At the entrance, Anya, overflowing with emotions, repeated once again: “Mother - Elena Vladimirovna, father - Stanislav Sergeevich. And don't worry, they are simple people! ”. She firmly hugged my neck and pressed my lips. Deep kiss away from prying eyes - perhaps the most that she could decide alone with a man. Well, if only to endure the cheeky hand in his ass. But I do not press, do not rush things, and in general, I would not be surprised if it is still virgin.
Anna climbed the dark stairs of the old five-story building, going through high-heeled shoes on each step, unwittingly, she allowed me to slowly enjoy the view of her ass shaking roundness under a thin cloth. Every now and then I hoped to see at least the color of the panties, incoherently responding to her cheerful twitter. The performance ended on the 4th floor, the light from the open door of the apartment illuminated the landing.
Here, this is Sergey, he is my boyfriend, - worried more than Anya had planned, - and this is my mother - Elena Vladimirovna and ... and where is my father?
Dad was called to work, they had an accident on the line. You pass, do not hesitate, we are simple people - Elena Vladimirovna continued in a hospitable, but unnaturally polite voice.
It should be said, with the natural light in the room, I realized what the power of genetics is and to whom Anka is so beautiful. Her mother is about 40 years old, but they look almost the same, it is difficult to understand right away, they are sisters or ... Sports fitting breeches and a topic - she probably has to keep fit with fitness, but it's still worth it.
I sat in a soft recliner, while the women, no, rather the girls were whispering in the kitchen, clinking dishes. In the light-colored room of the old treshka there was an old wall with dishes and books, a TV and a sofa with armchairs, and on the walls were several frames with family photos.
The coffee table between the chair and the sofa at the time was covered and my mother and daughter sat opposite me in impatience. A daughter, proud to introduce my mother to me, and a mother with a dumb question: why is she so old?
However, the tension was not felt and I gladly devoured the cake, washing it down with coffee, while Anya chirped incessantly, praising me, my mother seemed to change her mind. In a more benevolent tone, she asked me unobtrusive questions and the conversation turned into a new channel.
Oh, and let's see the old album, I'm small there! - Anya was delighted with her idea.
She rolled back the table and childishly jerked to the wall, where she tiptoed to the upper mezzanine. So expected by me on the staircase happened at such an inopportune moment. I am sure that my mother will not approve of my lustful eyes, but I could not let go of how the dress rode up and exposed the lower parts of tight buttocks and blue modest panties.
Maaam, where is the album? Here it is not! - Offended by an unexpected ambush, the girl changed her tone.
Mom got up from the couch and, making sure that there was no album, confidently walked over to the TV, she sank to the floor and began to rummage through the TV bedside table. To reach deep into, she got on all fours and rested her left hand on the floor, looking for an album among the masses of junk. Jeans helped me to hide a hardening body from those present - the mother's ass was not only not inferior to her daughter, she was more feminine and fluffy. The woman probably didn’t specifically hurry to find the album, she twisted her back in a business-like manner, while her daughter waited for the album, and I enjoyed the view. Sporty legs with taut calves and boneless hips and soft big buttocks were covered with elastic tights.
Once again, the session of admiring was completed and the women called me to sit on the sofa. An old album lay on my feet, and Anna, standing on the right, turned over the pages and enthusiastically commented on each shot. I, of course, poddakivat and brilliantly admired, until I froze from an unexpected touch to the left. erotic stories Elena sat on my left side close to me, her leg pressed against mine, and her head approached the album, an unfamiliar pleasant smell reached me. All this time, I automatically assented to Anya and felt Lena’s hand, which imperceptibly drove me through my hair, pleasantly massaging my head with my fingertips. It is impossible to escape from such captivity.
Anka, go and put the kettle on, sit in the kitchen, ”mother said mummy, when the pictures ran out.
Anya obediently went to the kitchen with dirty cups and as soon as she disappeared behind the door, my mother ran her hand over my thigh, got up from the divpa and carried the album back to the TV, promising to continue the show. Lena was slowly spinning her booty and bending her back in front of the TV showed her backside, slowly sank down without bending her knees and put down this damn album. It would be superfluous to say that Lena’s presentation in the immediate vicinity of Ani caused a crazy erection. I do not know how to get up and go to the kitchen, leaving the mound unnoticed. Mom first came out of the room, I followed her through the corridor, she abruptly stood in the door of the kitchen so that I buried myself in ...
