Penulis
Antonio the Truck Driver and his Mother-in-Law, on the Road [2]
In the previous chapter:
"She agreed because she was still feeling the after-effects of the three men who fucked her at the co-op. When we left, she grabbed my arm like I was her boyfriend. I let her do it because I was even shy about bragging about her. Honestly, the bitch was fucking awesome."
Antonio the Truck Driver and his Mother-in-Law, on Route 2
We headed toward Valencia, where I had to leave the refrigerated truck to be loaded overnight before leaving in the morning. Since it was still daylight and early, we headed into the capital for a stroll. The cooperative lent me a company van so I could get around the city.
We looked like a couple strolling through downtown Valencia. We walked through the downtown shopping district, her arm in arm, and she was the center of attention wherever we went. She convinced me to go into a mall to buy some clothes, she said. I told her I'd wait for her at the bar, but she insisted and convinced me to accompany her.
She looked around in several stores, and finally decided to try on "some clothes" in one of the boutiques. I don't understand clothing prices, but that one wasn't exactly cheap. She called me from the fitting room. When I saw her, I didn't know whether to laugh or fuck her right there. It was more of a dress for a party or celebration than for riding in a truck. She looked spectacular.
The dress was sky blue, knee-length, open front and back. Except for her nipples, you could see almost all of her tits. From the back, it was open all the way to the cleavage of her ass. It was impressive, ready to put your hand through any of the slits in the dress. The open sides were already scandalous, and her round breasts stood out proudly through the side slit. The dress only covered her nipples, her pussy, and her ass. I had no choice but to admit that she was hot. She smiled at me when I told her.
The saleswoman was complimenting her glamour, and seeing that she was captivating the gaze of curious onlookers, she paraded her around the boutique so she could look at herself in different mirrors. Honestly, and I must admit, it worked; more people immediately came into the store to look at her clothes. I noticed two guys drooling over her clothes and commenting among themselves on how good she looked in the ripened season, and how dirty she was, as I could hear a little.
She bought the dress, and we left the boutique. The kids followed us; they seemed smart, more like street kids, though they didn't look like thugs. She stopped at another store to look around, and while I went into the bathroom, I was more interested in repositioning my hard, awkwardly positioned cock in my underwear than peeing. My mother-in-law had me going crazy even after seeing her in the dress.
When I came out, the two kids, who couldn't have been more than twenty years old, were talking to her. When one of them saw me, he approached.
– Your mother told us that we should talk to you about having sex.
– Did my mother tell you that?
- Yeah
– And where do you want to fuck her?
– In the children’s diaper changing room.
– Didn’t he tell you the price?
– Yes, we both want half an hour, she told us that you would give us a discount if we both fucked her at the same time.
– Two hundred euros for both of us. Do you have them?
– Sure, here it is.
The kid gave me two hundred euros and the three of them went to the area where I was leaving, to the restroom.
The first thing she told me when they left was that she'd already won the dress. She was happy. Well, in this case, I could sort of understand it. At her age, fucking two guys twice her age, and getting paid for it, isn't within the reach of just any woman.
It was getting close to dinner time, and we decided to have a nice dinner. She asked me if I could take her to a nice restaurant, and if it could include a show or dancing, which she'd pay for. She'd been wanting to go to a dinner dance for years.
I called the people at the cooperative to tell me a good place to go for dinner and where there was dancing. They all agreed on the casino. Well, the casino, Carmen deserved it. She went into some kind of hairstyling and accessories store, came out again, and told me it would be ready in half an hour, that they would give it a little makeover.
I went to the bar to wait. The two guys Carmen had recently had sex with were there. When they saw me, they smiled and said hello. I was curious to talk to them about how things had gone, what I'd done to them, etc. I was kind of gossiping. I approached them.
– Hey, guys, how did it go with my mom?
– Damn man, you're so lucky to have a mother like that. If she were mine, I'd be fucking her all day long. – The one who seemed smarter, taller, and had a better build told me.
"I've never had a blowjob like that before, and what tits! Oh my God!" her partner told me.
– Wow, I’m glad you had a good time.
– It was already too much when he made us both put our cocks inside him, one from the front and the other from behind.
– I was the one who fucked her ass, and I assure you it was the best I've ever fucked. It hurts everyone, but your mother has a hole that swallows like crazy.
– Are you fucking your mother?
- Sometimes
– You’re so lucky.
– Well guys, it’s been a pleasure meeting you.
– Hey, your mother told us that you're a truck driver and that she sometimes accompanies you. If you come back here, I'd ask you to call me at this number. I'd like to be with her again.
– Okay, goodbye.
She gave me a card with her phone number, and we said goodbye. Holy crap, my mother-in-law! Her aunt was even building up a loyal following. It was totally surreal, and on top of that, she instilled in the kids the curiosity that I was her son.
In the end, I was enjoying the trip and having her along. I was discovering things about her, and about myself, that surprised me. This was further confirmed when I saw her leave that room, smiling and happy.
She was wearing her newly purchased dress, her hair and makeup had been done, and she looked spectacular. She hugged and kissed me, so happy she was.
– Today I'm going to show off with you at the casino.
– Damn, mother-in-law! You're a box of surprises, but I have to admit you're hotter than your daughter, and look how hot she is.
– Thanks, sweetheart. See how we're getting along. What do you like about me accompanying you? What would you do now, jerk off in the truck or screw some chick? And look how I've dressed up for you and to show off with you.
