"She herself got into a trap - becoming my mother's friend ..."

My mom has a girlfriend - a classmate from the institute.

Not so much chick: slim, slim, of medium height, her face is pretty, even though she is over fifty, medium-sized boobs, lean, taut ass, legs even. Name is Elina Viktorovna. Single, have a daughter. Elina often comes to my mother. I know a very long time. When I was still at school, I also did my cleverly clever trick with her under the table with the “dropped fork”. What is really there! I was a smart little and almost every mother friend who came to visit us before, I looked between my legs! For “convenience,” I even dragged a dog that was shaken to the neighbour’s dog in order to “play” with her under the table and, thus, be there for a long time and perfectly legally. Yes, I was smart beyond my years! While my peers with passion of spiers in Dandy, Segou and Tetris, I played more interesting games! How many adult aunt I saw panties ... mmmm, even with no honor!

So, Elina Viktorovna is not like my aunt, who showed me everything on purpose. The erotic spectacle usually ended at the level of the knees, where the skirt had already begun. She always kept her legs together. Only once, when I was under the table, she threw one leg over the other and I caught a glimpse of her white panties. This exciting moment was enough for me, with a manic obsession, to jerk off to seventh sweat.

A few years ago, I began to stare at her in earnest. Elina Viktorovna lives under Peter - in Tosno. And when I arrived, I stayed with my mom for a long time, chasing tea and discussing all kinds of female nonsense. As a rule, after such gatherings, I, recently, brought her to the place from which she was leaving on a bus. But one day, when my mother had another relative from Belarus, I was on the road with Elina, who specifically simulated a flat tire. And we, of course, did not have time for her bus. And until the next was a few hours. I called my mother and proudly reported this "news." She said to take Elina Viktorovna ... to her home! In principle, she had spent the night with her parents. But then - they have! And now a relative has stopped at the rodok. Elina, speaking with her mother (I passed the phone), hesitantly agreed. It gave very good opportunities.

I brought her to me. The mere fact that I have a woman in my house, whom I have long wanted to try to fuck, lifted my spirits ... and not only him. Carefully spreading out the couch in the hall and making it with bed linen, I showed her the bed. Elina Viktorovna felt awkward. I want to immediately give a few words to her features, temperament and character, so that my motives will be understood later.

Elina Viktorovna was not foolish. But at school, exactly like at the institute, she was shy of boys, lost, complexed and stupid - so she was called “Klusha” (this is from the stories of my mother, when I carefully worked on her psycho portrait, unobtrusively asked about her friend). By type of temperament, she is melancholic, which put in a row such qualities as: vulnerability, thoughtfulness, secrecy, etc. Moreover, typical is an introvert, which added: isolation, solitude, complete immersion into your imaginary world. This is enough to understand that like her, it is very easy to manipulate. Such a person would prefer to come to terms with the situation, rather than resolutely begin to try to overcome obstacles and difficulties.

During her conversations with my mother, I often heard something similar:

- Oh, Maria, everything is so complicated here, that it’s easier to hide in a corner and keep silent in a rag!

Or this:

- Masha! I'm telling you! Only you touch, it will start (this is about her daughter), that it is better not to interfere! Then you will be listening to the week!

And this:

- It's you, Masha, you can rattle on the brain! And I ... oh, better leave everything as it is and close your eyes to it.

And even this:

—... Let everything be, as it will be ... What will be - that cannot be avoided ...

All the above listed, drew me a great perspective: repeatedly prisunut this Klusha.

* * *

While Elina modestly sat on the chair, I, for the most likely result, pulled out a bottle of wine with a “filling”! I already have these “tools” in my reserves. I always have pre-cooked wine for the future, slightly diluted with sake (it doesn’t give out smell and taste), but it blows down the tower like a samurai sword - completely!

I have recently “treated my mother” with such a treat ... she “emboldened” so much that without embarrassment she put her legs on my knees and asked me to massage her feet! I really limited myself to this. But I was excited to say: not childish, touching the mother by the legs!

- Sasha, it's late already. Need to go to bed! - cheer Klusha.

- Come on, Elina Viktorovna, in what age you are visiting with me! Let's bahnem reds! Tomorrow is still Sunday, an hour earlier - an hour later you will go home. And in the morning I can go to my mom, chat, ”I already poured her a glass and unpacked a box of marzipan brought from Tallinn itself. - Here you go! - I held out the wine and candy.

- Oh, well, I just do not know. Maybe not needed? - she told her her garbage.

- Need, Need! - I put a glass in her hand and put a box on my lap. The member throbbed in his pants. Her legs were so pretty: even, in pantyhose, fingers in a neat pedicure.

She drank uncertainly. I ate some candy. I poured more.

- Oh! The second ?! - Klusha fussed.

- Also the third will be! As God ordered! - I immediately chopped off her.

Skoronko filling and the third, then - the fourth, and - the fifth. Klusha liked how they take care of her. I, as a waiter of a decent Armenian establishment, courteously served my mother's friend.

Elina Viktorovna drunk in the trash.

- Everything! All-all-all! I'll go to the shower - Elina got up and swaying, went to the side of the bathroom, wagging her ass. After she washed herself and went into the hall, I also went to rinse. When I left, I put on shorts on my bare ass and knocked on her door.

- Elina Viktorovna, I'm sorry, can I ask?

- Yes of course! - the voice was distributed. - Come on in!

I entered. Elina was lying under a blanket. It's so intimate when you're in the same room with a woman! If it were light, she would see that my shorts are sticking out.

I sat down on a chair and moved to the sofa. She turned on the nightlight.

- Elina Viktorovna, you, as an experienced woman, tell me? Only between us? We are friends? I can't discuss it with my mother, but you know all about us! I trust you. If, let's say, a man, we call it that, for a long time it is impossible to find a girlfriend - what needs to be changed in yourself? What to do? - I began my entry plate.

- Well, Sanya, ... would you ask something easier? I am right ... I just don’t know what to advise you ... - she took the floor. - And what exactly does not work out?

- Yes all! Get to know - does not work! And it’s impossible to start a relationship with those whom I know! ... Well, about sex ... I apologize for the details ... So I’m generally silent ... - I added wistfully.

Elina Viktorovna lifted the pillow and shifted to a half-sitting position, pulling the blanket up to the neck.

- Sex ... is a separate topic ...

- Elina Viktorovna, may I turn to “you”? And then I am embarrassed somehow.

“Yes ... come on you,” the drunk woman agreed.

- Here you are, that is, you are smart, beautiful! Bore and raised such a worthy daughter! - I began with the most powerful tool - flattery. - How did you manage all this ?!

- Oh, I have spoken so much: smart ... beautiful! ... Nice ... And about the daughter ... it’s you who are wrong ... shit ... The bloodsucker, not the daughter ... I pulled my whole soul with my own claims! And so the mother does not like and commercials! Already myself ... I can not make out where I missed? Where did you not see?

- What-what did not disassemble? - I asked, slowly sitting down to her, on the edge of the sofa.

She barely moved her tongue.

-... BUT? Yes, I say that I do not know where I overlooked? .....

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