Futa Cucks the Boyfriend pt.3 (Patreon)

Hey everyone! Here is the final* chapter of the patreon voted-for 'Futa Cucks the Boyfriend' series! In this, Martin meets Roselyn's mother, and he quickly finds out that certain things run in the family.....

*(I say final because maybe in the future will come back to it, but for now will be nice to move onto some new ideas).

Next week I will post up a vote for what patrons would like to see me write next, so keep your eyes peeled!

Enjoy!

TSG123 x

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“JACKIE!”

Jack tore himself out of bed.

10am. He’d overslept.

He raced down the hall naked as the day he was born, stuttering as the muscles in his thighs squealed in protest, before sliding towards the veranda. He wasn’t twenty any more, that’s for sure.

As he made his way onto the veranda he slowed. Blood was already flowing south, wringing his hands as he stepped out into Californian sun.

A dark figure was silhouetted in front of the rising furnace, hands on their hips, chest out. The simple, flowing white dress she had on did nothing to hide the ridiculous curves that never failed to turn heads.

Yolanda. His wife.

His naked cock began to rise.

“Hola Madre… Sorry.”

Eyes that burned brighter than the sun behind them locked onto his forehead, and Jack had that same sensation he’d had for the last twenty years whenever she laid eyes upon him. A special cocktail of fear, excitement, intrigue…. It was impossible to know completely what went on behind those eyes, but he had been a slave to it for longer than he remembered.

The light played out when she stepped towards him, revealing bronzed skin, thick eyebrows in sharp relief to the rest of her face. The face in question was long, chiselled and sharp, currently set in its default mode of discontent, although Jack could see the enjoyment behind it.

“You call this a good time, eh?”

His wife’s accent had waned over the years, but she still had enough of a Spanish lilt to be exotic to most, something which had gripped Jack from the moment he had first spoken to her.

“S-sorry Madre.”

He couldn’t help admiring the way the morning light caught the streaks of grey in her auburn hair.

“Especially today when we have a guest.”

“Oh… a guest?”

“Si.“

On cue, a bell echoed inside the house.

She pursed her juicy lips.

“Answer it.”

“Yes Madre.”

He made to scurry back to the bedroom and find some clothes, but his wife stopped him.

“JACKIE, I said get the door, yes?”

The hint of a smile wormed its way onto her face, and he paused, nodding sheepishly, his meagre erection already bobbing in front of him as he shuffled to the front door.

Through the frosted glass he saw a silhouette that made his jaw drop.

His heart was beating fast as he pulled the handle a crack, spying a figure almost identical to the one out back, albeit this one was wearing jeans and a silk jumper instead of a flowing dress, and had a shorter haircut which stopped at her shoulders, a few more freckles on her face.

Esmeralda - Her sister.

Her expression became a big, beaming smile when she locked onto Jackie’s lack of atire.

“Oh Stanley.. mi rico… no let yeourrrr favourite Auntie in?!”

Her voice was higher pitched than his wife’s, but she was just as enticing as her more sultry sibling in a different, carefree way.

“Y-yes of course!” he mumbled, immediately flinging the door wide open.

His sister-in-law’s expression lit up as she gazed down on the naked man in front of her, Esmeralda enjoying his bubble butt, the slightly sagging skin in places still not diminishing his soft, fuckable frame.

“Oh Staiinleyyyy… you are gooood,” she said in a sultry tone.

“Y-yes… would you like to come in?”

“Si!” she replied, walking up to him and stroking his chin.

“H-how was the plane,” he murmured, already caught up in her aura.

Her skin was a touch darker than his wife’s, and frecklier.

“Es Bueno… bueno…….”

He wasn’t sure if she had understood what he had asked, or she was simply enjoying touching his face.

“Oh… okay…”

He turned and sheepishly ushered her to follow him, and Esmeralda watched his ass the whole way like a hawk as he led her along, a puppy pulling its owner through the park, coming to join her sister.

When she came out to the smouldering figure, the two women produced beaming smiles.

“Esmi!”

“Que Onda!”

The two women ran and embraced, and they took their time enjoying the hug, happy to feel the warmth of family.

Soon they were jabbering away in their native tongue, barely able to sit down as Esme and Yolanda fervently discussed what appeared to amount to life, the universe and everything.

Stanley bounced on his feet, watching the two gorgeous women converse leisurely, before quietly turning to clothe himself.

“y te ves fantástica…. EXCUSE ME… where do you think you go?!”

He paused, wilting, knees turning inwards as he turned back.

“S-sorry Madre….!”

“Pequeña perra…”

This time Esmeralda’s glare was also laced with venom. In this the similarities to her sister were even more obvious.

“S-….”

“No sorry,” his wife snapped, “you will come and apologise to my sister.”

He padded over to her.

“ON YOUR KNEES!”

The screeching tone of his wife when she was mad chipped at his bones as he fell to the floor, crawling to Esmeralda’s feet.

“S-sorry Esmeralda,” he snivelled, cock hard as a rock.

“Rico…… You mine now…leetle beetch.”

Her accent was far stronger than her sister’s, rolling her Rs and over-pronouncing her Os and Us.

It sounded strange being called a bitch from someone with such a sunny disposition.

“Oh! I’m… ah…”

He had always admired his wife’s sister, and it was clear the feeling was reciprocal.

He glanced at his wife, who was watching with amusement.

“She’s right Jackie. I will go to see my daughter.”

“Oh right… Are we going together?”

She shook her head.

“I want some mother-daughter time Jackie… and I want to give my siiister a present after she asked me so many times…. So I give you to her for two weeks.”

His jaw dropped open.

“R-really?”

Esmeralda nodded her head

“Si.”

“She does not speak good English…. But I think you figure it out, no?”

The way her sister was smiling at him suggested he was the most succulent of fruit that she couldn’t wait to pluck.

“You will be cared for. I will see my Roselyn… and some… girl….”

Jackie gulped.

Her tone didn’t sound welcoming for whoever that girl was.

“Ah.. right…”

Esmeralda was already winding her fingers into his hair, tightening her grip.

“A Mia Puta….”

“You will keep my sister happy, si?”

He looked up into Esmeralda’s glowing expression, the bulge in her jeans beginning to grow.

“Y-yes…. Si.”

***

“Oh she’s going to love you!”

“But… what if she doesn’t?”

Olivia’s tongue poked in her cheek as she traced a line which swept down the paper, before reversing and coming back at a different trajectory, wrist floating as she let the pencil do the work.

“Look she will….. You need to relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

“Then why are you furrowing your eyebrows?”

Olivia shook her head, glancing at a sliver of light coming through blinds behind her and adjusting it, before turning back to the painting, leaning in.

“I’m concentrating.”

“No you’re not, you’re talking to me and thinking about how terrified you are of my Madre.”

“Hm. What’s her name again, Yolanda right?”

“Ha yeah.”

“Right… Yolanda…”

Roselyn chuckled.

“Relax baby.”

She popped a kiss on the girl’s hair, wanting to stroke her back as she bent over the drawing and carefully added another line, but not wishing to distract her too much, leaning back into the sofa instead, watching as she worked.

“You’ll charm her just like you charmed me.”

“Hopefully not that much,” Olivia muttered, which made Roselyn chuckle.

“Ha, phhh relax, she’s happy with Dad… well, when they’re not experimenting.”

“Experimenting?”

“Don’t ask.”

“Ah.”

“But they’re all good.”

“Actually, about that….”

“You’re gonna ask me how I happened?”

“Well… yeah.”

She grinned.

“Well, she made my dad pregnant…”

“What?!”

“Just kidding.”

Olivia humphed, not smiling until Roselyn played with her hair and gave another kiss on her head.

“My… Other Mom left when I was small. Then my Mom met Jack when I was still young, and he raised me with her. He’s my step-Dad, I can’t wait for you to meet him, he’s super chill.”

“So if he’s the chill one, what’s your Mom?”

“…Uh… the not chill one.”

Olivia’s skin went so pale it was almost see-through.

“Right.”

“Hey look, she’s also the life of the party when she wants to be… you should see her salsa!”

“I hope I’m invited to the party.”

Roselyn rolled her eyes and fell onto the girl, who squealed and then laughed as Roselyn pried her legs open, trying to dry hump her through her dress.

“You’d better relax!”

“Or what?”

“Well….”