– Honestly, looking at it like that, I have to agree with you. Let's go to the casino to eat. I'm hungry. How about you?
– A lot, with so much flirting one gets hungry, ha, ha, ha.
We left the van at the cooperative, the bags in the truck, I put on clean clothes, and we called a taxi to go to the casino.
The place was beautiful. We headed to the restaurant in one of the gardens. It was romantic, under the trees with soft lighting and shadows. There, the maître d' seated us. A small orchestra with three musicians and a singer singing fados and boleros livened up the place. There were people dancing in the garden, and it was all very romantic.
We ordered a seafood platter, which we both fancied, and cava. During the meal, Carmen told me how bad her family was in general, and that now all she needed was for this to happen to her daughter. Apparently, my father-in-law had already developed Alzheimer's, and caring for him around the clock was a job she couldn't do; she needed the help of her daughters or a nursing home, but this cost money. I felt a little sentimental and pitied her.
She told me that she needed at least her daughter to send her a portion of the cost of the residency and between them they could cover the expenses.
– Look, Antonio, the truth is, to live like this, he'd be better off dead. I'm sorry for thinking that, but that's not living. It would be better if he left now. If he makes the transfer, we'll have insurance for many years, and I'll get a nice sum of money that'll solve my life.
– And where does your husband have him now?
– My daughter stayed at home with him.
– Well, now let's leave our worries behind and gobble this up, it looks really good, my lord.
– On the attack with seafood.
We ate and drank, two bottles of cava, and joked and laughed. In the end, Carmen had a sense of humor, started telling jokes, and the bitch was funny even. The cava helped too.
I wanted to dance, so we got up to do it. It was a slow fado, one of those you dance close to. I don't know how to dance, so I told her, and she led the way. We were so close that, naturally, my cock between her legs smelled like pussy and I was hard as a pine tree. She rubbed her pussy against it. She whispered in my ear that she wasn't wearing any panties. This really made me horny.
She smiled at me and kissed me on the lips. That kiss turned into a full-on snog, and I ended up passionately kissing my mother-in-law. During one of our turns during the dance, I surreptitiously slipped my hand into her ass. I lowered it through the slit in her dress, sliding my finger into her cleavage, and between her buttocks, I searched and probed her asshole. Her skin prickled, and she sought my mouth again.
– There’s a couple who’ve been looking at us for a while now, winking at me.
– A couple?
– Yes, a man and a woman, they must be around seventy, now when we turn around you look at them, they are on the right side of the garden.
That's right. On one of the trips, I saw them, and I was surprised to see them smile at me with affection, approval, or congratulations. They looked like foreigners.
– It's true, they looked at me and smiled.
– They want a topic, you'll see.
– Maybe, there are some very strange people.
– Nothing strange, having sex is not strange.
– But they are two old men
– Ha ha ha. Do you think old people don't fuck?
– Would you eat her pussy?
– I don't know, I've never done it with a woman, but they pay well. Would you do it with another man?
– No, not even if they pay me, no one can fuck me.
– Well, you don’t like it at all when someone eats your ass.
– Well, that’s not the same as having it screwed.
We ended the conversation laughing and returned to the table. We were already a little tipsy from the cava, but since we'd be taking a taxi back, I ordered a whiskey and she ordered a Baileys on the rocks.
The two old men approached us. They asked my permission to join us at the table to discuss something. I let them sit. They called the waiter and also ordered two whiskeys on the rocks.
– Look, the reason for our boldness is that we've been observing you. The age difference between you is obvious, but the type of relationship you have doesn't matter to us. We liked you.
– Well, thank you, and I don’t mind telling her, she’s my mother-in-law.
– Wow, if the mother is that beautiful, the daughter must be a goddess, congratulations. Look, I won't beat around the bush, I'll be direct, and I hope you don't get offended. The fact is, we've hired a very special woman for tonight to have sex with, and when we saw you, we thought it would be fantastic if you could participate too.
– Look, I'll be straightforward with you too. I'm not gay, no one fucks me. I'm a truck driver, and my mother-in-law is coming with me on the trip because she's not doing so well financially at home. This way, if we get any clients along the way, we can take advantage of the trip.
– So, she's a prostitute. Perfect, that speeds things up. I'm offering you two thousand euros to spend the night with us and that special girl we've hired.
– Tomorrow I have to catch the bus early at the cooperative, and I've already told you that you and I have nothing, that I'm not gay.
"We'll let things unfold. My main intention is to make love to your mother-in-law. She's turned me on, plus the special girl who's coming, and my wife has really liked you and your youth. You can leave at any time you wish in the early morning."
– Will you let us talk about it among ourselves?
– Sure, of course. If you decide to stay in about half an hour, forty-five minutes, go to reception and ask for the Mediterranean Suite. We'll let you know so you can get in if you come.
– Very well, that's what we'll do. Now we'll dance a little and talk about it.
– See you later, couple.
– See you later, gentlemen.
They left, and Carmen and I stared at each other, laughing. In the end, we decided to accept it, a thousand euros each; it wasn't worth wasting, and while we're at it, I'm getting a nice slice of this trip at my mother-in-law's expense.
Even more surprising was that when I asked for the bill for dinner, I was told that the Roskoffs had invited the gentlemen. Great!
