The summer after I graduated from university, I got serious about finding a job. I was living at my parents’ house and after living on my own at university for four years, I was ready to leave the nest again. At the end of August, I received a call from a company that manufactured computers. They offered me a job with a good salary with a chance for promotion. The only problem was I had to move to Tijuana. I talked it over with my parent and they were very supportive and helped me figure out a plan to move and find an apartment.

“You should call Ben,” my mother said. “Isn’t he renting rooms at that mansion of his?”

My father nodded. “It’s not a mansion, son. Just a big house. I’ll call him tomorrow.”

It had been a while since we had visited Uncle Ben in Tijuana. He had gotten a divorce several years ago and we had lost touch with him and my cousins.

The next day my father shared the good news at breakfast. “I talked with Ben. He says you can stay there. Rent will be cheap and you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like or until you find a nice place on your own. Oh, yeah, Ben’s also remarried.”

“What?” my mother reacted with shock. “To whom?”

“I didn’t catch her name. I think he said Martina or Maritza. That Ben,” my dad explained, shaking his head, “he was the ladies man in the family. Maybe he can teach you a thing or two about the ladies. Not like your old man, eh?”

My mother slapped my dad on his shoulder.

“He’ll do no such thing. Johnny will find himself a good girl without any help from Ben.”

“Oh, mom,” I said feigning embarrassment. My father looked at me and winked as he whispered, “Have your Uncle Ben show you some of that Tijuana night life!”

I started packing immediately. I called Uncle Ben and informed him of my arrival time. He explained the rental arrangement and informed me that he already had a couple of students rooming there. He told me that he was giving me a special rate, the family discount, and not to share that information with the other tenants. I agreed and told him I’d see him soon.

I was eager to see my Uncle Ben. I remember liking him as a child. He and my father would stay up late, drinking tequila and smoking cigars. My mother did not like the smoking so much so I could see how she didn’t like my father’s comment about Uncle Ben teaching me to be a ladies man.

The flight to Tijuana was smooth and luckily my luggage did not get lost. I caught a taxi and gave the cabbie my Uncle Ben’s address. It wasn’t too far from the airport. It was in a very nice neighborhood, all the houses were much bigger than the one I grew up in. Uncle Ben’s house was three stories tall and looked like an Italian villa, with a huge wooden door. I paid the cabbie, grabbed my gear, and walked up to the impressive door. I knocked on the door and no one responded. I looked at my watch. I was a little early, but still I thought my Uncle would be home. I knocked again. I heard signs of life from inside. A bolt unlocked and the door opened.

I expected to see my Uncle Ben, but was greeted by a beautiful woman. She was stunning and I could not help but notice that she had the most amazing pair of breasts–big and round–with spectacular dark cleavage. She had the most engaging smile. Her gorgeous face was framed by long jet black hair that hung to her shoulders. Her honey brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

“Johnny?”

I was overwhelmed by this vision of beauty standing inches away from me. I finally broke the awkward silence.

“Yes, I’m Johnny and I’m looking for my Uncle Ben?”

“Ben was delayed at work. I’m Maritza, your Uncle’s wife. We’ve been waiting for you. Please come in.”

I stepped inside and she surprised me with a strong hug. I momentarily melted into her voluptuous figure.

“Welcome, Johnny,” she whispered as she gave me a light kiss on the cheek.

We separated and I followed her into the living room. I now had an opportunity to check out her backside. She was tall, even in a pair of sexy high heeled sandals. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide, and her ass a work of art–like a sculpture of curves.

“How was your flight?” she asked.

“It was good, Ms. Maritza. I’m a little tired, but on the whole it was ok. Thank you.”

“Ms. Maritza? Such good manners,” she replied.

“I don’t mean to offend and assume to call you aunt,” I responded, not sure if she was having a joke at my expense. I knew that some mature women did not like being called Ms or ma’am.

“It’s ok. I actually like that,” she said. “Ms. Maritza. Yes, you can call me that or if you like, just Maritza.”

Her cell phone rang.

