The day remained oppressively hot, the clock nearing 4:30 PM, the sun still casting a relentless glow over the patio. The boys—Timmy, Edgard, Lucas, and Mathias—lounged in the pool, their earlier game abandoned for idle chatter and lazy floats. Luz rose from the lounger, wrapping her small towel around herself, the fabric stretching from her cleavage to just below her buttocks, offering scant coverage. She forced a smile and waved at the boys. “I’m heading inside kids—enjoy the pool!” she called, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. As she passed them, she felt their eyes on her, the towel clinging to her curves, barely hiding the body Edgard had so thoroughly explored. But that scrutiny was the least of her worries—her mind fixated on finding a moment to speak to Edgard alone.

Inside the house, the stifling air clung to her skin, offering no relief from the heat, her thoughts churning. Before heading to her room, she veered toward the kitchen, her throat parched from the day’s events, the sun, and the ordeal with Edgard. She poured a glass of water, the cold liquid soothing her dry mouth, yet it did little to calm her racing mind. Fragments of memory assaulted her—the sensation of Edgard’s fingers sliding into her asshole, the wet heat of his tongue probing that uncharted territory, the sticky residue of her juices and his saliva now dried on her skin. The thought repulsed her, that this boy had accessed her so intimately, and each recollection sent a sharp pang through her stomach. -“How did I let this happen?” she wondered, the madness of it all seeming surreal now that the moment had passed. The betrayal to her son gnawed at her, a wound that deepened with every thought of Edgard’s audacious touch.

She leaned against the counter, the glass trembling in her hand, her reflection in the kitchen window a stranger to her—flushed, disheveled, marked by shame. “I need to face him”, she resolved, “before he leaves with the others”. The weight of her mission pressed down, the need to ensure his silence paramount. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and decided to wait for an opportunity. The sound of the boys’ voices drifted through the open patio door, a reminder of the ticking clock.

Luz ascended the stairs to her bedroom, the open blinds and curtains framing a view of the patio below where the boys’ voices drifted up chatting idly by the pool. The dried remnants of Edgard’s saliva and her own excitement clung to her skin, a sticky reminder with every step of the ordeal she’d endured just minutes ago. That nerdy boy had claimed her body as his own, bending her to his will in ways she’d never imagined, and the sensation haunted her.

The blinds and curtains, left open by the blackmailer’s order, exposed her to the world, a constant threat that fueled her unease. She dropped the towel, revealing her body to the open window for a fleeting moment, the vulnerability of the act sending a shiver through her. She considered a shower to wash away the traces of saliva and her arousal, but the thought of missing a chance to confront Edgard alone held her back. Instead, she slipped on a white summer dress over her yellow bikini, the light fabric brushing her skin as she finished dressing. She lay on her bed, the sweltering heat of the room pressing against her skin, her mind a whirlwind of shame and resolve. Several minutes ticked by, each one heavy with the weight of her thoughts—Edgard’s hands, his tongue, the shattering climax that had left her moaning his name, a betrayal to Timmy she couldn’t erase. Her body still bore the evidence: the dried saliva from Edgard’s audacious licks clung to her asshole, a sticky reminder of his intrusion, while the crusted remnants of her own orgasm coated her pussy and inner thighs, the sensation raw and humiliating. She shifted, the dried juices pulling faintly at her flesh, a constant taunt of her body’s betrayal.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the distant murmur—Edgard’s, bold and casual. “Hey, Timmy, mind if I hit the bathroom?” he called out, his tone carrying that familiar edge of confidence. Timmy’s response came, clipped with irritation, “Yeah, go ahead. It’s through the living room, door near the stairs.”

Luz’s heart leapt. This was her opportunity. She sprang from the bed, smoothing her dress, and positioned herself at the top of the stairs, listening intently. As Edgard’s footsteps echoed toward the bathroom, she waited, her breath shallow, until she heard the door click shut. With a surge of determination, she descended quietly, approached the bathroom door, and turned the handle. She slipped inside, closing it softly behind her, sealing them in together. The small space—tiles cool underfoot, the air thick with the scent of soap—now held only her and Edgard, the boys outside oblivious to the drama unfolding within the house.

Edgard turned from the sink, his smirk faltering for a split second as he registered Luz’s presence, then returning with a glint of amusement. “Mrs. Lopez,” he said, his voice casual but edged with curiosity, stepping closer. Luz’s throat tightened, her reflection in the mirror behind him revealing a woman teetering on the brink—eyes wide, cheeks flushing with heat. She instinctively stepped back, but the counter pressed against her, trapping her in his space. She forced a shaky breath, meeting his gaze. “Sorry for barging in like this,” she said softly, her eyes locked on his, the memory of his hands exploring her most private places minutes ago making her blush deepen. After a tense silence, she steadied herself and continued, “Edgard, we need to talk—about what happened before by the pool,” her voice firm but trembling as she held his stare.

He tilted his head, a mock frown creasing his brow as he crossed his arms, water dripping from his hands onto the tiles. “You’re gonna have to jog my memory Mrs. Lopez” he replied, his tone dripping with irony. “I don’t recall what you’re on about.” Luz’s jaw tightened, disbelief flickering across her face. “Seriously? What just happ… Edgard, please, you can’t tell anyone what went down. I mean it.” Her voice cracked with urgency.

Edgard leaned in, his face now inches from hers, his smirk widening as he lowered his voice to a taunting whisper. “Oh, wait, now it’s coming back to me. You mean that little episode where you asked me to rub sunscreen on you—and ended up cumming, screaming my name? Yeah, now I remember it perfectly. Still fresh in my head.” Luz froze, the proximity igniting a flood of memories—his hands roaming her ass without restraint, his fingers plunging deep into her asshole. Fear gripped her, her pulse racing as she stammered, “Edgard, please, it was a mistake. We went too far. I’m begging you to keep this discreet.”

He pulled back slightly, a cynical smile playing on his lips as he tilted his head. “Well, Mrs. Lopez, I’m willing to keep quiet. It’d be a shame if your reputation, your whole life, got wrecked because someone found out what happened out there minutes ago. I’d hate to see that.” His eyes bore into hers, waiting. “But I’m curious—what price are you willing to pay?”

Luz blinked, her mind scrambling to misinterpret his intent. “I—I have money, jewelry, anything” she stammered, grasping at straws. Edgard let out a short, dismissive laugh, shaking his head. “None of that means a thing to me. It’s gotta be something else.” As he spoke, his hand drifted to his crotch, adjusting the bulge in his trunks with deliberate slowness.

Her gaze followed his hand, then snapped up to his face, the realization hitting her like a punch. She shook her head, her voice rising in panic. “No, Edgard, please, we can’t… i can’t... If Timmy’s really your friend, you can’t ask this. That’s insane. I won’t do it. Please, Edgard, think this through!” Her plea was desperate, her hands trembling at her sides.

Edgard sighed, feigning regret as he turned toward the door. “Too bad. I was ready to keep this under wraps, but there’s nothing on the table that interests me.” His hand reached for the knob, but before he could open it, Luz’s voice stopped him.

