Beatrice, her son, and the Russian tourist Anton
Anton, a top manager at a large capital firm, was already in his thirties and still unmarried. This did not at all mean he was unsociable or unsuccessful with women. Quite the opposite. A young man of athletic build, he had a good three-room apartment in the center of Moscow and a large, stable income.
Well, this fundamentally decent guy just couldn't find a permanent woman. Bringing another fling to his home, practically every one of them would go to bed with him on the first date. This was precisely what the hero of this story didn't like... Vacation time arrived. Anton had long wanted to go to Cuba. This exotic country
attracted him.And friends who had been to the Island of Freedom praised this spot on the other side of the Earth in every possible way. Knowing that Cuba, among other things, was also a center for sex tourism, Anton thought: "Well, at least I'll get laid to my heart's content with mulattas and Latinas there." He bought a package to a five-star hotel on the Caribbean coast and began to pack for the trip...
Although the flight was long and tiring, Anton endured it quite easily. Arriving at the hotel, he decided to postpone sightseeing until tomorrow and went to sleep. He was awakened by a light knock on the door. On the threshold stood a woman of indescribable beauty—a maid. She smiled, showing snow-white teeth, and asked in wildly broken Russian:
"Cleaning, floors, take away dirt."
"Yes, yes! Of course! Please, come in," Anton politely invited the maid.
She entered the room and leisurely began cleaning. Anton pretended to be unpacking his things, but in reality, he couldn't take his eyes off the maid! She looked about forty, but her figure was preserved perfectly. Clearly a woman of Latin origin, with a full bust, narrow waist, large firm buttocks, and tanned, shapely legs. Her luxurious, wavy, raven-black hair fell enchantingly over her beautiful face and shoulders. Anton was simply devouring her with his eyes! Noticing his gaze, the woman smiled and also asked, barely understandably:
"Live Maskaua? Maskaua?"
"Yes, yes! I live in Moscow! Moscow-Moscow," Anton understood the woman and continued, "What's your name?"
The maid shook her head to indicate she didn't understand the question. But the persistent guest pointed at himself and repeated:
"I am Anton, and you?" — the guest asked, pointing at her.
"Ah! Understand! I Beatrice," the woman smiled again and extended her hand.
Anton offered his. Despite the fact that the woman worked as a maid and her job was quite hard, the skin on her hand was tender and absolutely without a hint of any calluses.
To not burden the reader with a long story about how our hero courted the beauty—the maid, I will only say that she appeared in his room every day. Moreover, sometimes she would come just to chat. Well, of course, as far as her modest knowledge of Russian allowed. Once, Anton visited her home. At her own risk, Beatrice invited the foreigner to her dwelling, knowing she could get into serious trouble with the authorities for this.
What to do! Castro's regime made itself known, making the Island of Freedom practically a prison for the Cubans themselves. Anton was literally stunned to see the squalor and poverty in which this native Cuban woman lived, despite having a job at a resort hotel. During their communication, Anton had grown deeply fond of this beautiful woman, but after visiting her home, he felt sincere pity for Beatrice. She lived with her son, named Miguel. This stocky guy looked about nineteen or twenty... After introducing Anton to her son, Beatrice saw that the guest was shocked. She helplessly spread her hands and said with bitterness in her voice:
"Life so in Cuba people all."
"W-well! People sure live," Anton replied with sad sarcasm.
Knowing that Beatrice still had two days off ahead, he firmly decided that tomorrow morning he wouldn't go to any beach but would go to the city and buy all sorts of delicacies for the woman he had come to love and her son, things Cubans never see...
The next day, he did just that. Having bought several hundred dollars' worth of treats, Anton joyfully thought: "We'll fill their fridge for a month now"...
Being a decent cook himself, he prepared several dishes, and Beatrice, in turn, set the table beautifully. How wonderfully they spent that evening, devouring the treats and washing them down with excellent Cuban rum! Beatrice's broken Russian was absolutely understandable to Anton, and Miguel didn't stay silent either, repeating some Russian words and saying something to the guest in equally terrible English. Anton, already satiated, didn't feel much like eating and leaned more and more on the rum. No wonder that by the end of the evening he was quite drunk. Beatrice, smiling and pointing to the bed nearby, said to him:
"Night here sleep. Hotel tomorrow."