“Yes, dear. He just got here. Ok. Ok. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

She hung up her phone.

“That was Ben. He’s on his way. His sales call lasted longer than he had planned. Listen, don’t ask about his business. It’s not so good right now and he’s a proud man.”

I nodded.

“The renters were my idea. I thought it would take some of the stress off of him. I’m glad you are here. You’re his family and he needs that right now. Please have a seat,” she offered.

It wasn’t long before Uncle Ben arrived. He was my father’s older brother and I guessed him about 60. I was a bad judge of mature women’s ages, but had to figure she was in her late 30s or early 40s. I wondered how my Uncle Ben lucked into snagging this gorgeous woman.

I stood to shake his hand, but he turned his attention to his wife first, giving her a passionate kiss and fondling her pear shaped ass.

“This must be little Johnny,” he exclaimed in a loud voice.

We shook hands and then he took me into an embrace.

“You look just like your papa,” he said. “Only taller, bigger, stronger, and a hell of a lot better looking! Boy, look at those arms, Maritza. This boy works out, eh?”

I blushed at the thought of Maritza checking me out.

“Sit, sit,” he commanded. “Tell me about this job.”

We all sat down and I started talking about my job and the company. Maritza was seated across from me. I was trying hard to maintain eye contact with Uncle Ben and Maritza, but my eyes kept drifting down to her bountiful bosom. She was wearing a silver necklace that only served to call more attention to her large pointy breasts.

Uncle Ben interrupted me, “Maritza, make us some drinks, my love.”

She got up and I watched her body respond, the slight jiggle of her massive breasts filled me with forbidden desire.

“I know what you want,” she said with a smile, pointing at Uncle Ben. “What can I get for you?”

I asked for a soda.

"No soda, Johnny. Join us with a real drink. Do you drink tequila?" he asked.

“I’ve had a shot or two,” I responded with the slightest bit of braggadocio.

“Let’s see if the boy handles his liquor better than his old man,” Uncle Ben said with a laugh.

Maritza went off to the bar and came back moments later with three salt rimmed margarita glasses.

“To Johnny and his new job,” Uncle Ben toasted.

We all took a drink. It was the best margarita I’d ever had.

“This is awesome,” I gushed.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she replied, raising her glass to me.

Something about the way she said sweetie aroused me.

“Maritza makes excellent drinks. She worked at the bar of one of the finest hotels in Tijuana.”

“Really? Is that how you met each other?” I asked.

There was a moment of silence.

“Yes,” Uncle Ben finally said. “I guess you could say that.”

Maritza laughed. “We did spend a lot of time at that hotel.”

I didn’t get it at first, but then something made me think of why Uncle Ben was divorced. I recalled my parents talking about Ben having an affair. I realized that it must have been with Maritza. I imagined that as a sultry, big breasted barmaid she was too much to resist, especially working in a hotel where they could meet for their trysts.

“Speaking of hotels,” he said, changing the subject. “In a sense, that’s what I’m running here. I’m sure Maritza has told you of my recent financial problems and sworn you not to bring it up, but I’m not too proud a man to tell you. I wish that it was not the case and I could offer you free lodging, but that’s life. So I have three rooms and now three guys living under my roof. As we talked, it’s 300 a month and that includes breakfast.”

“I’m sorry to hear of your problems, uncle, but I’m glad I am here to help. Anything I can do for you or Ms. Maritza, just ask me, sir.”

I thought I saw Uncle Ben wipe a tear from his eye. He just smiled and ordered Maritza to make us another round of drinks. He and I continued to talk about the job, my hobbies, and things to see and do in Tijuana. As my father predicted, the conversation soon turned to girls.

“You’re not engaged are you? Do you have a steady girlfriend?” he asked.

Maritza leaned in with interest as I responded.

“No. No marriage plans, no girlfriend back home, which was nice. It made the decision to move to Tijuana easier.”

“Well, focus on your job and don’t worry about girlfriends. My wife has several cousins and nieces she can introduce you to, all nice girls. One of these nights we can go out and Maritza can invite them. All of them have big tits just like my wife.”

