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After confirming that the money in the account was real, Natasha's eyes turned red and watery. She was so overwhelmed with emotion that she felt a lump in her throat..
The farm is mortgaged, and the family's debts accumulate so easily that, technically, it's extremely difficult to raise money without making sacrifices along the way.
To the point that her husband and two children devised a plan called "10,000 in 6 months," where each one must contribute $10,000 over the next six months. This not only pays off the mortgage but also covers the interest for six months. This doesn't mean the debt is settled because there are still $2,000 left to pay, but the debt would be frozen in the bank.
Now, in just a few minutes, this guy has made a plan that had been devised for weeks and that everyone is racking their brains over completely obsolete.
Natasha is doing everything possible to avoid crying and trying to control her emotions. —"Auntie, are you okay.?"— Max's question makes Natasha raise her hand and silently ask for something with a few gestures.
Max understands these signals, but the boy opens his mouth anyway. Just as he's about to speak, Natasha says in a halting voice without lowering her hand: —"Just give me a few minutes."— Just at that moment, Max stammers, not knowing what to say. —"Oh, just..."—
Natasha's voice rises, letting out a loud scream: —"Just a few minutes."— After the scream, Natasha covers her mouth with her hand and turns around, then runs to the bathroom.
The moment she enters, the woman pushes the door with excessive force, causing it to slam shut.
Any other boy in Max's place would be scared and run to the door to ask Natasha what's wrong, what her problem was... The sudden slam of the door did take Max by surprise, but it wasn't strong enough to lift the boy or even move him from the bed.
This is not to say that Max doesn't care about his Aunt Natasha;; it's just that these kinds of issues don't bother him much. For Max, all his Aunt Natasha needs right now is his own space and enough time to sort through his emotions.
The boy looks at his phone screen again and types a few messages: like the 20% deposit agreed upon with Tommy, and other deposit messages, one for his grandmother and another for Alondra.
Seconds later, a notification arrives along with a call from the bank asking if he was the one making all these transactions.
In less than 5 minutes, the transactions amount to more than $500,000. Therefore, the bank needs to be sure that all the transfers were legitimate.
The support and security operator on the phone uses the call to inform Max that he should go to the nearest branch to receive a new card with a higher spending fund.
If he doesn't, Max will continue to receive these types of calls every time his bank transactions exceed $500,000.
Although he was tempted, Max didn't deposit anything to the women with whom he didn't have an orgasm—in this case, Tommy's girlfriend or her friend, nor to any of his three sisters or his cousin, Anna.
Max finishes his banking transactions and then checks his last few messages before checking his missed calls and voicemail.
After finishing all his pending matters, the boy is tempted to browse the internet and watch some pornography, but he remembers that everything he needs right now is in the bathroom.
Instead of knocking on the door and comforting his aunt, Max takes off his shirt along with his pants and boxers. The boy ends up throwing his clothes off the bed to the nearest side, leaving him completely naked on the bed.
Not satisfied with this, Max opens her legs, with one hand he grabs and plays with his genitals to the point of leaving his shaft erect like a spear looking at the sky, using his other hand as a pillow behind his head, the boy simply waits for his aunt to get out.
After 10 minutes inside, Natasha doesn't take long to come out and when she opens the door, the lady clears her throat and when she is about to speak, she ends up raising her eyes and looking for Max. —"I want to tell you....."—
Seeing what Max is doing on the bed leaves Aunt Natasha speechless. The boy's actions completely cut off her speech, and since it takes Natasha's neurons a few seconds to connect, she remains silent until she finally manages to react, asking the boy:
—"What...what are you doing?"—
Max doesn't respond to his aunt's question. He simply continues stimulating his shaft and slowly sliding his fingers across the entire surface of the club from bottom to top, once, twice, three more times. With an arrogant smile, the boy asks: —"What do you think.?"—
Natasha, with a fixed gaze, seems hypnotized by the slow movements of his fingers sliding over the surface of the hard, veiny flesh.
