We must give a name to the protagonist of this story, and Since no original one comes to mind, we can leave it at Pedro.

We must give a name to the protagonist of this story, and Since no original one comes to mind, we can leave it at Pedro. Yes indeed, Pedro is still a boy in full adolescence, who is tired of having to camouflage the pimples to be able to flirt on the weekends in bad bars death, where a lot of girls who try to look older than they They have, they usually visit. They are those types of babies that Pedro has never seen before. attracted attention, ridiculous with miniskirts that barely reveal skinny legs, and with boots and platforms that do not help to stylize even her walk or his figure. When Pedro went with his friends to those bars, he always ended up focusing his attention to waitresses in their twenties, and sometimes even thirtysomethings. One day he even surprised himself, looking with libidinous eyes at a mother who taught her 4-year-old child that he should not enter those dens of alcohol and lust until he was much older. Today is Saturday, and Pedro has been left alone at home, because his parents have gone like every morning, to do the shopping with the aim of accumulating provisions for the rest of the week. And it won't be because of what Pedro eats, because the boy is a little in the bones, after the pull that his body has begun to produce, to achieve typical musculature in an adult boy. The truth is that yesterday, Friday, Pedro had no luck in his exit. His friends pushed him to try it with a mulatilla that gave him long, and during the night, he had certain wet dreams that revolved all around her. She was pretty, yes, but Pedro didn't think he could have show nothing if he has succeeded in his hunting attempt. So things are, Pedro was hotter than the soup his mother made. I was about to put a tape on the video he had in his room "Virgins at the point of look", it was titled, or something like that. He was already rubbing his hands, he was going to be able to shake it off without having to worry about anyone coming into the room and interrupt him at the least opportune, and most embarrassing, moment. More than once his mother had caught him red-handed with her hands squeezing his penis hard, hitting the handlebars... Even one day when he got very angry, his mother did that he had to turn suddenly, and part of his ejaculation occurred on the quilt on his bed. But today was going to be different, a good handjob without rushing and without discomfort. He was already pulling down his underwear when the doorbell rang. of the door. Pedro initially thought about opening the door, what the hell, nothing. I had to interrupt him in those moments that promised so much. But again, the The doorbell rang a few more times. Angry and reluctant, Pedro pulled up his underwear, and hastily put on some jeans that he had thrown over his desk. The peephole through which he observed who could have damaged him his best moment on Saturday, he let the image of his neighbor reach his eyes, rather, her mother's best friend. Margarita, that's her name, is the type of women for whom Pedro felt admiration. He must have been about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. She retained the features of a young woman, with a body awesome. Her breasts always caught the attention of any man, because besides, she never hid them. Her legs were never hidden, as Margarita always wore skirts or dresses that showed off her splendid columns, strengthened by continuous exercise to those who were subjugated in their profession, portfolio in the town. Faced with such a panorama, Pedro seemed to forget the "problem" that For him it had meant the interruption of the doorbell, and he hurriedly opened it. - "Isn't your mother here, Pedro?" - Margaret asked. - "No, he went out shopping with my father" - he replied, hoping that his answer would not make Margarita turn back on herself and returned to his house. - "Do you mind if I look at the size of the curtains that your mother last week in your room? I'm going to put identical ones on that of my Paula" (her 6-year-old daughter)". The image of Margarita flashed through Pedro's mind. own room! There was no doubt what to answer. - "not of course, come in and yourself. I have the room a little messy, I hope you don't mind." Pedro closed the door behind him, and couldn't help but follow Margarita with her gaze fixed on her splendid buttocks. He even made a gesture to touch them, and sighed when he saw that a break given by Margarita was not due to would have realized it, but for coming across the cover of the tape. video, lying on the ground. Luckily for Pedro, it was a blank tape cover, and did not reflect its content. Margarita, who was only wearing an old skirt from being out house, short, very short, and a blouse that allowed one to guess without much effort, who was not wearing a bra, approached the curtains. Pedro, he thought when he saw her bend over and mark her beautiful butt more against the skirt, which could not