Before going up to the suite with the old folks, I suggested we go roulette. I fancied trying my luck on a number. I'd never done it before, and my mother-in-law said she wouldn't either. We went to a table; we'd already lost 100 euros, and I told my mother-in-law to give up trying to find luck. Well, she got lucky on one number, but we didn't get much. She liked the game. I sensed it when she suddenly grabbed all the remaining chips and put them all on zero. Damn! The day's financial luck was on our side; zero came up, and we won a little over 500 euros.
– Damn, mother-in-law, how our day is going.
– Ha, ha, ha, incredible, if I don’t live it I wouldn’t believe it, ha, ha, ha.
– Let's see what happens there with the Roskoffs and that special girl. I hope at least she's a bit hot. The old lady doesn't quite convince me, but oh well, all for the money.
– Ha, ha, ha, let's see what we find, I think it will be fun
We went to the reception desk and asked for directions to the suite. They greeted us very kindly and told us how to get in, the key, and the door passwords. It's a complete security system.
Upon entering the suite, we were greeted naked. The elderly weren't badly regarded, she wasn't bad looking, she had perfect, probably fake breasts, she was slim and had a figure, and her skin was barely wrinkled, her pussy shaved. He surprised me; physically, he was a well-groomed man, he looked well-groomed, and his cock wasn't a bad size.
They invited us to strip while he poured us a whiskey. He told us that the special girl was about to arrive. Her name was Clorin and his name was Gustav. They were Swiss and practiced naturism, that's what they told us. They were also sexually liberal and practiced something like polyamory and swinging. I don't know what that is, but it must be good.
The thing is, Clorin approached my cock and started playing with it and the whiskey; the cold from the ice and the alcohol made me even harder. She grabbed it and stuck my cock inside the glass, then licked it. Meanwhile, I watched Carmen suck the old man's cock.
We were just then when there was a knock at the door. Gustav told me to open it. He said I'd be the special girl. When I opened the door and saw her, I was stunned. She wasn't taller than me, but she was very young; she must have been in her twenties, if she was. She really had a special beauty. She was pretty and she smiled.
I began to undress her just as Clorin had asked. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were beautiful. As I undressed her, I kissed her. She captured my mouth and tongue, then directed my head to her nipples, which I sucked frantically.
I understood the special girl thing when I took off her skirt. The girl had a cock almost as big as mine. My bitchy mother-in-law, who must have been watching the scene, was laughing her ass off at my stupid face. I drowned my lips with the whiskey I downed in one gulp. It didn't take long for Gustav to pour me another.
Clorin stretched me out on the bed and spread herself over my face, shoving her pussy and ass into his mouth so he could eat them out. I got busy. I could feel two mouths eating my cock. I figured it would be the girl with the cock and Carmen, but no, when I could see a little between Clorin's legs and pussy I saw that it was Gustav and Amanda, which was the name of the special girl, who were eating my cock.
I made a move to get up, but the old woman, pressing her pussy against my mouth, prevented me from doing so. She also began pouring whiskey over her breasts, and all of it went into my mouth, which couldn't handle the whiskey and vaginal fluids.
It's a good thing I set my alarm on my phone for seven before going up to the suite, because I barely remember what happened that night. I only know that they must have fucked me in the ass because the burning sensation I had when I got up in the morning was terrible. They also had to open me up wide because I had to walk like a cowboy in the West.
Carmen was soaked in fluids and milk all over her body, just like me. I woke her up and we took a quick shower. We said goodbye to them, who weren't even bothered by the sleepiness and hangover they had, and we left.
When the taxi dropped us off at the cooperative at six in the morning, Carmen immediately got into the truck, undressed, and lay down on the bunk to sleep. I sorted out the paperwork in the office, hooked up the trailer, and we headed for Castellón.
I stopped at a rest stop for a coffee. I needed it, Carmen, but she wouldn't get out. I had a little breakfast and hit the road again to the Castellón cooperative. There I had to hook up a trailer, which already made me a special vehicle, and drop it off at Mercabarna in Barcelona. Having slept so little, I was tired of driving. I had plenty of time. My ass was itching. I mean, letting me stick my tail in there, that's enough for me.
Like a zombie when I arrived at the Castellón cooperative, they warned me that I might have some trouble in Barcelona; if they didn't sort out some issues with the unions, a transport strike was brewing. Damn, I thought, what else was missing.
We arrived in Barcelona around noon. I headed to the unloading dock, and there was a commotion among my colleagues. Some were talking about going on strike, others weren't; there was an argument. They asked me what I thought, but my mind was so hungover that I couldn't think of anything. My mother-in-law was still sleeping. I looked at her on the made-up bunk; she was naked, curled up and hugging a pillow. I got really horny, the fuck, I liked it more and more.
There was not much of a drive left to drop her off at the brothel where my ex-wife, her daughter, worked. It's a little over two hours from Barcelona to La Junquera, so I felt bad about leaving her there. Besides, it had been incredibly profitable to take her on the trip; her pussy had earned me more money than I could have imagined. In total, my mother-in-law's pussy had already raised 3,450 euros, of which 1,750 was for me. Damn! If my ex keeps up the same pace as a whore, she must be loaded.
Suddenly, a line of trucks formed in front of the entrance to Mercabarna, blocking vehicle traffic. I was almost trapped inside the compound and unable to get out. Already getting a headache, I waited for the situation and saw if it would clear up, so I parked the truck in a quiet area and lay down to get some sleep. I lay down on the same bed where my mother-in-law was sleeping. Despite my tiredness and hangover, seeing her there naked, sleeping next to me, made my dick hard. I spooned her and my erect cock pressed against her ass. Noticing this, she sighed, glanced at me briefly, smiled, and happily went back to sleep. I also fell asleep, cuddled up to her.
