Sex Stories The story of my debauchery. Mom and others

one.

At first I did not think about writing about it, but on one porn we discussed this piquant topic and my interlocutor, apparently impressed with my stories, advised me to write everything as it was, with feelings, emotions. Said maybe cool. Well, here I try.

According to statistics that I found on the Internet (I don’t know how accurate it is), approximately 6% of families are engaged in incest, and the connection between the son and the mother is not uncommon. But earlier this topic was not interesting for me, but I will start all over again ...

I was born in an ordinary family, my mother worked as a financier, and my father worked as an engineer at a construction site. Until my 11 years we lived as an ordinary family, as it seemed to me. Then my father fell in love with another and went with her to live in Krasnodar. I can not say what was wrong, maybe it was more beautiful or something. My mother and I stayed with his parents in the city of Shakhty. Of course, the grandmother and grandfather took care of us as best they could, but my mom found another job and we moved with her to the city of Rostov-on-Don. I don’t know how much this work was better or worse, but in the housing plan it became closer, we didn’t have enough money, so she rented a room in the North. We lived with the mistress, a good woman who, apparently, having felt her own soul in mother, took care of her and of me. We had a separate room with our mother, we slept with her on the same bed, which in fact didn’t disturb us, because at home I didn’t often sleep with her. Neither her nor me was embarrassed by the fact that she slept in a nightie on a naked body, did not hide herself when she was dressing, did not make me turn away, but simply stood with my back to me. I was not excited by the sight of my mother’s bare breasts, or her ass. I will say more that I did not even find her attractive. Very thin, hanging chest 2, dark long hair, which made her even older, a little makeup and not bright clothes. They are said to have passed by, and no one will remember. I do not even know what my father found in her, but it is obvious that he found this one, because she did not have any gentlemen at all. Even when they were sleeping and her nightie was bullying, and she, hugging me, pressed pubic hair to me, I didn’t have any emotions.

So we lived with her in the apartment for about a year, she went to work, I went to school and in the section, in the evening we dined, swam and went to bed, in the morning she was wearing a nightie, putting on her underwear and going on a new day. Probably everything would be the same further, but the starting point (as I think) was the New Year holidays. We celebrated the New Year with my mother's parents, and went to the Rostov number of the 3rd, walked around New Year's Rostov and returned to the apartment happy and happy. We went to bed, and in the morning I was impatient in the toilet, I, getting out of bed, threw back the blanket, my mother was lying on her back, putting her hand to her eyes, but my eyes rested on the bottom of her stomach. Where I used to see thick curls of hair - she was shaved, and my gaze showed off the top of her pussy, or rather, almost half the slits. This was my first time when I saw her. Previously, I did not think that hair was hidden there, although the Internet was at hand, but there was no such interest. The desire to consider was suppressed by the danger of getting caught. I got up and went to the toilet. When he returned. She was already lying on her side, I lay down next to her and she hugged me. It is clear that I could not sleep, but there was no rush of energy. Rather, I was shocked by what I saw. I did not understand why to shave my hair there, especially, why she did it right now, at the same time I was torn apart by curiosity and a desire to see again and examine, but this time it was not destined. When she woke up, she turned her back to me as usual, put on a robe and went to make breakfast. Even sitting in the kitchen, some strange feeling of a certain secret did not leave me, and it grew along with a sense of resentment, the origin of which I could not understand. On the one hand, I understood that my mother is an adult woman and she is free to behave as she wants, without asking permission, but on the other hand, I got used to curls on her pubic hair, but here everything has changed radically and the reason is not clear to me. Here she was sitting across from me, stretching her legs under her chest, the same as before, but this one, but not this one, I clearly understood that under the dressing gown below the belt she had changed, now there she is new or something. And for some reason this thought gave me no peace. I could not understand why these changes.

Probably, these torments brought me to the Internet. Hiding in the toilet, I flipped through the pages of the World Wide Web, examining the female pussy from all angles. I will not hide that it excited me very much, and I was chasing my penis with my hand. Looking through the next picture, I came across a pussy photo from about the same angle that I saw. And by itself, somehow a picture of that morning appeared in my head, and I immediately finished it. I even felt myself blushing from the realization that I had finished not on the picture. I was even ashamed to leave the toilet, it seemed that mom would know by one look, but fortunately she is not clairvoyant. The new 12th year of my life was shrouded in masturbation and porn sites. And I rarely clicked on the links where there were adult women and gradually got hooked on the topic of incest. What I read seemed to me a delusion and fantasy, because my brain could not imagine what this could be. Now I understand that this is all written fantasies, but then I continued to wander around the network, reading everything that is. What I read, or rather, some moments someone had a fantasy, and I had it here, next: my mother, sleeping with me in a nightie without clothes, her naked chest and butt, I hugging her and snuggling up to her, she sleeping throwing foot on me. For many, it was like a signal for action, but I was not even excited by this piquant moment. From the time I began to catch myself thinking that I wanted not only to see her pussy like an anus. I saw a photo of anal sex, I read about it on the same sites, but it seemed to me that it was ... very bad, perhaps, that after it there would be a big hole. At that moment I was not conscious, but I wanted to see my mother's and make sure that she did not deal with them. Of course it is ridiculous now, but then it seemed to me that it is depraved and dirty, and certainly mine also looks at it. But I did not see how it was possible. Now I woke up earlier to see her nightie in the back and hold her gaze before the morning masturbation. I will not lie, the picture has not changed from day to day, most often she slept on her side, turned away from me and I only saw her buttocks, although this was enough for me to finish in my imagination as a father (I don’t know why then another man, namely he) takes her by the buttocks and enters her with a cancer pose, I was even clearly given how his hands first held her ass, and then slid over her and squeezed her chest. At this time, my pants were stretched, and even sometimes I took out a member and looked at how he looked against her priests. Then he ran to the toilet and drove him to these fantasies. These winter observations of me on weekends did not give me rest, I was looking forward to spring and summer, when the sun rose earlier, and I could see it every day (just in the morning when we got up the room was still dark, but on the weekend could sleep up to 10 hours).

2

Spring came and, as it should be, changed life. The fact is that living in one area, and working in another is very difficult in a large city. That's exactly what my grandparents thought. By the way, even after the parents divorced between them and my mom, a very good relationship remained. Therefore, my grandmothers and grandfathers, having conferred, podnuzhnuyas a little and bought a quarter to us in the West with my mother. In principle, the sleeping area, mixed with the private sector is quite calm and quiet. Our quarters certainly not the ultimate dream, but nevertheless better than the room that we rented. Although in the beginning it caused me some concerns. The fact is that there were two rooms along the bath, kitchen and corridors. This meant that we would sleep in different rooms, I, of course, understood that all of life, we would not sleep like that, but did not want to hurry. Saved by the fact that my mother wanted to make repairs. And so what is repair and how long it lasts to all known. We settled in the bedroom, but the mother decided to repair the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom, and so to speak with a proletarian scale: the wall between the kitchen and the hall disappeared, as did the door to the bathroom, which gave me a new round of, so to speak, intimate adventures. We continued to sleep in the same bed, nothing has changed, but the curtain that replaces the bathroom door (which seemed to be a bit smaller) gave us new possibilities.

Previously, I had never been able to spy on my mom, because the mistress was always at home, and here only she and I. The only problem was not to get caught, but I solved it easily. At the time when the mother was leaving for the bath, I turned on the music and the noise from the footsteps was not audible at all. Turned off the light in the hall, made me not visible from the light-filled bath. The small gap between the curtain and the wall gave me a great view. I still delirious the same thought - to see her anus. Already understood that he stretches and shrinks and seemingly will not understand whether she is engaged in or anal sex or not, but the desire to see was insane. Every evening, when the house filled the sound of music, I sneaked up to the bathroom and watched as she rubs herself, looked at her sagging breasts, at her buttocks, at the pubis, at how water flows through her. It is clear that the member was a stake, but there was a special moment when she put herself in order. It was every Wednesday and Sunday. In her hands, a machine appeared and at first the hair was removed from under the arms and legs, and then there was the most valid moment - she sat down on the crouches in the pan (we did not have a full bath, but there was a strange man-made hybrid - either a bathroom with low edges, either a darling tray with a high one, but we didn’t use it as a bath, as we washed in the shower). The side height was a little more than 20 cm, which allowed seeing everything. And so she sat on the crouches, and given the location, it could be done only by facing me, spreading my legs and my eyes rested on a slightly overgrown pubis, which she diligently spread with shaving foam, and then gently shaved with a machine, after which I opened her pussy apart: small external labia, opening a little longer hanging internal. At this time, I started to stroke my dick through shorts, for some reason imagining how her pussy was covered with a palm (I can’t say exactly whose hand was in my ideas, but now I’m more inclined that mine). But what happened next is a brain explosion. She took a small oval mirror standing in our bathroom, put it under herself and smeared with foam between her buttocks. I could not see the reflection, but she looked into it when she shaved herself there. Most often at this time I finished my hand and tried to leave faster, because just after I finished, I felt ashamed, my cheeks were burning and all the erotic vulgarity was lost, and she had to be replaced by remorse and shame. If I didn’t finish, I watched to the end how the foam was washed off, how the gel rubbed shaved places and washes them with a shower. I don’t know if my fantasies were played at such moments or it was true, but several times it seemed to me that she inserts a finger in her ass. This gave rise to double feelings in me - on the one hand it was wildly exciting, but on the other ... I still felt somehow unpleasant to think that the mother had anal sex, although I immediately tried to justify it, that the finger was not a member ...

So my evening of secret peeping turned into a night in which we slept beside - she was in a nightgown without underwear, I was in shorts. I didn’t burn with an erection then, because I had time to finish it while prying, although I caught myself thinking that it would be nice to put my hand on her butt on the ass, and maybe on the pubis, but ... but the danger of losing that there was great and therefore it remained only in my fantasies. As the opportunity to see her anus. Spring gave way to summer, and my days were like one, and this could not but make me happy. The only thing that saddened me was that I had no one to share my adventures with. Of course, I had friends, but they would hardly appreciate my behavior, and just to tell, we won’t get food for fantasies in return was not interesting. I knew perfectly well that even if someone has something like that (which I doubted very much) they will never tell me about it. From these thoughts, another crazy idea was born in my head - to find at least some evidence among my friends that they have their own little family intimate secret. While visiting them, I tried to notice any intimate details with their moms that give reason to think so. But my experience was not great, so it was almost impossible to disassemble which of them was in the underwear and who was not, the maximum that was enough for me to understand in a bra or not. But even this did not give any special food for fantasies, either they were always wearing it, or they were specially dressed for my arrival, although they were more inclined to the first version. Forbidden dreams to see something melted like ice in the sun, and the sun itself mercilessly warmed the earth. Fearing to get caught at home for masturbation, I increasingly drove a member in the summer shower, which led me to another thought of genius, in my opinion, a neighbor’s soul. But after examining the territory carefully, I realized that only we have a summer shower, which drove me into anguish. And so not particularly developing intimate, my life has become a dead end. Therefore, an invitation to visit my father was perceived by me positively and in early July I went to him in Krasnodar.

He lives in the private sector, has a large (well, by the standards of our apartment with his mother) a house. He met me and his wife, as always, welcomed me, my younger brothers were also happy to see me, and so the whole month was full of fun for me, fun and diverse. But all this was so to say the usual part of life, but the thought of my intimate adventure there at home did not leave me. And it became for me as an obsession, for some reason I wanted to go back and I already counted the days until the beginning of August, when I returned back to Rostov. And on the last day of my visit to my father, life teased me so that I would have lingered there for another month, if my will. Having eaten the evening of grapes, naturally not washed, my stomach twisted at night. Trying not to wake anyone, I went to the toilet and, opening the door, at the entrance I ran into Dasha (father's wife). She was just leaving the toilet and was completely naked. Strangely enough, she didn’t bother me too much, even asking something about grapes that were not washed and if I needed tablets, I said no, and she went back to the bedroom. It was even less than half a minute, but gave me memories for long acts of masturbation. She is generally more beautiful than her mother, maybe even a little younger, her breasts are slightly larger, although just like mine hangs, there is a small tummy, big hips and buttocks, but I was disturbed by something else. On her pubis was a vertical strip of hair, painted in a bright red color. This strip has sunk into my memory, probably even more than something else.

I do not know whether Dasha told her father about our nightly meeting or not, but in the morning, and on the way to the station, there was not even a hint of this memory.

I was glad to return to Rostov, to my, so to speak everyday life. Eagerly waiting for the evening, I, as always, looked at how the mother bathed, while driving her dick and for some reason compared her with Dasha. Not even what he was comparing, but probably wanted to see her also some cool pubic hair. Then there was a night, a morning with a nightie tucking up and a mother’s naked ass. Then there was September, the new school year, training, friends and all the same round of my intimate adventures.

The next stage coincided with the first snow - the first week of November, the first Sunday day. The morning began, as always, with the contemplation of the bare priests of the mother, the rapid onanism in the toilet and back to bed, where I fell asleep again. I woke up from the fact that the mother was no longer lying nearby, but was sitting on the bed, dialing something in the telephone. I lay on my stomach and looked at her thin back, at the nightie hanging on her and thought that the beautiful nightie and lingerie is correct only in the pictures, and at home they all wear ordinary bag-like cotton ones. At that moment, the mother dropped the phone on the floor and, with the words that it was customary on the television screen to score with the sound "pi", bent over him. No, not even that; she had to stand up and then bend down. The already short nightie hovered and my eyes were introduced to the spreading buttocks, between which a brown-pink speck “looked” at me her anus, below which her lips opened ajar, revealing the entrance to the vagina. I already froze. It was just a moment, but so close (I could even reach out with my hand) I had not yet seen. She got up, took off her nightie, once again demonstrated a skinny ass, and threw a robe-kimono straight on his naked body. Lying on the bed, having buried my dick in the mattress, I recalled this look, and realized one more thing - now, when we began to live together, over the weekend she went completely naked under a bathrobe and T-shirt.

I realized that for our family it became the norm that for many it is just a fantasy: I am almost 13 years old boy, who is in full swing of puberty, awareness of new relationships between men and women, I live because I have not dreamed a lot. I understood that now I really have a more interesting life in this regard than my peers, whose ultimate dream is to slap a classmate on the ass or masturbate to secretly stolen maternal panties. Thinking about it, I understood how limited their homes are in this regard. Here is our lingerie mixed up, and for me it was not a problem or a secret to get my mother's underwear, to be honest, they didn’t even interest me, I could contemplate every night my mother’s naked body, and every three or four days that others could only dreaming - mother's intimate shaving, moreover, every night she slept with me on the same bed, dressed only in one short nightie, every morning (most often on weekends, because on other days she got up earlier, and I still slept ) I could admire her booty, which opened up my battered nightie. And my days off were trying to look under the hem of her robe, although, to be honest, I often saw only part of my butt and only a glimpse.

3

Actually, my whole life from November to February proceeded in the same way, but in February I understood the meaning of the proverb “there would be no happiness, but misfortune would help.” Returning home, the mother slipped on the ice and strongly pulled the muscles on his back. At the hospital with this do not go, but it is necessary to treat. And the only treatment is massage. But since there was no time and money for a massage, I was the only masseur ...

As it should be, she washed her, I quickly drove my dick and went to bed. She came in and, without turning on the light (although there was no point in this, because the light from the street lamps illuminated our room well), she handed me a tube, saying that I would rub her back. After that, she took off her robe, remaining completely naked in front of me, lay down on the bed, pulling the blanket so that it would only cover the ass. I sat down beside me and, after squeezing the cream on her back, began to gently massage. The muscles, which were not yet warmed up, gave off pain, so my mother moaned a little, which made me stand up. I did her massage and for each moan imagined how a member goes to her. From such thoughts, I did not even notice how the 20 minutes of massage passed. I was stopped by my mother, saying that you should wash your hands of the ointment in order not to get in your eyes. I went to the toilet, where of course I pulled, changed my underpants, on which there was a huge wet spot during the massage, and came back. Diving under the blanket, I found that my mother did not wear a nightie and was lying, or rather sleeping, completely naked. Having covered myself with a blanket, I lay down next to each other, and as usual, after a while she lay on her side, her back to me, and I hugged her, putting my hand on my stomach. I lay and could not sleep, I was not given all this peace. I’m not hugging her like this for the first time, but before that there was a nightie between my arm and her stomach ... Well, I fell asleep, I slept in fragments, and my mother was spinning, moaning. Closer to the morning, she slipped lower and my hand was no longer on my stomach, but was pressed to her chest, and it turned out that I even held her in my palm. Needless to say, this was the first time I held my mother’s chest in my hand. It is difficult to describe all the feelings and emotions - her chest could easily fit into my hand, even the place remained, I could not squeeze it, but gently fingered my fingers ... soft, warm and tender to the touch ... I got up and I put my mother in their back . I myself was frightened of this and quickly turned over on my stomach. A few minutes later the alarm went off and I pretended to be asleep. Mother reached for the phone, turned it off and, after lying for a couple more minutes, turned to me ... I “slept” like a dead man, she stroked my head, smacked my nose and got up. I looked at her with my narrowed eye and realized that now I would pierce the mattress. She walked to the window without dressing, and I looked at her ass - a small, flat, but very sexy ... turning around, she grabbed a robe and threw on herself, without becoming a belt tie. My eyes rested on her pubis with barely noticeable hair bristles, on the folds of her lips, more precisely on the upper part ... she went into the bath, and I put my hand in my underpants. Our massages lasted almost two weeks, and each time I tried, as it were, inadvertently to move the blanket just below and admire her ass. She did not resist, although it was impossible to consider something, but the very awareness of what was going on excited madly.

Then my back went away, but every Saturday evening I continued to do a massage and if she did not get up after him in the bath, she would fall asleep naked and quite often hugged me or threw my legs on me, pressing her pussy against my thigh. In the morning I either tried to get up earlier, if she slept on her back, so that she could catch a glimpse of her pussy, or waited for her to get up and start dressing.

That's how I 13 year old guy that is called "hooked on the topic." It was my secret intimate life, which did not promise to be interesting and the continuation, but did not become more secret. The constant desire to learn something new made me sit for hours on thematic sites on the Internet. And at one point, I clearly realized that the mother is a living woman with the same needs and desires, but after work does not linger on the weekend with me, but she needs sex. And I have never seen her satisfy himself. And it put me in a stupor. On the websites they wrote that they were looking at my mom menstruating in the bathroom or in the bedroom, but we sleep together, and I have never seen it in the bathroom. The only thing that occurred to me was that my mother was frigid (I also read about this on the net). Having come from school earlier than usual, I began to search through everything in the house to find at least something intimate. And in our bedroom, in the closet on the shelf under the bedding, right next to the wall I found what answered many questions at once. Anal-vaginal phaloimmiter and gel for anal sex (one third empty tube). Now the thought that my mother's ass is not a virgin, at least a toy there, or even someone's member, clearly subsided in my mind. Now it has become a mystery to me when it all happens. The only time when she was at home herself was my training, or rather one, which took place after 6 pm on Wednesday.

Probably not worth explaining how I waited on Wednesday and that no training was important to me. Hiding in the yard of the house, I waited for my mother to return home. She always returned at about the same time, and so it was this time. At about 5.30 pm she returned home, and I immediately crawled under the windows. The beginning was super - in our bedroom she undressed before the goal, threw on her robe only and left, and then I had to wait, probably for an hour while she cooked to eat, eat, then there was coffee, talk on the phone. Already closer to seven in the evening she went to the closet and when the door closed, I saw the cherished tube and toy in her hands. Panties and pants immediately stretched, but with all this she went into the bath, where we have windows, unfortunately, no. I just had to sit and imagine how the toy uses both its holes. She returned after 20 minutes and, having hidden the toys back, again went to the kitchen. Looking ahead, I will say that all subsequent attempts to see this in our room were not crowned with success. I do not even know why it was there, well, the main thing that happened.

With the end of the school year ended and repairs in our house. Now I was sleeping in the hall, and my mother was in the bedroom, and this could not help but disappoint me. All my “adventures” remained in the past, although our life did not undergo any other changes (I also watched her, she also went without clothes), emotions were somehow not enough. Although it is necessary to note the plus in the fact that now she was sleeping naked, and since we decided not to put the doors, then on the weekends in the morning I had a chance to see her naked. What I used. Unfortunately, she did not sleep, legs apart, and her pussy was almost invisible to me, but I could admire the breasts and the booty.

In the middle of summer, one weekend, before going to bed, my mother put her eyebrows in order, sitting on my couch, holding a mirror in her lap. Her phone was lying next to me, I watched the movie and didn’t pay special attention to it without noticing the phone, I pushed it with my foot to the floor. Mother, not looking up from my occupation, told me to pick it up. I was too lazy to get up, and I tried to lift him with my foot and drove him under the sofa. Mother shouted at me, and I slid to the edge of the couch to get him. Reaching for him, I turned my head. Right in front of my face, my mother's legs were spread apart, with a shaved pussy, slightly ajar to the bottom, with dark pink, much darker than the skin of the labia. He could not watch for a long time, so he quickly sat back on the sofa. I was haunted by the thought of the color of the skin there. Before that, it was all the usual color, and then a strange dark one (later I understand that before and after the menstrual period, her lips of the genital lips always change, but at that time I did not understand this). Strange excitement remained at my level with excitement. It was even hard to describe why I worry, I didn’t even have a strong erection, but, still reassuring myself with the thought that if something was not right, she would be worried and she would be calm, everything is fine. Turning off the TV, I switched to the phone, and a little later my mother went to bed. Already lying in bed, she shouted to me that I took vodka and rubbed her legs, because she had hands in the cream. Without taking my eyes off the phone, I picked up a bottle of vodka and followed her into the bedroom, still looking at the phone. She lay almost covered her neck with a sheet, I sat down next to her and put the phone on her bed, she, pulling the edge of the sheet just above her knees, gave me legs. I rubbed one leg with vodka, and she threw it over me, it turned out that I was sitting between her legs, but the darkness in the house made this piquant situation completely harmless, if I had not received a message on the phone, which also lay between her legs . The light from the phone screen lit her pussy for a moment, and she and I were confused: I was looking at the phone, well, right in the direction was her pussy lit, and my mother was looking at me. Then she sharply pressed the sheet to the crotch, not forgetting to tell me about the phone. Already lying on the couch, I, pulling down the pants, drove a member, remembering it.

Then there was a lull, not even a lull, but I kept on looking, but I didn’t see anything new until the very end of August, when I saw in the mirror on my mother’s nightstand in the room that she was going to work (no longer in a very warm month) put on stockings, but did not wear underpants under her skirt. At that moment, apparently, I got up too noisy, and she sharply pulled her skirt up and went out into the hall. I sat on the couch, and did not want to get up, or rather did not want to show her a dick standing. She spent another 10 minutes trying to lure me to the kitchen for breakfast or to the bathroom to wash her face, but I was too lazy and, in the end, she went to work. Seen me not that shocked, but gave some piquancy. Having decided to go into onanism before breakfast, I began to look for wet wipes, but they never met my eyes. As it turned out, she lay on the coffee table in the mother's room. I don’t know why and how such a thought occurred to me, but I threw the pillows on her bed and my already familiar anal-vaginal friend of the mother, a tube of gel and a pile of already dried napkins appeared to my eyes. In my imagination, the picture was played out, like a mother, having covered her mouth with her hand, enters this toy in herself, as her pussy and butt open up for her to meet. Excitement lightning slipped, and I finished right on the bed. Immediately frightened of something incomprehensible, I grabbed new wipes and began to wipe. Having cleaned the "crime scene", I began to pick up my mother’s napkins, hold it to my nose, but I could only smell green tea coming from the napkins.

