The Penis Sheath Conundrum (4.55)	Mom, Son and Aunt solve a Mayan mystery.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	08/10/19



The Penis Sheath Conundrum
by sporkfina ©



Note to readers: This can be read as a standalone story, but it might be useful if you read the first one in the series – V.Stavers and the White Stuff. It contains incesty stuff, be warned! All characters are over eighteen.

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Yaxhá, Guatemala, 200 AD...

They ran down the temple, praying to Chaac, the rain god, to save them from their pursuers.

A slow drizzle made the already narrow steps slippery with water.

The woman stumbled down the last few steps and fell.

The boy shouted, "Come on, Itzel! It is not too far from here, we can make it!"

Itzel sat down, holding her knee. "No Xipil. I cannot run anymore." Moonlight illuminated the tears flowing down her cheeks. "I will always love you. Save yourself!"

The boy embraced her. "Never! By the grace of Chaac, we live together or we die together!" He touched her stomach. "I will not leave you, or our child!"

Itzel looked at him fondly. Just nineteen, he was more of a man than her husband, or any other warrior in her village.

They stayed like that until Xipil said, "I will carry you. Yaotl would have alerted everyone by now. We need to move!"

Yaotl was the most powerful shaman in the Mayan world. People came from far away, and waited for days on end to be seen by him.

But he was a cruel man.

He was almost four times Itzel's age when she was married off to him.

As a shaman's wife, she was supposed to do certain rituals at certain times of the day. In the beginning, she would get them wrong and he would beat her up mercilessly. She still had a couple of scars on her back, from the lashes of the coatimundi tail he wrapped around his neck.

Fifteen years of wedlock had yielded no children. Yaotl had five other wives who had borne him sixteen boys and girls. Yet, sometimes at night, when he had too much pulque to drink, he would come to Itzel and make drunken confessions.

He was fiercely possessive of his wives and it was believed that even looking at them the wrong way would ensure a not-so-quick and violent death.

Xipil lifted Itzel effortlessly in his arms.

He pointed to the object she was clutching in her hands. "I still don't know why you took that thing with you."

"I'll tell you later," she said.

The full moon lit up the white sacbe as he started running towards the lake.

He ran fast, past the corn fields, hardly straining, even with the added weight of Itzel.

The only thing distracting him were her giant bouncing boobs. He could glimpse them flopping about in her badly torn tunic. Her huipil, though ripped, was bright and had beautiful geometric patterns. It had an image of Buluc Chabtan, the God of Sudden Death, at the back, signifying her as a wife of the village shaman.

"Stop staring young man, you'll have enough time to play with them later." Itzel smiled, suddenly feeling the need to live and spend the rest of her life with him.

Xipil blushed.

He had been fascinated with her breasts from the moment he had seen them.

She had been washing clothes in the lake with two friends. Xipil had just returned from a hunt and had gone to clean up in the cool waters. He was to the left of the women, hidden by trees, and they had not noticed each other.

The women with Itzel finished up and left. She promised to join them for picking cacao beans after a quick swim. Just as she removed her clothes and entered the lake, Xipil waded into the water and came across a naked Itzel.

Startled, she tried to cover her breasts, but it was an impossible task. Her mammoth tits could not be blocked by human hands.

Xipil stood transfixed, until Itzel said, "Hey! What are you looking at?"

Her voice was lilting, as if she were singing rather than speaking.

Woken from his reverie, Xipil stood upright on the shallow bank. His sizable penis sprang up, erect like a spear, ready to be thrown upon an unsuspecting prey.

It was now Itzel's turn to stare.

His pee stick was at least twice as thick and thrice as long as Yaotl's, the only flesh and blood cock she had seen in real life. It made her husband's penis seem tiny by comparison.

It was even bigger than those fornicating cocks in the small stone glyphs that she and her friends would look at and giggle.

"Hey! What are you looking at?" Xipil threw her words back at her.

Itzel smiled. "Don't you know the punishment for looking at me like this?" She pointed to his engorged cock. "They will peel the skin off that thing over there and sacrifice it to Chaac."

Xipil had seen her quite a few times during ceremonies and festivals, but had never really paid attention, until now.

Itzel had kind, light brown eyes with a beautiful, smiling face. Her skin was smooth and golden brown, like the honey he gathered in the forests.

She was still trying to cover her massive breasts with her hands. Dark brown nipples peeked out naughtily from the gaps between her fingers.

Though she was slim, her hips had a bit of flesh on them. He imagined how it would feel like, holding on to them, while he thrust into her from behind. The area between her thighs was covered with a triangular thatch of curly black hair. Her ass jutted out proudly. Xipil had the strong urge to spank it just to see if it would create ripples, like flat stones thrown into the lake.

"You are Xipil aren't you? Tlayolotl's child?" she asked.

"I'm not a child!" he replied indignantly.

"I can see that," she smiled, looking at his big cock.

"You are beautiful," he said.

She dropped her hands, finally giving him an eyeful of her gigantic breasts. They were slightly paler than the rest of her body. Stiff, dark brown tips centered her globes, encompassed by light brown skin, the size of pebbles in the lake.

His cock stretched so hard that it almost ached.

"I'm going home. You be careful with that thing. The fishes might think it is a worm and bite it off!"

Itzel came very close to where he was standing. With a mischievous jerk, she pressed her hip on his erect cock, such that it bent sideways. She moved forward and it snapped back into position. She giggled.

He watched her ass in awe, as she climbed onto the shore and turned around. She put on her huipil and skirt slowly, giving him a show and walked away.

Xipil stood there for a few minutes, dumbfounded and then went home.

After that incident, he made it a point to seek out Itzel every chance he got. He lived at the edge of the village, away from her hut which was close to the temple.

Whenever she was with her friends, she would be cheerful and smile shyly at him. She would say something to her companions and they would all laugh, looking pointedly at his crotch. He would smile back at her, taking the ribbing sportingly.

On occasions when she was with her husband, she would not even look in his direction. Xipil would get annoyed at not being able to talk to her or be near her.

Itzel seemed to realize his frustration.

One day, two of her friends approached him when he was working on his maize field.

"Itzel wants you to meet her at the lake when the evening star rules the sky," one of them said.

"Oh, and she wants you to bring your spear!" They guffawed.

Xipil threw an ear of corn at them.

He waited for nightfall and rushed to the lake where they had first met. She was sitting beneath a dogwood tree. The white-lilac flowers formed a beautiful umbrella as she stood up.

"Hi!" he said.

"Hi!" she said.

After a pause, she asked, "So why are you following me everywhere?"

"I am not! You just happen to be wherever I go."

"I asked you to come here, to tell you not to follow me anymore. It is too dangerous."

Xipil remained silent.

"Why do you want to risk your life, silly child?" she persisted.

"I love you," he said. "And don't call me a child."

Xipil came closer to her. She smelled like wildflowers.

"I think you like me too. You are just afraid to admit it."

Itzel felt his hot breath on her face. "I'm not afraid for me, I am worried about you. You don't know what Yaotl is like."

"I'm not afraid of Yaotl."

She said, "But I'm fifteen years older than you. What do you want to do with an old woman like me?"

In reply, Xipil took her hand and placed it under his loincloth, on his cock. It was rock hard. "This is what you do to me."

Itzel stroked his cock. "What do you want me to do with it?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Whatever you want to," he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her on the lips.

His cock pressed up against her abdomen. "It is so big, Xipil. Is it all for me?"

"It is all for you," he said, kissing her urgently. "Can I see your breasts again? They have been troubling my dreams every night since I saw them."

Itzel laughed and removed her huipil and skirt. "They are too big. I don't like them," she said, holding her tits in her hands.

Xipil stared at her like she was mad. "Are you crazy? They are the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life!"

Her breasts shone in the bright moonlight. He lifted them, each one weighing more than the pumpkins growing in his field.

He pinched her erect nipples. "Does it hurt if I do that?"

Itzel sighed. "Yes, but in a good way. It's been a while since they felt anyone's touch."

She moaned when he put a finger inside the thick hair between her thighs. He was surprised to find that it was soaking wet.

"Did you pee in your skirt, Itzel?" he asked.

She roared with laughter. "No, you silly boy!"

She tried to compose herself. "When a woman is aroused, the juices flow naturally down there. It makes it easy for her to take a man's thing inside."

"Oh!" he said. "Does that mean I can put my cock in there now?"

"Ok. But be gentle."

She lay down on a patch of grass beneath the tree, and lifted her legs. He knelt in front of her thighs and waited.

"I don't know what to do!" he said helplessly.

"I'll help you." A giggling Itzel reached down and guided his cock towards the opening of her pussy.

"Now push it in, but slowly," she said.

Xipil braced his hands on the grass and moved his hips forward. His penis entered her sodden vagina.

Itzel sighed and closed her eyes. "Your cock is so large Xipil. It fills me completely."

He pulled out. Her pussy walls came together, trying to confine his cock inside.

The friction was too much for him and he came on her pubis. Shuddering and shaking, he collapsed on top of her, on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry!" he managed to say.

"Shhh. It is ok, it is ok." Itzel pressed his head on her giant tits.

They lay like that for a while, comforted by the heat of their bodies in the chilly night.

His mouth found a dark nipple and latched on. He sucked on it and watched the other breast wobbling around. He was astonished at how soft and succulent they were. He pressed and kneaded them this way and that way, as she watched in amusement.

"You are like a little boy, you know?" she said.

"Do not call me a boy!" he said, rising up, his cock erect once again.

"Oooh, it is awake again!" she said, stroking the big rod. "Want to have one more go?"

She once again helped maneuver his cock inside her cunt. Lubricated by her pussy juices, it found easy passage into her tight canal. He pushed forth, hesitant at first, but then with increasingly confident strokes, until he had her whimpering and gasping for air. She put her hands on his firm butt and lifted her hips to meet him, thrust for thrust.

