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Natasha stands by the couch, her gaze scanning Anna's bare bottom, still trembling from the recent orgasm.
I raise my hand over my shoulder, just above the level of my head. ( my right hand, to be exact.) and let it fall limply onto my cousin Anna's spongy, creamy buttocks.
"Slaph"
A slap that not only awakens and shakes Anna's body with a brief murmur, but also Natasha's. She tries to cover her mouth with her hands, stifling her cry of surprise.
For my part, I raise my hand again.
"Slaph"
"Slaph"
Before the third slap, Anna seems to regain consciousness and pushes her bottom against my thighs, seeking to insert my shaft back into her honey pot.
Natasha realized her daughter Anna's intentions and, to her astonishment, took a step back without removing her hands from her mouth.
Before Aunt Natasha could move any further from the couch, I signaled for her to come closer with the same hand that had just seconds earlier spanked her daughter's bottom.
Natasha's head immediately shook, and instead, she took another step back, threatening to flee at any moment.
Not wanting to press the issue further, I shrugged before watching that spongy, creamy bottom again push against my thighs, while Anna's hand searched, found, held, and guided my shaft toward the entrance of her honey pot once again.
All this while the girl kept her bottom raised and her face on one of the cushions. Seconds later, Anna turned her face to the side, looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and smiled, without taking her head off the cushion.
Anna wets her lips and frowns. This lasts for several seconds until my shaft touches the entrance of her cavern and then slides back into her bowels.
When the shaft touches the depths of her being, Anna mouths a phrase with her open lips before wiggling her spongy bottom, because this time it was Anna who took the initiative, under the watchful eye of her mother.
Her moans are constant, as is the movement of her bottom, but this time in circular motions on my shaft. —"Oh my God!!!"— I cry out loud as I feel the suction of her honey pot around my entire shaft.
Remembering we're not alone, I go back to look for my aunt, but she's no longer there. When I search, I see her body running toward the kitchen before I lose sight of her.
Without my aunt watching, I pat Anna's back and ask with a few gestures for her to give me both hands. She and I grab each other's forearms, linking our hands, and I pull tightly.
This action causes Anna's face and chest to lift, and her body to arch backward. With this done, I continue to pull on her arms while I begin a round of intense, insane thrusts, drilling my shaft into her honey pot over and over again.
A couple of minutes later, the girl's face is staring at the ceiling, her eyes blank, and her body seems inert, without a single shred of life in her being.
After noticing her unconscious state, I never stop my hammering, pounding again and again, making the skin of her ass resonate throughout the living room.
It wasn't until my seed flooded her insides that I decided to let go of her hands, and her body immediately fell onto the couch.
—"Oh, good heavens."— Natasha comments with concern as she sees her daughter's body fall face down onto the couch, one hand on the outside of touching the floor.
I still hadn't considered our sex session over, so I immediately stood up, slid down, and positioned myself behind her. With my knees, I spread the girl's thighs until I got a good angle before bending down and pushing my hips forward, once again inserting my shaft into her honey pot.
Under her mother's watchful eye.
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It's after 12 a.m. When Max finished the sex-sweat-and-cinema section, Anna's body is brimming with thick fluids. While the girl drenched in sweat, her chest heaving rapidly, she gasps for air with her forearm over her face trying to cover her eyes, her head spinning, and her ears ringing.
The boy climbs the steps one by one to the second floor and as he enters the hallway, Max stops, turns and heads to the bathroom, taking his time for a long, comforting shower.
After finishing his shower and leaving the bathroom, Max entered his aunt's bedroom, his hair and body still wet, naked, with drops of water falling from his hair and running down his chest.
Natasha was awake in the middle of the bed, half of her body covered by a sheet that reached up and covered her chest.
Seeing Max enter the bedroom, Natasha clutched the sheet tightly, frightened, asking, —"What are you doing here.?"— Instead of answering his aunt's question, Max smiled, then began running her fingers over it, stroking his shaft.
