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With my back to the door, I push it shut after hearing the noise and lock it. Hearing and seeing this, she gives me a knowing smile and immediately takes off her shirt, her white leggings and matching lace panties...
Esther kicks both her shirt and leggings into the corner. —"I don't want them to get dirty."— She says, as she runs her fingers over her honey pot....
I take off my shirt, revealing my muscular upper body. It's not the first time, but Esther's eyes light up as always, and she even swallows hard. But I don't stop. I unbutton my pants and pull them down along with my boxers.
As if I had a spring in my balls, my hard shaft pops out. —"Damn."— She mutters, but her smile widens, and she swallows another mouthful. She observes its dimensions:
9.05 inches long and 2.7 inches wide, made of pure, hard flesh, as hard as a rock...
Then she took a step back and climbed onto the massage table. After sitting down, she spread her legs in a V-shape, holding her calves with both hands, as she beckoned me. —"Come on, Max, show me what that thing is made of. "—
In response, I smiled, stroking my shaft. —"Perfect, it's time to begin.,"— I said, while in my mind, four years of sweat and tears had led up to this moment.
As my thing was entering, in my brain a message was heard.
[Electric-touch.]
I know it sounds stupid, but this is actually my second unlocked skill..
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Before we continue let me introduce myself. My name is Maximus Warren, you need to know a little about my family and the reason that led me to this, but above all, some context.
My father (Esteban) founded a modeling agency. Being new to the business, his brand wasn't very well-known, which led him to hire models. Among those first models was my mother (Elizabeth), who was only 16 years old.
After some setbacks, the agency took off. My father, 35 years old and being a shrewd old man, got engaged to my mother when she was 18.
Months later, they married because she was already pregnant. The following year, my older brother, Oscar, was born.
Years later, Laura, Rebecca, Patricia, and finally, me, was born.
For the next few years, everything was fine. They both took charge of the business, and it finally took off. Large companies recognized the agency, but nothing lasts forever.
When I turned 10, problems began at home.
A year later, my parents separated, and when I turned 12, two important things happened in the family. My mother founded her own modeling agency, while my father remarried.
Esther is my new stepmother, and she has two daughters. ( Estefanía and Triczy. )
When I was 13 and part of 14, I spent a lot of time traveling between my father's and my mother's houses, but since they were always very busy, I spent most of my time at home.
During that time, my father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. I remember it well because I had to live at his house for three months straight.
One weekend, I had to go to school to rehearse early for a parade, so I had to get up at 5:00 a.m.
While I was getting dressed and ready, I left my room at 5:30 a.m. When I went downstairs to the living room, I found my stepmother, Esther, with her yoga mat under her arm.
A white sports bra with her nipples showing and a mini-short gym outfit, but because she has a big butt, the shorts are too small and I can see more than half of her ass at a glance.
That day I spent thinking about my stepmother to the point that I couldn't concentrate on rehearsing, so that weekend I started planning the next 20 years of my life.
At first, I just wanted to find material, you know, for a good wank.
Esther was a good option; she's beautiful, and besides, we're not related. The problem is that my stepmother only wears skimpy clothing at that time of day. After her workout, she changes into normal clothes. Of course, to get good material, I had to make some sacrifices, like getting up early and exercising—nothing out of the ordinary.
My next problem was money, so I decided to study computer science, and as a hobby, I bought massage books, and I wouldn't move on to the next one until I had memorized most of the book.
I started exercising in my bedroom, without making a big deal about it, and when I lacked motivation, I just had to wake up at 5:40 and go down to the kitchen for a glass of water.
When I got back to my room, my glass of water was always there, and my shaft was rock hard.
Time passed, and two years later, when I turned 16, I overheard my stepmother, Esther, talking to her sister about how frustrated she was with the lack of sex and how she didn't want to leave Esteban (my father) because her eldest daughter (Estefanía) was starting university, and while my stepmother could cover the expenses, she would end up in debt.
I remember that conversation well, because afterward my stepmother told her sister she was going swimming in the pool, since she'd bought a new bikini.
I was euphoric and even went downstairs to sunbathe 30 minutes before my stepmother went down to the pool, but I hadn't counted on my father calling me to his study.
I pushed the study door hard enough to make it bounce and strode in, letting out several huffs and puffs.
A few feet from the couch, I didn't sit down; I plopped down on the mattress, crossing my arms. My father wasn't upset with my messed-up attitude; instead, he smiled at the scene I was making.
My father took his time, pouring himself a whiskey. —"I was much worse the day I was diagnosed with this,"— With that gesture, what should have been there was gone, and in its place hung a plastic bag tied around his waist with a small hose.
Esteban opens one of the drawers and takes out a plane ticket, placing it on the desk. — "Before you refuse to take this trip, I want you to listen to me."— I don't answer, but I rest both hands on the coaster of the armchair, ready to refute any suggestion and get up at any moment.
