Everything happened suddenly. I heard the doorbell, and heard my son went to open it, and then as in a dream. Two people in masks broke into our apartment and threatening, I don’t know what, forced us and my son to lie down on the floor. I was scared, so I could not think. A trembling pierced the whole body, like from an electric current and, not daring to even move or look at the attackers, I lay on the floor. This is now I remember that, but then my head refused to work. The consideration returned with the words of one of the attackers who ordered us to sit on the sofa. On cotton legs, with bated breath and trying not to make sudden movements, suddenly I will rebuke the attackers, without unbending, I sat on the sofa. Nearby, my son was already dutifully sitting. There were two attackers. One was higher with long hands, and as it seemed to me very young. The other was much higher and noticeably wider in the shoulders had some object in my hands, I could not determine that it was so until the end of our misadventure that it was. Both were masked, in simple inconspicuous clothes, but not homeless. They examined us for no more than a minute for which I was able to come to my senses, and began to dispose.
– « you Ivanova?», – the feeble asked in a sharp voice.
My last name was Kirilov, but this discovery did not get warmer.
– « no, I’m sorry, I’m not Ivanov », – I didn’t even recognize my voice.
– « do not lie, this is not good, you will lie I will punish you », – continued the pipe.
– « guys, we do not give a word, we want to show the Kirilov passport »?, – My son apparently moved away from shock before me and his voice sounded excitedly and sharply.
– « show », – gave a big voice …« only without tricks ».
The son gently got up, and really very smoothly went to the sideboard and took out his brand new and my battered passport. Passports were in the hands of a large.
– « Really Kirilova, here’s the case. The miss came out Spee ».
– « Yes, the unreason is pTFU », – the pity spat on the floor.
– « here is a bastard, right on the carpet », – I managed to think.
– « Well, what … … », – the bandits began to discuss the situation, and my heart fell into heels.
– « but nothing. Once they were killed, we’ll have a snack here, and we will find Ivanov the next time ».
My head refused to work again. What Ivanov, what does it have to do with us, and why they were going to bite or have a snack with us. I understood only one thing that they were not interested in money, for now, at least.
These two goats in masks settled in chairs, raked a bottle of Tynchy wine from the sideboard and took my favorite crystal glasses. After, savoring wine, the contents of the fuher went into their tinned pharynxes, (I would know in advance, even though the rat poison poured) they took up us.
– « Madame, you have nothing to », – again began the fictional.
« connoisseur of Kherov »
– « Fuck well »?, – my heart was cold again.
The fact that they can rape me, I was worried not so mortal, but here was my son …
– « that you are my guys old and not on this issue, I’m more on the household. You need girls, not me an old woman. House, family, husband, care not for fucking ».
– « old woman, you can’t say, and only 37 in the Passoparte, you are chasing yourself, but in vain, I said, you will be punished », – it was more aggressive.
-« well, get up »,-the big came up to me close, and I have nothing left to get up.
With one hand he raked my hair, and the other somehow carefully spread the floors of the bathrobe, exposing my legs. It was very strange because I was no longer scared, and the big smelled of expensive French spirits.
-« Yes, at home, somehow not festive »,-Big did not let me out.
-« show your wardrobe »,-his hand squeezed my hair with force.
I carefully, without making sudden movements, turned towards my bedroom. When we approached the wardrobe, large began to open the wings until I found a shelf with my laundry.
I love good linen, and my husband never refuses to allocate the family budget for this, so there is on my shelf where to rummage and what to choose. This is what the raider began to do. At first he found a guipure bra, completely new, with hard cups and very convenient for open dresses, he did not like him. It even outraged me a little. Then he rummaged through the entire regiment until he pulled out the tender, white grace, which my husband loved to take off before sex, he liked this. Then there appeared flesh -colored stockings with large lace elastic bands.
– « put on », – continued to command my tormentor. And handed me my clothes.
– « well, everyone rape », – I thought.
I did not care, and having thrown off the bathrobe, I began to change clothes. Big turned to the shelf and took out the peignoir. He was apparently not interested in how I looked naked, a pervert of horseradish, linen inspires him.
