Antonio the Truck Driver and his Mother-in-Law, on the Road. [3]

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– 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.

Antonio the truck driver and his mother-in-law, on the road. 3

We ate so much that all we wanted to do was take a nap, then get a taxi and head to the hotel. As soon as we got to our room, we both stripped down and lay down on the bed. Damn, Antonio, this is life, I told myself. It's worth it to take the mother-in-law out for a bitch, although the truth is, that wasn't my intention in the morning. I was just feeling stupid about falling in love and wanted to enjoy it myself, but look, the circumstances turned out like this. 1,800 euros gross, because you have to deduct the room and expenses, like the food—which, damn, they charged us 100 euros, but honestly, I paid them happily; it wasn't a bad morning. Who would have told me this trip would turn out like this?

Amid these thoughts, I fell asleep, as did Carmen. We woke up in the middle of the afternoon. The sound of the shower woke me up. Carmen was showering. I called the union and Mercabarna to see how the strike was going. We'd know something first thing tomorrow morning. They told me we could access the premises starting at 5:00 a.m. and that at 10:00 they'd give notice as to whether the strike was continuing or not. Anyway, tomorrow we'll have to go check on the truck's refrigerators. Oh well, fuck the fruit, the strike isn't my fault, let the insurance pay. I went to the shower to soap up my mother-in-law.

She was in the bubble bath, the Jacuzzi. Lying back, relaxed, she was massaging her arms and legs; they were like gentle, sensual caresses rather than massages. She saw me and smiled. That naughty, naughty, slutty smile, full of kinkiness, with her tits floating among the bubbles, got me hard. What came next was sublime, nothing like the way and form of fucking I was used to.

She made me get into the tub backwards, started massaging my feet, and ugh! She started kissing and licking them, fuck! I'd never had this done before. At the same time, with her legs intertwined with mine, she was masturbating my cock with her feet. She turned around, sitting as she was in the jacuzzi, and pressed her back against my chest and cock. I grabbed her tits, and in the water, she caressed my cock with her ass, until it slowly began to enter her pussy. The fucking was slow, she was in control. I tried to move, but she forced me to stay still, and I, enthralled as I was with her and the situation, let her.

She moved her hips in circles, which made my cock move in circles inside her pussy, touching places that gave her and me great pleasure. She came with my cock inside her, squeezing her in a way she'd never had before. Her vagina felt like it was sucking my cock in, and I came. I asked her if that was what the Swiss girl had taught her, and she said yes.

We were both sitting in the water, and I was holding her close. I held onto her breasts. What a pleasure it was to caress those udders in my hands! I felt them, giving her nipples little pinches that made her moan, like a kitten. I kissed her neck, her ears, her armpits. She guided my head to this spot, her armpits. It would never have occurred to me to lick a woman's armpits, and the truth is, I loved doing it to her; she enjoyed it too.

She stood up in front of me, her pussy level with my head. Instinctively, my mouth went to her sex, and I began to suck it out. With her fingers, she parted her vaginal lips and offered me the pleasure point as a delicacy. I began to suck it out desperately, but she stopped me and set the slow, deep rhythm until she came in my mouth again. I was in a daze, masturbating while I did all this to her.

What really surprised me was when she started peeing on my face. She squirted while holding her pussy lips apart. I didn't know what to do, only what the seductive softness of her words was telling me to do; I was mesmerized by her. I kissed her pussy just as she asked, and when she suddenly turned around, spread her ass cheeks, and faced my lips with her asshole, I knew exactly what I had to do. I spent a while eating her ass while she guided my fingers into her pussy. I came again.

When we finished playing in the jacuzzi, she got up and took a shower.

– Hey Antonio, there’s a sea here in Barcelona, we could go swimming tomorrow.

– Well, that wouldn't be bad, but we should go take a look at the truck first, since they might have called off the strike and we should leave.

– Oh no! I don't want this moment I'm living to ever end.

– The truth is that you are comfortable if

– Antonio…

- That?

