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Max stares at his phone screen for a few minutes. The boy isn't a great techie and has to try things one or two more times before he gets the hang of it.
In short, the boy wastes several minutes figuring out how to pay for videos.
At 30 minutes past 9 pm, a car pulls up outside the house. Minutes later, Alondra opens the front door and enters the house. She leaves her keys in the hall and, as she sighs, throws her handbag on the opposite side, onto a chair.
When Alondra finishes sighing, she looks up and finds Max sitting on the sofa in the living room.
A subtle smile forms on Alondra's lips, and she slowly approaches the living room, unbuttoning her blouse. —"How was your day.?"— She asks as she gets closer to Max.
The boy doesn't take his eyes off his phone screen and barely responds between murmurs. —"Good."—
The woman ends up unbuttoning every button on her blouse in front of the boy, revealing a red lace bra, but Max barely pays attention to her presence.
The lady notices the frown on the boy's face and she asks curiously: —"What are you doing.?"— Max raises his face for a few seconds to look at his mother, but seconds later he sees his cell phone screen again: —"I just earned $400 with an app."—
—"Wow!! Really.?"—Alondra comments, and her disbelief sounds like mockery, since she, as a sales assistant, earns $35 an hour and must stand, smiling, and serving customers for more than seven hours a day. To earn $350, and to earn the $400, she must have at least an hour of overtime. .
Seeing Max sitting, watching TV, and playing with his cell phone in the comfort of the living room receiving $400, Alondra can't help but use some sarcasm in her voice.
—"Theoretically, I have $400, but I don't understand how they're charging me."— The boy says, somewhat confused, scratching his head as he squints at his phone screen.
—"Let's see if it's really the $400 you're talking about."— Alondra comments, asking Max for his phone to check if this is true or if the boy is just lying.
—"Okay."— Max said before handing his phone to his mother.
—"By the way, have you had dinner.?"— The woman asks, and Max nods silently. —"Oh, can you heat up dinner for me.? "While I check your phone."—
—"Sure."— Max comments before getting up and going to the refrigerator in the kitchen.
Alondra realized it's a site for uploading paid content (videos, images, writing, etc.). It's technically impossible for Max to do this because of the tedious setup of the site, because the viewer pays to unlock each of the five available videos.
Each video is 10 minutes long, but they all have age restrictions. The interesting thing is that you have to pay for one of the first three videos, and that gives access to two hidden videos, but if you want to watch them, you have to pay.
In short, it's a win-win.
(The question is who did this for Max, because the boy can barely give likes and hearts to the pages and images he visits.) Alondra says in her mind and looks at the view counter..
The strange thing is that the counter is set for the number of visitors to the site per minute and it's between 8 and 10 viewers.
But the woman opens her mouth in disbelief when she realizes that the page was created just an hour ago.
With 480 viewers and after the profit distribution, Max has earned $960. —"Shit."— she comments aloud.
—"What's up, Mom.?"— Max asks from the kitchen when he hears the lady's scream.
—"Oh, it's nothing, I just realized how late it is to shower."— Alondra comments, throwing the phone onto the couch. —"It's ready, and I'm going to take a quick shower, then I'll have some dinner, and you can wait for me if you want to watch a movie."— With that, she throws away her high heels at the edge of the stairs.
Alondra climbs the stairs barefoot and upon reaching the second floor, she throws her blouse to the floor and grabs her skirt, threatening to take it off at any moment.
She looks back, but there's no sign of Max, so she ends up puckering her mouth and saying out loud: —"What a disappointment with this guy."— But this doesn't discourage the lady, and she immediately formulates a new plan in her mind. With this now idea, she walks toward her bedroom with a smile on her lips.
Upon entering her bedroom, Alondra goes straight to the closet and takes out a sheer white negligee. Then she checks her panty drawer and grabs a white thong with a floral print. She doesn't look for a bra to match; today her tits have total freedom, before she turns and goes to the shower.
Max finished heating dinner and upon returning to the living room, he looked for his mother, but she was nowhere to be seen. "She went to shower," he said in his mind, and the boy sat back down on the couch.
Maximus had no plans to go out tonight. His suitcase for the trip to Grandma's house was packed. The boy turned on the TV and began searching the streaming service for possible movies to watch.
The boy had barely begun searching the action movie catalog when his cell phone screen flashed a couple of times with a peculiar ringtone,."Sweet Home Alabama.." A smile spread across Max's lips, as he hummed the fragment of the song announcing Jasmine's message.
Max stared at his cell phone screen for a few seconds, but he didn't check the message and continued searching for a movie his mother might like, but the phone screen flashed again, playing the song again. "Sweet Home Alabama." But with a different artist, this time the message is from his second sister, Emily.
The messagetone doesn't finish playing when the same song, "Sweet Home," plays again, but now in an cappella version. This time it's from his other sister and the oldest of the three: Valeria.
A message from Valeria is very strange. She's married and lives with her husband on the other side of the city in one of those high-end neighborhoods.