These actions didn't go unnoticed by his aunt, who swallowed and tried to hide every sliver of skin under the sheet. —"No, I don't know what you want."— The woman commented, her voice cracking.
Max ignores the woman's comment and, taking slow steps, approaches the edge of the bed. He raises one of his knees to the mattress, threatening to climb up at any moment.
—"Wait, wait, no, don't get on the bed, no, don't get on the bed."— Natasha says, wanting to stop the boy from advancing. In the process, she leans forward, revealing a portion of the woman's sexy lingerie.
Max immediately fixes his gaze on that cleavage adorned with a sheer red robe. Underneath the robe is a creamy, full, embroidered black bra.
It only takes a few seconds for excitement to fill the boy's mind, and a peachy scent completely saturates the bedroom.
After a few breaths, Natasha's face relaxes, and she forcefully pushes the sheet aside. She then seductively crawls toward Max. Before she can reach him, the woman leans her face until her lips touch, lick, and suck the boy's genitals with an almost desperate excitement, while her gaze searches Max's face.
—"Mnn."— Natasha moans, her mouth still full. —"Let it go."— Midway through her sentence, she sucks his balls a couple more times.
—"Mnn, Mnn, God, I think I'm addicted to your taste."— After finishing speaking, without putting her hands in, Natasha searches for the head of the shaft with her mouth only.
Max leans down and pulls the negligee down with both hands, uncovering her aunt's spongy ass. —"Come on, babe, it's time to lie on your back."— Even with half the shaft in her mouth, Natasha nods at the boy's command.
The woman takes her time turning and lying on her back with her legs in an "M" shape facing the boy.
Max takes and holds both legs below the ankles and opens them in a "V" as he lets his shaft rest just above the honey pot, still covered by a micro-panty. The fabric barely covers the cave entrance , leaving a tender, pink skin with a scant amount of pubic hair above the fabric.
Max lets go of one of her legs and, with his now free hand, holds, grips, and lets his shaft fall onto the micro-panty fabric, just above the cave entrance.
The boy rocks his hips back and forth, sliding the hard shaft over the fabric. With just a few movements of his shaft, the fabric has completely moved away from the cave entrance.
It didn't take Max long to lubricate the shaft from the base to the tip, and without further ado, the boy pushed his shaft into the honey pot.
Natasha's response was immediate as she felt her insides slowly being filled with a hard rod.
This made the woman moan through her teeth and scrunch her face until it was almost completely deformed, while the woman threw her head back, letting out a deep, loud snort.
—"Wait, wait."— Natasha said through her teeth, trying to buy some time for the boy to stop taking the hard shaft deep into her bowels, literally touching the entrance to her uterus with a single hip thrust.
And since Max never stopped his hips, the woman cursed between screams and moans, while the boy held both legs and seemed to have a drill bit like a shaft, with strong, fast, but above all constant thrusts, hitting again and again.
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Natasha's constant screams and moans can be heard even outside the bedroom across the hall, causing Grandma Olga to get up and go out to look. But upon learning what was really happening to her daughter, the grandmother went back to sleep once more.
It was after 2 a.m. when Anna finally regained consciousness and got up from the couch, still a little dazed. The girl dragged her feet and took her time walking toward the stairs, her still-sore bottom making every step very difficult.
Leaning on the handrail, Anna climbs each step one by one and when she reaches the hallway, she clearly hears her mother's moans coming out of the bedroom, but the pain in her backside is much stronger than her curiosity, so the girl just wrinkles her face and continues on her way to her own bedroom.
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I woke up an hour and a half later, as fresh as a cucumber. It was 5:15 a.m. to be exact. I took my time getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.
My Aunt Natasha was behind me, still sleeping.
After going to the bathroom, urinating, and putting on clean clothes, I couldn't find anyone when I went down to the kitchen. This meant Grandma Olga was still in sleep, much less my cousin Anna, who was obviously asleep too.
At this point, I knew this was a big problem. I didn't know any neighbors, friends, or acquaintances near my house, so I had no way of knowing where I should go to plow the land.
