Wow, Tesco my mother hesitated and I looked better in photos. Hmm, even the type of mom: proportionate woman with a stylish haircut and dark hair, tanned skin and a handsome face, although the person in the photo looks much younger mom to be around 35. Similar, but thankfully not my mother.
Think confess that I was always attracted to guys much older than me. Experience and maturity seemed to be the best feminine qualities. My first mistress began friend mom Nina. She taught me all the tricks of bedding comfort. Mother, of course, had no idea about this.
But back to the profile of a Stella. Not married girl, looking for a wealthy, generous man for meetings. All clear is a whore. Habitually I scanned the picture and stared at the other. Looked at me smiling mother. I was taking photos of her in a swimsuit on the beach, and lovingly and then processed the photo in the editor. A similar attraction, like in my heart slashed with a knife. My mother is a whore! With trembling pens I scored a specified number from a mobile (well at least for the connected service CLIR), waited about two minutes while I answered a melodic female voice:
— Allow, listening.
It was not a mother.
— I would like to speak with Stella, — I muttered uncertainly.
— It is at this moment busy. Leave your coordinates, Stella we will definitely call back, I felt that Baba, govoriu to me, a studied smile. Administrator at the Agency, I realized.
I hung up and thought. Hence, the mother works in a firm specializing in the provision of sexual services, although I'm told she got a job at the cabstand Manager, hence the frequent duty at night. Why is it necessary? Like not a disaster, in order to spit on reputation, go trade body. I am a student, studying in a prestigious University and earn a living as a bartender in a nightclub. Never asked at the nurse of money and are not going to do in the future. And then I decided at the beginning not to talk to mom and convince her to quit embarrassing the work to the devil's grandmother. It was easier to start a conversation by calling her on behalf of the client, in order to catch, as they say, red-handed and she was unable to get out.
An hour later I called the Agency and learned that the mother of the free, ordered her to the hotel "Fortuna", knowing by sight, as there is always availability. Few such fools who are willing to pay the exorbitant prices the hotel. Let them think that stole from the rich Pinocchio!
I stood face to the window, back to the door when in the room timidly scratched. I tensed, but made no sign, I was faced with a difficult conversation.
— Is it possible? asked a painfully familiar voice. Oh, mother, mother, in this moment you're very surprised.
"Come inside," I said and turned around.
— Stas?
— As you can see, ' said I, contemptuously, considering the mother from the legs to the head.
She was dressed like a real girl on a call, that is good. Short skirt, fishnet stockings, top, from which fall the ripened peaches. This is my prudent mother? I couldn't believe what I see.
— How did you know? — hopelessly interested in it and sank to the edge of the bed.
— It does not matter. Why is it you... Mother?
— Son, you will not understand me — sadly she commanded, lowering his head and hiding her shameless glashenka.
— Adventure itch? And maybe say prostitution is your calling?! — I was pissed off by the kind nurse, who was sitting in front of me like a whipped dog. I almost hated her in that moment. — Oh, well!
Your mother never had a spiritual affinity. I grew up on his own, solve their own problems, trying not to burden her. The mother in turn did not climb in my life. And I never caught up, when we were finally separated from boyfriend. I moved out of her rented apartment, and every weekend she called me, so as a convenience tone to inquire how I was doing, I was on duty said that everything is great, avoiding in conversation, sharp corners. For example, last night there was a fight in the club and in my direction ran a bottle of brandy, thrown into a rage by the visitor, miraculously not breaking my sinful head. Why to upset her right? Sometimes she left to call on the weekend (well I understand why, customers and all similar), then the mother contacted me during the week and long chirped about anything, like feeling guilt in front of me.
The Son, Stas...
I winced, I hate when people call me Stas, as preschooler some. I said nothing, but clenched his fists so that he whitened his knuckles.
— I need the money. I do have a decent payback.
What? You been playing again?! Went back to the old one?
My mother's sister told me that a mother in his youth was an avid gambler and spend all the money on the game. Soon done, thanks to the bath, which I have, however, not seen.
