I read the story "With my mother at the camp site." He hooked me. Obviously, the story focuses on the seduction aspect. True, the parts are not detailed, but schematically. As far as I could, I painted these places, removed the implausible moments.

I am also not a supporter of the demonstration of inter-ethnic relations between Caucasians and Slavic women. But:

1. If I had changed the partner’s nationality, the story would have been completely changed;

2. Women are to blame for their accessibility .;

Therefore, I left the partner’s nationality

I repeat - the story is not mine. I only improved it a little. Therefore, please don't blame me for plagiarism.

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Part 1

Damn, where is Gilani? It seems everyone has already gathered, but he is not there ... "Send without him," suggested Gray. The whole company has already moved from the dance floor to the bar. Everything went as usual there - we swelled to have fun and even managed to get involved in some kind of scuffle with visitors ... then I remembered my mother. She wasn't at the bar ...

We came with my mother (her name was Tatiana) to the hostel a week ago. I just finished school and I was 18 years old. At first we decided to go on vacation with the whole family. And they were going to Turkey or Egypt, but then the pope had urgent business matters, and my mother did not want to fly to another country without him. Therefore, we decided to first go to the south, and then to save money - to the tourist center in the area. I hung out there every year for a couple of weeks, but always with friends. And this time there was a mom.

Of course, I didn’t want her to go - there will be there constantly firing us, youngsters and making it difficult to have fun. But to dissuade her failed. She said she would not disturb us and just sunbathe on the beach. So actually it was ... in the morning we went to the beach, swam there, drank beer (sneaky from mom), then lunch, sports, the beach, dinner and an evening disco with a fire or a bar after. And so it was all 5 days since we arrived (as it seemed to me in the beginning). Only here that evening my mother was not with us at the bar, or I just paid attention to that for the first time.

In general, after the bar, I decided not to tempt fate and go to sleep in the room. My mother and I had different rooms and they were at a decent distance from each other - here I tried and said that there were simply no others and either we stopped at them or stayed in the stuffy city. She, of course, agreed)) Only then I later regretted it.

Passing by my mother's room, I decided to drop by to say good night and ask about tonight's evening - how she liked the dances. and ask where she disappeared the whole evening when her beloved son almost finished off at the bar))

Almost reaching the room I heard footsteps and stopped so that they would not notice me. There was a female voice, then some guy's quiet voice ... "Well, that's it, I went ... enough ... everything, everything ... until tomorrow ... me too ..." Smack-smack ... sounds of a kiss. And my mom appears. Wow. She turns the tricks with some tourist ... in gives. And she seemed so strict and unapproachable, Dad never changed and was always surprised by the stories of her friends about crazy adventures to the side - she always harshly condemned it. Needless to say, Soviet education.

Among all the guys around, the son of the host of the camp site stood out - a Chechen named Gilani. He, in addition to his status position, behaved very arrogantly and defiantly, argued with everyone and believed that only his opinion was correct. In general, the goat. If we talked about girls, he always flaunted: "I can get any woman I want!" And he constantly bragged about how he fucks the girls who come to rest in the hostel. I certainly was jealous ... but at the same time I wanted to learn from him - how so deftly to drag a girl into bed. Not to say that we were friends, rather friends — we knew each other, greeted each other, sometimes hung out together, but no more.

Gilani was the same age as me, but he clearly had more experience with the opposite sex. But what can I say - I was still a virgin, even though the girls liked him, and he, like most of his friends at the camp site, most likely lost his virginity a long time ago.

A young Caucasian womanizer noticed an adult Russian woman almost as soon as she appeared at his father’s camp site. He just got up when he saw her - she was walking with a familiar guy along the path to the pier. She was in a light dress, which simply incredibly emphasized her luxurious big ass ... just the kind of guy she dreamed of - a slender woman with a slim waist, chiseled legs and a lush ass ... a dream !!! In shorts Gilani immediately formed a large size bulged out, and the purpose of its existence in the coming weeks was determined.

A woman with a luxurious booty called Tatyana. She just arrived at the camp site with her son Dimka.

It should be noted that outwardly Tatiana was very attractive - men always paid attention to her. She was cared for and secretly adored. She, by virtue of her character and upbringing, did not give anyone any reason to flirt, much less something more.

Behind the external chastity and severity hid a luxurious body, which Tatiana demonstrated on the beach. Her figure was like a guitar - graceful shoulders, a small chest of the second size, a narrow waist, turning into wide hips and a big ass. mouth-watering thighs and slender legs complemented the beautiful look 100%. In general, her body was on all 5 points, especially of course a huge ass and massive thighs, of which she often kompleksovala, stood out. But according to which all the friends and friends of the male family, and all the men at her place of work, dried up.

For Dimka, she was just a mom, beautiful, but nothing more. As a woman, he did not pay attention to her, because he was simply afraid to think about it. Although of course I looked when I could ... for her black triangle of hair between the legs and the gorgeous ass, which beckoned with its volume. I looked, I jerked off, but nothing more ... mother is mother. But for the other guys, she was a mature woman and a desirable sexual object ... but no one, of course, said anything to anyone.

And so the rest took place - the beach, the dining room, the river, the dancing, the fire, the bar ... Everything was as usual and everything was as usual - it seemed to Dimka.

Only then, after one shocking event, he will understand ... how it was possible not to pay attention to mother's constant absences - and then take a ride on a boat, and swim to look at the island, and swim on a catamaran ... not to mention the sudden disappearances in the evening during dancing or on the beach during the day. And all the time, somewhere near Tatyana, the son of the head of the tourist center, this Gilani, was spinning ...

And just when Dimka left for a couple of days with an overnight stay with friends, Tatiana stayed at the camp site ... it was Dimka who persuaded her not to go. At first she worried that she would leave him alone, but she nevertheless agreed. These 2 days and played a decisive role ... Caucasian young man did not depart for a minute from the Russian woman ...

But all this will happen later ... then Dimka will build a logical chain and see the whole picture. In the meantime, everything was as usual.

But if you take a closer look and be a little more attentive, you could immediately understand that this cunning Caucasian guy intentionally created situations so that if you were not alone with an adult woman, then at least be constantly near her ... showing her attention and caring in every possible way for Tatiana. For example, when Tatiana and Dimka were on the beach, he unscrewed the fuse from the electrical panel and replaced it with a deliberately blown one. And when Tatyana left the room, he “accidentally” passed by. I asked Tanya about the problem, and, having heard the answer, I went to the work room for a tool and a working preservative. He soon returned and set up the light, after which he hurried "about his business." Tatiana and thank him properly, did not have time. Only after shouted "thank you." And this, too, was thought out so that the woman had a sense of moral debtor.

From the side of their communication looked ...