This time, it was her turn to shudder and cry out, as she came on his cock.

"Should I stop?", he paused, afraid that he had hurt her.

"I swear to Chaac, if you stop now, I will drown you in the lake myself," she said, pulling him inside her again.

The sounds of wet fucking, along with his groans and her moans filled the air.

He finally came inside her, and they both collapsed, worn out by their efforts.

After that night, they tried to meet as much as possible. She would make excuses to Yaotl and run to secret hideouts to meet Xipil.

The times when Yaotl would go looking for plants in far off forests were the best. That meant that he would be gone for days on end and Xipil could spend a lot of time with Itzel.

They grew incredibly close.

She told him how she didn't like where she lived. "I hate it there. All the elite and privileged, living as if they own everybody and everything. I feel at home here, where people share their joys and sorrows freely, without inhibitions."

She revealed to him her interest in medicinal plants and herbs. "I want to grow an entire forest of only healing plants. I want to help all sick people regardless of their status in the village."

"Look!" she said one night by the lake, showing him a brown paste wrapped in a leaf.

"What's that?"

She wet her hands with water and coated them with a little bit of the paste. "It is something I made by mixing marigold flowers, the berries outside my house, the secretions of the red nosed beetle and other things from the forest."

She applied the concoction on his perennially hard cock.

Lazily squeezing her tits, he asked, "Why are you putting beetle spit on my dick, woman?"

"You'll see!" She giggled and crouched on all fours.

Xipil needed no second invitation. He pushed his cock into her cunt from behind. To his amazement, when he pulled out, his dick glowed a bright yellow, just the fireflies in summer nights.

"Wow!" he said. "This looks amazing!"

"I made it especially for you, Xipil, for your little cock. So you can see where my pussy is and don't have to fumble around!" She laughed.

He responded by pounding her with his shining cock and that shut her up.

He was constantly amazed at how adventurous she was, especially when it came to sex. She would insist on trying different positions and always matched him in energy. She would never say no to fucking. In fact, she was the one to initiate it most of the time.

She would take his cock milk and mix it up with other herbs. She would apply that on her face. "It keeps me looking like a young girl!"

Other times, when he was close to release, she would ask him to pull his cock out of her cunt and put it in her mouth. Itzel would swallow his milk, saying that it helped her stay slim.

Their idyllic life continued until one day, Xipil found her standing by the dogwood tree. She looked worried. He gave her a long, deep kiss and asked, "What's the matter my love?"

She said, "I'm with child, Xipil. It is yours. I have not lain down with Yaotl since we have been together." She started crying. "I don't know what to do."

Xipil let out a loud whoop. He ran around the tree shouting at the birds, "I'm going to be a father!" Itzel laughed through her tears.

He came to her and planted a hundred kisses on her face. "I love you so so much, Itzel!"

She hugged him tightly. "I love you more. But what are we going to do?"

Xipil said. "Simple. Let's run away and leave this village. We'll cross the lake in my canoe and go south, where the land meets the sea. No one will find us there."

Itzel was afraid, but she agreed. "I cannot live without you anymore."

They made plans to escape.

Yaotl though, had already started suspecting his wife. She had been avoiding him for a while now and seemed happier than usual. One full moon night, he told her that he was going to look for plants and that he would return in a few days. Yaotl pretended to leave, but doubled back to his house to see Xipil and Itzel leave her hut together.

He shouted at them, but Xipil hit him with a rock and Yaotl fell to the floor groaning.

The lovers ran.

They came close to the lake, but were forced to take a detour when they heard the sound of men shouting behind them.

They ran up a high cliff adjoining the lake and came to the edge. It had stopped raining. The moonlight glimmered on the quiet lake, making it look like a shining desert.

The sounds of barking dogs drew near. A couple of arrows swooshed past them and fell into the water.

They held hands and looked at each other. Itzel said, "I love you."

They jumped.

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Ashton County, California, Present Day

"Jason! Jason! What the fuck is taking you so long?"

Jason heard his mom calling him from downstairs. He looked at the clock, which blinked seven a.m.

"Jesus, mom! It's Sunday morning, for crying out loud! What do I have to do to get some sleep around here?" Jason put a pillow on his head.

"Jason! Wake up! I've been calling you for almost half an hour!" Vanessa burst into his room.

"MOM!" He yelled. He had been dreaming about fucking his aunt, but the images dissipated quickly.

Sitting up on the bed, he said, "If you continue like this, I'm going to have to rethink this arrangement of ours."

"Oh, stop it! Don't be such a baby! Come on, get up and get changed. We might have a new case!" Vanessa seemed excited.

Jason groaned. "Can't it wait till the morning actually starts? Like after noon?"

"No, get up!" His mom pulled the sheets on top of him. He was wearing shorts, but his cock was still at half-mast.

"MOM!" he yelled again. "I'm getting up, I'm getting up!"

Vanessa slapped his ass as he walked towards the bathroom. "Be quick!"

His mom had always been touchy feely and he'd never thought anything of it. Until now...

He recollected how everything had changed in six months.

His mom had quit the police department after an undercover drug bust went awry and started her own detective agency. Her first assignment was a missing persons case. It turned out that it was connected to the drug case. The mastermind was his long-lost father, who had tried to kill him, but was now safely behind bars.

Oh! And there was the small fact that he was now having sex with his gorgeous, big tittied aunt, Josephine.

As part of the Narcotics Rewards Program, they had received five million dollars for the capture of his father. His mom had formally asked Jason and his aunt to join her agency. She suggested buying a bigger place where they could all live together.

Jason agreed immediately. His aunt acquiesced soon after. He was overjoyed at the thought of being able to fuck his aunt every night. She was finishing up the last few details of her messy divorce and had gone out of town.

Jason brushed his teeth in the balcony, watching the waves clash on their private beach. His shirt fluttered in the gentle breeze as he saw some sea gulls fighting over a piece of fish. His cock grew hard day dreaming about titty fucking his busty aunt.

He took a quick shower and went down to the library that Vanessa had converted into an office.

She was already sitting at the small conference table by the huge French doors. "Good morning honey!"

He grabbed a piece of toast and coffee from the table. He sat down next to her heavily. "What's the hurry mom?"

"Marissa has a new case for us. Apparently, it's an emergency. That's all she said."

"Marissa? What's the deal with her?"

Marissa was his mom's first client. The case that set everything into motion. Her husband had owned a trucking business. He had been the logistics guy for Jason's father, using his trucks to move high grade cocaine throughout the country. Believing her son to be kidnapped, she had come to Vanessa, but as it turned out, he too had been involved in the sordid saga, distributing drugs in schools in LA. All of them were now in prison and would remain there for a long time.

"She is really lonely after her husband and son were put away. She came to me the other day, asking if she could work with us. She has a lot of connections and I think she will help us grow our agency."

Jason was surprised when he heard this.

He could remember the events like it had happened yesterday. He had been injured during the fight at his dad's warehouse and had been under observation overnight in a local clinic in Yorktown. He had fucked his aunt for the first time in the recovery room and they were just about to get up when Marissa had walked into the room. She had come there to thank Jason for saving her life and had been shocked to see aunt and nephew together.

Josephine had to talk to her for a long time. Even then she had not seemed too convinced and had walked away without saying a word to Jason.

He felt it odd that she would want to work with them after that. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. His mom answered and ushered Marissa in.

Jason got up from his chair. Marissa said, "Hi! I'm Marissa Croghan. We sort of met at the warehouse that night. Thank you for what you did."

Jason was perplexed. She had made no mention of the hospital, but he played along.

"Hi Mrs. Croghan, it is nice to meet you."

"I am very sorry it took me so long to come thank you for saving my life. You must think I'm such an ungrateful person!"

"Not in the least. You have so many things going on. I'm sorry about your husband and son."

A bitter expression crossed her face. "I am divorcing my husband. He was the one who got Mark involved in this mess. They both got what they deserve."

The three of them sat down. "Whenever I feel sorry for either of them, I think about how many lives they ruined just for some money, and the feeling passes."

Vanessa patted Marissa's back. She turned to Jason. "I told Marissa that she could come work with us. If we have to expand, we need good people. She used to run her husband's trucking business before they got big. And she has great networking skills. She'll be an asset to our agency."

Without any hesitation, Jason turned to Marissa and held his hand out. "Welcome to the family."

She thanked him and pulled out a folder. "Ok, so my best friend at the tennis club is Octavia Huberman. Loaded really. Her father owns half the buildings in downtown San Francisco. I think they might be related to the Rothschilds. Anyway, her husband Stanley is an archaeologist and teaches at UCLA. He's disappeared from a dig in Guatemala. The local police is not being helpful. Octavia is beside herself with worry."

She looked at Jason and his mom. "I told her about you and how you helped me. So, she's asked us to go find him. Her son is just eight months old and she had a five year old daughter as well. So, she can't go herself."

"Guatemala?" Vanessa asked.

"Yes, he was studying a Mayan site with a few of his students. They spoke to him three nights ago before going to sleep. In the morning he was gone. Money is not a problem. We'll have an unlimited expense account."

"I've never been to South America. It might be fun", Jason said.

Vanessa thought for a minute. "Tell her we'll take it."

"Great! I'll take care of the tickets and the hotel. The dig is at a place called Yaxhá. It is about twenty or thirty miles from the nearest town."

Marissa got up to leave. "I'll come by later after I've made all the arrangements."

"Sounds good Marissa. Like Jason said, welcome to the family!" Vanessa said.

Marissa thanked mother and son and left.

"Mom, I'm going to the beach to catch up on some sleep. It is not too hot today."

"Ok hon. Be sure to wear some sunscreen."

"Ok mom!"

********

The Stavers family made only minor changes to the original house that had been built by an aging rockstar. After his death, his son had sold the property.