– Do you love me a little?

– How could I not love her? I swear, I've never been so comfortable in my life.

– Thanks, dear

– Carmen, if you call me cari again, I promise that this will be the end of this.

– Oh! Don't be like that, it got away from me.

– Well, don't tell me that again, or I might get a slap in the face.

– Would you hit me?

– What a bad bitch Carmen is, how does she know that if she doesn't deserve it, she doesn't.

- I love you

Damn the bitch! I was already in love. But fuck! I look at her there, naked, lying on the bed, hugging my torso, and I can't think. The bitch has me captivated by her web.

We spent part of the afternoon in the hotel room, caressing each other and talking. She told me stories from her childhood, her youth, anecdotes, some of them funny, that made us laugh a lot. She told me how she cheated on her first boyfriend with her father, and how her grandmother caught them, swinging a broom at the father of the man who was supposed to be the man of her life. Fleeing from the blows, the man fell down the stairs with her grandmother and broke his leg, while her grandmother did nothing.

We decided to get dressed, and Carmen said that it was necessary to go to a store to buy clothes; she couldn't walk around in that denim miniskirt and T-shirt anymore, even stained with semen.

We went out and found a boutique nearby. It was a very posh shop; when we entered, everyone looked a little skeptical. We were served by a very hot woman who pretended to be friendly. Carmen didn't beat around the bush and told her she wanted to try on a red dress that was in the window. I walked her to the fitting room and nearly died when I saw it on her. Spectacular, the dress reached mid-thigh, draped loosely around her waist, and hugged her body and breasts even more tightly, making them appear tighter, increasing the volume of her cleavage. If my mother-in-law was already busty, her breasts seemed even bigger and well positioned. The dress looked wonderful on her. She tried on some red high heels that complemented the uniform of a true posh mature whore. She also bought a simpler, lighter white linen dress, which she left on. It also looked wonderful on her, although backlit, it was transparent, and you could clearly see how naked she was underneath.

The posh whore's uniform wasn't cheap, but she was happy with her purchase, and that was fine with me. There was a beauty salon in the same hotel; she went in to ask. She came out, gave me the bags with the clothes, and told me to wait for her in the room in an hour and a half; she was going to the hairdresser. I took the bags to the room and went for a walk. I eventually went into a nearby bar; it was very hot, and it was seven in the evening. I read a few newspapers; I'm not exactly a newspaper reader; most of what I learn comes from the bus radio. The country's transport strike was on the front page, the borders were blocked, and pickets were immobilizing the few trucks that were moving.

Here in Barcelona, there are very strange people. I think there are fewer Catalans of all kinds. In fact, we had hardly ever met any Catalans. This was like the UN; we were the Moors and Andalusians the most, and a lot of Extremadurans. There were also those faded blacks and blacks, it looked like Amsterdam. I've been there several times with the truck and the same herd swarms around. I personally like this diversity of people. A brunette approached me, with a good front, she attacked me very openly, so I assumed she was a whore. I asked her how much, and she gave me the prices. I was amazed at how cheap it was. She asked me, fifty for a blowjob and one hundred for a full body, half an hour, an hour, two hundred euros. I could fuck her in the ass without extra charge, and she wouldn't swallow cum even if you paid. I told her it was great. She said no, not very good, very bad. I asked her why. He asked me why he wasn't eating a donut, I told him if he wanted something to eat I'd treat him to a croissant, he slapped me and left.

I was tired of waiting, and there was still half an hour left, but I was going to head back to the hotel room and wait for my mother-in-law there. I didn't understand anything. I paid the waiter for my beer, three euros, with a five-euro bill, and the guy came and gave me forty-seven euros. I told him in all honesty that I thought he'd made a mistake with the change. He apologized and gave me a fifty-euro bill. I didn't dwell on the mistake any further; I wanted to tell him, but the guy was so off his rocker that it seemed like he was bothered by my presence right there in front of him, so I decided to leave. Before leaving, I threw two euros into the slot machine at the exit, and a siren sounded. Two men surrounded me.