—"I... I see."— Natasha stutters, and without taking her eyes off the shaft, she moistens her lips twice in a row and adds. —"Because... because you have to do this specifically."— The woman points to the bed and continues. —"Don't you realize I'm sincerely trying to thank you for your help.?"— With that, Natasha's eyes constantly follow her fingers as they slide over the surface of the shaft.
Noticing this, Max's smile seems much more arrogant than at first. Still stimulating his shaft, the boy frowns. —"Thank me because you should."—
Max shrugs and makes a gesture of indifference. —"I don't care about a few hundred dollars.."— With that, the boy's gaze changes completely, and he sets his hunter's eyes on Natasha's body from her neck to her toes, stopping at the most striking parts: chest, abdomen, waist, hips, honey pot, and thighs.
During this time, both Max and Natasha remain silent.
The guy takes all the time he needs to examine every inch of skin, and Natasha proudly lifts all her assets, like her breasts and butt. She even spreads her legs so Max can get a better view of her honey pot and see a little more of her pink skin.
In that time, while Max is silently examining every piece of skin,
Natasha feels her whole body tremble, but not only that, her entire skin prickles, both nipples rise and become as hard as buttons, and she feels his nectar moisten every corner of her honey pot.
Her lips dry out, and after wetting them with her tongue, Natasha continues watching as Max slowly stimulates his shaft, and she lets out a gasp.
Max finishes examining his aunt's entire body. The boy comments with an look and smile arrogant. —"Because, Aunt... why should you be grateful for this noble gesture.? Aren't we family anymore.?"— With that, the boy grabs his hard shaft and points it at his aunt's body and he adds: —"But if you want to be so grateful, you can help your sweet nephew with something."—
Without a word, Natasha nods several times, while Max looks for his cell phone and takes advantage of the silence to explain to his aunt the making and selling of videos, the website, the cost of each video, packages, and finally, the idea of live broadcasts.
Max still isn't entirely sure about this, so he needs to do a couple of rehearsals, buy the right equipment, have a powerful but, above all, stable connection, but above all, meeting the right person to have sex with..
This avoids additional problems and countless questions.
As he looks up to continue explaining, Max realizes that his aunt isn't paying any attention to his words; her eyes are fixed on his shaft.
She listens, maybe yes, maybe not... Natasha pays attention... not at all... This is of no use to Max, If his aunt ends up forgetting everything, 5 minutes later.
The boy simply grabs his phone and starts his live broadcast: —"Auntie, come and help me with this."— With the phone camera on, Max points to his rock-hard shaft.
In response, Aunt Natasha took a couple of steps forward, almost reaching the bed before nodding a few times, and by the time she finished moving her head, she was already inches away from reaching Max.
The woman brings both hands to the shaft and holds it: —"Max, let your aunt help you with this."— She says this, but her hands are already moving around the hard shaft and his pair of balls.
Natasha plays a little with the balls and stimulates the hard, thick shaft by slowly sliding her fingers in several times, while her eyes never lose sight of her target and she lets out a gasp with each movement of her hand:
—"Good heavens, Max, this is hot.... so hot."— The lady says, leaning her face toward the shaft and adding. —"Let your Aunt Naty take care of cooling this off."—
Natasha moves her hands over the shaft a couple more times before placing her pink lips on the head and sucking it a couple more times. —"Oh my god, this is hard... so hard and so hot... very, very honry."— With that, Aunt Naty sucks and swallows the cock several times.
She slides her mouth over it and manages to cover the entire shaft with a thin layer of her saliva. —"Mnn."— the lady moans, as she continues to suck on the shaft several more times.
—"Mnn."— Aunt Naty moans tenderly as she removes the entire shaft from her mouth. —"Come on, Max, come on. Now you must lie down and let Aunt Naty help you with your problem."— She smiles without taking her eyes off the shaft.
As she finishes her words, Aunt Naty grabs and pulls both of Max's legs until the boy is completely lying on the bed and with both hands Aunt Naty grabs the shaft and while she slowly rides the boy's pelvis, she directs the tip of the shaft towards her honey pot.