At the beginning of the new school year, the mother unexpectedly took leave and she, asking me back from school, decided to go to Anapa to visit her elder sister. To go to school, and even to go to the sea was the best that you can think of. Mom's sister - Tamara (did not allow to call her aunt and address you, only by name and you) is older than mom (and not at all like mom, mom was very similar to her father, and Tamara to mother, if you don’t know sisters, then no one would have guessed) for three years, living within walking distance from the sea, her son Vitalik is my same age, funny and funny guy. Therefore, being on the sea was doubly fun. The first couple of days were dinners, walks, childhood memories, etc. Already on the third day, Vitalka and I were allowed to go to the sea ourselves and do what I wanted all day. Therefore, until the end of the week we practically did not get out of the sea. On Sunday, he, taking the marine binoculars from the house, pulled me to the very edge of the city, more precisely its marine extremity. He called this part the dunes. But the peculiarity of this place was not in the sands and the sea, but in the fact that nudists, both singles and even groups, were sunbathing here. I have never seen so many naked bodies. I almost could not tear myself away from binoculars, considering female breasts different in size and shape, butts and, of course, pussies were very popular. Completely different, they were so abundant, and the binoculars made it possible to bring them closer so that it was as if you could reach out and reach out. And shaved bald, and with a hairstyle, and not shaved, painted in different colors, with large lips, and with hanging small lips, with piercings and even with tattoos. Our day was spent in a secluded place, in watching it. Already late in the evening, sitting with Vitalka at the end of their courtyard, he asked about my impressions and I, fascinated by the expression of my delight, let out what I had already seen. To which Vitalka immediately asked a very irrelevant question: did the mother have something? I stopped, started babbling, but he laughed and called me into the house. There, closing the door in my room, turned on the laptop and said that he would show me something in secret. In the hidden folders, he opened the photo, saying that he had thrown them off the fotik of their parents. From what he saw my cock stood on end. On the first photo were the very same dunes, against which Tamara posed, wearing sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat. Actually it was all her clothes. She posed for the photographer, obviously not hesitating, and it is unlikely the first time. I looked at her body and for some reason tried to find common features with my mother, but unlike her mother, Tamara’s chest had more, though not much, fuller and not so heavily hung, her nipples were even somehow defiantly upturned. top, small tummy hanging over the lush pubis. In the second photo, she is already at sea, from the back only the butt is visible, the large one, most likely not elastic. Then a few more pictures of her in the sea and on the surf line, or just sunbathing. Then Vitalik slowed down the photo, telling me to tell me about my own, then there will be the clearest photo. My excitement was already going off scale, so I didn’t even hesitate a lot when I told what I was looking at and what I saw. His pants were also stretched from my story, and when I finished, he turned the photo over. On it, Tamara was already lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, lifting them and holding her hands. Close-up was her pussy, plump, with full lips and protruding small, very close to her is the hole of the anus, and much closer than my mother (then I learned that this close location is called sipovka). We both had members with a stake, but everyone was afraid to turn them around, so Vitalik turned off the laptop and we went outside again. There he revealed another secret to me - every Monday his mother goes to these dunes and the next day we have the opportunity to peep.

The next morning, having said that we were going to visit Vitalik’s friend for the whole day, we left the house. At one of his acquaintances Vitalik took the second binoculars and we immediately rushed to the dunes. There were no people here at all, but it is understandable, the work is in full swing, a lot of people have a rest and residents of coastal cities are not up to the sea, well, and the guests don't really know this place. Vitalka was not mistaken, Tamara and my mother came closer to 11.00. I think it is not necessary to explain who considered whom. Both naked women 2 hours basked in the sun and sea waves. See how the photo of all of course did not work, but plenty of admired their bare butts, breasts and even lighted just a couple of times, pussies. We returned home almost in the evening, full of impressions from what he saw. I decided to tell Vitalka all my “adventures” and therefore, although we went to bed early, we fell asleep already late at night. As expected, he could not believe that we were sleeping together, and she was without linen, that in the morning I not only saw her butt, but also could cuddle up to her, that she was giving me a naked massage. He constantly asked again, clarified something and eventually believed in it. But I believed about toys right away, because I found that year even with my own, as he said, “more than any peasant will have.” He also said that he sometimes hears parents fucking, he sees how then his mother goes to wash naked, even once she saw how she was on top of her father. In general, we spent the night in full revelation. Having rested for three more days, my mother and I returned home to our normal daily life.

She had another week of vacation, but I went to school. In the mornings, I tried not to wake her up, got up quietly before and looked at her sleeping naked, then worked in an onanism in the toilet and went to school, thinking in class that she was alone at home, most likely lying on the bed, holding in her hands with a toy, lubricates it with gel and injects it, and then quickly drives it, not holding back moans, cums, then just goes to the shower in the same way, also drinks coffee and does household chores, putting on a T-shirt only for my arrival. I do not know if this was true or not, but I really wanted it.

In general, until the new year, nothing in our lives has changed. More precisely, and after the new year, nothing much has changed, but in February my mother had an erection for the first time. It happened when we watched a movie with her in the evening and so there was a sex scene in the “cancer” position and I somehow involuntarily imagined how my mother is in this position and I got a member, and since I was only in shorts, my mother saw it too. The first time I blushed so much and I felt very ashamed. She, too, quickly looked away, and after a couple of days we had a not very long and not particularly pleasant conversation about puberty. I was very afraid that now my mother would hide from me, start wearing lingerie and so on. But I was lucky and her behavior did not change, on the contrary, we began to somehow touch on these topics, well, not straight sex, but relations between people, she became interested in whether I like someone and everything like that. Relationships have become even somehow more friendly between us. I somehow did not expect it from myself, began to get up earlier on weekends, made coffee, then even went to her bedroom when she slept, hugging a blanket to bring her coffee to bed. It was evident that her ass was not particularly, because she lay with her back to the wall, but the fact that she was sleeping naked was understandable. My appearance in the bedroom did not even bother her, on the contrary, she was delighted with such attention on my part, sat on the bed, covering only the underbelly with her blanket, leaving her chest open, and took a cup of coffee. Then it even entered into our tradition - every Saturday and Sunday I wore her coffee in bed, we drank it in the bedroom, talked, planned the day, then either I left, and she got up, or asked her to give her a bathrobe or T-shirt, dressed right in bed On March 8, I bought flowers in advance from the evening, so I would secretly put her in the room in the morning. This surprise made her very happy, but in the morning I was able to admire her folds of the labia - she just slept on her side, legs tucked in, so it was obvious not bad.

four.

So, I’m already 14 years old, only a month has passed since March 8, but it somehow changed all our relations for the better, from my point of view, morning coffee on weekends, brought to my mother’s bed somehow melted our relationship even stronger they have become more open or something. I began to notice that a mother does not always walk at home in a dressing gown or a T-shirt, there are cases when she walks at home in shorts, without a bodice (I understand that most likely during menstruation, because on other days she is at home not wearing). If in the morning I brought coffee, and she slept naked, then, when she woke up, she didn’t bother to hide behind, even I would say that the possibility that I would see something didn’t bother her. It was not rare that in the evening, watching TV together, she asked for a massage. At the same time she took off her T-shirt or bathrobe and went to cover her only her ass. I crushed her back, not infrequently, as it were, inadvertently moving her clothes off her priests, sometimes she straightened, sometimes not, sometimes she let her feet massage.

In the summer of the same year, we first went with her to Don, where we decided to live in a tent. There is a place on the Don where the river bed is changed, not far from the city of Konstantinovsk and the place where another river flows into the Don - Seversky Donets. That's where we just arrived, or rather my mother's godfather, who lives in Ust-Donetsk, brought us there, and he had to pick us up in a day. Rest by savages is generally a cool thing: a tent, a bonfire, a fish, an ear. In addition, the coast, which the locals call Yar, is very steep, but very convenient for descending into the river. Given that there was no one else besides us, the mother decided to swim and sunbathe topless. So we had a great day, we made a fire at night, and when it burned out they sat for a long time and looked at the stars. We went to sleep in the tent, and I climbed under the blanket first, and my mother, after hanging out her swimsuit, or rather only her panties, came later. Dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, she quickly slipped under a blanket (double tent, which is why we slept under one blanket), where she had already taken off her shorts, remaining only in a T-shirt and turned over on her side. Having embraced her, I clearly felt that she was pressed against me with a bare ass. At this moment, I suddenly got a member, leaning into her, but either she pretended to sleep and does not feel, or really did not feel, so, hugging her stomach, and hugging me, I almost immediately fell asleep. I had already got used to sleeping alone and now such a close neighborhood especially did not allow me to fall asleep in the morning. My mother's body seemed to numb and she was spinning too, but her sleep was stronger, or so it seemed to me. Once again, when she turned over, my hand slid down her stomach and covered her pubis - hot, a little bit scratchy, but the awareness of what lay on my hand immediately raised my penis. I tried to lie quietly, but she turned over, threw her leg over me, putting her knee into my penis, and it turned out that I pressed him, from which he returned to its original state. Sleep was not long, so we got up earlier than usual at home. Mother, still asleep while I brewed on dry combustible coffee and brought it to the tent. She asked me to bring her panties from a swimsuit, which were dried next to the tree. I instantly brought them, while going to the tent. She was holding coffee in her hands, but there was nowhere to put it (we slept on an inflatable mattress), she twisted her head and handed the mug to me, and took the panties herself. What happened afterwards remained completely unclear to me: either she did not consider it shameful, or our life became so open that there was no sense in hiding, but, nevertheless, she threw the blanket aside, remaining only in a T-shirt, covering only half of the abdomen, and wearing panties. She did not look at me, although I think I understood what I was looking at. Luckily, I didn't even blush. Then she took off her T-shirt and, being topless again, took my coffee. Later in the evening we were taken by the godmother, we spent the night at his place, and the next day we went back to Rostov.

Over the summer, I managed to visit my father, but there, unlike last time, there was nothing interesting, I visited both grandparents, and in August I returned to Rostov to my mother. During this time, our house has changed, or rather a bath: a normal shower stall, the bathroom itself and a very cool accordion door appeared. Which was at times steeper curtains. Firstly, I could lock myself inside, and there was no toilet in the slot, where I was engaged in masturbation, and secondly, these were slots, through them it was visible no worse than through a curtain. And there was another news - during my summer holiday, a mother appeared at the man. She herself told me about it. It was one of the clients from my mother's work, some kind of medium-sized businessman, the only thing that reassured me was that he was married and this relationship was not for creating a family. That is, in simple words, it was a lover who would fuck a mom, while more often it was here. I didn’t like the idea, and in my heart some kind of ardent jealousy and hatred for him awakened. Although the first meeting with him my attitude corrected. Igor turned out to be a very cheerful and simple person, earlier, like me now, engaged in sambo, knowing a lot of jokes and anecdotes, able to support almost any topic for conversation. For the first time, he did not stay with us for the night, but went home, but in September he stayed overnight. No matter how hard I tried to hear moans or something like that, I never heard anything. I think that they behaved especially quietly. Over time, I got used to Igor, and he seems to me too. We could easily meet as ordinary friends, go to football or he could just give me a ride home. I even began to regret a little that he does not live with us. Closer to December, we did not feel any awkwardness anymore and in bed with mom and Igor it became hot: I began to hear the moans of the mother, the echoes of their speech, the creak of the bed, to find used condoms and tubes of lubricant in the urn. I already clearly understood that Igor has a mother, not only in the pussy, but also in the ass, and possibly in her mouth. It even excited me. Now, looking at my mother in the bathroom or in the morning in the bedroom, I imagined how Igor's member entered her, in what postures, how they ended up and how they caress each other. I really wanted to see it, knowing that the mother has no curtains in the bedroom and that the lights from the street illuminate the whole room quite well, I even worked out a plan to spy on them, but I was afraid that I would not have time to go back to bed and get caught. Therefore, I lay quietly, pretending to be asleep, lay and waited for my mother to wash after sex. Our hall was lit poorly, so she slipped like a shadow and that is why she did not dress. I caught a glimpse of her turning on the light, slipping into the bathroom, seeing how sweat glistens on her body, how disheveled her hair and how pretty her face is. When Igor was not, our life returned to our normal course, my mother sometimes used her toy (I defined this by reducing the gel in the tube and the abundance of napkins in the urn in the morning), I peered and jerked off. Periodically he called up and corresponded with Vitalka, sharing news and listening to him. In fact, I was very glad that I had someone to share the news, to tell, knowing that no one would know this except Vitalka. He began to spy on his parents more often, he had already seen not only sex, but also oral affection, I just listened. Before the new year, Igor arrived with gifts and Martiri Asti, who is so fond of his mother and, given that after him the cognac went into action, then they cleaned decently. Realizing that this is my chance, I decided to act. He went to bed earlier, which made Igor and his mother move to the bedroom. And I lay there and listened to their conversation, laughter and the clinking of glasses. Then everything was quiet, I heard the sound of lightning, the noise and sounds of kisses. I got out of bed, shod slippers, that would not make noise and crawled in the doorway. The bedroom was lit only with the light of a laptop monitor, on which music was playing softly and the light of lanterns penetrating through the windows. Mom was lying on her back, lifting her legs up and holding them with her hands, exactly like Tamara in the photo, Igor was lying on his stomach in his pants, his face buried between his mother's legs. It was not difficult to understand what he was doing there, my mother kept lining up. Then she dropped her legs and Igor turned on his stomach, she stood next to him on all fours and they merged into kisses. She at this time unbuttoned his pants and then pulled off with him all along with his underpants. Taking his dick in her hand, she began to slowly drive her hand, and then bent over him. In the bad light, no details could be seen, but even without this it was clear that Mom had taken in his mouth. Blowjob was not long and the mother, even without putting on his gum, sat on top. She immediately took a fast pace, so Igor had to press her hands behind her for his ass. He barely stopped her, laying on her back, now they were lying not across, but along the bed. Igor took her legs and, putting them on his shoulders, entered into her. It was seen as Igor's ass moves, as if ramming the mother, how she strokes his balls with her hand, how her legs sway like that. Rapid rendezvous quickly and ended - Igor came out of her, and already by the reaction of the mother, I realized that I had finished right on her. With the words "Though not in me," the mother got up and headed for the exit. It was a few seconds, which seemed to be minutes. I saw a mother walking toward me, naked, with sperm flowing through the chest and stomach, with awkward steps, but still walking. I caught my breath. Realizing that quietly I do not have time to bed, I did not know what to do. Instinctively, I moved back into the shadow of the dresser. She walked past, without even looking at the bed, opened the door to the bathroom and in the light of the lamp I once again saw the sparkle of sperm on her. Trying not to make noise, I crawled to my bed and quickly lay down. After a while she went out and just not paying attention to my bed went to the bedroom. Igor did not go to the bath, apparently he fell asleep. I was lying in bed, running my hand into my underpants and, having finished once, I still looked through what I had seen now. Of course, I didn’t imagine all this, hoping that everything would be visible, like in porn, but nevertheless I saw it and as moms do blowjob, like a hand on the surface of his balls, as sperm flows through her ... the member got up again and I'm all smeared in my own sperm and lubrication continued to masturbate him. Having finished one more time, I quickly slipped into the bathroom, threw panties into dirty laundry, washed myself and went to bed again.

five.

On January 1, I turned 15 years old. We spent the New Year, as well as the New Year holidays together, Igor didn’t come to us, and it was clear from my mother that there wasn’t any love there, but just sex, and, most likely, material assistance. There was no desire to go anywhere, and besides, the weather was not at all New Year's Eve - wet muddy snow, freezing at night and back becoming mud during the day. We were lying on the sofa, watching New Year's comedies, programs and concerts on TV. One day, as usual, after dinner, we were lying on the sofa, watching TV. Mom lay in front of me on my stomach, wearing a relatively long T-shirt, I was only in shorts. She asked me to scratch and stroke between the shoulder blades, I began to stroke through a T-shirt, but the material rubbed against the arm and heated it, so I could not iron for a long time. Then what is called all of a sudden, she said that she would put her hand under the T-shirt and scratch it. But she was referring to the top, well, I put my hand down from the bottom, lifting the T-shirt and exposing it to the ass. She said something like "you could have shoved it on top." I wanted to pull out my hand, but she said that once I shoved, I stroked my back further. I continued, imagining how it looks from the side: a teenage son, lying with his mother on the couch, holding her T-shirt up, stroking his back, keeping his eyes on her bare ass, and she, instead of covering herself, just lies and enjoys. And all this happens in the white day. At that time, various thoughts were raging in my head from the fact that she was just relaxed with me, to the point that she wanted to seduce me. As a result, the first thought in its arguments took over, which was shown the evening of the same day. Since the next evening we were going to celebrate Christmas with mom's parents (by the way, there were a lot of relatives there) mom in the bathroom put herself in order, having shaved not only the legs, but also between them (which I really didn't understand was to undress there she was not going to), then she made herself a manicure for a long time, applied the picture and covered it with different varnishes. Already going to bed, she asked me to rub it with a moisturizing milk. Well, not all rubbed, but only the shoulders, neck and back. After removing the nightie, she sat on the bed, putting it on her pubis, I carefully rubbed her neck and shoulders, after which she lay on her stomach, not even covering her ass and gave me my back. I decided that I would squeeze out a little of this milk on my back, and then rub it, I didn’t calculate it and filled it all over my back. My attempts to rub it all in the body were in vain, the skin did not want to take so many cosmetics, so my mother said that I would rub it all over my body. Fearing to rub her hands on her priest, I began to collect milk, which had already turned into some kind of straight cream, from the back and rubbed into my legs. And I started with my feet, then higher, higher, and now I rubbed her milk into her hips with two hands. Climbing almost to the priests on slightly divorced legs (by the way, I did not notice when she parted them), then went down. Madly wanted to spend on the buttocks, but was afraid of this. Rubbing the milk, I got up, she was already dozing. I bent down, kissed her cheek, received a return kiss, and right in front of me she rolled over onto her back, pulled the blanket out from under her back, lay down on her side and covered herself. In the morning she slept on her back, covering her face with a blanket, bent at the knees, and I stood looking at the folds between her legs, imagining how Igor licked them and how they took his dick. I liked to look at her naked, like such a relationship like ours. I understood that it was unlikely that someone from my classmates had something similar at home. I constantly tried to spy on their mothers, to learn something, to observe, but nothing valuable and interesting was visible.

Igor came to us about once or twice a month, usually stayed overnight, but for me this meant new emotions. I was creeping up to the bedroom, I was afraid, so I tried to listen to the groans and sounds of sex, I was content with just the sight of a naked mother who ran from the bedroom to the bathroom to wash away. I often remembered what I saw and my member stood on end, I really wanted to see it again. I carefully checked the level of the gel in tubes, knowing that every visit of Igor meant a non-variable anal. I began to notice that my mother had a new, very beautiful and erotic lingerie, which made me think that there might be someone else, because at home she met Igor in ordinary home clothes. Sometimes at night I heard the mother’s separate moans and realized that she was satisfying herself with a toy, but unfortunately it wasn’t visible because of the lights off.

Then spring came, as usual in our area fast and warm. Probably already in the second half of April it was very hot and, of course, the clothes became much more free. In the evening I met my mother from work and we decided to go to one of her friends. Why I do not remember, but since it was on the way, and the weather was favorable for a walk, I did not argue. She met us happily as usual, we settled in the kitchen, where I missed, and my mother chatted with her. Probably an hour later we were going to go home, her friend went to dress in order to take us a little, we also began to wear shoes. I sat down, tying my shoelaces, and my mother bent down, straightening her shoes, at that moment I looked up and it turned out that my mother’s face was concealed by what my mother’s skirt was hiding. And there was something to hide - completely naked ass, smoothly shaved pussy, fishnet stockings ... I felt that I was getting up, not from what I saw (I saw it before), but from what she walks on street at work. I barely managed to calm down and translate thoughts, but all the way home this thought did not leave me. Already at home, I, sitting on the couch, looked at the reflection in the mirror, standing in the mother's room. Taking off her blouse and bra, she took the phone and called, as I understood from the conversation, one of her friends. Then she walked around the room, talking on the phone, then, holding the phone with her shoulder, pulled off her skirt, remaining only in stockings. Turning my back to the mirror, I began to fold clothes, and I looked at her legs, covered with stockings, at the bare ass. And for all the time, for the first time I clearly presented her, who had not yet taken off her skirt, standing there in the bedroom and herself, standing behind her and running her hand between her thighs, on an elastic band stocking and resting her hand on her smooth wet pussy, and her thumb on the anus. I almost finished at that moment, stopping in time, and in the meantime she took off her stockings, put on a T-shirt and, without ceasing to talk on the phone, went into the bath.

I began to notice that she was less and less likely to wear pants under a skirt or pants, and that made me excited. It’s not even the fact that there is no linen, but the understanding that others can see it, even some of my friends. And this thought made me feel ashamed. But on the other hand, I had my own intimate adventure, secret, just for me. And in this adventure the end was unknown. I liked that it was a secret one - my peeking, and explicit - a massage for the night, as a rule, with a slipped sheet, morning coffee with the same sheet covered with the same pubis, with bare breasts, sometimes it even happened that the sheet covered only the pubis, and the hips were bare.

In the summer my father came to visit. He didn’t even come, but being on a business trip in Rostov-on-Don, he stayed with us and, judging by the telephone conversation with his wife, the stop we had was a secret. For me it was both pleasant and surprising. He was not just passing, but never stayed. I was curious to look at them with my mother. They tried not to meet their looks, but each looked at the other if possible. Mom, in other matters, as usual, wore a T-shirt over her naked body. We decided that he would sleep with me, but they did not hurry to go to bed, after dinner they found common topics for conversation, but I went to sleep. I woke up when one of them dropped a saucer on the tiled floor. The mother began to collect fragments and at some point she turned her back on her father, and he put his hand under her T-shirt and began stroking her ass. Mom's answer hit me. In my understanding, she had to pull her hand back well or something, but she said only that something like that “not here, the son will see.” And then I did not sleep. Apparently I confused them, because after a while they went out into the street. Without losing time, I immediately moved to the window in the kitchen, and the whole courtyard was in full view. I immediately saw them sitting on the swing couch, and my father sat with his legs lowered, while his mother sat on him, hugging his neck and moving his ass. It was not difficult to guess that they fuck. It was not entirely clear to me, their very first meeting ended in sex, and this meant for me only that fatty people love each other. I did not know whether it was bad or good, but it was somehow native. Under all these reflections, I missed their orgasm and noticed that the mother no longer jumps on her father, but just sits, hugging. I quickly moved to the bed, my father came to sleep a little later, and in the morning it was as if there was no night. At that time, for me it was strange and not clear.