– « put on this, and went », – the big one according to the business examined me from head to toe, took me by the ass and pushed me to the exit.
– « can we do it here, in the same place my son, you must understand me », – I almost cried, and in the first minute it seemed to me that my proposal interested him.
– « said, went », – I pushed me big again and I, lowering my head and realizing my doom, trudged into the room.
Nothing has changed in the room. The probe sipped the wine, and the son was sitting in a tense pose on the couch. It smelled of tobacco, to which the smell of spicy male spirits was mixed. Big pushed me on the sofa next to my son.
– « so Ivanov, sorry Kirilov there are two sentences. Now we are two to fuck you », – Big nodded at me …« and quietly retire, harm, bodily we will not do you. Of course, Madame will have to be obedient. All this will happen with your dearest son, we are just cool. As a proposal »?
I froze and waited. Oddly enough, but intuition said that they really would not touch us, except for the rape. But the second sentence …
– « correctly », – as if eavesdropping on my thoughts, he said a big …« The second sentence …We are clearly not a buzz and therefore there is an opportunity to avoid this punishment », – he paused. « you can fuck Madame with a son and this will be enough ».
I sat just stunned, of course my son is already a rather adult boy, rather a young man, but with my son, …Probably, in surprise and surprise, I opened my mouth. How is it with a son? How they will force him? How will we continue to live? How? How? How? The whisper of my son led me out of thought.
-« Mom, let’s do it with you, otherwise these goats can be sick, or something else …Do not be afraid, it will be between us …They are some perverts …They will and can leave …Let’s do it, and »?
I perceived this jerky whisper, but I could not understand. Me, son, bed, sex, he is in me, I am with him. Horror. Or maybe not horror. Somewhere inside, something ached, and I felt a wave of desire to roll. I didn’t expect this. To want your son. Can’t be. But they didn’t let me listen to myself. Big, and after him the pyptic began to unfasten their trousers.
– « no better, I and my son », – probably I really had no choice.
-« with his son, with his son, the agreement is more expensive than money »,-a big in a businesslike way fastened his trousers and sat in a chair.
– « Come on with feeling and arrangement, what would we like, otherwise we will have to finish », – a smart grinned.
We sat with my son side by side on the sofa and I was beaten by a small chills, my back was covered with cold later and it was somehow a shame and inconvenient in front of my son that I was sitting next to him in underwear and now he will have to fuck his old mother. I smelled a bathrobe tightly and, like a stone, sat in front of these bastards, clutching my hands to the knees.
There would probably be one, probably, but my son was nearby, and for his sake I was ready for any sacrifice, if only they would not touch us.
He turned to me and carefully hugged me with one hand, the second also carefully laid on my knees. « how hard he is »- I thought, « I am his mother and I am already 37 years old ». Of course I follow myself, but for him an old woman. He will not be able to take me.
Scattered thoughts flashed through my head.
Also without sudden movements, my son pulled me to him. He did everything gently and pleasantly, his hands touched my shoulders, and I wanted to bury in his chest and cry.
I decided for myself, I will help him, now I will gather strength and begin to caress his cock so that he can at least something. I will certainly be ashamed, but in this situation, what I can do, only help us myself. Now …The son pressed even more tightly, and my breasts touched his body, putting his leg on my knees, he touched the lips of my cheek. From his touch became tickling and funny from awkwardness. My leg slipped between his legs and from surprise I froze. I didn’t expect this. My knee rested on a hard, sticking object that I first took for something, not at all …The gaze sank down. My boy’s panties were protruded so that I was able to examine the hair on his pubis and a wet spot around the place where his head rested on her underpants.
I am ashamed to admit, but I was pleased because I excite him so much, and a few seconds ago I overpowered myself and was going to stimulate a member.
