1. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 1
  2. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 2
  3. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 3
  4. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 4
  5. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 5
  6. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 6: Straight Talk
  7. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 7: The Largest Part one
  8. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 8: The Largest Grunt, Part Two
  9. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 12: Mom Has Something to Tell
  10. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 14: The Titan
  11. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 15: Breaking Bad
  12. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 16: Tour of the Past
  13. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 17: New Stories from the Past
  14. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 18: In Oleg's House
  15. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 19: Change
  16. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 20: New Life, Old Problems
  17. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 21: The Monkey
  18. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 22: Ode to torn asses or Welcome to Kabardinka
  19. Sex life of my mother. Chapter 23: The Adventures of Mom and Vova

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Back to the present

This spring has become a landmark for my mother. It was a time of unbridled debauchery. Not controlled rampage of the uterus. Season blyadstva. Like demons moved into it. Demons unthinking lust and debauchery. She completely lost her head. Her mind was overshadowed by excessive sexual arousal. A sense of pride and self-esteem, a sense of self-esteem disappeared without a trace. My mother lost control and completely surrendered to the desire of her lower body. She became a slave to her lust.

The first push was described in chapter 15. These were flowers.

From the moment when I found a sexual orgy in my mother’s apartment, and for the first time I fucked my own aunt, about two weeks passed. The following Saturday I came to visit my mother, before that I was very busy studying and talked with her only by phone. I could not even imagine what she was doing all this time. I was sure that those men often visited her, but what I learned a little later, shocked me.

Let's go back to the moment I came to visit her. So I open the door with the key and enter the dark apartment. I click the switch, the light comes on. Corridor. The first thing that catches my eye is a dirty carpet, there are a lot of tracks on it. Near the nightstand there are two empty bottles of vodka and three are nearby. There is a blue silk bathrobe on a dresser. I look at my feet and see three pairs of very dirty shoes. Blue, yellow and plain black. All in dirty divorces and with an earthen sole. In the corner is no less clogged black slates. And here is the first bingo: some polyethylene sticks out from under the sole of a slate. I pick up the slate and see that it is not polyethylene at all, but the usual condom used, firmly adhering to the sole. I will not spend time describing my thoughts in my head. He threw the slate on the floor and moved on. I open the bathroom door (we have it, as in any Khrushchev, adjacent to the toilet). To the right is a toilet and sink, to the left is a washing machine and a basket for dirty laundry, straight bath. The bathroom floor is also not clean. In the bath itself is a big blue basin. In it, some kind of clothing is soaked. The smell from there goes not to say that pleasant. I lift my white sundress with my fingertips. Even though he lay in the water, flavored with powder, grease stains were still visible. In addition to the sundress in the pelvis lay a white bra and bodily tights. And here is the second bingo. I didn’t notice right away, but after looking closer, I found another condom floating in the water. Is she going to wash him? Or did not even notice how she dragged him on his clothes.

In the laundry basket, I intended to find dirty panties, but there was nothing there at all. Except one towel. It is worth saying that it was Saturday evening at 21:20, as I left the bath.Next, I went to the kitchen. Under the kitchen table stood a lonely bottle of champagne. On the table was a mess of dirty dishes and various uneaten food. In the fridge at least roll the ball. In general, the kitchen did not open anything interesting. But if I had looked under the sink, I would find a dozen used candons in the bin.

Next, I entered the hall. The sofa is disassembled, the sheets are crumpled and everything is wet and greasy. A pair of regular bingo rolls right on the sheets and one on the floor. I admit, I was surprised by the presence of condoms in our apartment. Usually, the mother allows you to fuck yourself without a rubber band, and here at every corner lies a used condom. Maybe her menstruation? Probably. Although it is hardly possible to get pregnant again from such a count of contraceptives drunk. I probably will remain the only creation of this woman. Near the sofa lying forgotten lonely male family. The carpet is wet in some places. I walked like a minefield. On the armchair is a mother's robe and black lace panties. One armrest is covered with a fat spot. In the hall there was a stale smell of sweat, unwashed bodies and sperm. In general, not a pleasant palette of fragrances.

The next station was the bedroom. Fortunately there was a window open, otherwise I would have suffocated. This room also did their best. The mother has a rather large bed, so there is where to roam. The first thing that catches your eye: on the edge of the bed is a red rubber dildo. Fat. Sheets in the same condition as in the hall. Puddle on the bed. I remembered how my mother had finished at the factory, you will not forget this. This is not just a squirt, it is a fountain from the pussy. Not all women have a physiological ability to end like this (I read it somewhere). The closet doors were open and a pile of underwear and shoeboxes were lying on the floor. On the computer desk lay a camera and a single piece of paper, on which there was an absolutely stunning drawing. It was really very talented painted, so natural and to the smallest detail: my mother is completely naked, surrounded by seven men, also naked. The drawing was impressive. But the pictures that appeared in the mother's camera did not seem so beautiful to me. These were the purest porn sets. In the pictures mother fuck all over the apartment in various poses and angles. There were about two hundred pictures. Quite a lot of close-up pictures of mother holes. I will list the most interesting pictures.

1. Four men stood facing the wall, and the mother licks their asses. This I had to see once.

2. In the kitchen. On the stool is a bottle of champagne, and the mother sits on her pussy. Two men support her under the arms. A smile plays on her face.

3. There were many photographs of where the mother was lying on the bed, wrapped and sweaty. But one was the most disgusting. In this picture, the mother lies with her back on the bed, on her head are black men's pants, and that red phallus juts out of her pussy.

4. Sits on the toilet and sucks a small dick to a balding man with a huge belly.

5. Squats and sucks the crowd of men (6 people), the seventh shot apparently.

6. Well, the most epic. Mother sits on the bed, leaning back. Hands on the stomach. And in the hair and on the face a few used condoms, from which sperm flows.

I think enough descriptions of pictures. I finally wondered: where is my mother at the moment? It's dark outside. Time later.

I left the apartment and went to scour our area. Actually, our district itself consisted of five houses standing with the letter “P”. At the base of the letter "P" was a kindergarten. Behind the neighboring house was a football field. The core of the area, the place between the houses, consisted of a small square, with dense bushes and trees. Where should I go?

First of all, I decided to walk along the porches, enlivening the picture I recently saw. In addition to a few men and teenagers thumping on the benches, there was no one, namely her. In the square, too, was quiet. I remembered how mother fucked in the garage. But it was about two hundred meters from our area. That's where I went.To cut, went through the football field.

At the very end of the field, outside the gate, there was a sports field made of stairs, horizontal bars, bars and other things. From a distance I noticed a crowd of people there. At first glance, nothing surprising, there are constantly hanging out young people and various drunks. But coming closer I discovered what I was looking for.

Behind the football gate stood a pair of parked cars. On this improvised clearing crowded about 15-20 people. Approaching, I began to distinguish their faces. Men and young boys, my age. When I joined the crowd, no one noticed my presence, from which I concluded that the whole crowd consisted of little-known individuals. All united by one ...

All the males wandered around the sports field. Who sat on the glands, talked and drank, who hung out on the bars and horizontal bar, and who walked behind the cars and came back, buttoning his pants. The cars were specially supplied with the English letter V to hide what was going on behind them. I went for one guy there.

My eyes opened the space between the machines. One man lay right on the grass and underneath was a woman with long, curly white hair. His cock quickly penetrated into a hairy wet vagina ....

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