Anton didn't argue. First, he really wanted to sleep, and second, he had grown even fonder of Beatrice and had no desire to leave her. Without undressing, Anton lay down. Falling asleep, he heard Beatrice and Miguel go into another little room, more resembling a storage closet with junk.
Anton woke up when dawn was beginning and the room was in semi-darkness. He felt a wild thirst. Of course, after that much rum! But besides that, Anton had a strong erection. Though, as every morning. "They're still asleep. They won't see," Anton thought and got out of bed to get a drink as soon as possible. As luck would have it, everything on the table had already been cleared away.
Apparently, Beatrice had taken the juices and other drinks to the refrigerator. Anton shuffled to the kitchen. Passing by the room where Beatrice and her son had gone the previous evening, our hero heard suspicious sounds. Rhythmic creaking of a bed and muffled female moans. Anton couldn't believe his ears! Forgetting his thirst, he cautiously approached the room door. Holding his breath, Anton tried to open the door slightly.
Fortunately, the old door hinges didn't betray him with a creak. Now everything was clear to him and, moreover, visible. Naked Beatrice was sitting on her son, making leisurely movements on his member. Miguel whispered something to his mother in Spanish. She nodded her head and lay on him with her entire firm, tanned body. Finding a comfortable position and stretching out her legs, the woman began moving her buttocks with such speed that Anton, who had seen a lot, was stunned.
But even more so because, having fallen in love with this beautiful Cuban woman, he wanted to propose to her, and here was this! Seeing this scene was so painful for him that another moment and he would have left. Left forever and flown back to Moscow today. But something prevented him from doing so. Either the insane excitement, because the scene would have aroused anyone, or he hadn't confessed his love, and therefore Beatrice owed him nothing.
And most likely both. Remaining unnoticed, Anton continued to watch. The speed of Beatrice's thrusts reached an inhuman pace. Anton's hand involuntarily reached into his pants. Masturbating, he awaited the climax of this unexpected turn of events for him. The luxurious naked buttocks of Beatrice opened during the upswing, and for a moment her plump brown lips were visible, completely sucking in her son's thick member. Then she moaned louder, and her super-fast movements lost their rhythm. The woman came simultaneously with her son. She was still gently rocking on Miguel's member, not knowing that at that moment their guest was standing literally a few meters away, masturbating and ejaculating right into his pants...
Beatrice entered the room where Anton was sleeping. He, as if nothing had happened, was yawning, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Buenos días, Beatrice," said Anton.
"Morning good," Beatrice replied, smiling, approached him, and kissed him on the cheek.
Still tormented by a hangover and thoughts of what he had seen, Anton couldn't decide what to do. Whether to leave everything as it was and leave (after all, the package was ending anyway, and so was his vacation), or confess his love to Beatrice and see her reaction, and then let whatever happens happen. Anton was leaning more and more towards the second option, despite now knowing about her incest with her son. This determined guy wasn't used to abandoning what he started, especially since love had struck, as the song goes—unexpectedly.
Beatrice was washing dishes in the kitchen. Her son Miguel had already rushed off somewhere early in the morning. Anton approached her from behind and gently hugged the woman by the shoulders. Beatrice shuddered, turned around sharply. Her face showed a mix of fear and surprise. Anton leaned in to kiss her. But as soon as their lips touched, Beatrice pushed the young man away. Lowering her head, she said something in Spanish. Of course, Anton didn't understand anything. Looking sternly at Beatrice, he said, simplifying the Russian words as much as possible and stretching them out so the Cuban woman would understand him:
"I want take you to Russia. You and me go to Russia. You want?"
Beatrice understood him. Another woman would have been over the moon with happiness, but not in the case of this proud Cuban woman. She raised her head and, looking sternly into Anton's face, replied:
"No. Need love. Love. Wedding."
"I love you, Beatrice!" Anton shouted, "Wedding?! I agree! I want to marry you! Marry me!" — he continued, but his last words risked being misunderstood, and he, mangling Russian speech but preserving the meaning, repeated, "You and me wedding. You and me love. Go to Russia... Understand?"
Beatrice nodded her head and said:
"You love me, I love you. But Miguel."
