For the period of repair, Lyudka and I moved to her mother-in-law, in her three-room apartment in the center of the city. It is worth noting that we lived in a one-room and on the outskirts. However, this is all particular.

That day I woke up early to have time to wash my head before work. Ludka was still sleeping, when I hardly got out from under the blanket on the uncomfortable mother-in-law sofa and, feeling the aches in my sides, I dragged myself to the bathroom.

Mother-in-law was called Zinaida Yegorovna, she was a large magnificent woman with a carefully and richly made-up face. She worked in some kind of building management. I was treated strictly, by the way, and to Ludka too. Her husband died long before our wedding from a heart attack.

Trying not to make noise, I went out into the corridor. The light in the kitchen was on fire, so the mother-in-law was already up, and she always got up before anyone else. In the corridor lay a soft fleecy walkway, and it was very pleasant to step on it. Going to the hallway, I rummaged in the pockets of my jacket in search of a comb. Then he turned to the bathroom door and stopped. I stood in a strip of light from the kitchen, which was visible from here almost all of it. Zinaida Egorovna in a bathrobe stood at the kitchen cupboard and strangely, somehow swayed convulsively. She put her hands on the tabletop and, as it seemed to me at first, barely kept her balance, trying not to fall.

Thinking that she was feeling bad, I jerked forward, took a couple of steps and - hesitated. Something was wrong. I looked more attentively, and ...

Zinaida Egorovna sobbed, with difficulty holding back noisy breathing, threw her head back. At the same time, she stood on tiptoe, went down again, and her ass moved back and forth, while the door of the buffet clearly squeaked and tapped. I remembered that when I climbed into the buffet for a can of coffee, the handle from this door pressed into my groin. The handle was plastic, smooth, mushroom-like, and stuck out far away, so I always cursed, having accidentally caught her thigh. Is my mother-in-law now ... But it was too late to stop. By inertia I flew into the kitchen, Zinaida Yegorovna quickly looked around, stood still, lowered her eyes.

“Misha, you've got up already,” she said in an unnatural voice, holding her breath. “Will you make coffee?”

Yeah, well. When she began to make me coffee! Trying to show that I did not notice anything, I answered cheerfully ...

- Oh, nothing, mom, myself!

And briskly went straight to her. More precisely, to the can of coffee, since we are talking about it. And then he realized that he was a fool. The mother-in-law stood, with her belly tilted to the sideboard as pinned. Although why how? Approaching close to her, I realized that it was so ... When I imagined it, I imagined that Zinaida Egorovna was sitting on a plastic fungus, I had an idea that flashed through my mind ... is she in pants or not? It has long been seen ... the brain has no shame. However, the imagination he, bastard, has! Therefore, in a panic, I felt that my dick began to burst. Trying to hide this circumstance, I, following the example of Zinaida Egorovna, instinctively put my stomach to the buffet, more precisely, tried.

The fact is that a convenient approach to a can of coffee was closed by a mighty figure of my mother-in-law. But to retreat in such a situation is to impersonate. Therefore, counting on the speed of the maneuver, I pressed my stomach against her thigh and, standing on my tiptoes, reached for the can. Needless to say that emboldened by the movement along the soft and warm body of mother-in-law, my cock rushed like a hundred meter away. At the same time, I felt that he simply climbed out of my heats. It got me so upset that my hand, having missed, pushed the can even deeper on the shelf. In the reverse phase of the movement, my dick drew a soft mother-of-robe flannel fabric so that I gasped slightly in surprise.

- Come on Misha, I'll pick you up! - said Zinaida Egorovna in her usual confident voice.She got unstuck from the sideboard with a weak but distinct smacking sound and, putting her hands in my ass, sat me down on the tabletop with one movement before I could even figure out something. I’m sure we both didn’t expect it. But imagine a picture ... I am sitting right in front of Zinaida Egorovna in some swimming trunks, shifted up under the powerful pressure of my erect member, aimed directly at the mother-in-law's face. Silent scene.

- Misha, you're a pig. I'll call Lyudmila now, let her see everything.

- Call, Mom. I wonder what she will think about you. Probably think that you have found a replacement for your plastic fungus!

Zinaida Egorovna turned red. Her sleek face twitched, copiously repaired crimson thick lips curved, her magnificent chest walked.

- Has found, yes ?! Ah, found! I'll show you what I found!

Everything further seems to me to be some kind of incredible, fantastic dream. She tugged at my hips, and I, so as not to fall, clung to her shoulders. Zinaida Egorovna, holding me up on weight, pressed me with her stomach to the cupboard so that she was completely between my thighs, and my dick - between her respectively. The next moment I found myself sitting on the tabletop of the sideboard with my legs spread wide and with a member in the place where the plastic fungus had just been located.

My back was pressed to the cabinet with shelves. I was stunned.