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Natasha let out a long, deep sigh after sitting on Max's pelvis. She remained like that, not moving a single inch of her body, but her nectar runs between her thighs and stains not only his shaft of Max but also his balls and much of the sheets.
Natasha raises her face until her eyes look up at the ceiling and go completely blank, and her mouth opens in a silent O, while a trickle of saliva runs from the corner of her lips.
The woman remains in this position for several seconds, making a noise with her throat as her mouth opens, like a low-pitched wail.
Seconds later, it was as if Natasha's brain rebooted, and her body trembled with spasms simulating the start of the session. When the spasms began, her voice fell silent, and Natasha's body trembled silently.
Natasha's tremors were short and low-intensity, like poking her ribs with a Tiser. Nothing extreme, much less exaggerated.|
They were subtle and delicate, like sudden static discharges where her body moved subtly, accompanied by a sexy moan at the end of each movement.
As the orgasm ends, Natasha places both hands on the boy's chest. She uses this as support to raise her hips, sliding the shaft into her insides. When the woman's buttocks reach a certain height of between 5 and 6 inches, she drops the full weight of her buttocks onto Max's thighs.
"Clap" is heard as the skin of her buttocks hits the boy's thighs, but this is just the beginning because the woman immediately repeats the same action, raising and dropping her butt again. A clear and resounding "CLAP" is heard again.
And she repeats again: CLAP"
And repeat: CLAP"
And repeat: CLAP"
Natasha's butt falls onto Max's thighs again and again, while the woman's face is almost imperturbable, so focused on each action she performs, her brow furrowed, and occasionally she lets out a short moan from her pink lips.
This same image lasts for a few minutes until Natasha finally tires and returns to riding on his pelvis, but she doesn't stop her actions; she simply changes her position to a more relaxed one, and her body jolts on top of the boy's thighs.
She pushes her body forward and then her butt back like a seesaw while resting her knees on the bed and her hands on Max's chest.
The boy, for his part, looks at his cell phone screen before pushing it out of his way and trying to grab Natasha's hips, but the woman stops the boy's actions by grabbing both of his hands and pushing them delivering a couple of small slaps as punishment.
Max's face and mouth scrunch up in discomfort before refocusing and holding the cell phone, taking a better tape of Natasha's body. The boy discovers that there are barely 20 viewers watching the live broadcast.
After the punishment, Natasha moves her hands to her breasts, pressing and playing until she slides her fingers in and grabs each nipple. Then, she subtly pulls, squeezes, and twists each one, while her body bounces slightly, resting her bent legs on the bed.
Natasha never stops, continuing to move her hips and bounce slightly on her thighs, taking the shaft deep into her bowels.
When she tires, she leans forward until she's resting her body against Max's body and hugs him, while they exchange passionate kisses. —"I'm about to cum.—"Natasha announces in advance, causing Max to begin thrusting his hips in a flurry of intense penetrations... —"Oh my God!."— Natasha screams, as she cums with an explosive and abundant nectar from her orgasm.
When she finishes, she lies back, while both of the boy's hands grab Natasha's butt and Max continues slowly pushing his shaft into the honey pot. —"Okay, time to change positions.—" Max comments, patting his aunt's butt as a signal for her to stand up, and the woman immediately agrees.
Natasha stands up and turns her body, landing on all fours on the bed. But before Max can get close to her back, she lowers her chest to the bed and lifts her butt as if she were doing yoga. —"Come on, push hard."— Natasha says, smiling and looking back at the boy over her shoulder.
Max approaches and slaps Natasha's raised butt hard. Natasha's only reaction is to jerk her hips slightly before letting out a hiss accompanied by a provocative and mischievous smile. —"Sss-Ah."— Max finishes grabbing her hip and with his other hand brings the tip of his shaft closer to the honey pot before pushing hard all the way in.
Over the next two hours, Natasha was very proactive, always participating or suggesting positions to make her fuck more comfortable. During this time, the live stream averaged just 100 to 120 viewers. For Max, this represents a good starting point for his broadcasts, giving him a clearer idea of what he should and can improve.