It was a two storied structure built on a slightly elevated part of the ground. Small hillocks completely shielded their house from the road. On one side of the building, there was a natural lagoon with the sea water flowing in through passages in a collection of large rocks.

There was a large cabana on the beach. It was made of bamboo and had a king-sized bed with full length curtains. The rock star had been a randy old man and was rumored to have had orgies on the beach with his groupies.

Jason lay down on the bed and tried to read a book but sleep overtook him soon.

He was awoken by the sound of curtains closing.

"Oh sorry! The sun was falling on your face. I didn't realize that the curtains would make such a noise."

Jason was surprised to see Marissa standing in front of him.

Even more extraordinary was the fact that she was wearing a bikini.

"Your mom's gone out to run some errands. She told me to relax on the beach till she returned."

"You just happened to have a bikini inside your purse?"

She laughed. "A girl should always be prepared!"

Marissa Croghan was a statuesque woman with broad shoulders and acres of chest. Her Irish ancestry showed through her striking red hair, tied in a topknot and the sprinkling of freckles on her body. She opened up a bottle of sunscreen.

"I burn easily." She applied a generous amount on her pale skin.

"Thanks for not saying anything to my mom."

"It was not my place to say," she said. "Seeing you have sex with your aunt shocked me at first, but I went home and thought about it. Who am I to talk about relationships? Look at me. I picked an asshole for a husband. If you two want to have at it, it is fine by me!"

She continued. "I was being so selfish. You did such a brave thing - diving in front of me and saving my life! Even my son would not have done that. And here I was, hung up on you and Josephine."

"That's alright Mrs. Croghan. Think nothing of it. Everything worked out fine in the end." Jason lay back on the bolster cushions and crossed his arms behind his head.

"Call me Marissa." She sat down on the edge of the bed.

Her bikini was white and black with an umbrella motif. More importantly for Jason and his cock, it was two sizes too small. Her cleavage was a vast canyon heralding hidden treasures below.

The straps clung on to her shoulders for dear life. She had been unable to stuff her boobs inside her bikini properly and bits and pieces of flesh peeked out mischievously. The thong she was wearing was almost invisible, having ridden into her ass cheeks.

Jason could feel the familiar stirrings of his dick.

"I don't think your bikini is going to last much longer under all that stress."

"You are probably right. I don't want to ruin it." Marissa reached back and shocked Jason by undoing the clasps.

Her glorious tits toppled out gratefully. "It was too small anyway", she said by way of an explanation.

His cock throbbed, aching to break free.

Marissa noticed the tent in his shorts. "You are a breast man huh?"

"Hello!? Have you even seen my aunt and mom? A love for busty women is literally hardwired in my system."

"I don't understand the fascination that men have with big breasts. They turn into such little boys when see a pair of large boobs."

Jason laughed. "That is because we don't have them. Imagine if guys had huge tits. We'd be playing with them all the time. Just like we do with our cocks! Then women would truly rule the world!"

Marissa was impressed. "I had never thought of it like that."

She eased into the bed next to Jason and placed her hand on his crotch.

Jason pawed at her mouth-watering tits. Her nipples were small compared to the size of her tits. They were pink and her areolae were almost flesh colored. She had a mole on the side of her left boob.

She slid her hand inside his shorts and cupped his balls. She held his cock and massaged the length of his cock with short strokes. "Wow, your dick is really hard!"

Jason was busy licking a nipple while pinching the other one. He then tried to cram in as much of a teat as he could inside his mouth.

"Your tits are fucking awesome!" he said.

She helped him remove his t-shirt and shorts. His cock pointed proudly at the ceiling.

"Nice!", she said. "The last time I saw it, the little fella had gone to sleep."

"Yes. You opening the door and staring at me and Josephine like you had seen a ghost did not help at all."

"But you are plenty hard now!"

She touched his cock slit with the tip of her thumb and rubbed his pre-cum around the head of his dick. She gently brushed the skin between his glans and the shaft. "Do you like what I'm doing?"

"Fuck!" He groaned in reply.

She reached down and picked up the bottle of sunscreen she had used on her tits, and applied a generous amount of it on her hands. She stroked his dick with one hand from the base to the top. She then removed her hand and did the same thing with her other hand.

Jason watched with rapt attention. She was milking his cock and the feeling was sensational.

She massaged his balls with one hand, leaving the other free to stroke his dick. She started jerking it fast.

Jason stopped her. "Let's fuck."

She knelt on all fours, resting her hands on the bed post. He positioned himself behind her and spread her ass cheeks. Her bald pussy was pink, beautiful, wet and ready.

He thrust his cock into her without any warning.

"Oh, my fucking lord!" she yelped.

He grabbed hold of her hips and pushed again and again. The bed creaked with each movement.

Marissa was a screamer.

She shouted, "Oh! You beautiful motherfucker. Slam my pussy! Make me your whore!"

Jason spanked her ass. "Yeah, you want my cock? Does my big cock feel good inside your cunt?"

"That motherfucker feels fucking amazing. It is hitting deep in my pussy. Harder, fuck me harder you bastard!"

Her scrunchy fell away and her hair fell loose. Jason reached forward and gathered her fiery red hair into a ponytail.

"Pull my hair!" she said.

He pulled her hair back and she arched her neck. He fucked her, making her cry out with every stroke.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck Jason! slam your cock into my cunt. Fuck it!"

As he looked down to admire the sight of his cock pistoning into her cunt, her puckered asshole looked invitingly at him. He sucked his thumb and made it wet. He slowly pushed his thumb into her tight ass.

"Holy shit!" she said.

"Do you like my finger in your butt?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah!" she yelled.

Her sphincter clenched as his thumb went halfway in.

It was too much for Marissa. The triple sensations of getting her hair pulled, having Jason's finger in her asshole and the pounding she was getting from his big cock led to her letting out a loud yell. Little tremors ran through her body as she got hit by an orgasm.

She whimpered and tried to stop Jason from fucking her sensitive cunt, but he was merciless. He locked her hands behind her back and kept smashing into her.

She started yelling gibberish as she felt the warmth flood her cunt again. Her breath came out in short, sharp gasps as he slammed her relentlessly. Another wave of pleasure hit her body. She blubbered and fell limply, face forward on the bed.

The sensation of her cunt muscles rhythmically contracting around his dick while she came, was magical. He pulled out his cock.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Exhausted from her double climax, Marissa could only turn her head to look at him. Jason unloaded on her. A couple of shots hit her face, high on the left cheek. He directed the remainder on her thick ass, watching the glistening cum roll down towards her thighs.

"You know how to use your cock well!"

Marissa gave him her phone. "Take a pic for me."

His cum was now running down her cheek, towards her mouth. He straddled her shoulders and took a photo of his dick, framed by her cum covered face.

"That was fucking great! I don't think I have ever cum twice in a row!" She gave a big kiss to his cockhead, which was still leaking some cum.

"I'm so glad that you decided to drop by."

"Actually, I came by to tell you that I've booked the flight tickets for tomorrow. I also got us a nice hotel near the ruins. I already told your mom."

"That's great! I think my mom is back. I can hear her calling my name. Best if we get cleaned up!"

Vanessa came into the cabana just as Marissa and Jason had straightened themselves.

"Oh! There you guys are! I was just talking to Josephine. Apparently, she's going to meet us in Guatemala afterwards. Come on Jason! Go pack your stuff!"

********

Vanessa, Jason and Marissa arrived at the Aurora International Airport in Guatemala City early morning from LAX. The non-stop flight took them around five hours.

After passing through customs in Guatemala City, they caught a connecting flight to Flores, the nearest airport to Yaxhá.

Guatemala is divided into twenty-two departments which are further divided into municipalities. Yaxhá is in the Petén department, which is the largest and the most important one in the country. It starts at the southern end of Mexico and extends till the eastern part of Belize. It is believed to the cradle of Mayan civilization by some historians, although the Spanish conquest of the Mayans in the 1500s laid waste to a lot of the culture. This was exacerbated by violent civil wars that alternated with coups in modern times.

Marissa had booked them rooms in a beautiful hotel on the banks of the Petén Lake. The weary travellers made their way to their small, but cozy cottages. There were fourteen in all, each painted in bright colors that were so typical of the Mayan people.

They were the only guests in the place and a friendly concierge named Santiago let them choose the rooms they wanted.

Vanessa stopped at a blue cottage. "I'll take this one. It is already evening, so let's stay here tonight. We can go to Yaxhá tomorrow. Josephine texted me. She still has some unfinished work, so it's going to take her a couple more days. Good night you two!"

"Ok mom." Jason was disappointed. He was looking forward to being with his aunt again, but it seemed like it would have to wait.

"At least Marissa is here," he thought.

After his mom went inside her room, he turned to Marissa. "So do you want to... umm... come get together?"

"No Jason, I'm pooped. I'm going to turn in for the night."

"Ok," Jason said sadly.

They walked along the gravelled path lined with orchids and other colorful plants to their rooms.

"Good night Jason." Marissa disappeared into her cabin.

Jason looked at her closed door for a second and lumbered into his own room.

The cottage was sparsely but tastefully decorated with Mayan paintings and artifacts hanging on the walls. The bed was quite large and the bathroom was neat and functional.

After cleaning up, he walked onto the beautiful pier and swam in the clear waters of the lake, watching the sun set on an orange sky.

He had a delicious dinner of Chiles rellenos with tortillas, lying down on a hammock. There was no sign of either his mom or Marissa.

He could hear the monkeys growling in the forest nearby. The air was filled with the sounds of birds coming back home for the night.

He contemplated the beauty of nature for a while, but retreated to his room once the mosquitoes started biting.

He dozed off. Around 9 pm, his phone beeped. He opened it to find a message from his aunt, all in caps.

"WHAT THE FUCK, JASON?!?????????????????????????????"

He was alarmed at the number of question marks. He typed.