6

The remaining year did not bring something new, I was still looking, Igor came, I studied. For the New Year holidays, Igor gave us a ticket for two to Karelia in the hotel complex "Ladoga Manor". We had a cool double room, with separate beds, with a shower in the room, with a bunch of small things that made our stay there like in a New Year's fairy tale. Walks on snowmobiles, sauna, gorgeous winter view from the window, delicious varied cuisine. The first four days we enjoyed all the delights of landscapes, walks, cuisine, and then decided to go to the sauna. Given that there were few people at that time, the time in the sauna was unlimited. We were given special swimsuits and brooms. Steam, the smell of eucalyptus and a broom have softened us. Mother immediately took off her bra and nothing prevented me from kneading her back, legs, beating her with a broom ... we spent two and a half hours in the sauna, then barely moving our legs went to the showers. It so happened that from the booths located in the same room we left almost at the same time and both were naked. Mother did not bother at all, she even looked at my dick and said that I had already grown up. I felt myself blushing, and she dried off with a towel, wearing a warm suit over her naked body. Then we had dinner in the room and decided to just watch telly. Mom, undressed to the naked, seemed not at all embarrassed by me, lay down under the blanket in her bed, and I, of course, lay down on my own. In the morning, mother slept already open, completely naked, with legs tucked in, lying on her side. I quietly got up, dressed, held my eyes on her ass, on the crease of the labia, covered with a small bristle, and went for coffee. When I returned, she was sleeping on her stomach, I sat down next to me, put the coffee on the nightstand, and began to stroke her back. When she woke up, she didn’t even hide, rather smiled, stretched and turned over on her stomach. I really wanted to turn and see her pubis, but I restrained myself. She sat down, putting the blanket between her legs, took the coffee. I sat down at her feet, cross-legged in Turkish, drank coffee. Having finished with coffee, we planned how we would spend the remaining couple of days, then she got up and, without getting dressed, went into the bath. Came out from there already dressed, combed and elegant. Until lunch, we walked in nature, then there was billiards and bowling, and after dinner, lying in front of the TV, she asked me to have a massage. Pulling off the blanket during the massage, I completely exposed it, it didn’t embarrass her at all, though I mumbled something like “why did you open your ass”, to which I replied that nobody in my room was warm, but nobody would see her bare ass I have already seen it more than once. She no longer resisted and mumbled, and I kept kneading my back, examining her ass. Going down to the lower back, I began to hold my hands on the upper part of the buttocks, noting to myself that the ass is soft and not at all elastic, at every time when I ran the buttocks, the buttocks trembled a little. For some reason I wanted to push them apart, but I could hardly restrain myself. Turning around, I began to knead her thighs, calves and feet, by this moment she was already asleep, and I really wanted to look between her legs, but since they were facing the TV, this part of her body was in the shadow. Covering it, I quickly squeezed into the bath, where I removed the tension with my hand. The next day we flew back to Rostov. Arrived home on the last day of the holiday. Evening ka usually gave me the opportunity to observe the bathing of my mother and her intimate shaving, and the night stifled moans, most likely from self-satisfaction.

Before February 23, Igor came to visit, giving me a new phone for the holiday. After dinner together, I quickly realized that it was time to sleep and, making a tired look, I went to bed. Well, that would have slept better (and in fact, so that the occasional creak of the sofa would not betray me, and I could feel calmer) I turned on the radio. I had to wait a long time, I even actually fell asleep. I woke up unexpectedly, when the light in the kitchen was already extinguished, and a dim ray of light from the laptop fell from the curtained bedroom through the curtains drawn. I gently got off the couch, folding the blanket so that in the dark I had the impression that I was sleeping, crawled to the doors of her room. Another important plus in my disguise was that my mother hung up new curtains in the hall and they, drawn for the night, did not let the light into the room at all. Hiding on the side of the entrance, I carefully pushed the curtain back so that the room could be seen through the gap. It was immediately clear that I did not have time to top it and, most likely, it was already the second time. Igor was lying on his back, and his mother was lying on his side, his back to me and across the bed. Although it was not visible, it was not difficult to guess what she was doing to Igor a blowjob. Her legs were spread and Igor caressed her with her hand. By the movement of my mother's ass, I realized that she likes it. She caressed him for a very long time, then I heard his whisper, but what exactly he said was not heard. Mother stopped to caress him and for some time they whispered about something. Then the mother got out of bed, and I froze, not knowing what to do now and once again scolding myself for those spying. I was afraid that she would come out now, after that she came very close to the exit. But about a coffee table, standing next to the pierum, she stopped, took a tube and put it in the hands of Igor, who had already risen. She herself squatted on a coffee table with her back to Igor. He squeezed out of the tube on the hand and began to lubricate it between the buttocks. There was no doubt that the gel was in the tube. I could only see the silhouette, but it seemed to me that he, smearing it there, even drove a finger. Then he began to lubricate his penis, and when he put the tube, he took his mother for the ass and, judging by the squeezed moan, still entered. In such poor lighting, visibility was poor, but I already understood that he had a mother in the ass. She still squatted, legs apart, with her own hand rested against the mirror, while the other apparently caressed herself, and Igor, holding her ass, entered her. I myself rubbed my cock through the underpants. He did not last long and, without taking out his penis, had finished. I filled the pants with sperm even earlier. Having stopped the movement, he did not come out of her, but, continuing to be in her, he stroked her back and shoulders. I heard the quiet whisper of the mother that she had to wash herself and immediately went to her bed. Having covered myself with a blanket, I lay down on my stomach, after a couple of minutes the bedroom curtains flew open, and my naked mother slipped into the bathroom. I lay and stroked my dick, all smeared in sperm. While my mother was bathing, I remembered what I saw and got up again and I again went on onenism. Mom gently left the bathroom and, trying not to make noise, slipped into the bedroom. Then the laptop light went out and I fell asleep too.

Then for another week even a random memory of this immediately excited me. I remembered everything, every detail, everything that I could see, and understood what it means to be lucky to see only once, and even then to a few. I was excited by this secret, but on the other hand I felt some shame not even because I was watching, but because my mother, Igor, was like in porn movies not only in the ass, but also in that position. It seemed to me that my mother was very depraved and lustful, for some reason it was thought that Igor sponsored her and that is why she allows him in sex. The next evening, she led, as if nothing had happened, wearing a T-shirt without underwear, she lay in her bedroom on the bed, reading a book, and I watched intently when she turned over and her spread legs could be seen in the mirror. With each glance at the mirror, the memory of that night immediately came to my mind.

Until the summer, everything was unchanged with us, in June we started building a bathhouse on a small section, for this we dismantled part of the fence and the work went. It turned out that the bath was done in half, then the workers had a few days of rest, and I was idle at home. Being in the yard, I heard our new neighbors talking, who moved a little over two months ago. They were mother and son. My son is a year younger than me (he transferred to our school), and my mother is probably my age. From the conversation, I realized that the mother makes her son weed the grass, but he doesn’t really want to. Out of curiosity, I went to the bathhouse and, through the unfinished roof, looked into the courtyard. I could see the son carrying grass in buckets from behind the house and pouring it in a corner of the yard. His mother was not visible, but it was heard that she was not satisfied with his work. Then, apparently, he snatched from her, because she went into the house, and he remained to carry the grass. I laughed, not jealous of the guy, and went to the gazebo. From the gazebo one could see the window of their room (as I later learned this living room). Probably about 30 minutes later I saw Aunt Larissa walking around the room, well, the mother of the nerd (for some reason I nicknamed myself the guy, probably all the same for round glasses), she walked in shorts, with hair wrapped in a towel. In the light of the sun, I saw her chest, belly and panties well. Prior to that, she did not attract my attention - a swarthy one, resembling either a Tadzhik or a Tatar, with black hair, a straight nose, a little coarse voice, a bit more tightly than my mother. And now I saw her breasts, sagging, more than mine, with dark pink nipples; I saw beige panties decorated with lace on the edge. I think it is not necessary to say that I immediately got up. All subsequent evenings I spent in the gazebo, hoping to see it again, but luck turned away from me.

Summer was in the same rhythm, we stayed with both grandmothers and grandfathers, then I stayed with my father, though this time without incident, then returned home, on the first day my mother and I decided to walk her prize and almost eleven at night Don's embankment, sat in a cafe, even drank together her favorite Martini Aesti. Then they returned home and I was able to lightly hop on the sofa, turned on the telly, and my mother went to wash, I was too lazy to look, although I missed this business. I lay on the couch and switched channels, then my mother came out of the bathroom, or a martini also hit her head, or forgot that I was at home, but she came out completely naked, saying, passing by me, that she forgot a T-shirt and there was nothing To sit dressed, that would change clothes and go to wash. I did that. When I returned, my mother was already lying on my couch in a T-shirt and was watching a TV. I lay down beside her and did not even notice how I fell asleep. Waking up in the morning, I found my mother sleeping next to me; her shirt was pulled up, and she was lying on her side, pulling her knees up. I gently got up and sat on the sofa, not looking away from the tight, smooth-shaved lips. The member in his underwear stood up immediately. After looking a bit, I went to the bathroom, where I distorted and returned. My mother was already lying on her back, with her legs apart so that I could see her whole pussy. I lay down next, trying not to wake her up.


7

The 16th year of my life did not bring much interesting: sometimes Igor came to us, but I never managed to spy during this time, I heard quiet rare moans, saw a naked mother going to wash in the bathroom, but they did not turn on the light in the bedroom, therefore there was not even a sense of crawling towards her; twice a year my father came, and once he stayed overnight and spent half the night in the mother’s bedroom, but also without light. The only interesting point was that the mother acquired a new toy - anal plug, but, unfortunately, I never saw it in action. I still continued to spy on her wherever I could, wandering in my erotic fantasies that I touch her, sometimes even that I lick her. But at such moments, for some reason, I felt very ashamed, I even felt like blood rushes to my face and sometimes even an erection disappeared.

The only interesting and vivid impression was the summer spent at the grandmother with the grandfather. Here it is necessary to make a reservation that they do not live on their own, but with their mother’s sister, Lyuda, who is two years older than her mother. She has no husband and children, so I am the most beloved child for her. My presence there is always filled with a bunch of goodies, which she prepares, jointly watching heaps of films, trips to supermarkets and other recreation. I can not say that she is kind of sexy and beautiful. The correct word will be ordinary. She is no different from dozens of the same, fuller mothers (mom says that they are hormonal influenced this way), but she is cheerful and smiling, short-haired, painted in red. Judging by the photo, in her youth she was as thin as a mother, and now she has a large chest, well, probably, it can fit in two palms, a wide butt, a small, but still visible tummy. Unlike her mother, she does not lead an isolated lifestyle: she has a lot of girlfriends, often gather with her guests, in these companies is always noisy and fun. At the same time, I did not see her have ukhozhory, and did not hear, that she told her mother about them. I never had any intimate desires for her, although I noticed that she wears only panties at home and never dresses her bra, and very often we, watching a film, lie around her arms and I feel her breasts, it happened that and even cheek through the robe was pressed against her.

Actually, the first of two weeks went the same way as usual, and on Saturday the girlfriends came to her, for their arrival the grandfather purposely flooded the bath, well, since I did it, I just lay under the telecom. Then I had a desire to see them naked. I like scalded this thought. Everything was as good as possible: my grandmother was busy in the kitchen, my grandfather rushed off to go fishing. It is worth noting that the bath they have is old and small, and there is nothing but a waiting room and a steam room, so my grandfather specially attached a canopy, fenced in with a fence, where there were benches and a summer shower. From the courtyard it was impossible to look there unnoticed, it only remained to go around and to the back of the courtyard.

It was hard to make my way through the overgrown back yard that went to the river, but I still overcame this part of the way, thinking about how to spy and how not to make noise and attract attention. Reaching the wall of the bath, I carefully walked around, moving to the soul. It was there that I ran into the neighbor boy. It was so unexpected for me that I almost cried, I didn’t expect to see him, but he heard my steps. I stood and looked at him, standing on all fours near the shower, with frightened eyes, showing me a gesture that I would be silent. I didn’t make a noise and crouched, then he motioned me to follow him, and I followed the creep along the easier way. We silently reached the river, where we already met. His name was Maxim, he was two years younger than me, I saw him more than once, he lived a few houses lower, but we never communicated. It made no sense to lie about the purpose of our finding there to lie. Therefore, he honestly said that he was looking on purpose, but the trick was that one of my aunt’s friends, Marina, was Max’s mother, and she was the only medical assistant in the village. It immediately became clear that we would have a topic of conversation with him. Considering that it was too late to return and spy, we stayed on the bank of the river and began our interesting conversation. It turned out that the gap there was not big before, when he looked, the water often fell into the eye and there was nothing special there, after which he began to take the phone on the camera and watch at home. Naturally, he shared his notes with me. There was a lot of bad quality, muddy and torn, but there were very high quality ones made during the daytime. I watched the video, trying to see as much as possible. The shooting was conducted from below and it turned out that it was visible mainly in the ass, legs, and occasionally breasts. Aunt Luda’s massive chest was certainly not standing upright, but she wasn’t hanging either, the word “omitted” would rather fit, but she remained beautifully shaped and was very sexy, besides, I knew she was resilient, but the priest was already with cellulite, even as it seemed to me, it sags without panties. Below the abdomen are thick dark hair curls. In principle, Max’s mother is very much like her naked, only her chest is hanging, even though she seems to be full, she actually gets straight to the belly and between the legs is also not shaved. As Max said, here is only Aunt Dasha (she does not live in the village, but comes to visit in Aunt Lyuda and Aunt Marina) with her hair shaved, but she doesn’t come often and he doesn’t see her.

For the rest of the week, we spoke quite frankly with him, I certainly hid something, but still told him that I was looking for my own, that I was shaving my pussy. What I saw as a shave, that at home, without panties, walks and sleeps naked. About sex did not tell. He showed me a photo where his mother sleeps in his underpants, said that in summer he goes home without panties and is sometimes seen when she sits or leans; He said that he had seen his father in the kitchen, when he returned from the watch, his mother put on cancer, raised her robe and fucked her.

One evening I had the idea to show my mother. For some reason I was excited that someone can see her naked and at the same time I will know that they see her. He aroused such a thing that he had to get up at night and go into the courtyard and let off steam. I proposed this idea to Max and he really liked it. I knew that my mother would come after me on Sunday, and when she arrived, then, knowing that Max, already under the shower, offered to go to the shower before the way, saying that the water was cool. She went into the shower, but I stayed with my family, but when she left, I said that I wanted to say goodbye to a friend, ran to the river, where Max was waiting for me. It was clear from his face that he had already watched the video and he liked it. We turned on the phone: the recording started even before mom entered the shower, and when she came in, she removed the dress over her head, left only in the bodice, she did not wear underwear, as usual. After removing the bodice, she pinned her hair and, turning on the shower, began to wash, Her shaved pubis, small hanging breasts and small buttocks were clearly visible. I got the feeling that she seemed to know that she was being shot and that she was spinning on purpose. It certainly was nonsense, but the idea is generally cool. We looked in complete silence, only in one moment Max said “Right now”, I did not have time to ask what it is now, as on the screen of the phone I saw that my mother was sitting on a crouch with his back to the slot from which the shooting had taken place, her buttocks were moving apart and well you can see a dark pink anus, you can see both large and small labia, and after a second a liquid begins to flow from them, and not like ours in one jet, but so that one strong is straight under the legs, one less somewhere ahead, but also one is straight between pussy and ass. I myself stood as a pillar. I have never seen such a thing, and I couldn’t realize my reaction exactly. It seems as though something new, giving new emotions, but somehow ... well, not quite excitingly intimate, it is even difficult to describe, something similar to the feeling that I saw something secret, but you are ashamed ... Generally with these thoughts, I watched to the end, seeing how my mother dried off, put on her bra, dress and went out. I looked at Max, there was a wet stain on his shorts.


eight.

17 year could be more successful, but I finished my studies and all the forces were thrown into classes and preparation for entering the university. It took a lot of time and effort, and besides, frequent trainings exhausted me so much that I often just fell asleep while lying under a TV set. When I did pass the exams at school and admission to the university, we decided that we need to finish this busy year on a good note. In addition, the mother bought a new Hyundai Solaris and took a vacation, so we went to Anapa to our relatives already on my car. We got into the very rest season, so we were able to allocate only one room (at that time Tamara and her husband were actively renting out rooms in the house to guests, while building their own small hotel, and Vitalka was sent to Moscow, where he enrolled in some military school ). In general, there was no one to entertain us, so all the time we were left to ourselves. We were not embarrassed even by the fact that we slept on an inflatable mattress, but ate ourselves in a cafe, most of the time, spending in walks around the city and bathing in the sea. For a long time, my mother and I slept together again, while this neighborhood did not embarrass me or her: she also continued to sleep in a nightie on a naked body, sometimes hiding from a sheet, change clothes in the morning, just turning her back on me, and sleep with me hugging. On the third day of rest there was an incident, which practically spoiled the rest of the rest for me, on the one hand, but also gave new sensations, on the other. It so happened that we were at the sea almost all day and my trunks (for reasons known only to the Chinese) broke the thread. Whether the sea salt did its job, or the thread turned out to be some kind of durable, but, in general, by evening I rubbed it between my legs, that I could hardly go home. At home, after examining myself, I found that the skin between my legs, near the scrotum itself, was rubbed to the point of blood and the blood was constantly oozing from this wound. There was no choice, so I told all the mother, asking her for some kind of cream. Having found some healing cream at Tamara, the mother came to my rescue ... She did not even let the cream in my hands, ordered me to take off my pants and show her the wound. This requirement put me into a dead end and I froze, knowing what to do, but I was not used to not obeying my mother, especially since from childhood obedience was driven into me by a belt. I took off the panties, remaining completely naked in front of my mother. I was very afraid that I couldn’t cope with myself and my penis would rise, especially when my mother ordered me to lie down on the mattress and spread my legs while pushing my eggs with my hand, but the pain from the stretched dried skin turned out to be stronger than any kind of arousal. . Each touch of the mother’s finger, which smeared my wound, gave me new painful sensations. It is good that the wound was not big and the mother quickly smeared it. There was nothing planned for the evening and we went to bed. I think it is not necessary to say that in the night dress the mother did not change herself this time. But at that time it did not bother me at all. The night passed nervously, because every movement was painful, and I only fell asleep in the morning. I slept soundly for a long time, because, apparently frozen in a dream, my mother moved closer to me. We lay on our side, covered with a sheet. The dream came, then again eluded me. And in one of the moments when he slipped away, I noticed that my mother was pressed with a bare ass to my dick. This was my first contact with the female body member, so the realization of this immediately brought the member into combat readiness. I felt how he got up, but pressed his mother’s priest prevented him from taking a vertical position, so I rested just between the hips, one could say the lower part of the priests or between the legs, buttocks ... in general, I could not understand, but the sensations were very pleasant and At the same time, I was afraid that she would wake up and feel my cock. But the dream saved us, because I woke up from the fact that my mother got up, threw on her robe and left, and with horror I discovered lubricant on the penis and bed. Knowing that I have a lot of lubrication, I realized that most likely my mother's leg would be in it. But there were no consequences, she returned already washed, in a bathrobe and a cup of coffee. I was already awake, but lying under a sheet, waiting for a new wave of excitement to pass and I could get up. Mom sat down on the windowsill and, not hastily, sipping coffee, planned our day and trip home. This was the last day of our stay at sea, so we decided that we would buy souvenirs and go home. My dick finally calmed down and I, throwing off the sheet, got up from the mattress and took the shorts off the chair. It was not convenient for me to observe my mother, so I could not understand whether she was looking at me naked or not.

The first part of our day passed quickly, we bought souvenirs, loaded all the things into the car, said goodbye to our relatives and headed back. Although my mother’s driving experience was, but still we didn’t hurry much, stopped for lunch at Timoshevsk, and leaving the cafe, the mother decided to wipe the windshield with a napkin. Like many women, she tried to get on one side of the car as far as possible to wipe the glass and a light breeze slightly raised her sundress edge. He got up and sank just a little bit, and of course people who were standing nearby could see nothing, but it was enough for me to see that she was not wearing panties. I barely switched my thoughts so that I would not get right in my shorts. All the way I thought and remembered this moment. The road took us hours 9, or even more, so that we came home closer to 12 o'clock at night. In the mirror of the mother’s bedroom, I saw how she took off the sundress, remaining only in her bra (for me at that time it was strange, it seemed that the bra was pressing more than panties and even if it was taken, then it), quickly taking a shower, we got to sleep. In the morning I brewed coffee as usual, bringing his mother to bed. She was lying on her stomach completely naked, on her back and on her priest were visible traces of a swimsuit in which she sunbathed. At that moment I thought that after all, not my one is sleeping naked or not wearing lingerie at home, because my friends also have such cases, some of them may inadvertently see their way, and maybe they’re looking at it, maybe seeing or hears how she has sex, sees her erotic photos, also masturbates, and maybe someone even has something more secret. At that moment I imagined that if I had such a way that I could now hold my mom on the pope with my hand, stick my fingers between my buttocks and hold them over my lips, maybe even insert a finger ... I got up ... I immediately put coffee on the nightstand , and he sat down next. Mother already woke up, turned over, covering the pubis area with a sheet and smiled rather. We drank coffee, after which I handed her a bathrobe and she threw it over and went to the bathroom. Our life is again on the same track.

Then he began studying at the university, a lesson at the section, there was not much free time, but still I preferred to stay at home with my friends in the evenings. In our life, nothing has changed, but I was happy with all this, I continued to spy on my mother, Igor began to come less often, and from the frequent confidential conversations with his mother, I understood that their relationship was breaking up. After a while she got a new position in Sberbank, now she was at work longer, came after me. And I, after returning home in the evening, could afford to walk around the house naked. I do not know why, but I liked it very much, and after the sea it became much easier for me to sleep without panties, and I also stopped wearing panties at home, wearing shorts at once. All this time, I was not abandoned by the same thought - similar relationships in the families of my friends. The first thing that occurred to me was that such a situation is more likely to occur in single-parent families, so I tried to keep in touch with the children living only with my mother, visited them, tried to hook every little thing with every glance , something that tells me that there is a secret in this family. But luck did not expect me here.

Closer to the New Year, I with my friend and classmate Dimka decided to go to his house before the section so that he would change his clothes. We got into the moment when his mother in the house put things in order. While Dimka was changing clothes, I stood in the corridor, looking at their apartment, and then I noticed that his mom, who was standing with his back to me, was wearing leggings, and no elastic bands or folds of linen were visible. Tights fit very tightly and, in my opinion, if she was wearing panties, it would have been visible. I waited for her to turn around, and she was still rubbing and rubbing the glass on the cabinet. Already Dimka had changed clothes, and had already come to wear shoes, only then she broke away from her cleaning. Looking at her lower abdomen, I saw how clearly the seam of leggings separates her labia, which hang like two folds, saw a hill of plump pubis above them. It was an instant, but after that, I repeatedly tried to imagine how she looked without panties, whether she wore a dressing-gown at home and whether her pussy was visible, whether she slept naked, how she shaves (for some reason it seemed to me that she shaves bald) how to have sex. I was with him then more than once, but something similar did not happen again.