She opened her mouth, her voice trembling, “Wait… Edgard…” Her words trailed off, and a heavy silence fell, stretching long and suffocating, the only sound her shallow breaths and the distant splash of the pool outside. Their eyes met, his glinting with that audacious confidence, hers wavering with dread and desperation. In that prolonged pause, Luz’s mind churned, torn between the crushing consequences of yielding to Edgard’s demands—his hands, his tongue, the memory of her climax under his touch still burned into her body, a shameful secret that could destroy Timmy if it spread. She imagined the whispers at school, Timmy’s humiliation, the neighbors’ leers if Edgard boasted of how he’d claimed her on the patio. Yet refusing him risked his silence breaking. Her body trembled with the weight of her powerlessness. Swallowing hard, she forced the words out, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’ll do it, but please, swear you’ll never tell. I’m only doing this for Timmy, not because I want to.” Her voice broke, her body rigid with shame.

He paused, turning back with that same cynical smile. “Sure thing, Mrs. Lopez. My lips are sealed—unless something changes my mind”, he added with a sly wink, stepping back into the room. Luz stood frozen, the bathroom closing in— the mirror reflecting her trapped image. She’d just agreed to cross one more boundarie with this 18-year-old, her son’s friend, and the labyrinth of her predicament tightened its grip.

Luz knelt before Edgard, the silence between them heavy, her gaze locked on his eyes, incredulous at what she was about to do. With fear coursing through her, she inched closer to him and sank to her knees. Her hands trembled as she reached for his swim trunks, pulling them down to reveal his penis—a normal-sized length, his untrimmed pubic hair wild, his balls hanging loosely. She cast one last glance upward, meeting Edgard’s eyes, feeling utterly submissive as he towered over her, his gaze fixed from above while she knelt before his penis. How could this 18-year-old boy always find a way to drag me into these situations? she thought, her son’s warning about this boy echoing in her mind. At this sight, Edgard spoke, his voice laced with amusement, “Show me Mrs. Lopez, show me how much you care about Timmy. You’re gonna have to work a little—it's still asleep.” Humiliation washed over her, a bitter taste in her mouth.

Raising her arm, she directed her shaky hand to his penis, grasping it and beginning the up-and-down motion to coax it to hardness. -”I can’t believe I’m holding this boy’s cock in my hand”, she thought.

Half an hour ago, she was the one who came, screaming his name, And now, here she is again, in another intimate, forbidden moment with him. She continued masturbating him, hoping for a response, but his penis remained limp. Looking up at his face from below, his penis still in her hand, she whispered urgently, “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you getting hard? Hurry, the boys might come!” Edgard shrugged, his tone casual yet tinged with nervousness. “I usually get hard no problem, but this is my first time with someone touching me. Maybe it’s the nerves. A little visual help might fix it.” Luz’s mind recoiled at the thought of getting naked again for this kid—she wouldn’t let it escalate further than necessary. “No” she replied firmly, returning her hands to masturbate him. By now, she’d grown accustomed to the feel of his soft penis against her hand, the steady up-and-down motion a silent prayer that it would harden soon.

At that moment, the sound of the boys returning to the house, heading toward the living room, reached them. An alarm flared in Luz’s mind -”I’m running out of time, and I’ve achieved nothing yet”. Desperation drove her to action. She tugged her white summer dress down, letting it fall below her breasts, now covered only by the yellow bikini top—the same top that had lain on the patio floor earlier while Edgard’s hands roamed her body. From above, Edgard took in the sight: Luz stood in the dim bathroom, Edgard’s penis in her hand, her full breasts barely contained by the yellow bikini top, the fabric straining against their curves. The dress, already pulled down below her breasts, slipped further with each motion of her arms as she masturbated him, her hands sliding up and down his shaft. The fabric bunched at her waist, exposing her flat stomach and the bikini bottom’s thin strip. The sight of his untrimmed pubic hair stirred a faint disgust in her, but she pressed on, feeling a slight hardening under her touch, though not fully erect. With every stroke, her arms’ rhythmic motion caused her breasts to sway heavily within the bikini top. -“Time keeps slipping away”, she thought, panic rising, -“every minute risks them finding us”. The boys’ voices—Timmy, Lucas, and Mathias—filtered from the dining room, their chatter a stark reminder of the danger. Determined to speed things up, Luz shed the dress completely, letting it pool at her feet, leaving only the revealing yellow bikini. She resumed masturbating Edgard, her hands working faster, her breasts bouncing more pronouncedly with each stroke, the bikini top barely holding them, amplifying her exposure as her heart raced with the fear of discovery.

Edgard’s gaze was lost between the plunging neckline of Timmy’s mother, her breasts appearing deliciously enticing until he broke the rhythm of her efforts, saying, “Put your hands together.” Unsure of his intent, she complied, and without warning, he spat a generous amount of saliva into her palms. “We need some lubrication,” he said matter-of-factly. Luz’s stomach churned with disgust, “He spit on my hands? This is humiliating beyond words”, she thought, the humiliation was suffocating. Refusing to waste more time, she applied her now-slick hands to his cock, resuming the masturbation with both hands. The situation was starkly explicit—her kneeling in her revealing bikini, hands working her son’s friend dick. Edgard, sensing this would take time, sat on the toilet lid, his swim trunks pooled at his ankles. Luz shifted closer, continuing to masturbate him.

Edgard, growing more excited and now fully erect, raised an arm, his hand reaching for Luz’s breasts, touching them over the bikini fabric. Startled by his audacity, Luz protested, “That’s not part of the deal.” He responded evasively, “It’ll help me get harder” his voice thick with disbelief at the moment, the image of Timmy’s mother with his penis in her hand etched forever in his mind. He continued fondling her breasts over the fabric. Luz, eager to avoid delay, let him touch her, resuming her task. “He’s taking control again”, she thought, “this 18-year-old touching my breasts like if I was his”. Her hands, slick with his saliva, moved over his now fully erect penis, feeling his grip tighten on her breasts with both hands. His touch grew bolder, slipping beneath the bikini top.

As she focused on masturbating, Edgard, with one hand, slid the fabric covering her right breast aside, then the left, exposing them fully for the first time. Luz gasped, the familiarity of this unasked-for act from the patio massage hitting her—He doesn’t ask, doesn’t warn, just takes what he wants, she thought. Her excitement grew as his hands now gripped her bare breasts shamelessly, fingers brushing her nipples, squeezing them. She was yielding more with each touch, Edgard claiming her body without permission. Luz kept masturbating, his penis rock-hard, her hands moving rhythmically. Edgard was in ecstasy—Timmy’s mother masturbating him while he had full access to her breasts.

With an almost expert move, surprising for an 18-year-old, he untied the bikini top’s straps, letting it fall to the floor. The sound of Timmy’s mother masturbating him filled the bathroom, mingled with Edgard’s moans and his unrestrained groping of her breasts. Now, once again, Luz stood almost naked before her son’s friend, her full breasts bared after Edgard stripped away her bikini top, her body exposed in the dim bathroom light. Masturbating him now, her hand sliding along his shaft, she sank even deeper into a pit of shame, each stroke dragging her lower than she’d ever thought possible, yet her excitement keeps rising. She continued, both clearly aroused. “Are you close?” she asked, her voice shaky. “Warn me when you’re about to come.” Edgard, lost in the sight—Luz kneeling, breasts bare, bikini top on the floor, her face inches from his penis—replied, “Yeah, almost there.”