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Upon returning home, Natasha took it easy, taking the required 40 minutes to arrive at 9:40 pm.
When they both entered the house, Grandma Olga and Anna were already waiting. After seeing her mother, Natasha immediately ran up to her and began counting about the deposit of the 30 thousand.
—"Wait, wait."— Olga said, stopping Natasha's excitement, and Grandma immediately pointed toward the kitchen. —"Tell me everything at dinner."—
It wasn't until that moment that Natasha took a few seconds to nod and turn around to enter the kitchen. Olga was a few meters behind her.
Anna stayed with Maximus, and the girl looked at her cousin from head to toe. —"What happened between you two.?"— Max just flashes an arrogant smile in response to his cousin and whispers through gritted teeth. —"What do you think.?"—
Before Anna can answer, Olga runs back and grabs Max's arm. —"Come on."— Grandma says, pulling the boy into the kitchen.
Natasha serves the first course of dinner and places it on the table, while Olga seats Max. —"Where the hell did you get so much money.?"—
Max takes his time answering Grandma, and inhaling the steam rising from the plate. —"Oh, that smells delicious."— Olga rolls her eyes in response, but Grandma doesn't force the boy to say where he got the money; she just narrows her eyes.
That's when Natasha drops the next bombshell. —"Check your messages. Who knows, maybe he gave you money too."— Olga jumps up from the table as if there was a spring in her butt and runs to her bedroom to look for her phone..
Anna was the least excited, and the girl entered the kitchen with slow steps and both hands behind her back. —"Mom, where's the groceries.?"—
—"Shit, the groceries."— the woman comments, followed by a light tap on her forehead. But Anna hasn't finished speaking because she also points to her mother's hair. —"It looks like you took a shower before coming home."— Natasha panics and tries to respond with a babble, but before Anna continues with her questions,
Olga returns to the kitchen with her cell phone in hand and excites with a big smile on her lips. The grandmother shows her daughter and granddaughter the device screen, but without seeing Max since the grandmother still owes her the money for plowing the land.
—"We talked about this during dinner."— Natasha says, immediately leaving the table to serve the next course without looking at her daughter, Anna.
Anna notices how nervous and evasive her mother is, but just as the girl is about to ask her question again, she sees her grandmother walk to the cupboard and open a drawer, taking out a bottle of whiskey.
Grandma Olga doesn't take long to pour a drink, which she immediately downs before pouring the next drink. Seeing her grandmother do this, Anna falls silent, and she sits across the table, allowing her grandmother and mother to sit together.
The rest of dinner was complete chaos, as both Olga and her daughter, Natasha, made countless plans for the next day. For her part, Anna remained silent watching her cousin Max devour his dinner.
At the end of dinner, both Olga and Natasha get up from the table almost simultaneously, and out of reflex, Natasha comments to Max. —"The door will be left open."— With that, Natasha and her mother go upstairs together, leaving Anna and Max in the kitchen.
—"What was that all about.?"— Max asks, referring to his grandmother's behavior as that of his aunt Natasha.
Anna shrugs. —"For the first time in years, you don't have to sleep thinking about debts."— Anna then points to the dirty dishes on the table. —"Someone has to do it."— Max nods and helps his cousin carry the dirty dishes to the sink.
—"My aunt forgot that I'm sleeping in you room with you tonight."— Max mutters.
Anna nods in response to her cousin, but the girl doesn't comment, just flashes a bright smile and inhales deeply, filling her lungs. —"I love the peach scent of your cologne, it always puts me in a good mood."—
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"Di, di, di, di"
The sound of the alarm announcing 6:00 a.m. finally makes me regain some consciousness for just a few seconds, and I feel something hot and hard slide deep into my insides as I'm pounded again and again from behind.
At the same time, I feel my cousin Max's five fingers pressing against my neck, hard enough to prevent air from passing through my throat and into my lungs. But that's not all, because once again I feel that strange and addictive sensation.