"Hi Jo! When are you getting here? I and my cock miss you!"

"FUCK YOU! I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT FUCKER!"

"What do you mean? What happened?"

There was no reply for a couple of minutes.

Then a blurry image appeared on the screen. Jason tapped the display to download it.

The blood drained out of his face.

He saw a photo of his dick. It was lying across the face of a smiling, cum covered Marissa who had her pink tongue out, trying to lick a cum droplet flowing close to her lips.

"I LEAVE FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS AND YOU ARE ALREADY FUCKING SOME SLUT????"

Jason tried to salvage the situation. He tried calling her, but Josephine did not pick up.

"Look, I can explain." He typed again.

"THERE IS NOTHING TO EXPLAIN YOU FUCKTARD!! ARE YOU SAYING IT DID NOT HAPPEN????????????"

"I'm sorry Jo. I promise it won't happen again. Just come to Guatemala. I'll explain everything."

"DONT BE SORRY ASSHOLE! WE'RE DONE! FUCK YOU AND FUCK GUATEMALA!"

"I'm really, really sorry! Please forgive me!" Jason desperately tried to convince his aunt.

"NOTHING TO FORGIVE ASSHOLE! RIGHT NOW IM IN A BAR SITTING WITH TWO NICE GENTLEMEN STEVE AND ROGER. IM GONNA TAKE THEM HOME AND FUCK THEIR BRAINS OUT. IMMA GONNA SEND YOU A PIC OF THEIR CUM ON MY FACE. ONE ON EACH CHEEK!!"

"Please Aunt Jo."

"OR MAYBE ILL SWALLOW. WILL SEND YOU A NICE CLIP FUCKER!!"

"I know you are upset, but we can talk this through." Jason pleaded with his aunt.

"GOODBYE JASON."

Jason stared forlornly at his phone. There were no more messages. He felt like kicking himself for ruining a good, no, an awesome thing. Marissa had those huge tits that he just wanted to eat up, but now he seemed to have lost the opportunity of fucking his aunt ever again.

He wanted to return home immediately to make things right with his aunt, but he could not leave his mother alone in a strange country. He lay awake thinking that he was well and truly screwed.

After about half an hour, there was a light knock on his door. He opened it to see Marissa standing in nothing but a t-shirt and a lace hipster. She smiled at him and said, "Hi. I wanted to see if you were up. I took a nice nap and am all fresh. Do you want to play 'Hide The Penis'?"

Jason was not in the mood. He had been thinking of confronting Marissa in the morning when they were alone.

"Did you send that photo I took on your phone with my dick on your face to my aunt?"

"Of course not!" Marissa was indignant.

"Wait! Oh fuck! I wanted to send it to my friend Joselyn. That cow is always on about how many guys she's fucking. I think I must have sent it to Josephine by mistake."

She laughed. "I was wondering why Joselyn hadn't replied yet!"

"This is no laughing matter! My aunt is pissed! She is probably never going to talk to me again." Jason said angrily.

"Hey! Don't yell at me. You could have kept it in your pants in the cabana!"

Jason spoke softly. "I'm sorry. You are right. This is indeed on me. I think it is better if you went back to your room. We can talk in the morning."

"Ok Jason, if that's what you want." Marissa left.

He went back to the bed.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door again. Jason opened it to find Marissa standing there, naked except for her panty.

"I came to see if this might convince you."

Her giant, gravity defying tits pointed at him in all their glory. Involuntarily, his cock stood up straight, tenting out of his Bermudas.

"Hello! Someone seems to have woken up!" Marissa tried to grab his cock.

Jason surprised himself by pushing away her hand.

"Not a good idea Marissa. I have to make things right with my aunt. I'm afraid this can't continue."

Marissa was furious. "You are willing to let go of a sure thing for someone who may not want to be with you anymore? You know, bird in hand and all that?"

Jason felt his cock shrivel back. He said morosely, "Yes. I have to try though."

"Fuck you Jason!" Marissa turned and slammed the door behind her.

Walking back to the bed, Jason started feeling sorry for himself. He wished he could go back in time and not have taken the photo at all.

A few minutes later, there was a light knock on the door again.

He opened the door for the third time. "Look Marissa, I told you I don't..."

"Surprise!"

A naked Josephine stood in front of him, with Marissa in tow. Both of them were laughing.

"The look on your face is priceless!" Josephine pushed Jason into his room.

Marissa followed her inside.

Jason stood there, unable to process anything. "What the fuck is going on?"

Josephine turned to Marissa. "I told you I'd win the bet. You have great tits, but I'm his aunt. I know him better than you, bitch!"

Marissa looked peeved. "Yeah, I admire his loyalty. I really thought that I would be able to get him to fuck me."

"Hello! I'm standing right here. What the fuck is going on?"

"Nothing Jason, I just wanted to see if you had my back. And you sure did!" Josephine pulled him close to her and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep in his mouth.

He pulled away from his aunt. "Huh? So that was all fake? You don't have a problem with me having sex with Marissa the other day?"

"Ok? Hell, she suggested the entire thing!" Marissa told a confused Jason.

"After I walked away from the hospital, Jo came to my house next day and we had a long chat. One thing led to another and let's just say that I discovered that I like girls too."

Josephine piped in. "That's when I told her that you were such a great guy with a beautiful cock and that she should absolutely get fucked by you!"

Both women giggled, making two pairs of monster tits jiggle and wiggle.

Jason sat down on the bed, relieved. "You guys are just too bad! And here I was, thinking I was in a shitload of trouble. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw your message."

"Oh baby! We're sorry, but it was a lot of fun!"

"I have a good mind to kick both of you out of my cabin."

Marissa pointed to his crotch. "I'm not sure that junior would like that!"

Jason looked down to see that his cock had once again regained its mojo.

"Let us make it up to you." Marissa sat down next to Jason and nibbled on his earlobe.

Josephine sat on the other side of Jason.

"You are wearing too many clothes baby. Lift!" He lifted his hands and his aunt removed his t-shirt.

Josephine bent down and kissed his chest.

"Fuck that feels good!" Jason closed his eyes as her wet tongue bathed his nipple with saliva.

On the other side, Marissa abandoned his earlobe and started kissing his neck. She gave him little love bites as she worked her way over to his face. Finally, she kissed him on the lips. He opened his mouth as her tongue hungrily searched for a way inside. They played tonsil hockey for a couple of minutes while his aunt sucked on his nipples.

"I want in on the action too!" Josephine joined in the kissing, making it a three-way tongue fest.

Jason sat back and slipped off his shorts. His cock was fully hard now.

He watched his aunt and Marissa kiss passionately. "You guys look so hot!"

Without looking, Marissa held out her hand and pawed the air. Jason led her hand to his cock. He took his aunt's hand and placed it on his dick as well.

Both women stroked his cock while kissing each other. After a couple of minutes Jason stood up. Josephine cocked a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Keep kissing," he said. He moved his cock close to their lips and pushed it in between.

"Yayy... A penis sandwich!" Marissa placed a hand on his ass to steady herself as she and Josephine pursed their lips.

His cock slid easily on their wet lips as he moved it forwards and backwards. "I always wanted to do this!" he said.

Josephine slapped his ass. "Lie down on the bed, we'll give you a proper blowjob."

Jason lay down on the bed and Josephine took hold of his large cock.

She offered it to Marissa who promptly lay a big wet kiss on the head. His aunt pulled his cock back towards her and gave it a similar kiss. She offered it again to Marissa who kissed it again.

They played pass the cock for a while, alternating between kissing his dick and licking it with their tongues.

Josephine offered his cock to Marissa again and this time, she engulfed it with her mouth.

"Give it back, slut!" Josephine protested.

"Nuh uh...!" Marissa said, her mouth stuffed with cock.

"Fuck! Keep it then!" His aunt moved down to his balls. She took one into her mouth and rolled it around her tongue. She did the same thing with the other one until both were coated with her saliva.

Jason watched in amazement at them servicing his cock and balls. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that he would be with two women. And knockout, busty women like his aunt and Marissa, to boot.

They were a study in contrasts, except of course their huge breasts. Marissa had pale, freckled skin while Josephine was lightly tanned. Both of them looked up at Jason and smiled at him.

He reached down and fondled their massive jugs.

"Are you going to share now?" Josephine asked Marissa.

"Ok."

Josephine took Jason's cock from Marissa's mouth and slapped her a couple of times on the cheek with it. "Bad girl! Bad girl!"

In return, Marissa grabbed his cock from her and hit Josephine on the cheek as well. "No, you are!"

Jason groaned. "You are killing me!"

"Oh hello! We forgot all about you up there!" Marissa laughed.

His aunt waved his cock at him. "Yeah we don't need you. Just this! You can leave."

Jason pretended to be sad. "Am I just a dick to you?"

Josephine giggled. "You certainly are!"

She grazed her nails lightly around the curls of his thick pubic hair . "You are like an animal around here!"

Jason growled like a bear. "Me bear! Bear hungry! Need titties to munch on! Tittiiiieeees!"

Josephine and Marissa acted scared. Marissa said melodramatically, "I'll go sweet Josephine! I'll sacrifice my life for you!"

"Wait lambkins! One last kiss before you go!" His aunt pulled her friend close to her and planted a big fat kiss on her lips. Marissa opened her mouth and sucked on Josephine's tongue.

When it seemed that the two wouldn't stop kissing, Jason said, "Hello! Bear here! Still waiting for dem tittays!"

The women came up for air and Marissa said, "OK! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

"Jason and breasts. I don't get what he sees in them!" Josephine took over from her friend and sucked his cock.

Marissa clambered on the top of the bed and straddled his stomach.

"Hi." She smiled at Jason.

"Hi beautiful!" Jason cupped her giant globes with his hands. "Your tits are simply awesome."

