Alyona looked out of the window of the kitchen of their country house and looked with envy at her husband with the guests, located throughout the garden of their country house. Who played badminton or splashed in the pool, who drank coffee or something stronger, who just walked between shady trees and bushes. Her husband had fun, telling jokes and getting drunk on his favorite brandy. It was one of the last weekend, when the sun was still warming, and people seemed in a hurry to enjoy the last warm days of the Indian summer. There were about fifty people in total, plus their children.

Alyonin's husband sometimes collected the people he needed, skillfully mixing them with his friends, of whom he had a carriage and a small truck. Alena also assumed the role of a hospitable hostess, trying to surprise everyone with her culinary abilities. And she quite succeeded.

- Aunt Alena, where is your trash can? - Alena shuddered in surprise, and looking back she saw in front of her Anton, the sixteen-year-old son of the orchestra of her husband.

“There is a large trash bin under the sink,” Alena replied.

- Thank you, Aunt Alena.

Alena moved a little to one side so that Anton could open the door under the sink.

“Since you are here before you go, you will help me now,” said Alena.

- Honey, come to us, enough to hang out in the kitchen, - shouted her husband. He stood at the grill and made a kebab.

- Yes. I'll go up now, dear, - Alena looked out of the window, leaning slightly and resting her hands on the window-sill.

Anton stood behind her, also leaning, as if hanging over her, but not touching her. Alyona, however, felt the heat of his warmth and even the smell of a man's cologne interspersed with the slightly exciting smell of a man’s body.

“Your husband makes a very tasty kebab,” Anton said softly, leaning over Alena’s ear. Now she felt him press his groin and stomach against her, trying to lean out of the window. She felt his hot breath on her neck and she felt a little tickling in this place. Something firm rested Alyona in the right half of the priests, and she opened her mouth in amazement realizing that the teenager had an erection. And this erection is pretty decent size. It seemed that Anton did not even suspect that his member rested with Alena on her ass.

Alyona wore short shorts made of thin material and a blouse with spaghetti straps. Her legs looked very profitable in these shorts, and her breasts did not need support, as she had the perfect shape and did not hang at all.

Now Anton handed over plates to someone and constantly leaned on Alena with her whole body, either weakening or increasing pressure on her. He deliberately deliberately long done this operation.

Finally he finished and moved away from her. Alyona immediately turned to Anton and looked at him. The silhouette of a member of Anton clearly traced in his shorts. Alyona suddenly noticed that her very nipples on her breasts tightened and stick out through the thin material of her blouse. She already wanted to drive on Anton, but at that moment she heard the voice of her husband behind her back.

“Yes, dear,” she cried, looking directly at Anton in the eyes.

What happened afterwards surprised her more than if she had been elected president of America. While she was talking to her husband, Anton knelt down and began kissing her legs at the shorts, tickling her thighs with her tongue. Alyona froze in surprise, and emboldened Anton suddenly with a sharp movement of his hands pulled her shorts down, and she was naked below the belt. He immediately clung to, as it turned out wet, Alena's lips.

- Anton, are you crazy? Stop it now! - Alena shouted in a whisper.

She did not want to attract the attention of either her husband or guests. So she tried to keep talking to her husband as if nothing was happening. She only turned to face him, at the same time trying to break out of Anton’s arms and not to arouse suspicion of her husband.However, Anton immediately stuck his head between her legs and, leaning his back against the wall under the window, continued his work.

- Do you even hear me? - the husband did not lag behind.

“Yes, of course,” Alena rose on her toes, trying to get away from the language of Anton, but, tired of standing so, she sank directly onto the language of Anton. And Anton at this time with both hands grabbed Alena's ass and squeezed her in his arms like dough.

- Mark Kaplovsky was interested in ...

- God, no! - burst out of Alena ...

“I haven’t said anything yet,” her husband said indignantly. Alena felt the hand of Anton began to stroke her leg and immediately two fingers penetrated into it at once. By the way these fingers met no resistance, Alena realized that there she was very, very wet. Anton began to play with Alyonina with a hole, which, for example, reacted with pleasure when Anton did his fingers as if he was portraying them. With Alena, something incomprehensible was happening, she saw her husband, his mouth, lips, which moved, explaining something, but Alena did not hear anything.

Alena grabbed the sill with both hands and with all her strength holding her balance, tried to portray the interest on her face. Finally, the husband stopped talking, and Alyona, just in case, said that she would do as he wished. The husband turned with satisfaction and went to the guests, but for some reason, Anton thought that this was said to him and, with a triumphant smile, pulled Alena down.

Oh, - Alyona screamed in surprise, began to fall down. - What are you doing, Anton stop.

When Alyona was on Anton's feet, he again raised her slightly and immediately lowered her. Alyona felt her lower lips open and let a member of the teenager into herself.

Anton began to lift and lower Alyona at a breakneck pace, and Alyona all she could do was put her hands on the boy's chest and try not to groan from pleasure. She put her feet on the floor and folded her knees over Anton's belly. Soon, Anton was tired of this position and he raised his hands, grabbed Alyona's ankles and pulled up. Alyona suddenly found herself on her back on the floor with her legs up, which found a place for themselves on Anton's shoulders. Anton, full of teenage energy, began to work like a jackhammer. His hands began to crush her breasts and pinch her nipples. Alena bit her lip trying to delay an orgasm, but literally a minute later she was already shaking her head from side to side. Anton slowed down his frictions a little, and when Alena began to recover, she came out of her and put her on her knees and hands, entered her from behind. Just a couple of minutes of intense frictions and Anton began to wheeze to Alena. His penis began to spit out the sperm, and Alena again could not stand it and began to finish ...

When Alena recovered, Anton was already fully dressed. Alyona, right there with all its might gave Anton a slap in the face.

- Why, Aunt Alena? - he was indignant.

- What? You did not understand? Why do you think you can afford such things? Who are you advised to pester adult women and other people's wives? - Alain spoke loudly in a whisper, somehow trying to save face.

“Seryoga,” he answered simply. Seryoga, or Gray, was the son of a famous lawyer who collaborated with Alyonin's husband. He was older than Anton by a year and a half. Alena could not stand him.

- And where is he? - surprised Alena.

- So he told me that you gave him a couple of times and even recommended you ... By the way, he turned out to be right ...

- And you believed him? - Alyona offended.

- So he lied to me ...?

- Anton, don't be a fool. He just ruffled, and you hung his ears.

Anton turned white.

- Aunt Alena, sorry. I did not know. I thought if he ... Then I can also ...

- Okay. Shut up too, - Alena waved her hand. She got up and left ...