I screwed up badly. Down, as down and out fucking. I could not think soberly. But my son saved me, literally. He saved my soul, but it was impossible to save my reputation. We moved. It was a big step. All the money raised from the sale of an old apartment was spent on buying a new one. There was almost nothing left for food. I borrowed money from my sister for the first time. Urgently had to look for work. Son constantly came to me. Controlled me. I don't blame him for that. Of course, I could tell him that I am an adult woman, his mother, and teach me life is not in his powers. But after everything we went through, I realized that I was a useless mother. And if it were not for him, it’s scary to imagine where I would be right now. I listened to him, in everything. I have a lot of sins, but he does not let me completely fall off the coils. All that the son will tell me, I will do. I am indebted to him. Any other son would have spat on such a mother and left, but mine tries to change me. It certainly strains me, but, I understand that it is necessary. I need his control.

As for my sexual desires, I struggle with it every day. My passion and lust has not gone away. They burned in me. But for the sake of my son, I had to restrain myself. I used to fuck every day, with different men, with lots of men, this is what I craved every second. And now I can not even bring one man. I'm not like everyone else, I understand that. In me like a devil lust lived.

I held on for a couple of weeks. I was looking for work, but so far nothing sensible has turned up. Every time I left home for groceries or for an interview, I was extremely excited, looking at passers-by men. These sorties were torture for me. How I wanted to grab any man, drag him around the corner, pull off his pants and swallow his hard cock. And then ride it and fuck it to madness until my mink quenches its thirst. These paintings constantly floated before my eyes. After I completed the case, I sometimes rushed home at all. Threw off clothes, wet through panties and masturbated like mad. I used almost all of my sex toys, from small to huge. My anal thirst was not inferior vaginal. I went mad from anal sex. Each time, shaking myself with phalluses to madness, I imagined that I was fucked by a crowd of unwashed, sweaty hairy men. They humiliate me, paw, slap, fuck in all holes, hard, rough, pass around each other.

I changed the sheets every day because I finished 20 times a day.

But all these rubber members could not even compare with the real man, his smell, his body, his hard, living member.How I craved a peasant in my bed, and better than a few. But it was all crazy. I did not understand how other women live quietly without sex. They go to work, watch TV in the evenings. What kind of person am I?

Days went by. I was looking for work and fighting with my demons. I was always afraid that one day my son would go in, and I was lying naked on the floor, stuffed with rubber toys in all holes. But he called before he came, he didn’t do that before. Apparently he was afraid that if he came unexpectedly, he would see old pictures that he had seen many times.

After some time, I began to walk slowly along the old path. Rubber friends already bored and wanted something new. Since I was new in my area, I should not have shown myself from the bad side and glow among men. Bringing someone home was not even considered. I decided to act carefully.

I hit the first month of summer, the heat was already unbearable. I decided to take a walk. Wore a pink loose dress, just below the knees and the same color slates. Under the dress was a pink soft bra, but the panties, at your own risk, I decided not to wear. Moreover. I thought for a long time and still decided to do it: before going out, I shoved a small (12 cm) vibrator into my vagina, like this:

But then the panties were useful, otherwise he would constantly fall out. Moreover, my vagina is far from narrow. I quickly put on a pink lace thong, to match my prikidu, and went out into the street with a small bag in which lay the keys, cigarettes, telephone, wallet and wet napkins. Before the release, I put a weak mode on the vibrator so that it would not make a loud noise.

My task today was a simple walk. I used to devour the men with my eyes, but I could not help myself. Now I was being massaged by a vibrator from the inside, and my walk was becoming much more pleasant. My dress was not frank, and everything else did not stand out for me either. However, men often stared at me and smiled. Apparently there was a blissful smile on my face. For 20 minutes of walking, I have not yet received an orgasm, since the regime was weak. But my walk was not very smooth and easy. Well, that was in the shales, legs on heels would certainly have buckled.

In short, it was a blissful walk. Each cell of my vagina, I felt voluptuous excitement. The feeling of a solid vibrating object between the legs was fabulously pleasant. The panties were already wet and droplets were running down the thighs. I went to the store and rubbed my hips with napkins. My crotch was wetter than I thought. My juices do not weakly irrigate the inner side of the thighs. I do not know why, but I switched the vibrator mode to two modes stronger. My vulva immediately purred deliriously.

I went forward, moving away more and more from my area. The vibrator was already massaging my vagina. Orgasm was just around the corner. Sensing this, I turned into the nearest courtyards and sat on the bench at the entrance. It only occurred to me that if I finish, then all the dress will be wet, and how then I will go back through the city. Lord, how I had not thought about it before. I quickly looked around. Finding no one, she put her hands under the dress and turned off the vibrator. However, it did not take out.

I turned it off at the very peak and therefore now arrived in a very excited state.

Lifting my head, I was scared. In meters 20 from me there were two young guys. Apparently they just came out from the corner. They stood near the arch and pretended to be talking. In fact, they were also surprised by what they saw and did not want to leave. The idea that I was caught in a shameful affair turned me on in earnest. It is both shameful and pleasant. The guys were very young. One tall, with glasses and a little plump, with a bag on his shoulder. The second is smaller than his head, with black hair and sly eyes that ran from me to his friend and back.

There was no one around us. I do not know what I thought then, but I started doing the following. Slowly, I lifted the dress up my thighs and looked away, not at the guys.When my hips were completely bare, I also slowly spread my legs apart, opening my wet panties to the eyes of the guys. I put my hand between my legs and started moving it there. Once I met their eyes and immediately turned away. These actions excited me awfully. It was something new, unexplored. At that moment I remembered one erotic film that my ex-husband and I had been watching for a long time. There, a woman at the subway station, just played with a man on another platform, spreading her legs, showing that she was without panties.

I, gripped by strange new feelings from this shameful game, went further. Began to take off her panties. She lowered them to her knees, and then alternately pulled her legs out of them, at the end glancing at my watchers. Their eyes expressed a pleasant surprise, their mouths were open. They were shocked by what they saw. Holding her panties in my hand, I opened my hips wide open, leaning back a little. My vagina in all its glory appeared before the eyes of young guys. Nothing covered mohenka, with a vibrator sticking outward. I also looked away, languishing ...