The story described in the story "Helper", naturally had a sequel. Otherwise, it simply could not have been — well, what a guy at 18 just refuses to offer to get to know a beautiful woman, let's say, a “balzac” age, all the more guaranteed without any obligations on his part and unpleasant consequences on the other.

Aunt Lena, or, as Mom-Elena Sergeevna suggested, lived in our house as well, but only in a different house. Like my mother, she didn’t have a husband either, but unlike mine, she lived in her small apartment all alone. No, her children had a daughter, but by that time she had already left to study in another city and appeared “raids” from her mother a couple of times a month for the weekend. Earlier, Elena Sergeevna had a husband who worked as a driver and who, by tragic coincidence of circumstances, died several years ago in a car accident. This is the ordinary fate of an ordinary (or, nevertheless, an extraordinary for me) woman.

Of course, my mother told me all this, because with Elena Sergeyevna I, as it were, was a little familiar, well, it would come in occasionally, well, I would lose my hair, and then they would sit in the kitchen with my mother and “pop” about something. At such moments they never invited me to their place.
But now I’ve already become an adult and the world around me at this time was changing for me with incredible speed, making a reassessment of values ​​and attitudes. (Sex stories for everyone) Of course, my mother's friend still now remained for me “Aunt Lena”, but the difference was that now I saw in her more “Aunt” than “Lena” and this was a very significant change. “Lena” is a neighbor, Alenkina is my mother’s mother and girlfriend, with whom she sometimes liked to chat, but “aunt” ... You can tell more about “aunt”, especially since she deserved it.

Rather, the second part of that story will be slightly different from the first in the internal presentation, because by the time it was written I did become a little bit older but the “structural” composition of the actors also changed dramatically.

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So, mother then said: “Sash, you know aunt Lena? Well, I talked to her and she seems not to take you to the "assistants." True, she didn’t say it directly, but she didn’t say categorically “no” - the mother began to sleepily sleep and put her long nipples forward, though then catching my gaze, she quickly lowered her hands again.
- “It's good to stare at Sanya, Lena ... Aunt Lena's not less, you can believe me. By the way, she will come to visit us tomorrow. See for yourself ... if you can please her and inspire confidence, consider yourself lucky, but no, then I'm sorry ... as a priestess, I will no longer be a son. I already risked when I spoke to her on this topic. All go, I want to sleep. "

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And the truth is, my mother did not deceive me — the next evening Aunt Lena really came. Looking at me and as usual running my finger in my hair with the words “Cossack grew up!”, She immediately went to the kitchen with her mother. The only thing I noticed was that flashed in the aisle and quickly disappeared behind the closed doors thin cloth, beautiful almond-shaped buttocks. But no one seemed to call me.

“To cause trust ... whom to call, at the closed doors? She talked ... "- I thought, sitting down in front of a computer in my room.

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- “Sasha, please see me if not very busy, otherwise it is already dark on the street.” “- fascinated by the Internet, I even shuddered in surprise — the light-blond head of Aunt Lena looked into my room from the corridor.
I guess I jumped up too quickly, almost knocking over the computer chair, because when she moved to the side, she mysteriously smiled, which embarrassed me even more.

It was very close to the neighboring entrance and after a few minutes we were standing under a large linden tree at its door, but since the elevator was temporarily not working for them, Aunt Lena still had to climb up to the fourth or fifth floor along an unlit staircase and she was preparing to the "ascent", not in a hurry to go.

- “May I take you to the apartment ... dark in the stairwell. “- Aunt Lena seemed to be waiting for this offer and immediately opened the front door.

- “Let's go ...”

Inside there was really no lighting in the lower floors. Only weak glimpses of light, which fought through the gaps of flight of stairs from a dim light bulb somewhere above, saved us from total darkness, and stepping carefully to avoid tripping, we overcame the first flight.

- "Let's hand aunts Lena, I will support you. “I suggested moving behind her.

- “You'd better support me from below — it will be more convenient for me” - only now the sweetish smell of alcohol from her breathing has reached me — apparently, she and her mother “took a little bit on our breasts” in our kitchen.

Feeling my hesitation, she added: “Now I’ll fall on you from above ... you'll know. “I reached out and carefully placed it under the large“ tonsils ”...

- "Hold ... prop up harder, do not be afraid." “- it already sounded like a clear provocation on her part.

My fingers began to sink between soft “pads”, pulling the stretched panty fabric behind them, but it didn’t seem to embarrass a 38-year-old woman who, pressing on my right hand then with the left “half”, continued to calmly rise.

“Well, how did you think Sasha, to accompany the lady is a very important matter, and if you want, even the whole art-learn. “- so we walked up the stairs, and with pleasure I“ listened ”with my hand to all the movements around her ...

On the right floor, the light was already a little brighter, but not so much to see everything well, and Elena Sergeevna had to bend over the door to get the key to the keyhole. I stood behind and kept my hand under her warm buttocks. It turned out that Aunt Lena also has a third “pad”, the smallest, previously hidden between her big “sisters” and to the touch resembling a thick, cotton-filled bolster that went somewhere in the direction of her stomach.

- “Thank you, Sasha, but you can already let go, then I will not fall ... you are a real gentleman. “- the door finally opened and she took a step inside the apartment, immediately clicked the switch in the hallway.

- “Come on, don't imagine ... just praised that the gentleman, and he was already going to“ jerk and throw his lady ”- Aunt Lena’s voice was absolutely serious, but I was sure that there was a smile on her beautiful face.

“No, well, of course, if you are in a hurry ... the time is later or ten in the evening. “- she either checked me for“ lice ”, or simply teased, to understand the intentions of a 38-year-old drunken woman, an 18-year-old boy was difficult.
“Well, okay, let him laugh” - I thought, covering my pants with my palm in front. The fact that Aunt Lena allowed in the apartment to touch her ass, and even under it, kept me, giving hope for her further favor.

“Is it true that you are almost nineteen, or did I misunderstand your mother?” She asked from the room, as if by chance, when she saw that I was still “not in a hurry” and had already closed the door from the inside.
- “It’s true Lena's aunts ...” - my “friend”, who was still upstairs on the second floor, was strongly noticeable despite all my attempts to lay him along the abdomen up and to the side.
- “Yes, you take off your shoes, Sasha, and come into the hall — now I’ll organize something on the table for little things ... I don’t have anything like that — I’m fucking mistress because I live alone ... You don’t stand, sit down.” You can immediately see that you are a normal guy ”- Elena Sergeyevna pushed a small glass table between two low and wide chairs facing each other, glanced over my pants, as if measuring the distance from the beginning to the supposed end of the“ thing ”hidden there the kitchen.

Five minutes later, a candy vase appeared on it, a bottle of brandy started, and then two more cups of coffee.
- “You see Sash, I sometimes“ attach myself ”before going to bed alone” ...