Suddenly, as always, he claimed what he considered his. Releasing one breast, he moved his hand to her long black hair, gripping the nape of her neck and pulling her toward him. “Open your mouth,” he commanded. Luz froze, unable to react, her body instinctively recoiling from Edgard’s command, her head rushing toward his penis. She opened her mouth, taking him fully, his hand pushing her down until her nose pressed into his pubic hair. “Awesome”, Edgard muttered, his penis completely inside her mouth. Luz’s hands pushed outward, trying to free herself, the full length against her tongue, lips stretched wide. We’ve crossed another barrier, she thought, this irreverent 18-year-old has broken every line. What he’s done to her in one day—stripped her, touched her deepest parts, made her cum—it was unbelievable now he had his dick in her mouth. And all this was not her choice. His hand eased its pressure but held firm, guiding her head back and forth. “Suck it like that now Mrs. Lopez” he instructed. Luz with his hard cock in her mouth, moved as directed, realizing this was the true price for his silence.

Without his hand on her head, she continued, bobbing up and down. “How did I end up here?” she thought, “I tried to stop this, and now I’m in my bathroom, kneeling, sucking my son’s friend”. “Use more tongue, Mrs. Lopez,” Edgard said, always finding new ways to humiliate her. She complied, her tongue working inside her mouth over his penis, the act stretching her limits.

Luz remained kneeling before Edgard in the dim bathroom, her lips wrapped tightly around his hard cock, her hands gripping its base as she continued the blowjob. She applied her tongue inside her mouth, sliding it along his rigid shaft with reluctant precision, her fingers stroking in tandem to heighten the sensation. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her sucking and the slick movement of her hands filled the bathroom, a stark contrast to the muffled chatter of Timmy and his friends drifting from the living room beyond the door.

In the midst of her efforts, Edgard’s voice cut through, low and commanding. “Look at me while you suck,” he said, his intent clear—to humiliate, to degrade her further, though she had no choice but to comply. Luz paused, pulling his hard cock from her mouth with a soft pop, her lips wet and trembling, her hands still wrapped around its base, feeling its pulsing rigidity. She lifted her gaze to meet his eyes, the shame burning in her chest as she held his stare. With a deep breath, she returned to the act, her mouth enveloping his stiff shaft again, her hands sliding along its length in slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes locked on his, the connection intensifying her degradation. Edgard let out a soft moan, his lips curling into a smirk as he murmured, -“Those lips of yours look so good wrapped around my cock, Mrs. Lopez”.

Without warning, Edgard seized his penis with his hand, breaking the rhythm. He began slapping it against Luz’s face, the wet thuds echoing as he struck her cheeks, her mouth, her lips, rubbing it across her skin. The warm, slick contact smeared saliva and precum across her face, dampening her cheeks, her lips glistening as he marked her, a soft groan punctuating his actions. “I love your face with my penis on it,” he said, his voice dripping with dominance as he continued, dragging it slowly across her forehead, down her cheeks, and over her mouth, the wet friction lingering for what felt like an eternity. Luz, her face now slick and humiliated, whispered hoarsely, “Speak lower—Timmy and the boys might hear.” His words humiliate her beyond measure, she thought, the fear of discovery tightening her chest with every moan. Edgard chuckled softly, his moans growing, as he kept rubbing, the slick penis tracing her jawline, her chin, her nose, the act stretching her shame until he finally relented. “Keep sucking” he ordered, another moan escaping him.

The intensity escalated as Edgard’s hands returned to her head, gripping her hair tightly. With a sudden pull, he forced her down, his penis plunging fully into her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat. She panicked, no control left. She couldn’t breathe through her mouth, her nostrils flaring as she struggled to draw air, the musky scent of his pubic hair filling her senses. Her hands pressed against his thighs, a futile resistance, her body tensing as she fought to endure. A knock sounded at the door—Timmy’s voice broke through. “Edgard, you okay in there?” his penis still buried in Luz’s mouth, managed a strained reply, his voice muffled by a groan, “Yeah, feeling a bit off—maybe something I ate.” Timmy’s response came faintly, “Okay, take your time,” before his footsteps retreated. Timmy’s voice terrifies her, the risk of exposure making her heart race. Edgard finally released her, and Luz yanked back, the hard cock slipping out with a gasp. She coughed quietly, muffling the sound with her hand, her throat raw, the danger of being caught sharpening her awareness.

As she recovered, bent over and catching her breath, Edgard stood from the toilet lid. With a deliberate motion, he kicked off his swim trunks completely, then stepped toward her. His fingers found the ties of her bikini bottom, and with a swift tug, he untied the strings on both sides, the flimsy fabric falling to the floor, leaving her completely naked before him. A low, mocking moan escaped him as he sneered, “Hah.. i stripped Timmy’s mom twice today. Nice” His words crush her spirit, she thought, the humiliation linking her son to this nightmare with every groan. He grinned, adding, “Let’s go again, Mrs. Lopez,” and grabbed her head, pulling her toward him. With a firm push, he inserted his penis fully into her mouth, initiating the deepthroat once more, a groan rumbling in his chest. Luz, caught off guard, her hands striking his legs in a desperate bid for release, felt the intrusion overwhelm her.

Edgard groaned deeply, taunting, “What? You want it deeper?” Unable to speak with Edgard’s cock filling her mouth as he thrust his hips forward, pushing even further, her nose pressing into his pubic hair. After a prolonged moment, he released her head, and Luz pulled back, gasping for air, her face flushed as she tried to recompose herself. With another groan, Edgard smirked, “You’re getting good at this, Mrs. Lopez.” Her mind shattered, “I’m being used” she thought, his cruelty stripping away her dignity, raising unwanted desire.

Now freed from the deep thrust, Luz attempted to recompose herself, her breath ragged as she felt stray pubic hairs from Edgard clinging to her tongue. She raised a trembling hand to her mouth, trying to remove them, the sensation adding to her humiliation. This boy was doing with her as he pleased, the situation spiraling out of control once again. Edgard stood over her, his eyes drinking in the sight of Timmy’s mother, now completely naked and kneeling at his mercy. For the first time, he saw the full front of her body—her face slick with saliva and precum, her breasts full and exposed, her belly soft, and lower, the delicate lips of her pussy with the subtle crease between them, her legs bent in submission. It was madness, her entirely at his command. A low groan escaped him as he stepped closer, his voice laced with approval. “You’re doing well, Mrs. Lopez, I think we'll come to an understanding” he said, guiding his penis back toward her mouth. With another groan, he added, “Now suck my penis…hands-free.” He positioned himself, expecting her compliance.

