It was a very hot day in Guatemala. The invisible God Sun was scorching relentlessly the arid land and the hapless citizens, who were running panic-stricken, desperately seeking a shady refuge. Even the dogs in the streets had withdrawn long time ago, lugging slowly their tired limbs, one after another, carrying away the burden of their existence.
Veronica was sitting on her brown leather armchair, sweating and breathing heavily. Her tiny peacock-blue bikini was soaking wet and her black stiletto high heels reflected the sunlight which was coming through the blinds. Thick beads of sweat had taken shape on her face and perspiration was trickling down her freckled cleavage. She was working on her laptop and speaking at the same time to her friend Carolina on Msn messenger.
They had been friends and lovers for many years and used to share their sexual fantasies both on bed and online. Hardcore lesbians as they were, they had tried every fetish you could imagine. However, the only thing that could turn them on so hard and absolute had been and was anal fisting.
Veronica would never forget the first time Carolina had fisted her tight ass. The pain had been so intense and immense that she had been crying her heart out for hours. Once Carolina had inserted two fingers in her rear end and started pushing them inside, it felt good-at that moment. Her husband used to abuse her dark hole when she had her period and two fingers inside her butt had never been a problem. Actually, she always enjoyed having her hubby's thick tool deep inside her "forbidden path"; she would never stop rocking her pelvis very fast up and down, roughly milking, that way, his stiff mast with her muscular fatless buttocks, even after his orgasm, until it waned into nothing more than a drained innocuous small worm. But when Carolina managed to add a third and forth finger inside, she had screamed and almost passed out.
Carolina had never been a person who would take a "no" for answer and therefore, she had proceeded in shoving her right palm in Veronica's overstretched rectum, despite her pathetic cries for help. Veronica remembered very well the way she had been squirming in agony like an impaled snake, clenching the sheets with her fists and banging her head on the pillow, for many minutes, until a thunderous orgasm knocked her out unconscious.
Veronica at her 55 looked no more than 35 years old. Of course the wrinkles on her face, hands and neck would definitely betray her true age; nevertheless the sight of her firm fatless body would send any previous impressions to the litter-bin in a fraction of a second. She was 5'2'' tall, with 32 C cup size and weighed 128 pounds. The features of her face were rather classical for her nationality, reminiscent of Incas; her hawkish eyes were black and sharp, her hunched nose was thin and she had a boyish haircut-the hair was dyed red. Her figure was slim and athletic and her legs were rather short in comparison with her body. She had divorced her husband a few years ago and had a daughter-36 years old Carolyn-and two granddaughters-13 years old Amber and 9 years old Vero.
Carolina had come across some incest pictures in the net and was showing them to Veronica. Veronica had stopped her work and was looking at them while still chatting with her. There were various poses with older females involved in oral action with young men, two of which had attracted Veronica's attention.
The first one had a totally surprised 19 years old naked man standing up with hands on the waist. His 35 years old mommy, with eyes closed and hands on her knees, was knelt before him-her straight brown shoulder length hair was parted in the middle; she had a pearl necklace around her neck and was dressed in a black evening gown-and had sweetly trapped the tip of her son's erected small dick between her scarlet lips.
The other one was the close-up of a 18 years old boy's crotch who was laid on a carpet. His legs were spread apart and the pelvis was lifted 3 inches above the ground. His 40 years old blonde mommy-completely naked, with eyes half closed and her sweaty matted hair disturbed and messy-was laid on her right side and had her head rested on his tummy. Her right hand -very inconvenient; someone would expect the other one- had cupped his testicles and the super red bulge of the very well-salivated pole was leaned lazily towards her wide opened mouth, while a thick crust of musky milky semen covered her lips and the tip of the nose.
Veronica had already placed her right hand inside her bikini and was rubbing slowly her shaved slit when the door bell rang. At first she tried to ignore it but the bell-sound kept piercing her ears and nerves. Upset and furious to the highest degree she got up and went to answer the door. At the door stood a 18 years old girl dressed in white t-shirt and shorts.
Veronica: "What do you want Marietta?"
Marietta: "I am very sorry Miss Veronica. I didn't mean to bother you but my mother sent me to ask you if you could give us a cup of sugar. She is making a cake and unfortunately we run out of it."
Veronica: "You always find the right moment to disturb me Marietta. You could have come an hour later than that. Can't you see I am busy?...Damn!...Step inside young lady."
Marietta: "It isn't my fault Miss. My mother sent me and..."
Veronica: "I know very well you and your mother, Marietta. You are always bugging me with your nonsense. I wonder what you mother told you this time."
Marietta: "Eeeemm...She said: "Why don't you go to that old lady and bring me some sugar for my cake?" That was exactly her words."
Veronica: "OLD LADY? OLD? Did she say that?"
Marietta: "Exactly Miss."