All the skin on my body prickles, and I take advantage of the situation to slide my right hand between my legs to touch and rub my clitoris, while my cousin Max penetrates my honey pot again and again and again.
Clap, clap, clap
Feeling something big approaching in my belly, I begin to stimulate my little ball of flesh even more vigorously, and with my other hand, I lift it up to grab my breast. Even though my hand is smaller, I cover all the skin I can and press.
—"Oh, God!"— I moan out loud, and when I see out of the corner of my eye something moving a few feet ahead, I look up.
And there it was, that shadow opening the door just enough to see inside my bedroom, but not enough to recognize who it was... (Shit, no, don't look.) I think in my head, but this time the sensation between my legs is much more intense than the first or second orgasm.
(Oh god, it's coming.) I manage to think before feeling one of the greatest pleasures explode with an abundant nectar that literally runs down my thighs and wets the sheets beneath me and even the mattress.
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Anna announces her orgasm with a moan much louder than the previous ones. Max pulls her neck back, causing the girl's face to look up at the ceiling, her eyes completely blank and her mouth open, while a trickle of saliva shines and slides from the corner of her lips to her chin, those drops of saliva falling onto her chest.
Anna's body releases a couple more spurts of nectar, falling several inches forward. For every spurt of nectar expelled from her honey pot, the girl's body trembles a total of six times.
Max lets go of Anna's neck, and the girl's body immediately falls forward onto the bed, like a dead dog.
It was at that moment that the shadow in the corner finally opens the door and takes several steps forward.
—"Max, don't go too far with your cousin..."— The boy looks at the grandmother's body, dressed in a long, sheer nightgown, and instead of answering, Max leans forward and grabs both of Anna's arms.
The girl's body is effortlessly lifted by Max, who continues to be at full throttle. —"Am I going too far?"— After the obvious question, the boy shakes his head, and while aligning Anna's butt with the height of his shaft, Max adds: —"She was the one who made the bet."—
Grandma frowns and asks. —"What's this silly girl betting.?"—
Max thrusts his hips forward and effortlessly impales his cousin again. The boy throws his arms back and starts fucking his cousin like there's no tomorrow.
—"Fuck until dawn."— When Max answers, Anna regains consciousness and, upon seeing her grandmother Olga, the girl immediately screams. —"Grandma... help me."—
Grandma just shakes her head a few times and thinks in her mind: (Long live the king.) Her refusal makes Anna's face sour.
—"Anna, it'll only be two more cumshots, and I promise I'll finish."— Max comments from behind the girl, while the boy unleashes a flurry of thrusts into the honey pot, while the boy continues to throws Anna's arms back.
Regardless of whether Anna is fully conscious or not, Max continues his thrusts until he floods every inch of his cousin's insides with his thick seed for the second time.
This time, as he releases his body, Anna falls back onto the bed, worse than a runover dog.
When Olga sees that her granddaughter is having a bad time and shows no signs of waking up, Grandma steps forward near the bed and lifts the fabric of her nightgown from the edges.
Grandma raises her arms, grasping the fabric, and pulls the nightgown off her head, revealing her soft, creamy skin, with breasts, hips, and bottom much firmer than they had been days ago when Max arrived at the farm.
Olga and Max exchange a few glances, each examining the other's body at the same time. Olga's gaze lingers on the still erect, rock-hard shaft, while Max takes the time to look at the firm skin of Grandma's breasts and thighs.
Olga is the first to speak: —"How about I replace it.?"— she points to her granddaughter.
Max nods and adds. —"I still have one more load left."— Olga immediately looks toward the shaft, and she reflexively wets her lips. Grandma simply throws her nightgown toward the door and, with one more step, climbs up bed.
—"Wait a second."— Grandma says, then approaches Anna and, with her foot, Grandma pushes Anna's body to the edge of the bed, then gives the final push, causing Anna to fall to the floor.
Grandma shakes her hands and nods: —"Okay, there's more room."— With that, Grandma turns around and looks at Max.
—"Okay, let's fuck."— Olga comments.
—"Let's fuck."— Max replies.
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To be continue...
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