1. Frowning ... Gray ... November. Part 1
  2. Frowning ... Gray ... November. Part 2
  3. Hot ... Snow ... January (New Year)
  4. It's hot ... Snow ... January (New Year) Continuation

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Mama. Mommy. The most desired woman in the world. Just got fucked by 4 men. There was a half smile on her sleeping face. The blanket was thrown back. She was lying on her side, and on her buttock the trail left by Igor’s slap was blushing. Having taken the sperm of four males, mother fully satisfied them. She likes to be the one that makes male members get up, stop. Like to feel them in yourself. Oh god How? How can this be? I did not get tired of asking myself these questions. The head did not fit what had just happened.

In the corridor the switch clicked - apparently, either Oksana or Alyona woke up. I quickly and silently went to my room. Oksana was sleeping peacefully. I fell asleep, barely touching the pillow ...

- Rise, Dormouse ... - Oksana was pushing me intensely.

- It's one o'clock.

- Wow. We have to go. - I mumbled with regret. I didn’t really want to leave, not having slept at all. But I had to get ready.

- Yes. Get dressed. Mom is already cooking. We will eat and go.

Hm Straight deja-vu yesterday. Quickly dressed, I went to the kitchen. There, my mother was already in full charge. She stood at the stove in a short Japanese-style silk robe. Anton was sitting on the couch at the table and telling his mother about his studies.

- Oh, and here Leshka is a sleepy kingdom. - Noticing me and smiling, said mom. Eyes glowed just as brightly, apparently, yesterday's alcohol did not completely disappear.

- Great yesterday fun, huh? Antosh, will you have coffee? - Mom gently looked at him.

- Yes, Tatiana. With cream. - Anton, smiled obscenely. - And the rest is really great! It will be necessary to repeat.

Only this was not enough for this youngster to become my mom's constant fuck.

- Oh, I do not know, Anton. The head, of course, aches. Rum was clearly superfluous. - Mom leaned with a cup to Anton, giving him coffee. In such a dressing gown, her breasts were like in a window in front of him.

Mom's last words were encouraging. Maybe she still realized that it was a mistake?

The front door slammed. Father came. Mom threw herself on his neck. And everything seems to be as usual in a healthy normal family. Only dad did not guess that his little wife was allowed to go around all night long!

We quickly had breakfast and started to leave. The performance was discussed at the table, and how boring it was, and a casual restaurant. Not a word about what was happening in the apartment. Mom's behavior has already been committed calm and normal. Only now Anton periodically giggled hysterically. I was already dressed in a jacket when he approached me.

- Lech, and you did not hear anything last night?

- Not. And what should I have heard? You saw what I went through.

- Aa ... Well, yes. Yes, everything is fine. Never mind. - He lowered his eyes and also began to dress.

We said goodbye to our parents, threw Alain and Anton to their home, and we ourselves went to our place.

Life after this weekend quickly returned to its former course. Home, work and so on. Then we went to my parents on the weekend a few more times, but there was nothing like that. Mom and dad were completely happy together. Days went by. Ahead was the new year. Alain offered to meet him at the cottage with Anton's parents. There will be a lot of youth and our friends. Almost everyone will be in pairs. We had no particular plans for these holidays, and we quickly agreed.

And now 31 number. The winter was rather harsh, but the frost did not stop Oksana at all to wear a short cocktail dress and black stockings for the celebration. The main argument was "We will be constantly in the car anyway." At 18 o'clock we drove to Oksana's parents. Gave gifts, congratulated and went to mine. There the fuss was in full swing.This year, parents celebrated the new year with their friends in a restaurant, just together with Anton's parents - we celebrated just at their dacha. Everyone had a great mood. The father made everyone laugh with his prickly jokes, and my mother only ran from one room to another, trying to do everything. Dad appreciated Oksana's dress, whistling loudly, for which he received a smack from the mother.

- Oksanochka! No words ... You're great!

- Thank you, Sergey Alekseevich. - Oksana smiled theatrically and deliberately.

- Look there for her, Alex. And then they will lead away and do not have time to blink an eye. - winked at me father.

- Dad, you yourself - do not lose mom, otherwise you will not find it soon. - Everyone laughed and decided to quickly spend the old year with a glass of champagne. My phone rang - it was Anton. I asked on the way to buy a box of whiskey. The booze promised to be grand. I called Oksana and we went.

I must admit the cottage was not a cottage at all, but a real palace. Anton's parents earned very good money and this was not their only home. Three floors, each with a heap of rooms, a swimming pool, a sauna, a bar, a pool table and much more. We arrived at about 11 o'clock. Music was already playing. The basses shook the walls and a lot of young people promised good fun. Oksana's eyes burned with happiness. She just loved dancing and parties. I was calmer and preferred something more comfortable. Although drink and dance was also not a fool. In total there were at least 20 people. All different ages - from fifteen teenagers to 30 year old men and women. Oksana quickly noticed her best friend - Albina (156 cm in height and fourth piles of a size !!). They kissed and immediately disappeared somewhere. The first thing that caught my eye at this party was a huge amount of alcohol - it was everywhere: on the tables, on the bar, just on the floor were full boxes. And the second thing that stood out so beautiful girls. Alena worked in a modeling agency and invited many of her friends from there. All the girls were as on selection, long slender legs, beautiful and stylish makeup. A smile never left my face, a cheerful mood quickly got the better of my boring kind. My ancient friend Kirill brought me back to earth. We greeted him and went to a huge table in the living room on the first floor.

I will not bother the reader with unimportant details of the meeting process itself - everything was as usual: chimes, desires, crackers and so on. By one o'clock I was already pretty drunk. Began dancing. We went with a few guys to play billiards. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Oksana. She had a wonderful time and just just drank brotherhood with Albina. The atmosphere was getting hotter. Sveta, my friend's wife, got up on the bar and started dancing in the best traditions of Las Vegas parties. Her husband, Zhenya, is already somewhere else. The time was nearing 4 o'clock. The ranks were already very thin. Oksana danced a slow dance with Anton, just with the one who fucked my mother. I hope this bitch will not look at my Oksana. Six or seven people remained alive. Suddenly, on the street, I heard the noise of cars approaching. Through the window I saw two black SUVs. What was my surprise when one of them left my father with his friend Uncle Slava and his wife and two other elderly men - he was at least 55 years old. And from the other my mother and a huge and fat Oleg Viktorovich - a businessman - an acquaintance of friends and his wife And a few more people. Among them, I recognized the owner of the house, Anton’s father, Sergey Dmitrievich, and his wife, Anton’s mother, Victoria Vladimirovna. Their whole company immediately began to loudly shout songs.

- Hey, youth! What are we sleeping? - Sergey Dmitrievich with his loud voice woke up, probably, the whole neighborhood. Anton immediately ran and started bustling. Still would. No one expected their arrival. My father could barely stand on her feet, but my mother ... Mother was just gorgeous ... Chic ... She was wearing a black dress with a huge neckline on her back, almost to her buttocks, a plunging neckline and a cutout on her leg. All the young guys just jaw dropped when they saw such a woman. I saw that fucking light in her eyes again.The celebration of the new year has shifted to a new phase and the party seemed to have begun all over again. Father immediately carried upstairs to get enough sleep. Mom already danced between two guys real dirty dancing. They brazenly pawed her on both sides of the legs and ass ....

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