Marissa dangled a humongous tit in front of his mouth. He greedily took it in. It was soft and malleable and tasted sweet like honey.

"You ready to fuck her Jason?" Josephine asked.

"You bet!" he replied.

Josephine smacked Marissa's plump ass. "Come here!"

Marissa slid lower until she was on top of his crotch. His aunt guided his cock into the opening of her cunt.

Slick with his aunt's saliva, Jason's dick easily entered Marissa's wet cunt, sliding deep inside. "Mother fucker!" she gasped.

She lifted slightly from his cock and sat down on it again. "Holy shit! That feels great."

"It is a big one, isn't it?" Josephine was rubbing her own pussy while watching Marissa bouncing on her nephew's cock.

"She likes having a finger in her ass." he told his aunt helpfully.

"Really?" His aunt pushed Marissa down until she was lying on top of Jason, squishing her gazongas on his chest. "Let him do the work for a change!"

"No problem." Jason thrust into Marissa from below.

Josephine kissed Marissa's ass. "You have a lovely butt!"

She inserted her index finger inside her friend's asshole.

Marissa groaned. "Fuck!"

Jason increased the force of his pumping and making Marissa scream in pleasure. Soon she had a powerful orgasm, causing her body to convulse.

"Did you like that baby?" Josephine asked her.

"That was fantastic!" Marissa said. She kissed Jason. "Thank you. I just can't get enough of your cock."

"My turn!" Josephine declared.

"Ok, this time I get to be on top." Jason got up.

His aunt lay on her back and Marissa scooted next to her.

Jason's cock was wet with Marissa's pussy juices. He pushed it into Josephine's cunt.

"Oh my God!" she squealed in delight.

Marissa caught hold of Josephine's big jiggling tit and sucked on the nipple. Jason knelt down and did the same with the other one.

He thrust his cock in his aunt's pussy with measured strokes.

"Fuck! Come on baby, give it to me harder." Josephine commanded.

Jason increased his pace.

"Yeah yeah yeah..." His aunt moaned into Marissa's mouth as they kissed.

"Is that big cock filling your cunt?" Marissa diddled Josephine's clit while Jason furiously fucked her, slamming into soaking cunt.

" Fuck I'm cumming" Josephine pulled Jason's ass onto her, forcing him to stop pounding her.

Her whole body shuddered as she also came on her nephew's cock.

"Fucking hell!" she said hoarsely.

Jason pulled out of his aunt's pussy, still hard as a rock.

"Oh poor baby, you are the only who hasn't cum yet!" his aunt said.

"Yes, come on. Put that beautiful cock here." Marissa lay on her back and pointed to her tits.

"Wait, let me suck on it and make it nice and wet for you." Josephine took Jason's cock and tasted her own pussy juices. She swallowed his cock till it hit the base of her throat. She repeated it until his cock was coated with her saliva. Drool hung from her chin as she sucked on his large dong.

She then placed it in between Marissa's huge tits. Jason pushed them together and watched his cock disappear from sight.

"Those are some tits! I can't even see his poor cock!" Josephine observed.

Jason thrust his cock into Marissa's soft pillows while the two women kissed again.

Jason titty fucked her for a while, until he couldn't hold it in any more.

"Fuuuuucckk!" he shouted as cum erupted from his invisible cock somewhere inside the deep valley of Marissa's huge breasts.

It was an impressive amount of cum even by his standards and it had enough force to completely coat Marissa's face.

His aunt hungrily licked her friend's face. They kissed each other sharing Jason's cum.

"Yummy!" Josephine kissed the top of his cock to swallow the last bit of cum that had oozed out.

Jason lay down back on the bed between the two with a thud.

"My first threesome! I can cross that off my bucket list," he said happily.

"Mine too. And it was spectacular!" Marissa cuddled up to him, her tits pushing up against the side of his chest.

On the other side, Josephine did the same thing, her hand holding his flaccid cock.

The three slept peacefully in a post-coital bliss while the crickets chirped outside.

********

The next morning, Vanessa was surprised to see Josephine at the breakfast table along with Jason and Marissa.

"Hi sis! I thought you were joining us later? When did you come?"

"I came last night!" Josephine winked at Jason.

"Great! We can use the help. You and Marissa can go to the police station here to find out if they have made any progress with their investigation. I and Jason will go to the ruins to check with the students."

"We can do that," Josephine said.

The ruins of Yaxhá were about twenty miles from the hotel.

Jason and Vanessa rented a scooter from the front office. It was a rusty old Vespa, but it started on the first attempt.

"Let me drive, I've not driven one of these before."

"Are you sure mom? I don't want to fall down and break my back in Guatemala. I'm not sure of the hospitals here."

"Don't be such a baby. Hop on!"

The Vespa was ancient and had probably been used to carry people, animals, vegetables and possibly drugs in the course of its lifetime. It had just enough space for two people to sit and it was a tight fit for Jason and his mother.

"Are you ready?" Vanessa asked her son.

Jason crossed himself and said "God, please don't let me die in Guatemala!"

"Oh! Pffft..." Vanessa accelerated the throttle and the scooter sputtered forward.

He clutched her shoulders as it picked up speed.

"You hold on to my hips honey. The roads are quite rough."

Jason locked his hands around his mom's stomach.

His mom was wearing a loose V-neck t-shirt. Being taller than his mom, he could see the wide valley of her giant cleavage. She was wearing a half bra, which ensured that he could see deep, inside till her pink areolae.

He moved forward till his groin was pressing against his mom's ass. She smelled of lavender and chamomile.

"Sorry mom, I'm afraid of falling off."

'No problem hon, hold on tight."

The road to Yaxhá was rutted and bumpy. He had a back-seat view of her magnificent tits bouncing and jiggling about.

Suddenly they hit a pothole.

The impact made his hands jerk upwards and he cupped the bottoms of her bountiful boobs. They were soft and pliant. He instinctively held them for a second and then let go.

Vanessa didn't seem to notice. "Sorry about that hon, I missed the pothole."

Jason got a chubby.

All his qualms of she being his mother went through the proverbial window as soon as he felt her glorious breasts.

She kept yammering on about her theories of what happened to the professor, while his frenzied brain deliberated on the best method to fuck her on a moving scooter.

In the end, he was helped by Guatemala itself. The uneven and unkempt road turned into a series of natural speed bumps which meant that Jason could hump his mom without being found out.

Vanessa was wearing a knee length skirt and it had ridden down at the back, exposing the cleft between her butt cheeks.

Jason removed one hand from her waist and unzipped his fly, letting out a grateful cock.

He hands brushed his mom's breasts a few times. He said sorry, but his mom said "It's ok honey. Maybe next time we should hire a cab."

Jason said, "Yes, definitely. This is not enjoyable at all." He felt otherwise.

He aimed his cock at her ass crack and tried to push it in.

It managed to lodge itself in the space between her skirt and her butt, giving him the next best thing to fucking his mom.

As the scooter moved up and down on the bumps, his dick moved up and down too, without slipping out of her skirt.

As the road got progressively worse, his strokes became even faster. He was now groping his mom's huge tits at every opportunity, apologizing to her, without meaning it.

One particular stretch of road was so bad that his cock went half way inside the back of her skirt, deep between her buttcheeks.

He came.

He popped his dick out and spurted cum after cum, all over her white t-shirt.

His mom was still talking about the missing professor unaware that she now had a rather large wet spot on her back. Jason hoped that it would dry off quickly.

He slipped his now flaccid cock back into his khakis with one hand, still holding on to his mom's waist with the other.

"Holy fuck! I sorta fucked my mom!" he thought to himself.

********

The road got better as they neared the ruins. Both sides of the road were covered with dense vegetation, with a wide variety of trees and plants.

The place was aflutter with the sounds of birds and monkeys. Jason could swear that he heard the growl of a something large, somewhere in the distance.

They reached a bend and came to a crude signboard indicating that they had arrived at Yaxhá.

A tall, thin man was sitting on a stone bench, smoking a cigarette next to the sign. He got up when Vanessa stopped the scooter next to him.

"Hi, I'm Scott. We spoke in the morning."

"I'm Vanessa, this is Jason. You just be Dr. Huberman's TA?"

"That's correct."

"Where are the others? I thought there were five of you including Dr. Huberman?"

"They left yesterday evening. We had a visit from the local police and we were told in no uncertain terms to leave the place. After that some Americans came and asked us about the professor. They too told us to fuck off, just like the police. Only these guys carried automatic weapons and didn't seem to be screwing around."

"Oh?" Vanessa was surprised. This seemed to be much more than just a missing persons case.

"Yeah. I'm leaving this evening too. My parents did not want me to come to Guatemala in the first place. I just stayed around because I didn't want to leave you guys hanging."

"Tell us everything you know." Jason asked.

"This was just a routine study for us. Stanley has been here hundreds of times. He just wanted to give the sophomores a first-hand taste of Mayan architecture and this is the best place for that. It is close to LA and Yaxhá is among the largest sites of Mayan civilization in Guatemala. It is a great place to learn about their culture. I myself have come here more than twenty times already. Also, it is very quiet this time of the year and we mostly have the place to ourselves."

"So what changed this time around?" It was already four days since the archaeologist disappeared and Vanessa didn't want to lose any more time.

"I'm not sure. The day that Stanley vanished, he was working on Structure 216. It is where the temple of Chaac existed. He was the rain god of the Mayans. We were working below, at ground level, trying to map the roads of the town. When we were winding up things in the evening, Stanley came down from the temple, almost delirious with excitement."

Scott continued, "We asked him about it, but he said that it was too dark and he would show us the next morning. He asked us to open our minds and said 'The lonely eagle flies south with the heavy cup.' He was fond of little puzzles to give to the students."

He took a puff of his cigarette. "That was the last we saw of him. He had disappeared when we woke up in the morning. We tried searching for him, but the jungle is too dangerous and we didn't want to get lost in there. We called the police, but they didn't do diddly-squat. Bunch of corrupt fuckers!"