– Wow, what luck, with a coin he goes and wins the prize.

– How much is it?

– Don't you see, he's got five hundred euros, you see, the five sevens, and since he's playing for euros, well, five hundred euros. Now he has to keep hitting it, to collect.

– Damn! I don't have a fucking clue about machines.

– Well, this is beginner's luck, ha ha ha, you could buy a beer for the advice ha ha ha…

– Sure man, order it, I'll treat you to it, and order one for me, while I count these coins.

While we were drinking our beers, which were four each, the man explained to me that a guy had previously put more than five hundred euros into the machine and it hadn't given him anything. He'd put in twenty to try, and that he didn't get anything either. He told me this so I could see what luck is. I've seen it before, just as I've seen colleagues who have been unfortunate because of these slot machines.

We said goodbye and I decided to go wait for Carmen in the hotel room.

The hotel also had a bar, and I didn't know it. Staying in a hotel and not knowing its bar is like going to Lourdes and not visiting the grotto. I went to the bar. I'd already had a few beers, and I'm not used to drinking; my job doesn't allow it. I'm a truck driver, even though I'm playing the hooligan now. Hooligans are usually drinkers; that put me on their level, set me apart from the other hooligans because my whore, besides being my mother-in-law, was the hottest whore of all the whore-in-laws ever, and I let the waitress know so she'd know.

I think the beer they had at the bar was tainted. The waitress was giving me a dirty look, as if she were restrained. I had to laugh my head off looking at her face. The girl must have been upset that I was laughing, because a man dressed as a penguin came over and asked me to behave myself, saying this was a serious place. I decided to leave so as not to cause trouble.

I went up to the room, and Carmen still hadn't arrived. I lay down on the bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, I found a note that said, "I'm out, I'll be back in a bit." Holy shit. Where did she go? What do I do, wait for her or go find her? Shit! I could have woken up.

While I was urinating I heard the bedroom door.

– Honey, are you here?

– I'm pissing, Carmen

– Well, shake it well when you're done, and if you run it under the tap, it won't hurt either.

When I went out and saw her, I couldn't tell if I was still drunk or sleeping and dreaming. Holy mother! Yes, holy mother! What a hottie she brought into the world, I wish I had a hundred times over. I found Carmen wearing the dress she'd bought, with her hair cut in a modern posh punk style, with red and blue highlights, she looked like a Barça boss. She was fully made up and gorgeous. The dress was stunning; her slender figure was evident, and those high heels made her look taller, almost as tall as me. Honestly, she looked stunning.

– Gosh Carmen, a little more and I don't know her.

– Do you like it? They did it really well, and besides, don't I look younger?

– She's a real mother-in-law, now she's like a posh, modern-day whore like the ones you see on TV. Gorgeous.

– Thanks darling, here it is, it’s time.

– Four hundred and fifty euros?

– Yes, what the gentleman from the Christopher Columbus suite paid me.

– Have you had sex with him?

– Yes, of course. What did you want me to do? You were asleep and I couldn't wake you up.

– And how did that happen?

"We met in the elevator. He told me how beautiful and fit I was, that he'd give his life to be with a woman like me. I told him if he gave me three hundred euros, he'd have me for an hour, and he told me the room number. I came to tell you, but there was no way I could wake you up."

– But why four hundred and fifty?

– You see, the old man. Well, he's a gentleman, a gentleman, older, about seventy years old, but with a cock, wow! Bigger than yours, and you can't imagine how vigorous the old man is. An hour wasn't enough, and we spent an hour and a half fucking, four hundred and fifty euros.

– Okay, okay, wow, you're really into this job, I like it.

– The old man is also a truck driver, well he has trucks, he doesn't drive them, he told me he has 150.

– What a bluff, TRANSRAMIRO alone has one hundred and fifty trucks.