About two hours later, I woke up, a little better, but still kind of groggy. My mother-in-law had her head on my chest, one leg draped over mine, and her hand on my balls; my cock was fully erect. She opened her eyes and, seeing me awake, smiled and kissed me on my chest. She began kissing and sucking the nipple of the tit she had tucked under her lips.
Soon her mouth was sucking my cock, very slowly, but very wetly.
– What a nice cock you have, Antonio, mmmm…
– After yesterday, are you still hot, Carmen?
– Like you, look at your tail
– I must admit that you are a hell of a good mother-in-law.
– How I love it when you say this to me, and how I love your cock, churrups, churrups, mmmm.
– With those slutty lips of hers, she's got my dick dazzled.
– Ha ha ha, when an old lady like me turns on a handsome young man like you, it makes her feel special.
– Special like the girl from yesterday, wow, ha, ha, ha
– You sucked his cock and swallowed Amanda's milk.
– Did I suck his dick?
– You were also saying that it was the best dish you had ever eaten.
– Did I say this?
"Don't you remember? You ate both of their cocks and cum, and I never imagined you were so into gay sex."
– Damn mother-in-law, let's keep this between us, besides I'm not gay.
– You may not be a faggot, but you were crazy about Amanda and her ass, the old lady had to take you away from it, you were like obsessed with eating it out.
– Damn, I even ate a transvestite's ass, wow, what whiskey does.
– Whiskey and your mouth, because you were going from ass to ass eating everything.
– Did I eat Gustav's ass too?
– Many times, and especially when I was fucking you Amanda, you had his buttocks open and I thought you would even put his head inside your anus.
– Fuck, that's disgusting! Look, my dick's already getting hard just thinking about doing this.
– I’ll pick this one up again.
The blowjob my mother-in-law gave me was followed by a frantic back and forth, the bitch already knew how to get me going.
After we'd both come, and were kissing like two lovers after a fuck, I noticed the truck was surrounded by people. I looked out the window and asked a protester what was happening and how things were going. He told me they were organizing pickets on the highways to stop all the trucks, but that so far no one was moving.
– Carmen, we'll have to stay in Barcelona all day; they don't allow buses to travel. If you'd like, I'll take you to the train station. There's sure to be one that goes to La Junquera or nearby. It's only three hours from the brothel where your daughter works.
– I'll stay with you. If we have to spend the night here, we can. Besides, aren't you excited about spending a night in Barcelona? We can visit it. I'd love to. I've never been, and I've heard so much about it. Come on, let's do a little sightseeing. I'll make it up to you.
– Well, that's not a bad idea. I've never visited it as a tourist either; I've always come here to Mercabarna. Besides, I'm getting hungry. There must be some good places to eat.
– I feel so good being with you, Antonio! For the first time in my life, I'm happy.
– I'm glad, Carmen. I must admit that I also feel very comfortable with you. And I repeat, and I don't mean to flatter you, but you're hotter than your daughter.
– Ha ha ha, this is a good one. Don't tell me my daughter isn't fine, she's very pretty and has a great body.
– Yes, it’s true that she is hot for a while, like her other daughter, but you are hotter than both of them.
Outside, there was a crowd of screaming people who all fell silent when they saw my mother-in-law get out of the truck. The bitch had put on a denim miniskirt and a white, almost transparent top, without panties or a bra. I'm sure more than one person saw her ass when she got out of the cab. Whistling and saying "I'm going to give you a good fuck," etc., started to be heard.
I didn't want to spend too much time with those excited strikers, so we went to the taxi rank and took one headed toward the city's Ramblas. I was told that was the city center. A young woman working at Mercabarna gave us a map and pointed out several areas we should visit. I was grateful.
The taxi driver shifted his rearview mirror to look at Carmen, and he did so openly. I teased him a bit during the ride, kissing and groping my mother-in-law while lifting her skirt so he could get a good look at her pussy.
He dropped us off on the Ramblas in Barcelona, and we strolled like lovers. In a place called Barceloneta, right by the sea, we ate delicious rice and fish. The hangover disappeared, and the alcoholic high returned. The cava here was delicious and chilled; it went down really well.
Carmen returned to her jokes. The woman was also funny when telling them. We were having a good time. We visited the Sagrada Familia, the Cathedral, Passeig de Gracia, and wherever we went, Carmen was making jokes. It was already getting dark, and we were a little tired of walking. We decided to go to bed, the after-effects of the previous night's revelry still lingering.
– Carmen, I have to tell you that I feel very good about you today. I must admit that at first I was annoyed that you were coming with me, but now I have to be honest and thank you.
– Oh Antonio! How happy these kind words from you make me feel. You know, I'm very happy too. Do you know that the experiences I'm having with you, I would never have had before? And I love them.
– Would you like to sleep in a big bed today after a nice hot bath and have dinner delivered to us in bed?
– I’ve been dreaming of a night like this for so many years.
– Well, let's look for a hotel, and a luxury one.
Damn, hotel prices in Barcelona are so high! I had to downgrade. We finally found a good hotel, not cheap, but it's just a day, a four-star hotel with a bathroom and jacuzzi, and a balcony with views of the sea and the city.
Every time I saw my mother-in-law naked, my cock would get hard. And seeing her inside those jacuzzi bubbles, I thought I was actually living in an erotic movie. And since I believed it, I tried to be the best porn actor. That modern tub of bubbles brought a storm. One of those fucks you'll never forget in your life, no matter how many you have.
