These are the deepest wounds carved into my bette male soul
It's 2009, and I am 14. My mom had a friend by the name of Daniela who was a blonde with a nice pair of tits in her early 20s. She was studying psychology and they met thru another Turkish acquitance who helped us settle in Bucharest.
Anyway, my mom entrusted me and my little sister to her as she was going to Germany for work with my gyppo stepdad. One night we are at Daniela's apartment, my sister dozes off and we are just watching TV with Daniela.
Daniela tells me that her back hurts and she wants me to massage her. She takes her bra off and leans on her belly in the bed. I grab some coconut oil from the thing she hands me and start massaging her back slowly, sitting on the lower parts of her ass basically.
I try to be sneaky by massaging her sides and more towards the boobs but going back up hoping she doesnt notice, she starts letting out little moany sounds when I go towards the breasts, and tells me to do it harder. I get startled and start focusing more on the back.
She asks why am I breathing so hard, as at this point I am panting like a fat kid playing football from a mix of anxiety and arousal. She wiggles her ass which touches on my boner, adding even worse to my anxiety.
I massage her back for a few more minutes then rush to the bathroom with purple balls. The next day she was being very cold and bitchy to me, talking about how she cant wait for mom to return to Romania because I apparently don't like her and she wants to ship us off.