Luz, recovered from the deepthroat, felt a fleeting relief that she could now set her own pace. She lowered her arms to her sides, her lips closing around his penis, and began to suck with only her mouth. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room as she moved her head back and forth, her tongue working along his shaft, saliva dripping down her chin onto her chest. The intimacy of the situation, her mouth alone servicing him in this confined space, weighed heavily on Luz, the vulnerability of her nakedness amplifying her shame. Minutes stretched on, the act prolonged, her jaw aching but her rhythm steady, a silent bargain to end this ordeal. Edgard’s soft moans punctuated the air, and then his hands moved to her breasts, gripping them firmly, his fingers brushing her nipples, squeezing them with increasing boldness. The touch sent a surge of excitement through Luz, her body responding despite her mind’s protest, the sensation heightening her reluctant arousal. His groans deepened as he kneaded her flesh.

After a while, Edgard halted her, pulling his penis from her mouth with a wet sound. Without warning, he began slapping it against her face again —her lips, her cheeks. His penis marking her face, the personal violation, crushed Luz, her shame deepening with every touch. Edgard groaned deeply, his voice thick with awe. “I never imagined I could do this—having you like this, Mrs. Lopez.” His hands seized her head, fingers knotted in her brown long hair, shoving his cock into her mouth now as he rocked his hips back and forth, forcing her to take each thrust. The sudden motion pushed his penis deep into her mouth, the tip brushing the back of her throat, her nose grazing his pubic hair. His excitement surged, controlling her fully, a triumph beyond his wildest fantasies. Luz gagged softly, her hands instinctively rising to his thighs, but he held firm, guiding her with deliberate force. The wet, choking sounds mixed with his moans, her saliva coating his shaft, dripping onto her breasts as he set a relentless pace. In the midst of the rhythm, Luz’s mind shifted, and she saw herself in third person—kneeling, naked, before her son’s friend, him fucking her face, his hands gripping her hair into a tight ponytail, her mouth a tool for his pleasure. The realization hit her hard, the intimacy of her submission to this boy, a dagger to her pride, yet the heat within her refused to subside.

Edgard continued moving his hips, his penis exploring every crevice inside Luz’s mouth, the speed of his thrusts growing stronger with each motion. Her face flushed red, saliva coating her body. Wet, smacking noises reverberated through the space. Beyond the door, Timmy and his friends chatted casually in the living room, oblivious to what’s happening inside the bathroom. Luz marveled at how long this boy could last, the situation seeming endless. She needed to make him ejaculate as soon as possible, and that determination fueled her efforts, putting her all into pleasing him. Edgard’s movements invaded deeper, his penis brushing her tongue with every thrust. With a groan, he muttered, “Your mouth is incredible, Mrs. Lopez.” The pace quickened to a rapid frenzy, and Luz knew at this speed, he couldn’t hold out much longer. The end of this ordeal felt near, so she let him continue, yielding to the rhythm.

Yet Edgard, unwilling to finish so soon, mastered his body’s urges, slowing his thrusts deliberately. He withdrew his penis from her mouth, a string of saliva breaking as he stepped back. Returning to the toilet lid, he sat down, Luz now kneeling a short distance away. “Come here, to my side Mrs. Lopez” he commanded. Luz crawled toward him on her hands and knees, in total submission, her humiliation and excitement intertwining. Now kneeling beside him, she faced his expectant gaze. “Suck my penis, Mrs. Lopez,” he ordered. She leaned in, opening her mouth to take him in, her lips closing around his hard cock again, as she began to suck.Edgard couldn’t believe his eyes—Luz’s head bobbing over his hard penis, her long hair cascading down her back, her round, firm ass exposed beside him. With a groan, he extended his arm, his hand gripping her ass tightly, his fingers roaming over every curve, exploring her flesh with bold strokes.

Luz continued sucking, the wet sounds of her efforts mixing with his moans. This boy kept taking liberties, acting without permission, knowing she wouldn’t resist. The rhythm was broken by a sharp spank on her ass, the sound crisp in the small space. With his penis still in her mouth, Luz let out a muffled, unclear complaint. Edgard chuckled, groaning softly. “Sorry, Mrs. Lopez, but this ass is irresistible.” She persisted, alternating between sucking and masturbating him, catching a glimpse of herself in her mind—kneeling beside him, her ass raised, doing a blowjob to her son’s friend, doing everything to make him cum. She recalled her initial resolve about not getting naked to prevent this escalation, yet this boy slowly manipulated her into defeat and humiliation every time.

Edgard’s hands continued their exploration, tracing every centimeter of her ass as she worked. Suddenly, he stopped her, pulling his penis from her mouth. “Suck my finger, Mrs. Lopez,” he said, pressing a finger to her lips, deepening her humiliation. Was it more degrading to suck his penis, or now his finger? She was utterly submissive. Luz took his finger into her mouth, sliding her tongue all over it, meeting his eyes as she sucked, Edgard moaning, her excitement rising despite herself. He withdrew it, commanding, “Keep working Mrs. Lopez.” She resumed, alternating between sucking and stroking, when she felt his finger slide between her asscheeks, pressing against her asshole with firm pressure. She could still feel the dry remnants of their earlier encounter in the patio—how long ago had that been?—still lingered on her skin, and she’d lost track of time since entering this bathroom. With his penis out of her mouth, a soft moan whispering, “Don’t, Edgard… please” escaped her as his finger intruded into her asshole. Edgard groaned, “Even better than before, Mrs. Lopez.”

The finger of Edgard moved inside her asshole again, a persistent intrusion that sent a jolt through Luz. Despite her reluctance, she found herself highly excited by the situation, this boy knowing exactly where to touch her. She guided his hardened cock back into her mouth, resuming her sucking with a steady rhythm, the wet sounds reverberating. Edgard’s finger, slick with his precum and her saliva, delved deeper, leaving traces inside her as it explored. With a groan, he muttered, “I could never get tired of this ass, Mrs. Lopez.” In that moment, he shifted, pressing a second finger toward her asshole, seeking entry with firm pressure. As the second finger breached her,sliding inside, Luz, with his hard cock filling her mouth, let out a muffled moan that seemed to form Edgard’s name, her words garbled by the shaft, an unintended slip.

Edgard’s eyes gleamed with a mix of surprise and triumph as he heard it. With a low groan, he taunted, “Seems like you can’t get tired of my fingers, Mrs. Lopez.” The words stung, and Luz’s mind reeled as she realized how her body and mind had betrayed her once more. She was falling deeper into this cycle of humiliation, moaning Edgard’s name again, the shame washing over her like a tidal wave. Her lips continued to work his hard cock, her tongue brushing against him, while the dual pressure of his fingers stretched her asshole, amplifying her conflicting emotions.

Her humiliation had reached unimaginable heights, nothing seeming more degrading than what was unfolding. She knew this was another victory for Edgard—he had not only seen her body completely naked, not only touched and fingered her most intimate parts, but now forced her into this hardcore blowjob. Luz seemed unable to resist any of his actions, having surrendered completely to his will. he was using her at his will. She kept sucking and masturbating him, desperate for this to end as quickly as possible. It was incredible how long this boy could last. The two fingers inside her asshole pushed even deeper, Edgard widening the until-today virginal tight hole. Now, he attempted to insert a third finger, the pressure intensifying as he worked to stretch her further.

