Who is This?!! (Patreon)

Tala and Matias were in bed, fucking wildly. Lust exploded as sweaty college-aged bodies clapped together furiously in the afternoon heat. Uninhibited shrieks of joy and screams of passion filled the air. “Take me, Matias! TAKE MEEEEE!!!” Tala screamed as Matias repeatedly rammed his steel hard dick into Tala’s wet pink tunnel. Matias also contributed to the racket with each thrust. So much, that no one noticed the knocking at the door.

Suddenly, the door to Matias’ room opened.

“Matias…” Tala warned.

“I’m almost there!” The boy had his eyes closed, fighting to resist furiously blowing his white seed into the goddess’ womb.

“MATIAS!”

Matias opened his eyes and saw oblivion staring right back at him. Suddenly his mighty goddess-given boner shrank down to a pitiful micropenis. Matias wanted to die then and there. A middle-aged woman stood at the foot of his bed, arms folded, while he was in mid-coitus with his beloved Tala.

“I’m Marisol. Matias’ mother.”

“This is my home. Who are you?”

The two young lovers pulled themselves apart, with long strands of female cream from her pussy and male seed from his penis being spread apart into nothingness. While Matias stood and fearfully covered his privates, Tala casually lounged on the bed. The girl made no move to hide her naked body with Matias’ bedsheets, much less hide her open creampie which glistened with their sex. Great, the boy is bringing whores into her home, thought Marisol.

“I am Talaquetzal.”

“Talaquetzal.” Marisol breathed. “So you’re the screamer that my son has been screwing…”

Marisol snapped at Matias. “You think that I don’t know what happens in my house?!” It took every ounce of her restraint not to curse the boy out for his recklessness. Every time Matias and Tala have sex, they grew more brazen with every act. Marisol was watching television when she heard lovemaking noises as if she were in some seedy motel or porno. Matias’ recent behavior was unsettling too. Sneaking out at night. Washing his clothes and bedsheets far more often. The smell of hot sex coming from his room. Marisol even spied long single strands of hair on the floor that weren’t hers.

She peered at her son trying to desperately hide his wet privates with his hands, like some comedy. “I hope you have the sense to wear protection!”

Matias shamefully nodded no, his voice gone from fear and embarrassment. Hell, the boy couldn’t even move, much less speak. He was caught red handed. All he could do was look away and cover his shrunken pecker.

Enraged, Marisol took off her sandal, ready to discipline the life out of her son. “How could you be so careless?!”, she snarled. “If you have gotten this girl pregnant…!”

Tala was shocked. Marisol’s rage and fury was a sight to behold. She thought that Matias was simply being his meek, nervous boy when he described his mother’s anger at discovering her. This was a new experience for the indigenous girl, as most tribal mothers would be flattered at the sun goddess choosing their virgin son as a mate. But this city was a modern realm where Tala’s mythology was unknown. She might as well have been one of the mortal girls from the neighborhood, which Marisol probably believed. It was time to show Marisol that Tala wasn’t exactly a normal girl.

Tala floated above the bed.

Marisol dropped her shoe immediately.

“Jesucristo en el cielo. Jesus Christ in heaven…”

“I am Talaquetzal.” She repeated in her very high-pitched, thick accented voice. “He was the first city boy I befriended.”

Marisol slumped into Matias’ computer chair, struck speechless. She held her head for what seemed like countless moments, searching for something, anything to say. During the silence, Matias pulled on his boxer shorts and comforted his mother.

“Mama…Tala is an indigenous girl from the jungle who wandered into the city. She saved my life. I was about to be hit by a truck.”

Tala added. “Matias was very kind to me. He took off his shirt to cover me. We went to your building for me to hide. When we were safe, I took his shirt off. I wondered why Matias did not remove his clothing as well. Matias did not want me to see his teeny, tiny penis, but I wished to see it. It was I who desired your son.”

Words finally came back to poor Marisol.

“W-what…what are you? A-are you an…angel?”

“I am goddess to my people. I am their protector.”

“H-h-how did your learn Spanish?”

“I have made friends over the years. They have taught me many languages.”

Marisol struggled, trying to regain her composure, as well as her authority. Shaking, she stammered, “M-matias will be severely punished. H-he should have known better…”

Tala landed on her feet and slightly bowed at Marisol’s feet.

“Please, do not punish Matias. It is I who tempted your son. Punish me instead, if you must, but please spare Matias.”

Marisol was surprised. Accountability? Looking at Tala, Marisol would have been surprised if Matias had not slept with Tala. Although tiny, Tala was a beautiful girl, with bright golden eyes and long black hair. Her breasts were impossibly massive, and her wondrous curvy body shook obscenely with even the slightest movement.

“W-w-where do you live, Talaquetzal?”

“I live in the jungle. With my tribe.”

“What about your parents?”

“My parents are long passed.”

With that, Tala recounted her ancient tribal history and the origins of her divinity. Getting cornered and raped by vicious Conquistadors, being rescued by the Sun God, mating with him and and becoming a sun goddess herself.

Slowly finding her strength after listening to the impossible tale, Marisol rose up from Matias’ chair. She knew this day would come. Matias had found himself a girlfriend, albeit a naked native goddess from the jungle. There was no putting the genie back in the bottle.

“Is Talaquetzal living here?”

“No, Mama. She visits me. She flies back home to check on her people. But she returns through the window.”

“I see…” Marisol folded her arms. If Tala was going to be part of her son’s life, then there will be changes. “There WILL be rules that both of you will follow if you both wish to remain here. Matias, you will use protection from now on. Tala, you will be much more respectful when visiting this house. Hide yourself when anyone other than us is here. Keep your hands to yourselves until you are in the privacy of Matias’ bedroom. And keep those screams down!”

Marisol continued “We buy Talaquetzal some clothes first thing in the morning at the thrift store. I have nothing here that will fit her...physique.”

“Her people don’t wear clothes, Mama. We can’t dress her.”

“Nothing? Not even a bath towel?”

Marisol scratched her head at the cultural differences. It isn’t like Talaquetzal is some street whore. She’s an indigenous girl from the jungle…She probably thinks it’s strange that we are covered up, which led to…She looked at Tala and Matias and recounted the story of how they met. How she immediately took her clothes off, but thought it was strange whether son didn’t do the same—at least immediately.

Marisol ruled. “If Tala can abide by my household rules, then she can stay.”

Tala happily nodded in agreement. Matias smiled.

Seeing that smile, Marisol had one final act of business to take care of. She reached for her wallet in her pocket and pulled out some money to give to Matias. “Go down to the store and buy a few boxes of condoms. I was more upset at you having unprotected sex than you sneaking a girl in here.”

With a sigh of relief, Marisol left the room. “Dinner time is going to be a lot more interesting around here.”

Tala turned to Matias. "Matias..."

"Yes, Tala?"

"What is a condom?"