- Will you scream, Misha? - She raised herself on tiptoe, turned her hips, to make her captive's stay more comfortable. Then she sank back, and I groaned in pain ... my cock was bent and clamped in my dungeon. I reflexively bent over and pressed against my mother-in-law. Holding my hips tightly and breathing in my ear, she began to fuck me, I will not find another word. - Trusov, it means that it was not - it seemed suddenly. - And what if Lyudka sees now? She has a daughter in the next room, and she ...

- Bear, pig! Not only Ludka ... I also ... want ... Are you alright?

You are raped as a woman and they ask whether it is good! Although ... for some reason I liked it ... it was embarrassing and fantastically unusual. Zinaida Egorovna moved her hips back and forth, occasionally lifting herself on tiptoes, and I put my hand between her squeezed-bodied hills, moved and crushed her heavy hemispheres. - Why Lyudka no such? One hand had to hug the mother-in-law by the neck. In the ass hit the sharp edge of the table, the member is squeezed and twisted like in a meat grinder. Zinaida Egorovna often breathes heavily, moans deeply, stroking my thighs, running my hand from the bottom into my swimming trunks, grabbing my balls, pulling at myself and away from myself with every thrust. I manage to pull out the bogus' chest from my bra, and I wrinkle it with one hand.

An alarm clock rang in the bedroom! The sofa creaked ... Lyudka gets up ... Zinaida Egorovna pulls me off the tabletop, clasps my buttocks with her hands, pushes them apart ... I feel her finger entering my ass, I start to finish ... She pushes me at the table stool. When Lyudka looks in, the mother-in-law has already taken the ill-starred can from the shelf, and I, with my mouth open and stuffing my dick back into the melting, continue to finish.

... That day we were going to move in with us. Lyudka woke up earlier and went to the bathroom. I basked in bed, and my overwhelmed member didn’t let me fall asleep. I recalled our recent adventure with Zinaida Egorovna. My hand has long been slid up and down the stem of a member, even more swollen with these memories. Suddenly there was a hurried knock of heels on the floor, and my mother-in-law literally burst into the bedroom. She was already dressed before going to work and in her high-heeled boots. I did not even have time to blink an eye as she tore off the blanket from me, and I appeared before her in all its glory and with a raised member, squeezed in a fist. What happened next was such a shock that I had never experienced before.

Zinaida Egorovna lightly stepped straight onto my bed, swayed on the plaintively creaking sofa, and my hips were trapped between the heels of her boots.

- Pig, Bear! Well, what are you a pig! She says softly. With both hands, she lifts her skirt, lowers her tights with her shorts up to half her hips. And, as if on a toilet, I fall on my hips. She sticks her hand between her legs, firmly catches my dick, and holding it like an anchor, changes her position, kneels. Then, without letting go of the member, he fidgets backwards, directs him into his goalkeeper's trap. She rests her palms on my shoulders, stands up slightly, sits down, again, again ... A soft, barely audible smack. Zinaida Yegorovna throws her head back, sways, moans. My member, as an element of a mechanical device, passively slides along a soft wet guide. A shower noise is heard from the bathroom. Ludka washes ...

It is a pity that my partner is dressed. Now to mash her watermelons! When such a case will be! No, I do not have time ... I stroke the hips of my rapist, trying to reach the buttocks ... No, my hands are short. I put my hand under the bottom edge of the pantyhose, stumble on my own member. The hand is immediately pressed down to my stomach. Zinaida Egorovna stops, snatches my hand, imperatively puts it on her hip. I stroke a soft, fleshy leg through warm, rough tights. I stroke my palms to the beat. Begin to swing away the pelvis. It's a shame how ... And nice! Luda ... She always takes a long time to wash ... For a long time, right? ...

Zinaida Egorovna, panting, stops. The toe of the boot is painfully pressed between the ankles. She lifts herself on her arms, with her toe boots spreads my legs, her knees push my hips apart, she lowers her pants with pantyhose to her knees, lies down on me. Mother-in-law fucks me by squeezing into the sofa.

I can not refrain from groans. I oykayu with every push, my hands are crumpled and crumpled smooth ass, so big and so meaty. I want to try everything that is possible. As a woman I bend my legs, lift my knees. Zinaida Egorovna loudly, with a groan, sniffs nose, convulsively exhaling through the mouth. She lies on me, breathes in my ear and, kneeling in bed, quickly moves my back between my thighs under the plaintive creaking of the sofa.

Here I am doing something that I have never done in my life ... I lift my legs and embrace with them my mother-in-law's naked ass. Pressing the legs to the fleshy buttocks of a woman, helping her sit down on his penis. I can not describe how it was a shame and voluptuous at the same time. From this unbearable squall of feelings, I begin to stop, almost losing consciousness and trying not to shout. The mother-in-law rolls over me, with quick movements she pulls on her pants with pantyhose, straightens her skirt and, hurriedly banging her heels, heads for the hallway. A minute later the door slammed shut. Half-crushed, I blissfully roll over on my side, and my smoking member gratefully cuddles over to the cool part of the sheet.