They heard a honk as a dilapidated Toyota Corolla came noisily around the bend.

"That's my ride. I'm sorry to leave like this, but I wish you good luck." Scott shook their hands and got in the car.

Jason and Vanessa were left alone as Scott and the Corolla disappeared out of sight.

"This isn't creepy at all!" Vanessa remarked as she looked around the empty site and the foreboding jungle off to the side. "Maybe those American guys took the professor?"

"Maybe. Let's check out the temple. If we can figure out what the professor discovered, we can find out more."

Jason walked towards Structure 216. It was almost a hundred feet tall, with narrow steps on all four sides. Stone slabs with intricate carvings were interspersed with damaged stones and smaller pyramids throughout the site.

They climbed to the top of the temple. It was windy at the top. They had a 360-degree view of the ruins.

Jason and Vanessa took a lot of photos of the site on their phone. They looked for obvious signs of the professor, but couldn't find any.

Vanessa sat down on the last step of the temple. "We need to organise a search party to go into the woods. I wonder if Jo and Marissa had any luck with the police."

Jason waved his phone in the air. "I'm not getting any signal. Best if we left here and compare notes with the others at the hotel."

His mom agreed. "Ok, you drive this time."

He sat on the scooter and his mom sat behind him. Once again, the old Vespa started on the first attempt.

Jason accelerated and they turned back the same way they had come. The sounds of the forest seemed to be a lot closer than in the morning. Jason could definitely hear growling close by.

He was distracted momentarily by Vanessa's huge boobs pressing into his shoulder.

"Best if we move quickly buddy. It seems a bit dangerous now." She yelled above the noise of the engine.

"Ok mom." Jason gave full throttle. Suddenly the engine sputtered and died.

"Fuck!" Jason maneuvered the scooter to the side of the road.

"Fuck!" Vanessa echoed.

He tried to kick start many times, but nothing happened.

Although it was just four pm, darkness was closing in quickly and a chill set in the air.

"What shall we do now Jason?"

They still did not have any signal on their phones.

"Don't worry mom. I saw a small ticket booth at the entrance of the ruins. We can stay there for the night and figure something out in the morning."

They left the scooter and started walking back to the ruins. Just then they heard the sound of an approaching vehicle.

"We're saved!" Vanessa shouted.

"Hold on mom. Let's see who it is."

The lights of a car were visible in the distance.

Vanessa moved to the side of the road and waved her hand.

"Wait! Mom!" Jason tried pulling his mom away.

It was too late. The car screeched to a halt in front of them.

Out jumped three men, all of whom looked like professional boxers.

"Hiya folks. You stuck?" The first guy spoke in a Texan drawl.

"No, we are fine, thank you. We are waiting for our cab." Jason lied.

The guy laughed. "Ain't no cab coming here this time of the day. Let us help you. We can take you to wherever you are going."

"We are fine. Thank you."

"No, I insist." The guy wouldn't let go.

Jason was about to ask the guy to leave them alone when he realized too late, that the second guy had moved in behind him.

He felt a knock on his head. As he fell down, he thought to himself, "Oh no! Not this again!"

Jason awoke to his mom calling out to him. "Hey Jason, wake up. Wake up honey."

He groggily opened his eyes to see his mom looking at him anxiously.

"Hi mom! Whatcha doin?" He smiled.

"Focus Jason!" his mom said urgently.

He looked at her.

His mom had her hands up in the air and they were tied together with a rope, to a wooden frame.

He was tied in a similar fashion to another frame a couple of feet in front of his mom.

"Are you ok Jason?"

"Yeah, just a nasty headache. What happened?"

"After they knocked you out, they put us in a car and brought us here in the middle of the forest. Their camp is here nearby."

"Who are these guys anyway?" Jason struggled against the knots to see if he could slip free, but they were too tight.

"We are tourists." The Texan materialized out of the forest.

"Let us go you motherfucker!" Vanessa struggled against her binds.

"What's the hurry? Let's have some fun first! My name is Arnie by the way."

He moved in behind her.

"They tell me this is your momma? She is a mighty fine lady, that's for sure."

He started rubbing his crotch against her butt. His hands moved in front, to her breasts.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" He closed his eyes and pressed her giant tits.

"You ever touched your momma's tits boy?" he asked.

Jason did not say anything, but he of course, had touched them.

"I tell you boy, you are really missing something!"

He reached down and lifted her t-shirt, exposing her bra clad mountains.

"Tits like these should be allowed to be free!" He tore her bra at the back.

For the first time, Jason had a ring side view of her spectacular melons flopping about. They were even larger that Marissa's and that was saying a lot.

Jason was ashamed to see that he had a boner.

Arnie fondled her tits. "Oh, we are going to really enjoy ourselves tonight."

Arnold unbuttoned his jeans, making them pool around his ankles.

He pushed his erect dick against Vanessa's ass. "Yes, sirreee Bob. You are so going to enjoy this."

"Hello Arnold, old chap! How are tricks?" A familiar voice rang out in the darkness.

"What the fuck?" Arnie reached down and tried to pull up his jeans, but all he managed was to keel over and fall down.

A dart was sticking out of his left butt cheek.

"You seem to be in a bind mate!" The beaming face of Douglas Garcia a.k.a Hector Ramirez looked at Jason.

"Hi Dougie!" Jason was relieved. "I was beginning to think you didn't get my message!"

"I got it just fine mate. I couldn't find anyone to take me here."

"Horse tranquilizer?" Jason asked nodding at the prone figure of Arnie.

"No, I switched suppliers. Elephant this time. My friend Arnold is going to be out for at least a day."

"What the fuck is Hector doing here? You guys are talking to each other now?" Vanessa asked still tied to the frame.

Hector Ramirez whose real name was Douglas Garcia, was an Interpol agent who had been working undercover for Vanessa's ex-husband, the drug kingpin. He had been one of the reasons why she had quit the police department.

"Hello love! Why do you always have your tits out when you see me? Are you trying to seduce me Mrs. Stavers?" Douglas winked at Vanessa.

"Fuck you Hector, Douglas, whatever the fuck your name is!" Vanessa struggled to free herself, causing her boobs to jiggle wildly.

"Sorry mom. I've been talking to Douglas since that day in the warehouse. I told him that we were going to Guatemala and that we were investigating the ruins."

"How could you? You know that all he wants to do is get into my pants."

"No mom, that's not true. He's a good guy. You just need to get to know him."

"I'm afraid it is indeed true, old chap. I want to shag her silly till she can't walk straight."

"Dude, what the fuck?! That's my mom!"

"See? I told you about this fucker." Vanessa strained against her restraint.

"Hold on love, I'll set you free." Douglas reached up and cut their ropes with a knife.

He touched the back of Jason's head. "You are bleeding mate. We should get that checked. There's a hospital near the hotel. I'll take you there."

"What about him?" Jason pointed at a sleeping Arnie.

"I'll come back for him later. There's no space in the car."

They piled up into a tiny car and drove towards town. Douglas dropped off Vanessa at the hotel to get cleaned up.

He drove to a little clinic at the edge of town.

"You go take care of Arnie. I'll be fine." Jason got down from the car.

"You sure mate?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You hurry before his friends come to take him."

********

Jason walked into the clinic. It was spotless and a delightful smell of herbs floated through the air.

There was a large desk with the usual doctor's paraphernalia with a chair for the doctor and a couple of chairs for patients. There was an examination bed off to the side of the room.

"Hello!" he shouted.

"Hola! Esperame tantito!" A singsong voice said from the backroom.

"Ok, take your time." Jason lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. The headache was really killing him now.

He woke up to the sensation of being smothered by something soft. He struggled to get up.

"Calma te, calma te!" He heard the beautiful voice again, this time close to his ear.

"Sorry, I didn't realize my chest was blocking your nose. I was dressing your wound."

Jason was taken aback to see that the voice belonged to a smiling woman with giant breasts. She had a round face with beautiful brown eyes. She was wearing a simple white frock with a printed pink flower pattern.

"Hola! My name is Itzel. I'm the doctor here." She had a thick Spanish accent.

"Hello Doctor. I'm Jason. Nice to meet you. You have a beautiful name."

"Thank you. I'm name after my great great great great grandmother. I think I'm missing a few more greats there."

"She had a beautiful name too."

"Has."

"Huh?"

"It is still her name. I mean she is gone but we still use her name so it should be 'has a beautiful name' rather than had, no?"

"Ok. You both have beautiful names. And also, you are weird."

Itzel laughed. Her laugh was like soft wind chimes and it made him want to make her laugh even more. A side effect of her laughter was that her big breasts wobbled deliciously. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra.

"What happened to you? I don't get many tourists this time of the year."

"I was walking through the ruins and I fell down and hit my head."

"Ai, pobrecito! You poor baby. That was a nasty cut. I have used a paste made of some traditional plants. I hope you don't mind. It will heal in no time. You have to live with the pain though. The Mayans have a saying that pain helps the healing process."

"Actually, I feel no pain. The smell in this place seemed to clear all my senses."

Itzel beamed. "Yes, I'm happy you feel that way. These are healing herbs that I grow especially for that."

"You are the only person here? The only doctor I mean."

"Yes. Sometimes I call my abuela to help me if it gets too crowded. Otherwise I can manage on my own."

"Where did you learn medicine?" Jason did not want to stop talking to the beautiful creature in front of him.

"I finished my surgical residency in Johns Hopkins before deciding to come back to Guatemala. That was almost seven years ago."

"What? You don't look a day over twenty-five! How can you be a surgeon?"

Itzel laughed that laugh again. "You flatter me. I'll be thirty-six next month."

"You are pulling my leg!"

"No, silly!" Itzel giggled.

Jason hazarded a question. "Hey, I'm starving. Can I take you out to eat?"