With three fingers now buried deep inside, Luz’s moans joined the wet, rhythmic sounds echoing off the bathroom walls. To her dismay, she had to admit he was right—this boy hadn’t lied when he said she couldn’t tire of his fingers. His touch, the way he moved them, stirred an excitement in her unlike anything she’d ever known. She couldn’t believe this 18-year-old nerd, so skinny and short, was arousing and subduing her so completely. Where was the Luz from midday, worried about showing too much in her tight short leggings around the boys. Now, she knelt before this teenager, who had conquered her fully in just a few hours. She tried to keep sucking Edgard’s hard cock, desperate to end the situation as quickly as possible, but her mind and attention kept drifting to the fingers probing deeper into her tight hole. Her efforts to suck him weakened, her moans growing clearer with each thrust of his digits.

With his hard cock in her mouth, she seemed to murmur “Ohh Edgard… please” between gasps, her resistance feeble against the intrusion of those three fingers in her backdoor. She moved her head up and down, sliding his thick cock along her tongue, but Edgard was the one commanding the scene. Since he’d inserted his fingers into her anus, she couldn’t focus on her goal. The deep, intimate touches excited her more with every passing second, her body betraying her resolve as her lips worked his length, the slick sounds blending with her escalating moans.

Edgard’s groans grew louder, his three fingers working deeper into her backdoor, the stretching sensation overwhelming her. Luz’s feeble resistance melted away, her lips moving over his rigid shaft with less focus, her moans blending with the wet sounds of her efforts. The contrast between her earlier denial and this moment fueled her shame, yet the pressure of his fingers kept her arousal spiraling, trapping her in his control. With a deep groan, Edgard taunted, “Look at you, Mrs. Lopez, with my hard cock in your mouth and my fingers deep in your asshole. Who would’ve thought?” The comments humiliated her further, each word sinking into her, yet she couldn’t suppress the growing excitement coursing through her. Luz was completely surrendered, and Edgard noticed this, sensing her resistance had vanished entirely. Deciding to shift the dynamic, he took action.

He pulled his hard cock from her mouth, the sudden absence leaving a trail of saliva, and slowly withdrew his fingers one by one from her anus, each one revealing her already dilated hole.

As the last finger slipped out, he delivered a firm spank to her ass, his open palm striking her asscheeks with a loud smack, leaving a red five fingers mark on her pale skin. Her body belonged to him now. Luz felt the retreat of his fingers, her asshole now more open than ever, the sensation lingering as her body adjusted. Edgard stood up from the toilet lid, maneuvering the submissive Luz—oblivious to what awaited—until her face rested on the moist, sweaty spot where Edgard’s buttocks had been, her sweat-slicked body now on all fours. The sticky moisture wetting her face intensifying the humiliating sensation.

This pose left her utterly vulnerable, at Edgard’s mercy. A flicker of will returned to Luz, and as she saw him positioning himself behind her with his hard cock fully erect, she managed a weak protest, “No, Edgard… what… what are you… we can’t…”

Edgard’s eyes gleamed with intent, his groan low as he hovered behind her, assessing her exposed form. The air thickened with tension, her plea hanging unanswered as she braced herself, her mind racing between dread and the heat still simmering within her.

The vision of Edgard, now behind Luz, was enviable—Luz on all fours, her head resting on the toilet lid, her round, firm breasts hanging toward the floor, her ass and pussy completely vulnerable, her body fully surrendered. Edgard adjusted her, lifting her ass higher into the air. He began running his fingers along the slit of her pussy, moving slowly from top to bottom, the tight hole of her asshole pulsing as if yearning for his fingers inside again. This plunged Luz into a dual state—on one side, shame and humiliation at being taken by this 18-year-old boy; on the other, her excitement made her asshole crave Edgard’s touch. Edgard continued tracing her slit, noticing she was drenched. With a groan, he said, “Mrs. Lopez, you’re all wet for me again.” The touch of his fingers and his words reignited her excitement, her body responding as his hand explored her slit, brushing the sides and center.

Edgard now pressed a finger into her vagina, exploring gently at first, then delving deeper. Seeing no resistance, he added a second finger, now two digits working inside her. He could see her asshole pulsing, the opening noticeably widened from earlier. His two fingers probed deep, the sensation driving Luz wild, now invaded by the teenage friend of her son in her most intimate place. Her moans flooded the bathroom walls again, her gaze lost, her mouth agape with remnants of saliva and precum from Edgard’s hard cock, the taste lingering on her tongue. Her hands gripped the toilet lid. How had she reached this point? Now fully surrendered, offering no resistance, consumed by excitement, guilt, and humiliation. She heard herself moaning again the name of her son’s friend, unable to believe it—her defeat was total. Edgard, triumphant at her moans, began sliding his fingers in and out of her vagina in a steady rhythm, increasing the pace as her cries grew louder. “Aahh Edgard… please,” she gasped, her voice breaking. Hearing his name in her moans was incredible to him. He continued, his fingers pumping faster. Her moans came unrestrained—sometimes raw and loud, other times laced with his name—her excitement unleashed, with no way back.

At one point, Edgard kept the tip of his two fingers just inside her vagina unmoving. Luz, overwhelmed by reluctance and shame yet gripped by an undeniable arousal, made a single hesitant movement backward, her hips shifting slightly, causing his fingers to slide deeper inside her. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, low and trembling, as the sensation caught her off guard. Edgard’s smirk widened, a low groan escaping him as he said, “Looks like someone’s eager—keep moving for me, Mrs. Lopez, show me how much you want it.” Luz froze, her heart pounding, the weight of his words sinking in, amplifying her humiliation. Despite her resistance, the heat pulsing through her body betrayed her, urging her to comply. With a trembling breath, she began to move her hips again, slowly at first, each motion a reluctant surrender as she slid herself back and forth over his fingers, the slick intrusion intensifying her conflicting emotions. A shaky moan slipped out, her voice catching as she whispered, “Edgard…” the name unintentional, muffled by her shame. The small bathroom felt suffocating, the tiles cold against her knees as Luz rested on all fours, her naked body exposed, the yellow two-piece bikini discarded on the floor—a damning, irrefutable proof of the illicit act unfolding, a silent witness to her degradation that could unravel everything if discovered.

Edgard’s eyes gleamed with triumph, his fingers steady while she rocked against them, her movements mechanical yet charged with an unwanted desire. Another moan broke free, this one deeper, wordless, a raw sound of her body’s betrayal as her hips found a rhythm. The muffled voices of Timmy and his friends in the living room seeped through the door, a constant reminder of the risk, each sound tightening the knot of dread in her chest. Luz’s face flushed deeper, her hips faltering as a louder moan escaped, “Edgard… please,” her voice a mix of plea and surrender, the name slipping out again before dissolving into a series of breathless, stuttering moans. Her mind spun in a whirlwind of guilt, hating herself for the arousal that surged with every movement, for the way her body responded to this 18-year-old’s touch and also the way she was letting him claim her.