What a hottie! She was the one who fucked me in the jacuzzi, setting the pace throughout the entire fuck and changing every position she wanted and we did at will. The most exciting thing was her vocabulary.
– Fuck this bitch, you bastard! Can't you hit this whore harder with your cock? I'm gonna make your cock come out of my throat... break my ass, faggot... Fuck me, fuck me, hit me hard...
These kinds of words, either shouted or whispered in my ears, turned me on. In the jacuzzi alone, she made me cum twice. I think she lost count of her orgasms. After sex in the jacuzzi, we ordered dinner, which was served on the balcony. A bottle of cava was in the drinks cabinet, in case we felt like a little revelry at night. But there was no revelry.
After dinner, we went to bed, and exhaustion lulled us to sleep. We fell asleep, each other's arms around each other, like a couple in love. Before sleep overcame me, I had the wish that the strike would continue tomorrow.
The sun was streaming in through the window. I had a goddess and whore in my bed, and just looking at her made my cock hard and stiff. On top of that, she was my ex-mother-in-law and a source of income.
I went out onto the balcony, and the day was beautiful. I called Mercabarna, and they told me the strike was continuing, and that they wouldn't say whether it was called off until tomorrow, after a political meeting. I was glad, fuck everything. It had been a long time, years, since I had a proper break. Besides, to be honest, I was looking forward to spending a little more time with Carmen. I was starting to like this bitch.
I called the front desk, booked the room for one more night, and arranged for a large continental breakfast to be delivered to the room within the hour. I decided to enjoy my mother-in-law that morning, without rushing, without thinking of anything other than giving her a good fuck. The bitch is hot for a while; I'd never imagined being able to be like this with her. This was beyond my fantasies when I was dating her daughter and I'd jerk off to her.
I looked at her, still asleep, spread out across the bed, and I felt proud to be with this hottie. Was I falling in love? If so, that was a danger, but no, because how could I fall in love with a whore? Because I had to start accepting that my ex-mother-in-law was now a whore, and not a bad one, a real whore and a real whore at the same time. I didn't want to go crazy; for now, I had her there and I was letting her rest, because she deserved it, and because I wanted her in tip-top shape to give us a good romp. My cock was as hard as a log.
How relaxing! Lying in a chair on the balcony, I gazed at the city while sunbathing. Then it was time for breakfast. I threw a sheet over Carmen so the waiters wouldn't see her naked, and wrapped a towel around my waist. I heard Carmen whimpering, still in her sleep.
A waitress, probably Central American, with that tanned Caribbean smile and beauty of hers, left the cart with the breakfast trays. I gave her a ten-euro tip, which she appreciated. I winked at her. She smiled and pointed at the sleeping Carmen with a glance. The bitch had thrown off the sheet, and her entire length was visible, gorgeous, her breasts and well-groomed pussy exposed to the waitress's gaze, and mine. The waitress made a gesture as if she wanted to jump on Carmen. This made us both laugh, but it made my cock shoot up like a rocket, and the towel fell to the floor.
I think it was the animal instinct of a predatory woman that caused the waitress's hand to grab my cock. Everything happened very quickly, Carmen was waking up with the Caribbean woman's lips on her pussy. The waitress warned me that I didn't have much time, that I should be quick, but intense. Was it intense? Within a few minutes, Carmen was cumming in the mouth of that exotic sexual predator, and the contractions of her pussy squeezing my cock inside her as if it were being sucked into her vagina, made us cum together shortly after. She got up, kissed Carmen on the lips and me on the cheek, said goodbye, and left.
– Damn Antonio! Where did that come from?
– I'll explain it to you now, look at the huge breakfast I ordered.
– Gosh! You know what? I'm hungry like a cannibal.
– For your cannibalistic mother-in-law, I’ll give you a loaf of meat later, ha, ha, ha…
– Ha ha ha… You’re so cute! It looks like a nice day. Is there still a strike?
– Yes Carmen, there's still a strike, we have to stay another day here, I've already booked the room for one more night.
– Great! Look, I'm sorry about your job. I know this is hurting you truckers, but long live the strike. We'll get one more day of sightseeing in Barcelona. We can go to the movies or see a show. How exciting!
– And fuck Carmen, and fuck ha, ha, ha…
– Men only think about this
– You, right? Come on, Carmen, you've already woken up quite well today, ha ha ha…
– Scoundrel, what a surprise, I have to admit that the girl has made an effort with my pussy. How she moved her tongue!
– Fuck, and I don't know how she did it, but the inside of her vagina felt like it was sucking my cock.
– I know how to do this too. Gustav's wife taught it to me the other day. After trying and trying, I finally got it right. You have to make very rapid, repeated contractions of the vaginal muscle, and once you reach a certain point, the vagina itself starts sucking on its own. It's like starting a suction pump, ha ha ha. It's fun, but it's not easy.
– You didn’t do that to me, man.
– I'll do it for you, don't be impatient, I'll also suck you off vibratingly, Amanda taught me this, but you didn't like it at all when she did it to you.
– Damn! I don't remember anything from the other night.
– You have to moderate your drinking.
– I think they got me drunk on purpose to fuck me.
– Ha, ha, ha… and you were really fucked, ha, ha, ha…
– Don’t laugh, I don’t find it that funny.
– Come on, have breakfast and gather your strength, your mother-in-law is going to rape you today.
– Fuck, she’s already made my cock burst.