stand around having a woman like that in his room. He approached for behind him, and making a gesture of going to touch the curtain that Margarita was looking at, he brushed with his crotch her ass. - "I don't like them too much" - he said while He noticed that his features were heating up until they were almost burning. I was surprised to that Margarita had not moved away from the contact. - "Well, I love them" - Margarita whispered, looking away. He glanced at Pedro's face, at the same time letting out a mischievous laugh. Pedro put his hand towards his neighbor's blouse. From lost to river. If until that moment his penis, which reached a hardness unknown to him At that moment, he had not caused Margarita to slap him, his hand was not going to deprive himself of rubbing her nipples. He was surprised to notice a sighed on his part, when his finger naively touched the tip of that beautiful hill. Margarita turned around suddenly and looked directly at the boy. Peter He thought at that moment that his heat was over, and that he was going to be lucky if His mother did not know about this chapter. But he was wrong. Margarita smiled and got on her knees before him, while she lowered his pants with a surprising delicacy. Pedro, who until now had been very brave, began to let broken words come out of his mouth, without any sense... like wanting to ask what his mind had no doubt was going to take place. - "How you've grown since you moved here" - he commented Margarita while her hands had already contacted Pedro's penis. Were warm hands, which knew very well what they should do in front of such a member. Pedro was not a virgin, but his runs with women were reduced to a couple of nights in an open field with a classmate, and such ejaculations are not They were remembered in a very special way, for the discomfort, and for the lack of experience that I had at that time. Pedro looked at the ceiling of the room with lost eyes. He noticed that whoever was handling his penis was someone who he knew very well what he was doing. Every movement, every pressure, seemed measured to the millimeter to cause a pleasure unknown to him until then. Meanwhile, Margarita He caressed her breasts with his other hand. at no time did he let these came to light, or that Pedro could not even intuit how they shone in the light. room light. But Pedro wasn't too worried about that. The pleasure that She felt it was such that she could only let her neighbor do it. When he noticed humidity on his cocoon, he had to lower his eyes to believe what he I assumed it was happening. Margarita ate at his feet, and ate at a thousand Pedro's penis wonders. As if by automatism until that moment unknown, Pedro placed his two hands on Margarita's long hair, and pressing gently, he began to accompany the swaying movements that the head of that woman they starred in. He was afraid of coming at any time. moment, because her neighbor's tongue was running through the most sensitive of his phallus, and although he did not like to admit it, he still did not dominate, Due to his lack of experience, control of ejaculation as would be desirable. You couldn't be a gigolo at sixteen either, he had told himself. more than once. But Margarita didn't seem to care that little by little, her tongue was noticing a bitter taste coming from the tip of that toy that he had in his mouth. He knew he was about to give the greatest pleasure of his life to a kid who she had known almost always, and that made her feel like her clitoris harder and harder, upon contact with the fingers of his free hand, was it going to be the element that would lead her to an orgasm that since she had the girl, there had not been able to have her husband again. I noticed how Pedro timidly pushed his head back. as the sour taste became more noticeable, but she gave up on removing the cock from the mouth. That would spoil his run, which was as close or closer to the of Peter. A scream went through the entire floor, and Pedro couldn't take it anymore. He released all the milk that had been accumulated since the night before the mulatto had heated. I couldn't believe it. his neighbor was swallowing it all at the same time who moaned and writhed with pleasure. Pedro could barely reach glimpse of Margarita's pubic hair, which she seemed to want to hide from him. all his secrets to the boy. But he didn't care, he was getting drier than ever. what none of his masturbations had ever left him. By the chin of Trails of semen fell from Margarita, while she looked with a pleased face at the young. He got up, and without cleaning himself, gave him a kiss on the cheek. - "I think I'll put up other curtains. They don't quite work for me either." to look as pretty as in the store, with your mother. Tell him I've come" - Margarita opened the door and left towards her house just as had come. Pedro, erect with his penis already flaccid, did not know if all that whether it really happened or not. What was clear to me was that I no longer needed watch the movie I had put in the video.