Immense Oleg Viktorovich pulled out his mother from them and pressed her to his stomach and said loudly, “slow to us.” Someone quickly changed the song and now the calm melody swayed couples in dance. Oleg Viktorovich tried to portray what looks like a dance, but with his build it was rather difficult. On the other hand, he constantly whispered something to his mother from which she was filled with merry laughter and stroked his hands. Oleg Viktorovich’s hands wandered all over her mother’s open back, occasionally dropping lower, grabbing her mother’s ass and sometimes moving the dress down, revealing her mother’s triangle on a review to everyone around her who looked at her from behind. Everything began to go to the fact that someone's member will again visit the mother. The music ended and Oleg Viktorovich wanted to captivate his mother with him, but around them there were already a lot of people and my mother decided to stay dancing. Mom was invited to dance one by one. Needless to say that she was just like hot cakes. True queen! And now my friend Cyril, twisted it in a quick dance. Oksana was also like a magnet. Her round ass became the object of desire of one of those old people who came by second car. Oksana has already drunk quite a lot and nobody, without noticing around, moved plastically and gracefully. For a moment, I lost sight of her. My friend Zhenya came up to me and called me to the bar.

- Lech, we drink ... - He poured two glasses of absinthe

- Happy New Year. - I raised the glass and instantly emptied it. Green fiery fluid spreads pleasantly throughout the body. It led me. I got to the sofa and with a glass look looked at one point. Eyes were half open. Oksana approached me and began to push apart

- Lesh, Lesh. How are you? Are you sleeping - I could not say anything. She took a deep breath, but then slightly twitched and smiled.

- Mm ... Semyon Valerievich, what are you doing. Lesha can see. - Two wrinkled palms appeared on her waist. That old man was standing behind Oksana. His hands went from the chest Oksana to the stomach and below ..

- Oksanochka, I think Alexey is tired, but you and I are still full of energy. Come, I'll tell you an amazing story about how I was in Thailand. Go forward. I want to look at you from behind. - the old man squeaked. Oksana laughed loudly and with a walk from the thigh wagging her booty, went towards the dark corner with the sofa.

- Oh, what a walk, what legs. - Semyon Valerievich sighed watching Oksana.

I was just paralyzed. My mind clearly understood that the irreparable was happening now. But I could not help it. The body did not obey me. I closed my eyes on the clock was 5:07.

I woke up from a loud bang. Outside the window, fireworks were launched. The time was 5:30. I slept only half an hour, and there was no one around. With great effort, I got up and went out in the hope of finding a mom or Oksana there. But alas, among all those who crowded around the fireworks they were not. I walked around the entire first floor, but I never found Oksana either. I couldn’t get to one of the rooms, but I didn’t recognize them when I heard the screams from there.

Walking up the stairs to the second floor I heard Oleg Viktorovich’s rolling laugh.

- Well yes! Tell me again, that in the mouth did not take. - And again, a loud, wild laugh. Rising, I saw the whole company, who was sitting at a small table in the living room of the second floor. Around lay a pile of bottles. They only had vodka and caviar sandwiches on the table. Mom was sitting on Oleg Viktorovich’s lap in a half-turn hugging his bull neck, and his hand was on his mother’s thigh. His wife and the owner of the house, Sergey Dmitrievich, sat opposite them. Opposite them, a blonde with a short haircut and bright red lips about 20 years old was saying and proving. Her sleeping husband was hugging her waist, or her young man. To their left sat Anton and Alena.

I went over and greeted everyone.He sat down just between Alyona and Oleg Viktorovich's wife. A stack of vodka was quickly filled and instantly empty.

Oleg Viktorovich, exhaling loudly, turned to me:

- Lёh! Here you are, listen to what this Madame is saying. - He pointed to the blonde with short hair.

- Like I never fucked anyone except her husband! Laughter, and more!

- And not going. - She began to lead actively, to defend their position. - Why should I cheat on my husband? He is such a lover that any of you will give a head start! I see no reason to give someone other than him if it will be worse all the same.

“Well, well ...” Sergey Dmitrievich said meaningfully and sarcastically. - Noticeable of course. He's your boyfriend at least where.

Just at that moment her husband snored loudly, his head thrown back in his chair. The living room just burst out laughing, and the girl instantly turned red.

- Do not worry, Svetochka! - Oleg Viktorovich said in a fatherly tone. - There is nothing so terrible about it. If you really want something you can. Although of course, you women, cowardly creatures. You are afraid of everything - husbands, girlfriends, condemnation.

Mom looked outraged right at him.

- I do not understand! Who are the cowards? What are we afraid of? - with sparkling eyes, having removed a hand from Oleg Viktorovich, mum has spoken. - Rather, you guys, you pass. How to talk and talk, so you are heroes, and how it comes to it - alas ..

- Of course, Tanya. - Like a bear muttered Oleg Viktorovich. - My husband is not here, so you are so brave.

Mom got up from his knees and, straightening the dress, said rather sharply.

