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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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