I did not write diaries in the war, but these: Familiar?

Well, by the way, in order.

The person I am calm and patient and treated my future marriage as calmly and patiently as to something inevitable and obligatory.

I met my wife at the institute where I taught, and she studied.

Irina (as she was called) was also a calm girl, and in principle, in all respects, I am suitable.

Hailing from the provinces, she retained some ancient respect and tact in dealing with a man, all the more so much older than her, especially from Moscow, a teacher and a husband.

Our life flowed measuredly, maybe without great love and orgies, but reliably and without excesses. Irina was without special requirements and agreed to everything.

I already earned good money, there was some money for a comfortable existence.

Even bought a car and a cottage. In general, they wouldn’t live if not for her mother.

Anastasia Nikanorovna had a rare ability to create a scandal from the first moment she crossed the threshold of the house.

She was displeased with everything. Apartment, car, pension, government, etc.

But the main discontent was - I did. I earn a little, I work a lot, and in general everyone drives me. I got sick of it all quickly, but she rarely came for 2-3 days, and I endured it somehow. But one day she came to her daughter for 10 days and I howled.

The mood was worse than ever, but I still suffered.

On the last day, she made a super grand scandal and I ran away to work.

Crossing the threshold of the institute, I immediately forgot about everything. The work immediately healed me Good evening, there was a banquet about protection. Either from the experience, or just wanted to, but I got a lot at the banquet and left early.

I came home and (oh, horror!) I discovered that I was alone with my mother-in-law.

Ira went to her friend's birthday party and will come late. And now I had to listen to this medley in a non-stop mode all evening.

My drunk scientific mind came up with so far only add sleeping pills to her cup of tea.

Thinking things over, I brought the idea to life.

Three pills made from Anastasia more drunk than me. I looked maliciously at her, but she staggered and continued to curse me (oh, a shrew) all the same reached the sofa.

Falling down, she snored loudly.

Now I looked more closely at her.

I had a reserve of at least 3 hours, and I decided to think well about how to teach this woman a lesson. First of all, I drank more vodka, biting leisurely from the refrigerator with a cucumber and proceeded.

At first, I neatly partition it. As it turned out, the body was still nothing. Breasts, though not so hard, but kept their shape. I could not resist and kissed her nipple. My dick was standing upright. Her belly was a little crumpled, but it was still sexy. Her pussy, too, had nothing, only very overgrown. Nastka (as I decided to call her for the time of our date) was early widowed and it was clear she didn’t have anyone to try.

Big labia lips hung beautifully, but the clitoris looked most beautiful. Big and rough he decorated all this creation. The legs, too, were pleasant, even though some veins had already protruded, but smooth and white.

The pedicure in their Uryupinsk was also present, since the heels were pleasantly smooth, and the nails were carefully processed. In short, here you are what Nastka.

I brought Vaseline and generously processing my dick, I began to stick into her vagina.

It was very narrow and terribly nice. Gently lifting her legs to my shoulders, I felt like a playboy, avenger, and a super man. Her head jumped funny, she no longer snored and it seemed that she just closed her eyes for pleasure.

Hardly restrained so as not to finish, I turned her over on her stomach.

All the same, her ass was notable. Boiling white, large and tiny anus.

It was even strange. Such a mop of hair in the rear and a tiny hole.

There I will be the first - ran through my head.

After going back for Vaseline, I put a tube to the hole and squeezed half of it inside.She was stuffed with petroleum jelly and putting her handsome man to her with a jerk he came in to the eggs. What a thrill! What are you pretty now. Cancer, and with my dick in the ass. I rocked like never before. The double meaning of the word fuck here merged into one. Then I felt the end was coming. Her once narrow ass developed and turned into a pelvis. I wanted to make it even more. And then I shot.

A ton of sperm poured into my mother-in-law. Nastka at this moment of something grunted in a dream and smiled. Waking up - I thought, and hurried. Now I wanted to leave her personally a little memory of our meeting. I decided to shave her. Smearing her pussy and anal with my shaving gel, I slowly began to shave her. Nastya increasingly sighed in a dream. I also accelerated my pace. Her pussy after shaving and ass after epilation looked so pretty that I almost repeated our "family sex."

I wiped it all cleanly, I brought the makeup, made her bright cheeks and dragging Polaroid made a historical picture. Then he quickly put it on and gently laid it on the sofa.

Sin was not to drink about the successful completion of the operation, which I did and went to bed. Soon Ira came and, through a dream, I heard her talking to her mother (now not to Nastka), as she complained that her pressure had collapsed, and here she lay down.

I have never felt so good. But most importantly, I waited for the morning. With an effort of will, I woke up earlier and after collecting some documents I settled in the kitchen opposite the bathroom, I began to depict scientific work.

My milka woke up late and shuffling, and clutching at the back (still would stick with cancer), seeded to the bathroom. When she saw me, she hissed something like “Good Morning” and slammed the door with an evil face.

I waited patiently.

She sat there for a very long time. But I waited only to meet her eyes. And I waited.

That range of feelings that was on her face was indescribable. Fear, shame, pain.

I am extremely with open eyes and with maximum sarcasm asked:

"What's up with you Mom?"

She understood everything and lowered her eyes. More precisely, she understood everything earlier in the bathroom. What can all this lead to? How quickly they will find out in her small town. That without a divorce from Irka there is not enough, and the most disgraced, and even with a daughter and children in Uryupinsk not live. All of this ran before her (and before my drunken eyes at night) and she squeezed depressedly.

"Yes, nothing will pass"

No, I'm not behind. In the end, she nagged me, and I shaved her. The score is unequal.

With the most sincere look, I began to demand from my wife that she did not even think to send the sick mother to the road. Ira gladly agreed. Anastasia Nikanorovna was silent. It was the most unexpectedly pleasant thing she could do. She did not know what to say and what will happen. But I knew for sure.

Having sent my wife to work and children to school, I, referring to the busy stayed at home.

Firmly promising my wife that I would take care of my mother, I was left alone with her. Nastka did not get out of the room as a hunted beast, and I went to my night lover.

When she saw me, she shrank all over and, in a pleading voice, began to ask: “Do not come, I beg, do not come.”

But nothing could work on me, I was ready for it:

- “If you Nastka think that I will pester you, then you are deeply mistaken.

That night, you shaved off all your hair, put on a bright make-up, pestered her husband's daughter

After that, naked photographed in the most obscene poses.

You're either crazy or maniac. And she hid the photo in different places in the apartment of her daughter. I accidentally found one and threw it out, but there may be others. ”

All this I said as calmly and theatrically as I slowly turned to leave, and then, as if remembering, threw a historical photo to her. She realized that she had lost again and said in a submissive voice:

"What do you want? Give me all the photos and I will never come. You will never see me. Do not disgrace! "

“No, Nastya,” I calmly answered her, “you spoiled too much blood for me. Now you will restore it to me. You will lick me, suck, give, masturbate. Now you are not going anywhere.

You will do me a manicure and pedicure. You'll hold me dick when I pee.

All this you will do with great desire and happiness. And then no one will ever see these photos. Now I want to know now, do you agree? ”

“Yes,” she said distinctly.

Of course, I did not torture her, and I love to write alone.

And in sex, more and more she pestered me. But sometimes I loved to make her make something like that. Yes, especially did not torment the old woman. Well, by the way, and she truly loved me.

It is a pity, after all, I did not keep diaries while I was at war with her.

September 12, 2002