And here we are, docha, boil the kettle?
Anya fussed around the table. And I felt Lena's buttocks, waited for her to go into the kitchen. Having laid the table, Anya sat down on the cracks of the sofa corner by the window closer to the stove and motioned me to sit down too. I sat down on the other side and put my elbows on the table. While Anna was sitting pouring boiling water into cups, my mother decided to crawl into the middle. She came close to me and without giving me the opportunity to stand, she began to crawl between me and the table, which in no way weakened my erection.
The topics for conversation came to an end, but I still could not get up from the table, not taken aback. Lena was already openly running her hand over my hip, hiding at the table from the eyes of her daughter. While Anya defiantly laughing told the story that happened at the university, her mother gently stroked my leg, occasionally touching the mound. Thick denim prevented the predator from grabbing the prey. In support of her daughter, the mother squeezed my leg to the pain, and I could not stop her without asking any questions from Anya. So my will struggled against the temptations of the peak lady, until at last the phone rang in the room and Lena, having necessarily pressed her ass against me, had not rushed from the table.
Docha, dad calls, he will come soon, we wait for him?
And he asks, did you visit aunt Katya today? - shouted from the room mom.
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Daddy is coming soon, you will see how cool he is!
Maam, my father, of course, we will wait, but I’ll run to Aunt Katya, I’ll just have time to go to the pharmacy and see her dad's parish - my daughter also screamed through the walls.
Baby, you wait? Tell me something for my mother, for now I’ll run to help my father's sister — she is after the operation, and I will come to my father’s parish. I'm so glad, well done dad, that I was able to free myself! - Anka was in seventh heaven.
She pressed herself to me with her whole body, squeezed tightly in her arms and passionately whispered in her ear that she would love me and would not give it to anyone. She wrote off a non-falling bump, if she noticed him at all.
With the slam of the door, not knowing how to behave, I preferred to return to the living room and wait in the chair in front of the TV. The situation was not simple ...
and it was difficult for me to focus on the telly. Quietly slamming the door at the other end of the corridor, stepping gently, Lena entered the room. She sat in a chair opposite and looked embarrassed, lowered her eyes:
You're an adult boy, you have to understand, - she chose her words intermittently.
I'm still quite young, but he ... He hasn't slept with me for a long time ... you have to understand this ...
It will stay between us, you just do not resist ... just let me ...
Opening the cards, Lena looked at me hopefully.
This will not affect your relationship with Anya, just help me, otherwise I will go crazy.
Looking at the clock, I thought hard. Nothing prevented taking advantage of the situation, and after such recognition, the mother would hardly be able to communicate with her son-in-law in the future and would do everything so that we could separate. Come what may! I unbuckled my jeans belt and didn't have time to do anything anymore. Lena rushed near me in the blink of an eye, I did not have time to blink, as she was already unbuttoning my jeans with shaking hands, trembling with pleasure. That's who such a vivid expression of emotions in Ani. Without losing time, the woman sank to the floor and eagerly extracted the erect penis. A happy face lit up with a lustful eye. Dorval! This is how many years she had not seen a member? Nymphomaniac? Time will tell. Lena carefully considered her prey - a sixteen centimeter stem with a cut off head pierced with swollen wreaths. She clung to him and gently kissed each testicle and tried to put them in her mouth. Lena looked intently into my eyes, wanting to make sure that I didn’t change my decision and, without looking away, ran my dick over my face - on my cheeks, nose, lips. As she walked with her head in her puffy lips ... like a lipstick, a transparent droplet from the head stuck and stretched with a gossamer from her mouth. I could never imagine what kind of bliss a woman can receive from a member. Having played enough, she opened her mouth and clasped her head with her lips, sucked it to the pain, on the pressed-in cheeks the outlines of the penis stood out. Lena looked lasciviously into my eyes and dropped her mouth on the dick lower and lower until she swallowed him two-thirds. Soft warm lips enveloped the penis, nicely squeezing, while the tongue was walking around the head, which rested in the sky. Slippery cock slid in the mouth of Lena. Her pleasure seemed to be more than mine and could bring her to orgasm, and the moans and lowing would excite the dead. Suddenly, a strong compression of the lips scared the light touch of the teeth to the soft flesh, her fingers convulsively squeezed my thighs and the trembling passed through Lena's body, the peals of which echoed several more times. Having finished, but not being satisfied, she released the penis from her mouth, until the last moment she held her head, rose to her feet and began to rub the topic, the black fabric covering the bridge was soaked in the groin area. Big tanned breasts with pale halos and protruding nipples appeared. Not sagging young elastic boobs swaying with each of its movement. The breeches with panties flew off and the Woman appeared before my face. Sporty, tanned and taut, slightly overgrown there. Without a moment's delay, she began to take off my clothes, carelessly scattering them. She seemed to trust me not a single step, appreciating every minute. Placing me on the floor, she stood over me. The opened scarlet bud was drenched in clear juice, flowed over the legs, and the petals spread out to the sides, opening the way inwards. Not allowing her lips to stick into her flesh, she sat down on the penis with a groan, immediately accommodating him to herself. Pleasant sweetness has spread from the member to the belly from touching the gentle current vagina. Reaching out, Elena turned on the MTv remote and turned on the sound. To loud music, a mad jump was accompanied by unsupported cries and moans of Woman. Slaps and squish filled the room. The second orgasm covered her on me, Lena lay on me hot and squeezed out, with dull eyes and trying to catch her breath slowly snapped her asshole on the penis. I did not dare to put my hands on her delicious ass, in order to maintain the status of "assistant", and not an accomplice - then it seemed to me important, although my head was turned off more and more.