Edgard’s voice cut through, low and taunting, “Don’t stop now, Mrs. Lopez, you’re doing so well.” Her body obeyed despite her soul’s protest, her hips grinding against his fingers, the wet sounds of her movements mingling with her erratic moans some wordless, others carrying his name in a broken whisper, “Edgard…”, each sound a testament to her internal fracture—shame, guilt, and unwanted pleasure tearing her apart as she surrendered to the moment.

Edgard’s fingers remained still, allowing Luz to move her vagina against them, taking her own pleasure with his digits inside her. The roles had shifted—earlier, while sucking Edgard’s hard cock, she’d aimed to make him finish quickly to end the ordeal, but now here she was, on all fours, using his fingers to satisfy herself. She was on the brink of climaxing over the fingers of her son’s friend. The rhythm quickened, Luz’s moans growing deeper and more intense as she rocked her hips, fucking herself on Edgard’s two fingers. Completely naked on all fours in the suffocating bathroom, her face pressed against the warm, sweat-slick toilet seat, the lingering moisture from Edgard’s bare ass cheeks, clung to her skin, a humiliating reminder of her degradation. Edgard, sensing her nearing edge, urged with a groan, “Come on, Mrs. Lopez, cum on my fingers.” Hearing this, Luz’s excitement surged, her humiliation deepening—this 18-year-old boy, her son’s despised friend, was about to make her cum for the second time that day, a feat no one, not even her late husband, had ever achieved. The realization twisted her gut, amplifying her shame as she moved faster, her hips grinding desperately against his fingers, chasing the forbidden climax that threatened to shatter her.

She felt Edgard’s free hand roaming her body, tracing her back, brushing her breasts, gripping her ass, doing whatever he pleased with her form, unrestricted. She was fully surrendered, the sensation of his hand exploring her heightening her submission. As she continued to move against his fingers, accelerating her rhythm, Edgard delivered a sharp spank with his free hand into her ass, the smack reigniting her arousal as if urging a mare to gallop faster—the situation utterly degrading. She pressed on, riding his fingers with even greater speed, and another spank landed, the sound crisp in the air. Luz, fearing the spanks might be heard beyond the bathroom—Timmy and the boys just on the other side of the door in the living room—could only moan out, “Ahh… Edgard… please… don’t…” her voice a mix of plea and pleasure.

Her movements grew frantic, the dual sensations of his fingers inside her vagina and the stinging spanks pushing her closer to the edge. Edgard’s groans mingled with her cries, his hand ready for another strike, reveling in her complete loss of control.

Another spank landed from Edgard, the sharp smack turning her buttock a vivid red from the repeated strikes. Despite her fear of being overheard in the bathroom, she couldn’t suppress the growing excitement sparked by his spanks. Luz was teetering on the edge of climax; at this pace, she wouldn’t last long—she was about to cum for the second time that day, again under her son’s friend’s touch. Her body trembled, the heat building as she rocked against his fingers.

As she neared the brink, Edgard reclaimed control, his fingers moving in and out of her vagina at a frenzied rhythm. In one of those rapid thrusts, his thumb caught the edge of her asshole, slipping inside the tight hole. The sudden intrusion, reigniting the sensation in her backdoor, pushed Luz over the edge. Completely aroused, she climaxed, her orgasm crashing over her as she cried out Edgard’s name, her juices coating his fingers. Her body shuddered, waves of pleasure rippling through her, her moans echoing off the tiled walls as she gripped the toilet lid for support.

Edgard watched, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he felt her cum on his fingers, her voice ringing with his name. “Look at you, Mrs. Lopez,” he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction, “screaming my name again while you soak my fingers again. That’s twice today” He kept his thumb lodged in her anus, the other fingers still buried in her vagina, prolonging her release as her hips bucked involuntarily. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, the aftershocks of her orgasm leaving her trembling, her face flushed and slick with sweat. The humiliation of her surrender mingled with the lingering ecstasy, her mind struggling to process how this 18-year-old had brought her to this point twice in one day.

He slowly withdrew his thumb from her asshole, the sensation drawing a soft whimper from her, then eased his other fingers from her vagina, letting her juices drip onto the floor. Edgard’s hand rested on her reddened ass, giving it a gentle squeeze as he savored the moment. “I made you cum twice today, Mrs. Lopez,” he added with a chuckle, his tone mocking yet laced with arousal.

Luz remained on all fours, her body still quivering, the taste of his hard cock lingering in her mouth, her moans fading into quiet sobs as the reality of her defeat sank in. The bathroom air was heavy with the scent of her release, the sounds of her pleasure now replaced by the distant murmur of Timmy and his friends beyond the door, oblivious to her downfall.

Edgard’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gazed at Luz’s trembling form, her asscheeks still flushed from his earlier attentions. He could see her pussy and asshole, slick and pulsing, still recovering from the intensity of the orgasm. The sight fueled his arousal, her vulnerability laid bare before him. “Now we need to clean this mess, Mrs. Lopez,” he said with a teasing, low murmur, his voice dripping with dominance. He placed both hands on her asscheeks—one marked with red, hand-shaped welts from the spankings he’d delivered earlier—and slowly spread them apart, exposing her glistening pussy and tight asshole to his hungry gaze. Luz’s body tensed, her complete submission evident in her stillness, yet a wave of shame crashed over her, her mind reeling with the betrayal of allowing her son’s friend to take her so thoroughly.

Edgard leaned in, his face pressing between her parted asscheeks, the intimacy of the act overwhelming. He began with her pussy, his tongue lapping at the slick, warm juices of her climax, each stroke deliberate and savoring. “Fuck, your juices taste so damn good Mrs. Lopez” he growled, his hot breath grazing her sensitive pussy, sending shivers through her. Luz’s hands gripped to the toilet lid. His nose brushed her asshole intermittently as he devoured her pussy, the contact making her flinch with a mix of arousal and disgrace.

Then, Edgard’s tongue plunged into her pussy, probing deeper than before, exploring every fold with slow, deliberate strokes. Luz’s breath hitched, her body betraying her with a shudder as she felt his warm breath against her pussy while he worked, the sensation both intimate and degrading. Her mind screamed with guilt—Timmy’s laughter echoed faintly from beyond the door, a cruel reminder of her betrayal. Edgard pulled back slightly, his lips glistening, before moving to her asshole. His tongue circled the tight ring, then pushed inside, deeper than earlier, tasting the musky warmth of her. “Your ass tastes just as sweet, Mrs. Lopez,” he murmured, his breath hot against her asshole, making her skin prickle with shame and unwanted arousal. Luz’s quiet sobs intensified, she was completely surrendered to Edgard’s dominance, warring with the crushing humiliation of the act, her body trembling under the weight of her submission and the betrayal of her son.