“Hey guys, I uh, I cleaned the bedroom…”

The entwined figures turned to look at Martin who had appeared from nowhere, and was now looking at them with hopeful eyes.

Roselyn smirked.

“Did you clean it properly? Did you iron the shirts after the laundry?”

He grimaced.

“Ah… no..”

“Then you’d better go do it. And don’t come back for…..”

She turned back to the girl between her legs.

“Fifteen minutes.”

Olivia peeked her head out from underneath Roselyn.

“Thirty.”

Martin nodded, red-faced, and shuffled away.

“This is us time,” whispered Roselyn, rubbing their noses together, and zipping down her jeans, pulling them from her ass, which took quite a lot of strength to do as they were moulded to her rear end.

Olivia helped her, and soon her bulge was straining through a pair of black boxers.

“God how can you make boxers look so hot?” she asked jealously.

“Well it helps when they give such nice definition…”

She rubbed the bruising tent, noticing a pair of eyes peer around the edge of the door.

A murmur of satisfaction escaped her lips.

Go on Martin, watch us little cuck, she thought triumphantly, whilst wrapping herself around his ex-girlfriend. It only made things hotter.

Her hands searched Olivia’s body for answers, finding them in her hardened nipples, tightened glutes and firm lips, the latter causing a full-on avalanche of Roselyn as Olivia whined into a heavy kiss, the weight of the girl on top pressing her into the sofa.

Olivia’s gentle fingers first pulled Roselyn’s head further in, then worked their way down to the thick hips that were prying between her legs, enjoying the juicy ass that seemed to scream sexy as she began to work the boxers down Roselyn’s hips.

A sigh escaped her as she watched the slab of meat bounce out and onto her belly, feeling that weight, that power so close to her womb.

Soon it would be under her skin, and she couldn’t wait.

Roselyn appeared to share the sentiment, and aimed herself in between Olivia’s legs at the vagina that was already wet from top to bottom, juices running down onto the cushions.

“Put it in me.”

Roselyn smiled and took a moment to take in the vision of the pale girl beneath her, legs spread, hands on her ass, desperately guiding her home.

Perfection.

She could wait no longer, and spread the pussy lips wide as her cock began to sink into her girlfriend.

“UHHhh…!”

“Hmm… thought it would be easy by now?” said Roselyn.

“K-kind of…” groaned Olivia, feeling the monstrous fleshy bulb begin its long journey to the deep insides of her body.

The world seemed to stand still as the two figures shivered, becoming one.

Martin couldn’t look away, watching Olivia stutter and moan as she was overcome by Roselyn’s cock. It still made him feel jealous how deep she was able to pleasure her, but now that jealousy warred with lust as his own cock hardened in his pants. It thrilled him to see Olivia claimed again by her lover.

Roselyn enjoyed the voyeur standing in the background, her attention briefly flickering to the doorway, locking eyes with him.

He flinched, Roselyn smiling as she pushed a little deeper into Olivia whilst staring into his soul, drawing a sopping wet moan from his ex-girlfriend’s lips.

Martin’s lips parted in shock, and lust, heart pounding.

She knew how much he was enjoying this.

‘Time to give him a show he’ll not forget anytime soon..’

Roselyn slid inside Olivia, accepting the heat and wetness of her vagina which clamped around her, moulding tight to the thick cock inside it.

“Ooooh,” she moaned, still needing a few seconds to make that adjustment to being completely full of dick, and Roselyn enjoyed the shallow breaths, the lip biting, the slight unfocusing of her eyes as her consciousness went inside to where she was being intimately touched by something large and pulsing.

After a few seconds she seemed to come back to herself, but Roselyn continued to tease, slipping a hand lightly across her breasts, getting close to the swollen nubs of her nipples but not actually touching them which infuriated the girl beneath her.

“S-stop teeeeaaasing..uhhnnn….”

She began to clutch Roselyn’s arms as her neck was nuzzled, the woman imposing herself with firmer grips of a buttock, a thigh, nails digging in as she bit deep enough to leave a hickey.

Olivia was so ready to be fucked that she put her arms round Roselyn and pulled her partner down onto her, Olivia gasping in delight as Roselyn sheathed the cock inside her, taking her breath away again.

“Uuhhgggg…”

“Ohh you want this don’t you….”

Olivia clamped a hand over Roselyn’s mouth, whose eyes widened in surprise.

The girl had a serious expression on her face, sweat already dappling her skin.

“Don’t talk… just fuck me…”

Roselyn grinned and sucked the fingers into her mouth, before starting a steady press into her woman.

“Uhhhnn…..”

The soft sigh was so pretty and innocent that it made her lover’s brow furrow, angling another thrust that brought another, slightly less innocent sound.

“UHHHnnnn.!”

They began a steady rhythm, Olivia’s ankles locked around her girlfriend’s back, her crotch completely defenceless to the steady pumping of dick deep into her abdomen. A wet *Fwap-fwap-fwap* of meaty slaps broadcast to everyone in the room that a hungry pussy was being sated, matched by the trembles in her voice whenever the deepest point was reached.

Martin watched in awe as Roselyn manfully bred his ex-girlfriend like he never could, making her tremble, moan and cling to her conqueror like she would not survive without her schlong plundering her insides.

*Fwap-fwap-fwap…. THWAP!*

“UHNNN-Ugh!”

Olivia jerked as Roselyn inserted herself at speed, looking up in surprise, and a little fear.

Roselyn grinned, a playful, naughty grin.

Olivia needed to be punished for her insolence.

The woman slammed herself down into the girl, full speed, and the girl’s pussy clenched tight to her cock as their hips slapped together.

“UGHH-!”

“No talking, huh?” Roselyn hissed into her ear, laying another brutal pounding thrust.

*THWAP*

“UGHHHNNN!”

“Why don’t you say something now, slut.”

The previously steady rhythm became a brutal pounding hammer, a road-drill breaking Olivia in two as the girl began to spasm like she was hit by a hundred bolts of lightning in one go, too much for her poor body to take.

“oOOOHH-OHH-UHHH!”

Her legs jerked, and then Olivia was riding the Roselyn rollercoaster towards a heaving orgasm, almost fearful of how quickly and powerfully she was about to climax.

“OohmmYYGGHOOODDD!!!”

*THWAP THWAP THWAP*

The girl’s toes curled in the air as she was undone, and a heavy sloshing wetness added to the pounding strokes, meaning Olivia had cum heavily all over the dick pounding into her.

*SHPLAP-PHLAP-PHLAP*

“HNnnn-I love you, you fucking slut.….!”

“OOO-ohhhh-OOHH!!!”

She fucked the girl beneath her like a ragdoll, legs spasming in the air as Roselyn took her soul.

Another huge squirt of liquid hit her belly as Olivia squealed, arms tightening in a desperate hug, but Roselyn didn’t heed it, simply bulling the girl with even greater passion as the smell of pussy-juice began to emanate from between them.

Martin’s nostrils quivered as he felt the tang of a woman’s sex in the air, and couldn’t help unzipping and reaching his hand into his pants, clutching the hardness hidden inside.

Sweat began to drip from Roselyn’s forehead down onto Olivia’s face, as she took her love to a place in heaven that few reached, firing unceasing hip slaps that sounded more like someone buffeting a wet punching bag than sex (barring the constant ecstasy-laden moaning emanating from Olivia’s throat).

*SHPLAP!-PLAP-THWAP!*

“OOOHUUuuhHH!!”

Olivia had lost all sense of humanity, drooling and gurgling as the beast on top fucked her into a dick-drunk coma.

Roselyn watched Olivia’s soul exiting her body and felt a similar sensation of pure bliss build in her body, until it was almost painful.

“UUGoNNA-“

Her shaft throbbed, and liquid exploded inside Olivia’s pussy.

“….CUUUMMMMMUHHH!!!”

Olivia squealed as she felt the entirety of Roselyn’s hot passion spewing against her insides, the pleasure of being filled by the one she loved and trusted so soul-sating that she came again, Roselyn’s cock and her insides glued together by a swampy mess of cum, sweat and juices.

Roselyn was moaning like a bear, shaking on top of her as the last vestiges of her gigantic load spurted out to join the lake sitting in Olivia’s belly.

Roselyn smiled down, and then glanced up.

“Mmm…..Martin.”

The figure hiding behind the doorway froze, an expression of fear on his face.

“… Come out here.”

He came out, red faced and bent over slightly, trying to do up his pants.