– Ha, ha, ha… boy
– Whore
– A whore and a bitch who's going to leave you dry, ha, ha, ha…
– Damn Carmen, look at my cock.
– I love this huge cock you have!
– Eat it a little, here in the middle of the croissant, come on.
Carmen sucked my cock while she ate the croissant. Holy mother, how she sucks my cock! It's no wonder those who've been with her want more. Neither my whore of a wife nor Pepita had ever sucked me like this.
We played around eating each other's pussies along with our breakfast food. I almost choked on a churro I put in her pussy. Luckily, Carmen slapped me twice in the chest and I expelled it like a bullet from my throat. We started the day of fucking in the shower. I started by fucking her standing up, pressed against the wall, and ended up filling her ass with cum on all fours on the floor. We wasted so much water that we left the bathroom soaking wet. The best part was the games and the laughter we had during the fuck.
We got dressed while still laughing; I couldn't remember laughing like that in years. When we walked out onto the street, we looked like two lovers, with her at my side, arm in arm. We were both oozing happiness. At the hotel reception, they suggested we visit Tibidabo, and that's where we went. What I didn't realize was that it was an amusement park.
Carmen looked like a kid at a fair. With her miniskirt without panties and that loose strappy top, she couldn't go unnoticed. On top of that, we got on a ride that rocked us back and forth, revealing her pussy to the ever-growing audience with each sway. Once, a tit even popped out, and the applause of the already growing crowd could be heard. With or without children, the audience remained in front of the fairground ride until we got off.
I noticed several men, unsuccessfully attempting to conceal themselves, following us wherever we went. We headed to a bar terrace for a few beers. Carmen went to the bathroom and when she came back, she told me a man had said, "How much?" She told him the price, and it seemed very expensive. She'd come and talk to you now, and wanted to give him a blowjob for twenty euros. A man approached us—it turned out he wasn't the same man Carmen had met in the bathroom. He was holding a four- or five-year-old boy by the hand.
- Good morning
– Good morning, you say.
– Look, I’ve been watching you, and forgive my boldness, I apologize if I’m wrong, but does the lady offer sexual services?
– Look, I’ll be honest, she’s my mother-in-law, money isn’t abundant in her house and it’s always welcome.
– Look, I'll now take my son to the community center with other kids, where they'll spend about 45 minutes doing an activity. How much would you charge for half an hour?
– One hundred and fifty euros.
– Okay, that sounds good to me. There are some huge spaces in the nursery where mothers can change their babies' diapers. Would it be okay if we met there in ten minutes?
– Are you sure you'll be there? Don't make us go for nothing.
– I'm sure I'll go, look, I'll leave you fifty euros as a deposit.
– Okay, fine.
The man left me fifty euros and we hurried to finish the beer to go to where this man would be waiting for Carmen.
– Start the day well Carmen, you already have a client
– Look, here comes the one I told you about from the bathroom.
The man who wanted to pay her twenty euros for a blowjob approached her.
- Good morning
– Good morning, you say.
– Look, I think it's excessive to pay a hundred euros for a blowjob.
– Well, that's what it is, boss. If you want it, that's what it's worth. If not, look for others, there are surely others.
– And for half an hour of doing it, how much would you charge me?
– One hundred and fifty.
– Well, this seems more reasonable to me.
– Yes, but if you want, you'll have to wait. Right now, we'll be away for about forty-five minutes. If you want, later.
– If you're happy, we can meet in the nursery restroom in forty-five minutes. There are some very large diaper-changing sinks there.
– We’ll be there.
– Thanks, see you later
- See you later
Another client for my mother-in-law. Wow, the day had started off busy. I didn't originally intend for her to be a whore in Barcelona, but oh well... I figured it was better that way. If she could make some money in the morning, I could enjoy her alone in the afternoon and evening, and we could go out to some dancing or a show or something, which she liked.
We arrived at the restroom the man had told us about, and he was already there. He approached us smiling; he was a polite man. He gave me the remaining 100 euros and went into the diaper-changing room with Carmen. Meanwhile, I amused myself outside, watching the mothers milling about with their children in the nursery and community center. Some were coming in, others were leaving, probably like that man's cock in my mother-in-law's pussy.
I caught one of those mothers' eyes and smiled at each other. I approached her, and being the clumsy I am in these matters, the only thing I could think of was to talk to her about the weather. I'm a jerk. Now I realize I had no fucking clue about flirting. The thing is, this mother was expecting her son, and to kill time, she waited there by my side for her son to come out, and I waited for my mother-in-law to come out.
– Are you waiting for your son to come out?
– Well, I actually hope my mother-in-law comes out.
– Oh, and have they let her in? They say they don't want adults.
– Well, my mother-in-law is in the service
– Oh. I'm waiting for my son. My husband is also here. He doesn't know I've come to meet them. The truckers' strike has left me without a job at the warehouse where I work.
– Well, I'm a truck driver and my truck is stopped at Mercabarna, that's why we're here.
– Are you traveling with your mother-in-law?
– Well, not normally, but since I'm heading to the border, he came to leave her there with his daughter.
– Oh, hey, can I ask you a favor?
- If possible
– Look, I should go into the bathroom, but I'm too scared to go in alone. Could you come with me and stand guard at the door? A woman was mugged last week.