I was taken aback by his candor. He must be drunk, I thought. I was speechless. I shyly looked at Maritza, who just smiled at Ben. I also tried to smile.

"Ben, how could you say that?" She exclaimed, with a little bit of a laugh.

"What? It’s true! Your cousin Susan’s tits are as big as your head. The only difference is that you show more than her. Hey, Johnny, I am sure you like women with big tits, right? That's our weakness, the men in our family, big tits. Am I right? Or do you like ass? I’m blessed, Johnny, Maritza has the best tits and ass in Tijuana.”

I was shocked with this conversation. I was not sure how to respond. Should I join in the perverse conversation or try to change the subject.

"Errr…Yes, Uncle, I love tits and ass too, sure."

I almost felt like asking him if he was familiar with a website I often visited during my dateless nights in college called “Big Tits and Round Asses,” but thought I’d better not encourage him, especially with Maritza within earshot.

Maritza was behind the bar again, preparing the third round of drinks. Uncle Ben had gotten up to fetch a cigar. I stared at her in action. During that brief moment, I had a vivid vision in my mind. I imagined her naked, behind the wooden bar. I imagined how she would look with my cock rammed to the hilt inside her. I imagined her experiencing an intense orgasm, her hands gripping the wooden bar. I imagined the look on her beautiful, angelic face, mouth agape, moaning with pleasure. I imagined seeing her enormous tits dangling and moving to the rhythm of my powerful thrusts. I imagined clutching her waist with my hands as I plunged deeper and harder into her wet chasm of love. I imagined her begging for more as I took hold of her hair, pulling it like the reins of a magnificent wild mare in need of breaking.

“…that's why I am so happy with this woman, look at her, isn't she a heavenly queen?”

Uncle Ben’s words woke me from my naughty dream.

“Yes, Uncle, she is quite a dream.”

Despite the alcohol, I still felt a little uncomfortable with the comments, even though I had to admit that this offered me a perfect opportunity to leer at Maritza and speak of her in terms that my mother would die if she over heard the conversation. Instead of changing the subject, I played along.

"When I get married, I hope my wife is as beautiful as she is."

"You should meet her daughter, Silvia, from her first marriage. She has a pair like this," he said, cupping his hands around large imaginary beach balls.’

"Ben, really. That’s enough," Maritza said as she brought us the drinks. She didn’t seem all too upset, because her voice was so soft. It seemed like she secretly loved all those dirty compliments.

“May I use your bathroom, please?" I requested.

"Sure! Come this way,” Uncle Ben said getting up. “You can use the bathroom off the master bedroom. This one downstairs is not working. Do you know anything about plumbing?"

I told my uncle that I could take a look at it over the weekend.

Uncle Ben showed me the path towards the bathroom. I think he thought I was having a difficult time walking because of my drinking, but the truth was I had a huge hard on based on our conversation. I was so horny with talk of big tits and seeing Maritza's body; it was too much. I took an opportunity to stroke my cock a little bit, but knew I couldn’t masturbate in my Uncle's bathroom. So I took a deep breath, tried to relax and pissed. I flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands. As I was washing, I noticed a series of black and white photographs behind me in a single frame. I wiped my hands on a towel as I admired the artwork. They were semi nude and nude photos of a woman. I took a closer look and realized they were of Maritza. “Oh, my God…” I gasped. I felt my cock growing as I studied the way the light illuminated her nakedness and shadows were cast from her curvaceous figure. I wanted to take the framed photos with me to my room, but that was clearly not possible. Then I realized I had my cell phone with me. I did my best to get as close up as I could and snapped photos.

After a nice dinner, Uncle Ben excused himself to his home office. He left me with Maritza who said I looked tired and offered to show me to my room. I followed her and admired her shapely ass as we walked to my room.

"Ok, John, this is it. Let me know if you need anything. Our room is just down the hall.”