His hand on my knee set in motion and, driving it along the leg, he moved the bathrobe to the side, his hand began to return, and the second floor of the bathrobe, moving down, exposed my legs. The bathrobe opened to the waist, freeing my legs in stockings for view, where the white skin of my thigh. The triangle of the white nylon covered my pubis, and you could see the curly hair under it. The son’s fingers feverishly tried to untie the waist of the bathrobe, and from these movements the knot was tightened even more. Taking his hands in his own and pulling him away from his belt, I untied my knot with my nails. My hands again tried to smell a dressing gown on my chest. But I have not controlled the situation. The son opened the peignoir, and as it seemed to me, he examined my breasts for a very long time. From this gaze, the nipples involuntarily swelled and began to sprinkle indecently out from under the cups of the bra. My hands still held an open robe when my son began to kiss and bite my nipples eagerly through nylon grace. The fingers drowned in his hair, and the hand tightly pressed his lips to his chest.
My son’s hands slipped over me, starting with the knees. Singing his fingers on my legs, with a bated breath, I felt the stocking of a stocking up to my stomach slowly crawling along the kapron, I waited with some impatience his touch to the pubis, but my hand, bypassing the secluded place, immediately turned out to be in my stomachOn the chest.He squeezed her strongly. A little lower the lace, and opening the nipple, he squeezed it into his mouth with his hand. It was a little painful, but from the inside, a treacherous desire for intimacy and desire began to appear from the inside. Without removing his lips, drawing a nipple into his mouth, the son continued the study of my body. Again, the hand crawled down and this time finally froze on the pubis. Fingers began to make his way under the grace pushing the material and finally I felt what I was afraid and probably waited a little. Carefully touching, his hand froze on my labia. Probably embarrassed, and careful a finger, pushed my lips a little and entered inside. My cheeks burned with shame, and they were filled with paint, but from the touch of his hands it was insanely pleasant. The finger entered the vagina several times and began to massage wet walls. This madness did not last long.
I didn’t even notice how he turned out to be naked. We must pay tribute that I did not notice anything around me. I was in a state of nirvana.
My legs themselves began to resist when my son began to push my hips with his knees, but it was fleeting and not for long. Of course, my knees parted, and I felt pressure on the lips of the vagina. My God, a little more and my son will enter me. I am ashamed, trembling pounds me, I want this, and I flowed. My lips went under pressure, and I felt how such a welcome hard and big member of my son began to enter me. He moved inside for a long time, for a very long time, until he ran into something that I felt a sharp influx of a hot wave of lust. None before, during sex, I did not experience this.
My husband and I regularly had sex, and I constantly finished, but I never had such sensations.
I broke. My lips themselves began to kiss his neck and chest. I bit his little nipples. And finally dug into his mouth. My tongue like a madman caressed his lips, sliding behind them.
Rub my legs on his back, I felt my stockings became wet from his sweat. What a shame. I jerked up my pubis towards his movements, driving a member so deeply that he, with a aching sensation, rested on the uterus, then he made elusive movements with his hips down, between my legs, and his member caught, something from above, some placeUnder the pubis.
Orgasm covered me unexpectedly. For a moment his head lingered somewhere deep inside, and I pressed with force my whole body to my son. I felt that the hair on the pubis was wet and with me and him, as if we were doused with water from a tap. Legs trembled, and it was slippery, wet and very nice.
They didn’t let us relax. The bandits were captured by what was happening at least ours and clearly wanted to continue.
– And now in the mouth, (the smart) guy, yes, you are a sexual giant, so your mother …Fuck called mom do not grieve. Come on, don’t relax, we are waiting.
My son, as if he had not heard rude shouts and vulgar jokes, he obsessively continued to caress me. He did not let out the nipples and my breasts from his hands, the neck and my lips burned from his passionate kisses. Fears that my son could not cope with me and I was happy to surrender to him, not feeling neither remorse, nor embarrassment, nothing but a great desire to be with him, hug him with his hands and legs, raise his hips to his meeting.
Time stopped.
Carefully, on the foot of my head, my boy brought his magnificent member closer to my face. Smelled of a man and desire. I had no choice, thank God, and readily I set my mouth. My dear was delicate. His cock plunged into me carefully and slipped in his tongue and a little in the throat. Back, and backward. The touches of his member were given to the clitoris with a jerk and a surge of heat. I seemed to swell the blood flow in all organs.
His penetration became deeper and more sharp. My head was spinning, and I was choking, but it was not in my power to stop. My son felt that I clearly lack air, and began to move in my mouth more rhythmic. In the language in the throat, I strongly suck his cock, almost completely removes it, and I sigh freely, and again deeper. The first time I was just fucked in my mouth, and it turned out great.