– The man's name is Ramiro

– Damn, whatever that is, you've screwed the guy who owns the most trucks in the country. If we'd known that before, we would have asked for more.

– He told me he's here about the truck strike, that he has a meeting with a minister tomorrow, and that if not, he'd pay me and fuck me all night.

– Less wolves, the old man doesn't fuck all night

– I don't know, but he fucked me twice without pulling out and he came both times, and the mother of all people made me cum three times. What a dick he's got, and if he's such a tough guy when he's old, I can't imagine him when he's young, for God's sake!

– Fuck the old man

With that hottie at my side, it was hard to control my cock, but we decided to go out anyway. We went out, and I can swear on my dead that every guy was staring at her. I walked proudly beside her, she was holding my arm, and I was showing off my hotness.

– Let's take a taxi to the casino for dinner.

– I hope there’s dancing! I’m really looking forward to dancing!

– With this dress, what she's going to do is get them to dance on top of some dick, ha, ha, ha…

– Oh, I look pretty? I've wasted my life! My husband sees me like this and kills me. Well, not now, he doesn't even know who I am sometimes. I'm so fed up! And having found out that people pay to fuck me, he'll go straight to a nursing home the moment he gets there. All my life, whether the skirt is too short, that this neckline is too visible, that I shouldn't go out unless it's with him or one of my daughters. What a shitty life I've had up until now!

– The jealous uncle, and of course since you are so hot, he is afraid of losing you.

– How foolish I have been

– Do you like being a whore?

– It's not that I like it, it's just that it's good money, and it's just a good way to spread your legs for a while.

– Hey, that lump won’t go down. Are you still hot?

– You're driving me crazy, mother-in-law, how could I not be horny with how hot you are?

– Thanks darling, you do understand me.

We got into a taxi that took us to the Barcelona casino. It was breathtaking. An overflow of luxury and refinement, even too much for me; I didn't feel comfortable with all the ostentation. After entering, we went to the restaurant. Everyone stared at Carmen; even those who didn't know her would greet her. There was a dinner with a show, just as the hotel receptionist had informed me. We sat at a table set up by the waiter. It was nice.

We let the guy dressed as a penguin come to take the photo advise us. He was a very kind guy, especially to my mother-in-law, who kept smiling at her and recommending seafood, Mediterranean lobster, because it was the most expensive option. If she'd followed suit, I would have killed her at that moment. Was I getting jealous? They say jealousy is a lover's disease. Damn it, I wondered if I was falling in love, I started thinking. Thank goodness the penguin left and she looked at me again and smiled. She looked so damn beautiful in the lights of that garden, surrounded by flowers and greenery, with music playing in the background. Holy crap! I'd never seen her so beautiful. This new, posh, modern-day slut look suited her perfectly.

I have to admit that the huge amount we got for dinner was worth it. Everything was delicious, and the cava was so delicious that we drank three bottles between the two of us. The band was playing some upbeat, disco-like music, and Carmen started dancing. I'm very awkward at these dancing things, and I watched from the table as my mother-in-law moved.

Just watching the damn thing move made my dick hard. Holy crap! Did my mother-in-law really know how to dance that well? I never knew about that skill of hers, not even when I was dating her daughter. Those high heels slimmed her legs and made her ass so perky that, damn! Who doesn't get a hard-on? Plus, with that sheer dress, you could see all her flesh, and I even saw her pussy in one of her dance moves. Since the bitch wasn't wearing any panties, she went ahead and showed off her ass to everyone.

I noticed she had a lot of admirers, and soon after, they were all flies. This was already pissing me off a little, and I got even more pissed off seeing how she started smiling at a guy with his hair greased and a tie, who started dancing next to her and talking to her, both of them smiling a lot. At that moment, I would have stood up and slapped him so hard that only his tie would have stayed in place. The thing is, I saw Carmen coming toward the table, and the guy left, otherwise I'd have messed things up.

– Honey, that guy told me that if I go to his room to have sex, he'll give me five hundred euros. He says we'll be there for an hour, an hour and a half.