I shut the door and lay on the bed. I must have dozed off because it was dark when I woke up. I finished unpacking, and wondered if there was some place, like the garage or the attic, that I could put my luggage. I wandered down the hall and heard the sound of washing dishes coming from the kitchen. I followed the sound and found Maritza at the sink. I didn’t say anything, just stood there and admired her hourglass figure. I finally spoke up:

“Ms. Maritza, excuse me. But where can I put my empty luggage?”

She stopped washing.

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

I followed her, hypnotized by the movement of her hips. As she walked she said:

"I want to apologize for the comments and conversation of my husband this afternoon. He gets a few drinks in him and he thinks he can say anything. I hope you were not uncomfortable."

"It’s ok. My father said Uncle Ben…well, he said, he was a great admirer of women and I can see that he is very proud to have a woman like you.”

"Like me? What do you mean?”

"Well, a woman….so beautiful."

"Hmmm, but my husband's conversation was not about that; it was about my breasts. I am not ashamed that they are big. You don’t think they’re too big do you? The boys today seemed to like such skinny girls.”

I took the opportunity to shamelessly stare right at her tits.

"With all respect, they are remarkable, and your clothes, the way they fit you, again, remarkable. You remind me of that actress, Raquel Welch."

"Thank you!"

She seemed to like my awkwardly stated compliment.

"Look, you can put your luggage up there, in the attic space. Let me check to see if there’s room."

She pulled on the cord and brought the attic stairs down. She started to climb. I could not believe my luck. She started going up. Midway up, I could see her white thong. It was a little spot of fabric caught between her full ass cheeks. Her wide hips made my heart beat so hard that I thought she could hear it pound in my chest. I just stood there, mouth open as I stared at her big round ass, taking a mental picture. She was up there for at least a minute, moving stuff around. She then started her way down. It was a glorious moment in my life. Before she was completely down, she turn to me and said: “Now you can use that space up there.”

"Th...Thank you. Ms. Maritza,” was the only I could say.

She went back to the kitchen, and after stowing my luggage, I went directly to the bathroom off my bedroom. I took my cell phone and admired her pictures as I masturbated. I replayed the scene in the living room with Ben talking about his wife's tits, only this time, I was speaking my mind. "Yes, Uncle Ben, your wife is beautiful, more than that, let me tell you a few things about those huge tits....her tits are so lovely and luscious, like ripe melons. You like men to admire your tits, right, Maritza? Does that turn you on, Maritza? Uncle Ben, can I touch her tits? Maritza, open your blouse so I can see your monstrous breasts. Oh, God, they are so big and beautiful, let me touch them, oh, God, they are so soft and lovely, and those nipples, let me kiss and suck your perky brown nipples, oh God, let me cum on your tits….uuuugghhh!!!” That was the best jerk off of my life. It seemed like gallons of semen poured out of me, as I imagined glazing her bosom with my prodigious spoodge.

I had never slept better that night, waking up at nine am the next day. I took a quick shower and went downstairs for breakfast. Maritza was sitting on a bench of the kitchen, reading a magazine. She was wearing a tight, peach colored dress, very sexy. From the entrance of the kitchen, I could see her back, her tiny waist and her wide hips, what an awesome view! For an instant I thought of gripping her waist and caressing her big butt with my raging hard on.

"Good morning, Ms. Maritza, how are you today? Where's Uncle Ben?”

"Good morning, Johnny. I'm fine, thanks. Ben went to work early. You slept well, eh?”

She had such a pretty smile. She stood up and walked towards the stove. I admired how sexy and bold her dress was. It was so tight that it fit her voluptuous body like a second skin. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see the faint outline of her aureoles.

"I did sleep well. I guess I was very tired and a bit tipsy from the drinks. I slept like a baby."

Maritza bent over to get some glasses, her tits were hanging right in front of me. I looked directly at her tits and said: "I think I’m going to have a great time here with you and Uncle Ben."

"You will, honey, there are lots of things to see and do here."

“I like what I’ve seen so far." My eyes had not left her breasts. She suddenly raised her head and realized I was staring at her boobs.

"I am talking about Tijuana,” she said, “There are lots of things to see and do in Tijuana."