9.

Those born on January 1 are familiar when you receive one gift for 2 holidays. This time, the New Year coincided with my 18th birthday, and as a gift, my mother gave me a new IPhone 6. It was he who was destined to become another turn or even a push in my intimate life, but about everything in order.

In February, with my friend in the sports section Zhenka, I went to his house after a workout, as he was going to change clothes and go on a date. Having come to him, it turned out that the bath was occupied by his mother, so he offered tea and we went to the kitchen. While the teapot boiled, while some trendy tea was brewed (Eugene was from a very well-to-do family, so they tried to keep everything at their best). Then his mom Aunt Natasha came out of the bath, dressed in a bathrobe, probably about mid-thigh length, and since Zhenka immediately rushed to the bathroom, in order not to leave me alone, she sat down to drink tea with me in the kitchen. I didn’t communicate with her for the first time and all our conversations were lively and fun, she probably looked something like my mother, maybe with some views on life or something else, I just couldn’t determine, but I was in advance to her well And this time we drank tea, chatted at ease, then I, putting the cup on the table, did not calculate the distance and the cup fell to the floor and naturally broke. Aunt Natasha, of course, began to collect fragments, well, I also did not sit, but helped her. The cup that broke on the tile spread throughout the kitchen, I began to collect those that were visible and lay near the table and opposite it, and Aunt Natasha, those that fell under the table. At some point, I turned around and saw that the back of my aunt, Natasha, on all fours of my aunt, who was standing on me, was too high. She could not see me, because she was collecting fragments under the table, and I clearly saw her bare ass ... hair all over her pussy, going straight there, between the buttocks, parted lips of her pussy. This view was short-lived, but I dug deeply into my memory. Firstly, it was the first woman with an unshaven pussy that I saw live, and, secondly, it didn’t fit in my head why such a well-groomed and wealthy woman does not shave there. My opinion at that time was such that only old or neglected ones do not shave. I thought later that I could not have time to put myself in order, or there was some reason for not allowing it. In general, I decided to see her again. I didn’t have to wait long, I came to them next week, and seizing the moment when Zhenya went to dress, and Aunt Natasha cleared the table, lowered her IPhone and, turning on the video, held it under the edge of her dressing gown. Already at home, watching the video, I realized not only that at home she still walks without panties, but also that she does not shave there. Maybe I just got used to the fact that my constantly shaved and in all porn is also always smooth, so for me it was a wonder, I could not even clearly articulate my attitude to this: on the one hand, it excited me because it still remained intimate secret, but on the other hand, it seemed to me that shaved pubis is a sign of grooming yourself. And besides, I got the impression that when there is hair, it’s not convenient to lick, and insert it too. In general, I could not give an unequivocal answer to this.

Since of those with whom I could only discuss such a thing was Dimka, he became my main interlocutor on this topic. I told him about my "exploits", he told me about his. Of course, he was very small, since the main time when you can peep is summer. The maximum is now that he saw this sleeping mother, in whom, if nightly fought, the priest is seen, well, or a short moment, when in the gap in the curtains one can see how she changes clothes. He also found a rubber member under her mattress, even a photo sent to me. For some reason it seemed to me that it was some kind of old, because it was made of yellow rubber, with well defined veins and a head. We could discuss mothers in correspondence for a long time, sometimes even inventing some details so that emotions were brighter. It turned out that his mother never shaved and how much he remembers, there were always hair there, sometimes she masturbates in the bathroom, but she does it with the lights off or when Dima is already going to bed. He did not see even once, but it happened that he heard it. He also told me that he was sitting on a porn site (I’m not going to advertise his name), where they often talk about these topics. This is what interested me and I also registered on this site and very quickly got used to it. Naturally, the topic of communication I had one. I faced the fact that there are a lot of dreamers, although they are not particularly difficult to recognize. I also faced with the fact that many want to confirm the words and ask for a photo. To those who deserve trust, I sent out regular photos, covering up the face, but they wanted even more. To make an unnoticeable photo when she slept did not work, and I was also afraid. The only thing that occurred to me was to take a picture when she was in the bathroom.

I decided to take this step only towards the end of October. At the same time, he specially set up the camera, so that the photo would be clearer, tried it while the mother was not at home, and started shooting through the slot when she was bathing. Unfortunately, the resulting quality was bad, the photos were blurry and fuzzy. My experiments with setting up the camera continued on the next weekend, when she was in the bathroom, I decided to take a photo not of her bathing, but when she was already wiping. This time she bathed for a long time, then shaved her pussy, stroked it for a while and played with her fingers, then came out of the bathroom. She just stood back to me, near the door and, bending down, wiping her feet. I clicked the camera and to my surprise the flash worked. Then everything was like in a slow-motion movie: I stopped, kneeling near the door, the door swung open and a completely naked mother appeared in front of me, who slapped me in the face with a bang, I even tried to say something, get up from my knees, but gave me another slap in the face, screaming at me. From surprise, I was confused and could neither say nor do anything. She screamed something about perversions, that it was mean, that she didn’t expect, and she stuck my face a few more times. I was no longer kneeling, but sitting on the floor, not knowing how to behave now. After another slap I heard the repeated question “why?” Several times. On him, I voiced the only thought that came to my mind - "look." Then there were cries of "well, that looked," several more blows to the face, and then somehow all the anger abruptly disappeared. And with the words “here you are an idiot,” she stepped towards me and pressed my head to the bottom of her belly. She didn’t say anything else, she stroked my head, pressing me to my stomach, I felt how often she breathed, how her stomach was trembling, everything was in a mist, I heard the switch click and we were in complete darkness. She moved forward, and my head sank below the belly. I distinctly felt the smell of shower gel coming from her body, my lips pressed against the folds between her legs. Mom pressed my head harder, and I wrapped my lips around her pussy, immediately sticking my tongue into her. Inside, it was significantly hotter than the outside; a slightly salty taste was felt on the tongue. I tried to cover all her pussy with my mouth, push my tongue deeper. For a moment, I forgot that this is the mother and hugged her buttocks with her hands, squeezing them, and immediately getting a hand, removed them. She pressed me all the stronger and it was not very convenient to caress her, because the head was strongly thrown and I rested against the pubis with my nose. Apparently she felt it, and threw one leg over my shoulder, putting it in the shelf for shoes. It turned out that now she was above me and I could lick her all completely. I started my tongue again and felt the warmth of her body, the familiar salty taste again appeared on my lips. I didn’t know how to lick, so I chaotically wrapped my labia with my mouth, sucked them, licked, and pushed my tongue inside. Mother's breathing increased, she pressed me more strongly to her crotch, I, realizing that she was at a peak, earned even more with her tongue. She muffled sobbing and, having stayed in the same position for a while, removed her leg. It was dark, the room was lit only by the light from the tele. I saw her silhouette, saw that she had leaned her back against the wall and stroked her belly. Then she took a step towards me, slapped me hard and went into her room. I sat on the floor and was completely confused. I did not expect it to fall that way, much less expect such a turn. I did not notice that I had already thrust my hand into panties and jerked off my penis, recalling the taste and warmth of her pussy. I finished in panties, after which I went to the bath, where I quickly washed and went to bed. Well, how to sleep ... I went to bed, because I could not sleep, I was ashamed and at the same time excited. I did not know what the morning would be, how to behave and how to look into her eyes. I fell asleep in the morning.

When I woke up, my mother was already in the kitchen, making coffee and toast. I thought I could not look into her eyes, or long conversations would follow, but nothing like that followed. The morning passed as usual, I even managed to notice that she also walks without clothes, while there was not even a hint of what happened last night. When I returned home, nothing changed, my mother was already at home, as usual preparing dinner, wearing a T-shirt, under which, as usual, there was nothing. Not a word was said about the evening situation, it even seemed to me that when she went to swim, she did not close the door tightly, but I did not dare look at it. This evening, as in the following, nothing happened. Exactly to the nearest Saturday ...

We had dinner as usual, watched TV, bathed, then she went to bed. I also did not look for something new, so I went to bed. Half an hour passed from the moment when mother again went to my sofa, sat on the edge and asked if I was sleeping. Naturally I did not sleep, she tried to start a conversation, but he somehow did not stick. I did not understand what she was driving at, and she didn’t particularly feel at all. She apparently understood that there would be no sense in talking, therefore, saying only “I want it so much”, she took off her T-shirt, remaining completely naked. Pulling the blanket off me, she squatted over my face. I could not see her charms, and it was not necessary. She sat down tightly holding me her pussy to her mouth and I began to lick, as well as the first time, at random, trying to cover my mother's pussy with the maximum. She moved over me as if she was trying to pull herself closer, so that I could put my tongue deeper into her pussy. I really wanted to squeeze her buttocks, but I was afraid that I would get my hands again. After some time, I felt the salty taste of its lubricant, which stood out very richly, but the mother herself did not restrain herself in groans. I have a member already pulled panties. A few more movements and she already sobbed and stopped. When she got up, she just wished good night and, without dressing, went to the bedroom, and I naturally went to the bathroom, where I took off the tension.

On Sunday morning, as usual, I brewed coffee and brought it to her bedroom, this time she didn’t even hide behind, and remained naked while drinking coffee. Then she went to the bath, leaving from there already in a bathrobe and our day continued as usual on trips and purchases. Only in the evening I approached her, when she stood at the kitchen table, kissed her neck and put her hand under her robe, sweeping over her bare buttocks, but in response received only a resounding slap in the face. By telling me that there is nothing to allow yourself to spare. This moment got confused at all, and I didn’t know what to do next. It seemed to me that after the last evening everything should go like clockwork, but no. Even when they went to bed, she did not come, which made me even more confused. Somewhere in the middle of November, I returned home from training and, going into the house, I saw that mom was walking in thongs in her panties, she had a glass in her hand (it was not difficult to guess that it was Martini Asti), and she was not exactly sober, albeit in a cheerful mood. Of course, I was very surprised, because before this was not. After removing the outerwear, I asked her why she was so dressed, to which she laughed and, pulling off her panties, threw them into the room, asking "That's better." I nodded silently, after which she laughed again and told me that I would get her a bubble bath. Although I was not confused, I still went to the bath and opened the hot water. Mom and walked around the house naked. I can not say that I was not happy. I just managed to change my clothes when I heard the voice of my mother who asked me to bring Martney to her. I rushed to the refrigerator with a bullet, opened a new bottle and went into the bath. Mom was lying in the bathroom as in a movie: a lot of foam, a glass in her hands, legs apart so that only her knees are visible. Having filled her glass, I remained standing, which caused her a new batch of laughter. She told me to leave the bottle and go. Although I would love to stay. She came out of the bathroom already in a bathrobe, steamed, with red cheeks. After watching TV a bit, she went to bed, and again I stayed in the room myself, confused with an excited member and with my desires. She probably also understood this, because as soon as I turned off the light, she immediately called me to her place. When I came to her bedroom, I saw, as I expected, her naked lying on the bed, she invited me to sit down and immediately started a conversation, which apparently had been planned the previous time. Actually, the Martini surplus was intended only for this conversation to take place. I already literally do not remember him, but in general he looked like this: my mother said that what I wanted to take a photo of her naked is very bad and dishonest, because if I see something, then it is normal and part of our families, and photos can be seen by others and crawl gossip; she also said that something happened later was also wrong and they don’t do it and they don’t tell anyone this (it was this phrase that gave me hope that it wasn’t over), but at the same time she hadn’t experienced such an orgasm for a long time, therefore wanted a second time; then she was interested in my opinion on this, well, I naturally said that I wouldn’t tell anyone about it, so I don’t consider it to be something bad and I don’t see any negatives. Apparently this answer made her, because she rose from the bed and sat behind my back. She spoke already quietly, right near my ear, Martini Isty smelled from her, and also passion and debauchery. She said that since we understand each other, we can experiment, because it will not work with others, having received my consent, she added that everything should happen only as she says, but if I try to go against her will, everything will stop, just like if I don’t want something. It turned out mysterious, exciting and interesting. I practically became her intimate slave, and I have no opportunity to change anything. I understood that she would not do me any harm, so I fearlessly agreed to this. My positive answer pleased her and she, hugging me from behind, pressed against my back with bare breasts, her lips were right next to my ear. And the next question is whether I had sex. I answered no. She laughed, saying that she understood this because of my inept caresses. After that, telling me that I would lay down on the bed, sit down on the crouches over my face. This time she did not hurry to cuddle up to me. Showing the finger where the clitoris is, she said that you need to lick it, you can also run the tongue inside, this is also nice, but it’s not necessary to kiss your lips passionately, it doesn't bring any special emotions. She sank below and my tongue and mouth joined together. It is difficult to explain my condition: it is a wild excitement, depravity, the feeling of some mystery and at the same time the desire to continue and continue. I was still afraid to take her in the ass and did not know where to put my hands. Tongue was tired quickly, it can be seen, and she understood it, because she said that you can help yourself with your hands ... This was the first time in my life when my fingers penetrated my pussy. It seemed to me that it was still hot there, which made it possible to appreciate the language. Straight above my face I caressed my mother's pussy with two fingers, stroked my lips, drove my fingers in my hands, and twisted my clit. And judging by the moans she really liked. Now I really wanted that all this happened with the light, to see her in such proximity, to see the caress, to see what she was inside. Then she stopped and leaned back a bit through the panties pressed my cock. She did not like the fact that I was wearing shorts and she told me to take them off. Then she had already moved her hand through my bare, wet and slippery penis, for no reason, without asking me, “Are you masturbating already?” (And I convey the words as they are, for all my mom's culture, in these moments she liked the words stronger). I even felt my face turn red, but I didn’t lie to her, saying that I certainly can. "So what are you suffering, drochi" - were her words. I took my dick in my hand and began to masturbate, while continuing to caress her tongue. I finished earlier, and abundantly and on my stomach. Mom did not notice, she was already close to orgasm. She finished the same way as the previous two times. Only this time, she didn’t go anywhere, but sat down next to me, putting her hand on my stomach and began to smear sperm on my stomach and chest, then her hand dropped below and she stroked my dick, telling me "Who have you got such a hero." I asked what was wrong with my father, in response she laughed and laughed for a long time, through a laugh, saying no, then she sent me to wash and sleep. I already stayed to sleep on my sofa, and I didn’t wear shorts, but lay down naked.

Probably, from this time there was a major turn in my life, when ordinary life turned into an intimate and interesting life. After I got up in the morning, I did not wear panties, and my mother was also in no hurry to dress. My excited dick made her smile, and I had the awareness of a new intimate adventure. It seemed to me that now every evening should we bring something intimate and new, but here I was wrong. Very much depended on the mood of the mother, on her fatigue, menstruation and meetings with Igor. Although the latter was less of a problem, because he did not come so often, so the main thing was only work and fatigue. Although her mother was less shy now, she nevertheless tried not to walk at home, for the rest nothing had changed. It remained only to wait when she wants. And she wanted, probably two weeks later, and this time not in the bedroom and not with the lights off.

ten.

She was in the bathroom and she suddenly wanted wine, naturally I brought it, but this time she did not turn me away and I sat down on the toilet. Drinking wine with her, we chatted, and the conversation gradually came down to intimate moments, not in our life, but in general. Gradually, the foam in the bathroom settled, I added hot water, so we had a lot of time. Falling foam opened her naked body and naturally a member of me got up, well, for her it was visible. Apparently she liked it, because she told me to take off my underpants and come up. I perfectly understood that this is my new erotic adventure.

I took off the pants and with an excited member approached her, while the mother sat down so that my member was almost at the level of her face. I even thought about a blowjob ... but a bit early. She took my dick into a fist, bared the head, and then hid it again under the skin. On her hand she left a lubricant, abundantly distinguished from me. She played with my dick a few more times, then went down with a hand below and picked up the eggs. I liked that feeling. Moreover, it was the first time when someone touched me so much. Plus, all this was done by my mother, and my cock was in front of her face. From this consciousness, I almost finished, the mother felt it, so I squeezed the penis and prevented the early final. Letting go of my dick, she washed the grease from her hand and called me into her bath.

I don’t know how it happens in films, but in fact, in the bathroom of two of them, it’s very close, although the level of excitement reduced all these minuses. A thought flashed through my mind for a minute that hardly any of my friends could sit in the bathroom with my mother like this. And for some reason, immediately a picture appeared in my head, Dimka and his mother Marina are sitting in the bathroom, how between her legs a triangle of hair is darker ... Mom gently massaged my penis with her foot, but I can’t say that it was nice, on the contrary any contact of the head, especially if it was not lubricating, gave unpleasant, even painful sensations, so I was afraid that her foot would slip off and she would put her foot on the head. But fortunately nothing slipped away from her. Then my mother again asked me about my sexual experience. Having heard once again that he is not there, she asked if I had seen a naked girl live. Having received the answer that she knew beforehand, she turned her back to me in the bathroom, saying that now I have a chance to look at everything. Hands, she leaned on the edge of the bath, leaving the ass. I was allowed not only to look, but also to touch, or to be more precise, to caress. By that time I already knew what fisting was, but at that moment I pretended that I had not heard about it, so at first I simply examined, stroked her lips, parted them, twisted my clit, ran my fingers through my anus, stroked my buttocks. She was silent and she seemed to like it very much. Then she asked for two fingers in her pussy, which I dutifully did. I liked to see how the lips open, taking the fingers, and how they reach out as I take out my fingers, as if they don’t want to let them go. Then she asked for three fingers, then four, but five were already painful, so I spread my hand so that all four fingers were in her pussy and the big ones could caress her clit. From her unconcealed moans, I realized that she liked it very much. I had such an unusual feeling: it was crowded, very warm and wet. Because of the narrowness, I couldn’t really feel how it felt inside, but what I saw as my hand moves there, it excited me madly. She asked to drop the gel on her ass and insert a finger there. I gladly squeezed out a little gel between her buttocks and watched him dripping and covering the hole. Having smeared the index finger of my other hand with gel, I stuck it in the anus. An interesting feeling: at first it is tight, and then, as if into emptiness, only a part of the finger remains tight. Her moans became stronger, the ass was set aside even harder, but I really wanted to jerk off at that moment, but there were only two hands. I tried, so that our movements would fall into a rhythm, it seemed to me that it gives her more pleasure. Mom was no longer shy in moans, shuddered, and even sat herself on my fingers. The water in the bathroom was already like in the sea - the waves after the waves, and the mother’s unrestrained moans ... Then I heard the familiar sobbing and her movements began to slow down. I first took a finger out of her priests, and then slowly pulled my hand out of my pussy. She remained standing in that position. The anus quickly took its original form, but the sponge on the pussy was still open. She slowly sat up and turned to me. Her face was red, her hair wet and tousled. Having told me that this is a crazy orgasm, she ordered me to sit on the edge of the bath and masturbate. I myself really wanted this. Sitting opposite her, I took the penis in my hand and, gradually accelerating the pace, I began to drive. For a long time I could not hold and sperm literally shot and flopped in the bath. From the expression on my mother's face, I realized that she liked the result. Having washed in the shower, we did not dress and just naked fell on the sofa to watch telly. Toward midnight, I turned off the TV and did not even notice how we fell asleep. It’s good that the next day was Saturday and we don’t need to hurry anywhere, so we slept well and decided to spend the whole day at home. After what happened in the bath, we decided not to dress already, and so that the standing member did not interfere, I was asked to masturbate right in the morning under the eyes of my mother. But we stayed naked for up to two days, then my mother's friend came, so we had to get dressed, and then some relatives, then others. Already in the evening, left alone, having bathed, already in turn, we did not dress, and remained naked. Just before bedtime, my mother called me to her and offered to start one very frank game. She called her "3 questions." The bottom line was that she asked me three questions (well, of course, what character), and I have to give truthful answers, and of course she will answer the same to my questions. To make it all fair we even threw a coin. The first question was hers.

In principle, I was expecting him: “When I began to spy on her.”

I honestly told what started from the moment when she shaved her pussy. It was a push, first an interest in what it looks like without hair, then excitement and a desire to see again and again.

My first question was: "Why did she shave there?"

It turned out that she was in a bath with her sisters and girlfriends and everyone there shaved, so she decided what was needed. In addition, thin panties on a hairy pussy looked ugly.

Her second question is: “When did I start jerking and jerk off at her.”

I replied that somewhere in 12-13 years I had been doing this all the time, and then I also jerked off at her for the first time, imagining how another man squeezes her, and a little later myself in his role.

My second question: "When was the first sex and with whom?"

The answer even upset me a little, instead of something secretly erotic, it turned out that the first time was a month before the wedding and with my father.

Her third question: "Why did you take a photo?"

And here I was a gossip because I was afraid to tell the true reason and told her that in order to masturbate. But the answer apparently gave her.

My third question: "Why does a house without clothes go around?"

She replied that it was more convenient, they did not press gum, and she thought that she would not be interested in me, that she was used to it.

The limit of questions was exhausted, she stretched out her hand and touched my excited member, running her hand over it, smeared it with grease, and then seemed to let me go and take off the tension and go to bed.

eleven.

