And the bag with our things on the window remained. Such a bad luck. And in the bag all the clean things. So after the bath and wear nothing. Grandma found a way out by offering us her nightgowns. They have a grandmother to and still a bit. For the whole of kin, if need is enough. Showered. Mother panties stretched, hung dry. And we in shirts like patients in a hospital of some mossy area. To me, she is two grabs, and mothers too.
Grandma, by the way, is also clearly not in size. She is somewhat thin. We ate, drank a little after the bath and with a rattan. Grandma went to her, my mother and I fell on the couch. Mother pressed her back to me
- Hug.
- Are you afraid?
- Whom?
- A gray top will come and for a flank - DAC!
With these words pinched mother. She me. I have her. And away we go. Confused so that the grandmother came out to see what was going on here. And my mother pressed me, sitting on my stomach, holding hands, pushing herself into the mouth itself. It is she who often reminds me of my childhood. The chest, he says, sucked for almost three years. That’s what it is to do now. Granny looked, shook her head, asked to feel sorry for the child, not to pin down her fat ass to death. And I, like my mother, shirts came down almost to the navel and her naked ass on my stomach crawls. Accordingly, all my household under her booty. And it so happened that she just sat down on her farm with her net.
Squeezed to the stomach, but the trunk is all one between sponges. And mom's lips are beautiful. Sinful, often considered and touched, especially when she came home slightly under the shafa. Holds my hands, she began to slide on me, just so that the device between sponges crawls. And I feel that the head often slides along the tuber of the clitoris.
Apparently it was so nice that she no longer holds my hands, moved her on her chest, rests them on me. And her open pisses all slides and slides on the member. Mama's eyes are covered, her mouth is ajar, moans are heard. I froze, do not bother. Not a boy already, tried with women. Waiting for her to finish. If mom had put a dick in herself, then I would have finished, and so ... No, it's nice, of course, just not quite what you need to finish. before, completely in his youth, he could have fired at the touch of a pussy. But not now. Finally, the mother froze, shrank somehow, slowly opened her eyes, smiled shyly
- I'm a pig? do you judge?
He pulled her to him. Silently. Started kissing, stroking. She hides her face. And I'm on the back of the eye, ass. She doesn’t seem to notice that her son’s boldly props her ass. lifted a little, releasing the member, put her hand and deftly pushed his fingers somewhere back. I sat down. And the member is fully immersed in the heat of my mother's vagina. And again closed eyes, again light moans, swaying and stirring priests from side to side. And then I took it apart. If earlier I was lying indifferent, now I began to actively back up, trying to penetrate deep into. And mother jumped faster. And here he is, apotheosis. Shot one, two, three. Then a few more times, but more quietly. Himself pressed his mother to himself, his teeth stuck in his shoulder. And in response, she left traces of her teeth on my shoulder.
Rolled off me, lay down next. lying down Both shirts are pulled up to the navel, sweaty. We are silent. Paused. mom says
- Pig, I still. But I paid you. Fool. Could not resist.
- And not a fool. And not a pig. You are the best mom in the world.
He turned to her, a whole face, shoulders. Belly began to kiss. The hand itself landed on the pubis, hair sorts, lips stroking. They are wet, sticky. And on my belly and pubis, as well as on the hips sperm accumulated. Mom's juices and my sperm - a lot has happened. A little thawed, hugs, kiss, or rather respond to kisses beginning. And soon, having thrown off his shirt and spreading his bent legs, he gave way back to his son, who drilled his mother's pussy. All the same rush to go. So it is better to immediately for one, so as not to run twice.
In the dream, her ass clung to me, and she was naked. The shirt got up again. And I have everything naked. The shirt is also higher than the navel somewhere. I tried to put my friend between the closed buttocks. Mom lifted her leg in a dream, pushed herself between her friend's legs between her legs, sending them straight into the hole, squeezing her legs.
- Sleep, do not move. Let it lie, do not pull out.
And in the morning, until they got out of bed, lying on its side behind my mother's priests, I processed her hole once. But qualitatively. And we barely had time to roll away from each other, barely had time to pull the shirts down, as soon as I had time to turn away from the wall, the grandmother came to wake up. It seems that as soon as we woke up, we indulge, lazily get up, muttering something. And Grandma is calling for food. So in shirts at the table and sat down. I tell my grandmother that I liked so much to sleep in a shirt. Yes, and walk normally. Not hot, ventilation from all sides. Granny promises me personally to sew in size. She has a piece of flax is real. Noble shirt will be. He says that before everyone in their shirts slept, no panties and pajamas.
Paul dried up, you can go. He carried his bag with his things to the veranda and painted it for the second time. Mother with the granny while in the yard order impose order. Things are shaking, erasing something. The day has passed. In the evening we went to the bath. Granny with her mother, but they left me, orphaned. I kind of pinched a joke that I was taken with me before, I remember, and now there is no one to wash the back. Granny is ready even now to take her grandson to the bath. mother seemed to be outraged
- Ma, what are you? The guy is already. Where is it with the women in the bath.
