in the lower back. In general, the dress opened more, than hid

- Well? And you are all models, models.

And she sat down to us.

Then again cognac, laughter, vulgar conversations. The story of my parents, as once in the sanatorium mother danced, so much so that one man came up to his father and said that he wanted his wife. Well, dad did not have to persuade for a long time, he immediately punched him between the eyes. Although I imagine my mother's dance, it was probably more like a striptease.

And I myself remembered how during one of these drunks that was happening now, my mother, Aunt Olya and their mutual friend Uncle Yura sat. And I remember my mother's voice, and how she said:
- Oooh, Yurochka and Olya and I can do this!
Then there were some creaking, smacking and moaning within 25 seconds. I saw through the crack how my mother sat with Natasha in one chair. Both were in pantyhose mom was sitting at the back and rubbing about her and crushing her breasts, while Uncle Jura just sat and ohrenev.

Oksana and Alyona and her father had already started falling asleep and after about 10 minutes they announced that they were going to bed. We said that we would sit and come.

And now there are three of us left in the kitchen. Me, Anton and Mom.

We chatted about this and that. As it is not surprising, but the conversation turned about whores and selling love. And in order to resolve all disputes mom suggested. Mom sat with her legs crossed, so that it was clear that she was in stockings. Shoes she never took off.

- Let's play a scene. You are clients, and I am a prostitute.

Here we already settled.

- Oh, Tanya. - I said. - come on.

- No, well, if you are afraid, I do not insist. - Mom pouted lips

- I am the first. - Anton blurted out in a dry and trembling voice.

- Certainly cute.

Mom got up, walked off steps by 5 and leaning against the wall with her heel, so that the lace of the stockings was barely noticeable and lit a cigarette.

- Come on, Anton, bolder. - I cheered him up.

Anton got up and with a firm step approached his mother.

- How much, baby?

Mom released smoke to the side and spoke in a languid voice.

- My answer is depends on what do you mean. What would you like?

- And what can you suggest?

- Blow job. Sex.

- Well, how much?

- 50 and 100 bucks.

- Do you or where?

- I do not care, cat. Though here. - In the eyes of my mother appeared wild fucking fire. I could not believe at all what was happening. Something too unrealistic. Mom in the clothes of whores ready to fuck for money. But the member stood by me unreal.

- Tanya, and if I really have money. - Anton croaked. The poor fellow was probably dying of excitement.

- My name is not Tanya. - I just could not believe it. Anton apparently too. With a trembling hand, he took out 50 dollars. Mom took them and put them between the thigh and lace stockings.

Slowly knelt down and began to unbutton his belt, his fly, let down his pants. In my direction there was not a single glance. Mom lowered her underpants, and a rather large member of Anton burst out. Mom gently took it with her hand and with her lips in red lipstick eagerly took it. At first only the head. Then more and more. Anton's hand fell on her head. Mom started to moan slightly. Everything seemed completely unreal. My mother sucked the 18-year-old boy in front of me in the outfit of a whore.

Anton threw back his head.

Specific sounds were heard throughout the kitchen. Mom dodged and, podrachivaya his member, and almost completely took it. Having held the tongue over the entire length, my mother completely swallowed him.

Anton apparently got wild pleasure. Everything was as in a fog. I wildly wanted my mom.

- I want you. - Anton uttered a choked-up goal

- Are you sure? - looking up from his member asked mom.

- Yes. I want you.

- Mmmmm ... you have 100 more.

Anton got another 100 bucks. Mom took them and stood with his back to him, leaning on the sink and stooping in the back, sticking out her ass.

Anton pulled up her dress and lowered her panties entered the mother.

- Aaaahhh ... - Mom stretched out quietly and noticeably holding back

It was as if I was not. It was impossible.Mom fucked in the kitchen with a boyfriend while her own son was looking at her, and her husband was sleeping in the next room.

Anton increased the pace. Loud slaps resounded throughout the kitchen. Mom's chest swayed to the beat of Anton's movements. The groans were becoming thunderous, it was clear that mother was experiencing incredible pleasure.

- Ooooohhh. Good: Still: - Mom could not hold back.

Anton moved faster. It was visible the approach of orgasm.

Anton pulled out a member and mother, kneeling, again began nadrachivat it. Several movements - and Anton lowered straight to the face of the mother.

I was shocked. Just realized for me what happened.

Mom got up and, swaying, sat down at the table, with her legs crossed sexually.

To be continued...