- Clear
The woman also wanted to go pee in the changing room. When we got to the door, she looked at me and smiled, and I followed her into the changing room. She immediately began unbuttoning my pants, and I began groping her tits. When she pulled out my already hard cock, the woman was delighted to see it. She kept saying how beautiful and big it was while she sucked me off. She sat me on the toilet, rolled up her skirt, moved her thong aside, and sat on top of my penis. I took her tits out of her shirt to feel her breasts properly while she moved up and down on my cock. She let out a few gasps and moans, although we tried to be quiet and make as little noise as possible. The woman came immediately, and without letting me react, she got off my cock and kissed me.
– We have to go out, all that's missing is my husband showing up, too bad I can't have you longer, I like your cock.
– Wow, you’ve left me hanging.
– Come here, I'll suck you off quickly, you cum and that's it.
– You know, it doesn't matter, I'll let it all out, don't worry, but if you want to suck, suck.
– Ha, ha, ha, how are you men
She started sucking me off when we heard voices in the bathroom, and they weren't strange voices.
– My mother-in-law
– My husband
– What, your husband?
– Yes, that voice is my husband's. He must be with a woman. He just told her he's never had a blowjob like that. He's a jerk.
– My mother-in-law
– Did he fuck your mother-in-law?
– The voice is hers
– And the voice is his, so your mother-in-law has been fucking my husband, wow.
– My mother-in-law is a whore, she takes advantage of the trip to get some clients, things aren't going so well at home.
– Wow, how much did he charge you?
– One hundred and fifty for half an hour
– Damn, he's such a bastard and I'm working my ass off, and he's scratching his balls all day and on top of that he spends my money on whores.
– I wouldn’t know what to tell you.
– Look, you go first, I'll wait here, when you see that he's left the area, let me know, okay?
– Okay, stay here, when he's gone I'll give you the call.
– Okay, thanks.
When I left the bathroom Carmen wasn't alone, the other man had already arrived and was waiting for me.
– Oh Antonio, where have you been? This man is waiting.
– It’s worth staying calm and being patient, because the world is a lie that was made in seven days.
The man gives me the 150 euros and they go into the restroom. Behind them, I see the woman waiting and let her know if her husband is around.
When I got in, I told her to wait a bit, as her husband was waiting for their son to come out and there were fifteen minutes left. I was going to suggest we finish the fucking a little more decently, but there was no need to; she pulled my cock out right away and went back to bending over and sucking.
This time I was the one in control. I took off her shirt and thong, pinned her against the wall, and standing there, I began to pump her hard. The woman was now moaning without restraint or shame. I made her orgasm, almost fainting. Then I flipped her over, made her bend over, leaning against the toilet bowl, and gave her another frantic pump from behind until I filled her pussy with cum.
Tears were streaming down her face when I pulled my cock out of her pussy. She sat down on the toilet and began to savor the remnants of it.
We composed ourselves and left the restroom. She saw her husband in the distance and told me she'd go to him. For now, she wouldn't say anything or yell at him, but now she knew where the money she earned was going. She suggested we meet up every other day, but I told her this was impossible because of my job and that in Barcelona I only stopped at Mercabarna. She gave me a quick peck, a card with her phone number just in case, thanked me, gave me a smile, and left.
At the moment, I didn't think it was appropriate to tell Carmen anything about what had happened with the wife of the guy she'd fucked. When she came out of the bathroom after having done her thing as a whore with the second client, she took my arm, and we left Tibidabo like lovers. We took a taxi. Along the way, we were seeing the city, and we asked her to take us to Park Güell, another place the hotel receptionist had recommended.
It was full of tourists and we started walking around.
– What mother-in-law did you do with those two?
– Wanting them to finish quickly and pass the time, a disaster like powder
– Fuck! Did they fuck her that bad?
– Bad, no, worse.
– The first one had a cock the size of your middle finger, and it was so short and tight, I didn't even realize he had it inside me. The second one came two minutes after I sucked him, and the rest of the time he spent eating my pussy, he didn't even put it in me.
– Well, the main thing is that they paid.
– Yes, yes, and now we have money for the hotel and the meals we'll have, because we'll go to a restaurant to eat, right?
– Of course Carmen, and besides the good ones, and I'm treating you, you deserve it.
– Thanks, darling, you’re a sweetheart.
– And you, Carmen, the moon, I'm already getting a craving for food, but not for a restaurant, but for eating a mother-in-law, ha, ha, ha…
– Look at our shadow on the ground. How do we make a good couple?
– Ha, ha, ha, Carmen, you're a real treat, I like you.
– You see how good it was that I accompanied you.
– Honestly, why would I lie to her? Yes, I'm liking her company, perhaps even too much.
– Oh darling, you’re falling in love with me, ha ha ha…
– Listen Carmen, this man plays the guitar so well.
– Yes, you change the subject ha, ha, ha…
– I don’t fall in love anymore, mother-in-law, you see the experience I’ve had, besides I got married to have children and your daughter has slept with everyone and not one has been given to me.
– You want me to tell you something? Children are a backpack that you always have to carry on your back, although you men don't care, but children always belong to their mother. You're better off that way, believe me.
– Looking at it like that, maybe you're right.
– Of course, dear.
– Are you going to call me honey now?
– Don't you like it? I like to tell you, you're my "sweetheart." Ha, ha, ha...
– I won’t call her darling.
– Well, this man plays the guitar well. Do you want to dance?