This time Max lets go of the TV remote, and when he's about to grab his phone, the song stops playing and changes to a Blink-182 song, "Miss You." This time the message is from his older brother, Roberto Jr, He is also already married and his sister-in-law is called Gladys..
Max immediately takes the phone in his fingers and looks at the screen. The message is short: <
Just as the boy is about to answer, Alondra's voice comes from the second floor: —"Max, what the hell happened at that restaurant.? I already have more than 5 calls and several messages waiting, and even your grandmother is calling me. She's asking about a fight, and I have no idea what to answer."— Alondra screams furiously. She's wrapped in a towel, and before continuing her interrogation, the woman notices she has shampoo in her hair and better go back to the shower..
Max doesn't have to investigate to find out which video his mother is referring to, and what his family is asking about, so he opens one of the social media apps.
In short, his user profile had exploded, receiving countless messages, mentions, tags, reposts, likes, and favorites, to the point where the counter froze. Among the messages are friends and family, but among them all, a mention of the hunter association stands out..
>>We need to talk.<< The message was short but very meaningful to the people who know what's behind the hunter association, but we're talking about Max. This is just a random message from someone and nothing more.
Alondra is back, wearing a sheer white negligee with a patterned thong. As she goes down the stairs, she says, —"Don't go."— With that, the lady walks toward the kitchen.
Max's eyes dart from side to side, flitting back and forth between her spongy butt, the one she boasts about so much and Alondra is extremely proud of.
The lady stops and looks back, taking the boy by surprise. Max's mouth is open, which makes the lady smile with a certain pride.
Reinforcing her theory, because in this life, a good butt never fails, while the lady enjoys her dinner, Max responds to messages from her four brothers and father, then to her other relatives, and finally to her friends.
It was strange to call those guys friends, because you know they're there, but they never talk to you, and today they decided to talk to you.
Time passes and Alondra finishes dinner, but Max continues answering messages.
—"Don't let fame go to your head. You should always keep your feet on the ground or talk to people who don't care about your fame.."— Alondra says with a bright smile, pointing at herself.
The woman is holding a bottle of Argentine red wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. Then the woman adds:— "Your grandmother is also, and that woman will never care how much money you have."— With that, the woman hands one of the glasses to Max while she pours his own.
—"I really wanted to celebrate your birthday today, but I'm too tired to celebrate, and my whole body hurts."— With that, the woman drinks her wine, finishing it all in one gulp.
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—"Okay,. "— Alondra says, spinning around, looking for a place to put the bottle and glass in her hands, finding a table on one of the sofas next to her.
The woman leisurely walks over to the nightstand and leans forward, her spongy butt and the shortness of her negligee showing off the roundness of her buttocks.
Max can effortlessly see not only her ass, but also how tiny her thong is, how the fabric disappears between both of her butt cheeks, and, most importantly, a portion of the cave's spongy, pink skin.
At that precise moment, Alondra looks back, catching the boy by surprise again. But unlike any normal boy who shifts his gaze to the other side, this time Max behaves differently, so differently that he holds his gaze on Alondra's butt while asking and showing his glass. —"Give me some."—
Alondra first looks at her backside and the moment she sees Max, she displays a subtle and provocative smile on her lips: —"Of course I'll give you some."— Then she holds up the bottle and adds, while pouring wine into her own glass: —"But I'm not going to give you wine, I need you 100%."— This comment sparks Max's curiosity and he looks closely at his mother.
—"You know, today the head of marketing made a comment to me that blew my mind. As is a normal comment, at first I didn't pay much attention and let it go as if it were nothing, but 5 minutes later my colleagues also asked me the same thing. Not only them, but also different women in the sales department, reception, human resources, and also the advertising women. I'm talking about certified models endorsed by the brand."—
Alondra pauses and takes a breath, then simply finishes her second glass of wine. As she pours the third glass, the woman continues: —"They all asked me if I had any kind of surgery on my face, like a facelift, a retouch, or something like that." —
The woman pauses again to finish her third glass, and when she's finished, she leaves the glass next to the half-empty bottle: —"In total, there were 25 women who asked me the same thing. That would pique anyone's curiosity, so I started doing a little research. First, I ran to the bathroom to check my face."—At this point, the woman pauses tactically, trying to pique Max's interest, but the boy immediately reaches for his phone.
This prompted Alondra to approach the sofa, grab the phone from the boy's hands, and place it next to the bottle. The woman then continues her speech:— "Do you have no idea how many hours it takes me to discard creams, infusions, treatments, and even the hours at my daughter-in-law Gladys's spa?"—Max simply shakes his head in silence, because if the boy were to speak at this moment, his mother would be capable of slapping him in the face a couple of times.
—"Anyway, I've come up with a hypothesis that I must confirm tonight."— With that, Alondra approaches the couch with an irresistible proposal: —"My plan is this: One: You can give me a massage to reduce the tension in my arm and leg muscles while you explain what the hell happened at that restaurant. Or two: We'll watch any movie you like."—
As you can see, this is a classic, yet effective trick question, where she lays out her needs or Max lays out his.