“The wound went all right and nothing.” What I did not see there. Go not blind.
- Mom, so not you, he will look.
Grandma giggled
- And let him go. Though in old age, someone will look with one eye. so what he sees there, everything has dried up. The sixth dozen comes. In my youth, I would show, but now what. And you are a mother. Why are you shy. What are you all urban steel shy. And see what, so what. That he did not see the woman. Seen, son.
- Saw, granny. And more than once.
- And how are they to you?
- Yes, anything.
- Shorkal already.
-It was.
Grandma raised her finger up
- Here, here I am talking about. Shorkal already, so why be shy. Tea will not go blind. All went all.
In the bath, everything went fine, except for a small incident. When my mother stood, leaning on the bench and arched her back, which I washed, her priest turned her on sinful thoughts and got corny. Grandma skipped it all, but said nothing. Granny, by the way, was the one more thing. The body is pretty well preserved. Here she is this body and demonstrated, not embarrassed by her grandson. She washed her pussy, crouching and spreading her legs, rubbing her ass, washing her tits. Slightly sagging, less maternal, but still quite attractive. In short, I considered everything that Grandma showed.
After the bath, they again pulled their shirts and went home. They ate, Grandma again gave out one hundred grams of the front and sent me to bed, saying that I needed to talk to my mother. I went to go, but I pricked my ears, I overheard. A grandmother persuades mother to give a child, because even in the bath he got on his mother, it means that he is not indifferent, he likes it.
Mother makes excuses that I, he said, just stood on the female body. Grandma pushes. And in the end, the mother gave up, promising that she would fall right under her son right now. Only after all a sin. And the grandmother says that there is no sin, that the priests invented all this (after all, an atheist), that this is in the order of things. In short, the mother gave up. She came, sat on the bed and shaking with laughter, barely holding back, so as not to drown out her voice, she told me the conversation.
- Ma, I heard almost everything.
Mother hurt my ear
- Piggy! Overhear women's secrets. Here I will not give and do what you want. Though jerking.
She lay down, pressing the hands with one hand, put the other on her pubis, squeezed her legs. Directly impregnable fortress. It hurts. Well, lie like that, I will do it differently. Started kissing. She squeezed her lips, does not respond. I am the neck, I started kissing the ears. The earlobes in women are sensitive. Then hangers. And when I started to kiss under the breast, I couldn’t stand it.
- What such! Go here.
Embraced by the neck, pulled to her
Mom is breastfeeding on the couch, holding her ass high. She is a classic sweetie and therefore it is best to appease her from the back side. And if you also caress the clitoris, which I now do, then you can achieve quick results. Since my grandmother allowed me, mamma does not restrain herself, announces the neighborhood with moans and shouts. And I growl from pleasure, driving the longing flesh into my mother. Not often it happens, but we ended up practically together.
- Mom, and you do not go to wash. Are you not afraid to get pregnant?
- Not afraid. I had an ectopic after you. I have a pipe bandaged.
- So what?
- And nothing. No matter how much I pour in, I’ll not carry all of this. I'm empty.
- Sorry.
- For what? What is it?
Mommy inadvertently touched her hand to the rising flesh
- Are you not calmed down?
- With you calm down. You're so groovy.
- Lie down, I'll play them a little. Once loved to kiss him, caress. That was a little one. And now, inside does not fit. Straight tears all.
- Speak up.
- No, son, really big. There is, of course, more, but that is not for women, for mares. And you are good. And strong. Mom did not notice.
- when?
- And in the bath, when you got up. You think I did not feel how you drove me on the pope. grandmother would not exist, and would insert. Would you, confess?
- Yeah, how else.
Mother pulls, podlivaet, plays with the end.
- Ma.
- What?
- And Grandma has nothing yet. I look, and her skin is not flabby. And generally speaking.
- Yeah. Tits do not hang, ass not wrinkled. Are you on the grandmother sunk. Oh, I can not! - Mother whined almost in her voice. - Not only his mother, he also wanted to scrub the grandmother.
- And did not want anything. Just said that she is still normal.
- A and prodru it if you like so.
- Ma, what are you doing? But how will grandma give me?
- And you do not ask. Hem pulled up and drove. She does not wear underwear. And the peasant to obey since childhood accustomed. will stand like a cow and podmahivat. Oh, half my life would give, see how the grandson grandmother fuck. Oh, die, I can not.
They laughed. Mommy climbed on me, started driving. Having finished and having waited for me, something has slowed down, has rolled, has nestled and we have fallen asleep. In the morning, the grandmother woke us up and said nothing to the fact that we slept naked. It feels right. Fed and work dispersed. So it went. In the evening, everyone is in the bath, then my mother and I go for a walk and sleep.