Clearly he’d been masturbating.

“Seeing as you’ve been a naughty boy, here’s your present,” she said, gesturing to Olivia’s creampied pussy like it was the main event at a funfair.

Olivia’s dazed expression looked up, and then managed a weak smile.

The humiliations that Roselyn put Martin through seemed to get even hotter with each passing day.

He didn’t even think twice, bounding to his knees and sticking out his tongue to begin lapping up Roselyn’s cum from his ex-girlfriend’s pussy.

Olivia groaned, a sigh of utter contentment as Martin licked at the folds, the softness of his tongue and the sheer submission to Roselyn’s will such a turn on that she began to take a hold of his hair and direct him more vigorously as he slaved away at her sex.

Cum began to pour out of her, to the point where Martin began to splutter as she fucked his face with her sex, and it was almost like she had her own sperm bank that was being unleashed all over him, moaning as he drank in the tangy mixture of ball-cream and pussy juice that was the most addictive cocktail in the world.

He swallowed and licked, coaxing extra juices from Olivia who had wrapped her thighs so tight to his head that he thought she might crush his skull, thighs taut as she leaked onto his forehead, and slid all the way down to his chin, basting him in her scent.

Eventually the flow ceased, and Martin raised his head, slick and barely recognisable as human, shivering as he licked his lips of ball cream and pussy juices.

“Enjoy your meal?” said Roselyn, grinning.

“Y… yeah….”

“Good…. Now clean me up.”

She gestured to her erection which was still slick with juices.

He nodded and dived onto it, lips latching on the tip and sliding down.

“… Feel free to really check the corners,” she muttered, smiling at Olivia who was finally coming to her senses.

“Naughty,” Olivia mouthed at her.

Roselyn responded by grinning and shoving her cock a little too hard down Martin’s throat, making him choke.

“GLHGH!”

“…. Woops.”

Olivia was glowing. Roselyn was the most powerful woman, or human being, she’d ever met. Seeing her there, kneeling on the sofa, sliding her cock into every crevasse of her ex-boyfriend’s face, was the biggest turn-on any woman could experience.

“I love you,” she mouthed to Roselyn, whose face softened.

She formed a heart with her fingers and mouthed it back whilst bulging Martin’s cheek with her cock-head.

“Love you too.”

***

It had taken a while to clean up, but luckily they managed to do so well in time for the arrival of Yolanda, Olivia unable to concentrate on any tasks as she awaited what she hoped would be her future Mother-in-Law.

“Relax.”

“You SAID relax the first twenty times, just accept that I’m not relaxed!”

“Okay, okay….”

*DING-DONG*

The bell echoed through the house and Martin, who had been carefully dusting, pulled his apron off and began to scurry towards the front door.

“I’ll get it!”

He hurried away, and it took a few seconds for Roselyn to realise that maybe she should be the one to let her mother in.

“No… wait!”

She sprang up and sprinted down the hall as the door opened, to be greeted to the sight of Martin staring up like a criminal in the beam of a helicopter floodlight, eyes watering beneath a bronzed temptress’s gaze.

Yolanda was dressed in a copper backless dress that seemed to melt into nothing in just the right places, exposing her breasts and hips, enough that anyone looking would be wondering how on earth it managed to cover her dignity whilst revealing a scandalous amount of skin, yet look classy enough to steal the show on a red carpet.

Martin was lost, struggling to tear his eyes away from each enticing curve that ran over her ass, breasts, and frizzy auburn hair.

“Oooohhhh… papiiii,” she gasped.

Her taloned nails curved under his chin.

“Oh you are sweeeet…. Yes, such a gorgeous boy for me, no?!”

Martin went scarlet, a nervous laugh escaping him as Yolanda stepped forward and thrust her arms around him, crushing him against her chest, a light lavender perfume invading his nostrils.

She hugged for almost half a minute, just breathing him in as the scents of her own sweet smell alongside citrusy perfume hit Martin somewhere deep in his monkey brain, and when they released he was almost high off the fumes.

“Uhhh…”

It took a while for her to tear her eyes from him, softening upon seeing her daughter.

“Oohhh mi muñequita..!!!!”

She gave Roselyn a warm hug.

”Mama!”

“This is the one you wanted me to see?”

“Oh uh no!….. Martin uh….”

“Oh, he is your lover?”

“Well kinda…. He also does the dishes and the laundry.”

Her Mother’s eyes became shrewd.

“Ah, my girl… Mi muñequita-….”

She babbled excited Spanish at her.

“What’s she saying,” muttered Martin.

“Uh, that I have good taste,” muttered Roselyn. “Ah mamá … where is Papa?”

She made a throwaway gesture.

“Ah, I leave him with my sister.”

Roselyn’s eyebrows rose.

“Oh… okay.”

Yolanda’s eyes never left Martin as they made their way into the living room, barely registering the girl standing by the bay windows.

“A nice place… and a nice boy,” she said, patting Martin’s bottom, which made him feel strangely warm looking at the open curves, as he remained awkwardly by the entrance.

“Madre, this is-“

“Come sit!” Yolanda cooed, ignoring the outstretched arm of Roselyn gesturing to Olivia, whose smile fell a notch as she watched Martin be beckoned to the sofa.

The boy didn’t know what to do, suddenly faced with a glowing woman ordering him to her side, a scowling Roselyn, and a devastated looking Olivia.

He gave in to the woman beckoning to the cushion, coming to sit down where she patted.

“Siii… you are a cutey aren’t you…”

“MAMA!” cut in Roselyn, pausing Yolanda as she was pinching the boy’s cheek, “this is Olivia.”

The girl stepped forward, hand shaking as she proffered it to the woman.

“Ah.”

Yolanda’s tone became noticeably colder, and she didn’t take the outstretched arm.

“You are the maid?”

“N…. no!…. I’m ah… Olivia.”

“Madre, this is my girlfriend, Olivia.”

She stared at Roselyn with no noticeable reaction.

“But Martin is your boyfriend no?”

“No. He’s… well sort of…. he’s more of a third party….”

“So why you need her?”

She gestured to Olivia like she was some sort of drooping plant that spoiled the aesthetics of the room, the girl wilting under her glare.

Roselyn’s face fell upon seeing the demeanour in her girlfriend becoming smaller, expression hiding behind the blanket of politeness.

“MADRE, I want you to get to know her, please!”

For a heart-rending second, it seemed like Yolanda was going to refuse, before she hitched a tight smile onto her face.

“I ah… apologise. A pleasure Miss Olivia.”

She strode up to Olivia and gave her the briefest of touches between both that barely qualified as a hug before moving to seat herself quite firmly next to Martin.

“So um… how was the flight?” asked Roselyn, going over to Olivia and giving the shellshocked girl a squeeze, pulling her down to the second sofa.

“Not so good… the food was…!”

She gave a disgusted face.

“Then you must be hungry?”

This seemed to sate her a little.

“Ah Si!.... What would you want to eat,” she asked, fawningly, to the boy next to her, stroking his leg.

Martin seemed like he didn’t know where to put any part of his body, settling for a polite cough.

“Ahm…. Well… I don’t mind… “

“Very well, we will eat Española tonight!”

***

Yolanda jabbered as they ate, Roselyn responding and trying to involve Olivia as best she could, but she hid behind her meekest form, and Yolanda did not encourage the girl to talk, on the contrary always asking after Martin who had busied himself with other tasks as they ate.

“When will he eat?”

“He wanted to do his tasks first.”

Yolanda snorted and peered at something on Olivia’s neck, and the girl blushed when she realised it was the hickey that Roselyn had left earlier.

“What is that?”

“Oh… that’s……. “

“Something from a boyfriend, no?”

She paused, mouth-half open.

“I… uh… I didn’t…”

“As I expect…. You girls are all the same…”

Roselyn cut in.

“MADRE, you are being rude!”

The fires of hell flashed for a moment before Yolanda breathed in some cool air.

“Hmm….. Then… I apologise. I will not ask questions.”

Roselyn’s nostrils flared, and for a moment it was clear to all present that they possessed the same fiery personalities, both women’s chins raised, unblinking. Olivia briefly thought about saying something, but shied away as Yolanda’s eyes flicked to hers, piercing them.

“Uh…. Does anyone need any laundry folded?”

Everyone turned to Martin who was standing in the doorway.

The atmosphere seemed to pop like a balloon.

