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Natasha spent most of the afternoon doing housework, but she couldn't get the arrogant smile on Max's lips out of her mind. Although she had several ideas for a couple of hours of sex at home, there was a small problem.
Her mother and daughter.
Even though the woman offered her countless solutions—such as going to her bedroom before dinner, going for a walk around the farm, going down to the basement, and even going into the bathroom to fuck.—she still had the same problem.
Her daughter or mother could show up at any moment, the party would be over, and she wouldn't have the face to see her sister again, not to mention the consequences for her family, her husband, and her children.
For this reason, Natasha decided to make a plan to have sex for a couple of hours without any problems.
The plan was simple: leave the house.
With the plan in place, Natasha now has to find the perfect excuse. After wandering around the house several times, the woman returns to the kitchen and carefully examines the pantry, discovering that a couple of important household items are missing.
Now she just has to put her plan into action and pray that her daughter or mother refuses to accompany them to go shopping in Laketown. But since Max isn't home, the blessed plan will be on hold until the boy arrives.
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For his part, Max took his time plowing the next two fields, taking up the entire afternoon for a total of 7 hectares.
The boy wasn't in any hurry to finish the remaining fields, leaving the last three for tomorrow.
As the sun was about to set, the boy grabbed his tools and took them to the barn to store them and return home before sunset.
Max saw Natasha sitting on the porch from several feet away. When his aunt noticed her, she immediately got up from her chair and waited for his arrival with a big smile.
—"Is everything okay, Aunt.?"— the boy asked before reaching the porch.
Natasha waited for Max to enter before responding with an even brighter smile: —"Everything's great at home, why did you ask.?"— With that, the woman proudly puffed out her chest.
—"Oh, nothing, it's not for nothing."— Max replied, and just as the boy was about to enter the house, Natasha crossed his path, her chest still raised.
Seeing this kind of behavior from her aunt, Max asked again: —"What's going on.?"— Natasha remained silent, staring intently into the boy's eyes, and after a few seconds, she smiled again.
Before speaking, Natasha returns to look at the door of the house and checks that there is no one around. After checking, Natasha looks back at the boy and with her lips pressed together in a whisper says: —"I'm going to town and you're going with me."— Thanks to her increased perception, it was easy for Max to hear the whisper, so Natasha didn't need to repeat herself.
For Max, the whisper sounded somewhat strange, so the boy's face at first shows surprise, now the boy adds the time and place, because it wasn't a request from his aunt, it sounds more like an order.
After seeing Max frown, Natasha took a step back, and before she could explain her reason, Olga's voice is heard from inside the house: —"Naty, has Max arrived.?"— Before answering her mother, Natasha first looks towards the house, then she looks at the boy. —"Yes, he's already here."—
Hearing her daughter's response, Olga is heard saying. —"Fine."— After a few seconds and hearing the sounds of footsteps, Olga finally steps out of the house and onto the porch. Seeing Max, her grandmother's smile widens and brightens, but seeing Natasha's serious face next to Max, and her brow furrowed, both silent.
Grandmother's next words came out automatically. —"What's up, Naty? Why are you both out.?"— Olga comments as she alternates her gaze between her daughter and Max.
—"Oh, it's nothing important. I was just telling Max that we need some things from the pantry and asking if he could come with me to Laketown."— Natasha replies to her mother with a smile as fake as a three-dollar bill.
—"That's great..." — Olga comments, and she claps excitedly a couple of times before adding: —"Alondra sent us a couple of messages and says it's urgent that you get in touch so she can find out what happened at the lake. She also tells us that video sales are skyrocketing and that the Hunters' Association wants you to come to their offices as soon as possible." —
The first two messages cause some surprise in both Max and Natasha.