"Miguel will definitely come with us to Russia! ... Miguel, you, me go together to Russia," Anton said readily.
"Yes. I understand. But Miguel... He.."
Beatrice didn't know how to say it in Russian. She made several thrusting motions with her wide hips, depicting intercourse, and pointed at herself.
"I know that," said Anton and lowered his gaze.
Seeing the despair on the Russian man's face, Beatrice threw herself on his neck, showering his face with kisses. Anton hugged the woman tightly. His hands, squeezing the woman's firm body, moved lower and lower. Now they were passionately feeling Beatrice's large buttocks. Anton pushed Beatrice onto the bed and with a sharp movement pulled up her skirt. The woman was wearing snow-white panties, which looked very sexy on her dark-skinned buttocks.
Beatrice, in turn, was pulling down Anton's pants. Having pulled them off completely, she grabbed the man's rock-hard member and began gently masturbating it. Anton moaned. How tender the hands of his beloved and, as it turned out, loving woman were. Sensing that Anton was about to come, she took off her panties, revealing her indescribably beautiful vagina. It glistened from an abundance of secreted juices, and from the folds of her plump dark-brown lips, a massive bump of an erect clitoris peeked out.
Anton pounced on it with animalistic greed, licking the literally stone-hard head and simultaneously inserting two fingers into her well-worked vagina. Moaning loudly, Beatrice came literally within half a minute, splashing Anton's face with her abundant secretions. She gestured for Anton to lie on his back. The woman lay on top of him and inserted his member into her wet, slippery vagina.
Beatrice moved her buttocks with inhuman speed, just like the day before when she was pleasuring her son. Anton was already on the verge of orgasm when footsteps were heard behind them and her son Miguel appeared in the doorway. Strangely, his face showed neither surprise nor anger, but rather passion. Passion and a desire to possess his own mother again—that's what the young Cuban's eyes said.
Beatrice said something to her son in Spanish, and he began quickly pulling down his pants along with his underwear. Beatrice got on all fours in front of her son, spreading her full, tanned legs wide. Miguel inserted several fingers into his mother's vagina. Collecting Beatrice's secretions on them, he hastily smeared them on his thick, erect member. Spreading her buttocks, the guy began with difficulty entering his mother's tight anal passage. Beatrice moaned loudly. Watching as Miguel began moving in his mother's hot anus, Anton stroked the beautiful face of his beloved with his hand, which in a surge of inhuman passion had become even more beautiful.
With his other hand, he carefully masturbated. Miguel picked up speed, driving his massive, thick member into the anal passage of his beloved and dearest woman with particular force. Feeling that orgasm was about to overwhelm her, Beatrice grabbed Anton's member and greedily fell on it with her mouth. Just like Miguel's, our compatriot's member was not in the category of short ones, but Anton felt it easily piercing Beatrice's professional throat in this regard.
She worked simultaneously with her throat, lips, and hand. Never in his life had Anton experienced such pleasure, even without considering that the blowjob was being given by his beloved (now without a doubt) woman. A minute later, the Cubans' little apartment was filled with the wild cries of the men coming, and Beatrice, losing consciousness from orgasm, felt the fiery stream of her son's sperm burning her anus, while into her mouth shot the no less hot seed of her beloved Russian man...
Jumping ahead, I hasten to report that Anton obtained permission from the Cuban authorities for the departure to Russia of Beatrice, who married him, and her son Miguel. Of course, it cost him some gray hairs, but as mentioned earlier, our main hero always achieved his goal... Beatrice and her son came to Anton in Moscow, and after overcoming culture shock and getting used to the unbearable Russian climate for Cubans, they began living a normal and happy life.
Anton got a promotion and did absolutely everything so that his beloved wife would be happy with him in a foreign country. He didn't forget about Miguel either, whom Anton introduced to a beautiful Russian girl. The guy courted the blonde beauty for a long time, actively learning Russian. Seeing the young Cuban's diligence, the girl reciprocated Miguel's feelings and agreed to marry him.
Now the happy couple is expecting a new addition, and Anton has started calling Beatrice "my beloved granny." Beatrice already understood the meaning of these words, and every time she heard them, she would affectionately kiss her Russian husband, looking at him with loving eyes...