—"I know you're studying computer science on your own, and even about your 48 books on massage,"— With that, my father turns around and walks over to a bookshelf. —"Before we continue, you must understand that this isn't a father-son conversation; this is a conversation between men, and anything we say from now on stays between us."— He finishes, gesturing to the two of us.
After thinking for a moment, I nod in complete agreement. —"Perfect."— With that, my father moves a couple of books, followed by a sculpture, before pressing a button.
The books on several shelves shift, revealing a screen. —"After you started studying computer science, I became interested and began researching the topic. That's how I learned about CCTV video surveillance systems."— Suddenly, several live feeds from cameras appeared on the screen.
—"At first, my plan was to have something small, you know, two or three security cameras at the front door and in the backyard, but after installing them, I discovered this.."— A video of the front door then appeared, showing my stepmother and her sister, repeatedly giving her several items of clothing.
It was at that moment that my father asked, —"Do you know what day it is. ?"— Having no idea, I shook my head several times.
—"It's the day before the rehearsal. That seemed strange to me, but hours later your mother called me, reminding me of the schedule and mentioning that she had called earlier, but Esther answered that call....You know how your mother is, she doesn't even trust her own shadow anymore.."— With that, he took out his cell phone and immediately played a video.
—"Here she appears awake at 4:00 a.m., 4:30 a.m., 5:00 a.m., and 5:30 a.m. As you can see in this last one, Esther is already dressed."— I didn't know what to say, but my skin was already pale and my hands were sweating.
—"This doesn't mean anything."— At this point, my father paused and reopened his desk drawer, taking out a marriage contract. —"But you know how I am. That same afternoon, I ordered nine more video cameras to be installed."— He picked up the remote control from the table and pressed a button.
Nine video cameras appeared on the screen, distributed throughout the house.
There were cameras in the living room, kitchen, front door, backyard, basement, attic, hallway, and pantry. —"This is the reason,"— He said, pointing to a paragraph in the marriage contract.
—"What do I have to do with all this.?"— I asked, but after reading the clause and thinking for a moment, there wasn't much to say.
—"Esther's been leading you by the nose this whole time,"— My father said, pointing to the video camera in the backyard.
There's no one there.
—"To see if I'm lying or not, just go to the pool and lie down to sunbathe. Five minutes later, Esther will arrive in her tiny swimsuit. Go on, go and come back when you have your answer."— My father said, pointing to the door, but I didn't get up. I just sighed. —"What's your plan.?"—
—"The trip is to one of the best computer science schools. The tuition is already paid."— At that moment, I was a bundle of emotions, but I managed to control myself. —"Okay, when do I leave, and what does Mom think.?"—
—"Believe me, kid, I lost several years of my life on the phone with your mother, but in the end, she agreed with my idea too." —
That surprised me. "What did you use to convince her.?"
—"Nothing special, but it turns out there are several professional massage parlors in the place you're going to. I just had to tell her about your hobby, and she happily agreed, even signing up as you first client."— With that, my father started laughing heartily.
I reflexively started laughing too.
Seconds later, my father stopped laughing, and his expression turned very serious. —"If you keep this up, all those women will eventually go crazy for you."— At this point, my laughter became awkward because Dad kept staring at a certain part of my body, but seconds later, his laughter returned, even brighter.
Since I had already agreed to the sudden trip, there was no point in staying in the studio, so I got up. As I said goodbye, Dad pulled out an electronic wallet. —"Here, I bought everything I could."— I just glanced at it briefly to see what he was giving me.
Without a second thought, I grabbed the digital wallet and, after checking it, asked, —"How, when, why.?"— The amount of Bitcoin in the wallet was absurd. I'd been wanting to buy some for a couple of weeks, but with my own money, I'd only managed to get 10 bitcoins.
My father shrugged. —"You needed funds to buy some, and it just so happens I had them."— We're talking about 130,000 Bitcoins at $100 each, which was roughly $13 million.
Before I could think more carefully, Dad called me and asked, —"Are we okay.?"— I nodded, putting digital wallet away and replied, —"Everything's fine."— With that, I went back to my room to think things through more, but I also needed to check a few things myself.
I grabbed a towel, slung it over my shoulder, and headed to the pool.
Five minutes later, my stepmother Esther arrived wearing a newly purchased two-piece bikini and set up her sun lounger several meters from mine, always with her back to me. As I stared at her backside ass, the reflection of a video camera lens hit my face.
It was at that moment that something clicked in my mind; everything made sense. My father had more video cameras than he let on, but I was leaving and had to take the fall.
Three days later, I left to study in another country, and everything happened so fast that only my older sister got to say goodbye.
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