– Damn! We'll have it for dinner. I wanted to get up now and give him two slaps.

- Because?

– Because I thought it bothered her

– If only she would dance next to me. Aa ...

– It's not that, mother-in-law, Barcelona is very dangerous, it's full of separatists

– Are the separatists dangerous?

– That's what they say, I don't know, but just in case.

– Well, what do I do?

– Do you want to go fuck? It has to be you. If you want to go, you go.

– Look, the man isn’t bad at all, and it’s five hundred euros.

– Well, let him pay before he goes up and bring me the money. Tell me which room he's in. Tell him if he's not here in an hour and a half, I'll come up and beat the shit out of him all the way to Cadiz.

– Oh, how are you? Okay, I'll tell him.

The thing is, he brought me the five hundred euros and left. He was in the Rambla suite. If he stayed longer, I'd pay him back. And if I fucked him well, I'd give him a good tip, that's what he told me.

Fuck my mother-in-law. I was really looking forward to having fun with her today, so I was just hanging around. To avoid getting bored watching people dance, I went to the arcade to kill time.

I started playing a machine that no one in China understood. I'd put coins in it, and it would swallow them and do nothing. I was like an idiot, sitting there staring at the screen that did nothing. A woman noticed I had no fucking idea how it worked and came over to explain it to me. It turned out I had to pull a lever to make the reels spin, and I, like an idiot, thought that lever was for hanging a jacket or a bag, an umbrella, whatever.

The woman's name was Juliana, and without asking her anything, she told me half her life, that she was a widow, that she lived, I don't remember anymore, that she liked coming to the casino because she was bored at home, and that this machine would surely give me something, and that if it bothered her, she could just stand and watch me play. A waitress passed by, and I asked for a whiskey. Since I'm polite to a lady, even if she's a mature millionaire, I told her I'd buy her one, and she accepted.

The seemingly millionairess kept talking nonstop, and with all the whiskey and alcohol I'd had, I started laughing at every bit of nonsense the woman was telling me. Seeing that I was having fun, she kept talking nonstop. I also kept hitting the lever, and I was getting fed up. Suddenly, I realized that every time I pulled the lever, my elbow was brushing against her breasts. I must have been doing that for a while, brushing against her tits, without realizing it, until I noticed her hand rest on my leg, her fingers getting closer and closer to my package.

Since I hadn't been paying much attention to the woman, I thought I'd check her out. She wasn't bad, nothing like my mother-in-law, although she was perhaps a little younger. But between one thing and another, my dick got really tight again. I had to lift my butt off the seat and tuck it into my pants so it wouldn't hurt. She saw this as consent, ready to stick her whole hand straight into my package.

– Wow! What a cock you have, boy, that's something to celebrate.

- The fact that?

– Your cock is like this, if you want, I'll suck it for a hundred euros.

– You're wrong, Julia. I don't pay to fuck, on the contrary, I charge.

– Wow, what a disappointment, so you're also in the trade.

– No, ma'am, I'm a truck driver. It's just that I travel with my mother-in-law, and she's a whore, and she's currently having sex in a room.

– Do you fuck your mother-in-law?

– Well, when I can, yes, but it takes a long time to explain.

– Well, since we're colleagues, I'm not going to charge you anything. You don't charge me and I don't charge you. We'll have a little sex in the restroom. Do you fancy it?

– Looking at it like that, it's perfect for me.

– Come, follow me

Thank goodness I followed her and left that slot machine, since the motherfucker had already screwed me fifty euros with that stupid lever. We headed toward a restroom and, careful not to be seen, entered a diaper-changing room. These rooms, more for changing children than for changing diapers, seem to me to be made for fucking, so you always end up fucking there.