— No! No. It is in sallom, — she hastened to assure me. — I took the money in the favor on the promotion of private fur shop. Scored product for a few thousand euros and burnt — sadly it finished.
— Who did you take money? Why am I hearing about some mythical shop only at that moment?
— Not lusted to tell you ahead of time, did not dare to jinx it, but well... — mother resignedly waved a pen. — The only way to bring money to work. My lender ordinary pimp.
— Oh My God!
How could she get into such awkward situation? I glanced on the bed and immediately imagined how my mother leans a client roughly pulls her clothes off, crawl on her sweaty body, inserts fuck, forced to do the dirty stuff... Oh no!
— Sonny sorry, a mother stood with a large pastels, approached me and held his cheek with his palm. I caught her hand and raised it to his lips. My anger vanished, vanished like smoke later shower. I want to comfort this silly girl who calls herself my mother. Her older sister aunt Shura much to tell me about his obnoxious sister Stelle, which was that even a badass like reached me. Wool boys, not yet hooked up with my dad gave birth to me. Kind of late this has taken the good, and right now again took up the old. She's 41 and I'm 21. She takes care of herself, her body, spending a lot of money on braces, fitness, peeling, and will not list all, and do not understand this.
She looks a little older than me, broad-shouldered barnesy. At this point, we looked more like two lovebirds, but not for mother and son. I looked at the wide mirror, built in wardrobe and noticed it was mom. She was concerned, looked into my face, trying to find my facial expressions with a modicum of understanding. And I did not want to think a girl who willingly sells his well-groomed body, albeit expensive. And then I podumala on what you wanted from long ago to sleep with her.
The first time I saw her naked when... I ran into the bathroom, sweaty workout later, wanting to wash away the dirt. The mother obviously did not expect to see me home at such a time, and therefore didn't bother to lock the latch in the bathroom. She rubbed the body with a towel when I walked in. A neat bust, flat tummy, a mown lawn between the legs — all this I noticed in the first second and stood, like a monument, staring at the naked mother, unable to leave. While she coolly said,
I'm still not dressed.
I could not sleep from this day on, all the while keeping a picture of a naked nurse in the head. Sometimes early in the morning I noticed the linen was semen and was horrified by the consequences. After I quietly masturbated without any remorse on naked body Stella introducing her in different poses in front of me. In my imagination, I excelled with the mother as I wanted, had it in all the cracks, cum on Tits and in mouth, see her smiling contented face with traces of my semen.
Until Nina, friend nurse. She saw my sexy eyes, furtively throwing at Stella and gave me my explanatory conversation, they say, it's wrong to want mommy, but her best friend. The woman simply laid eyes on the teenage, high (as thin as a rail) youngster. The next day was later interviewed Nina took me in his car and drove away to his dacha, to teach the pleasures of sex. Of course, I screwed up that day, almost finished she just took my penis in hand. But Nina didn't laugh and took it all for granted.
It should be noted that the student I was capable and diligent, grasp everything on the fly, and after a month Nina groaned beneath me so that the neighbors came out to nervously smoke on the balcony (we were committing adultery in their new York house). With her I felt like a sex God, no less. About Stella never meant, all my thoughts completely took Nina. Our relationship lasted 4 years, until she found another toy, a young boy as I was when we met. I recovered, did it, lived a good life, enthusiastic teenage girls at frat parties and ceased to remember both ripe girls.
And that's why the memories came flooding back with a vengeance. It's funny, and it's the same flexible and smooth? I reached up and ran his hand from the shoulder of the brush. Stella grins, and looked interested.
— So am I forgiven?
Barely.
Her face was still youthful and pretty, fragile body, but the bust does not SAG. Similar in appearance to no end from customers, decided me. I took her hand and led it under the bed, a little bit pushed so that she was on the bed with the moved apart thighs. I stood between her knees and heartfelt poglazev nurse in the face, ordered:
— I want you Stella.
