In the morning mom called breakfast. My sleepy eyes have hardly opened. In the doorway, I saw her distinct naked silhouette. It seems that I did not dream of all this, and this actually happens, I thought once again.
– Get up, sucking … went to breakfast, I prepared your favorite pancakes with blueberries.
Mom still remembered how I love her breakfast.
– Sit down without me, I’ll go down now. Two minutes Mamul.
Realizing that my morning riser protruded the blanket, I tried to hide this misunderstanding as soon as possible. Mom came up and sat down to my bed.
– Kid, do not be shy of your body, it’s normal when boys have an erection in the morning. Ben walks around the house with a riser every morning and does not worry about this at all. You can not worry about this!
I was still in shorts, unlike my “relatives”, besides, jumping out of bed, hastened to put shorts on top of them as soon as possible. Seeing my experiences for her partial nudity, without a complex about this, my mother only sighed languidly and left my room, swinging her elastic buttocks from side to side.
– Irene, where is our little friend? You managed to wake him? – Ben asked his mother.
My mother was called Ira, but for some reason they called her Irene.
Entering the kitchen, I tried not to look at naked people and twisted my head around. Sitting at the table I focused on food at ease.
– Everything is good, dear? – putting my hand on my knee, my mother asked.
– Yes, thanks … Great pancakes of mothers! – hiding embarrassment, I answered.
From her touch, my cock tensed even more, I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and tried to relax, and when I opened it, its silicone balls with the nipples sticking up swayed right near my face. Pouring coffee in my mug, she got up from the table and leaned forward slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed how Ben glanced at her ass protruded in his direction and his whitened teeth again flashed into a smile growing on his face. His hand immediately reached for her mother’s ass, but she immediately, feeling his touch, turned around and grabbed his hand, conditionally showing her eyes “well, not with children”. While we had breakfast, my sister looked into my eyes all the time, but I, as I did not try, could not focus my eyes in her eyes. Involuntarily, he sank a little lower and with animal lust, my brain immediately began to work intensively on the creation of dirty fantasies, but she, realizing this, only smiled coquettishly.
The first days took place in this format. I still could not get used to it and terribly bothering about this and was shy. Most of the time just sat in his room or shied with friends on the street. I told them about what was happening the very next day, and each time they began to beg me to visit me, but I refused them under various far -fetched prepositions. One evening, I returned home after a walk with friends and found that there was no one in the apartment. In my mother’s things, I found a photo album. There were a lot of photos where they rested with the whole family, and on some there were still people, unfamiliar to me, which excited even more, because almost all of them were completely naked. I took out a member and began to masturbate slowly with one hand, and the other continued to leaf through the photo album.
In some photographs, my mother was close -up, and I began to slap the head of a penis in her nipples, imagining that everything was true. Then, like an evil, the front door slammed treacherously and I heard a sonorous basement of heels in the hallway, and I was just sitting in the hall on the ground floor. Quickly putting on his pants, I covered myself with a pillow and turned on the TV, as if nothing had happened. My mother appeared in the room with muffled, muffled, soft lighting. She was alone. Standing in the aisle, she looked at me with a predatory look and slowly unfastened the blouse. I felt uneasy, and I interrupted an awkward silence.
– Well, how they walked?
A pleasant female aroma was emanating from her, interspersed with grape, or rather wine. By her smile and gleam in her eyes, I immediately understood everything.
– Oh, I got drunk as I don’t know who is pancake … Ben even took me home, apparently so that I would not disgrace him to his friends from Russia … ik! Oh.
Having removed the blouse, her round boobs began to swing slightly to the beat of her awkward movements. Trying to take off her skirt, she fell on the ass and lowered her half “hung” a little.
– Uf, tired … ik! Oh. You can’t help mom, son?
Hoping that she will not notice my reinforced concrete riser in such a state, under her pants and in a dark room, I put down the pillow and got up from the sofa to approach. Mom sat on a pope with her legs bent at her knees and her shoulders. Seeing helping in my face, she leaned back on her back, falling on the carpet. Mom lifted her long, slender legs up, so that it was easier for me to pull off her skirt, stuck just below the knees. As soon as I pulled her, she immediately began to spread her legs to the sides, pulling the fabric with her knees, preventing her from taking it off.
Playing with me in this way, she only raised me even more and in one sharp movement I still managed to drag this patch of fabric up her feet, on which there was only a couple of black stockings with clasps. Having lowered her legs to the floor, she continued to lie on her back and laugh, revealing all her smoothly blessed charms to my gaze. As I said, she did not wear the underwear, well, or wore it very rarely, and my gaze immediately riveted this alluring hole.
– Oh, how good I am … will not give mom a pen? – Her voice returned me to reality.
– Um … I thought something, sorry mom. – holding out her hand in response, I said.
– Thinking? Do not deceive! You looked at my pussy … I saw!
I was embarrassed and even blushed slightly.
– Just look at who we have such a shy here? Try to free yourself from all these complexes just taking off all the clothes … I understand, strangers and all that … But now we are alone. Come on … take off your pants.
Her hand immediately reached out to my lightning on jeans and deftly unbuttoned her with a button. She continued to sit on the floor, only crawled to me, so her head was approximately at the level of my belt. Without loosening the strap to the end, she pulled the jeans sharply, and they pulled down with her underpants, which I, unlike it, carried it always. Blood member as a spring flew out. Swaying in front of his mother, he froze right in front of her face.
– Wow! I didn’t even think that my son has such a big cock. The last time I bathed you as a child, you had a tiny pussy, and now just a giant!
I was numb with excitement and continued to stand in front of her, not breathing mail. Having removed my pants from me completely, she grabbed my cock with a hand at the base, near the testicles, and directing him upside down came to him face.
– Hmm … and it smells perfectly, not like your father. From his baton always carried urine. – sniffing my trunk, said mom.
Turning her back to me, she rested her hands on the floor and began to get up, while she first lifted her ass up, arched back, as if teasing me. So she crawled to the nearest chair and resting on him completely stood up. After standing for a couple of seconds, swaying, she collapsed on this chair and launched two pellets of her legs between her legs.
– God … ik!… I’m flowing from my son’s cock … I look like you need to quit drinking. Oh, I said that, ik!?
Then the most interesting. As soon as I realized that my mother simply fell out in the same chair, I began to use the situation. At first, he just came closer and began to look at her magnificent body, on which doctors apparently worked well – surgeons. Even her chubby lips have changed since then. Previously, they were ordinary sizes, like her ass, and now they seemed to be pumped up. Realizing that she was sleeping tightly, I approached and without ceasing to turn, began to sniff and look at all her delicious parts of the body.
A stream of sperm flew out unexpectedly, and part of her fell into her mother’s thighs, which she so imposingly spread to the sides, prudently opening me the best views on her wet hole. With my fingers, I carefully wiped the sperm from her and climbed into my room. About a couple of hours after a couple of hours all the other members of my mother’s family returned, but I was already exactly. I slept tightly.
To be continued…
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