Natasha was the one who asked the next question:—"Mom, what is this Hunters' Association.?"—
Olga didn't answer her daughter; she just pursed her lips in discomfort before smiling: —"How about you two go to town, and while Max talks to Alondra, you, Natasha, go buy what's needed for the house.?"—
After hearing her mother's proposal, a big smile spreads across Natasha's face, which she immediately suppresses with all her might and adds through her teeth: —"I don't know, Mom."— The woman comments with a certain regret in her voice, having to avoid looking into her mother's eyes at all times, while she tries to look outside the house for fear of not being able to contain her happiness.
—"Okay, I'll go see if Anna wants to..."— Olga barely finished speaking when Natasha spoke up: —"Okay, okay, I'll get the truck."— she said hurriedly after hearing her mother's harsh words..
With that, Natasha immediately turned around and walked off the porch, while Olga rolled her eyes and smiled through her teeth. Max, on the other hand, remained silent, his eyes traveling from his grandmother's face to his aunt's.
Five minutes later, the truck appeared in front of the house, and Natasha called to Max from the driver's seat: —"Come on, Max, or we'll be late."— After listening to her daughter, Olga snorted and rolled her eyes.
Grandma ignores her daughter's haste and looks at Max: —"Honey, you have to be very careful with all those guys from the Association."— Max nods after Grandma's comment and asks the most obvious question: —"Who are those guys.?"—
Grandma doesn't immediately answer Max's question. Her eyes shift toward the barn and then travel beyond the farmhouse as she says: —"They're a bunch of old, senile guys with too much time on their hands. Their leaders can and do countless atrocities without the slightest consequence, and they can manipulate the laws of this and other countries at their whim and convenience."—
At this point, Olga's face became as serious as possible: "Always remember to be very careful with all those guys, that's all I can tell you."— Max was completely surprised this time, not by the clear warning, but because he couldn't remember seeing Grandma's face so serious in several years, not even when Grandpa had passed away.
Natasha is already feeling a bit impatient behind the wheel, but she doesn't use the truck's horn for fear of being heard by her daughter and completely ruining all her plans. But when she sees Max enter the house, the woman refrained from screaming and tightened her hands on the wheel.
Minutes later, her body relaxes when she sees the boy leaving the house alone, with his cell phone in one hand and a jacket in the other.
Natasha snorts a few times when she sees how the boy takes his time saying goodbye to his grandmother:
—"For the love of God, we're not going to war."— the woman says with a grumble under her breath, but she immediately replaces that bad gesture with a bright smile when she sees Max walk toward the truck.
She waits until the boy gets in the car, then says goodbye to his mother with a couple of hand signals: —"We'll be back in a few minutes."— Natasha shouts from the car.
Olga rolls her eyes again at her daughter's dramatic farewell: —"Good heavens, are they going to war.?"— She whispers under her breath before returning the farewell with the same gesture accompanied by a smile.
Olga stayed on the porch until the truck disappeared down the road. She lets out a sigh before returning home, thinking about the Association's message and its repercussions:
—"Their popularity will skyrocket, I just hope the fame doesn't go to his head."— Olga mutters and waits on the porch for a few more minutes before entering the house, where she finds her granddaughter coming down from the second floor.
—"And Mom.?"— the girl asks before finishing down the steps.
—"She went with Max to Laketown."— Olga answers, and without pausing, she goes to the kitchen.
—"Oh."— the girl replies, thinking for a few seconds and looking around the living room, then returns to her bedroom to put on the most conservative clothing possible.
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Natasha knows how important it is to manage time well in these situations, so she focuses on the road and hits the gas, reaching 40 mph.
Max notices how focused his aunt is on the road and remains silent, as he fastens his seatbelt. Normally, the road from the farm to Laketown takes 40 minutes at 15 or 20 mph.
This time, Natasha traveled that route in 25 minutes, and because she had to slow down, or the truck could literally go off the road.
Before reaching Laketown, Max's cell phone began ringing and ringing with an endless stream of text messages, and there were so many messages that it simply the cell phone shut off when it couldn't take any more.