- Olezhek, you want to say that we are women, worried about the opinions of others? Bother you men? Friends? Husbands? What will they think about us ...? Sweet. - Mom charmingly smiled. - And the fact that you just pawed me in front of your wife? And what I felt through the dress your standing member? Anton already probably wants to try me in all poses. Doesn’t this mean that we decide what we and you want? We. We choose the one who will fuck us. We, Oleg. Not you. We don’t care what they say about us. And if we want, then believe me sweet, we get it. You just sit and wait. Think you have some kind of power over us! Nothing! Absolutely nothing you do not affect us. I can get any man with any money, looks, member. You, dear, will receive only if we choose you.

Having finished such a fiery speech, Mom exhaled and sat on the arm of the chair and pulled out a cigarette and sexually threw a leg. Anton jumped a second later, already with a lighter in his hands, and as if the faithful dog was looking at his mother and her damn exciting legs in her shoes.

Sveta - that blonde looked admiringly at her mother.

- Tatyana. You are absolutely right! I'm just crazy about you!

- And your husband apparently is not very. - said mom already kindly pointing at her sleeping spouse. Everyone laughed.

The wife of Oleg Valerievich, also began to nod and apparently did not hear my mother talking about how a member of her husband rested on my mother.

- Oleg, I feel bad. - she said sluggishly.

- "They choose" ... yes. Yes. Of course. - with a wicked smile, taking his wife by the arm Oleg Viktorovich hissed and led into the room.

- Tanya, we have not finished the conversation. I'll be right back. - He said, over his shoulder, taking his wife.

Start to smell fried. Again the mother's sexy aura clouded everyone around. I am 100 percent sure that each of the men seated at the table hoped to pull my mom tonight. Show her who's in charge.

Sergey Dmitrievich, again poured vodka to everyone. Alenka refused and also asked Anton to take her to the bed. Anton jumped to me.

- Lech, see Alain, please. I can not look at her drunk. Yes, and I will not drag her, because the room on the third floor. - To understand the true motive of this request was not at all difficult. Apparently Anton again wanted my mom's hole. I agreed. Indeed, Alenka looked very bad.

Sveta, her sleeping husband, Sergey Dmitrievich, Anton and their mother, stayed behind the table. Taking Alain in my arms, I carried her to the third floor. There was a gym with exercise equipment and two small rooms. As I walked up to the stairs, Oleg Viktorovich already carried his wife to sleep

- Customer number two? - He said cheerfully. - Look don't drop it, Lech. - And slamming in the palm of his hand, joined the feast.

Alain slim girl and it was not difficult to carry her. (eroticspace.info) Climbing the stairs, I looked at my feet trying not to stumble, as it was very dark. Walking past the gym, I put Alain on a bed in one of the rooms. He took off her shoes and covered with a blanket. I appreciated her charmingly slim legs. All the same, my sister is beautiful. Already going back and passing by the gym, I heard a dull clanging of glands. I slowed down the steps. Hardly someone now decided to practice. Listening, I distinguished heavy breathing and grunting. The frequency of strokes began to increase.

- Oooh. Mmm. - a quiet whisper escaped from the girl's chest. The voice was very familiar. Only not this! This moan I always find out! There was one window and the moon was shining into it. Coming on tiptoe a little closer, I saw the outlines of Oksana's back. She held on to the simulator stand, and the moonlight fell just on her chest free from the dress. She moved in time with the movements of the one who fucked Oksana from behind. Her short dress was tied to the waist, and her panties were lying around, just on the lunar path. The moans are already louder, merged with the blows of the equipment racks against the wall. My legs gave way. As if spellbound, I watched my girlfriend fuck with cancer. Almost wife! Damn it, but how sexy she looked - the moonlight edged all her curves and bulges, erotic stockings and buttocks were the embodiment of sex. In temples pounded. Hate, jealousy and arousal mixed in my head. What was my surprise when the old wrinkled hand took Oksana roughly by the hair and even more increasing the pace, fucked Oksana like the last port whore.

- Ahh. - Loudly burst from her.

- Hush, hush, Oksanochka ... Hush ... - the old man's voice croaked.

- Mmm ... God. Yeah. Semyon Valerievich ... More ... mmm ..

The old crook increased the speed of the jolts. His old body planted a member even deeper into Oksana. Now he occasionally spanked on her ass. Oksana could not hold back and moaned loudly. My dick was ready to burst. I loved and hated her. She was so good. And this vile old man simply and unceremoniously smashed the hole of my beloved. "I'll kill him," spun in my head. But I could look at it more, but even the thought that I should stop them did not appear. I was thinking about revenge. About Oksana. I went down, as if shrouded in veil ... I do not remember going down the stairs and woke up right next to the sink in the bathroom on the second floor. After washing, I went to the table, where the company continued to celebrate. I was not there for about 10 minutes, and my mother was again sitting on Oleg Viktorovich’s lap, and Sveta was fighting off the harassment of the owner of the house, Sergey Dmitrievich, and Anton was talking to someone on the phone. Walking past the stairs, I heard the moans of Oksana, who began to be heard even louder ...