Twins screamed like a cage of hungry monkeys.

The bewildered mom, looking around, tried to rock them. It was a pitiful sight.

Roman watched her, then said:

- Dead poultice. They want to eat.

“I know,” Mom said, guiltily. “But where should I feed them?”

- Yes, right here!

“But ... I feed them with my breast, but ... I can't go home, moms are not at home, and they dragged the keys ... and without it I never ... There are two of them," she spread her hands, justifying herself for that there are so many of them.

- If you hesitate, let's go there! There certainly no one will see. Come, I will help, - Roman decidedly stood up.

They were already in the depths of the park, but he led her to the farthest and darkest alley. Mom walked uncertainly behind him, swaying a screaming stroller as she went.

She was an indescribable combination of childishness and motherhood, from which Roman had scrubbed eggs. Her face was completely girly, with dimples and the look of a bewildered child, who was suddenly instilled into someone else's life and another's body. New duties have turned him into bins for screaming twins: a T-shirt was bursting with weighty, mother-like women, melons swollen with milk, thighs sounded wide, arms and legs swelled up like the beauties of Kustodiev ...

“Here, come on,” Roman ordered, leading her to a bench at the end of the alley. Nearby, on the post, hung an ad: “Attention! Wanted ... "- Although not. Come on there ...

- Ah ... and ... I'm shy! - Mommy whined like a child, covering her face with her hands.

- So! Small she is hungry, and she hesitates! When you looked at your maternity hospital in pussy, how did they get out of there, were you too shy? - roared Roman, like a prophet, pushing her to the bench. Rattling had to struggle to shout down twins. - Come on, otherwise my brain will burst ...

She looked at Roman in amazement. Then she sat down on the bench, timidly took hold of the edge of the T-shirt and pulled it up above the navel.

Roman stepped toward her and resolutely pulled the T-shirt up. Mom gasped, and two pouring sis, each the size of her head, spit out into the light of God.

“Raise your hands,” ordered Roman.

A second later, she was naked to the waist. Roman swallowed, looking at the swollen nipples. Mom took one screaming bundle and began clumsily putting it to her chest. The second continued to shout.

- you what? Both! Come both at once! Shouted Roman.

- But as?

- How how! How many boobs do you have? I will help ...

He put both bundles into Mommy’s hands, fitted them to her nipples - and after a couple of minutes, the bundles smacked together, glaring at puffy cream balls. The howl stopped.

Mom, frozen in order not to spoil anything, looked in surprise at them, then at Roman.

“Ugh,” he said. - Already ears laid.

“I’m used to it,” Mom said.

In her voice, too, there was a thick, chest femininity, appearing from somewhere in the depths. Now, when the twins took up the case, it was very noticeable. “They scream almost all the time.” I feed one - the other asks for food. I did not know that it was possible like this, two at once ... Thank you ...

The twins were chomping, and on the face of the mother a proud smile appeared, like a girl who was assigned an adult responsible business. Milk flowed through her belly, flowing into her navel.

- Where is my husband? - asked Roman.

“Somewhere,” Mom answered, turning away. The smile has slightly gone out.

- I see. Oh, you, goddess of fertility! ... How many are they already?

- Five months.

- And you?

- The day before yesterday, eighteen was ...

- Wow! Well, happy birthday then!

- Thank...

Rare pedestrians passed by, and the hologrudaya mother frantically turned pink, twisting her neck like a goose. Roman looked at her, standing nearby, then sat down on the bench.

“We fell asleep,” he said in a whisper.

“Almost,” she replied in the same way. - If you do not feed up - soon wake up.

But the bundles chavali meditatively, in a blissful trance of satiety, and soon the pink mouths, shining with milk, fell off the nipples.

“Let them go to the residence,” whispered Roman. - Let me help!

Moving, as in slow motion, they transported the convolutions to the "residence", and a half-naked mother began to wipe milk from the belly and breasts:

“It flows and flows like a cow,” she complained. - I already had a full freezer ...

- You have not been fucked for a long time, right? - suddenly asked Roman.

Mom looked at him in amazement.

- What are you looking at? It has long been, I say, not fucked. Yes? And you want because. Oh how you want! ..

“No ...” she babbled, crawling away from Roman to the edge of the bench. But instead of grabbing her, he suddenly leaned over and took the nipple in his mouth.

- So they did? Yes? - He asked, sucking warm lump. Mom tried to wriggle out, but quickly stopped and closed her eyes. Roman sucked her, smacking her like twins, and kneaded her second breast with her hand. Milk splashed out of it like a spray bottle.

- Stop ... What are you de ... - muttered puffy lips.

- A thigh dancing. They want to fuck, ”said Roman, when mommy began to moan openly. - Well, well ...

Without talking, unbuttoning her jeans, he jerked the mom off the bench and pulled everything that was on them from her hips.

- Lift your legs! ..

- What are you de ... Immediately people ... Park ... - naked mommy whimpered, not resisting. She was plump, fresh and pink like meringues. Between the legs, the prickly wool, once shaved and regrown, reappeared.

- Shut up! Come on ...

Dragging her behind the bench, Roman ordered:

- Cancer!

Mom obeyed, closing her eyes. Pink priest otklyalas, Roman was replaced by a wet spindle. Snapping and smacking, he felt it (from there it was really splashing with sticky juice, like from nipples), then got the unit - and immediately planted the eggs itself. Mom twitched and squealed.

- You're all flowing from everywhere. Girl fountain, - he growled, pressing on a pink ass. Eggs with champing and squelching pounded on the wet. - Good for you? BUT?

- Yeah ... - came a chest moan. - Aah ... Aahhh ...

He fucked her busily, without unnecessary emotions, like an experienced cat, and she whimpered, squirmed in his strong hands, dug grass at the top of her head, struggled and toiled, as if she wanted to run away from the fucking dick. Then he suddenly finished with a roar and a rattle, wetting his pants to Roman.

He had already tucked the unit back into the case, and she was twitching by inertia, savoring every echo of her thick, ashamed bodily happiness. Then she fell into the grass.

The novel also busily stroked her sides and thighs, nestled beside her. Mom sobbed.

Suddenly stooping, he kissed her nose. Then casually said:

- Now you will give birth to the third.

An indescribable smile of bliss and bitterness burned on his mom's face.

“Why did he leave you, so delicious?” - he asked. - I would put and put you on cancer, set and put you ... from morning till night ... and would kiss ...

Mom was silent. Then she said:

- It's getting dark.

- Yeah ...

- We must get out of here. There is a rapist, you know? ... Three cases already.

- Well yes. Therefore, in the late afternoon, it is necessary to agitate here, in the corner. Perhaps interested? ... A joke of humor.

They were silent. Then mom rose with a groan:

- Need to go. Feed ... regime and all that, - she murmured, not falling into the pants. - Thanks you! And ... sorry ...

- So, how will you feed them yourself? Here the skill is needed, - Roman began to fuss. - And in general ... dark already. Sama said - the rapist. Need to conduct. What is your name?

- Julia.

- wow! And me Roman. Well, judge for yourself: can Romeo give up her Juliet? BUT? - Roman tried to help her get dressed. - Well ... And then suddenly the rapist ...

They spoke in a half whisper so as not to wake the sleeping twins. Somehow putting her rags on Julia, Roman led her along the alley, hugging the waist with one hand and pushing the stroller with the other.

It is not known where the wind that came from tore off the announcement from the post and carried it away, as if there was no need for it anymore.