Probably this went on for a long time, and when I again began to realize the situation, my hand held his scrotum and caressed it in the palm of my hand. My finger touched the anus and slipped inside. I wanted to take him out right away, but my son began to sit down and a finger entered entirely in his ass. He moved back so that his finger fucked him. My son has gone crazy. Putting his cock in my throat, he still managed to sit down on my finger and tremble with his whole body. The pace has become frantic and reached the climax. Tearing my throat, entering my mouth, as if it were a vagina, my dear froze for a second and …Hot liquid began to fill my mouth, and if it had not loosened the pressure, I probably would have chopped. I swallowed sperm, enjoying a brackish taste, possessing this young body, inhaling the smell of sweat, and of course afraid to choke on. The son ended indefinitely, a stream behind a stream with hot pulsating fountains, pouring my sky and throat.
For a few minutes I died. Without feeling neither my legs, I experienced just what happened. Fire burned and my mouth and my nipples and vagina. Stockings were wet and dumbfounded and dumb to the legs, cold. Grace was also wet, but already from our sweat. I have never been so good in my life, although I always received great satisfaction from sex. Felts of an extraordinary situation with a raid, felts sex with a son, Toli son was a very good partner, roofing felts all at once, but with pleasure my legs trembled with a small tremor, which I could not calm down.
Our tormentors went to the toilet or to the kitchen, I never found out where they went, but the main thing was not there and it was already good. My favorite …The son was near, breathed heavily, but did not stop touching my foot. His eyes were closed, and a smile wandered on his face. He, just like I was good. I felt it in a way.
Sexual fullness simply overwhelmed me without any thought, I just really wanted it, I began to stroke his cooled member. He was soft and elastic, pleasantly located in my hand. As a rubber he succumbed to my movements and took the original form. This could be admired and enjoy endlessly. Another of my madness was to lean towards my son’s stomach and kiss his head tightly on a strong suction. Having moved the delicate skin from the head of his member, I kissed a member several more times. I probably would have done this, but in my eyes and in my hands, the trunk began to grow stronger, and bone began to appear inside. I did not allow myself even in a relationship with my husband. Moving the skin up and down, I was fascinated by how my (already mine) lover again gained shape.
He threw me on his back. Our lips met and, not paying attention to the pain, passionate kisses rained down on both sides. My insides began to contract, and there was a sucking desire to feel his member inside, so that he would push and stretch my skin again. I crawled out that my son would have me again. The straps of the grace rolled down my shoulders and, collecting it with a stocking, the son took off his laundry through my legs. I was, I wanted to be naked and defenseless in front. Taking his palms, I covered my breasts with them, which trembled in his strong hands. My legs crawled in different directions. The entrance was open and, holding it by the ass, I introduced this miracle deep into myself. He so sharply made me that the scream himself escaped from my lips. My boy was unpredictable. Just two blows to the uterus and I turned it on my orgasm.
There was a lot in me, the vagina tightly wrapped around the penis and stretched from each movement. I was turned inside out, and I helped this with all my might.
My boy moaned pleasantly in his ear, pouring my cheek with hot breath, clutching my buttocks tightly, and pushing up, he whispered some cute delusional words like sweet, beloved, desired. Member as a piston taped my insides, and from light pain and great desire my head was spinning. Here again, he entered me until it stops into something in my vagina and slipped to the sides. The son swing on me, pressing my breasts with his whole body, his ubiquitous member touched or stretched the walls of my poor pussy. His hands again set in motion, and now his finger felt for my entrance to the ass. I have not tried anal sex never treated this somehow squeamish, but now from this touch my body is arched by an arc. Persistently my son, introduced a finger to my anus, and in my surprise I myself began to sit on it. Pain added, but a wave of delight went from below and from above. We got hidden as obsessed, our movements became united and complementing each other’s bodies merged into one. His jerk in me received a return on my hips, several times from side to side and my priest finds a protruding finger.