Let's go to the kitchen, ”the mistress said in a hoarse, low voice.
She got up from the pulsing member and rummaging in the nightstand, grabbed a tube and a blanket. Lena was the first to go into the kitchen, letting me see myself from behind. In principle, the breeches did not hide anything - the bum is really otpadnaya, moreover, when she goes and specifically wags her. In the kitchen, with one movement, brushing all the dishes off the table, she put down a blanket and handed me a tube, as it turned out, as a lubricant.
Fuck me ... in all the cracks ... like a whore, - Lena was excited from dirty words.
She lay back on the table and lifted her legs apart. Wanting to tease, I ran my hands over her face, breasts, stomach, legs and asked:
You are a bad girl?
Yes ... Yes ... Very bad ... Paste already ...
Where to fuck you?
In the pussy!
Where? I can not hear!
In pussy, insert already!
And where?
In the ass!
And in the mouth you take after anal sex?
It seems that it was too much for her, Lena, dumbfounded and looking into her eyes, nodded slightly.
The member entered the red-hot flesh like clockwork, the lubricant flowed through the testicles — it seems that its rudeness is the strongest. Swaying gently, I drove the dick and admired the body, I clutched Lena’s hips and breasts with my hands. The sweetness has again spread throughout the body and the pulsations of liquid sperm are easily contained. I already forgot about the purpose of today's visit and just fucked Lenk. Taking out a member, I brought it to his face and she eagerly swallowed him, licking his rich lubricant. When I returned to the original one, I squeezed the grease out of the tube and it fell with a cold drop onto a sticking sensitive barrel. The head rested against Lena’s relaxed body and after a couple of seconds she found the necessary entry below the vagina. The compression of the relaxed anus was insignificant and not getting used to long, I began to push the dick. Lena's groans increased, the hand fell on the pubis and the fingers began their game on the open surface of the vagina.
Having driven it to the end, I was admiring Woman's bliss: her heaving chest, flushed cheeks, dull eyes, thin playful fingers, gradually touching my stomach. Once again, the haggard Lenochka finished with a startled body and almost silently, but perceptibly squeezing the sphincter. While holding back the rolling waves in the lower abdomen, I began to hammer at an accelerated speed, smoothly sliding my dick into Lenkin's relaxed ass, until finally the first jet shot into the depths of the intestine. The accumulated stocks of sperm poured Lena and seeped at the edges, mixing with a transparent lubricant. I pulled out a weakened member, all wet with sperm and lubricant and, as promised, brought it again to Lena’s face. Powerless, she looked at me with a pleading look, waiting for the cancellation of penalties, a satisfied mind no longer accepted such perversions.
Calling the door tore us from the silent dialogue with eyes, Lena tried to get up, but I did not let her in, and holding the member in front of her face. Forcedly she quickly licked the head and pushed me aside and ran to put on a robe. While Elena Vladimirovna through the door asked who came and pretended that she was looking for keys, we both managed to get dressed casually.
An hour and a half later, in a warm family circle at the kitchen table, the parents met the daughter's fiancé. Dad friendly accepted the choice of his daughter, and my mother, sedate and feminine, served to the table more and more new treats. And neighbors rang at the door, loud music prevented them.