"So am I…I was talking about Tijuana," I responded sheepishly.

“Yes, Tijuana. You’re going to like it here. So what do you want for breakfast? What are you hungry for?” She asked, arching an eyebrow seductively.

"I have a choice? Wow! This is even better than home!”

"I will make you feel better than at home, I am here to serve you, please you, what ever you desire....... for breakfast.”

I found her playful use of language enticing and decided to play along.

"Anything to please me, eh? Anything I desire? Are you really going to please me? No, please, you will only make me a spoiled baby.”

“You are my spoiled baby now," she said with a laugh. "What does my baby want to have for breakfast?”

My cock was starting to throb in my pants.

"Mmmm! Baby wants milk. Does mommy have milk?”

She laughed. “Naughty baby! What do you think?”

"I think mommy does!"

"Of course, baby, look....."

She stood up, turned, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of milk.

"Look, mommy does have a lot of milk; you can take as much as you want."

"Oh, you are talking about that milk?" my voice was filled with disappointment.

She looked straight to my eyes. She seemed to be sizing me up. Perhaps looking to see how far to go with this game of words she appeared to be enjoying so much.

"What kind of milk were you thinking?" she asked, hand on her hip.

"Skim milk, Ms. Maritza. I like to watch calories. Keep fit."

I flexed my biceps.

"Ok, smart guy! I will cook an omelet for you, but I am sorry, there's no skim milk here.”

When I was eating she sat in front of me, her dress had a slit in the side. I could see her shapely calf and strong thigh. I had a vision of her standing in the dress, exposing her breasts and raising the skirt to show off her shaved pussy. Her conversation brought me back to reality.

"When are you leaving for work? What time will you be back?" Maritza asked.

"I have to be there at 12:30 to sign some documents. I think I will be here back after 5 pm. Why? Do you need something from downtown?”

"No, no thanks. I asked because I thought I’d leave some dinner for you.”

"Oh, thank you, so much, Ms. Maritza, but I can eat downtown."

"Ok, as you wish, sweetie."

I finished eating, but I didn't want to leave. I could stay there, admiring this sensual woman for hours and hours. But I realized I had to go. It would not look good to be late on the first day. I showed up at the office and signed dozens of documents. The interview with the boss went quicker than expected. He told me to take the rest of the day off. I was off so early, I decided to eat at a nearby restaurant. I was back home at Uncle Ben’s by 2:30 pm. It seemed that there was nobody home, so I went to the kitchen, opened a soda and picked up the magazine Maritza had been reading that morning.

I hadn’t been there but a few minutes when I thought I heard a noise. I stayed immobile straining to hear the noise again. It was coming from inside the house. It sounded like…like... a woman moaning. I stood up quietly and walked out to the living room. The noise was becoming more audible. It seemed to be coming from one of the tenant’s rooms. Perhaps one of my new neighbors was having an afternoon tryst with his girlfriend.

I knew I should have turned back but I thought I’d just have a peek into the room since I could actually hide behind the doorway of the adjacent room and get a good look at the action. I saw a flash of a dress, a peach colored dress. I couldn’t believe it. It was Maritza. She was kneeling at the corner of the bed giving a blowjob to a young man. He was running his fingers through her dark hair as her head bobbed up and down. He was muttering, “that’s it, suck it, keep sucking it, you hungry whore…”

“This is why she wanted to know when I was coming back,” I thought.

I continued to watch as she expertly sucked his cock like a porn star.

“Ok, that’s enough, let’s fuck,” he said.

She stood up and undressed for him. She looked magnificent naked. Her legs were tone, the calves shapely, her big thighs so strong and firm, her bulbous ass, her tiny waist, her huge melon shaped breasts, each crowned with dark areolas, nipples erect.

He was lying down on the bed, waiting for her to climb aboard. She did so, backwards, so her ass was in his face in the traditional 69 position. He separated her ass cheeks and buried his face in her flesh. She in turn went down on his cock. She was obviously getting off with his tongue in her cunt and she started to moan. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her crotch against his face. She rose up and massaged her big breasts as she climaxed.