Half jokingly, half seriously, he grabbed me by the arm and waist and began to dance in front of the troubadour. I could already tell the guitarist was starting to get tangled up in the strings, and with all the twists and turns, Carmen's skirt was flapping, and the musician sitting there on the floor was sure to see all her pussies. I realized this when we caught each other's eye, smiled, and winked as if to congratulate me on the hottie I was sporting. Many tourists stared at us, and after throwing ten euros into the hat, many more followed suit. The troubadour was pleased.
– Have you seen, honey, how beautiful that is?
– Yes, it's pretty, but it's also very strange. It seems like they made everything using broken tiles from a construction site.
– Yes, those Catalans take advantage of everything.
– Look at that group
– Wow, I’ve never seen so many Chinese people together, they keep taking pictures.
– Look, a Chinese man is approaching.
The Chinese guy who approached us couldn't understand anything; he spoke like a Martian machine, weird. Another guy came, and another, three Chinese guys at once trying to make us understand them. If we couldn't understand one guy, imagine three. In the end, another Chinese guy had to come along to make things worse. I didn't want to be rude, but they were really pissing me off, and when I get mad, I don't give a damn, I'll mess things up.
Seeing our situation, the musician approached us. He began speaking to them in English, which I understood a few words of, a little, but more than Chinese. To make a long story short, Rafi, the troubadour's name, told us they wanted to take a photo with Carmen and how much we would charge. The musician, being an old hand at these things, told us to ask for twenty euros each, saying they were Japanese and had a lot of money.
I told him fine, and if he wanted, I could also tell them that it's 100 euros for a blowjob, 150 euros for half an hour, and 250 euros for an hour. If they want to fuck him in the ass, the extra charge is 50 euros. The troubadour talked to them for a long time, and they were talking strangely and arguing.
– The Japanese say it’s okay, all four of us at the same time and within the same hour. Do you have a place to fuck?
– Well, we are in a hotel.
– They won't let you in with so many people. I know a place that will charge you fifty euros. You can take them there to fuck. It's right here.
– Wait a moment, we'll talk about it. I'll tell you now.
I stepped aside to talk to Carmen.
– Mother-in-law, do you think you’re capable of fucking this bunch of “Japanese”?
– Well, it's a thousand euros
– Okay.
I told the troubadour to tell them it was fine. The troubadour told me he'd ask for a little more, that the "Japs" already had money and that way he'd get a commission. I told him it was fine, but the money was when you got into the fucking. The musician nodded and laughed.
Carmen, Rafi, and I left with the four Japanese people for the place the musician had taken us. At the entrance to the shabby little bar, which is what it was, they gave me 1,200 euros, which is what he had agreed upon with them. I gave them the 200 euro commission when they came in and 50 to the fat, sweaty, wealthy old woman who was the receptionist. What a woman, she didn't smell like monkey anise, no, she smelled like gorilla anise. What a beast! When I mentioned this to our now friend and half-partner, the troubadour, he burst out laughing. He explained that she was a famous woman in the neighborhood, her name was Belén, and they called her "La Ubriqueña" because she had been married to a bullfighter from Ubrique. He told me she had been a monumental woman, but that the excesses of her fame and alcohol had left her like that.
Rafi and I went to a nearby bar to have a few beers and we talked. He told me about several places we could go in the afternoon and evening if we wanted to party, and where we should go for lunch and dinner. We laughed about how Carmen would have to be fed well, with four Japanese guys at once, she'd get hungry. He also told me that Carmen, being so hot in Barcelona, was asking 300 euros for an hour and 200 for half an hour, and that 100 for a blowjob was already a high price. It seems blowjobs are the most common thing and there are some really young guys who'll suck you off for 50 euros. He said he'd charge extra if they came in their mouths; it's usually 30 euros more, and that fucking without a condom would add 100 euros more at a time. The guy was well versed in prices in Barcelona, and I thought I'd listen to him, more money.
The "Japs" came out at full speed, this even pissed me off. I thought they were running away because they'd done something wrong to Carmen. Thank goodness they didn't, because if they had done something wrong, I'd have killed them right there. Carmen came out smiling and happy, gave me five hundred euros more, told me that two hundred was the extra for letting her put it in her ass, and that they showed her three hundred euros and put their fingers in her mouth and she understood they wanted to cum in her mouth, she opened it, and apparently they all jerked off in front of her snouts and released their milk there. Fuck Carmen, she surprised me more and more. We said goodbye to Rafi, the little bastard took the opportunity to really touch her buttocks, just like I caught him doing it, he smiled at me and we both laughed.
– What mother-in-law did you do with the “Japanese”?
– What do you want me to say? They spent more time taking pictures, and pictures, and pictures, than of their cock going in, than of their cock coming out, from here, from there. They made me pee.
– Pee? And how did you understand them?
– They made strange gestures and brought me a basin from the bathroom, and I understood.
– Damn! We forgot to ask for an extra, we'll have to think about the pee option.
– Ha, ha, ha… you already look Catalan looking at the money, ha, ha, ha…
– Are we going to eat mother-in-law?
– Yes, dear, let's go.
– Carmen, the affection thing, look, it's acceptable, I've even started to like you, but for God's sake, don't call me darling, okay?
– Okay, don’t be like that, honey, I won’t call you honey anymore, okay.
– You are beyond help, ha, ha, ha… but don’t call me darling.
– Okay, honey, since Cari is so cute, why don’t you like me calling you Cari?
– Carmen, let’s not start, because it’s one of those cheesy things your daughter told me, and let’s not talk about it anymore, don’t call me cari, I don’t like it.
– Oh! Okay, okay.
TO BE CONTINUED
