Immediately after the army, I didn’t even begin to work when I went to work, as I grew up in a working family and from my childhood I learned that I need to earn a good life myself and then there will be happiness. My father was a truck driver all my life, my mother worked as a storekeeper in a factory. So, having decided that it was enough to hang around mom and dad, right after the army, he began to build his life around his neck. At first I just wanted to live separately and rent an apartment. But then, like many, he succumbed to the temptation of the north and watch work, for which they promised a decent salary. In the army, I was the driver of the Urals, and my dad was the driver, so working on the trucks of the Urals and KamAZ was my favorite thing to do. I didn’t go to the north, but I worked on a rotational basis in our own region, though far in the taiga, to the nearest railway station to which we drove the forest was twelve kilometers from our camp, and there was another four hours by train to the city.

The station was small, but it had a stupid and spravno shipped the forest, which we brought there, but there was no cellular communication. And besides this station, for tens and maybe hundreds of kilometers one taiga with its inhabitants and not a soul, and even a couple of lumberjack camps. Only one brigade of seven people worked, two of which were on logging trucks, and the brigadier in the camp, we had a house, although it looked more like a barrack, since the house was not divided into rooms and there was only one large room in it. the kitchen and the brigadier's office and the bedroom with bunk beds, although there were still senki. And we had a bathhouse in which we gladly washed. We had the light from the station. So they lived in general normally, though it is a pity that the station was small with three dozen courtyards and there was nowhere to walk. So sometimes they just howled from longing, and the brigadier didn’t give us much to get drunk so that we could work in the morning. So we worked there for two weeks, then home for a week and again on the watch. And here the mate got something sick, and I stayed for three more weeks to haul wood. I phoned my mom and warned her on a payphone so that they would not lose at home. Mom said that in a week she would definitely come for a day by train on the weekend, and did not accept any objections from me about this, as I did not persuade her. She said that two years of the army would be enough for her, and now she wants to see her son, at least sometimes. For her, I was of course still a child. Reluctantly, I agreed, and only by the fact that August was on the street and the white mushroom in the wild forest was no less than the forest itself, I said that I would cook, and my mother would come and pick her up, and there her father would meet in a car.

By Sunday, I had collected mushrooms, cleaned them, laid them out, cooked everything. Sunday was our only day off. And now he came, today my mother was to come to me. We usually went to the station to the store after lunch, but today we had to go in the morning to meet my mother from the train. Everything was close at the station. And we drove on the nurse to count to the platform. We went to the store, then all together we began to wait for mom, as we arrived of course in advance. Here finally came the train. A couple of people and a mother got out of it. I helped her down and took the bags that she brought me all the same as I did not dissuade her. I took my mother to the nurse. The men were a little confused, were gone and were greeted clearly embarrassed. They expected to see just the mother of one of the guys, and here a beautiful Russian woman came out of the train in a free summer dress just below her knees and in sandals on a fairly high platform. My mother looked great at forty-three. Beautiful hair styled under the square. Beautiful charming face with big eyes and juicy lips. A good figure with a beautiful waist, a fourth-sized breast, a small tummy, a little bushy booty and thighs and with attractive legs that look very tasty in basanozhki.I helped my mother to sit in the nurse, the men all jumped and we went back to the camp. The train plied here only one and it went back in the evening, I had already arranged with the foreman to take the nurse in the evening and take my mother. The men, on the way, got away from the shock a bit, and quietly, naturally, they started a conversation with my mother, continually peeling off like little ones on her knees and legs. She talked to them affably and joked. Upon arrival, I showed my mother how we live, went with her for a walk in the woods, the men of that time prepared a delicious lunch and laid a real festive table.