Then there were monthly periods, Igor's arrival, and she was not in a good mood, therefore, closer to the middle of December, everything was completely out of place. When I returned home, I found that my mother was taking a bath, she also heard me and called me to her. I, realizing that I would follow this invitation, undressed and went to her, climbed into the bath, then chatted for a long time and not forcedly, after which she, referring to the new manicure, suggested that I wash her. Actually it was not new, so I gladly rubbed her body with gel, paying particular attention to the intimate area, running my hand over the pubis and pussy, felt the stubble under my fingers, probably gave the appearance that he paid attention to it, so after bathing my mother asked me to I shaved her there. Of course, this was to my liking and I happily embarked on this. She sat on the edge of the bath, legs apart, but I took a shaving gel, which made her laugh a lot. I did not know that our procedures are different. It turned out that women have their own machines with a lubricating part and all they need is a gel to smear the pussy a little. I shaved carefully, pushing my lips back, sometimes pulling them off a bit, trying not to cut them. From concentrating, I even lost an erection. After pussy were legs and armpits. Having finished, I was already going to wash the machine, as it turned out that I had missed another important part of the body. Mom got out of the bath, became what is called cancer and spread her buttocks with her hands.Carefully shaving there, I looked at the hole and thought about whether it was painful to engage in anal sex, but for some reason I did not decide. When I finished, it turned out that she wanted to and that I would have been smooth, and since we had a persuasion to fulfill her desires, then I didn’t want to (more precisely in the shower after training, the guys would see that I was a Brit and, rather, in total, questions would follow), but I had to climb into the bathroom and look like my mother, taking my penis in my hand, shave off my hair from the pubis. This moment passed very quickly, but I had to suffer for a long time with the scrotum, and I was afraid that she would cut me there, but fortunately everything was fine. Considering that there were no intimate games in the bathroom, I boldly assumed that everything was ahead, and that was how it happened. Leaving only the TV turned on, my mother lay down on the sofa and asked her to do a massage. Naturally, both of us were naked.I sat on top and began to knead my back. At that time I noticed that the curtains were not closed and I wanted to get up and close, but she said that there was no point, hardly anyone near our windows would sit and watch. I sat on her so that my dick lay on her ass, I liked to rub them, smearing my mother's ass in grease. While doing the massage, I asked her, and what if they were watching her, how would she react. It turned out that it would not have strained it at all, perhaps it could even excite. I moved further and spread my buttocks (I can not explain why, but I really like to push them apart, squeeze them in my hands) and, running my finger over the anus, asked if it was painful during anal sex, and naturally she asked if she was engaged and how it was. She said that in general it hurts, but if you lubricate with a gel, it enters easily, and if there are no cracks or abrasions,that feeling is pleasant. She had the first experience with my father, and even before the wedding, her father strongly wanted, but the mother did not give (why she couldn’t explain herself) and somehow they stayed in the kitchen, but her parents were already asleep and the father again began to molest Well, it has already reached its peak - either sex or a quarrel. He wanted her, and she apparently was afraid, and she herself was excited. Then he offered anal. So mom agreed. But the member entered painfully and tightly, the mother did not want to take it into his mouth, and took the usual oil and smeared the member with his father and his anus. Then easily entered. The father finished earlier, right in the ass, well, and the mother was ashamed to masturbate. Later, when we got married, I used cream if it wasn’t, then my father would lick the ass. This story really turned me on and naturally, and I wanted to caress my ass. Mother was absolutely not against it and I, having parted my buttocks,began to lick tongue anus. I tried to insert it there, but it was difficult to enter it, not that it was in the pussy, but nevertheless the mother was excited and she already wanted something in the ass. I inserted my thumb into the anus and began to move slowly, stroking her pussy with my free fingers. Outside, the anus was slippery, but inside it kept bringing the mother unpleasant sensations. Then she asked me to take the gel. But I jumped out of my head to clarify and I went to the closet, where I took out a tube from under my clothes. This surprised the mother very much (I did not say that I knew about her toys, nor did she tell). It turned out that this secret was no longer a secret. She only asked how long I knew about it, I nodded. After that, she asked me to take a small phalos, saying, "Anyway, everything is already clear." With gel, I smeared her hole, smeared the phalos and gently inserted it in her ass,she breathed deeply and told me not to move too fast and bring her deep. What I did obediently and performed, looking at the flickering light from the TV as he plunges into her mother's ass and how she goes back. “What else do you know?” She asked. I was a little embarrassed, but I answered that I knew that she was playing with toys, saw how she had sex with Igor and her father. It aroused her and she asked to tell what was remembered most of all, as I saw and what I thought. (I’ll note that we don’t select the words at such moments, but most often we express obscenities, which is also easier for me and she likes). I told him that I especially remember how Igor fucked her in the ass on the coffee table, told me where I was sitting and that I really wanted to see it. Of course, I didn’t say this quickly, in the details described above, while my mother was actively twisting her clit with her fingers,then I heard a familiar sob and she stopped. I took out her priests phalos. In a quiet voice, she said she wanted me to jerk off and finish right on the anus. I did not finish off these words a little earlier. Mom, remaining lying on her stomach, spread her buttocks with her hands, telling me to rub her head on the anus. Pressing the head, I slowly moved the skin on the penis, leading the head through the inside of the buttocks, then straight along the anus. I couldn’t tolerate for a long time, and I ended up very richly. Mom let go of the buttocks, I lay down beside her, stroking her back. “Let it dry, then I will wash,” she said, and then we both fell asleep.telling me to rub the head on the anus. Pressing the head, I slowly moved the skin on the penis, leading the head through the inside of the buttocks, then straight along the anus. I couldn’t tolerate for a long time, and I ended up very richly. Mom let go of the buttocks, I lay down beside her, stroking her back. “Let it dry, then I will wash,” she said, and then we both fell asleep.telling me to rub the head on the anus. Pressing the head, I slowly moved the skin on the penis, leading the head through the inside of the buttocks, then straight along the anus. I couldn’t tolerate for a long time, and I ended up very richly. Mom let go of the buttocks, I lay down beside her, stroking her back. “Let it dry, then I will wash,” she said, and then we both fell asleep.

Apparently this moment was another point in these strange relationships, which opened the door to a new, rapidly approaching. And everything seemed to be developing rapidly, but still adhered to some kind of framework established by the mother. Now I often gave her a massage, then toys or tongue caressed her, and she really liked to sit on my face and watch how I lick her. Often she began to ask me to finish between her buttocks or straight to her pussy, while I was allowed to drive with the head both on the anus and on the labia, but it was impossible to enter. We often talked on intimate topics, especially she was interested in how I looked after her, what I saw. I told that I had seen the mothers of my friends and neighbors (having lowered the shower in the village), she liked those moments very much and she even thought about whether my friends saw her or not.But I myself did not know the answer to this question. Weekends were filled with intimacy, and they started on Friday evening in the bath, then again in the house, often even fell asleep together, and in the morning immediately after coffee and the shower continued. And so on until Sunday evening, when nothing was wanted.

At that time I was already actively sitting on one of the porn sites, communicating with many, and getting to know many of them. I understood that what is happening in my home is rather a rarity, because basically there were dreamers. In general, I noticed that I was more interested in adult women than my peers. I didn’t make plans for the future at the time, didn’t know how to proceed further with this, I just wanted more than something depraved, to find out that there really is something like that, like me. And I began to search.

One evening, after heavy snowfall, I began to remove the snow from the shed, having set the stairs, I climbed on it and threw snow into the yard. From the shed, the neighbors' window was clearly visible. Well, where the bot lives and his mother Larissa. While I was resting, I looked out of the window. They still have not curtained the window with curtains, although our fence was high and there was nothing to fear. The light was on in the room, the nerd was sitting on the sofa. Then Aunt Larissa walked past him into the bath, I only saw her from the back, but I saw what I saw. She was dressed only in black pants and all. She walked around the house only in shorts, with a bot. I had previously seen that she was walking naked, but then he was not at home. She came out of the shower already in her bathrobe, so I had nothing more to do on the shed. A new plan appeared in my head - to make friends with a nerd.

12.

It turned out to be not difficult to make friends with the botan, as it turned out he was very good at computers, so one or two things helped, and then our communication began. I called him to visit, then were with him. In general, everything would be fine, but here was the question of how to start a conversation about it. So far I did not know the answer to this question, but I communicated with him, realizing that sooner or later I would figure out how to approach this topic.

In the evening, swimming in the bath with my mother, I told what I saw in the summer and when I was cleaning the snow, then it became a topic for discussion about the likelihood of intimate relations between them, well, or something secret, to the point that I would have fucked her . We didn’t think up how to do this, but the topic very much aroused both of us and light strokes began. Well excited mother suggested trying something new. Well, as suggested. Considering our communication at such moments, she simply said, "I want." Knowing that I could not refuse, I think she planned it ahead. A little distracted and I will explain that everything she offered and did to me were her secret desires, which she could not bring to life with other men, and with me without restraint. And it was very exciting to know that your mother has such depraved fantasies.

So, this time her desire was “golden rain”. I did not even know how to relate to this, for me it became unexpected. But I still lay in the bathroom, and she sat on my dick, I slowly podrachival him, and then warm moisture flowed on him. I can’t say that it excited me, but it didn’t push me away, although my mother apparently enjoyed it. But I did not ask about her feelings. Having washed, we moved to the bed, where, in the usual pose (she squatted over my face), I licked her, and she finished quickly, and then she pulled her cock over her belly.

In general, some moments seemed strange to me: I saw how she did blowjob with pleasure, saw what she liked when I ended up at her, but she rarely touches my dick, not to mention blowjob or sex. Maybe thoughts are material, maybe it just so happened, but the next day, after a shower, we sat naked in the kitchen chatting: I asked her about anal sex, she was talking about my spying. Excitement warmed up brandy. And when it reached the peak, she decided to punish me for my tricks: taking the strap, she told me to lean over the table, and then slapped them several times on the ass. I do not know how anyone, but I was not particularly pleased, and the fallen member was a testament to that. Seeing this, she knelt down (I was still leaning on the table with my back to her) and ran my hand over my penis, after which she kissed me on the scrotum. The member rose again, and she asked, "Did I like to watch her suck?" I replied that yes and again I got on the ass "because the libertine." The member fell again and her hand began to caress him. After he got up she asked which moments I was jerking off. I replied that for anal sex. For which he again received a belt with the words "Mommy's ass have so it burns, and he jerks off on it." Then the belt burned my ass a few more times. And we went to the bedroom, taking gel along the way. But as it turned out, not for her. I was told to become a cancer, after which she liberally smeared my anus and lay under me so that her head was at the level of the penis. I felt her finger entering the anus. I do not know how women are, but I did not feel a pleasant sensation, and at the same time my member fell again, or rather, hung. Immediately I felt hot breath around the head, looking, I saw my mother touching the edge of the head with her lips. I got up again. Her finger almost went out, but then went deeper. The member began to fall again, but his mother's tongue appeared on his way. Light from the TV was enough to see it all. I got up with excitement. Her finger began to move in my ass and the member went down again, but either met with my mother's tongue or lips. I saw that she was masturbating with her free hand and understood by breath that she would soon finish. And so it happened, with the familiar sobbing and arching of the back. She took her finger out of my ass and I finished on her stomach, pubis and labia. I looked at her and saw that her face glitters, only later I realized that she was smeared with grease from my penis.

In the morning everything seemed to be not so fun: the ass was burning, there were traces of a belt on it, and the anus itself was a little sore. It is clear that I informed my mother about this and the whole evening, well, it seemed to me that she regretted that she had punished me severely. After smearing the “injured” parts of the body with the cream, we lay and watched telly together. For no reason, she said that she regretted that she was so carried away and now it hurts me. Of course, I said that everything is fine, that it will pass, that I like to try everything new with it. She then asked me to try, and then I hesitated, and replied that I like everything she comes up with. She smiled and pulled the blanket off of me, lay her head on her stomach and I felt like a member was in her hand. She slowly jerked him off, running her fingers over the head, it seemed to me that I even feel her breath. She said something about the fact that I have a big and resilient, but I did not hear further, but she did not repeat ... my head penetrated into something hot. Mom's head moved toward her arm. Periodically, she took out a member of his mouth and caressed his tongue. I wanted to turn her around, but she said that not yet, she was ashamed if I would see it. When I asked whether to warn, she said she would understand herself. I leaned back on the pillow and, watching her head move, enjoyed the caress. Frankly, it was not long. She felt it too and tightened her lips. I finished right in her mouth, but the member continued to remain there, the feeling that she was sucking the leftovers straight. Still releasing a member from her mouth, she wiped her lips and lay her head on my chest. The realization that my mother had just given me the first blowjob in my life drove the blood to my cheeks. She continued to lie completely naked with her head on her stomach, looking at my pubis and dick. I asked if she wanted to caress, but she refused. After watching telly we fell asleep with her.

After a few days, the flesh that had gone away had healed and it became much easier to feel. Once again, taking a bath together, the mother touched on the topic of the neighbor. And I suggested an option that was already accepted by me as having no alternative — to make friends with a nerd. And considering that the mother planned to go on a couple of days with Igor to rest for the New Year holidays, it was possible to establish communication.

13.

In general, after my 19th birthday, after my mother left, I called the botan to visit. With nothing to do with the burden, we were playing play games, eating chips and stuff, since he was still in school, only I drank beer. Then we went to visit him, then we walked. In general, communication could be considered productive. Even after the arrival of the mother, we continued to visit each other, but there was no special progress, and if to be more specific, it did not exist at all. Yes, I saw through the robe that his mother did not wear a bra, sometimes it even seemed to me that the underwear gum was not visible, I knew that there was no lover that basically worked, but I didn’t know how to get any closer. But he continued communication, hoping that I would still find the right approach.

In the meantime, our games with the mother opened a new moment - mutual oral caress, sometimes in the 69 position, but more often I first, then she. I was extremely excited that she swallows sperm, and I myself tried to collect all the juices of her orgasm. On weekends, we often lay naked in front of the TV set, sometimes watching porn and caressing each other, stopping before an orgasm, so stretching the pleasure. Anal sex was no longer present, but for some reason she was negatively treated to the usual, but she accepted toys with pleasure and I enjoyed looking at how her holes were revealed.

At the same time, I began to actively look for adult women on dating sites for sex. But, what was actually predictable, basically it was only in words.

Before February 23, the mother asked what gift I want. I replied that I wanted to see her sex. She did not even argue and agreed, as soon as Igor came, to have sex in the light. On February 22 he came to visit us, I accordingly quickly “went to bed”, and they retreated to the bedroom closer to midnight. Mother, as promised, left the night light on, and I, hiding near the door, slightly pushed the curtain aside. My viewing began with the fact that my mother was already naked, and Igor took off his pants. Kneeling down, the mother pulled off his pants and, beautifully understanding where I was, turned to me sideways. Igor's member was already standing and she did not hesitate to take it in her mouth. I watched with what passion she gave him a blowjob and could not understand it in reality, or still fraudulently. She sucked the head, licked her tongue, walked the tongue all over his cock, cheering him up. The show itself was gorgeous, but some kind of jealousy about everything that was happening, but not that teenage jealousy, but some kind of male, adult, did not leave me. In the meantime, she released the dick from her mouth and lay down on the bed, legs apart, and it was Igor's turn to caress her. This I have not seen, because before my eyes was only his ass, but fortunately weasel was not long and he, lifting his mother's legs on his shoulders, entered into it. I watched how his penis penetrated inside, how his mother’s lips moved, how light moisture dripping from her pussy between the buttocks. Silent, muffled moans were an addition to the picture. I was waiting for new poses, but Igor continued in this one, then abruptly took out a member from his mother, he moved closer to her and from his movements, I realized that he was now jerking off. Then they became slower and he sank down on the bed. I quietly got up and went to my couch. Five minutes later my mother came out and, coming up to me, squatted down. Sperm was visible on her neck and chest. She put her hand into my pants and, rubbing my pubic sperm, asked if I liked it. I quietly answered that very. And at that moment, for some reason I was very scared that she would want to kiss me, but the realization that just in her mouth was a member of Igor was pushing me away from a kiss. But I was lucky and she got up and went to the bathroom.

When I returned home the next evening, I found my mother walking naked through the house, realizing what kind of a sign it was, I quickly washed myself and went out into the hall. She was already sitting on the armchair, her legs apart and her words: "You know what I want." Served as a signal to action. Kneeling, I began to caress her pussy, while introducing a finger into her ass. By my arrival she was already excited and had finished relatively quickly. I stood in front of her, hoping for a blowjob, but she took the penis in her hand and began to masturbate. At the same time, she asked if I liked what I saw yesterday, to which I naturally received a positive response. Then she said that she really enjoyed having sex with such supervision and finished herself earlier. I watched her hand moving along my penis and how eagerly she looked at the head. “You are not afraid that I could come with a friend, and are you naked here?” I asked her. She thought about it and said that she did not think about it, but this thought very much stirred her very much now. For some reason this thought itself aroused me and the sperm splashed the mother onto the breast.

Washing herself in the bathroom, she voiced her idea: if the nerd cannot be brought up for a conversation, then she needs to be provoked. And then she told what came to her mind. The plan was adopted unanimously and she rewarded me with a “golden rain”, after which I fucked her in the ass with my fingers and so excited we went to bed, where in 69 posture we both reached the next orgasm.

And so the last Saturday of February, I called the botan to fix the mamkin laptop (even though he was not broken, but I just knocked down the settings). Mother at this time went to the bathroom, and after a while I went out for a beer, loudly (as they were persuaded) to slam the door. When he returned, the laptop was already “repaired”, the nurse in the kitchen, and the nerd on edge. We drank beer and decided to go to him, because his mother was still at work. Playing him on the computer, he still told me what had happened (although I knew that already). When I left, after some time my mother came absolutely naked from the bath to the bedroom, she thought there was no one at home and apparently did not expect to see a nerd there. Then she took the robe and left. I said that it happens with us that she comes out naked from the bathroom. He was very surprised by this, asking that "you can see everything." I replied that of course it can be seen. He already spun on the spot, saying that he tried hard when he saw her naked and he was ashamed that she was staring below the belly. I reassured him, saying that everything is normal, there is nothing terrible in it, after which he asked: "Does your walk go naked or what?" He hesitated a little, but the drunk beer untied the tongue and he said that after the bath the mother does not wear shorts and is sometimes visible. It happens that there is no shave, but it happens very smoothly and that my pussy is small, and his lips are big and plump, that even when walking in his underpants, one can see how tight they are; Sometimes he gives her a massage, while she sits and challae is lowered, then sometimes a little ass can be seen; and she also sleeps naked and she has her own candle. As it turned out, she uses her instead of a dildo. Well, in return, I talked about my toys, that I was also naked, even showed me a photo that I had secretly made several times. In general, a start was made.

When I returned home, I found my mother standing in the kitchen, wearing a robe thrown over, but not worn. She only asked if I myself, and when he heard that he had thrown off her robe. “I want to lose my mind,” she said, and leaned on the table, becoming cancer. “Tell me,” she said. And I, wetting the saliva with my thumb, inserted it into her anus. She put her hand under her stomach, began to caress herself with her fingers, and I, introducing my finger to the full depth, told her everything that the nerd told me, while stroking her buttocks, depending on how the hole moved after the finger. When I finished the story, she asked to take out a finger, then she squatted and, continuing to caress herself, asked me to jerk in front of her and finish on her face. It was something new, but very exciting. I took out a member and began to chase him quickly. My excitement was at its peak and soon two streams of semen shot one after another on her face. She still continued to caress herself, and I brought the penis to her face and began to smear sperm on him. A little more and she reached orgasm. She sat on the floor, and I stood with my pants down. There was a smile on her face and she said that it was interesting if all the boys wanted to look at the mother between her legs. My opinion was that most likely it is. After that, we washed ourselves and did not dress anymore, and so we lay down naked to watch telly.

Infrequent blowjob from the mother, masturbation and our sex games woke up in me a lot of emotions and erotic fantasies, I really wanted sex, but this mother was against it. There was some kind of boundary in this relationship, from her side apparently psychological, well, and from my physiological one, moreover, she set both sides. We often went around the house naked, looked at porn together, caressed her in all possible ways, engaged in intimate shaving and erotic massage. She sometimes allowed herself to caress me with her mouth, while almost always swallowing my sperm, but mostly with her hand brought me to the end. Often she wanted to bring everything to the very edge, and she asked me to drag a dick over her pussy lips without entering her, or move over the anus, she liked that I ended up between her buttocks or her pussy, but that’s not full It was.

Thoughts about the neighbor didn’t give me any peace, especially since we’ve talked about these topics frequently, we even decided to save money to buy a micro camera on the radio market that we were going to install in the bathroom.

In general, the desire to have sex prompted me to look for it on a dating site. Most porn sites were just entertainment, no one met and sex was only virtual, but on the Mail dating site, where there is almost no porn, I met a woman who was much older than me. At the time of our acquaintance she was 44 years old, she is a gynecologist from a neighboring town, dyed blonde with a short hairstyle, with wide hips and about 3 breast sizes. I will not name her name and city, so as not to compromise her. Here I will call her Vika. We talked about a month, and already exchanged numbers and communication became more open. In general, after a while she called me to visit, and she herself came to Rostov with me in a steep bright red jeep. We drove to her house. We had dinner with a bottle of wine and stiffness went away by itself. Realizing what everything leads to, she offered to go to the shower, from which I came out already in a terry robe, naturally dressed on a naked body. When she came out in the same clothes there was no sense to postpone. Hugs, starting with a kiss, continued by the fact that both bathrobes fell to the floor, and we were on the bed. I got used to so much that my mother had shaved there, when I lowered my hand between her legs, I was very surprised by the vegetation, but I didn’t show it, but went downstairs, sitting between her spread legs. Her hair on her pussy smelled of gel, and did not interfere with caressing her at all. I got so involved in cunnilingus that she almost came. Quickly wearing a condom, I entered her, and she wrapped her legs around me. My inexperience was compensated by her excitement, so she finished quickly, and then I did. In contrast to how the movie is, she did not lie down and cuddle up to me, but got up and went to the kitchen, returning from there with wine. Her thighs did not seem so wide as it looked in jeans, but nevertheless some cellulite, limp muscles could be seen. The breast without a bodice hung, but all the same excited. After drinking wine, the excitement returned with a new force. Now Vika with her mouth was pleasing me. I can not say she did it better than the mother or worse, most likely differently, she licked him more, and putting in her mouth, just drove her lips over the penis, but, nevertheless, it was very nice. When the member was already a stake, but she got on all fours, and we continued in the pose of cancer. It was unusual to hold such an ass in her hands, which was much larger than that of her mother, but I really liked to fuck in this position, while kneading her breasts or caressing her clit. She arched even harder, dropping her head and shoulders on the pillow, setting her ass down. This posture aroused me and I finished again in gum. Seeing that she had not finished, I inserted all four fingers into her pussy, after which I began to caress her clit with my other hand. Hugging my face to her ass, I began to caress her anus with my tongue. Apparently it all together gave the desired effect and very soon she finished. After that we went to bed. In the morning, after a shower, I found Vika in the kitchen naked, preparing breakfast. I didn’t need to say anything, and, kneeling before her, I began to caress her pussy again, but she put her foot on the chair and enjoyed it. After that, having supported her on the same chair, I took her from behind. After breakfast, she drove me home.

14.

Despite the fact that I tried what real sex is, it did not change my desire and desire. As soon as the ground dried out after the winter, I suggested the botan to look after the mothers. And so that he is not afraid, the first thing for mine. I didn’t say anything to her, deliberately leaving the curtains in the hall open, said that I would go for a walk and, together with the botan, hid in lilac bushes against windows. We did not have to wait long, because the mother almost immediately went to the bathroom, and after half an hour she already went naked through the house. I was wildly excited that the bot sees her naked, which then will masturbate on it. And the cool thing was that I knew that he would not tell anyone exactly. And at the same time I was afraid that he could even look at me and see what was not needed. After that, I began to close the curtains at home, just in case. But for his mother had to look for a long time, and only on Saturday evening it turned out to see how she, while in the kitchen, took off her bathrobe, under which there was nothing and went into the bath. In addition to her ass, I did not see anything, but it was enough for me to masturbate at night. That same evening, the bot told me in secret that the last few days she was sleeping naked and in the morning often without a blanket. I really wanted to see it, but he refused to take a photo.

