Alejandro Meola

Ángeles sucios

 

  Pensaba y pensaba, el pequeño. Mirando las cintas caseras de sus padres, ocultas en una caja sucia al fondo del armario, coronada por zapatos que le daban elegancia. Mirando a sus padres fornicar; a sus ángeles de la guarda perder lo angelical.

   El pequeño temblaba. Era confusa la escena, ¿se estaban lastimando o era otra muestra de amor? No quería saber la respuesta, pero de repente llegó: su padre eyaculó.


 

 

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