“Oh yes!” cooed Yolanda, arms out as she headed straight for him, and Martin had two seconds of wide-eyed wonder as two magnificent breasts laser-guided their way right onto his face, before he was subsumed in a now floral-scented, sweaty crevassed hug.

Somehow she always smelt so fresh.

Roselyn looked on incredulously as her mother kissed the boy’s head, planting her lips on his hair, forehead and cheeks, keeping herself thrust firmly against him.

It was like a completely different woman.

“M….mmsYolammnnmm…”

The words came from a muffled place somewhere inside the universe of Yolanda’s cleavage.

She begrudgingly released him with a pissed-off expression.

“Yes Papi?”

Martin took a few seconds to heave oxygen back into his lungs.

“It’s…. just….. the laundry…..”

It wasn’t hard to work out that Martin was hard as a rock, not from any noticeable bulge, but purely through the scarlet cheeks, twitching fingers and turned instep.

“Si… Come, you show me…!”

With that she put her hand on his back and chaperoned him away, turning briefly back to Roselyn.

“I’m jealous,” she said, smiling coyly like the last few moments with Olivia had never happened, hand as low as it dared to go on Martin’s back without straying to his bubbly globes.

When they left, Olivia silently began to clear away the plates.

“Liv…”

“I’m fine.”

Roselyn sniffed, looking back at the empty doorway.

Her Mother was obsessed. Only Martin seemed to pique her interest.

Roselyn’s eyebrows rose.

‘Maybe that is just what we need.’

***

Roselyn looked at him pleadingly.

“Martin… I need you to get her to accept Olivia. She listens to you.”

“Huh, me?! But.. but she’s your mom… madre…”

“Yes, she is… but when she gets stubborn it’s impossible to change her mind…. But, well… She seems to have taken a shine to you.”

He pawed at his thighs.

“So, you want me to talk to her?”

Roselyn nodded.

“Yes… and maybe uh…. If she gets… excited..”

Martin’s mouth fell open.

“… You want me to fuck your mom!?”

She waved it away with a light chuckle.

“Oh come on silly, you wouldn’t be doing the fucking now would you? I mean look at her.”

He nodded, confused.

“But… I mean.. Doesn’t she have a husband…?”

Roselyn gave an apologetic shrug.

“Oh I know it’s weird but…. We’re quite open as a family. He won’t mind… I expect my Auntie will be keeping him busy.”

Martin’s expression became morose.

“But… what about… us?”

Roselyn’s heart squeezed as she saw the doleful look in his eyes, head bowed.

“Oh Martin…”

She reached forward and hugged him tight.

“You’re very important to us….. we do care about you….”

She released him, a little more hope in his gaze when she looked again.

“… But I think Mama could give you something more than we can…. Me and Olivia… I want to make things serious… and we can’t expect you to be our live-in bitch….”

His cheeks went red.

“… As much as it’s enjoyable for us…”

Her grin went sly, and she reached out and slid a hand between his legs, rubbing between his balls and his asshole.

“… Because at the end of the day…”

She squeezed a little firmly on his balls, making him moan.

“… You still need to grow… and…”

She released him, making him mewl.

“.. You’ve only just started.”

They both chuckled, him rubbing his head, looking down at her knees as his chest expanded and deflated rapidly.

“Yeah.. I guess…”

Seeing him in heat was super sexy, but Roselyn knew she shouldn’t go further. She needed him wound up like a coiled spring for her madre.

***

Yolanda’s talons raked through Martin’s hair as they watched the awful Spanish tv show on their screen.

Whilst Roselyn and Olivia had gone shopping she had insisted they remain at home to ‘get to know each other’.

Apparently telenovelas were… dramatic to say the least. Currently a large breasted women was crying over a wedding cake, which had been toppled by a man with an incredibly chiselled chin.

Martin had been forced to sit close up against Yolanda on the long couch, and so her huge leg was squeezed against his, making it seem childlike in comparison.

He licked his lips, not really focusing on the lady on screen with large breasts screaming at a chisel-chinned man who was pouting everywhere but the camera.

“H-hey… Yolanda…”

“Madre,” she said warningly.

“M-Madre…. You…. You remember Olivia?”

Her lip curled.

“Si.”

“Well… have you thought about uh… getting to know her? She’s lovely once you ah… get to know her….”

She reached down and ran a nail under his chin.

“You want me to fuck her little whore lips?”

“What?! N-no! No, nothing like that… No, just, talk to her , you know…”

Her look became shrewd.

“Roselyn spoke to you about the girl, yes?”

He tried to look composed, but couldn’t help a grimace.

“….. Yes.”

Her nostrils flared.

“Of course… well, we will see if that… girl… is fit for my daughter ….”

Martin gulped.

Then a thoughtful look crossed her face.

“But….. Maybe I could be… persuaded?”

She pressed her finger a little more firmly into his chin, thumb rubbing a sensitive spot on his neck.

“Maybe you convince… relax me, si?”

Her body was up against his, as her other hand snaked around to his shoulder, and now they were in a far more intimate position, her nose inching towards his, eyes bright.

Like a charmed snake his movements mirrored hers, chin up, lost in her ravenous expression.

Large red lips beckoned him home, and Yolanda wasted no time in pressing theirs together.

“Mmhhhh.”

She moaned deep and joyously into his mouth, and between sucking, tickling and exploring, Martin had the brief sensation of warmth and minty mouthwash, before it was overcome by a whirlwind of saliva as Yolanda pressed him back into the sofa.

“MMMHHHHH!!”

Her moan was so deep and loud that it almost made him feel like she was shouting into his mouth, scrabbling on top of him until he was lost in the animal passion of her huge frame, a lopsided straddle that looked like the parent had decided to sit on their child’s lap.

Her body felt so comfortable; so mature and squishy, and yet hard and firm in the right areas, her chest drawing him in, and as they kissed longer she only seemed to get madder, swirling left and right in his mouth, snorting like a bull, grunting as she allowed his hands to slide onto her breasts.

It was paradise.

Large hands grabbed him, and then he was being lifted, turning until he was placed in a straddle of her legs.

*SMACK*

She slapped his ass like it was her job, clapping the cheek so hard he whimpered at the ceiling.

“Aiiii!!!”

“Open.”

“Huh?”

She put her fingers on his jaw and tightened uncomfortably.

“Open!”

He opened his mouth and she spat in it.

He spluttered in surprise.

“SI, PUTA!”

She slapped his ass again, and he moaned as her finger and thumb dug into his jaw, keeping it open as she spat into his mouth again.

“Glphh-“

“You like, si……?”

Martin spluttered, face red, but his wet lips and subtle bulge betrayed his arousal.

She bucked her hips up, forcing him to ride her like a horse.

“Mh-mh-mh!…”

Martin moaned into the kiss, trembling as large hands climbed up his body, attacking things with precise, roving motions, trembling as they slid under his shirt and began to pull it up.

“MmphhY-ylll… Y-yolanda….”

The speed with which she grabbed his neck was frightening, breaking the kiss, slobbering like a wild dog.

“MADRES!!!!!” she roared.

“M-Madres, my Madres!” he whined as she squeezed, the instinct to scream quashed, although the urge to run still existed.

Yolanda seemed to think as much, and began to take deeper, more perverted measures with his body, licking up the side of his face, spreading saliva, fucking his mouth with her giant tongue, squeezing his butt-cheeks and slapping them like a naughty stripper.

“MPH-*THWAP*-UHNN…Oohh Madres-Madreeees!!!”

The young figure was consumed within her frame, pulled directly into her tits which were hot and heavy as his face descended into her, sweat joining the musk of the woman as he inhaled deeply, breathing in the testosterone of this monstrous woman.

It was incredible. Roselyn seemed almost gentle compared with her bull of a mother, who finally had her prey defenceless and alone.

The hands more forcefully pulled his shirt free, and he had the presence of mind not to interrupt her as she reached for his pants.

*ZZZZZT*

His zipper was quickly undone, and then she was helping him shift his pants down his knees, pushing him onto his back so she could tear them clear.

The telenovela chugged away in the background, a dramatic cry of shock issuing from the TV which did precisely nothing to dampen Yolanda’s hefty spirits. The drama seemed almost trifling next to her molten fury of passion.

The pants were whipped away, and then a soft mountain fell on him. He whimpered in excitement, but also fear, as Yolanda landed with three points of pressure; her breasts compressed his chest under the full force of her weight and eagerness, and primed against his belly was an iron bar, rubbing up and down, trying to press south across his own far less intimidating erection.