I left the house still lamenting. My current plan was to plow 70 to 80 hectares, but this would completely delay all my plans.
"Beep, beep."
The sudden sound of the horn takes me by surprise. When I look up, a gray Ford 150 pickup truck flashes its lights in front of the house.
I approach relatively calmly, and a 65-year-old man with white hair, a plaid shirt, jeans, and boots gets out of the driver's seat.
As he gets out, the old man waves. —"Good morning."—
—"Good morning."— I reply, as I approach with some caution.
—"I'm Collins, Philip Collins. I live about four farms down the road, your grandmother."— comments old Philip, but suddenly pauses and adds. —"Olga is your grandmother, right.?"—
I nod a couple of times.
The old man lets out a sigh and continues. —"She asked me to come pick you up and take you to each of the nearby farms to plow their fields."— With that, the old man nods, satisfied with her explanation.
—"Okay, we can leave whenever you want."— I reply, ready to go.
The old man looks me up and down and frowns. Before asking, he closes his mouth and points toward his truck. —"Let's go."— He concludes.
After getting in, the old man immediately started the truck.
Then about 15 minutes of absolute silence, old Philip suddenly told me: —"Two of my sons bet me $100 that you wouldn't be able to finish plowing a single hectare, so I ended up accepting. They'll give me an additional $10 for each extra hectare plowed. To avoid any kind of cheating, you'll start on my land. I hope this doesn't bother you."—
I simply shook my head a couple of times: —"Come on, it helps not to waste time looking for the necessary tools."—
Upon hearing my comment, old Philip finally nodded: —"Okay."—
10 minutes later, we arrived at his property, and a couple of men were already waiting for us, along with an elderly woman, another middle-aged woman, and a girl about 22 or 23 years old.
Old Philip pointed at them: —"From left to right, this is my wife Lucrecia, Job and Hector, two of my five children, my daughter-in-law Matilde, and Carla, my granddaughter."— I greet each of them.
—"Breakfast is ready."— Lucrecia comments, pointing to her house.
—"Oh, I'll get some work done first. I hope this doesn't bother you."— Max comments, leaving all the women with their mouths open, while the Old Man and his two sons nod with satisfaction.
—"Good, then let's go to where the tools are."— Job points toward one of the side paths, while both women and the girl comment in low voices about Max's attitude.
Elder Philip comments aloud to his son Hector, but looks closely at his granddaughter. —"He's young and hardworking."— The girl remains thoughtful and looks back toward the path where the boy and his uncle had left.
Arriving in front of the barn, Job pointed to the tools: —"All yours, boy."— To which Max nods, while Job adds: —"The fields for plowing are up ahead. Are you sure you won't need the animals for..."— Max immediately strapped the plow to his back, leaving Job speechless.
Max heads toward the fields, pulling the plow much more easily than the oxen. After entering the field, the boy begins to run, plowing everything in his path.
This makes Job swallow a large mouthful. After running across the field, in just 10 minutes the field is completely plowed before moving on to the next one.
Then to the next one.
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Olga woke up at 7:30 am like every day. She begins her chores in the kitchen and when she finishes, she continues preparing breakfast.
It was 9:30 when Anna finally went downstairs, she cleaned up her mess in the living room, she picked up both her clothes and Max's.
When everything is clean in the living room, the girl heads to the kitchen and, after sitting at the table, her grandmother says. —"Call your mother, we need to talk."— Anna nods, gets up, and immediately goes to look for her mother.
Upon opening the door and entering her parents' bedroom, Anna is greeted by the intense smell of sex that spreads throughout the room. Further ahead, right above the bed, is her mother, still sleeping.
Natasha is face down, completely naked. The sheet barely covers her feet. On her butt and part of her back there are various red marks, some made by hands, others by bites. Between her thighs there are stains of different types of fluids, but all are already dry and scabbed over.