During the spring, I met Vika a couple of times, then apparently she satisfied her appetite and our communication disappeared. By the way, every time she warmed me with money, so by the spring we had enough money for the camera. On the radio market in Rostov, the bot bought a camera and very skillfully inserted it into a bottle of shampoo. The first one to be watched was my mother. Having settled in the bath, we on the tablet watched her bathe. For me, of course, not the first time and see her naked, her shaving and masturbation, but this made a strong impression on the nerd. But it was possible to install the bottle on the top shelf, otherwise it was not visible, so it looked almost like from surveillance cameras. The next day, it was already installed at his home, right at the level of the bath. And the evening brought tangible bonuses. And both me and the nerd. As his mother undressed, he could not be seen, but when she entered the bath and lay down in her, we could freely admire her breasts, which so slightly spread out on the sides. But when she washed her hair, even a nerd could not cope with emotions. She became a cancer in the bathroom just in front of the camera. I have never seen such labia: It is not enough that they were large, many times larger than mine and even Vika, it feels like they would take the whole hand. So they were also very close to the anus. Lesser chaff lips were noticeably different lengths. I even imagined how to lick her. We watched as she washes them and nearly finished.

But to see more was not given to us: during the cleaning, Aunt Larisa threw away the “empty” bottle. Although we rummaged through the entire trash bin, we could not find it. Since then, I have become literally obsessed with the desire of a neighbor.

I became a private guest at their home, became strongly friends with the botan, it was not rare that I helped them in something and, probably, by the middle of summer I was almost “mine”. Several times, she herself asked me for help and I was happy to help. At the same time, I certainly told my mother about my desire and she came up with a plan. But the essence was tricky and simple at the same time: I had to say that modern girls are stupid, more interesting with older ones, periodically treat them with wine and lead conversations along the same lines.

I will not describe every day what happened and how, I will go straight to August 1. On this day, my mother went to the village, and I, remaining at home, asked Aunt Larissa to help me bake the meat, saying that I want my mother to make a surprise. While she was helping, we drank a bottle of wine, then there was my mother's favorite Martini Asti, then my turn came to cognac, after which the relationship became closer. But it turned out that she, having already gotten the meat out of the oven, was about to leave, and I suggested to finish the brandy ... on brotherhood. She laughed, but said she hadn't drunk like that for a long time. But when they drank and everything had to hold a light kiss, I kissed her passionately. She did not push me away, but gave me the opportunity to embrace her in my arms. My cock rested on her leg, and with my hands, I caressed her buttocks. I began kissing down her neck, trying to unfasten her bodice. But at that moment she stopped me, and without saying anything, she left. I was worried for a long time that I had done something wrong, and in the evening I still wrote her a message and she answered surprisingly. We have some time still corresponded on abstract topics, without affecting today's. A few days later I came to visit them and everything was as before, even without a hint of those kisses. Only, it seemed to me, her eyes were burning. I decided that this was a signal for action, but for what I did not know. Therefore, for about a week, I just hesitated, periodically corresponding with it in social networks. I could no longer drag her to my house, and I understood this perfectly well, and there was always a nerd. The only way out was when the bot went to the tutor, but I didn’t know what to do or how to behave at that moment. Having decided that I would try, I took a moment when the bot left and went to visit them. I did not find any excuse, I just bought sweets and asked for tea. To my surprise, Aunt Larissa was not against and I was at her house, we even drank tea, chatting on various topics, but when she began to wash the cups, I approached and hugged her from behind, starting to kiss her neck, clasping my hands on the waist. She did not push me away, but she did not give in to my arms, but somehow stopped. Running my hand over my hips, I felt that she was in her underpants and decided that somehow it would be wrong and it wouldn’t be convenient to climb into them, so I pulled my hands up and stopped them on my chest. Through the robe felt that she without a bra and that the nipples react to my touch. Then I opened my dressing gown and in two hands I took her breast - soft but heavy, with even tan (then the thought slipped through my head that she was sunbathing somewhere with bare breasts). The nipples immediately reacted to my fingers, and her breathing increased. I continued kissing her neck, kneading her chest, and then she jumped out of my arms, saying that my son would be back soon. I understood that she was not against sex, but something was stopping her, so I began to communicate more with her by correspondence, write complements, and so on. By the end of next week, I learned that the nerd was leaving on Saturday for my grandmother, and would be back closer to ten in the evening. I, taking the opportunity, asked for tea. I came to her around 5 o'clock in the evening, and after she closed the door on the lock, I realized that today everything will be. The curtains in the bedroom were closed and there was a twilight, and from the light it seemed even darker. She immediately took me there and threw off her robe. Under him she was completely naked and I immediately pulled her to me and began to kiss, while undressing myself. And now my cock rested against her belly. I knelt before her and began kissing her crotch, squeezing her buttocks with her hands. Lifting her leg and putting it on the edge of the bed, I wanted to lick it, it turned out that unlike the mother, her pussy was much closer to the anus (the distance is probably less than a finger) and I really could not fit and sit. No longer tormented, I put her on the bed and she lifted her legs, pushing them apart and holding them under her knees. I did not keep myself waiting and literally dived between her legs. Her lips were significantly larger than those of her mother, and it turned out that, trying to stick her tongue deeper, they completely covered my mouth and nose, that even breathing was difficult. If my mother, I could hug both lips with my mouth, then here I could do so with only one lip. I tried to caress the tongue and the clitoris, and the anus, squeezing the hands of her hips. She herself moaned without embarrassment, at the top of her voice, and I could not understand whether this was actually the case, or specifically, because my mother behaved much quieter. Wearing a gum, I entered her, in the same position that she was lying. The rubber band did not allow to fully feel it, but it seemed to me that it was not elastic, but it still flowed strongly, I heard it squish. I kissed her passionately holding her to the bed, she squeezed my shoulders tightly and howled. It was unusual and, on the one hand, it aroused strongly, but on the other, it was somehow wild. I even sometimes felt that the excitement disappears, but immediately recalled her lips and immediately strained. I raised myself on her and she no longer restrained herself, moaning loudly, biting her lower lip. Constantly repeating "come on, come on, come on." I felt like she was trembling and began to reproach the tempo, I really wanted to finish with her, but having driven away very much I had finished earlier, but kept moving and after a little she also finished. I immediately got out of it so that the gum did not slip off, and looked at the pussy. Now I understood what a fucked up is. The labia majora were fully opened and seemed to lie on the side, the small lips also did not converge and a white liquid flowed from them, between the buttocks and so that the sheet under it was wet. I lay down and laid my hand on her stomach. We just lay and were silent. It became dark outside, she got up and went to the bath, and when she returned, it was my turn. Returning, I found her still naked. I lay down next to and felt how her hand took my dick, and then how it enters her mouth. It is clear that I immediately got up. I felt that she caressed him, while comparing with the blowjob mother. It seemed to me that she was the one who immersed him in her mouth and licked her head, while she was most likely getting high on her own than she felt me. I realized that from such a blowjob, I just did not finish. Taking her ass, I pulled to her. She understood this and threw a leg over me. Now we were in position 69. I again had an association about immersion in it, after a while it began to flow and I liked it very much, I tried to collect all the moisture with my lips. Probably about 10 minutes later her mouth was tired, because she had just started to caress him with her hand. In general, she became a cancer, and I, wearing a gum, went into it. Her ass was soft to the touch and it was very nice to cuddle, I wanted to see it all, but they were almost in complete darkness, so I mostly studied it with my hands. This act was in one position and lasted longer than the first. In general, we dispersed around 9 pm. And about 11 pm I wrote a bot about the fact that the mother most likely had someone - he found a gum bin.

Intimate relations with the mother (without sex) we happened almost every day, probably due to the fact that at home we used to walk naked, but her romance ended. Why I did not ask. But over time, due to frequent intima, we noticed that the sharpness of sensations begins to be lost. We have included in our program viewing porn relevant category, stories and photos. It is a bit renewed. They also excited my stories about my sex on the side, about the life of the nerd and his mother (I told absolutely everything except the camera and peeping behind it). And during this time addicted to fisting (it is natural).

Mother nerd (I so nice to call her than by name) I managed to fuck a few more times. Everything was basically the same type and happened with them. And then my mother and I went to the sea. It was the beginning of the velvet season and out of habit we went to Anapa to aunt Tamara. There was just time to see Vitalka before his departure. On the way to Anapa, and we were driving in our car, there was nothing interesting, but Aunt Tamara changed everything, and in an unusual way. She made a new renovation in the house, and it turned out that the room in which we lived with our mother, and which went out into the garden and the sea, lost its walls. Almost everyone, now there were plastic windows lined with captivity, well, so that it was not visible from the street, but the bed remained alone, but I was given an inflatable mattress. Naturally, on the first evening there were stormy discussions about how anyone is doing and what's new. Fortunately, we didn’t need it, because Vitalka and I went into the house: we had other topics for discussion.

Oddly enough, but both of us could not start a conversation on a topic that concerns us. Both understood that they wanted to talk only about this, but somehow the conversation was not going on. I don’t know how Vitalka, but for my part I didn’t know what can be told and what is not, I couldn’t have decided more precisely what to tell him. It’s clear that I wouldn’t talk about intimacy, but it’s never occurred to me to say something piquant. Yes, and he, it seemed to me, did not know where to start either. As a result, the conversation did not last long. But when we started making plans the next day (and we naturally decided to go look at the nudist beach), the conversation itself approached the cherished topic. From my own time, I didn’t say anything special except what I’m looking at as she shaves, that when I’m not at home, I can walk naked and so on. He also said that his mother, too, for the time he studied and did not live with them, relaxed very much: he slept naked, often wore clothes, and practically did not wear him under shorts and a long skirt.

Considering that the time was later, I decided that the beginning of communication was again necessary and decided to go to sleep. Mother came at night and instead of bed, she lay down with me on the mattress. There were no games that night. In the morning Vitalka and I moved to the beach. Neither he nor my mother went, so we just looked at other people's women. So, lying in the bushes and transferring binoculars from one to another. The first was open Vitalik. He told me that he had found a video of a swing meeting in the summer of parents on the laptop. It turns out his parents are dating a couple, about their age (Vitalka does not know them). Naturally, this was all in the non-resort period, and of course he downloaded this video. He so enthusiastically talked about how everything can be seen that my member stood like an iron. But when I started telling that it wasn’t very comfortable to sleep on the couch in the house, and it’s not rare that I’m sleeping with my mother (I thought up a little about the sofa) and that she’s not shy when I’d already be naked, he didn’t believe it. At the same time there was a question about how to prove it. I understood that now it would be very difficult and, to put it mildly, pale yellow, but in return he promised me to show porn to parents.

In general, we agreed that he would look out of the garden (when the light is on in our room, everything can be seen well), and after making sure, he will show me porn. I did not know how to present this to my mother, especially since she understood that everything is visible and is unlikely to undress by the light. In the afternoon we returned and, finding the mother in our room, decided to immediately start a conversation about it. At home I told her about how we looked in the summer, that Vitalka showed me a photo of his naked mother, so I immediately went over to the main thing. I told her that Vitalka had downloaded porn from a swing meeting of their parents, but in order to see, one condition had to be fulfilled. Then I told her what the condition was and why he knew about it. This brought her into some confusion and I was already expecting and scolding, and I was not happy with what I said. After silence, she clarified what I said, well, and actually the goal is to see the porn of his parents. I nodded silently. After that, she said that in principle it would be fun if her nephew would spy on such a “not very depraved” secret, but I will have to have her wish. Of course, I agreed. Already closer to midnight we all went to bed. As was persuaded, Vitalka went to the garden (we agreed that there would be no shooting, well, he would not throw off the video either, but he would tell me), and we went to our room. Then the mother went to the shower, and when she returned, she closed the door and "we started an unforced conversation." More precisely from the side, he looked so. And in fact, the mother told me that it was even fun, sharpens the senses and that when we go to bed with me kuni. While she walked around the room, laying out things, she came to the conclusion that there was even some kind of zest in this. After that, she took off her T-shirt, exposing her chest, went to the window and hung it on a chair, after which, turning her back to me, she took off her shorts, which were nothing. So naked, she continued to walk around the room, while sometimes bending down and picking up something from the floor, so that she turned her back on the window and towards me. I really liked this "game." Then there was an impromptu from her: she pretended to have stabbed her leg with something, sat on the bed and asked me to examine her sole. It is clear that she stretched her leg to me, shamelessly placing them. I understood that Acne also saw all this, so I carefully examined my foot, even pretended as if I had taken something out of the sole, after which she lay down in bed, and I turned off the light and illuminating myself with a flashlight on my phone (so that Vitalik could see ) went to bed. Lying in bed, I put my hand between her legs and felt that it was wet. It was not necessary to ask, I already understood that she was excited. Slipping under a blanket with my head, I immediately began to make her kuni, and in order to finish quickly I inserted a finger into my ass.

The next morning, in the eyes of Vitalik, I saw that he really enjoyed the evening show. We quickly sped away from home to the beach, taking the tablet with us. On the way, he constantly asked if I touched her, if I slept naked, how it all began, if I consider her pussy, and so on. It's over, I hid some of the answers, and those that are not very secret told.

Hiding in the bushes, we began to watch porn of his parents. The second pair neither he nor I knew. Well, a particularly sexy woman did not seem to me, probably because of the clearly visible cellulite on the abdomen and hips. But the fact that Vitalka's parents appear in this video I really liked. I already saw naked Tamara, the video of the blowjob and Cooney was not impressed, but I really liked the close plan as a member of her pussy. I liked how to stretch and move her lips, how she moans, how juice stands out. But the bomb itself was when it was smashed into two trunks. And it was all a close-up, with moans, sighs. I almost finished my pants. We reviewed this video three more times, until the pants got wet and we decided not to go swimming. Of course, I saw my sex, and even then there was not something amazing, but the waters of double penetration impressed me a lot. It’s probably not even it, but what I knew and saw who was fucking so much that in the evening I sat in front of her, I remembered the video and knew how depraved my aunt was.

At night, lying in bed, I told my mother about the video, resting a member on her ass. I wanted to insert crazy, but this did not happen. Instead, we went into position 69 and finished the evening with a quick caress: I put a finger in her ass while fondling her with my tongue, and she helped herself with her blowjob. In general, finished in her mouth, she swallowed, as there was nowhere to spit. After that we went to bed.

15.

We stayed at sea for two more days and decided to go home. Mother in her characteristic tradition dressed very lightly: a sundress long to the middle of the thigh and everything, no bra, no panties, the sundress itself was very light and thin, not only was it shining in the light, it was already visible from two meters, that she was without panties, it was clear that there was a hollow between the buttocks, it was clear breasts and nipples, and of course pubis. It is clear that this did not go unnoticed by Vitalka. We said goodbye and went home. On the way, we talked a lot and as a result, the conversations came to the conclusion that Vitalka was watching, about Tamara’s porn, about how my mother saw the nerd naked, about his mother and what he was looking at. Of course the conversation went and mother's sundress. As it turned out, she specifically chose this style and material so as not to wear underwear. First of all it was intended to tease Vitalka and his father. She admitted that she began to excite her, well, what her naked body could be seen, that she was being watched, and then I offered to call at the nearest supermarket and take a walk there, make an impression. She really liked this idea. Therefore, we stopped at the nearest Magnit hypermarket in Krasnodar and went for a walk, so to speak, on the lung. Good lighting allowed her to show herself in full beauty. It was fun to watch how "exemplary" husbands secretly from their wives try to come closer, because then the sundress is more transparent, and the mother at that time also bent to look at some product from the bottom shelf. Of course, to look under the skirt it was necessary to sit down and it would look very clear, but even without this, the mother standing in fact “cancer”, with a pressed sundress and clearly visible buttress apart, made an impression. Of course, all eyes were directed at her, and, considering that we were still talking to her, while I called her "mother", I can imagine what thoughts were in the minds of visitors. Of course, this could not but excite, so after the “Magnit” we drove off probably only a couple of kilometers and, stopping at the curb, she said that she could not bear it any longer and, throwing back the seat, raised the sundress and asked to caress her. It was very unusual, the place is not ordinary, passing cars, in general, not "at home", but her desire is the law. Therefore, inserting a finger into her ass, I began to lick and wet my pussy without my tongue. Pretty quickly, she finished, then, pulling off my shorts, took in my mouth my dick.I, too, was madly excited and stayed for a long time, ending in her mouth. She opened the door, spat on the ground, and then we drove on, cheerfully discussing the views and thoughts of Magnit’s visitors. For the rest of the way, we occasionally recalled this situation and, by the way, she excited her as much as I did.

After returning home, we again repeated the caress in posture 69 and went to sleep, the next day she needed to go to work, and I, taking advantage of the fact that she was not at home, invited aunt Larissa, who did not even deny, and after half an hour me at home Looking ahead, I would say that I liked her time distribution very much in her: there were no long conversations before and after sex, she didn’t need to talk to him, everything was clear - she knew why she was going (well, or I to her) and there are other things after that. So this time she came only in a dressing gown, dressed on a naked body, after a shower, smooth and ready. Having fallen on my sofa, we didn’t caress each other for a long time in the 69 position, after which it became a cancer and I, putting on the elastic band, fucked it in the same position. Then, sitting naked in the kitchen, we drank coffee (she had a little more time, well, we both wanted to have sex again). Our conversation smoothly turned to the topic of anal sex, and she told me that it would be possible to do, but without smear, unpleasant painful sensations. This question was resolved in three accounts - I borrowed lubrication from my mother. And now Aunt Larissa was lying on a table on her back, with her legs raised, and I gently lubricated her anus and my penis, dressed in gum. It was not particularly easy to enter it - the hole was tight, and she could not relax her, but after I entered, I took her legs on my shoulders and began to watch me go into her ass, while she hand caresses the clitoris.

I can not convey the conversation exactly, but the point was that if there was no gel at hand, then it is not known when there would be an opportunity for this again, then she asked where I knew where my mother kept the gel. I told how I found that even earlier I found both gel and her toys in my underwear. Then the conversation smoothly flowed into the mainstream of the fact that, living together, you can’t hide anything, which happens that the children see the intimate side of their parents' lives. I told him, of course, he also saw his mother naked, that she was sleeping naked, that she went home without clothes, sometimes in the summer and didn’t wear shorts on the street, that I heard even moans, well, of course I didn’t tell much. At the same time aunt Larissa voiced the idea, and did her son see her intimate life? I said that I didn’t know, but if I could suddenly raise this topic in a conversation, I’ll ask. At the same time he decided to develop this topic in terms of "and if he saw ...". Her attitude to this was twofold: on the one hand, the moral principles of society made taboos out of all this, but on the other hand it was not something shameful, because in fact, if they did not hide these parts of the body, then no one would react to it So. She admitted the thought that she could also make unintentional "lights" or the bot could spy something, but this did not frighten her, but I did not see any kind of enthusiasm or excitement. Most likely I would describe it with the word "interest." Considering that all this conversation took place during anal sex (in which I could not finish for long, because there is no close contact of the head), then I ended up more likely from excitement. After that, we quickly washed ourselves and she already had plans for the rest of the day, so we said goodbye and she went home.

Later I often had sex with her and gradually we began to distantly resemble lovers with something. A strange feeling when you do not seem to need to look, everything is at hand, but still the desire for something new. With all this, I continued to register on dating sites, looking for new emotions and sensations for myself, but either my age was a hindrance, or I ran across fakes and there was no progress. I began to notice that sex with my aunt Larisa, intimate games with my mother stopped giving such emotions that were in the beginning. At home, my mother and I were quietly naked, bathed and slept together, but that mad erection at the sight of her naked body was no longer there, although in our intimate games there was still a light. But the mother, as an experienced woman, quickly felt that the situation had changed and decided to diversify our sex a little. Now not only was she dominant, but I could show my will. Moreover, we also had games with tying, fisting, with elements of BDSM, beautiful linen and role-playing games. I never thought that getting into a role was so interesting and exciting, especially when I tied it to a sofa or kitchen table, bringing it to distraction with caress and toys. She, to my surprise, was very fond of caressing my anus with my tongue, translating caresses to blowjob and back. At this time, I had a strong desire to fuck her, and maybe even finish her. From this member, I got up in a jiffy. And the farther, the desire was stronger and stronger. I didn’t tell her about it, because I knew the answer beforehand, but I didn’t know how long I could, although I understood that everything leads to this and, in fact, we had incest, even despite the absence of classical sex.

I suffered until November. In our next game, I put it on my back on the kitchen table, tied my arms and legs, after which it was the turn of long caress and toys. Gradually bringing her almost to orgasm, I stopped, and then started again, I knew that she liked this helplessness, saw her pussy flowing, how her pillow got wet, knew that she was on the verge. Once again, stopping, I approached her and began to drive a member of the lips. She caressed him and I watched my lubricant stretch across her lips. I saw it before that time, but at that time I myself did not even understand what had excited me so much. When she licked my head completely, I went back to her pussy, I watched how the moisture ran down her lips, how wet it was between the buttocks. Leaning my cock against her pussy, I began to drive her head, rubbing moisture, I saw her shaking, felt the heat of her swollen lips. In general, I myself did not realize that moment when I entered it. She even cried out in surprise. I saw her look - scared, dumbfounded, some kind of wild and mad. She tried to free herself, but was tied tightly. Among the escaping groans I heard the crumpled phrases “What are you?”, “Don't”, “Go out”, but it was late, I didn’t want to stop and entered it with sharp and quick movements. Perhaps it was the final crossing over the edge, because I no longer controlled myself, and she stopped biting her lip and groaning, and perhaps screaming, glaring at the table with her nails. Of course, given the degree of excitement, we did not last long, and I, without taking out a member, finished it. Then there was a silent pause: I took out the member and watched how the sperm flowed out of her pussy, being afraid to look into her eyes. She asked to untie, then went into the bath, and I stayed in the kitchen.

It is difficult to describe the emotions that I had at that time. But most likely fear prevailed. The fear of the fact that everything could end with us with her was still a shame (although I can not understand from what exactly), and the very expectation was disturbing. The time that she was in the bathroom seemed to me like an eternity. When the door opened, it hit me like a current — I did not know what to expect. Or rather, I understood that there would be a scandal or a scandal.

She came out naked and sat next to me. The only thing she said was to be taken out, but now she will have to drink pills in order not to fly. We sat and were silent, then she said that I should go to wash and have to go to bed.

Coming out of the bathroom, I saw that she was also sitting in the kitchen, also naked, with tousled hair and a little dumbfounded. When I approached her, turning over the words that should be said in my head, I said only that I had not been better. She smiled, stroked a member of the hand and asked: "Am I ready again?" Without answering anything, I sat down and spread her legs, threw them on my shoulders, pressing my lips to the place where my cock was a few minutes ago. I licked with such wild excitement that she began to moan even earlier than usual. Having picked her up, I carried her into the bedroom and, having decided that there were enough games and caresses, I threw her legs on my shoulders and entered her. This sex was already longer than the first, we managed to continue in the pose of cancer, and sitting, and I finished already when she was on top. She did not even go to wash, but just lay down next, I hugged her and we fell asleep.

We overcame the last obstacle, realizing for ourselves that now it is also part of our life and having only persuaded us not to stop at it. And our intimate life began to play with new colors.

sixteen.

