forgiveness. She recalls that when they were still dating, she and Manfred tried all sexual modalities except vaginal defloration. Manfred was crazy about her big, muscular ass. She loved the caresses he gave her, and Inga was having fun like crazy when he put his huge cock between her butt cheeks and rubbed it until it was funny. She was all moody and with that feeling of eternal joy as the heat of the sperm spread over the entire length of her ass lasted. Once, she agreed to be sodomized. Her initial rejection was not the act itself, for she had long been curious what it would be like to be ravished. But because she felt she was unprepared to receive the immense role of boyfriend, being unwashed, the erection and gaze of a sensual male begging for her pillow was an appeal she could not resist. Inga even put up well with the swelling and then the gushing of semen from the boyfriend's enjoyment on her pillow, but she felt a little uncomfortable. Moreover, the smell of feces was felt by both. Manfredo never again enraged her. Rafer listens to the beautiful Inga's sobs as she lets his shame slip out of her little mouth. She is driven mad by the smell of his crotch. Her son's friend rocks with voluptuousness when he feels her stuff her little nose under the balls and breathes deeply as she gives long sobs of pure sensuality. - Aaaaamn, you bastard boy! You shave your bag! What a beautiful thing! Hmmm... how tasty this... hum hum... this... your... ai ai aimmm... cake! Let... let me... let me... put it all... ssssshshshimm, into your mouth! You're a wonderful woman, Engueline, and I never imagined you'd be so... so clever. You call me Inga, boy, you don't pronounce my name right. - And why don't you call me by my first name? Calling me "boy" makes you sound like an experienced whore seducing a little boy! Stopping to suckle Rafer's roll, Manfredo's wife looks up with her beautiful blue eyes and with the red hair a little scattered across her face, Inga continues with one hand holding his bag while with the other she caresses his chest that seems to want to escape from her hand. - The rhetoric of an experienced whore seducing a virgin has three negatives. Rafer felt empowered to tell him about his affair with Helga, his true love and passion who was also twice his age, but he found it unnecessary. - I think that what you do is simply natural talent. You have the gift of taking any man to the peak of any fantasy he has. Your sexuality is such that you can not be of one man only! There are other women just like you. If they show all this fervor, society calls them whores, although the male side that also condemns them, crawls after them. Those who do not expose themselves lead a life of frustration or are lucky to find a guy like me! But can I trust you if I feel that this won't mean anything to me? If I say I love you, will you believe me? - Come on! What do you know what love is? You're just burning with passion for me! But that's enough. Yes, I'm convinced. Can I go back to your chicken now? Rafer sees Inga's beautiful face hide under her balls and start whispering like a kitten. - Inga... dear Inga! I'm... going to make fun of you right now! Let... let me... I'll do the same to your wife... who... who I'm crazy... crazy to get into you!! I'm just not ready to be sodomized! It's hard to believe you let yourself get screwed over, but I should know. I want to see if you'll be my sodomizer, or as you say, my rapist since my only experience wasn't so good... - What do you mean, you can't? And Inga told it all in detail as she stroked his roll with both hands. She made faces and mouths knowing that she was torturing him. Rafer twitched, not knowing if he was asking her to stop or to continue with that caress until he made fun of it. He decided to make fun of it. But not in her hands. He was determined to make fun of it, exploding inside the anus of that beautiful curvy woman, absolutely certain that he would make her ecstatic with his roll stuffing her pillow. Manfred's wife suddenly found herself reclining on her back, or simply on all fours. Her panties were torn and ripped by a vigorous pull. All that sudden action left her expectant and increasing her anxiety. She let out a long sigh and even lost her breath when she felt her son's friend's lips wind around her pillow. The redhead is tossed back and forth as she feels the extraordinary sensation of having the top of the pillow up to the clitoris being massaged by the lips and tongue of that roller horse kid. Rafer, aware of her concern at being unprepared, felt that nothing would stop her from being able to have her pillow invaded by his roller. She should have had breakfast only an hour and a half ago, had evacuated, taken a bath, and a soft aroma of beauty cream was spreading through the pleasures of her buttocks, vagina, and thighs. Without her expecting it, his roller was gently penetrating her friend's mother's vagina. Her eyes widened and then closed as through her lips a hiss of pleasure passed between them. At the same time a portion of saliva was deposited in the middle of the ring and she felt as if it was hurting. Inga was already in a state of ecstasy when she was surprised by the removal of the penis from her vagina. She then realized what was coming next. To be sodomized, or in the words of that boy, to be enraptured. In an act of pure lust, she pinched the beautiful butt and looking over her shoulder, stared at Rafer's face. Rafer's gaze was filled with adoration for one of the most beautiful buttocks she had ever owned, the perfection of both of her crescent-shaped buttocks forming a perfect heart, where there, right in the middle of them, her glans begins to expand the pink cushion ring of her newfound passion, her friend Edward's mother. Inga was intoxicated by the look of adoration that Rafer gave to her ass. When the head passed all sphincter, she involuntarily contracted, but then relaxed, letting herself be carried away by the words of affection that Rafer whispers in her ear, while kissing her back at the height of the shoulders and neck. Just like that, my beautiful love, just like that, just like that, just like that, just like that, just like that, just like that. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please. Despite Inga's pleading, the young man had enough experience to slide the entire length of his torso into that still tender cushion. Rafer instructed her not to lose control of her movements and to only contract her ass when his roll was coming out. Then she would let him roll free while he stood still, savoring the contractions and dilatations of her little ring around his roll. - What... what a crazy thing! I've never... I've never felt... I've felt this in my life! I want more! And you, boy! What a jerk, huh?! - You're mine now, Inga! Only mine, hottie! Move, move, you gorgeous little bitch! You'll only climb with the horn if I let you! Hear? Only if I let you! Now, repeat! Repeat that you're mine now and you'll only climb with your husband if I let you! Repeat that I enjoy that pillow of yours listening to you talk! Inga felt as Rafer took a tuft of his red hair and his head being pulled back. - Yes! Yes, yes! I'm all yours! All of you, all of you! You're my master now! I've always been! I've spent my life looking for a master like you! Aaarrrmmm... get in, get in! Faster... faster, my raging macho! With will... aaaiiii... so, assiiimm! Eat me! Eat my ass... it's just... just yours now! Aaaaaahmm, too... I'm feeling you, feeling you laugh! You... you're laughing! You're laughing on my pillow!! Aaarrrmm... you're laughing too! Only you're going to eat now! Manfredo is going to... have to... ask your permission! Now he's going to have to ask your permission to eat me!!! Aaaaahmm, I'm... I'm laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing!!! Inga recalled with a tremendous orgasm, feeling like the sixteen-year-old girl being ravished for the first time.