We all sat at the table. At the intermission, Mom was given compliments that she was a very beautiful decoration of their hard-core male company, and they joked that they would be happy if all the cars broke today. So we sat for a little while, then everyone went to rest, but who where. My mother and I went a little bit to the forest and found a glade there and sat talking. The time was nearing evening and we went to the camp. There, all of us together about driving were loaded into a nurse, and thanking my mother for coming, finally let go. I started a nurse and I drove to the station. And it was necessary that the cart died halfway away, until I figured out the engine, so I started this wreck on the train, there was no longer any sense, and it was so clear that they were late. And we returned to the camp. In the camp, the peasants, though ashamed of the technique. But there was much more joy and they immediately began to cook a festive, now dinner. Mom quickly put the lower bed at the wall and put a rest at the TV, not even close to dinner. Soon dinner was ready and everyone sat down at the table. Mom was a real treat. For those starving men who were hungry for weeks away from home, she was the most desirable and coveted thing in the world, probably now and they vied almost in love to her. Of course carefully and gallantly, so as not to offend me. Mom cheerfully communicated with everyone and defiantly, flirting, answered all the compliments and suggestions of drunken men. So at the end of the evening they almost offered her to go straight to the bathhouse with them. She just joked fun. Then I took my mother to the house to sleep. We covered her with blankets on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed against the wall. And she calmly took off her dress and went to sleep in this curtain corner. I am back at the table. I sympathized with the peasants. Mom really was very seductive and dared, flirted with them a lot, of course, if it wasn't for me, they would have broken it. We still sat with the men and also went to sleep.

All lay down. The men quickly fell silent and began to cry. I didn’t sleep, as I was involuntarily worried about my mother sleeping here. I lay a little further away on the second tier and I clearly saw my mother’s corner. I had already begun to quietly Chimar, when suddenly I heard a rustle in the bed of a young lumberjack, then steps. I opened my eyes and saw how he carefully sneaked on toes to my mother's bed. I did not have time to say anything, not to object, as he ducked inside the blankets at his mother. I remained with my head raised and my mouth parted. Because of the blankets, there was a stir and rustling, but from the mother is not a sound, probably the guy she squeezed her mouth with her hand, so she did not cry out.

“Shh, or you wake up your son and everybody,” he quietly warned.

Behind the blankets there was a scuffling of a man on a woman, the barely audible sighs of her mother and the chomping of her mouth kissing her mother’s naked body. Chomping moved to the area of ​​her mother's chest and lingering there a little bit and passed to the head and the sounds of kisses were clearly heard. Everything was clearly audible in the absolute silence of the room. But my mother naively thought that they were not making noise and everyone was asleep, and this general moron could have come up with something smarter. So risk it. I’d probably kill him if mom had returned a little. But he probably also thought that I was sleeping and boldly munching, kissing my mother in the mouth and chest and neck. The forest silence didn’t bite much.

I lay with my head up and calmly watched as the curtain curtain mom walked with a shake. Some men, too, stood up, it turns out that not everyone slept. Some were not going to sleep, but everything except the old Mikhalych, and the brigadier.Four men as well as I looked at the curtained corner, but they are still at me, waiting for me to react. They were lucky, my mother did not make a sound of objection, and I just nodded my head evil.

Behind the blankets began the rustling of men taking off the pants from the woman and then the man. A bit of silence and there was a sharp sweet sigh of my mother, she almost screamed. And the indiscriminate rustles turned into uniform swaying and mom's deep breathing. The swaying and sighs all quickened and quickened. Suddenly stopped. The rustle of the guy moving to the mom's head and the sounds of the member sucking in, intermittent male breathing and a sigh of relief at the end.

I lay down and pretended to be asleep, so as not to tinkle the situation. The guy jumped out with joy, looked at what I was sleeping, but the conspirators did not and quietly told someone:

- Come on and add fun:

- Look, I finished in the mouth, you will not find. -

He turned to me and stared at me pleadingly. The guy who got out froze in a daze. I looked at him, okay, who does not risk he does not drink champagne. And he turned to the peasant who was just waiting for my sanction. I turned away and went to bed. He immediately dived inside, his mother tried to quietly return something, but after a couple of minutes only rocking and other sounds of sex could be heard. What a sleep there. The man knew for sure that I was not sleeping and was not shy, my mother probably still naively thought that I was sleeping. The second also finished in the mouth. Apparently agreed in advance that everyone got a bit of a normal, unfinished pussy.

The third did not have time to dive. Mom herself got up naked, looked at what I was sleeping, threw on a dress and went to the toilet. The third was both naked and ran out after her. And the other three follow. Then they took her to the bathhouse and went to bed all the time in two hours only.

In the morning everyone got up and went to work. Mom slept off. The men treated me very respectfully for the night. In the evening I took and put my mother on the train. She behaved as fun and relaxed, as if nothing had happened. On her behavior did not even affect group sex at the same time with three men, as if she was an experienced whore and this is not her first time. And nothing that she fucked all night four men for how many times. Here are women!