By the beginning of the events described, almost all the furniture in Elena Sergeevna’s house bore traces of our “hostilities” with her.
If we say Aunt Lena’s bed, bravely withstanding hundreds of blows of our backs and knees, was worthy of the “Order of Glory” for special feats, then the ottoman, as a pioneer, deserved the Medal of Bravery. Even the chairs and the bath should not have been left without encouragement. The first was to deliver the letters “For the Taking of the Back Pass”, and their iron comrade “For the deep penetration”. Well, something like this...

But there was still a hotel sofa in her apartment, which modestly stood as a soldier of the quartermaster platoon standing near a wall not far from the seats already marked with "reward" and which could not yet be able to get under our cross fire with Aunt Lena.
Only the “total mobilization” in the form of a woman who came to visit for a week to her mother, her daughter Alena could save him from such a shame ...
Who knows, this is how it serves, serves as an inconspicuous soldier, and then again, and will be distinguished somewhere — immediately to you and thanks from the “command”.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves and still keep the chronology.

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Although we lived in the same house, I hardly knew Alain, because firstly, we studied in different schools, and secondly, she had her own company, respectively, and our paths never crossed paths. If earlier we occasionally encountered in the courtyard and said “hello”, then after she left to study, we stopped seeing each other altogether. At this age, every year changes a person, so I even vaguely imagined how Alena now looks.

She arrived on Tuesday late afternoon. (Porn stories) If I met her somewhere on the street, I most likely wouldn’t find out, probably the same would be true for me, because when she entered and throwing her bag into the chair, she glanced at me and asked: “Ma , and who is this handsome young man? Introduce me. "

- “Alena, this is Sasha from the next door ... Aunt Vera's son. You don't recognize that daughter? I ... asked him to repair the tap in the kitchen. "- Elena Sergeyevna lied and did not blink an eye.
- “Sasha! Here's a joke ... I did not know. Grew how. "- then she leaned closer to me and asked:" Sanya, probably the girls behind you are a herd? ... "- Alena, not naked, looked down at my pants and looked at me again with a questioningly mischievous look.
- “Mom, we should note this business! Now I will sort out a few things, change clothes and let us “walk” - she rose with her hand resting instead of the armrest of the armchair in ... my groin, and even managed to have time to quickly feel the "accessories" compactly folded there.
She was only a year older, but such a relaxed girl, well, sooo relaxed.

- “Cheerful girl. "- I said quietly to Elena Sergeyevna when we were alone.
- “Honestly, I don’t even know whose“ kitty ”caught more“ mice ”, mine or Alenkina. Yes, you probably already guess about it. She answered smiling.
The daughter of Lena's aunt was very similar to her — the same light brown hair, the same “almond” shape of the ass, the boobs ... but everything is less proportional to the difference in age.
“I don’t want her to go somewhere tonight, so I beg you, Sasha, if you don’t refuse.” And don't pay attention to me ... ”she continued to whisper while Alyona changed clothes in another room.

- “Mom, did you again rummage in my things ?!” - Alena did not hesitate at all, in a bra and little panties, through which a small dark triangle appeared in front, appeared in the doorway. She clearly hinted at the "missing" condoms.
Elena Sergeevna, who was walking with two plates in her hands, stopped and froze halfway from the kitchen to the living room, then came up, put sliced ​​sausage and cheese on the table, and she hurried to the angry call of her daughter.
- “Why are you taking mine, you must have yours!”
- "Yes, I ... now put in place ... do not scream you, and then Sasha will hear." “- mother and daughter tried to speak in a whisper, but they did it so loudly that I could hear everything.

Aunt Lena left the bedroom, quickly went to the dressing table in the hallway, and rummaged in
in her purse, she took a rectangular blue box out of it. Then she hurried back as well.
- "On hold ... just forgot to immediately put them." You made such a noise as if you urgently need them. ”
- "Urgently not urgently needed ... maybe even urgently ..." - guessing in "whose garden a pebble" was not difficult here and I felt the excitement, imagining Alenkinu ​​a little "palm" between my legs. The fact that she has the same shape as her mother, for some reason there was not even a doubt.
Then for some time they heard their muffled and unintelligible whisper, and then giggling. It seems it was Alena's laugh.