When he turned the cell phone back on, it immediately rang again, this time with the missed calls along with his voicemail, before going dark again.
Just as the boy is about to turn his phone back on, Natasha stops him: —"Let's get to one of those hotels. They have a good signal there." —This doesn't seem strange to Max, and he'd like a more private place to talk to his mother, so he immediately nods: —"Sure..."—
Upon hearing the answer, Natasha nods too: —"Okay, we'll take the next detour."— the woman says, and turns into a fork that takes them to the outskirts of town.
It doesn't take long for the van to find and pull into a hotel on the side of the road: —"This place has good recommendations; you can pay in cash, it's discreet, it has room service, and it also has internet."—
Natasha doesn't hesitate to show off her knowledge of the area and adds: —"Although it costs more than other places, my friends tell me this place is worth it."— With that, it doesn't take long for the van to pull into the parking lot.
Natasha turns off the engine and sets the parking brake. —"Wait inside. I won't be long. I'll get a room, while you check some of your messages."— Max nods and turns his phone back on, but this time it doesn't turn off.
Natasha flashes a bright smile at Max for a few seconds.
As she gets out of the truck and closes the door, her smile is replaced by a smirk of absolute arrogance. She mutters in her mind: (You'll see, you damn brat. When I'm done with you, we'll see if you're capable of flashing that stupid smile again...) With that, the woman opens her purse and takes out some bills along with her ID, while walking toward the hotel's administration.
The cat's in the bag...
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Natasha returned to the truck with the room key in hand and showed it to Max. —"The guy at the front desk charged me $100 for the next four hours."— With that, the woman proceeded to lock the truck. The guy got out and locked the door before closing it.
They both walked toward the rooms arranged horizontally, and Natasha checked the assigned numbers on the doors. —"This is it."— The woman pointed to the door marked 8 and tried the key before opening it.
Upon entering, Natasha turned on the lights, illuminating the entire room, revealing a bed larger than a queen-size bed, a table, two chairs, a television, air conditioning, and a full bathroom with a two-person jacuzzi.
Natasha looked back over her shoulder at Max and ordered. —"Don't forget to lock the door and take the key."— The guy nods and turns to take the key and close the door.
With that done, Max, his cell phone in hand, went straight to bed and leaned back against the headboard. He crossed his feet and checked every text message.
Natasha watched as the guy relaxed on the bed and rolled her eyes. He let out a huff of annoyance. Any other guy would be on top of her, trying to get laid at all times.
The woman looked at her figure, and perhaps the short dress was a problem. With this in mind, Natasha took off her dress and draped it over the chair, revealing her exquisite figure with soft, creamy skin and no visible wrinkles on her face, hands, neck, or breasts.
Natasha modeled a black lace bra and panties with semi-sheer flowers drawn on the cups of the bra. The small triangle in the front of the panties covered her freshly shaved honey pot.
Natasha walked from the table to the window and looked out over the parking lot for a few seconds before closing the curtains and returning to the table.
If Natasha were with any other guy, I'm sure the guy would steal a few glances at her beautiful body, but we're talking about Max, a guy who has seen this kind of scene more than once or twice in the last few days, so this time his aunt Natasha's body in her bra and panties reveals nothing new.
Natasha noticed this, so she decides to up the ante by removing her bra and panties and leaving them over her dress.
This time Max lifts his gaze from his phone screen, and his eyes follow in detail how his aunt's naked body moves from one side of the room to the other. She enters the bathroom, leaves it, walks to the table, then to the window, and returns to the bathroom.
At this point, Natasha's voice echoes from the bathroom entrance: —"It's hot, I'll rinse my body."— Max watches as his aunt enters, and then she doesn't turn around, leaving the door open.
Natasha takes two or three steps inside, then suddenly stops and turns around, finding Max's eyes on her buttocks.
