The next day, Vova and I were waiting in the morning at their house. The door opened at 11 am, only mom came out. In black glasses, a red-white sundress just above the knee, red shoes with a heel and a handbag. She looked fresh, despite yesterday's madness. Mom walked slowly towards the beach, tapping red heels and wagging her big ass, which even in a sundress looked very meaty. We followed her all the way to the beach.

At this time on the beach, the apple had nowhere to fall. But my mother, after about five minutes, still found a free deck chair. And we settled down a little distance, sat down at a table and ordered a cold beer. I put on my cap and glasses, so as not to accidentally catch her eyes. Mom threw her purse on the sand and pulled her sundress over her head. Surely we were not alone at that moment hatched eyes on her white fleshy ass. Mom wore a red high-waisted mini bikini that was worn in the nineties. The triangle of fabric behind was located on the waist, not closing its mouth-watering buttocks. About the chest to say nothing. She always riveted attention. Two large, fleshy boobs, hidden under a red cloth, left the place of fantasy. Her golden curly hair shimmered in the sun. If I did not know this woman, then I could safely say that at that moment I saw the most beautiful woman in my life. Now she looked divinely sexy, but it is worth remembering any episode that I had to watch, her worn vagina, with flowing sperm, the streaks of the same sperm and carcass on her face, her slutted anal and so on, you immediately start to perceive this goddess as a simple dirty whore she really was.

Mom kicked off her shoes and got a tanner. When she began to gently rub her body in all places, I looked around. Around everyone was buzzing, each about his own, the children ran, their fat women screaming after them, their bellied husbands slept with a glass of beer in their hands. Everyone was engaged in the own business, and nobody seemed to be looking at this sexy woman. And she did not need this. Mom fell on a chaise and began to sunbathe. After twenty minutes, she got up, took off her glasses and went into the water. After swimming alone, she returned to her seat and began to wipe herself. And at this moment three young tanned guys, it seems, local people came to her. Hairy and chunky. Two of them brazenly sat on my mother's chaise lounge, and the other stood next to her. They talked peacefully. The guys, although they were in sunglasses, but apparently devoured by eyes the delicious body of an adult woman. Soon they got their way, and mom went with them straight in our direction. I panicked and turned my back.

- Go here?

- Damn, yes.Sit across the table from us, - whispered Vovan.

I just shifted to look sideways at their table. In this little beach cafe music was loudly beating on the ears, and it was impossible to make out what mother was talking to these guys. But they clearly intended to dissolve her for sex in the evening, well, or now, the devil knows. Two guys on the sides put their hands on her hips. Mom did not push them away. I did not see her eyes, she was wearing glasses. Gradually, the guys became bolder. So what? That's right, if a woman doesn't stop you, you have to go on. One of them put an arm around her shoulders. His fingers touched her chest and pulled the fabric aside. Mom talked to the guy across the street and pretended not to notice the other guy trying to strip her. And then bang, he succeeded, his mother's huge nipple, and she really had big nipples, looked out. The guy quietly began to squeeze him and stroke, but my mother also continued to not pay attention to it. And even when the hand of the other guy was between her legs, which were pliantly moved apart, my mother did not interrupt the conversation or even change her position. She sat in good sight for us.

And we perfectly saw what was happening under the table. That guy pulled the fabric panties to the side and began to stroke her mother's hairy pussy. The other guy helped him, on the other hand, he pulled off his pants more strongly, exposing his mother's hairy pubis. The guy on the left stroked her gap from top to bottom and penetrated with two fingers inside. Mom twitched a little and spread her legs imperceptibly wider. At this moment, the guy on the right imperceptibly nodded to the bartender. He came out from behind the bar and obsessively approached us and asked to leave. It was a very convincing request. We left the money and quietly left. The bartender immediately lowered the tent wall and made the music louder. I ran for the tent, Vova for me. There was a side long narrow slit. We clung to her. At this time, these guys, plus the bartender, literally pounced on my mother. They tore off her swimsuit up and grabbed her boobs with their hands and teeth. The worst thing is that she sincerely fought back from them, which is rarely seen from my mother. I realized that I had to intervene. They had already pulled off her pants and stretched out on the table. One held the hands, the other leg, the third worked the fingers of her vagina. The bartender pulled on her nipples and slapped her boobs, covered his mouth with his other hand. When one of the rapists lowered his shorts and fell in mom between his legs, I decided.

- Run inside, save her from these cheekbones! - I shouted Vovan in his ear.

- What to say? - my friend panicked.

- Fuck, Vova, think up something, I can not, she will recognize me!

He rushed back and forth for a couple of seconds and then dashed into the tent, tearing the unreliable wall.

- Well, back off from my mother perverts freaking! I'll call the police now!

Four guys were stunned on the spot. One was already inside her mother, she took advantage of the pause and pushed him into the chest with her foot. The guy collapsed on the floor and hurriedly pulled on his shorts. The rest were rooted to the spot. Mom jumped off the table, quickly pulled on her panties and a bra and left the tent, Vova followed her. When she moved about ten meters away from the tent, she turned to Vova. He hesitantly approached her. She apparently thanked him, but from the look it became clear that she had no idea who he was, and that this was the same boy she knew when he was walking under the table. And then I figured out when she saw him last? Approximately, Vovan at that time was 14. 8 years have passed. He is now bald and with a beard, ala guy from the black star party. He used to have huge curls on his head. All this led me to one interesting idea.

While I was thinking, Vova approached me.

“She suggested that I take a walk with her and have lunch,” he said, waiting for my reaction.

I smiled with a sly look.

- Well. She didn't recognize you. Now you go with her and do as you please.

- What are you talking about? - Vova was confused.

- Do what you want, do not think that this is my mother. This is just a fucking FEMALE, not a girl with a shaved cunt, but a real smart experienced woman. And you are the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.You saved her, she is yours. Open its nature. You know how she is. Play with her, spend this day unforgettably, and in the evening you will tell me everything.

Before he could answer, I pushed him in the back and got out of the beach to our room. All day and half of the night I waited for him in nervous excitement. And when he appeared, it was already another person. Not that unsure of his bald oboishka with blue eyes, it was someone completely different.

Further, the story from the words of Volodya.

We left the beach together. We walked along the embankment and chatted about everything ordinary. She so easily moved away from this incident that she did not worry at all and did not recall him. I came up with a story that I rest here with friends, they say they are still sleeping in the room. Your mother did not recognize me at all, praised me for my courage that saved a woman in trouble. Made a couple of compliments to my body, asked about age. I answered 26, I do not know why. She looked at me strangely all the time, as if appreciating from head to foot.

Then we came to a spacious coffee patio. There were half-closed rooms with a couch. This lounger with a table in the middle. As in the Arab countries, you eat sitting in the lotus position or lying on your side. Very beautiful ...