Edgard’s hand lingered on Luz’s asscheeks, her body still trembling as she recovered from one of the most intense orgasms of her life, the guilt and humiliation weighing heavily as she realized it had been induced by this boy. With a low groan, Edgard said, “Now it’s my turn, Mrs. Lopez.” He guided her, positioning her on her knees before him. Luz, already aware of what was expected, knew it was now her task to make him cum. Edgard stood with his hard cock fully erect, Luz mere centimeters away. Without a word from him, she took the initiative, leaning forward to suck the rigid shaft of her son’s friend. The situation was intensely arousing—Edgard standing tall, Luz kneeling before him, her bikini and his swim trunks discarded on the floor.

Determined to bring this boy to climax, Luz began with just her mouth, locking eyes with him in complete submission. She moved her head back and forth, sliding the full length of his thick cock through her mouth. She’d lost track of how long she’d been sucking him today, how much time his hard cock had spent in contact with her hands, lips, face, and mouth. As she continued, memories flashed—of how he’d seized her head, forcing his rigid shaft deep into her throat, leaving her helpless while Timmy’s voice echoed from beyond the door. Snapping back to the present, she kept sucking, her focus returning to the task.

Edgard’s hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, his fingers finding her nipples, squeezing and pinching them, reigniting an uncontrollable excitement within her. She began to grasp that this scenario—being used at will despite her reluctance—aroused her deeply. The wet sounds of her sucking mingled with Edgard’s moans. Looking up with his thick cock in her mouth, fully submissive, she saw Edgard with his eyes closed, head tilted toward the ceiling, groaning, “That’s it, Mrs. Lopez, just like that.” The closeness of the act, her mouth sliding back and forth on Edgard’s hard cock, leaving it slick and glistening with her saliva, intensified the moment. Her tongue glided deliberately over the tip and along the full length of his shaft as it moved in and out of her mouth, the raw intimacy binding them in a shared, unspoken intensity that deepened her shame.

Luz’s lips worked diligently, her tongue tracing his shaft, her resolve to end this driving her efforts. Edgard’s groans grew louder, his fingers tightening on her nipples, the dual sensation pushing her excitement higher as she surrendered.

Luz continued sucking Edgard’s hard cock with just her mouth, her eyes locked on his, a surprising enjoyment creeping in despite her tangled emotions. She seemed to relish giving pleasure to Edgard, especially after he’d made her cum twice that day. Now, she incorporated her hands, increasing the rhythm of her blowjob, her lips and fingers working in unison. Edgard felt like he was in heaven, looking down at Timmy’s mother gazing up at him, sucking his hard cock, the memory of making her climax twice that day a badge of honor. Luz maintained a brisk pace, her mouth gliding over Edgard’s thick cock, her focus shifting to his length. At one point, she paused the rhythm, taking his hard cock deep into her throat, giving her all to this boy, determined to make him cum. She resumed sucking, her mouth moving along his shaft as his excitement mounted, the wet sounds of her efforts all over the place.

In a moment, Edgard’s hands moved to her head, gently brushing her hair back before caressing her scalp in an act so intimate it felt like they were a couple—though they weren’t; he was her son’s friend who’d blackmailed her into this. Yet Luz persisted, sucking his hard cock, the boy now visibly highly aroused. She slid one hand to his balls, massaging and kneading them.

Luz, trembling with submission, pulled his rigid cock from her mouth, her lips glistening with precum and saliva. Shifting slightly on her knees, she leaned forward, her face nearing Edgard’s heavy testicles, and began sucking them eagerly looking to his eyes, her tongue swirling over their warm, musky surface. Her other hand gripped his slick shaft, stroking it rhythmically, the wet sounds of her masturbation blending with her muffled moans against his balls. The act deepened her humiliation, her complete surrender to Edgard, yet the intimacy of her lips on his testicles and her hand on his cock pushed his excitement to new heights.

With a groan, he rasped, “I’m close, Mrs. Lopez.” Seizing the moment, Luz pulled his testicles from her mouth and began slapping his hard cock against her face, fully surrendered.

Edgard watched Timmy’s mother degrade herself like this, he hadn’t instructed her in this final act—she was doing it willingly before his eyes. The image sent him over the edge. Taking control, he grabbed his thick cock, aiming it to her face. Luz, mouth agape in surprise, received part of his load, some semen landing inside her mouth while most splattered across her face—her forehead, cheeks, chin—accompanied by a loud groan - “Ahhh yes, Mrs. Lopez, yes!”. His cum painted her skin, the intensity of his climax echoing in the small space as she knelt, stunned and marked by his dominance.

The muffled sounds of conversation from the boys in the living room snapped Luz back to reality. She found herself kneeling before her son’s friend, who had just cum on her face. The sticky liquid coated her mouth, its taste lingering on her tongue, while more dripped across her cheeks and chin. Overwhelmed and unsure, she was about to spit it out. Utterly humiliated, her son’s friend had ejaculated on her face, the semen mingling with her lips and mouth. Edgard, still riding the high of his orgasm, marveled at the surreal scene—Timmy’s mother, a figure he’d lusted after from afar with no hope, now knelt before him, her face covered in his seed. The situation was insane. As he recovered, noticing Luz about to expel the semen from her mouth, he interjected with a firm tone, “No, Mrs. Lopez, please hold that liquid in your mouth.”

Luz, jolted back to her senses, couldn’t believe this boy intended to prolong her humiliation. She’d already sucked his cock, brought him to cum on her face—yet the ordeal seemed endless. Edgard stepped closer, bringing his softening yet still hard cock near her lips, and said, “Time to clean up this mess, Mrs. Lopez.” He pressed the tip into her mouth, and Luz, understanding the humiliation wasn’t over, began to lick the remnants of semen from his rigid shaft. The salty taste mixed with her saliva as she worked, her tongue tracing the length, her shame deepening with each reluctant swipe. Edgard groaned softly, his hand resting on her head, guiding her as she cleaned him, the act a final mark of her submission in the cramped bathroom.

Luz continued with Edgard’s hard cock in her mouth, the semen pooling inside as she breathed through her nose, her tongue diligently cleaning the remnants of semen from his rigid shaft. She felt the sticky fluid sliding down her face, the boy marking her with every drop. Edgard withdrew his still-firm thick cock from her mouth, a thin strand of semen connecting them briefly, and commanded, “Now swallow, please, Mrs. Lopez.” Luz faced yet another layer of humiliation, now forced to ingest his semen, knowing it would linger within her, its warmth seeping into her core as a lasting trace of his dominance. Reluctantly, she acquiesced to the revolting idea, swallowing the thick load with a grimace. Afterward, Edgard instructed, “Open your mouth, let me see you’ve swallowed.” Her submission was absolute as she parted her lips, revealing an empty mouth, the taste clinging to her palate as she knelt before him, fully under his control.

After Luz showed her open mouth, Edgard added, “Stick out your tongue too.” She complied, extending her tongue to display her mouth fully to him, the act deepening her degradation as she exposed herself completely to his scrutiny.

Edgard nodded with a satisfied groan, his eyes tracing the semen-streaked lines on her face and the obedient display of her tongue, reveling in the power he wielded. “You’re a good girl Mrs. Lopez” he said, his voice laced with triumph. The bathroom air hung heavy with the aftermath, the boys in the living room a stark reminder of her hidden shame.

