Novel & Cerita Kontol Papa

"Sit on mommy's face." My daughter moved her dripping pussy over my girlfriend's face, Pete stood at the bottom of the bed, looking at his mom's soaked pussy. Sam growled. "Peter, that pussy is mine, at least for now. Go play with yourselves. Did I hear that right? Pete did and was. I looked over. Okay, this is weird. I don't look at other guys and now I'm looking at a guy my daughter's age, whom I just met, masturbating while watching my daughter and his mom eat each other. And the guy's dick is bigger than mine. I stroked too.

Maski kalmado ang pagsasalita nito ay bakas pa din ang otoridad sa tono nito. "I'm sorry mama," sa lahat ng nagsosorry ito yung tuwang-tuwa nang bumaling sa kanya at ngumiti na punong-puno ng pang-aasar. "Mama..." tanging nasabi na lang ng kanyang papa na para bang susubukang patigilin ito. "Isa ka pa. Don't ruin my morning," matalim na tingin ang pinukol nito sa papa niya.

Cooking always calms her down. “Tanya, you look after your mama while we’re gone,” Papa instructs. “Yes, Papa,” she replies. Tanya was the first to call him Papa, where it took Maryo a couple of years. He still alternates between Mr. Andre Vittorio and Papa. It was easier for both to switch from Mrs. Alica Vittorio to Mama, though. Papa was a heritage of Italian-Russian ancestry and Mama was a pure Filipina. Just to please Mama, we all eat twice as much. It feels like I’m going to burst by the time I stand up from the table. I press a kiss to Mama’s cheek before giving her a tight hug, then move to Tanya to hug her quickly.

I chimed in enthusiastically, pumping my fist into the air. "R-right now?!" Mama asked in a shocked tone, her eyes rounding completely as she stared at Papa in disbelief. "Why not? I possess all the power and capability to arrange everything in the blink of an eye, Melissa... in case you've forgotten who I truly am," Papa countered with absolute confidence, curling his lips into a thin smile that looked so charming for his age.

They wore long black trench coats and expressions of lethal seriousness. They didn't even glance at Lorenzo. They walked straight to me, dropped to one knee in unison, and kissed my ring. Their voices thundered through the room: "Il Papa!" The soundwave made Lorenzo’s ears ring. His jaw dropped. He stared at these men—members of the High Commission he usually struggled to even get an appointment with—now prostrating themselves humbly at my feet. That word—Il Papa—shattered his delusions and his ego into dust.

At dahil magka-sosyo ang mga magulang nila sa negosyo at idagdag ang pagdadalang-tao ni Mama, hindi na nakatakas si Papa. And seeing Axl here, standing at his wife’s house reminds me of my father. Paano pag ikinasal kami ni Axl? Parang history repeat itself lang? Mahal na mahal ni Mama si Papa, pero may mahal itong iba. Nasasaktan ako para kay Axl na nito ko lang nakilala. Samantalang ngayon ko lang napagtanto na masakit pala kay Papa ang makulong sa taong hindi na niya mahal na matagal ko nang nakakasama.

"Son, go to your room, your mama needs to rest." Sinenyasan ni Papa ang katulong namin. Mabilis naman na sumunod ang katulong, kinuha niya ako at hinila palayo sa kanila. Habang ginagawa iyon ni manang ay kita ko kung paano yakapin at aluin ni Papa si Mama.

"Stinky Papa! Stinky Papa!" Chloe and Chris stood and watched with their adorable faces. They looked slightly frightened by Papa's soccer skills. "Ah! I don't want to play anymore!" Chloe immediately rushed to Mama's side and hugged her legs. "It's fine. It's fine…" Anne held Chloe's hand and walked toward Charlie, who was still bawling. "Charlie, does your head hurt? Let me have a look." "I don't want Papa anymore!" Charlie got on his feet and was very angry. "Papa is not my Papa anymore!"

tanong ni Papa sa kanya habang nagsasandok kanin. “Law po.” Napatingin ako sa kan'ya. “Kaya pala,” bulong ko. Napalingon siya sa'kin. “Kaya pala ano?” “Mahilig mang-convince.” Ngumisi siya. “At least effective.” Tinadyakan ko siya sa ilalim ng mesa. Narinig ko namang natawa si Mama. Pagkatapos kumain, biglang bumuhos nang malakas 'yung ulan. 'Yung malakas na tipong halos matakpan na 'yung tunog ng TV sa sala.

As if he approves of what he's seeing "We'll see if the boss accepts her" "She's pure. Untouched" Papa rushes to say. For the first time, I notice that he is kneeling and Mama and Andres are standing in a corner, hurdled up together. These men don't look friendly at all and despite their size, they are too young to be Papa's friends. A feeling of foreboding creeps up my spine. Who are they? What do they want? What did Papa mean by pure and untouched? "What is going on?" "He's selling..." Andres starts to speak but Mama slaps a hand over his mouth. Cutting off whatever he wanted to say.