Five days later my mother's brother arrived, my uncle and part-time grandmother's son. All listed? After a couple of days and after helping my mother, I took my sister to me for a couple of days and left. In the evening, Granny and I went to the bathhouse together. Showered, ate, need to sleep. Repairs in the rooms have already been done, now they have repaired the grandmother’s bedroom. In the meantime, she moved to another room. Most likely it will remain here. The room is bigger, lighter. I lay down, turned over and went to the granny. The devils carry, although I understand that this is not good. Grandma is still awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, reading a newspaper. Literate though.
- What are you?
- Bab, I'll sleep with you.
- Small or something, was it?
- Yeah. Very small.
Well, go to the wall. I get up early.
Lay down Grandma also went down, turning off the light. She turned her back to me, pulled her legs up. She covered her ass with a blanket. And me too. I lay down and started the shirt shirt bully. She doesn't seem to sense anything. Then he asks
- Why are you doing this?
- Want you.
- What are you doing? I'm old. Where I am.
- Bab, what am I to do? Mother is not.
- Wait, take off your shirt, tear it.
She sat down, pulled off her shirt, lay down. I started tits to knead, pubis. And grandma flowed. What is she old, if still wants and can. Wow, and I gave Granny. I took it out several times so as not to end prematurely. I put it on with cancer, and put it on my side, and it’s not worth talking about the fact that I was lying on it. Grandma was finished. I'll give her a break and torture again. Himself finished, when she pleaded for mercy.
Granny in the room order suggests. that lays out, tidies up. After repair is always the case. On the bed cover spread out the beginning. And then straighten it, and so it is on the string. On the knee stood up to the wall stretches. And then a grandson from the rear. Quickly grandmother hem pulled up. Mother was right. Grandma cowards are not welcome. You can immediately squeeze pussy, which I did. She stands like a cow, does not even kick. Again the mother is right. Only allowed myself that the second foot on the bed to get up. Yes, even wider legs apart. So granny pussy began to knead, seeking moisture.
And our grandmother is one more thing: instantly soaked and backside swirled. I quickly pulled off my pants and got attached to my pussy. Several times shook, smeared the end and pulled out. grandmother seems to have sighed in frustration. Do not rush, old woman, everything will be okay. Holding the end, he began to drive his head between his lips, trying to stroke the end of the clitoris. Granny started up, you see like. Even oykat start. And booty twists.
And I drive a pussy with my head, I consider the babulin butt. And the truth is her ass is still quite normal. No wrinkles senile. Smooth and even beautiful. Not as lush as a mother's, well, so the mother herself will be more magnificent. Grandma twitched, now finish. I do not need this, I need to finish myself. We quickly grabbed the ass, after inserting your device into the pussy. Oh, and well the same old woman ends. Young can be envied. Or as in that joke: He thinks that this is the last time and he does it!
- Bah, honestly tell me, do you like it?
- But how not to like something. I'm still alive. I also want to. And then a young, hard club, exactly a stallion is hot. So I said that toko hold on. Oh, kaoy vymahal. Both on the mother and on the grandmother have enough strength. Nitsche, here's the mother will return, so fast my grandmother's post will come.
- ba, and what are you, when you give me shy when you give your mother?
- Its shit would be shy. So you do not want yourself. mother is younger. What to do with the old woman.
- Bah, and if I take turns in turn?
- Well I do not know. I have to think.
- And what is there to think. Sleep together lie down?
- Well, if you want, so together.
- Bah, I already want.
- Oh, you what. Let's go to the bathhouse first, wash ourselves.
Who would say that a grandmother with a grandson on such a topic would be talking.
Mother came with uncle. He spent the night, went home. He was with his wife. As soon as they left, did not wait for the evening, dragged my mother to our couch. Quickly pulled off her pants, did not have time for anything else, put cancer on her, or rather, she got up and went. Caught my breath.
- Did you pay your grandmother?
- Yeah.
- And how is she?
- Mom, and she is even very nothing. Clockwork. It is upset that now I will not need anyone except you. And she also wants. Mom, you know how funny she ends up. Appetizing straight.
- How should I know. No one shorked her in front of me.
- And you invite her to us, here and see.
I said this jokingly, and my mother thought about it.
- And what a thought.
In the evening, after the bath, mother and grandmother stood side by side with crustaceans, setting their backs. The grandson of the master's movement stroked their priests, crushed their pussies, inserted their fingers there. In turn brought one to the orgasm and vtoru. If only the forces had enough to continue in the same spirit. And they were getting stronger before each other than each separately. The truth later decided that it was better to take turns, like a grandson and a son will rise. And there anyone will catch.
Leave the village soon. Sorry for granny to leave one. She says that now some time and tolerate. Even for a long time. And he will wait for the grandson to try to come. At the same time and clean up something.