Martin wheezed, and would have been a lot more scared if Yolanda hadn’t been eye-to-eye with him, a saucy expression on her face.

She puckered those big lips in front of his face until all he could see was huge red bands.

He enclosed one in his own and sucked on the bottom, whimpering, the wetness spreading across his nose as she pushed it through her opening. Then he sucked on the top. The growl that came from Yolanda’s belly was so tigerish that for a moment he wondered if he was in trouble. It was so overpowering, so overbearing, that the instinct to submit, already potent in his head, overtook everything.

He let out a soft mewl of capitulation.

Yolanda’s tongue snaked from her mouth.

It was turning out to be her weapon of choice, and she began to taste every last morsel of Martin she could reach, licking up his face, down his chest, trying to cover his entire body in her saliva until he was wet and shining like a freshly-caught fish, kissing further to where his erection was happily poking up in a cute tent through his boxers.

“Ohhhhh Mi Papi!” She cooed, kissing it through the cotton.

“Mmmh… Yuh…”

The nails raked down his ass and thighs as she pulled the boxers agonisingly slowly, a shiver rippling up Yolanda’s body as she beheld the happy carrot bobbing in the air, a dot of pre-cum translucent on his slit.

“Sí, tan lindo…. ¿es esto para mí?”

He wondered, a little concerned, if she expected him to answer, but it turned out she was simply speaking to herself, as in one smooth motion she lifted his legs, dropped herself to her belly, and placed her lips tight to Martin’s puckered anus.

“HHHUUhhhHH!!!”

Martin’s mouth fell open as a greedy wet snake slithered around his rim, and Yolanda’s eyes closed, her forehead pressed up against his balls as she gave everything to stimulating his entrance.

It was more than working. It was paralysing him with vigorous, rough gratification.

Martin could feel sweat mixing with Yolanda’s spit which covered half his skin, pleasure winding its way around the edge of his ring, and when her mouth pushed further, trying to French kiss his asshole, Martin was forced into a ladylike moan which she savagely encouraged by a tongue pressing fully into him.

“UH-UHhhhhhaiiiiuhhhh…..!!”

The grunting, snuffling sounds that Yolanda made were decidedly un-feminine, lost in her own carnal designs as the ghost of a slutty smile crept onto Martin’s features.

Martin was already keeping his legs up in a ‘fuck me’ position, folded in half of his own volition.

Yolanda raised her eyebrows, mouth hanging open, gormless, as she raised back up, and drank in the show.

Martin heaved in deep breathes, wiggling his butt, a mini-twerk that brought moisture to her lips.

“Siiiii….” she breathed, chest heaving, the iron bar in her dress too painfully hard to be kept confined, and she slowly began to slip off her gown, pausing at the breasts, holding it, demure, teasing.

Martin bit his lip and nodded eagerly.

“Maybe I should not…” Yolanda said earnestly, gently sliding the dress back on.

“No!” moaned Martin, rising up onto his butt.

Immediately she was back on top of him, an eager fury in her expression.

“NO? You want to be my Papi AHH??”

The slap that rained down on his ass was like holy fire, so brutal that it echoed around the room, Martin screaming as she met soft flesh with a rifle-whip of the hand.

*SMACK!!!*

“UUHHHHNNN!!!”

She rubbed the raw flesh, Martin shivering as she followed it up with a nibble to the neck making him squirm.

“What you want me to do ah?” she teased, pushing her bulge against him again.

“I-I want you to do me…”

“Do what ah?”

Tears were coming to Martin’s face, overwhelmed by the force of the woman pinning him, bullying him.

“F-fuck mmmeeee,” he sobbed.

“Siiiii, BETTER boy….”

This time when she pulled back and removed her dress, she did it quickly, and the bulge hampered it on the way up until she tugged it hard enough that the pole in the way simply tore through the crotch of the dress.

Martin’s eyes widened as a cock the size of a salami was produced, unable to look away from the eleven inch horsecock throbbing nastily in between Yolanda’s legs, a thick glob of her pre-cum already drooling onto the couch like a hungry dog. Her radiant olive skin made it seem like it was cast in bronze, a statue for the ages.

“Oh-!”

Yolanda’s smile was haughty.

“Si… now I show you real dick, white boy.”

His heart pounded as she prepared to emasculate him, before pulling the dress up entirely, revealing two large, heavy-looking breasts, nipples standing straight like two delicious cherries, the ripe, juicy buds pointed straight at him

She crept on top of him, and the world narrowed down to the enticing display of masculine and feminine delights, which then pressed against him, the heat of her body higher than his, the thick hair falling in his face making him sputter.

“Ah sorry Papi,” she grinned, whilst keeping him off balance, clamping his legs wide and wedging herself unceremoniously in between them.

Then she spat in her palm, and a few flecks hit his face as she spat again, and then she was reaching down.

The sound of wetness below made him tremble.

He knew all too well what she was doing.

“M-Madre, slowly,” he whined.

She gripped his head harshly and hissed in his ear.

“We fuck hard.”

He whined, a genuine high note of fear.

“S-Sorry Madre, I love you Madre, please….!!”

“Ohhhh shhhhh-sh-sh-sh,” she grinned, delighting in the fear she was bringing up in the boy beneath her, kissing harsh and strong across his face, delighting in soothing his worries.

“We go slow for my Papi.”

The sounds of cars outside was so distant it felt like another world as Yolanda lined herself up.

“Ready mia Puta?”

His lip trembled.

“….Yes.”

The baseball-sized head began to press between his legs, and Martin bleated as he wondered how on earth it would fit as his anus cinched without him telling it to.

“Open.”

“Uh… just…”

Flaring nostrils and an increase in pressure made him bleat, and he quickly put his hands across her breasts, nudging her nipples with his thumbs, and this seemed to placate the beast on top of him somewhat, allowing him to kiss up her neck and enjoy the incredible body, her fats and muscles all combining into poetry made flesh.

His anus relaxed.

Yolanda was not one to wait on ceremony, applying pressure as soon as she felt him loosen a little, and Martin squealed as he felt her helmet pop under the hood of his anal rim, widened even further than it had been with Roselyn.

“HUHUHHHHH!!”

“Ohhh SIIII NIÑO, MIA PUTANA DELICIOSO….”

There was no going back now, and as it rested in the head of his ass, Martin was overcome for a moment, his eyes watering.

“GGLlluuhhh!…huuuuhhhh...”

Immediately, Yolanda was in mothering mode.

“Oohhhh Mia Nino! Si… you are so amaaaazing, My goodness so perrrrfect!!!...”

A million kisses came at him from all directions, and she purposely pushed her tits up so they came to assault against his face. Martin relaxed upon being met with the avalanche of her large, bronzed breasts, slight wrinkles at the bottom and stretch marks only making her feel more human, more woman than anything he had experienced before as they mashed against his face, the softness of her skin, the heat of her cleavage as his lips opened.

“Kiss them,” she whispered.

He obeyed, going up and down, from her sternum to between the crevasse of her tits, and then beginning to work closer to the nipples, feeling the melon-like weight of them between his fingers, his other hand snaking lower to take a squeeze of her ass.

“Oh! My Nino!”

She cooed, surprised at his boldness, her eagerness confirmed by a spot of heat spurting into his anus.

“MMhhhh…”

Expecting her to plunge deeper, he readied himself for the pain, but she didn’t, shifting back and forth on top of him for a moment, and all Martin could hear was her heavy breathing, feeling the wet slide of sweaty tits on his face as he added saliva to the mix, and then he was being motorboated by the incredible rack of Roselyn’s mother, a violent side-to-side that had his neck straining to keep him face up.

“Huhh…”

They were so big, and she was so powerful, that it was almost like being bullied, having to use his hands to keep the tits from wrenching his head sideways.

From the outside, he was barely visible under the avalanche of woman smothering and crushing him as best she could.

Eventually he caught a nipple in his mouth, and Yolanda let out a grunt.

“HUhh…! Si Puta…”

He sucked eagerly, and long, and Yolanda froze, caught in a bear trap of delightful boy-lips as they pursed and suckled on her sensitive nip.

When the lips pulled off them with a wet ‘pop’, Yolanda let out a girlish mewl.

“Oohhh!”

The action that followed was less sweet and innocent, grabbing the back of his neck and dropping her hardened other nipple hard onto his mouth.

