Again his mother had arrived home accompanied, he heard the whispering, muffled voices full of desire, hoarse, passionate, stammering from the alcohol. The house was humble with only three rooms, a living room, kitchen, dining room, sparsely furnished, a room where he received his clients, and a small bathroom. He slept on a cot attached to the wall farthest from the room, covered with a curtain, to go unnoticed.
He perceived the clinking of glasses and bottles, laughter and groping from the bedroom, again his mother was drunk lately she was doing it more often, bringing home more bolds men.
The first years of life had been happy, his mother was very beautiful, a young girl in love with an older man, his father, He visited them relatively often, they lacked nothing, She was devoted to him with affection and pampering, until one day he stopped coming.
Everything changed, still a child he was relegated to the background, treated as a nuisance, there was no more affection, she became more and more lost every day, she dedicated herself to debauchery, men gave her money, she withered and debased.
Moans, laughter and noises of bodies intertwined louder than usual, filled him with curiosity, he got up carefully, walked around the room trying not to make noise, the door was ajar, when his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could see his mother lying on the bed with a man on top of her penetrating her wildly.
That scene disturbed him, the man had her legs up, he held them in the air while he wrapped her with force, a long and thick cock was going in and out of her body emitting sounds with the clash of the flesh, he opened the door a little more and the slight noise made him turn around.
She saw him straight in the face, she was frightened, but she could not look away, he continued the thrusts with greater force, holding her gaze, she had him imprisoned in that maelstrom of passion, his mother began to scream, the man to emit loud snores, she collapsed on top of her releasing him.
He returned to his bed, trembling, what he saw in that man’s eyes frightened him, intrigued him, captivated him, “I did not understand what he was feeling”. The door opened, he heard footsteps, the room was illuminated from the bathroom, he pulled aside the curtain that surrounded his bunk, the guy was urinating, he had left the door open.
He was there immense, he was a tall, plump guy, a body strengthened by hard work, he was holding his cock in his hand, still erect, thick, furrowed with veins, a strong stream of urine was coming out of the wide bud and it was clattering on the surface of the sanitary. He turned and caught it once again with his perfidious gaze.
The guy looked down at his groin, he followed her hypnotized, he was touching himself gently from the thick base to the wide head of his cock.
He walked without stopping stroking himself, stood in front of his bunk, pulled the curtain, took him by the hand pulling him to sit him down, his face was in front of that now hard cock, he pulled his hair away from his face, rough hands caressed his face, they smelled of sex, he placed a thumb on his lips, pressed, he opened his mouth, he introduced it, it had a sweet taste, he turned his finger caressing the sky of his mouth with the tip of his finger. He lifted his face, again caught in her gaze.
Tingling in his mouth, he felt himself bloom, his thin body trembled, his member hardened, his anus contracted in soft spasms. That finger went in and out of her mouth, he sucked it, He inserted the other thumb in her mouth, opened her mouth wide, placed the bud inside her mouth.
Now it was the guy’s cock that went in and out of her mouth, the thick meaty mast reached her throat, she felt retching, she withdrew a little, her hands held his head moving it with gentle insistence, she opened her mouth wider, that hard and throbbing meat slid deep inside her, she was choking, she was short of breath, that look was inviting him to please her. He breathed, he adapted.
Passion seized him, now he was the one moving his head, sucking, caressing and engulfing that portent of cock deep in his throat, the guy grunted, snorted and moaned with total complacency. His body tensed up and exploded inside her mouth. He swallowed what he could, that viscous element had a strong taste, bitter and sweet at the same time.
She took him by the arms, pulling him to his feet, barely reaching his chest, she embraced him, lowering her face, melting him in a passionate kiss, what a full satisfaction to be surrounded by those strong arms, to feel the rough beard on his face and the insistent tongue in his mouth.
He rolled his hands down her body, squeezing her buttocks, pulled her pajama pants down to her knees, his strong hands went up to her pelvis, pushed him down, he fell on the bed, she looked into his eyes, the passionate look was now one of surprise. He spoke very quietly, with a trembling voice tremulously said – “You are a child.”