Noticing this, Natasha smiles mischievously: —"If you feel like using the bathroom, I have no problem."— With that, Natasha turns sideways at the bathroom entrance, showing Max the shape of her buttocks. Not satisfied with this, the woman, with the same mischievous smile on her lips, She slaps herself twice on the buttocks, making her soft, creamy skin tremble.
After that, Natasha looks directly into the boy's eyes and shows an even brighter smile, while playing with her tongue around her lips and nodding a few times, inviting him to join her in the shower.
In response, Max smiles and shakes his head a few times before looking down at his phone screen, checking the messages he's received so far one by one.
The bathroom door slams, followed by a loud, clear: —"Fuck you."— Seconds later, the shower starts to run.
After the noise, the smile on Max's lips said it all, before shaking his head a couple more times, all without moving his eyes from his phone screen.
Among the messages and calls, it was easy to filter them out, eliminating those from any unknown numbers, leaving only the known numbers of friends and family.
These numbers alone add up to more than 150 messages from his three sisters, sister-in-law, brother, father, cousins, aunts, and even his neighbor Margaret. She sends some messages and the rest from his mother, not counting the missed calls, which number more than 60.
Most of the messages are asking how he is, if he's okay, and what's happened with the new video.
Max immediately opened his social media accounts, and his number of followers on various sites skyrocketed to over 500,000 and continues to grow. This is due to several factors, including the new video from the lake and another message from the Hunters Association tagged on his home profile.
<<"We need to talk to you in person. You must come to our offices.">>
A short but effective message, with over 5 million views, two million likes, and 1.5 million favorites. Comments on that post total over 400,000 and growing, as does the video of the second fight, which has been cut and edited.
The video sales site already has over 80,000 buyers per video at $5.
Each video has received over $400,000, not to mention the sale of 20,000 packages, priced at $20, which include all videos and exclusive access to two new videos.
Seeing the amount of money Max has earned these days, his eyes lit up. The boy knows with certainty that this place holds a gold mine.
Max doesn't let greed cloud his mind. Although he had no problem with the girls, if the boy uploads videos with the women in his family, there will be problems, and many.
With this idea in mind, Max immediately sends a message to the person who knows these things: —"Hey, is there any program or app to edit faces in real time.?"—
—"Hey, Max?"— Tommy responds with a call to Max.— "Yeah, there's something like that."— Tommy remained silent for a few seconds before taking the call again. —"They're called privacy filters, and you can use them on different parts of the body."—
Max waited for the message to arrive with the details and, after reviewing what it was about. —"It's perfect, just what I need to do a live broadcast."— The boy answers.
—"Wait, wait, you want a live stream.? Let me send you the next link so you can broadcast from the website and everyone who bought the $20 package will have access privileges."— Tommy said, his fingers immediately moving across his phone's keys.
—"Oh, that sounds really problematic."— Max said to his friend, scrunching up his face.
—"Okay, I just sent you a message with a personal link. Just log in and hit the live button, and you're all set.—" Tommy comments as he finishes typing on his phone.
After hearing his friend's explanation, Max breathes a sigh of relief: —"That sounds much better. Oh, by the way, Tommy, I'll deposit 20% of the earnings into your private account. Just don't tell your mom, please."—
—"Sure, sure, my lips will be sealed.."— Tommy replies, somewhat excited.
—"Okay, I'll call you back if I have any questions. Say hi to your parents. See you when I get back from my vacation."— With that said, Max waits for Tommy to say goodbye as well and ends the call.
Before doing anything else, Max speed-diales his mother.
Alondra immediately answers on the second ring. —"Hey, honey, how are you.?"—
Max first exchanges greetings and then begins to tell his mother how he's doing at Grandma's house. He recounts everything that happened at the lake and ends with the plowing.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opens, and steam from the hot shower begins to flow out, followed by Natasha, wrapped in a white towel, covering her breasts to her thighs, while she dries her hair with another, smaller towel.