Having had full-fledged sex with my mother, there was still some kind of thirst for new intimate adventures inside, and I continued to surf the dating sites in search of a sexual partner. And at the end of December, he met a girl (or a woman, since at 33 she was married for the third time, had four children) from a city not far from Rostov-on-Don (I don’t want to name the city, since it is small and the opportunity to know it is still there). I do not know her real name, but she called herself Lisa. She was not scared of my age (and I was already 20), even by correspondence it seemed to me that it gets her, so I immediately began to incline the conversation to the fact that I have very little experience in sex and cognition is mostly theoretical. But the main thing was waiting for me to come: she did not want to come to Rostov-on-Don, referring to her children, her work, her husband; I did not want to go to the sauna or the hotel, because I was afraid that they would see her, but offered me a meeting in the car. I had no such experience yet, and, considering that I am not of small stature, I didn’t imagine how to have sex in the car, but if there was no alternative, I agreed. Taking a car from my friend, I went to visit her. They agreed to meet on Monday (so I had to walk the university) at one of the sites. Given that the pictures she laid out were faceless, I had some excitement while waiting for the meeting, I was afraid that she would be scary. But, fortunately, she was ordinary, even a little cute. Leaving my car, I moved into her Chevrolet Niva and drove somewhere in the direction of the edge of the city. We stopped in some kind of afforestation near the field. While driving, I managed to notice that the car was only washed and washed thoroughly. Lisa did not turn off the engine, but rather made the stove in the car to the maximum. Initially, I had a strange impression about her - a selfish person, with far-fetched business self-esteem, a clearly exaggerated opinion about his indispensability and the "vamp" of "woman". It was decided without kisses and the rest of the loss of time, so get undressed quickly and moved to the back seat. It was not very convenient, but unusual, from this exciting. Plus, in my opinion, Lisa had an attractive body: her chest was tired 2, and maybe a triad, a small tummy with traces of cesarean section, a smoothly shaved pubis and legs. It was evident that she was preparing (although in the last photos she had a strip of pubic hair). Liza did not think to be shy, immediately spreading her legs and leaning on the car door. There was no need to tell me, and I, kneeling on the floor of the car, pressed my lips to her pussy. The pleasant smell of some gel gave me activity and desire. Pretty quickly she moaned, and her pussy filled with a salty taste. Five minutes later, when the tongue was already tired of doing its job, I pulled away from the kuni and sat down, waiting for the response caress, but Lisa refused to give a blowjob, putting a condom on my member, sat on top. At that moment I felt straight how the head rested against something. Liza felt the same, pressing closer to me. Taking her buttocks, I ran my index finger into her anus, I understood that she liked it, because she skipped quickly, and very loudly (and it seemed to me that mock) moaned, but nevertheless I liked it very much and from the tremor of her body, I realized that she was about to finish. And I stopped restraining myself, and after it filled the gum with sperm. She got up, took out the napkins and began to wipe the crotch, after which she sat down, leaning on the car door, still spreading her legs. Throwing out the gum and napkins, I sat down opposite her. But our further conversation led me to the idea that with Liza’s head there is a little bit of “plus” to this a considerable intimate experience and, as a result, “non-joking”.

I don’t remember exactly the conversation, so I’ll just describe its essence.

The first was her question whether the adult aunt (that’s what she said to the “adult aunt”) liked to lick; Do I like to look at her pussy; Is she better fucking than younger ones? Of course, in order not to kill the intrigue, I said everything that she wanted to hear. And then she began to talk about her life. And I did not ask for anything, but in her story there were notes of pride, pseudo-compassion, vanity and some kind of incomprehensible boasting.

She lost her virginity with a classmate after the prom, whom she had lost a bet (and I did not understand the essence of the dispute). Then she went to study and met her husband, from whom she flew before the wedding. She first had anal sex with him, took it in her mouth, practiced pornofoto (which they forgot on the table and friends saw it), after the birth of the child they lived a little, he was unsuitable for life, and she decided to divorce him. Then she wanted to stir up with his friend, but after giving it to him, she decided that he was too quick in sex and did not fit. Then there was communication with the guys, two of whom fucked her on the river, first in turns, and then together, and one later married her, and she immediately gave birth to him, then gave birth to another one. All relatives and friends were against her and she divorced him. Then she had a series of love affairs with married people, including her husband's friend who caught them and Lisa beat her, and she turned to the police. Then she married a guy from work, and gave birth to him. Now they live in treshka, while in sex they need to restrain themselves, but she lacks emotions. And all this was further enhanced by the details of some acts, tastes, smells, mate, and the position of the guys "who fucked, and in strontium, no gifts, no help." Probably from this time it occurred to me to give them all the capacious nicknames that characterize their essence. I called this lady “Selfish Dreamer”.

This meeting left me with a very double impression, and if you think about it, I would not want to repeat it.Probably a prejudice or stereotype worked, but I didn’t look for more girls of that age, switching to older women. There, of course, many, seeing my age, immediately prescribed me a pass by, and there were most of them.

During this time, our sex with the mother has evolved from sex into some kind of ritual: we did not just fuck her, and this was mixed with erotic games, watching porn together, erotic clothes and linen, a shared bathroom with wine, toys and gels. Our sex became more mature or something, I do not know how to properly describe it. Although the ideas quickly disappeared, we did not know how to encourage our emotions.

One evening, taking a bath together, I remembered how she walked around the supermarket in Krasnodar without panties, and how it aroused both. Of course, it would be absurd to repeat all this in Rostov, because at least the city has a million, but as luck would have it, someone from your friends will meet, and there are rumors, gossip. Well, here at home, no one forbids playing this way, especially since the nerd was at hand, who had already seen my mother, but he would hardly have refused more. The rest of the evening was devoted to building plans for the "show."

The next evening, as agreed, I called the botan to visit even before the arrival of the mother. As usual, we took a beer and sat down to play in the playtation. When she arrived, as agreed, she asked me to make coffee. I went to the kitchen, and the bot remained in the hall. Then the mother, standing opposite the pierum, through which the bedroom is clearly visible from the room, undressed. I knew that under her skirt she did not have panties, and also that, having undressed, she would begin to search for her T-shirt for a long time, and then put it on her naked body. But the nerd did not know this and once again contemplated naked my mother. Then she went to the shower, and I came back and continued to play. Mother after the shower decided to clean the house a little and naturally bent over so that her pussy was visible. Then there was tea, at the drinking of which she purposely dropped the spoon, and the botan bent under the table to raise it,and of course I saw her legs apart. And the final chord was my trip to the toilet, and she asked the botan to hold the chair while she adjusted the curtain (when she’s in this t-shirt she is pulling up, then the t-shirt is so bulging, and here’s the head of the botan at her butt ... In general, only bot I went home, she was already naked and without talking, pulling my shorts off into my mouth. A couple of minutes later she was standing in the kitchen, leaning on the table, and I had her without an elastic band. I didn’t finish it, but all that piled up, splashed out on her back.pulling off my shorts in my mouth. A few minutes later she was standing in the kitchen, leaning on the table, and I had it without gum. I did not stop at her, but everything that had accumulated spilled out onto her back.pulling off my shorts in my mouth. A few minutes later she was standing in the kitchen, leaning on the table, and I had it without gum. I did not stop at her, but everything that had accumulated spilled out onto her back.

This harmless intimate game for a long time warmed up our relationship. We rarely discussed this, the mother shared memories and emotions, while very quickly she began to get excited from these conversations.

And in March there was a very unexpected meeting. More precisely not a meeting, but a call. Vika (well, the one that the gynecologist) called me and asked if I wanted (and here literally) “the pleasure of turning it into rubles.” As a result of the conversation, I realized that her friend wants sex with a young guy and is ready to reward me for it. I decided that there was nothing bad and of course I agreed.

Arriving at this lady's house, (out of habit, I began to give them nicknames, this one called “Orator” - for what she said loudly, she pronounced the words clearly and constructed the sentences so that they sounded like a statement, something like as a teacher, she explains to the students at the lessons), and her name was Lyudmila (I don’t change my name), I was immediately very warmly received. As in the Russian fairy tale - fed and fed. And very good. And then, as in a fairy tale, it was necessary to bathe and put to bed. I could not catch the exact age of Luda, my assumptions ranged from 40 to 50 years. Bleached hair, well-groomed hands, modern clothes, but at the same time, the manner of communication, more like an indication or moralizing. In the shower, I went first, going wrapped in a robe, I waited for her. During this time I managed to inspect the house: very cozy, not huge, clean and renovated,made with good taste. On the furniture wall, I saw photos of children - a boy and a girl, most likely the same age and about my age. Then Luda came out of the bath, without a bathrobe or towel - absolutely naked. By the way, her body didn’t shed any clarity on her age: breast, about 2-3, tired, with protruding nipples; almost no tummy, but still visible traces of age, but the buttocks and legs without cellulite, blue stars and stretch marks; pubis and legs thoroughly shaved; body tan on the swimsuit (apparently not so long ago was somewhere on the seas).almost no tummy, but still visible traces of age, but the buttocks and legs without cellulite, blue stars and stretch marks; pubis and legs thoroughly shaved; body tan on the swimsuit (apparently not so long ago was somewhere on the seas).almost no tummy, but still visible traces of age, but the buttocks and legs without cellulite, blue stars and stretch marks; pubis and legs thoroughly shaved; body tan on the swimsuit (apparently not so long ago was somewhere on the seas).

I threw off the robe and went after her into the bedroom. Where a member of mine was immediately in the mouth of Luda and did not leave him until he finished. Then came the 10-minute weasel on my part, after which, in the 69 posture, people took measures to restore erection, and were very productive. Wearing a condom on my penis, she sat on top, leaning over me, so that in the rhythm of the movement, my chest swung and swayed my face, began to literally jump. She quickly reached orgasm, but my second run did not suggest a quick finale, so, knocking her back, I took her legs on my shoulders and began to rhythmically enter her. It was fun to watch her trembling, biting her lips, trying to escape, while moaning very loudly. I opened it, putting it on all fours, and took it in this position. I can not accurately determine, but something did not allow me to fully excited and finish. Probably, yet her loud emotions. After taking a drink in this position, I sat down on the edge of the bed, put it on top of me, took it under my buttocks, inserted one finger into her anal, and began to press it again. Sweat rolled down on us, what is called hail, if it were an apartment, then all the neighbors would hear its moans. My cock rested against her, and through the wall between the ass and pussy, I even felt it. At some point, I felt that at the peak, and yet finished. Luda slipped off me, and I myself fell on the bed. We lay there without saying anything, but just breathed. In the shower went as much as thirty minutes later. There while they were washing, Luda became a cancer near the bath, and her ass was just opposite to me. I could not resist, parted her buttocks and began to caress her anus with his tongue. She set her aside even harder, my cock firmly and confidently began to rise. In my hint of anal, she replied negatively, so I already entered into it all in the same position. Inside she was very hot, very wet and, oddly enough, narrow and elastic. Leaning into the bath, Luda moaned, and there already smacked of moisture. We did not dare to change a pose and she received another orgasm in the same way, standing with cancer. Then, sitting on the edge of the bath, she bent over and took my dick in her mouth. Not so much, but still filled her mouth with sperm. Then there was a massage on the bed, nothing to talk about, and at that moment I realized that it still excites me.

Looking at her tanned body, on the bright areas covered with a swimsuit, listening to the story of how she flew with her son and daughter to Turkey, I realized that now she was just fucking her son's age. And she understood that. And this particular feature made me excited: on the one hand, the power lady, mother, I don’t know who by profession, but let's say - an employee, and on the other hand a depraved lady, thirsting for a young member, a bunch of orgasms, spreading legs, taking in her mouth and kayfuyuschaya from caresses ass. At home or in the same Turkey, she, covered up with a linen or a swimsuit, and here with her legs spread apart in front of me ... Probably the feeling that she was someone's mother, perhaps a wife, an adult and independent woman, betrayed my excitement. As one of my friends told me that, fucking married women, he was more excited because he realized that this was someone’s legitimate wife who had sex with her husband, some things at home and so on, but now she’s naked and moaning under him . A member of me got up again and I, spreading her legs, entered her. Very comfortable angle when a woman is lying on her stomach, and you enter it from above. And she and I finished quickly.

Then I was thanked 10,000 rubles. and I happily went home, realizing on the way that sex and money are better than just sex.

17

When I finished the school year at the university, we planned to go to Egypt with my mother, but then, unexpectedly, the bank in which she worked revoked the license. She was unable to get a similar position to another bank, and there was no sense to go for something less. In addition, we faced another problem - the payment for my tuition. Realizing that there is no choice, I went to visit my father with a request to pay at least a year. This time my visit to his family was without incident, and he did not refuse my request. After returning home, I was invited to work as a massage therapist in the gym, so I had to give up my sports activities, buy a “fake” massage therapist and get to work. I was saved by the fact that during the years of training I understood perfectly how a muscle works, how it should be stretched and brought back to normal. In addition, the Internet gave a lot of types and methods of massage. So this new occupation for me began to bring good profits, because besides the usual work in the gym, they called me to competitions to warm up or restore muscle activity; I began to study with great interest the use of various ointments, herbal preparations, etc. Of course, I could not get around and erotic massage. Since I had no luck on the intimate front in July, I tried all the skills on my mother. Through trial and error, I learned to bring her pleasure from it. Mother also did not become depressed because of her work, but found a good use for her artistic talent - she began to paint on the body with henna in a beauty salon. Of course, our budget has become smaller, but oddly enough, it rallied us. It was traced not only in our life or communication, even in sex - we began to sleep together, romantic evenings appeared, communication became more intimate, and even such light intimate games like massage were already done without a hint of sex. Although sex was still pleasant and bright, full and full of emotions.

After working for almost a month without rest, I had the opportunity to go to the recreation center on the Yeisk spit. My friend invited me there because they were traveling with their family (mother, father and older sister with her husband, who is 7 years younger than her parents), well, I myself was bored. We left for three days, we had a two-story house, near the sea and beer. And what is the father-in-law, what is the son-in-law, that my friend was good at them Well, I drank a little according to the old sporting habit and made sure that they didn't get anywhere. In the same place I talked and I told about our life (not an intimate part), about my work and my mother's work. Immediately it turned out that everyone has acquaintances who need a massage and I have increased the field work, which, as it turned out later, brings not a bad profit in my pocket. On the second day there was a situation that for a long time invigorated my fantasy. After bathing, I went to the house to change my melting clothes (I didn't undress for all, because in the next intimate experiment my mother shaved my pubis and penis and painted with henna. It's clear that I didn't want to show this, considering what I said about the work Mother. Now, I am absolutely sure that everything is at sea, threw off the bathing trunks in the bathroom and went out in the direction of my room. At this time, quite sure that everything is at sea, I met Aunt Natasha from the second floor. nothing, that's just from her clothes was only a bra from a swimsuit In general, she is from that category of women who are not considered beauties, but some kind of inner charm attracts them. She was three years older than my mother, two clans certainly changed her figure: her chest was probably still 2, hung the stomach lost its elasticity and on the buttocks it was already a cellulite. At the same time, her bleached hair and properly chosen makeup attracted more attention than the body. So here is the confluence of circumstances. Before her I stand naked with my shaved pubic and henna and in front of me she is without panties with intimate first haircut pubic hair in the form of the V Latin letters, even more like a such a symbol Υ painted in a bright orange color, with clearly visible small labia, looks out of thin and nearly flat large. Understandably, where we both looked, then a friendly "oh" sounded, and we, having covered ourselves, went around. In the evening, when all the guys were already sleeping after a beer, I went outside. After a while Aunt Natasha came out to me and, taking me by the elbow, took me aside. As expected, the goal of all this was to keep our awkward situation secret. Of course I promised. Even after returning home, I recalled this situation for a long time.

August was nearing his middle, and because of the changed economic situation in the family, we did not have time to rest. In order to relax, change the situation and get new emotions, we decided to go to the grandmother in the village for the weekend. We left on Friday evening, on the way talking, I told her about Max and that in the shower there is an opportunity to spy. Without saying a word, we immediately understood how everything will be next. Let it is no longer new, but on the other hand, and all emotions will become brighter. Moreover, Max is unlikely to be opposed. Arriving in the village, I immediately called Max and suggested that he meet the next day. He naturally agreed.

In the morning we, as agreed, met him by the river. There, no one prevented us from communicating, sharing impressions and everything else. The first thing that caught my eye was Max’s excitement. Although we began to communicate amicably and cheerfully, but I saw that he was disturbed by something and he does not know whether to tell me about it or not. Realizing that he himself would not start, I still asked why he was so torn. He paused for a while and still said that his mother fucked his godfather and two other men whom he did not know, and now he (Max) is ashamed of it. As I understood from the conversation that he found a photo on the phone of this sex and now believes that his mother is a whore, well, this somehow doesn’t fit in his understanding. He understands that this is possible, they are engaged in this, but he doesn’t keep up with what his mother is doing. Of course, he saw her naked, he understood that he was having sex, but the gangbang seemed to him to be something unworthy of her, or even vice versa, something insulting and denigrating her. The first time I encountered such a vision of this situation, I realized that this problem bites him from the inside. And I had no choice but to think up that I also saw how the mother fucks two.I soon came up with how it all happened and tried to explain to him that it was normal, it was necessary for the excitement to occur, orgasms stronger, so that there was no extinction of intimate life, and such bursts are good for the body. In general, a lot of grind and all. Gradually, it seemed to me, he needed to hear it, as if the person who had made a mistake, but he was supported and said that everything was fine. He took out a tablet and handed it to me. As it turned out, he dropped these photos of himself (which means they still excited him). When I started watching, I got up at my place.

In the first photo, Aunt Marina of the table in a draped dress, without panties, with a smooth-shaven pussy, leaned on a man, probably 35 years old, one of her breasts was visible, and she threw back her head; this man kissed her neck and stroked her pussy with the other hand. And the house was not theirs, but certainly it was not a hotel or a bath, but someone's house. In the second photo, she was already cancer, facing the photographer and doing a blowjob to the guy, her dress was already at the waist, her breasts were all pulled out, and from behind some guy was licking her butt, but most likely her pussy. In the next photo, she was already naked and stood, leaning against the guy sitting on the couch, also naked. Then there was a photo of her lying on her back on the couch, and the guy was licking her. In the next photo, she was still lying on the couch, while one of the men raised her legs and had her, and the second she did blowjob.Then a close-up blowjob photo, then a close-up shot — the photo as a member in the condom enters the pussy. Then a photo when she is standing with cancer and giving a blowjob to another man, and another one has it from behind. After the photo, where she already sits on the guy, and the other enters her from behind. Then there is a selfie where she stands on the floor with cancer, two of them sit and hold her by her breasts, and the third has it behind. Then she already gives blowjob to one, and the second just jerks off, while the third one still has her. Then she sucks already two members at once. In the next photo, already a close-up shot from behind, as it is in the ass and pussy at once. Then in the same composition, only with this she does blowjob third. Then a photo, too, but she no longer does blowjob, but she has sperm on her chin and on her chin. Then she is already standing with cancer, with her butt apart wide apart, rubbed anus, lips also divorced, sperm flowing through her buttock.Then the photo, where she washes in the bathroom, while on the face a smile and apparently says something. And here is a selfie where they are sitting naked at the table, then a few more similar photos of each other, where she sits, legs apart, putting them on the knees of men sitting next to her, or standing with cancer, and they pushing her buttocks, or holding them members. All photos are visible smiles and laughter.

My pants were wet! What I saw aroused me greatly, and so did Max. I told him once again that all this was normal and suggested that after lunch we should go to our secluded place to watch my mother bathe.

I barely got to the house, where I immediately pulled my cock in my heart and went to wait for X hours. Already at one o'clock Max was there, and he sent me a text message, having waited, probably half an hour later, I wrote to my mother to go to the shower . Of course, we roughly planned what was there and how she would do, but at the last moment she decided to make corrections that I did not know about. In general, watching the video of swimming, I was again excited madly. Mother entered the shower as usual in her light dress, which she took off over her head, as planned under the dress she was completely naked. It became very natural to wash, while turning to the place where Max was hiding, in different directions. Several times I even got over this hole with my legs apart. Then she washed the gel off of herself and squatted on her haunches just opposite the hole, with her back to her. She soaped her pussy,I took the machine and began to shave (although it arrived smooth, but it was part of our plan), for a long time, carefully, pushing the lips away, shaving between the buttocks. Then she began to wash thoroughly, pushing her lips and penetrating inside with her fingers, just as well washed her ass. But then there was an impromptu already from her. She got up, turned off the water and shouted to me to bring a towel, and when I entered the room in front of the shower room, she opened the shower door and, standing before me naked, turned her back and asked me to wipe my back. I looked at myself in the video and even saw how I blush, how I move nervously and I was very embarrassed. Then I left, and she, having finished wiping herself, put a dress on a naked body and left the shower.spreading her lips and penetrating inside with her fingers, she also carefully washed her ass. But then there was an impromptu already from her. She got up, turned off the water and shouted to me to bring a towel, and when I entered the room in front of the shower room, she opened the shower door and, standing before me naked, turned her back and asked me to wipe my back. I looked at myself in the video and even saw how I blush, how I nervously move, and this made me very embarrassed. Then I left, and she, having finished wiping herself, put a dress on a naked body and left the shower.spreading her lips and penetrating inside with her fingers, she also carefully washed her ass. But then there was an impromptu already from her. She got up, turned off the water and shouted to me to bring a towel, and when I entered the room in front of the shower room, she opened the shower door and, standing before me naked, turned her back and asked me to wipe my back. I looked at myself in the video and even saw how I blush, how I nervously move, and this made me very embarrassed. Then I left, and she, having finished wiping herself, put a dress on a naked body and left the shower.I looked at myself in the video and even saw how I blush, how I nervously move, and this made me very embarrassed. Then I left, and she, having finished wiping herself, put a dress on a naked body and left the shower.I looked at myself in the video and even saw how I blush, how I nervously move, and this made me very embarrassed. Then I left, and she, having finished wiping herself, put a dress on a naked body and left the shower.

Max already sweated while watching this video with me, then, taking a few screenshots without a face, erased it. Revising the screenshots, he asked me often if I see her like this naked. I replied that sometimes she asked to apply a towel or a nightie like this, but not often. I often see when she sleeps. After sitting a little more, we went to me to drink tea. Mother prepared us tea, cookies and sat down with us on the street. I imagined the state of Max, who knew that there was nothing under her dress, but he could not see it. Having sat until dark, I went a little to hold it. On the way, we certainly discussed all this. Max told me that he had already noticed that if the mother shaves her pussy, it means that she will have sex, and if she curls, then she does it herself. He also said that even though the mother is sleeping in a nightie, she gets up in the morning and she can see everything. I was looking for toys at her house,especially if you heard that you are masturbating at night, but you haven’t found anything and, most likely, caress yourself with your fingers. When I returned home, I found my mother talking on the street with Aunt Lyuda, and I realized that there would be no more intimate games and went to bed. Lying on the bed, I remembered photos of Aunt Marina's sex and the dick was already smoking.