I have always been tall, much higher than their peers and physical education have always led the line as the longest. If I were a small one, it is unlikely that such a woman like Nina would pay attention to me. And this minute to high growth and added muscle mass. I found myself attractive and I was sure 100% success in your enterprise. If the nurse is sleeping with different clients, it is not difficult to podmahivat and son. I was cynical, because this brought me up to it, Stella.
Stas, are you?
Foolish talk began to irritate me. I covered her mouth with her hand and with my thighs pushed her knees even wider. Skirt taut as a string, threatening to burst at the seams. I found the zipper on her and undid, with great difficulty, pulled her, spread on top, get rid of him. Stella stayed in some pantyhose, which were not cowards. I clearly saw the triangle of hair beneath the thin nylon! Ah Yes, the mother does not wear underwear to meetings with clients. Now, it's even easier! I took tights to his knees and ran his hand over the pubis, trying to touch the soft locks of hair. Stella breathed heavily and not courageous to raise me eyes. I could bet she was embarrassed that she was aroused by caressing her own son.
I hurriedly pulled the white shirt (even dressed for a human), fearing that she changes her mind and balked. Instantly got rid of the pants and sat down next to her. My panties were already sticking out the hill on which the mother looked bemused curiosity. Yes, once she was washing the penis 20 years ago, and what the grown process of the intent to enter her forbidden slit. Nina has long been gently persuaded me that this forbidden gap, and I barely put up with this taboo, but as you know, forbidden fruit is sweet and well my time had come. I parted her sex lips and greeted the clitoris. My salute crack nurse running down a stream, smeared my fingers in teplem juice. Yes, she wants me, not less than I!
Stella she pulled me in tight. I kissed her neck and pressed my penis to her belly, giving a relish to feel the size and power of his pisul. Mother squirmed and appreciated me. Her hands pulled my boxers down and then warm cock touched her tummy, no tissues, no extra well already, huh? Stella spread her legs and raised her ass up, wanting as soon as possible enjoy on your penis. But she couldn't help it. Then she grabbed his pen and pointed to the entrance to the vagina pussy. Chuvstvoval calling the flesh, I made her stop, causing the nurse to moan and shudder. She grabbed my buttocks with your nails and distracted to move, pushing yourself. But I wished a severe EBA, not for mothering because here caused it. I threw her legs on his shoulders, he sat, and what could make ramasitele traffic and treacherous to get to the full depth. I watched as my penis disappears in the lush bosom of the nurse appears and from there, see the head smeared my mom's secretions. It trickled down as the last bitch.
How do I plant this situation! Even the fact that she closed glashenka was not a problem for me. I continued to hammer away pliable slit, burning with desire to penetrate her other holes. Deciding to scout out the situation, I came out of her slit completely messed up and the type of the pussy, put the head to her ass. I think she rebelled? Nothing, Stella spread her handles, buttocks, helping me to enter her ass. Slowly, as I taught I was the entry on the depth, has not yet entered completely and gave me some time to get used to it, relax and slowly began to move. Mother as mad, frowned, shook his head, incoherently murmured something ( I'm not to proslushivanii), and later even began to shout loudly: "Oh Yes, more, harder, deeper, fuck!".
It came to me that mom made up to standard and decided to ease her task, her finger found the Clit and rubbed it. Stella all trotted off that I even penis experienced the vibration in the lips. It was not imitated powerful screaming orgasm. I was proud of myself and could not resist, too, began to pour out of the anus ass nurse. My powerful orgasm was no less splendid and magnificent. I stupidly lay on it while the penis itself does not is the dopal ass, along with sticky drops of my sperm. We lay in each other's arms, unable to make small talk. Yes, and I was not ready for an explanation. Even half-heartedly pretended to be asleep when mother slipped out of my arms and marched to the bathroom. Didn't react and when she got out of the room, quietly slamming the door (I hesitate to Wake me, caring). Not trying to imply that she moved to another customer, I tuned out really.