She thought for a moment.

"I can do one better. My grandmother is a very good cook. How about you join us for dinner?"

"That would be an honour. But I don't want to impose."

"No. It will be nice to have some company for a change. Let me close up here."

Jason texted his mom that he was alright and that he was going to eat outside.

Itzel brought out a Vespa from the back of the clinic.

She saw his horrified expression. "Don't worry, I'm a good driver."

"It's not that. I was driving one of these today and let's just say that I did not have a great experience."

"Don't be a baby!"

For the second time that day, Jason found himself at the back of a scooter, behind a beautiful woman. He tried to hold on to the seat, but it was uncomfortable.

She stopped the scooter and placed his hand on her hips. "You are moving too much. This is better for me to drive."

Jason closed his hands around her waist. She still had baby fat around her tummy and hips.

Jason grew heady from the scent of her perfume. It seemed earthy and other worldly at the same time.

They reached her place in ten minutes.

"Abuelita! Abuelita!" she called out as she parked in front of a small, but beautiful cottage.

The door opened and a wizened old woman hugged Itzel. "Ay, querida!"

"Abuelita, we have a guest for dinner."

"Ok. Come, come!" The woman took Jason by the elbow and led him into the house. "Pardon. My English no good."

"It seems just fine to me abuelita!"

The old woman beamed at him.

"Abuelita. Now we are hungry. Let's eat!" Itzel cleared a low table at the center of the room.

"Ok. Sit. I bring."

Both of them sat on the floor across the table. The main hall was painted bright yellow with Mayan figurines lining the walls.

"You have a beautiful home."

"Thanks. It is more than four hundred years old. We just make small repairs to it now and then."

"Wow! It doesn't look like it."

Itzel's grandmother entered with dinner.

It was a sumptuous feast, starting with guacamole and chips. There were chilaqiles with aubergine and tortillas. There was also a heavenly fish dish served with black rice and fried plantains.

Jason was stuffed by the time they finished. He kissed the old woman on the cheek. "La comida esta deliciosa abuelita."

The old lady held his hand and told Itzel. "This boy is... como si dice... cute?"

Afterwards they sat outside on wooden chairs, in the cool night, drinking hot cocoa. The night sky was bright with a spectacular scattering of stars around the moon.

"I can understand why you returned back home. This place is beautiful."

"Yes. Also, I couldn't figure out your measurement system. Feet, inches, pounds. I always had trouble with those!"

Jason laughed and sipped his cocoa. "Yes, we are the only ones holding out! Along with Liberia and Myanmar!"

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she asked, "So when are you planning to go back home?"

Jason decided to come clean. "My mom is a private investigator. We are here to find an archaeologist who is missing."

Her face darkened. "I think you should leave now."

Jason stood up. "What happened?"

"Nothing. We have had enough of people interfering in our lives and our culture, thinking that they know what we want."

"I don't understand. I'm just here to find a guy."

"Ok. No problem. Now please leave."

Jason left, confused while Itzel went inside and slammed the door shut.

********

While Jason was having dinner, his mom, aunt and Marissa were comparing notes at a table near the pier.

"The police station was a dead end. They told us that they had information that the professor had fallen in love with a Peruvian girl and had gone to Lima. A bullshit story of course." Josephine sipped some pineapple juice.

"It was lucky that Douglas was there to rescue you both!" Marissa quipped.

"Talking about me ladies?" Douglas materialized from behind Vanessa.

"Oh no!" she groaned.

"Don't worry, I come bearing gifts!"

He held a bottle of wine in his hand. "I'm told it is the best Guatemalan wine in town. Look, it even has a picture of what seems to be a mountain goat fornicating with a chimpanzee on it."

"What?!" The three women chorused.

"I'm just joking! It is actually banging a rabbit."

Josephine slapped him on his back. "You are too much Douglas!"

Vanessa looked angry. "So, everyone here is on a first name basis with this asshole? Sorry, arsehole?!"

Douglas sat down on an empty chair next to Vanessa. "Look. I have apologized so many times to you. I got caught up in the heat of the moment. It's been yonks since that incident. I think you should let it go now."

"Yeah Vanessa, let it go." Her sister joined in

"Ok. Fine!" Vanessa said grudgingly.

She took a sip of the Guatemalan wine. "Oh god, this tastes awful!"

"Awfully good you mean!" Douglas filled her glass.

Josephine gave Marissa a look and yawned. "I think I'm going to call it a night."

Marissa stood up and said "Me too! See you guys in the morning." Both of them left to their rooms.

"I left Interpol. I'm now a private contractor. I do security assessments for people who want their security umm... assessed."

"I should thank you for saving our lives at Yaxhá today."

"That's alright love. I told Jason to be careful when he told me you were going to Guatemala. It is a beastly place. Luckily, I am between assignments and I could follow you guys here. Unfortunately, Arnold wasn't there when I returned to the ruins. But I'll get him sooner or later."

When she had first met Douglas, he had a pockmarked face and a scar lining his jaw. But she later found out that it was just makeup so that he wouldn't be recognized by the drugs cartel.

Perhaps it was the wine and the excitement of the day, but he was starting to look quite handsome at the moment.

Sensing it, Douglas poised the bottle over her glass and said, "Some more?"

"Oh, I really shouldn't!"

"Oh poppycock!" Douglas filled her glass again.

"I've encountered Arnold before. He was a marine. He was dishonorably discharged and became a mercenary. Not a very good one, mind you, but still a nasty piece of work."

"Ok, Thanks for the wine. I am going to my room now."

"Let me walk you."

They walked towards her room. As she went to open her door, she tripped on a small rock.

She fell into Douglas's arms.

He pulled her close and kissed her. "I been wanting to do this since the first day we met."

She sighed. He nibbled on her lush lips.

They stumbled into her room.

He took her hand and put it on his crotch. "I just kissed you and look what happened to my knob!"

"Let's take it out." She rubbed his bulge.

Douglas unbuttoned his jeans and his cock jutted out.

"I've got to see those knockers of yours."

She was wearing a tank top and a skirt. He quickly removed her top and unleashed her twin wonders.

"Wicked!"

He touched her pink nipples in awe. "Do you know how many times I've wanked over the memory of the wonderful things?"

Vanessa laughed. "They're here now. Do what you want to do!"

"Oh, I am going to!" Douglas grabbed her heavy breasts and kneaded them. "You can support a small village in Guatemala with these jubblies."

Vanessa laughed. She kissed him again as she stroked his cock.

It was now fully hard.

"Sit down!" Vanessa shoved him on the bed. She knelt down and kissed the top of his cock, tasting his pre-cum.

She cupped his balls while she started sucking on him. She eased her mouth onto his cock and fully swallowed it.

"Fucking hell!" Douglas groaned as he watched his prick vanish into her mouth.

She came up for air, his cock coated with her saliva.

"Oh, you nasty little tart!" Douglas grabbed a pendulous breast while she deepthroated him again.

"I'm not going to last long if you keep up like this." He squeezed her tits.

Vanessa got up and positioned herself in front of a wall below the painting of a big bosomed Mayan woman.

Moving in behind her, he slapped her ass. He rubbed the purple head of his cock against the pink folds of her labia.

Bit by bit, he fed his cock into her cunt.

"Oh yeah! Fuck that pussy hard you fucking bastard!" she yelled.

He watched her plump ass quiver each time he slammed into her. Beads of sweat dropped from his brow onto her smooth back, as the fast and furious fucking continued for a while.

"I can't hold it any longer. Quick! I want to cum on those fabulous breasts of yours!"

Vanessa turned around just in time to receive a cumshot on her face. The next few shots landed on her chest, coating tits her tits with cum.

"Looks like you've not emptied in a while." Vanessa held his balls in her hand and cleaned up the remaining cum oozing out of his cockslit.

Douglas collapsed on the bed as Vanessa went into the bathroom to clean up.

********

Oblivious to what was going on in his mother's room, Jason was tossing and turning in his bed.

His mind was racing a thousand miles a minute. Itzel's sudden change of mood puzzled him. He was also frustrated at not being able to figure out where the professor was or what his little riddle meant.

He fell into a sudden sleep. Early morning, he woke up with a start. "I think I have figured it out!"

He looked through the photos they had taken of the ruins. "Of course!"

He woke up the others and said that he had found the answer to the professor's riddle.

They got a cab to take them to the ruins.

"There are two parts the riddle. The professor said the lonely eagle flies south with the heavy cup."

"That day when I and mom were going through the place, I found this on one of the stone slabs." He showed them the first stela on the north face of the temple which had an image of a sad looking eagle.

He touched the eagle and felt it give a little. He pressed it harder. The bird slid back completely. About two feet away, there was another slab with a cup on it. He pressed the cup and the ground between the two stone slabs parted to reveal a small casket.

He carefully lifted it and brought it out. Inside, there was an object wrapped in a red cloth covered with Mayan hieroglyphics. He carefully opened the cloth and saw a curved, hollow conical object with exquisite gold filigree on it.

Douglas remarked. "That's a penis sheath! I thought only the Indonesian tribes wore those."

"It looks beautiful." Vanessa remarked. "This is what the professor had found?"

"That's not all." Jason smiled like the cat that ate the canary.

"Come with me." He climbed the steps to the top of the temple where a dilapidated statue of Chaac stood.

"The professor asked his students to open their minds. Look at this sculpture. What do you see?"

The others looked at it.

"I really don't see anything." Josephine said.

"Look at the forehead." Jason suggested.

There was a faint ring about three inches in diameter on the forehead of the god.

Jason held the tip of the penis sheath on the ring and pushed. "Ta daaa!"

The sheath fit perfectly inside the forehead of the sculpture.

"These guys sure seemed to like inserting stuff into stuff." Douglas said.

"I thought something would happen now." Jason was disappointed.