As soon as she got in, she wanted to see my cock, I took it out, and she immediately started sucking it. While I was fucking her mouth, she started to pull out her tits and ended up jerking me off with her tits. Fuck, the whore, and I mean it perfectly, was good at it. She made me sit on the toilet bowl and climbed on top of my cock. Then I saw she was an experienced whore; the bitch also knew how to perform squeezing contractions with her pussy, and it felt like her vagina was sucking my cock and absorbing it. Fucking pleasure! I got up from the toilet with her skewered on my cock. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started snogging me at the same time. I pinned her against the wall and started frantically thrusting into her. The mixture of the salivary flavors of the whiskey, mixed with the seafood, the minty scent of some gum the girl must have been chewing, and the fucking perfume she was wearing almost made me throw up.

It was my cock she spewed, and quite a bit of it, I was loaded. Since my erection didn't go down, the chick got off my cock, turned her back to me, and asked me to stick it in her ass, which I did. The position was better, so I could avoid her mouth and her breath, although mine was probably just as disgusting or worse. Standing there, I started going at her, and I gave her quite a bit, at the same time spanking her because I could see she liked it after I had let one smack slip by her.

I was used to Pepita's ass and spanking her every time I fucked her, which was why my hand slipped. She kept asking me to hit her hard, but I calmed down when I saw that her butt was already completely red. I came all over her buttocks, spreading my semen over them like moisturizer. I thought it might relieve some of the sting from the spanking.

She wanted, no matter what, to clean my cock under the sink faucet. When she saw that my cock was still hard, she wanted to suck it again and have me put it back in her, but I told her there was enough, that I should save some for my mother-in-law. She laughed.

We left the restroom, and I headed toward the bar. Carmen had been up there with the guy with the slicked-back hair for over an hour and a half. She wouldn't be long in coming, and she did, smiling brighter and more radiant than ever. When she saw me, she ran up to me, happy and laughing.

– Hello mother-in-law, how did it go?

– Honey, the tips are for me, since I earn them, okay?

– Okay, did they give you a lot of money?

– Five hundred euros and he also gave me a hell of a fuck.

- Oh.

– Oh! These Catalans have big cocks, the old man from the hotel, this guy, and the way they fuck, if it weren't for the fact that he's married, I'd have caught him, even though he's young.

– And how do you know he’s Catalan?

– Because he told me he's an independence supporter. Ah! They're not dangerous, you see.

– But he’s young to be her boyfriend.

– Look, you're younger and we're already dating.

– You and I are dating? Since when?

– Well, since we slept together

– If all the guys she's slept with were her boyfriends, she'd have a bus full by now, ha ha ha…

– But you love me, I know it, I can see it in your eyes, and if I say you're my boyfriend, you're my boyfriend.

– Okay, if you're excited about me being your boyfriend, then I'll be your boyfriend.

– You see how you want to be my boyfriend.

– I didn’t say this, eh.

– Your eyes do say it

– And here we go, again with my eyes

– You have very pretty ones, you are the most handsome boyfriend of all the boyfriends who have ever existed and will ever exist.

– You’re shooting vinegar, ha, ha, ha, but I like it. Where do you want to go now?

– I don't know, there's a man over there who winked at me.

– Damn mother-in-law, you don’t stop, huh? Do you want to start bitching again?

– Well, this man isn't bad either, you'll see, turn around discreetly.

I turned around and saw the typical handsome guy from a toothpaste ad laughing and showing his pearly whites to Carmen. I caught him in the act, and the guy tried to hide it and immediately looked away. I also looked away, but I turned around suddenly, and I caught him looking back and smiling, showing the whiteness of his teeth to my mother-in-law. He looked away and left. To be honest, I wasn't in the mood for Carmen to start bitching about me again. The bitch, five hundred euros tip, really.

– Carmen, what if we go to this bar that the troubadour said has a good atmosphere and he also plays guitar there a bit?

– Okay, yeah, I like it, come on. Do you know where it is?

– I have it written down here “SATANASA” I’m sure the taxi driver will know where it is and will take us.

– What a strange name

– It must be that language of yours, Catalan, who knows what it means, we'll find out.

- Come on.

TO BE CONTINUED.