It was more difficult to masturbate in the army – I was always afraid that the colleagues would notice and would laugh. Had to be satisfied less often, and the impressions of this were even brighter. At night, slowly under the blanket, by the hand of the hand over the cock, I saw my mother in front of me, like a living. Or rather, sitting on himself. Or rather, jumping on my cock.
During the meeting, I didn’t think about sex. I didn’t think, even when I was left with my mother alone in the room. But when she unfastened the shirt – I could no longer think about anything else.
Mom looked excellent. She was always very beautiful. Tall, even a little higher than me. Curly red hair to the shoulders. Mischievous green eyes. My mother’s figure was just perfect. Mom could not be called thin, but all the more she could not be called Tolstoy – in one place of her mother’s body there was not even a hint of any gram of excess weight. Her breasts were small, but perfect shape. I ran around her again, then still …Then he stugged on the bed, trying to hide an erection.
– While I arrived, all sweated. I thought in the room is cooler – and here is even hotter.
Mom took off my shirt completely. She was dressed in this very shirt, a black skirt above her knees, and sandals. In this clothing, she looked very sexy.
– You too undress – I look, you’re all wet. – She told me.
I was in no hurry, since my Habeshka tunic was remarkably hidden by a standing member.
– undress, undress! – Mom smiled and unfastened the buttons on the tunic herself. Fearing that now my mother will see and understand everything, I fell into a stupor and did not have time to figure out to object to her. And my mother pulled the gymnast from me. I leaned a little bit and with my hand, put in my pocket, turned the member, pressing it to my stomach. Mom did not notice anything.
– What kind of muscular have you become here! She said, looking at me delightfully.
– We have physical preparation every day.
Mom ran her hand over my shoulders, hands.
– Great! Just like a movie hero of some.
I smiled.
-And all wet! – Mom looked at her hand, which also became wet from sweat. – And why didn’t you want to undress? I took off my shirt, but still it’s hotly unbearably unbearable …Perhaps I will also take off the skirt if you don’t mind.
Naturally, I did not mind. Mom got up, took off her skirt and hung her on the bed of the bed, remaining in her panties and in a bra. There was nothing unusual for her – at home she constantly walked like that on hot days. And on the beach I also often saw her in such an outfit. But now it has further strengthened my excitement. The member turned and stood up in the trousers. I bent so that my mother does not notice this. She was worried:
– What, your stomach is sick? I see you have become some kind of tense.
Mom gently took my shoulders and straightened me. I blushed densely. Mom’s gaze, not reaching my stomach, stopped at a huge elevation on my trousers. Mom said:
– Ah, here it is …
And turned away. Her cheeks also flooded the blush. I was scared that she would be offended, and made an awkward attempt to calm her down:
– Mom, don’t be offended please! Just …With sex we have problems here …
– Yes, I’m not offended. – said mom, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. – I understand.
I hugged her too. For a while we sat silently. My fright has passed, and the excitement has become even more.
And at this time I suddenly heard a quiet rhythmic creaking of springs in the next room! At first I thought that it seems to me from excitement. But the creaking did not pass – on the contrary, it became louder and more often. I remembered how one of my colleagues entered the next room with a friend who arrived to visit him.
The plywood walls of the hostel remarkably missed the sound. Soon from the wall was heard a quiet groan of a girl …
-Some of yours are lucky. – said mom.
– It’s a girlfriend who came to Ilyukha Zaitsev. – I answered.
We still sat in a hiding.
The moan was repeated. Then again. Excitement supplanted all my fears out of my head. I quietly asked:
– Mom, but you can, I will stroke your breasts?
Mom, tilting her head slightly, looking at me and smiling, asked in a whisper:
– Do you want me to be your girlfriend today?
– I really want, mom!
– Good …
I put my palms on my mother’s breasts and began to carefully stroke and crush them through the bra. Mom did not mind. I was no longer embarrassed by erection. Mom stroked a member through his pants.
– Yes, not small you have.
Then she started her hands behind her back, unbuttoned the bra and took it off. I got out of bed, went to the door and locked it. Whispered:
– Take off the pants.
I took off my boots, then trousers. In some underpants sat on the bed. The thought flashed with lightning: now all my dreams will come true, now I will have sex with my mother.
Mom sat on my knees. Hug me. We kissed. She stroked my shoulders, hair, hands. I started to caress my mother too. Stroked her back, on the hips. Then he put his hands on her chest, felt small hard nipples under his palms. Mom pressed me to her, and we kissed again. My mother’s tongue walked in my mouth. Through two layers of thin fabric, I felt my dick resting on my mother’s brush. And he also felt that she was wet. The kiss lasted for a long time. Turning away from my lips, my mother whispered:
– I like to be your girlfriend.
She froze on my knees, moving pussy on a member.
– You have such a hard cock …I so want him in myself …
Mom’s hand slipped into my underpants, my mother began to caress my cock gently. I put my hand in her panties. She got up a little, missing me to her secret. Mom’s pussy was completely wet. Looking into each other’s eyes, we caressed each other for some time in the most intimate places.
Last night I mastered for a long time, dreaming how I will see my mother today. Yes, even this morning he repeated this, locked in the toilet. And now he enjoyed, without fear of finishing too quickly.
Mom squeezed my cock, stroked him, gently stroked the scrotum. I caressed her nipples with one hand, and my second hand remained under her panties. At first I stroked my mother’s lips, then I felt for the clitoris tubercle and the tip of my finger carefully stroked it. Mom gasped softly and arched back. I felt her hole and slowly introduced a finger to my mother inside.
“Mischief,” she giggled, “you will bring your own mother to orgasm. And I want your cock to be inside me at that moment …
I began to pull off my mother panties. It was inconvenient while she was on my knees. Mom got up and took off her panties, staying in front of me in the barefoot. I also took off my underpants.
– Come on the floor …- Mom said quietly. – And then the bed will creak.
– Come on, mom! – it seemed that I said with my lips.
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