We finished for a long time and strongly. I was shaking like in a fever. Hot moisture from me leaked to my feet and flowed along stockings, crotch, on the sofa. His shocks, blows were accompanied by eruption of hot sperm somewhere above my throat, in the brain. I felt the power of his fountains on the walls of the vagina, and from this each time I also mercilessly flowed from me. My nails pierced the back of my son and scratched his skin, I wanted to hurt him for all my admiration. I screamed in a voice. In me, in me, in me. There was an unexpected silence. The son froze on his elbows, and unexpectedly drove his dick with all his strength. A wave of orgasm covered me with my head, and I did not even fight to get out. With all the cells of the body, I pressed against him, crossed my legs on my back, and pulled it strongly, strongly. In such a convenient position, we lay until his tension was asleep, and with a quiet squelch he came out of me.
It was so good for me that everything became indifferent, raiders, shame in front of my son and a future explanation with my husband, my nudity and puddle under me. Everything ceased to exist. How good I was, it is impossible to tell, you need to feel it.
But all the good ends and finally it began to reach me that the extra two pairs of eyes drill me like an X-ray, the felts of these eccentrics were surprised by something else, but they stood in some kind of numbness and if not for the masks, then I would surelyI saw their elongated faces.Finita la comedy, concert is completed by boys. Helping my hand, I got up with an effort from the sofa and with the support of my beloved son trudged into the bath.
Finally I’m alone. The cold from the bathtub on which I was sitting began to normalize me, and I really wanted a hot soul. Bringing my leg over the bathroom, I suddenly remembered that the towels were sent to washing, and there was nothing to wipe off. As I did not want to return to the bedroom. Trembling in the knees, inside the fire, all in sweat and wet, flows from a bucket. Call my son, let him take a look after mom, especially since I brought him not a little pleasure.
Quietly opening the door, I looked out of the shower, the room was clearly empty, and no matter what attention, I carefully headed on the buttons to my bedroom.
The voices were heard from the hallway, probably the son is led out by guests. I have not determined to be angry or rejoice at this incident, but the guys were extremely courteous. Of course, they could rape me, of course, they could pick up all the money and values, beat me, ultimately. Gave a word and hold, some strange. The head has not yet thought, especially now the main thing was to take a towel and take a shower. My intuition said that the raiders would leave, and I will forget them like a nightmare. But I did not expect to hear a quiet laughter in the hallway, even after all the surprises. The laughter was the most wrong of all that had happened. Approaching the door of the hallway, I focused all my scattered attention on the conversation. Sayed by my son strangely.
– «? Enough two hundred, as agreed », – apparently the raiders demanded money from his son, but he spoke clearly without fear of these people.
I heard the baritone of the big …« Sasha do not press », – Sasha was my son, and I thought they had already met. Nonsense.
– « I have no more, I set aside a couple of stewers after the work of the camp, and generally end », – stress was heard in Sasha’s voice.
– « we provided you with such a high, and you …Okay joking, we joke … », – a laugh was heard.
– « Say thank you that I don’t take from you for watching such cool sex », – my son joked.
– « and really », – the voice of a pike sounded the same fun …« if I immediately offered, then I would have given a hundredth for such a show for sure. You are a man just a giant, and your mother is super. I barely restrained myself, from the desire to touch her ».
– « I would touch you », – the son answered, and again everyone laughed quietly.
– « well, Pokedova, help will need to call ».
The front door creaked and slammed shut.
Stunning Day.
I stood unable to move. It turns out that what. No one raid, and they are no raiders. It’s just that my son wanted me and did not find anything better than to make such a staging. Talent. If I had not heard it myself, I would never believe. Now there will be both thunder and lightning. Lightning?.. No probably there will be no lightning. After such pleasure, I somehow do not want to be angry, let it remain a secret for everyone, but …
The door opened, and I whipped my son with a towel in a grand scale. He is like an elephant of a crude, but I am still pleased.
– « Come on, help me get into my bath », – turning around to him with a bare back and making an angry voice, I talked over my shoulder.
His hands gently lay down on my buttocks, causing a trembling in the whole body again, and his tongue was in my ear.
– « and take two hundred dollars from the sideboard as compensation for the performance, otherwise I worked for two months », – I turned to him and bit me by the lip.
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