Luz, having shown she’d swallowed all his semen, clung to the hope that the worst was over, that she’d soon be free from this nightmare. But Edgard had one final task in mind. He brought his still semi-hard cock close to her face, catching her off guard, and began rubbing it across her semen-smeared skin. He painted her face with his softening cock, dragging it over her forehead, cheeks, chin, and lips, occasionally slipping it into her mouth. Luz felt the slick warmth as he coated every inch of her face with semen, marking her thoroughly. Edgard, now thrusting his cock back into her mouth, groaned, “Suck it, Mrs. Lopez, there’s still semen on my cock.” Once again humiliated, Luz used her tongue to clean the boy’s cock, the idea of him smearing his cock across her semen-covered face both repulsive and deeply degrading.

Edgard pulled his hard cock from her mouth and resumed rubbing it over her face, tracing her closed lips with particular focus. The sight was staggering—Luz kneeling, fully naked, her face drenched in his seed, completely surrendered to his humiliations. As he pressed his rigid shaft against her lips, a knock sounded at the door. Timmy’s voice, now tinged with concern over his “friend’s” long absence, called out, “Ahh… Edgard, is everything okay? Need us to call a doctor?” On the other side, his “friend” was sliding his cock over his mother’s lips. Edgard replied smoothly, “Just finishing up, I’ll be out in a moment,” his tone casual despite the scene. Luz’s heart lurched at her son’s voice, the sting of shame piercing her as Edgard’s cock continued its degrading caress.

Edgard stepped back, a smirk playing on his lips as he retrieved his swim trunks from the floor. He pulled them on, adjusting himself with a satisfied groan, then turned to Luz. “You’ve been exceptional, Mrs. Lopez—your payment has bought my silence for now,” he said with a wink, his tone dripping with satisfaction, the words “for now” echoing ominously in Luz’s mind, a veiled threat that tightened her chest. Bending down, he scooped up the yellow bikini bottom from the floor, its thin fabric crumpled and soaked. Holding it up with a taunting grin, he added, “I’m keeping this as a souvenir, Mrs. Lopez.” The sight of her bikini in his hands, a damning token saturated with the evidence of her degradation and now a perverse trophy of his conquest, sent a fresh wave of shame through her.

He opened the door and stepped out, sauntering toward the living room. “Didn’t feel well, sorry guys, but now that I’ve gotten everything out of my system, I feel much better,” he quipped with a sly smile, eliciting chuckles from Timmy and the others, unaware of the truth.

Luz, still on her knees, alone now, her gaze fell on the discarded bikini strewn across the bathroom floor, pulling her back to the harsh reality of how this situation had unfolded. The dried semen from Edgard crusted on her face, while her pussy and asshole felt coated with the sticky remnants of their encounter.She picked up the bikini top from the floor, sliding it over her trembling body, the thin fabric barely covering her full breasts, leaving her lower half exposed without the bikini bottom Edgard had claimed as his souvenir. She pulled her dress on, the fabric brushing against her bare skin, clinging to her hips where the absence of the bikini bottom heightened her vulnerability. The urge to wash her face, her mouth, to scrub away Edgard’s dried semen, tugged at her, but this was her chance to escape unseen from the bathroom. She hesitated, her hands hovering near the sink, but the risk of someone approaching the door spurred her to act. With a deep breath, she smoothed her dress, trying to compose herself despite the lingering stickiness and the raw exposure beneath, and cracked the door open.

Peering out, she saw the hallway was empty, the boys’ laughter echoing from the living room. She slipped out, her steps quick and silent as she ascended the stairs, each creak amplifying her anxiety. Halfway up, a sharp twinge of pain shot through one of her asscheeks. Glancing down, she noticed the faint outline of Edgard’s handprints from the spankings, visible through the thin fabric of her dress, a humiliating mark of their encounter that deepened her shame. Reaching her bedroom, she closed the door behind her and sank onto the bed, her body heavy with exhaustion. Her mind involuntarily replayed the day’s events, each memory a sharp pang of guilt and shame, yet tinged with the unwanted thrill that still lingered in her core, the phrase “for now” reverberating as a constant threat.

Afternoon settled over the house, but the day's heat lingered, a stifling blanket seeping through the open windows and curtains of Luz's bedroom. It was nearly seven o'clock, and the distant hum of crickets blended with the heavy silence that filled the house since Lucas, Mathias, and Edgard had left hours earlier. Luz lay on her bed, wrapped in a white cotton bathrobe that covered her body well, having just finished bathing. The hot water had washed away the sticky traces of Edgard's saliva and the marks of his dominance, and she had put on underwear before securing the robe—a small attempt to earn some dignity again. She had brushed her teeth repeatedly, the minty taste struggling to drown out the lingering memory of Edgard's semen on her palate, a nauseating echo that settled deep in her stomach. Yet neither water nor toothbrush could erase the vivid recollection of those moments in the bathroom: Edgard's three fingers plunging into her ass, exploring with a precision that had driven her to the edge of madness, her body betraying her with every moan.

A trembling sigh escaped her lips as she forced herself to rise. Dinner wouldn’t prepare itself, and Timmy would be waiting. She adjusted the robe, feeling the weight of her underwear against her still-sensitive skin and padded barefoot to the kitchen, the cool floor offering a momentary relief from the persistent heat. The open curtains let in the silver glow of the moon, exposing her silhouette to the night. As she chopped vegetables with trembling hands, her mind drifted back to the bathroom, to the sensation of total submission, to the humiliation that still burned within her. The knife slipped slightly, and she paused, closing her eyes, fighting to maintain her composure. Dinner would be her attempt at normalcy, a fragile shield against the whirlwind threatening to consume her.

Minutes later, the table was set with a simple dish of sautéed vegetables and rice. Luz and Timmy sat across from each other, the initial silence broken only by the clink of cutlery. The dim light of the kitchen lamp cast soft shadows across their faces, but the tension was palpable. Timmy poked at a piece of carrot, then looked up, his eyes searching his mother’s with a mix of concern and caution.

“Mom, I noticed you seemed off today” he said finally, his voice low but sincere. “I don’t know, like something was bothering you. And… I’m sorry about earlier, in the kitchen, when I snapped at you about your outfit. I shouldn’t have said that. I just… didn’t like how the guys were looking at you.”

Luz felt a lump form in her throat, guilt crashing over her like a wave. Timmy’s words, laced with regret, only deepened the weight of what she had endured with Edgard: the intimate massage by the pool and later the bathroom ordeal, his fingers, his semen that still seemed to sear into her memory. She forced a shaky smile, her hands gripping the edge of her plate.

“Don’t worry, Timmy,” she murmured, her voice cracking slightly. “It’s been a long day, that’s all. And… thank you for apologizing. I’m sorry too if I made you feel bad.”

But as she spoke, her mind screamed in silence, trapped in the shame of her secret. The dinner continued in a tense quiet, each bite a reminder of the burden she carried on her shoulders, with Edgard’s “for now” echoing like a shadow that wouldn’t let her rest.

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