—"Mom, Mom, come on, Mom, it's time to get up."— Anna says, as she climbs onto the bed and insistently moves her mother's body. —"Grandma wants to talk to both of you, and it seems like a serious matter."— At the end of the sentence, Natasha finally shows signs of waking up. She stirs a little and asks in a sleepy voice. —"Didn't she tell you what it's about.?"—
Anna shakes her head several times at her mother's question, but the girl's eyes are drawn to the woman's terrible appearance. —"Mom, you should go take a shower first, you stink."— The girl comments, while holding her nose and trying to keep the air out with her other hand.
Natasha gets out of bed, still muttering in annoyance. —"Fine, fine, you win, spoiled brat. I'll take the shower, but when this happens to you, I'll be the first to shout."— With that, Natasha finally gets up and walks toward the door.
Anna accompanies her mother to the hallway. —"Okay, I'll be waiting for you with Grandma in the kitchen. Don't take too long."— With that, Natasha, still naked, heads toward the bathroom, her butt shaking with every step. As Anna walks towards the stairs as if what happened between her cousin Max and her mother hours ago had nothing to do with her.
Natasha comes downstairs 20 minutes later, still wrapped in a towel and with another towel on her head, to dry her hair. She enters the kitchen with a big smile on her lips.
Olga and Anna are sitting at the table waiting for Natasha, but seeing her attitude, they both scrunch their faces in annoyance.
Before Natasha sits down, Olga comments. —"Alondra is arriving this afternoon and will be using the guest room next."— This causes both Anna and Natasha to frown, and Grandma continues. —"Tomorrow we'll leave together, and I'll spend a few weeks, maybe even a few months, at her house."— This comment causes both Anna and Natasha to panic, and they immediately ask. —"What will happen to us?"—
Olga gets up from the table a little nervously: —"I have no idea. You're both adults and can make your own decisions."— With that, Grandma leaves the table and heads to one of the drawers in the cupboard.
—"Anna, you can go study in the city. Your cousin said he'll take care of your tuition."— After hearing this, Anna immediately agrees and forgets about her mother.
Natasha must make a decision: stay on the farm and wait for her husband and children to arrive or go to the city to look for work.
Although her decision wasn't difficult, the real question is where or with whom she would stay in the city.
Upon learning the answer, a big smile spreads across her face. —"Good, good. And when will we leave.?"— Natasha asked her mother.
Upon learning the decision her daughter Natasha had made, the old woman looks at her granddaughter Anna and warns: —"You must dedicate yourself to your studies, or we will definitely send you back to take care of the farm with your father and brothers."— Anna immediately nods at her grandmother's words, although in her mind the girl already has a better idea of what she can do if she fails in school, and a big smile spreads across her face.
Natasha sees Anna's face and immediately comments. —"No. No and no, you better stop dreaming, naive girl. There are hundreds of girls with those same thoughts, but more beautiful and less stupid than you."— This comment wipes the smile off Anna's face, and Natasha, still not satisfied with this, finally adds. —"Also, how can you ensure that she chooses you.? And if she does, how do you ensure that you're relevant.?"— After these questions, Natasha stood up from the table, while Olga and Anna looked into each other's eyes.
Anna knew her mother was right, so the girl looked at her grandmother and asked, somewhat uneasily. —"Grandma, do you have a plan.?"—
—"Obviously, I have a plan."— Olga replied, very sure of what she was talking about, and added. —"Always remain current."—
—"How is that.?"— After the question, Anna remained attentive, waiting for her grandmother's answer.
With a big smile on her face, Olga stood up from the table. She immediately turned around and smacked her butt hard, while looking down on her granddaughter.
This action made Anna roll her eyes and start thinking about other alternatives, because she knows they're both screwed.
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After confirming that the percentage continues to rise, Max continues plowing the next few hectares one by one, neglecting both his breakfast and lunch, amidst the looks of complete disgust from old Philip's two sons.
—"I think it wouldn't be bad to have such a hard-working person in the family."— Old Philip commented loudly, ensuring that both his daughter-in-law and granddaughter heard his words.
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