Finally, the passions subsided, music was heard from the “boombox” included in the bedroom, and within a few minutes two women in whom the mother and daughter could easily guess, one by one went into the living room.
Both were wearing house dressing gowns, only the youngest of them was brighter and more colorful.

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For half an hour, the three of us “finished off” a bottle of brandy and Aunt Lena went to the kitchen and brought another one.
The table and chairs had to be moved closer to the sofa so that three people could be at the table, and sitting on it, I was surrounded on both sides by ladies, who, after each glass of brandy, looked at me with great undisguised interest.
“Lena was seriously preparing her aunts,” I thought, turning the head of another half-liter “victim” and spilling its forty-degree “blood” into glasses.
- “Sashunya ... I want to show you ... photos. Come here with me. ”- Alain took my hand and forced me to rise, led me into the bedroom, from where the slow music continued.

- “Ma, Sasha and I want to see the photos ... you are ... do not come to us please.”
- “Yes, it is very necessary ... I'll lie still here. “- Elena Sergeevna, too, was already pretty drunk and got up from the chair to sit on the sofa.
- "Well, where are your photos?" - I asked Alain when she closed the bedroom door behind us came to me.
- “Aah ... photos ... and then. Look Sash, I used to sleep on this bed when I wasn’t studying ... Let's better dance. “- she approached and clasped the fingers behind my neck.

- “It’s uncomfortable in a dressing-gown, untie the belt, or it presses something” - I obediently pulled the ends, stretching them to the sides and the floors of the dressing gown swung open ...
She was in a bra and ... no panties. It seems now I began to understand the reason for their laughter when they changed clothes.
- “What is wrong Sasha? Do not you like it? Well, it's easy to check. "- Alenina's hand dropped down and firmly grabbed my" boyfriend, "who was naturally in an upright position.
“Here is a cheater, and I really thought I didn’t like it.” “- her hand making sure that the result was achieved, deftly unbuttoned her pants and began to pull the pants, alternately pulling the right side of their left. Then she sat down and in her hand, like a conjurer, a condom appeared from somewhere unknown, which she made an unmistakable and precise movement, immediately put on a sticking member.

Alenka got up, grabbed my neck again and started backing towards the ottoman.
- "Well, come here ... what I will show you now" - she suddenly stuck her lips to me and tried to stick her tongue into my mouth.
"Strange" pants, I followed her in small steps, until reaching the edge of the ottoman, we did not fall down on her together ...
In the blink of an eye, two slender legs appeared on my shoulders and there was nothing left for me like to “enter” into the hospitably wide open “little gate” between her legs ...

I got used to having regular sex with my aunt Lena and under the influence of drunk, I “hammered” Alenina’s insides for fifteen minutes and couldn’t “finish” in any way. Apparently having reached several times what she wanted, she had already removed her legs from my shoulders and was now lying panting, stretching them to the sides, waiting for the end of the "execution".
- “Sash ... Sash ... I'm tired ... I can not. Please, please finish this on ... mom. Well, I know that you are with her ... "fucked." Well, please ... it's hard for Sasha. "She mumbled it in such a plaintive voice that I stopped and carefully released Alain from the" tool "torturing her body, ottomans.
She immediately dropped her legs and silently turned over on her side, gratefully exposing her beautiful ass to me and showing that I could leave.

- “Here are the young people, well, they can’t bring anything to the end” - waking up from my touch and seeing a trunk “stunned” sticking up in rubber, Elena Sergeevna turned on her back and began to unbutton her robe.
- “So it's better, is it true, Sasha?” And you were afraid that you could not do it ... ”- finding himself in a warm and familiar“ mink ”, my dick slid back on merrily, making the sofa of this old“ warrior-commander ”grumbledly but affirmatively creaking in response under the hostess’s heavy buttocks .. .

the end
Sincerely, Takazuko.