I was masturbating as the scene unfolded before me. Her face was exactly as I imagined: her eyes closed, her mouth wide open, panting and begging for more. I continued to masturbate as her moans turned to groans. She had moved off his face and he was now plunging his cock in and out as she bounced up and down. Her hair was flying in every direction as their frenzied fucking reached a fever pitch.

“Oh, God,” I groaned as I lost it and spewed in my underwear.

I didn’t think what I said could be heard over their loud love-making and the creaking bedsprings, but Maritza opened her eyes and caught sight of me. I froze and our eyes locked on each other. Maritza was still riding the young stud like a bare back rider at the rodeo, but her eyes never lost their focus on me. She didn’t stop, finally giving a faint smile, and then closed her eyes again as the young man bellowed, erupting inside a sweaty, yet gorgeous Maritza. I took my chance and left for my room.

After four hours of trying to process what I had seen, I felt the need to leave my room. Even though I didn’t know what to do when I saw my Uncle Ben, I left and started downstairs. Hell, I wasn’t sure what to do when I saw Maritza. She knew. She had to know. The look. That smile. I had to know.

I went to the living room and found Maritza. She looked up at me. I wasn’t able to get a word out first.

“I guess they let you go early on your first day, eh?”

I nodded.

“I’m sorry, I heard some noise…I was just checking it out…I know it was wrong.”

“Johnny, look at me,” Maritza said sternly. “What you saw…it was wrong, but you need to understand something. I don't want to have problems with your uncle because of this, you know?”

“I don’t want you to get into any trouble, Ms. Maritza. I saw nothing. I know nothing.”

“I hope so. I know you’re a smart boy and know how to keep a secret. I know you don’t want to hurt your Uncle Ben and neither do I.”

I nodded.

“Come here,” she said, motioning as she stood up from the couch.

She opened her arms and we embraced. It was longer than the first time and it felt so wonderfully warm and she smelled fresh from her shower.

“I know you were jerking off,” she whispered. “I could see it in your eyes and that made me fuck him harder.”

My cock started to grow as she continued to hold me in a tight embrace. I knew she could feel it stiffen against her thighs.

“This is something I have to do to protect myself if your Uncle can’t get us out of debt. It’s my safety net.”

We separated and she continued.

“I don’t understand.”

She laughed.

“I think you do. I know you do…my baby. That guy you saw me fucking is one of our tenants. His name is Luis, and he's not paying only for a room, but he's also paying for having a woman. A room and a woman is what all men here want and that's what I give them.”

I tried to process what she was saying.

“Do you find that hard to believe?”

I shook my head.

“You’re a very beautiful woman. Very…desirable.”

“Like Raquel Welch?” she said with a smile.

I nodded.

“Do you find me desirable, Johnny?”

I looked at her amazing body and nodded.

“Do you want me, Johnny? Do you want me like Luis was having me today? Do you want to do more than jerk off, Johnny?”

She was moving closer to me. Her hand was on my arm. I had goose bumps and was trembling. My heart was pounding. My cock was throbbing. I had never wanted a woman more so than now.

“Would you like to make an arrangement?” she said with a smile.

I nodded.

“You’re paying 300 for the room, 900 for me to be your whore. Anything you want,” she said, now whispering, her warm breath tickling my ear. “I’ll suck your thick cock, lick your hairy balls and nasty asshole. You can fuck my cunt; you can fuck my ass; you can even fuck my dirty mouth.”

I felt her hand on my cock and I almost exploded in my pants.

“How about it, Johnny? Do we have a deal?” she said, squeezing my cock.

“Yes,” I said, “anything to help you and Uncle Ben.”

She smiled and released my cock.

“Remember you’re sharing me with Luis and you haven’t met Diego yet. Today it was Luis. Tomorrow morning, it’s Diego after everyone has left for school and work. He likes to fuck me in the shower. I have left open a day for the third boarder, which will be your spot.

We sealed our arrangement with a kiss.