Seeing Max on the phone, her aunt makes a few signs with her eyes and head: (Who is it?)
Max understands her aunt's message and says through gritted teeth: (Mom.)
"Oh," Natasha comments, continuing to dry her hair and she adds: —"Say hello to your mother for me."— Max nods and immediately tells her mother the greeting and continues talking.
—"By the way, your father has left.."— Alondra says.
—"What city did he go to.?"— Max asks to keep the conversation going and not sound disinterested in the topic.
—"No, you don't understand me."— Alondra says, taking a few seconds before explaining: —"Your father came back on Monday as planned. He took advantage of the fact that no one else was home and left me. Your father asked for a divorce, before telling me that he already has another woman and is going to live with her..."—
Alondra snorts in annoyance and adds. —"The bastard beat me to it, and if I make the same comment, your father will think I'm acting out of revenge."—
—"Wow, I didn't expect that."— Max commented, still somewhat surprised by the news.
—"I didn't expect it either, but this doesn't surprise me given the state of things at home. The odds were 50/50, if I'm being optimistic and not saying 70/30 that this could happen this year."— Alondra fell silent again, somewhat thoughtful, and said through her teeth, almost inaudible like a tiny murmur: —"If I'd known, we would have been fucking months ago, like I never thought before..."—
—"What are you saying, Mom.?"— Max asked, although he heard everything from the beginning... it was just to throw his mother off.
—"Nothing, it's nothing, honey."— Alondra comments, laughing, and continues to change the subject: —"I'm at your aunt's house with the girls. I'll take a few days off. I arrived yesterday afternoon and I'll be back home with your sisters. We'll see each other until then....Take care honey, and say hi to your cousins and your grandmother."—
—"Okay, I'll give them your regards. Take care too, Mom."— Max answers before ending the call.
He already knew that his mother told things in general terms without going into too much detail since it was a phone call, and that she would tell him everything when they were both home.
Max gave a long, deep sigh before looking up and meeting his Aunt Natasha's gaze. The woman's eyes were fixed on his face and then slowly moved down his neck and chest.
Here, her aunt's eyes pause briefly before continuing to lower their gaze down his abdomen and reaching his pants. She moistens her lips by running her tongue from one corner to the other.
At this point, Natasha stops drying her hair and throws the towel in her hand toward an empty chair.
The towel falls to the corner and then falls to the floor.
The woman wrinkles her mouth in disgust, but her gaze returns to Max.
With the boy's eyes on her, Natasha grabs the towel wrapped around her body and opens it, revealing her naked body again: —"Okay, I came to fuck."— With that, the woman simply drops the towel in her hands and it falls to the floor. She then walks slowly toward the bed.
—"Okay, just let me finish something quickly."— the boy says, and his gaze returns to the screen, typing various things.
Natasha wasn't amused at all and stopped, but the guy called her: —"Come on, go on, I'm done. I just don't want you to misunderstand..."—
Not understanding anything, Natasha raises an eyebrow, and just as she's about to ask, a text arrives on her cell phone, followed by another and another.
Curiosity gets the better of the woman, and her steps stop completely, and she reaches for her purse where her cell phone is.
Her first thought was that Max sent some kind of romantic message, and while she's not against it, she doesn't want Max to act on impulse because she already has three children, is a full-time housewife on a farm, and in two years she'll be 40 because of this and a couple of other things.
Right now, Natasha doesn't need a romantic guy at home; she needs a stud who will plow both her pussy and the fields.
Max's gesture is nice, but it came 22 years too late for Natasha.
Natasha takes her phone out of her purse and turns on the screen, finding not one, not two, but three messages, but not from Max, they were messages from her bank account.
>> "$10,000 has been deposited into your account, please check your balance." <<
The first message said in big letters, and the other two were exactly the same. Natasha thought it was a message that had been repeated three times, but when she checked her bank balance, the woman's mouth and eyes were wide open.
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To be continue...
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