- Yes Yes. Igor drive up. Take Zhenya with you. Of course ... here she is. - Anton finished talking on the phone, smiled, looked directly at my mother, who was discussing something vigorously with Oleg Viktorovich sitting on his lap. Her chest was right in front of his face, and Oleg Viktorovich was obviously satisfied with this situation, and he could barely restrain himself from starting to caress her mother's boobs.

- Yeah, Tanya, I just see you fucked up with all the guys at work. - Oleg laughed.

- And what do you doubt, Olezhik? - mom smiled. - We have all the idiots there. I am like an impregnable fortress for them, although of course there are some good guys, but it didn’t go further than the pinching on the corporate party.

- What is it so? Didn't you try any of them? - Sergey Dmitrievich took an interest.

- Sergei, I have not tried you, and you are talking about these boobies, but one of them has a good unit - Dimka from the guard - touched through his pants. I almost fucked me right next to Xerox. Probably his ass of mine, in white-tight pants, seduced - through them the panties glowed very strongly. We had lunch time then. He came from behind. I did not have time to squeak, but he was already crumpling my whole bread. His hands are so strong. I tried to resist sluggishly and something there wove like “Dima, what are you doing ... Stop it. We can be seen. ”But he did not care much. He already unbuckled his blouse. Kissing the neck began ... below ... Then he turned his back to himself, bent. My tits right on the glass copier lay. Glass cold so nice nipples tickled. He started with me and with his pants. I thought right there and fuck me. I flew all over and spread my legs wider and accidentally touched the power button with my knee. Wham! And my boobs are great printed. He already pushed my panties and took out his member, but they were just bursting into the room. That's how we broke off with him. But he still took a shot of my boobs. Nobody suspected us of something, but after the incident, all the guys with security always smiled obscenely when I passed through the checkpoint. I wouldn't be surprised if they have it there, and the photo of my buffers hangs. Mmmm. - Mom reached out.

- I started the plant. Be silent already. - She excitedly zaelozila on Oleg's lap.

- Tatiana, do you want to say size matters? - Sveta, who was already hugging Sergey Dmitrievich, asked her mother without taking her glittering eyes off her.

- Sveta, of course. This is an incredible feeling when a huge, hard, hot, vein-covered number enters you ... I want ... - my mother instinctively began to move her pelvis.

- Wow. Maybe let's go, retire, Tan? - Oleg Viktorovich put his hand on her mother's chest.

- But, but so far without hands, Olezhik! I'm still not enough ... - she did not have time to finish talking about how Sergei Dmitrievich interrupted her.

- What is not enough?

- Nothing. You love ladies today just will not get it. I'm not giving it. - Mom got up from the knees of Oleg Viktorovich, smiled and slightly slapped him on the head.

- Well, that won't do. - he protested. - We mean everything to her, and nothing to us! Although everything is clear, Tan. Svetka shy. This is what she will say, think. Everything is clear. I simply offer an easy group game.

- Oleg, I'm not ashamed of anyone, and I'm not going to go back to that conversation. I have already said everything about this. God ... But I was really excited. - Mom reached out like a cat and headed down the stairs.

- Where are you going? - almost in unison asked the men.

- On the hunt. - With a mysterious smile mum purred.

“They're all extinct down there.” You can not try. - Oleg Victorovich.

- Well, we'll see! - Already over her shoulder, going down the stairs, mom threw.

- And what a woman, yes Sereg? That's how you can not want to fuck! And does not give the same bitch. - Oleg said vexedly.

- Well, how to say, does not. - Anton looked at everyone with a conspiracy look.

- In terms of? What do you mean?

- Yes, it was a matter of a couple of months ago. Anton liked the reaction of others to his words.

- Let's tell. - Sergey Dmitrievich, slapped his son on the back.

- Yes, what to tell. Stayed at night in the kitchen with them, she and us four guys. Booze - all things. Well, she broke up ... The four of them and let her in a circle.

- Ay well done, Anton! My school. That was lucky! Well, come on and we will try our happiness today. Perhaps lucky, since Tanka was weak at the front end. - Oleg Viktorovich slapped on his knees and began to get up.

The whole company also went down after mom. Even Light. I followed as imperceptibly as possible. On the first floor there was really no one alive. Everyone was asleep. Carefully stepping over the sleeping ones, I walked over to the bar and poured myself some vodka. Mom was not anywhere. I saw men. I poured them a stack, and we quickly drank, saying the toast on duty "For the new year"

- Lech, and you did not see your mother? - as if casually asked Sergey Dmitrievich.

- Not. Yes, probably asleep already.

- Well yes. And maybe not sleeping. - Anton grinned. And in confirmation of these words, we heard the clatter of heels. It was a mom. She already put on her fur coat and walked to the mirror in the corridor. Painted her lips and straightened her hair. The fur coat was not very long, just above the knee. Imagine our surprise when we didn’t see the dress on mom, but only saw black nylon. Is there really nothing for mom under him ?!

- Tanya, where are you going? - asked astonished Oleg Viktorovich.

- I will go for a walk. Walk, breathe fresh air ... Along the road. - Mom turned to all and opened the floors of her fur coat. - Indeed, except for panties and stockings and a transparent lace bra under it there was nothing. Her sexy heavy breasts almost fell out of him. Quickly closing the fur coat and saying “How do you like, Masha? And not yours! ”And smiling, my mother went out into the street.

- Fucked up. - looking at her trail said Anton.

- Not. Not. Today this bitch will be ours. - Said as cut, Oleg Viktorovich and hurried to dress. All quickly rushed to the hanger. Everyone seems to have forgotten that I am her son, and not one of the ebari. And apparently remembering me, Oleg said. “Lech, do not be offended. We will simply make sure that nothing happens to her, otherwise see what she has thought of. “He laughed nervously. I said that just in case I will go with them. How is she my mother? Apparently, it upset everyone.

“Okay, let's go faster before she’s gone far.” - Sergey Dmitrievich already started the car.

I sat in the front seat, and Oleg and Anton in the back. Mom we caught up in just a minute.

Headlights illuminated her silhouette. She walked firmly and confidently, rather quickly, in the direction of the track. It was absolutely clear what she wanted to find there in this form. Having reached her, Sergei Dmitrievich slowed down, and Oleg Viktorovich opened a window whistling. - “Hey baby, how much in an hour, you take? “- mom didn’t even look at him and went on.

- You do not have enough. Drive home. She said without turning her head.

- Yes, enough - enough. 5 cry, Tan. Come on, huh? quick, straight in the back seat.

Mom stopped. “Oleg, I said everything. I am not kidding. Today you will not fuck me. Do not be offended, dear ”- mother looked at him sympathetically.

- As compensation, I suggest you to be my pimp. And the guys will be like guards. Money, of course, we divide, as is customary - 80 percent for me, 20 for you.

- In gives! Come on hand. Who, who and as a pimp was not yet. - Oleg Viktorovich liked this idea.

- Okay. Let's get in the car - it's cold.

- Don't bother me now someone will warm.

- Well, sit down at least to the track toss.

- Do you have a drink there?

- Insult. - Oleg Viktorovich, like a magician, took a bottle of brandy out of his jacket.

Mom, after thinking for a couple of seconds, walked over to the car. Oleg Viktorovich jumped out in a flash and gave his mother a hand gallantly helped her get into the black Kruzak.

- Brrr. Well, cold, of course. - mother shivered. The car was filled with the smell of her perfume, alcohol and debauchery ....