“MHhhhhhh!”

Martin eagerly accepted it.

The nipple was so juicy and ripe, like the most perfect, succulent fruit imaginable, soft and hard at the same time.

Whilst he sucked, movement in his anal area made him freeze.

She was pushing again.

“Mmmmmm….!!”

He tried to give a cute wiggle and kiss of her nipple, but Yolanda’s expression had transfigured into one of pure molten lust, and this time he knew the game was up.

He was about to take Mama’s dick.

Her muscles turned taut under the fat, maniacal aggression lining her face as she began to press her hips towards his core, and Martin mewled as thick dick-meat began to bulldoze into his ass.

“HNNNNN!”

“You suck my tits if it helps,” she said, her mouth barely opening, whispering It half to herself as to him.

The boy shook, but no one was there to save him if he wanted to stop, and Yolanda was in no mood to do so regardless of how he felt about the affair.

Another six inches of horsecock slid deep into Martin’s body.

His mouth flapped open, then clamped shut. His core temperature heated by the burning pole in his abdomen, spreading fire through his anal walls, his fingers spasming of their own accord.

“UUUHNNNN!”

It felt like he was in the throes of an earthquake, caused by the crazed woman above him, the lines on her face now morphed into something laced with cruel triumph.

A tight whine escaped him.

She was so powerful, it felt like she was reshaping his entire existence as her cock throbbed within him.

“UHN!”

Yolanda brought her tits away from his face so she could enjoy the emotions flitting across his face.

“Ooohhhh….”

His eyes bulged as she clamped her forehead to his, grinning like a psychopath, and forced more in, and Martin rubbed up her sides with shaking hands, bleating as she drove so much cock into him that he felt like his brain might simply cave inwards.

With a sharp scream from Martin, Yolanda’s soft hips hit his pillowy ones. Eleven inches of cock were, somehow, buried inside his body.

“UUUYYYUUUHHHHH!!!!!”

He didn’t know how, but what he did know was the pain and pleasure were so eyewatering that he could barely see, non-sensical whimpers escaping him as he drooled from the left corner of his mouth, half-seeing Yolanda above him, in a feverish pitch of heat, another part of him experiencing it from outside his body, seeing in total clarity the cock wrapped tight by his anus, pulsing in time with her feverish heartbeat, spurting ooze into his core which seemed to imprint something on him which was intangible and yet extremely invasive, like she was touching something raw and dirtying it with her essence.

Long locks of hair hung between their faces as Yolanda shivered, bathing in his essences, his body gripping her cock like a vice.

“Aiii Papi…. So tight for Mama…..”

Martin tried to rub her tits, and it brought back some of the humanity in her.

“F-fuck me….” He whispered.

“OHhhh Siiiiiii.”

The affection came to the fore, pursing her lips into a duck-like pout and plopping thick, wet kisses which left more saliva on every part of his cheeks, almost pushing the drool onto his face as the tongue willingly snaked out and ran across the bridge of his nose.

It was so enjoyable he was almost able to relax.

Then she made a small movement, a butt of the hips so faint it might not have been real.

Martin’s entire body jerked like somebody had just switched on the electricity.

“WUHhhh…”

“Oh Mia Puta….”

She didn’t blink, staring down, eyeball-to-eyeball as eleven inches of prime cock meat pulled his insides in and out by a single inch.

It was enough for Martin to see stars.

“HHHHUHHHHhhh….UHHHH!…”

He didn’t know how he was going to survive this… Roselyn had left him broken and barely able to stand. What was her even more heavily endowed Mother going to do to him?

He found out when she began to butt her hips, harshly, two-to-three inches of steel-hard penis leaving his body before snapping back in, pulling a sharp “UGH!” from his throat.

*Schllup*

“UGH!”

*Schllup*

“UGHh!”

The cascade of pleasure and pain rifling up his spine was impossible to make sense of, and Martin’s head fell back on the bed as he moaned, trying to work through the sensations as Yolanda grunted, licking her lips as his ass hugged her cock tighter than anything she’d ever conceived of.

“Mmmmmmiiaaa…. Aaahhhhh……”

Martin watched the muscles in her face flicker, hands clawing his sides, his anus clutching so tight and spread so wide that he felt a growing sense of terror that she was going to fuck him to death.

*Schlllllup*

“UUUHmohhh….!”

It was like being fucked by a baseball bat’s bigger brother, every ridge and divot of her cock sliding across his insides, lighting him up from the inside like a Christmas tree.

The pain and pleasure was like nothing he had felt before, already absolutely certain he would not be able to walk if Yolanda went even a tiny bit faster than the slow-fuck that she was meting out.

And yet, the pace increased, the cock beginning to come further out, retracting half its length from his body before piledriving home with wet, filthy *SCHLLLIIIKS* that started to fill the room, the sounds of hard sex reverberating through Martin’s head and vibrating through the walls

Martin held back the screams as his insides were reworked, moulded around the obelisk slinging its way inside him, sweat dappling his brow. He had never feared, and yet desired, an object as much as Yolanda’s pink torpedo which jammed itself inside his ass to the hilt, making him swoon, toes curling.

The pleasure was beginning to vastly outweigh the pain.

Then, just as Martin was beginning to foolishly believe he could handle her, Yolanda opened up the throttle.

Suddenly he was being pounded, and Martin let out a barely coherent scream as she less found, more obliterated, his prostate and his entire body lit up, forcing so much energy into his system that it was overloading, hands clawing her back, heels wrapping around her waist and clamping in an X shape around her lower back to try and do something to control the pace.

*PHAM-“UHN!”-PHAM-“UH!”-PHAM-“YUHH!”-PHAM-PHAMPHAMPHAM-!*

“AIIIIIUUGHHHHHHH-“

She didn’t allow him to control anything, breaking the lock easily by raising her hips high and forcing him almost into an upside-down foetal position, holding him there…. Letting the fear seep into his unfocused gaze.

Now gravity was on her side.

“M…mmadrehhuh….!!!!!”

He looked up through lidded eyes at the slavering beast about to slay his ass.

“Mm-madrrreeeeh……!”

Yolanda cocked her head, watching the drool leaking from his mouth, his semi-lucid state merely preparation for the deep state of cock-drunkenness that he would soon reach.

A ripple of anticipation swept through her body.

Then she dropped.

*THWAP!*

“UUUUUHHHHHHuHHH!!”

The whore moan that she ripped from his body was so loud it was as if she’d found his third lung.

She rose up, salivating, and dropped.

*THWAP!*

“UUUGHHHHMMMADDrrrrreEEEHhhuhh…..!”

Martin was defenceless, his legs waving in the air listlessly as Yolanda settled her hands on the backs of his thighs, and pushed.

His feet were forced into a full fold, his asshole angled upwards, completely open for her to get some deeper penetration.

She grinned, enjoying the sensations of his anal rim squeezing constantly around the middle of her shaft. Even better around the base.

She dropped like a stone.

The slap of skin on skin was like a whip-snap.

*THWWWWAAP!*

“UGH-“

Then the pace increased again, like Yolanda had reloaded her machine gun as was now firing down heavy blows, huge glutes and thighs allowing her to savagely fill his rectum with her raging hardness.

*THWAP!THWAP!THWAP!THWAP!*

“UGHHHGHHHHHHHHH-OH-OH-OH-UHN-!”

Yolanda began to open up. Her helmet slammed his prostate as she pistoned almost her entire cock in and out of his body, dropping herself life she was trying to sumo-slam down into his core.

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP!*

Martin screamed to the rafters.

His voice became so high-pitched it sounded like a girl, and the couch began to squeal with him, springs punished under the sheer force of Yolanda’s body being thrown down on top of it, Martin getting utterly bulled by the force of nature on top of him.

He could only grip the couch and release sex-squeals into the air as she forced ecstasy into his body using every last inch of musculature she possessed.

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

His brain was melting, drool running down from the corners of his mouth as he was fucked into heaven like a ground-to-air missile, squealing as his brain releasing a flood of filthy hormones that broke all conceptions of what it meant to feel pleasure, reaching a high that no drug would ever reach, no touch could ever match, no love could ever placate.

The two rocked up and down like a filthy see-saw, a wild ride that saw sweat pouring from brows and trickling down backs as Yolanda slaved away at her beautiful fuck-toy.

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

“YUuhhhhH..!!”