The first thing when I woke up, I remembered my dream. I shoved mom! New environment challenged me to think about: where am I? Oh, it was not a dream. Stella was here and left, pumped my semen. The soul is instantly warmed up, I was ready to dig the nose in order to get loads of euros and pay off my mom's debt. It does not hurt that I was willing to share her with other men. I left the hotel and went to work. Someone spoke, bridging about the money. Early in the morning as always went home and fell asleep and woke up because someone pulls my penis. I curled home? Who is this stranger?
I opened glashenka and noticed quietly combed the head nurse, who diligently moved up and down nariva mouth on my cock. No shit! What kind of harassment in the early morning? Why not heard a Bang the front door? Instead, in order to rebel, again, I closed eyes as if asleep, let him licks on.
No, this will not work, think to see with your own eyes that the blow does exactly Stella. My hand pressed her head, slightly crushed, aligning the neck to the dick completely. The nurse coughed, but licking is not stopped. You see, with customers not lucky night and the girl was left hungry. Now is always ready to help the needy! I honestly plesnul sperm down her throat and leaned in helplessness on the pillow. This is probably the most beautiful morning in my life. I stared at the green trees outside the window and listened to the birds singing, and my dick was diligently licking the mother of late ejaculation. It is worth living. Styles I suddenly realized that the morning will not be such lovely, if I do not fuck her.
I bend Stella under him and fumbled with the handles on the body. She came to me (she had the keys to my house) to some kind of translucent combination and, of course, no panties. During Maman despises underwear, as a class. Hole oozing moisture and gratefully accepted the 2 fingers, fun prichmoknuv. Even though I had finished a few minutes ago, again my cock stood stake. The mother waited and fidgeted when I get into it, and I'm not in a hurry, pulled up the nightie to the bust and kissed her nipple, which immediately hardened like a stone. I took the penis in her wet twat and enjoyed the sufferings that were experienced by the Stella. She barely growled, craving the pisul. It gave me real pleasure, I played with her, forcing the head inside, you again would get.
Mother could not stand it and threw me on his back and saddled like a horse. When my cock was in her crack, then he rushed into a headlong gallop, a fucking nympho. Made my mother instantly, but rapidly, apparently my game is so tight it challenged: a little bit scratching my Boobs and convulsive, and then went limp, but not down from the fuck, and I slowly continued fucking her. She was lying on top of me limp and bag such a scenario does not suit me. The power I placed it on my knees and entered the crack in the back. Stella gasped and began to vilate me finally waking up soon orgasm strong. I have not finished yet and not even intended, wanting to prolong the pleasure of owning a mother. And wasn't even intending to push her butt this time, but my mother sent out of the squelching pussy of the trunk on his ass. Of course, it followed from chocolate sex.
The elastic muscles of the anus squeezed my penis, it was tight and warm. I fucked mom in the ass, and she rubbed her Clit and Legnica whines until he tensed like a spring. At this point, cumming, and realized I quickened my pace in order to finish up with her at the same time. This time I did not finish inside, and pulled out his penis and began to pour on the white buttocks, watching as a trickle of semen dripping down his thighs. I don't want to come unstuck from Stella, I held her buttocks and sent the sperm head fuck in the ass. It flowed back, and once again I have stuck a dick. Later, it was tired and I lay down next to the mother, each further conversation. What she was thinking to tell me something important, I do not doubt.
— Stas, I will say instantly, will not keep. I'm getting gay married and go to another country.
— Here is how? And who is he?
— He's Italian. Met at work. Arrived on a call, he fell in love with Russian, lost his head, and when he learned why I'm a prostitute, coated the favor and bought me the master. Today made me an offer. Like in the film. Not thirsty, so you mad at me, so I came. You know, you're a smart son.
I was shocked silent. Not even said that he had found for her money. Why? They well she doesn't need her African passion.
— I don't want to order?
— I enjoyed it, mum, ' I replied lightly, a little deliberation. — Well and Godspeed, don't forget it son! — I winked at her and, happily whistling a tune, scratched into the bathroom!