Just then, there was a grating sound and a stone slab near them slid aside. Marissa almost fell into the hole.

On a closer look, there were a series of steps leading to an inner chamber.

They climbed inside the temple. It was dank, but the air was breathable.

At the bottom, there were more than twenty wooden caskets.

Vanessa opened one to see tablets of a dull yellow colored material with inscriptions on them.

"Is this..."

"Gold. Yes." Douglas finished her sentence.

"This must be worth millions!" Jason opened the other boxes to find similar yellow tablets stacked on top of each other.

"So, you have found it."

All of them turned around to see Itzel descend down the steps.

"Hi Itzel." Jason said. "Guys, this is Dr. Itzel. She is the one who treated my head injury."

Itzel came closer to the group. "Please leave this place. We have had enough plundered from our nation. Do not do the same."

"We are just searching for the archaeologist. We have no interest in the gold." Jason told Itzel.

"Oh, we have him. And we are interested in the gold!"

Once again, the group turned around to see Arnold and his two cronies leading a tired looking man with his hands tied behind him. They had Uzis in their hands.

"This asshole wouldn't tell us where the gold was. Thank you for leading us right to it." Arnold told Jason.

Vanessa asked, "How did you know there was gold here?"

Arnold replied, "This is the place mentioned in the Dresden Codex. Maybe you have heard of it. It details, among other things, the location of Mayan gold buried in Guatemala. Turns out that for years, people have been searching for it in the wrong place. We found out that it was hidden in this area. Just didn't know exactly where. Until now."

"Look, this gold is cursed. Nothing good will ever come off it." Itzel pleaded with Arnold.

"Stand back lady. I haven't searched for this place for twelve years to go back empty handed."

He shoved Itzel and she fell down. Jason helped her up. "We've called the police. They will be here soon."

Arnold laughed. "I think both of us know that they are not coming. But I know I am. Going to come I mean. On these four lovely ladies and their huge breasts. Aren't we boys?"

The two men along with him sniggered.

"Doug, I have meant to do this for a long time now." Arnold hit him on the back of the head with his gun. Douglas crumpled into a heap.

"Fuck you Arnold!" Vanessa shouted as she cradled Doug's head on her lap.

"Ok, I'm ready, let's fuck!" Arnold unzipped his pants once again.

"Stop this. I'm warning you!" Itzel shouted at Arnold.

He just laughed in reply.

"Ernesto! Felipe!" Itzel shouted at the top of her lungs. The sound echoed around the chamber.

"Call whomever you want. They won't stand a chance against these." Arnold shook his gun.

Suddenly yellow eyes shone at the top of the steps.

With loud growls, two silhouettes leapt onto Arnold and his men. Shots rang out as the others ducked for cover.

"What the fuck are those?" Jason asked Itzel as he shielded his mom and Itzel from the flying bullets.

"Those are my jaguars. Ernesto and Felipe. They live in the forest." Itzel said simply.

Jason stared at her as he watched the black shapes maul the unfortunate men.

Within the blink of an eye everything was over. The injured men lay on the floor moaning in pain while the jaguars stood over them growling, like guard dogs.

"You guys better leave now. Take your professor with you." Itzel got up and took out her phone to make a call.

Jason supported the weak professor and Vanessa and Josephine held up a woozy Douglas as they trudged out of the temple.

"That was fucking weird." Marissa said a couple of hours later in their hotel. "At least we found our man."

The professor was sound asleep in Jason's room after having consumed an enormous amount of huevos rancheros.

"Yeah. I'm just happy that I 'm still in one piece!" Josephine quipped.

"I'll go make reservations for a flight back to LA." Marissa left to go to her room.

Douglas stood up to leave as well. "I'm going to visit some family in Lima. I'll be in touch."

He shook Jason's hand and kissed Josephine and Vanessa on the cheeks.

Jason couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw Doug grab his mom's ass for a second.

Marissa returned. "Our flight leaves tomorrow evening. I'm planning to do some shopping in the morning. Who's in?"

"Me!" said Josephine.

"Me!" Vanessa echoed.

Jason shook his head. "You almost got killed by mercenaries, almost got mauled by jaguars and you want to go shopping?"

Vanessa ruffled his hair. "Oh honey! You have so much to learn about women!"

*******

Early morning next day, Jason rented a Vespa and went back to Itzel's house.

Her grandmother greeted him with a smile.

"Itzel go Yaxhá. She tell you come and you go there to lake."

Jason was a little hesistant. "Yaxhá? What about the jaguars?"

The old lady laughed. "Ernesto and Felipe? They babies."

"They didn't look like babies to me!"

"You no worry. Only eat bad people." She winked.

Jason was not reassured, but went anyway.

He saw her beautiful body framed by the rising sun, standing beneath a dogwood tree looking at the lake.

Without turning, she said, "This is where my great great grandmother met my great great grandfather."

"It is a beautiful place"

The pink and white flowers of the tree formed a carpet on the ground.

"We are leaving tomorrow with the archaeologist."

Itzel turned to look at him.

"I came here to tell you that we are not going to tell anyone about the treasure. None of us is interested in the gold. Even the professor has said that he is not going to visit Yaxhá anymore."

"The gold is not a good thing to possess. My great grandmother escaped her cruel husband with my great grandfather. She planned to come back and get the gold that her husband had collected. But they started a family and she decided that love was greater than money. No one who had that gold was ever happy."

"Your secret is safe with us. You have my word."

She smiled. "Thank you. It means a lot to me."

"What happened with those men in the temple?"

"I don't think you want to know," she replied.

"You are right. I don't!"

"Anyway, goodbye. Thanks for everything." Jason came forward to hug Itzel.

Her big boobs pressed against his chest. They stayed like that for a few seconds.

It was enough for his cock to stand to attention.

Itzel looked down and then back to Jason in surprise. "Is that a chorizo in your pants or are you just happy to see me?"

Jason looked at her shamefully. "I'm sorry, Junior has a thing for big breasts."

Itzel winked. "Let's see it then."

"Huh?"

"Let's see Junior!"

Jason did not need to be asked a third time. He took off his pants faster than a Ferrari pit crew.

"It is bigger than the ones I have seen." Itzel stroked his rapidly hardening cock.

She was wearing a brightly colored t-shirt and jeans. He cupped her huge breasts with his hand. "I want to see them."

Itzel removed her shirt and exposed her outstanding tits.

"Woah. These are huge!"

They were golden brown in color, tipped with large, dark brown nipples. They were standing erect, inviting Jason to pinch them.

He held her huge melons in his hands. "They must weigh at least twenty pounds each. Sorry, I mean nine kilos!"

She laughed, setting her bare boobs into motion. "Smart-ass!"

Jason moved in behind her and kissed her neck. He fondled her boobs while she reached back and stroked him.

He jabbed his cock into her plump ass. His hand moved southwards towards her pussy. She had dense curls of hair which he parted to find the entrance to her pussy.

She gasped when he rubbed her clit. She turned her face towards him and they kissed. His tongue sought out hers. She tasted of peppermint coffee.

"I want to taste your pussy."

"Wait." Itzel went to the tree and picked out a blanket hidden among the branches.

"You've come prepared! You bring guys here often?"

"No silly, I come here often. Sometimes when the night is warm, I sleep here."

"You are not worried about wild animals?"

"No, I have my cats to take care of me!"

"Fuck! I forgot about Ernesto and Felipe. Where are they?"

Itzel laughed. "Don't worry, they are off playing somewhere. They won't bother us."

She spread the blanket in the shade of the tree.

Jason lay down on it, his cock pointing towards the sky.

Itzel lowered her pussy onto his face while she slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

"It is so big. I cannot fit all of it in."

Her huge tits squished pleasantly on his thighs.

Jason parted her hairy bush to reveal the folds of her labia and inserted his index finger into her tight cunt.

Itzel moaned, "Ai papi!"

He removed his finger and inserted it again, slowly increasing his speed, all the time exploring her clit with his tongue.

Powerful convulsions shot through her body as she came on his mouth. After a few seconds, her orgasm subsided.

She rolled over on the blanket and looked at Jason. "Let me catch my breath!"

Jason took her hand and put it on his cock. She stroked it unhurriedly as they lay side by side watching the sun rise languidly across the lake.

He played with her breasts, suckling on them.

"Put it your penis in me!" she commanded.

She turned over to her side as he spooned her. He guided his cock into her cunt as she lifted one leg to allow him access.

They kissed as he thrust into her.

"Aiii..." she cried in pleasure as he buried his cock in to the hilt.

He grabbed a giant tit for support and slammed his hips vigorously into her plump backside.

He moved south and rubbed her clit while fucking her.

Her breath came in shirt gasps as she built towards her second orgasm. Her cunt clenched his cock tighter as she came.

Jason joined her in climax as he unloaded into her pussy.

"Fuck!" He kissed her while his cock jerked into her.

She smiled and cuddled Jason with her giant tits pressing into his chest.

They lay there for a while, watching the storks looking for fish in the lake.

Jason reluctantly got up. "I have to finish packing. We have to leave for Flores in an hour."

"It was nice to have met you Jason Stavers. My cousin lives in San Francisco. Maybe we can meet up if I come to visit her."

"Absolutely, I insist. Or you can just come to visit me."

He kissed her again, giving her tits a final squeeze. "I'll miss these."

"And I'll miss this." She kissed the top of his flaccid cock, licking it clean.

He hugged her and they said their goodbyes.

********

They managed to catch a late-night flight from Guatemala City to LA but couldn't get seats together. Marissa and his aunt were sleeping somewhere at the back of the plane. His mom was in the seat in front of him.

Jason was almost asleep too, dreaming about titty fucking Itzel's giant jugs when his mom turned behind and tapped his leg.

He looked at her sleepily and asked, "What, mom?"

"We need to talk about what happened on that scooter ride to Yaxhá."

********



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