Martin squealed again, but his voice was going hoarse from all the pleasured exclamations, a rasp entering the equation as his eyes snapped up to the top of his head, and a body-wide tremor, spasming like he’d been hit by his own private earthquake, signalled another of his anal orgasms.

Yolanda growled in delight as thin strips of muscle went rigid under her grasp, and the legs shaking beneath her were a perfect indicator of the boy having his soul stolen before her very eyes.

She drank it in, even slowing a little so that she could observe the boy’s nature being remade.

Pre-cum leaked from his todger down onto his own belly and face, but he didn’t notice, too busy focusing on the bruising log snapping into his abdomen. It pulled his anal rim outwards when it left, and then sucked it back in when she threw her hips at his butt-cheeks, which were becoming red-raw from all the pounding.

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-*

“HN-Hnn-HNNNN-HnNN-!”

The sounds he made were of someone broken, unable to reconcile who they were.

She had to feel pleased. Her cock was doing quite a number on him.

Through the orgasmic chemicals burning his synapses, Martin had never felt so FULL, like he’d been given all of his daily meals in one go, except it was being repeatedly inserted into his anus, and as she fucked from slightly different angles, he was receiving forced stimulation across even more places inside.

“UHHHN!”

Her cock jabbed a little to the side, lighting something else up that made his spine arch.

How was she still finding more of him to violate? Like a perverted archaeologist, she explored every last crack and crevasse he might hope to keep secret.

“UUHHHh-HHHUHh-H-“

Then she stepped around, feet planted in the couch as she rotated her cock inside him until her whole body was facing away, still crunched over him, Martin now staring up at her prodigious ass, two bronze globes which began to jiggle as she fucked downwards in more heavy motions.

Martin bleated.

The curvature of her cock meant that she was now hitting a different part again.

*PHWAP-PHWAP-PHWAP-*

“OHMMMUYYYHHHh….!!”

Martin’s brain switched off. Pleasure ripped through him, and a barely audible whine dribbled from his mouth as his cock launched a long strand of ecstasy right into his own face, choking as Yolanda didn’t let up, moaning into the air, using momentum to keep bouncing, pounding herself down into Martin’s broken, quivering asshole.

*PHWAP-PHWAP-PHWAP*

“SIIII PAPPIIIII….!”

*PHWAPPHWAPPHWAPPHWAPHWAP!!!!!*

The power was obscene, Yolanda’s barely noticeable smile betraying how thoroughly she was enjoying it as one of her eyes twitched, staring into space as she crushed the boy beneath her, currently shaped like a loose pretzel as his toes touched the couch either side of his head, his own cum firing into his mouth, his eyes, his hair.

She fucked him in this far less loving position for a few heady minutes, beads of sweat now running down both their brows as the humidity of the room became thick and soupy, the smell of sex, cum and sweat tangy invading their nostrils, seeping into the couch and the floor.

Yolanda in particular had such an earthy, musky smell that Martin almost wished they were back in missionary position so he could smell her, although he was racing towards another orgasm with such speed that nothing really mattered any more. As long as he kept receiving that deep dicking that he deserved.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-hu-uh!”

As if sensing his thoughts, she pulled her cock from him like she was removing King Arthur’s magic sword from the stone, a wet *Splugh* issuing as pre-cum bubbled up with it, icing his rim as that huge heat left his body for a moment.

“HUHhhh…”

It wasn’t removed for long as Yolanda turned with furious passion in her eyes, cock pulsing and throbbing in mid-air as she knelt down onto the figure who had been about to uncurl his legs.

“Ah-Ah….. We stay open for Madre….”

She slapped his bum with a gentle hand, which nonetheless made Martin grimace in anticipation of the further brutality to come.

Yolanda hadn’t even reached full capacity yet, but already she was nearly too much to handle.

Then she spat on his face.

The saliva stung, she’d thrown it with such venom, but when he saw the wide grin on her face something in him untightened, just a touch. He began to lick the spit on his face, trailing it into his mouth, getting all the flavours of her as he left wet trails around his lips and nose.

Of course, it wasn’t the most pressing issue as she lined herself up, missionary style, and slid back into Martin’s ass, but the fact it made Yolanda even more aroused was the best reward.

“Uuhhnn..”

He barely had time to readjust before the throttle opened up once more.

*PHWAPPHWAPPHWAPPHWAYP*

“UHHMMYYYUUHhhhh—Uhu-uh-uhh-u-UH-UHHU-U-UH-UH!”

Yolanda began to kill the boy beneath her with her dick again, her hips almost lifting off the bed like she was trying to bounce herself through the floor and into the apartment below.

As she obliterated him, she showered him with a stream of Spanish, spit flying from her lips as she drove herself into him with wild abandon.

“SI, MIA PUTA, TU PEQUEÑA PUTA SUCIA- “

She linked their hands together as she was fucking him, driving the backs of his hands into the sofa.

It was like the most violent lovemaking in the world, Yolanda’s crazed, bloodshot eyeballs an inch from his as she drove her humungous cock deep in his body, jabbering away, almost caught between laughing and roaring, a zealousness so strong it was almost feral.

*PHWAP-PHWAP-PHWAP-PHWAP-PHWAPPHWAPPHWAP!*

“UUGHGHH….UuuuuuUUUUUGH!!”

She seemed to rev up like a supercar, finding even more gears that others couldn’t reached.

When he began to judder and his head rolled back, she clamped in her arms, eyes blazing as she set his gaze back on her.

“YOU LOOK AT ME WHEN I FUCK YOU MIA PUTA!!!, WHEN I FUCK YOU, YOU LOOK AT YOUR MAMA!”

His eyes bulged open as he screamed, unable to do more than scream gibberish as the bliss was burned into his very soul.

“FUCKMAMAAAAUUU-UGH-UGH-UGHHHHHHUUHHHH!!”

His little erection, which continued happily bouncing against his belly, forgotten and unneeded by Yolanda, simply could not contain its pathetic joy. The smallest set of balls in the room constricted once more, letting fly with a rocket of jizz which raced up his shaft and fired through the air.

The cum lines hit them both square in the chin, and Yolanda moaned as his love found her, the heat of his balls on her face as she angled it so that it could line her eyes and nose, strings of his sperm pattering across her face and landing in her hair as she lapped at it.

“Si… look at Mama, si,” she urged, sniffing his swamp-like face whilst pressing hers haphazardly against his, tongue out, resting on his face as she grunted.

The sound of the front door opening was not noticed by either participant.

Martin felt her cock flex and whimpered.

“Uhhhh-!”

Yolanda bared her teeth.

“OHHHHHHHH!”

She roared as she came in him, plunging her shaft to the hilt in his poor, broken asshole, legs shaking wildly in the air as he was inseminated with a broiling stew of hot sperm and ball-cream.

“Oh!”

Olivia dropped the bag she had been holding, nose scrunched as heavy scents invaded her nostrils, eyes widening as she locked eyes with Yolanda, watching the woman’s cum-spattered face, drool running from a crazed smile as she held onto the ankles of what must have been Martin, his toes flexing as far as they would go, a high-pitched squeal coming up from the sofa confirming a truly violent orgasm.

“HnnnuhuuhhhHHHHHH!!”

Yolanda’s eyes seemed to bulge in her face, until the shaking ankles died down, and a wet moan of defeat came up from the cushions.

“UUhhnnnnn… h-how was shopping…” Yolanda heaved, sweat, cum and saliva rolling down her face and onto her breasts which were now shining with various bodily fluids, two bronzed orbs with hard, wet nipples pointing at them.

“….Good,” Olivia murmured, shocked at the scene she was witnessing, joined by Roselyn whose eyebrows shot up at the scene in front of her.

“Ah!… Madres… we’ll…. leave you for a bit….”

Yolanda waved her head, as if coming back to her senses somewhat.

“It is…. fine! I apologise… for being so bad in your house,” she exclaimed, covering up her breasts as the girls walked off. “I was just…. Checking your servant… you sure he is not yours si?!”

Roselyn rolled her eyes and began leading Olivia away.

“We’ll talk later… After you take Martin to cool off in your bedroom.”

As Olivia and Roselyn left, they overheard something that sounded like a plunger from a toilet, and a long, sopping wet moan that meant Martin had probably just had his anus evacuated.

“Uuuhhnnn-!”

“Really?” whispered Olivia, shaken.

Roselyn let out a subtle smile.

