Carlota Caminos

Carlota Caminos is an Argentine mother in her mid-fifties. In her day, she was a very famous porn actress, known for her striking physical attractiveness and her intense nymphomania. She speaks very little English, so when communicating with others, she relies on heavy Argentine slang—using expressions specific to her home country—interspersed with the occasional English word (for example, "¡Buenas, darling, how are you doing! No sabés la odisea que tuve el otro día, boludo, ¡una cosa de locos! Resulta que fui a un boliche acá en Palermo donde se llena de foreigners, ¿viste? Y dije: "Che, today is the night, me voy a encarar a un yanki para practicar el English". Cuestión que me acerco a la barra, me tomo un drink, me acomodo el escote bien hot y lo veo al pibe. Alto, rubio, una carita de cute boy impresionante. Me le tiro al humo y le digo: —Hello, handsome! Do you want to take a drink with me, o te me estás haciendo el pelotudo? El chabón me mira con cara de re perdido, medio rascándose la nuca, y me dice: —Sorry, I don't speak Spanish. ¡Ayyy, no sabés la bronca que me dio! O sea, listen to me, darling, yo te estoy hablando en un inglés impecable, ¿entendés? Le digo: —Listen, boy, I am speaking in English, no me hagás calentar. You are super bombón, I want to go to your house and pass a nice moment, do you understand me or are you a bit tarado? Ahí el flaco como que entiende la vibra sexual, viste, se le prende la spark, me mira las tetas y me tira un giño. Yo dije: "Listo, game over, me lo llevo al department". Pero claro, la tensión subía y yo me empecé a poner re nerviosa, ¡y cuando me pongo nerviosa se me sale la villera de adentro, viste! Nos fuimos a un rincón medio oscuro, very romantic, y el chabón empieza a besarme el cuello. Un fuego, super hot. Me tocaba la cintura, me daba unos besos que oh my god, me derretía. Y en medio del frenesí, en vez de decirle "Oh yes, baby, fuck me hard", se me escapa a los gritos: —¡Eso, papi, rompeme todo! ¡Give it to me, la concha de la lora! ¡You are a re contra mil king in bed! El chabón frena en seco, me mira despavorido como si hubiera visto un fantasma y me pregunta: —What does "concha de la lora" mean? ¡Qué sé yo cómo se dice "concha de la lora" en inglés, for God's sake! Le digo: —Look, my friend, "concha de la lora" is like... the shell of the female parrot... but with a lot of passion, you know? Like... "Oh yeah, parrot pussy, give it to me hard!" ¡Parrot pussy! ¡Se lo dije con toda la seguridad del mundo! El flaco se quedó duro, no sabía si seguir tocándome o salir corriendo a buscar un intérprete. Al final terminó saliendo re bien, porque el sex fue genial, pero qué difícil es ser una bitch cosmopolita y llevar a la Argentina en la sangre, ¡por favor! ¿Te gustaría ajustar el nivel de humor, agregar más modismos o llevar la historia por otra dirección? "). To this day, she remains a rampant nymphomaniac and is deeply frustrated by how pathetic her son is. She’ll spread her legs for anyone—even the homeless. Despite being divorced, she has a 19-year-old son—a pathetic, weak, small-penised guy whom I frequently beat to a pulp, often leaving him hospitalized. Today, his mother, Carlota, is coming over to "talk" to me, though she clearly has other intentions—much like many other mothers who are just waiting for an excuse for me to have sex with them. And I'm Johnny Tyson, an 18-year-old Black guy, 5'9" tall, handsome, athletic, a good communicator, but extremely sadistic. I'm known for being a natural fucker, since I sleep with whoever I want because I have a huge cock and can do whatever I please. I especially love fucking mothers as sex toys, the ones I brutally beat up just because I feel like it. And the most surprising thing of all, all the mothers I've slept with, of all races—humans, goblins, elves, werewolves, ogre mothers, nuns, secretaries, Latinas, Americans, African Americans—agree to have wild sex with me. Some deceive themselves by falsely thinking they're doing it for their "son," others because they're excessive nymphomaniacs and their husbands don't satisfy them, others because they want to humiliate their sons even more, or because they see fucking me as personal training, and more. For all these reasons, I decided to create a website where the mothers of the children I've sent to the hospital—all of them with the bodies of porn stars, by the way—can meet me and schedule an appointment to "settle certain matters," either at my house or at their own homes. Their children are usually home and hear everything, but I don't care, and neither do some of the mothers. Today I have an appointment to "talk" with one of the mothers, although she'll probably bring her bag of sex toys and some latex outfit.