Max is seconds away from choosing the movie and had even picked up the TV remote, but just at that moment, Alondra makes a sour face, twists her mouth in disgust, and places both hands on her waist, while giving off a threatening glare and letting out several snorts like a bull about to leave the ring.
So Max must choose the first option, no matter what, and without debate.
The guy ends up throwing the TV remote to the other side of the couch, showing the free space next to him with both hands and patting the couch cushion several times: —"Come on, it's time for the massage."— Immediately bringing a big smile to Alondra's face.
The 45-year-old woman, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a subtle smile, stands in the middle of the rlivin oom, showing off her voluptuous and well-cared-for body, adorning her figure with a sheer white negligee and only a white thong underneath.
Max's response to the sensual sight was instantaneous, with a large bulge in the middle of his crotch begging to come out of his pants and a dryness in his throat.
The boy immediately got up from the couch, exposing his erection to the lady's view as he cleared his throat.
—"Wow, you're really lively."— She said it jokingly, but her gaze never left the bulge, which seemed irresistible, to the point where Alondra took a few steps forward, shortening the distance between them, and brought both hands to the button on his waistband.
But right in the middle of the walk, she stopped her hands. "Good heavens, I look like a schoolgirl." With that, the lady continued on her way, passing Max and walking to the couch. She lay down face down, saying to the boy. —"Whenever you want, start."—
Max takes off his shirt and then moves his hands to his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. As he approaches the couch, the peach scent coming from her body is abundant, so abundant that it saturates the living room with its smell. His normal vision automatically switches to thermal vision, easily finding the hot spots on Alondra's body.
The tension points are white, and when Max touches them, Alondra's body relaxes. However, there are other points with different colors, and their effects can vary.
⚪ Tension
🔴 Lust
🟠 Pain
After several minutes of experimentation, Max focused only on the white spots on Alondra's body, causing the woman to relax her tension until it was almost nonexistent.— "Good heavens, your fingers are magical. You should talk to Gladys about your contract."— Max just smiles and shakes his head, since working at his sister-in-law Gladys's spa isn't in his plans yet.
The guy begins touching the red dots on her hip, causing Alondra to fall completely silent and melt into the couch.
After finishing with the red dots on her hip, Max runs his fingers under the woman's arms, then to the sides, outlining her figure. At this point, Alondra raises her head and tries to look at Max.
This movement from the woman was like a kind of signal to Max, because he immediately took his penis out of his boxers with one hand and then moved the fabric of his thong aside. When the woman felt Max move the thong aside. She didn't say anything and just buried her face against the couch cushion, preparing her body for what was next.
—"I've been waiting for this all day."— Max says through gritted teeth, holding and guiding the tip of his shaft toward the entrance of the cave, where its edges were already filled with nectar, so wet the fabric of the thong.
Max took the time to play for a moment, sliding the tip of his shaft up and down over the pink entrance.
After a few seconds of play, Alondra raises her face and says in disgust, —"What are you waiting for.?"— As she tries to turn her face and look at Max.
Max smiles and outlines his shaft just a few inches from the cave. Then the guy raises himself slightly and presses both hands on the woman's back. —"Mmmnn!"— She moans loudly, while the guy thrusts his hips, causing his shaft to slide into her insides.
With a smooth motion, Max pushes his shaft until his balls collide against the fleshy ass, When the balls touch her skin.—"Ohhh!"— Alondra lets out another long moan.
When she finishes moaning, Max takes this as a cue and slowly retracts his hips, sliding his hands down each side of her breast, searching between the soft skin of her breasts for the woman's nipples. Although Alondra lifts her breast to make it easier for the boy's hands to reach her, Max never finds what he's looking for. He simply gropes her breasts, touching every red spot on her skin until he's sick of it.
Max keeps thrusting his hips, touching every red spot on Alondra's body, to the point where the woman moans and writhes like a worm in a hot pan.
Alondra goes completely crazy and screams. —"Get off."— At first, Max ignores her and continues thrusting his hips, increasing her madness. —"Get off, get off."— she repeats several times until she gets annoyed. —"I'm telling you to get off."— finally getting the boy off her back.
When Max finally gets up, Alondra takes a few seconds to stand up and immediately orders: —"Sit down."— With that, Max immediately sits back down on the couch, while Alondra slides both straps of the negligee over her shoulders, causing the garment to fall to the floor.
Revealing her upper body, she exposes her beautiful "D" size breasts to the boy. While she kneads them with both hands, Alondra says with some pride.—"Damn brat, now I'll show you how it's done."—
Max, in response, lowers his boxers to his ankles and tosses them to the side.
Seeing this movement, Alondra smiles and, with both hands, slides her thong down to her knees. She then drops it and, with her feet, throws it to the opposite side next to the TV.
With that done, Alondra simply straddles his lap, guiding his shaft toward her cavern with her hand while slowly lowering her hips.
When everything is ready, she begins to intensely grind her hips again and again. —"Oh, my God."— She moans loudly, and while she rests both hands on Max's neck, they exchange kisses with passion and abandon.
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