“Don’t worry… I think things will be a little more favourable from now on…”

Olivia grimaced as the sounds of Martin whining as Yolanda fiddled with something intimate and sensitive echoed down the hall.

“Is it okay if I say that I’m not too keen on your Madre?”

Roselyn smirked.

“I’d say you’re well within your rights, yes.”

***

Yolanda stroked Martin’s hair as he dribbled quietly onto her shoulder.

Perfection.

She gazed up at the ceiling with a lazy grin, him clamped to her like a limpet, enjoying every soft whimper that she could tease from his lips as her left hand fiddled with his distended, leaking anus.

They had sat like that for fifteen minutes, but Yolanda didn’t tire of it. There were so many textures to his hair… the tufts at the front, the thin strands that fell to the sides, the thick, glorious clump in the centre.

“M… Madre?”

His voice came out croaked, and Yolanda let out a smile.

“Si?”

“W…. why don’t you like Olivia?”

Her tone noticeably sharpened.

“Ah….. The girl?”

Martin tried to prop himself up on weak, trembling arms, and barely managed to do so, still shaking.

“..Yes.”

Her demeanour suggested he had brought up something irritating.

“Why you stick up for her? She left you for my daughter, no?”

Something in his stomach tightened, and he sighed.

“Because…. I…. I was a bad boyfriend…”

Her eyebrows crept upwards a touch as Martin’s voice wavered.

“…and Roselyn actually treated her how she deserves to be treated.”

Yolanda turned her head into his, and connected their stares.

The look on her face was usually inscrutable, but here he could see a certain trace of hurt in it.

“My niño really is a man…”

“Well… when I’m not riding dick,” he responded in a tiny voice.

She wrapped him up.

“OHHH No…. you are most man because you pleasure a woman on the outside… AND the inside…. Papi.”

A few kisses and wet licks of his face later, Yolanda spoke, but in a much softer voice.

“… My first wife…. Roselyn’s Madre.. her… real Madre.. She have Roselyn… I love her so much…. And then, she left.”

Martin watched her face as she stared into nothing. It seemed like she was trying to hold in something that still hurt deeply.

“..And I don’t know why… we have…. amazing relationship… we love each other.. work for each other… and then, she just go… for nothing. Leave me, and Roselyn. No explanation.”

Martin wanted to ask why, but it seemed as if she herself didn’t have a concrete answer, staring wistfully at the Telenovela which was now showing a whole new show, with another woman with large cleavage crying over the open funeral casket of another sharp-chinned man.

“… Then I meet Jackie, my husband… and he become the perfect father… amazing lover….”

She turned to him, blinking back any potential tears.

“You are like him.”

Yolanda sniffed.

“And from that…. I think… Women no be trusted… they break your heart….”

Martin stroked her face, and gave a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Olivia won’t do that to Roselyn,” he whispered, “she stayed with me far longer than she should have..”

His voice wavered a note.

“The way Roselyn treats her? They’ll…. be together forever… I guess.”

Yolanda nodded, eyebrows creased as she saw the fragility of Martin, his fingers squeezing her a little more.

“… Really.. is dificil… difficult, si?”

He nodded.

She sighed, stroking his hair.

“Alright Papi. For you, and for my daughter… I will talk to Olivia….”

She wrapped him up tight, and it felt like she was using him to glean as much comfort as she could. He responded by nuzzling into her breasts, and she clamped him tight enough to fuse them into one ball of sweat, unshed tears, and body heat.

“Thank you Madre.”

***

“I really think we should leave it…”

“No, just trust me… I think you’ll find her different today!”

Olivia’s voice was smaller than it had ever been with Roselyn.

“… I can’t…”

Roselyn dropped the ladle she had been holding and grabbed her, apron crunching as she enveloped her in a warm hug.

“I promise you… it will be different this time.”

Olivia placed her head a little into Roselyn’s neck.

“….. It won’t… but… okay…”

They held each other for a moment.

“… I would hug you forever honey, but I think this soup has cooked long enough, and I’m gonna have to eat you if we don’t start soon.”

Olivia let out a giggle.

“Ooh… promises?”

“There’s my girl,” Roselyn grinned, rubbing her lips and grabbing two bowls, ladling out two portions and placing them down to eat.

Just as they were about to tuck in, Yolanda and Martin padded into the kitchen, the latter limping quite obviously, despite trying to hide it with tiny steps. They seemed to have showered and seemed, if not fresh, at least like they had not been covered head to toe in each other’s bodily fluids an hour ago.

“Hola….. may we eat?”

Roselyn said nothing, but ladled out soup into two more bowls and handed them to the duo.

“Gracias,” said Yolanda.

Her daughter nodded, and sat back down to begin eating.

Slurping and breathing became loud in everyone’s ears over the silence.

Eventually Yolanda spoke. The words came out stilted.

“I am…. Glad… that you are making my Roselyn happy.”

It took a few moments for Olivia to realise she was being spoken to, and her eyebrows rose.

“OH…Thanks….”

Yolanda let out a long slow exhale.

“…. Very well… Olivia.”

She held out her hand, and when they shook, her grip was like iron. Then Olivia was being pulled closer.

“But… if you hurt my daughter…..”

“Aye Madre, that’s enough I think…!” Roselyn interjected, breaking the handshake which left Olivia a little wide-eyed.

Yolanda snorted, and then seemed to come to her senses.

“I apologise… it is…. if my daughter is happy, then I am happy.”

Olivia let out a small nod. It was far more than she had hoped for.

“THIS one though…”

She turned to Martin who was sat nearby, quietly sipping his soup whilst watching events unfold.

“I am going to miss this one…. A smart boy.“

Martin blushed, adjusting himself in his chair and wincing as his sensitive asshole touched something new.

Roselyn crooked an eyebrow.

“Madres… You know that Martin is actually looking for a place to stay now?”

Martin’s eyes widened.

“Huh?”

Yolanda’s stare was piercing.

“Oh… si?”

“Si…. Maybe you should help him.”

Yolanda heaved in a cold breath through her nostrils, chest expanding like a peacocks, her mind racing, headlights settling on Martin once more, who was trembling, both with fear and anticipation.

The lips which had latched onto his face earlier twisted into a thoughtful smile.

“….. I phone my sister first.”

***

The phone vibrated on the table, at first ignored as Esmerelda gurned, head lolling back on the couch and staring at the ceiling as she raped Jackie’s face.

“Glhgh.”

“Siiiiiii,” she moaned, balls smacking his chin as she bounced her hips off the sofa, grinding his face like a stripper pole as he choked on her big stick.

“GHLLHG!”

“SIIIII!”

*DINGDINGDINGDING*

Her teeth bared, and for a moment she was the spitting image of her sister as her claws sank into Jack’s scalp, and he whimpered, tears drawn from his face as he was roughly thrust off of her dick.

Esmeralda grabbed the phone like she was trying to wring its neck as Jack spluttered on the floor, somewhat thankful to be able to regain his breath.

“SI?! COMO ESTAS?!?!”

*bzzzz-zzzzzz…..bzzz-zz*

“Ah…. Si?…..”

Jackie rubbed his throat as Esmeralda nodded, a smile creeping back onto her face.

*bbzzzzz bzz bzzzzz bzzzzzzzzt*

“Si… si!!”

She put the phone down, quite sated.

“E… Esme?”

Her slick grin was now showing her fangs.

“You pack..”

“Um… sorry… pack?”

“Si. We go.”

“W-with you?”

“Home.”

“B-but I am home…” he stammered.

Her eyes grew cold.

“Your home with me, in España now. Vamos.”

“B-but no vamos.. Wait you mean we’re going to Spain?!? I can’t go to Spain!”

“Vamos!” she snarled, standing up and grabbing his hair. “Mi Hermana call….  you MINE now!”

“Wait, I’m sorry, okay, okay v-vamos!” he pleaded, as she began to royally t-bag him. He doubted she knew the word in English, but the way she crouched over him, slapping her balls against his face was utterly undignifying as he felt her testicles bounce on his forehead, then his nose and mouth, producing loud smacking sounds that seemed similar to a slow, sarcastic applause as he smelt her crotch whiff in his nostrils.

She rubbed her groin all over him, and then stared down, looming over him like a demonic God, her cock at his lips.

“Vamos,” she repeated.

“Vamossghllgh,” he whined, as she made sure with a slap of her cock against his forehead, before sliding into his mouth.