The next day, after lunch, we went home. On the way, I told my mother about the photos that Max showed me, about the one he had on the video, where she bathes and shaves, about how Max determines the periods when Aunt Marina has sex. She was so excited by this that she stopped on the side of the road and told me to climb in the backseat. I climbed, realizing that there would be, immediately took off my shorts. She quickly jumped back, immediately took my dick in her mouth, and when he hardened, she sat on top, and I pulled the dress over her head. Sex was quick, passionate and emotional. And we didn’t care what the day was, we were standing on a busy M-4 on the side of the road, even though the back of the car was tinted, but still ... I had finished it before, having felt it, she apparently received her portion of emotions and finished. She continued to sit on me, clinging,and I held her ass, feeling how my penis is losing elasticity and how sperm flows from it to me. She got up from her penis, wiped herself and me with wet wipes, and we went home happy.

18.

Then there was a lot of work, study, and there was no business before the entertainment. Until November. During this time, apart from the mother, I looked at Aunt Larisa a couple of times a month, and then she got along with a man and my trips to her ended. Before the November holidays, she came to us to take the baking tray from her mother, the mother was not at home, so I did not think for a long time, immediately pressed Aunt Larissa to the wall and began to kiss. She did not even think to resist, so I thrust my hand into her panties and began stroking her clit with my finger, pressing my palm to an unshaven pubic hair. There was not much time, so she leaned on the table, and I took off her panties and entered her, pulling up her robe. Sex was quick and emotional, I barely managed to get out and finished between her buttocks. She remained standing, while I wiped the sperm between her buttocks and feet with a wet towel. Then she wore shorts, smacked me andtaking it, go back. Sitting at home after her departure, I wanted to again something new and began to search sites. Later I found a married couple from our own city. And they were even older than my mother - she was 45, he was 47. And the photo was without faces, but I looked at the traces of a bathing suit from sunburn and I already wanted it. A little later, I already understand that this is my fetish. In general, we met with them. Apparently it wasn’t suitable because at first they didn’t want a young one, but then they nevertheless decided, and the format of the meeting and the situation was such that I still consider it the most vivid adventure.but I looked at the traces of a swimsuit from sunburn and I already wanted. A little later, I already understand that this is my fetish. In general, we met with them. Apparently it wasn’t suitable because at first they didn’t want a young one, but then they nevertheless decided, and the format of the meeting and the situation was such that I still consider it the most vivid adventure.but I looked at the traces of a swimsuit from sunburn and I already wanted. A little later, I already understand that this is my fetish. In general, we met with them. Apparently it wasn’t suitable because at first they didn’t want a young one, but then they nevertheless decided, and the format of the meeting and the situation was such that I still consider it the most vivid adventure.

In general, the trick was that this is not just sex, but a romantic game by their rules, which are very free and interesting.

When I came to visit them, I was greeted in a family friendly and cheerful. Sergey is a very cheerful and lively man, one can’t even say that 47 is in good shape, he has a lot of jokes, stories and communication as a friend or old friend, immediately endeared him to his naturalness. Natalia is a positive person. Bleached curly hair below shoulders, medium height, small tummy, wide hips, breasts about two. Fed every yummy, drank wine, chatted. In general, the atmosphere is very friendly. It turned out that they have a son and even a grandson (which naturally aroused me), there was no swing or group before, emotions began to fade and decided to diversify. In general, I was glad that the choice fell on me. It was already getting dark when we approached the most dynamic time. While Natalya was changing clothes, Sergey installed and turned on the lights near a large mirror, putting out the light in the house. I took a video camera and waited for Natalia. I already knew the approximate course of the scenario, Sergey told me, so I was already excited. Natalia came out in a white peignoir (it seems so called) in length to the middle of the leg, tied at the waist. She walked over to the mirror, I followed, embraced her from behind and began kissing her neck, exposing her shoulders and kissing them. All this filmed Sergey. Having untied the belt, I threw back her head, and we began kissing like an adult. I stroked her belly, drove my hands around the linen, pressed her to me. Having thrown off her peignoir, I began to examine it in the reflection of a mirror. The white bra in a fine mesh and with lace looked erotic. Through him, her nipples, which were already excited, were clearly visible. Thong panties stuck into the body so that it was visible as the tummy and sides were compressed by them, but the same transparent matter opened a strip of pubic hair. At the same time between the buttocks polnosochka disappeared. Immediately a thought arose in my head: did a son see her like that? Most likely he saw naked (unintentionally, peered or somehow), everyone saw their own. But in this outfit. Question.

I unzipped her bra, dropping it to the floor, freed my chest, which immediately fell below, took it in the palm of my hand, and began to squeeze. Looking at it in the reflection was insanely cool. Then I pulled down her pants, and sat down to the bottom, kissed her buttocks, running a hand stretch marks on the hips. When I got up and looked into the reflection as she stands naked in front of me dressed, and my hand goes down her belly, along the strip of pubic hair, and she spreads her legs a little and my fingers, spreading her labia, covers the clitoris, then I thought The zipper on the jeans will break. Caressing her hand, I continued to kiss her. Looking up from the lips, I bent her and she, having become a cancer, put her hands on a mirror illuminated from all sides. I got on my knees and, spreading my buttocks, began to tongue caress her ass, going down to my pussy and rising again. From her breathing, moans and movements, I realized that she really liked all this. I connected my fingers to the tongue, inserting them in the pussy, pushing them there, and in the ass. From the caress of my face was already wet, Natalya moaned. She straightened and I got up too. Then again a kiss and already she pulled off my shirt, unbuttoned jeans, pulling them off. My pants were all wet, she ran her hand over them, let them go and squatted on his haunches. After opening the head, she wrapped her lips around my dick and began to give me a blowjob. The reflection of this in the mirror was incredibly exciting, Sergey also filmed all this. I felt that I was already on the verge, so I lifted Natalia, while he sat down, lifting her leg, began to lick her. When she was already close, she herself became cancer, leaning in the mirror, and I, having forgotten even about the gum, entered my wet, hot pussy. A couple of minutes later she was very loud and finished violently, but then I finished her straight on her back. Taking the camera from Sergey, I began to take pictures as Natalya takes off his clothes, kneels and his member sinks into her mouth. This was my first experience with sex with someone, and there was no sex with me either. I shot and watched with what passion she gives him a blowjob, then, putting her in the same position, he entered it. Sex was also not long, only he finished in it, after which having parted her buttocks, stretched her lips, and I put the lens on and took off the sperm as it flows from her pussy.

While she went to bathe, we sat and drank wine, because there was still the whole night and morning of the next day. Since Sergey, although he was fascinated by the new type of relationship, the physiology and age made themselves felt: I immediately got up at the sight of naked Natalia, but he could not. Having decided to pull a bit of time, I put cancer on Natalia's bed, Sergey turned on the camera again, and I pressed my mouth to her pussy. Having got enough of it, I decided to play a little fisting. Since her pussy was quite “friendly”, I very comfortably placed four fingers in it, and I began to pull at the clitoris with a large one, wetting two fingers of my other hand with my saliva, I gently inserted them into her anus. From the moans of Natal, I understood that she really liked this idea. Slowly moving them, I excited Natalia even more. She did not hold back the moans, moving towards me. And all this happened right in front of the camera lens. Sergey's member began to rise slowly, and Natalya, seeing this, tightly took him into her fist and began to move. Gradually, the penis became hard and grease came out on the head. Apparently it was a signal for action, because Natalya took out a condom and anal gel-lubricant from the bedside table, and handed them to me, and she, turning on the bed, sat on top of Sergei's dick. She did not hurry to move, lay on Sergey so that her buttocks parted and I without problems smeared her anus with gel, then smeared my condom, wearing a member, and, sitting behind her, entered her ass. Whether the ass was already well developed, or Sergey for years of living together she relaxed, but my dick entered easily. It was easier for me to move, so I asked those. Natalia almost immediately moaned. I even saw her fingers squeeze the sheets. I accelerated the pace and after about five minutes Sergey gave up and we had to change our position. Now he was again just an operator, and I, leaving Natalia to stand with cancer, continued to have her, but already in pussy. Either a lost rhythm, or a thick gum played its role, but I could not finish it. Another twenty minutes I fucked her, changed her posture with cancer, posture on my side, then she was on top, then I took her legs on my shoulders. She had managed to finish several times during this time, after which she started every time she touched. I got out of it and she, removing the gum from a member, took it in her mouth. It was here that the experience of family life took over, and not a couple of minutes had gone by as it rolled over me ... She felt that moment too, pulling my cock into herself as if she wanted to suck something through it. Sperm was already a bit, but the one that got into her mouth proceeded immediately into the stomach. As soon as my dick left her mouth, we both fell on the bed. Over all, it was clear that the night games were over. Ahead of a dream and the next day.

I slept on the couch, so in the morning I heard how everyone got up, and I didn’t roll and got up too. Sergey and Natalia did not even think about dressing, and they were naked. I liked it very much, so I didn’t cover myself and, having washed myself, came to the kitchen where breakfast was prepared. Natalia bustled around the kitchen and I enjoyed watching how her buttocks move, how her chest sways, how she sags when Natalia leaned over. In the light of the day, I watched as the tan clearly outlined the places covered by the swimsuit. And this could not excite me. When Natalya stooped near the refrigerator, taking out products from the lower shelf, her buttocks slightly parted and her lips became visible. For some reason, I had a picture in my head that at that moment her son came into the kitchen and saw the mother in this form. Member immediately took it for the team and stood up. I did not even have time to react to this, as Sergei put in a phrase that Natalya had turned me on right in the morning and that it would not be hospitable to put me at the table with the riser. Laughing, we all understood what this was all about and Natalia was absolutely not against the morning games. Sergey quickly went behind the camera and the morning began. She, leaning on the table, became a cancer, while I sat down, squatted her buttocks and began to actively lick both her pussy and ass. A few minutes later I felt the salty taste of her pussy, and she herself began to move in like that, trying to push her ass harder. When my tongue was tired, I got up, put one leg of Natalia on the chair put forward and entered her wet and caressed pussy without an elastic band. Sergei first filmed from the side, then sat down and began to shoot from the bottom, as a member enters her pussy. Her excitement was stronger, so she had finished earlier, to my question “Where to finish,” she affirmatively said that in pussy. A few minutes later I finished without taking out a member. Not having to wait until the last drops fall from him, I came out of Natalia. Sergei still continued to shoot and I threw up her buttocks with my hands, while stretching my lips and sperm flowed from it: one drop fell right on the floor, and the smaller part began to flow out over the lips and stopped at the hip. Morning succeeded.

We stayed for breakfast naked, and Natalya did not go immediately to wash, but sat down on the side of the table, legs apart, so that her lips smeared with sperm and dried sperm on her thigh were visible. Sergey's reserve apparently ended more at night, because the sluggish attempt at erection remained an attempt. At the same time, we were very cool and friendly talking, laughing and joking. Having washed ourselves, we went to the hall, where we took a pause in sex, having decided to chat, and on topics related to sex, of course. It is clear that the conversation, any taboos or questions of interest was not indicated, so everything went on as usual. Communication was more than frank. Natalia and Sergey talked about their first sex, about the places where they were engaged, about the first samples of anal sex, toys and role-playing games. In spite of the same conversations, I noticed that they did not produce the exciting effect on Sergei, and Natalia also regarded this as something romantic. I myself didn’t know what to tell, or rather I didn’t tell, and, considering my not very rich experience in intimate affairs, I didn’t want to dream. The conversation itself came up to my topic, or rather not quite to my own, but to theirs.It was so that in Rostov they moved first to odnushku, and then already bought their house. And since they already had a 10-year-old son, sex was as quiet as possible and most often in the kitchen. At one such moment of intimacy, their son entered. Then it was a creepy complex with Natalia and they had sex for half a year only when the son was not at home. Developing this topic, I noted that there is nothing terrible in this, that I myself also saw my mother naked, and that they also lived in a one-girl party, where you could not hide anything. Probably, these confessions became the impetus that brought us closer to them (even looking ahead, I’ll say that we still meet with them, more often I visit them, sometimes we go fishing together, in the bath, just on nature). A topic that was delicate, but still worried about them, moreover, as I understood that Natalya, in terms of the boys' reaction to the body of a naked mother,and Sergey some more intimate moments. Realizing the delicacy of this topic, I tried to tell everything very carefully, watching the reaction of both of them. I started the story from how we began to live with her separately, that I had to sleep together, paying particular attention to the fact that my interest in her body began with the fact that she shaved her pussy. He told them about the naughty bully, under which there was no underwear, about the fact that she was dressed in front of me, thinking that I was sleeping, she went at home in shorts and a bra, sometimes even without a bodice (as it turned out Natalia did not rarely go home in a bra and shorts, slept without a bra, but always in shorts, even under a nightie). He told how inadvertently he went into the bathroom (he did not speak about his spying). Realizing that they like this theme, he told me how he also found his mother having sex (of course he didn’t talk aboutwhat I was looking at, and said that I returned home early and saw how the mother and her lover are having sex) I didn’t do any accents, describing only the pose - when the mother’s feet were on his shoulders. In the eyes of Sergey, I saw that he really wanted to focus on this topic, but he was probably embarrassed. Natalia was more interested in my excitement and reaction. I could not immediately understand her attitude, so I said that all this is natural. I also told them that even now the mother sometimes "burns" and that I believe that there is nothing terrible about this.probably shy. Natalia was more interested in my excitement and reaction. I could not immediately understand her attitude, so I said that all this is natural. I also told them that even now the mother sometimes "burns" and that I believe that there is nothing terrible about this.probably shy. Natalia was more interested in my excitement and reaction. I could not immediately understand her attitude, so I said that all this is natural. I also told them that even now the mother sometimes "burns" and that I believe that there is nothing terrible about this.

This conversation added excitement to us and, noticing this, Natalya moved closer and began to caress my member, then Sergey's member one by one. When he was already standing tight, it was decided that now I would be from the bottom, and Sergey would enter her ass. Sitting on me, she pressed her breasts, and Sergey entered her ass. As it turned out, it was not convenient for me to move in this position, Sergey had more movements. In general, I didn’t particularly like this pose, it’s good that Sergey finished and Natalia already sat in the full riding position. Squeezing Natalia's chest and hips, I tried to get into it deeper, increase the pace, but as a result she was tired and we decided to change our position. She was lying on her back, but I took her legs on my shoulders, took off the gum and entered it. Here I set the pace, and, considering that I was recommended to stop at it, there were no restrictions.This time I even finished a little faster, and she probably felt my sperm in herself, finished too.

On this day it was the last time and I, having said goodbye to them, went home. I really liked this meeting, I even could not exactly determine why. I really liked this friendly, family-friendly atmosphere, loved the romantic atmosphere of the first sex, liked the fact that everything was filmed on camera, naturally aroused Natalia's body, traces from a swimsuit, cum in it and watch how sperm flow. Throughout, I realized that with me they were very comfortable.

When I stepped on the threshold of the house my mother met me already naked, with a little powder pussy hairs. A member of the pants immediately swell and I, dropping the clothes went with her bath. There I gently shaved her pussy, between the buttocks, legs. Then we took a bath together, washing and washing each other. Laski started already in the bathroom, and in bed they switched to active sex. I smeared the anal plug with gel and smeared it with my mom's ass, I took her anus with a toy, and, having pulled the gum, I entered her pussy. Taking her by the waist, I began to abruptly and deeply enter her, and her first orgasm did not take long to wait. Gum dulled the sensitivity of the member, so I did not finish, but continued to fuck her all in the same position. At that time, scenes of sex with Natalia and Sergey appeared in my head and I somehow unconsciously asked her if she "wantedso that two would fuck her and to his surprise received a positive response. I came out of it, took off the gum and brought my dick to her mouth, she immediately took it without confusion. Holding her hair, I asked the rhythm, while telling, even, probably, dreamed out loud that she was doing a blowjob to me like that, and she had another from behind, or maybe we both have it. These fantasies so aroused me, that soon my mother’s mouth already had my sperm. Swallowing it, she licked my head a little more, took it to the mouth a couple of times and became cancer again. I took a cork out of her ass, running my finger along the edge of the anus, which was no longer so tight. Then I lay down and hugged her. After a while, I asked if she really wanted to be fucked together, for which he received a comprehensive answer “Yes, but I should have been one of them.”took off the gum and brought his penis to her mouth, she without embarrassment immediately took it. Holding her hair, I asked the rhythm, while telling, even, probably, dreamed out loud that she was doing a blowjob to me like that, and she had another from behind, or maybe we both have it. These fantasies so aroused me, that soon my mother’s mouth already had my sperm. Swallowing it, she licked my head a little more, took it to the mouth a couple of times and became cancer again. I took a cork out of her ass, running my finger along the edge of the anus, which was no longer so tight. Then I lay down and hugged her. After a while, I asked if she really wanted to be fucked together, for which he received a comprehensive answer “Yes, but I should have been one of them.”took off the gum and brought his penis to her mouth, she without embarrassment immediately took it. Holding her hair, I asked the rhythm, while telling, even, probably, dreamed out loud that she was doing a blowjob to me like that, and she had another from behind, or maybe we both have it. These fantasies so aroused me, that soon my mother’s mouth already had my sperm. Swallowing it, she licked my head a little more, took it to the mouth a couple of times and became cancer again. I took a cork out of her ass, running my finger along the edge of the anus, which was no longer so tight. Then I lay down and hugged her. After a while, I asked if she really wanted to be fucked together, for which he received a comprehensive answer “Yes, but I should have been one of them.”even, perhaps, he dreamed out loud that she was giving me a blowjob like that, and that she had another from behind, or maybe even the two of us have it. These fantasies so aroused me, that soon my mother’s mouth already had my sperm. Swallowing it, she licked my head a little more, took it to the mouth a couple of times and became cancer again. I took a cork out of her ass, running my finger along the edge of the anus, which was no longer so tight. Then I lay down and hugged her. After a while, I asked if she really wanted to be fucked together, for which he received a comprehensive answer “Yes, but I should have been one of them.”even, perhaps, he dreamed out loud that she was giving me a blowjob like that, and that she had another from behind, or maybe even the two of us have it. These fantasies aroused me so much that soon my mother’s mouth already had my sperm. Swallowing it, she licked my head a little more, took it to the mouth a couple of times and became cancer again. I took a cork out of her ass, running my finger along the edge of the anus, which was no longer so tight. Then I lay down and hugged her. After a while, I asked if she really wanted to be fucked together, for which he received a comprehensive answer “Yes, but I should have been one of them.”she licked my head a little more, took her a couple of times in her mouth and became cancer again. I took a cork out of her ass, running my finger along the edge of the anus, which was no longer so tight. Then I lay down and hugged her. After a while, I asked if she really wanted to be fucked together, for which he received a comprehensive answer “Yes, but I should have been one of them.”she licked my head a little more, took her a couple of times in her mouth and became cancer again. I took a cork out of her ass, running my finger along the edge of the anus, which was no longer so tight. Then I lay down and hugged her. After a while, I asked if she really wanted to be fucked together, for which he received a comprehensive answer “Yes, but I should have been one of them.”

nineteen.

This idea was cool, but at the moment we have not implemented it. Variants of course could be found in large numbers, but it was also possible to get caught, but I did not want to share such a secret with others.

Autumn time due to my study shifted and reduced the number of massages, now I could do them only in the evenings. Rejuvenating massages brought good profits after the competition, many of my acquaintances called me to saunas, where I also earned not bad money on massages, but still, outdoor massages gave more income. As a rule, these were therapeutic restorative massages, and not like in porn movies and stories, where everything ends with sex, and this was actually time-consuming work, but bringing a good income. Of course I wanted more, for example, something similar to the films of Tinto Brass, but the maximum that was - this is a bare chest. And that's just this women are not shy. They wore tight panties, which even tightly closed the ass, but were not shy to remove the bra, while realizing that I could see their breasts. I had regular customersamong which were very talkative women, mostly over 40. During the time I was doing the massage, we had time to talk about thousands of things and after several sessions we talked just like friends.

In the middle of September, I did a massage to one such talker. Her name is Galina. 44 years old, divorced, children study in Moscow, medium-sized business domain. Such an interesting category of women who have made their own business, therefore, having felt good luck, they began to consider themselves to be strong, independent, and assert themselves in everything. And of course, as a result of a divorce, which she perceives as a victory and new horizons, but as a result only intrigue, flirtation and business. Then year after year itself, and then no longer need a husband, then children grow up and it is time to take care of yourself. Begin beauty salons, healthy food, fitness, beauticians and of course massage therapists. However, they do not spare money and pay generously. So Galina is such a lady. Gaining a little weight, especially in the area of ​​the buttocks and hips, but well-groomed, talkative, in a positive mood. A small tummy, a hard three-piece breast with pink and flat nipples. Hair up to the shoulder blades, constantly twisted and periodically with varying color. I give her a massage three times a week in the evening, after classes in the university. Each massage is 2000 rubles. So the topic is profitable. So by the middle of September ... it was definitely dark and in Rostov there was just a strong wind, rain and cold. Around the middle of the massage, the light went out throughout the quarter. Galina perceived this with humor, she turned on the backlight on the phone and the massage continued. I do not even remember how the conversation fell into the bed of intimate massage. Galina was interested in this, but I had the skill from being trained on my mother. In general, the disconnected light and piquancy of the situation gave rise to curiosity and a desire for something new in it, overcame the constraint. But she turned off the phone, so that there was total darkness, and I, taking off her panties, started the familiar procedures. Starting with a back massage, I went down to the buttocks, then the hips and calves and in the opposite direction, only on the inner surface of the hips, first gently and as if accidentally touching her crotch with your fingers, then massage the buttocks and inadvertently touching the anus. Then again up and down again. Each time the touches got bolder and bolder, then with my finger I massaged her anus, went down my lips, then my hips again. From breathing and moving my buttocks towards me, I understood that she was excited, so I asked her to lie on her back and now I was massaging her nipples, stomach, pubis and hips again. She did not hesitate to spread her legs and I, pressing my finger, her clit began to caress him, going down between the lips, again rising to the top, and with the other hand continued to massage the anus. When her arousal was at its peak, she switched to legs, letting her cool down. This of course caused outrage, but then I again caressed her with my hands. There we reached almost orgasm three times. For the fourth time, my finger was already in her anus, and with my other hand I was pulling at the clitoris. I did not stop, but Galina began to restrain her emotions and finished with loud moans and violently. Then she lay on her back, and for some time I did massage for her. Then she sat down, dressed in pants and a bathrobe, handed me the money and, after saying good-bye to her, I went home. As it turned out that night I earned 5000 rubles. By the way, she really liked my massage and once a week we did it.

At the next week, we already made dusk in the room, I blindfolded myself with a scarf, took off my panties and started the massage. Even when the excited Galina rolled onto her back, the idea occurred to her that we should be in equal conditions, in general, as a result, I did massage to her naked, periodically touching her body with my dick. Apparently it gave her additional excitement, because she had already finished on the third approach, after which she stroked my balls and dick for a while. Of course, I was waiting for sex, but it ended only with the fact that she asked me to jerk off with her, which I did, having finished her hands. In general, I received another 5000 rubles.

I am writing this already in October 2018, so for all this time all the massages I did to her blindfolded, never seeing either pussy or anus, there was no sex either, only after her orgasm I was chasing my dick ending with her palms. In general, not bad and earnings, and pleasure is not enough.