All together they greeted each other, laughing. A part of the company went into the house, while Alla and I and Timur walked to the covered part of the site. The visor of the house unnaturally stretched eight meters, forming a veranda, which beckoned with its cozy freedom. On the one hand was a white leather sofa and a small table. On the other more extensive part, the corner sofa of the same skin. The right side of it was stretched out in the manner of a bed, there were several round pillows. On the table were vases of fruit and wine. Crystal wine inlaid with silver striking the eye.

- So here you are. Alla kindly - arrogantly looked at me. She sat on the couch and was holding a wine glass in her hand, waiting for the slave — Timurka would pour in wine. I was silent.

- Tell me about yourself, do not hesitate or better show! Alla laughed.

This fifty-year-old woman crawled out of her skin to look younger. But I must admit the beauty in it was. Balzakovskiy sparkled in her. Well-groomed was, though excessive, but it was the case when she was “pupal”.

- How long have you been at Larisa? Alla stopped laughing and looked at me a little more kindly. Timur - giggle shakalenok. Hmm, Larissa has already put everyone in the course, well then.

- About a year.

- Do you like? Alla lit a cigarette.

- In different ways, and yes and no.

- What do you like? When I lit up, I answered her:

- The passion that inflames, it is unbearably sweet - bitter ... I am drunk to the bottom, which is not even permissible for my husband. The ban that I break every time, became my servant or I am his slave ... But we are friends, ready to kill each other ...

- Wow! You are not so simple! Alla laughed, but this time the laughter was warm. But Timka was perplexedly looking at the skies, comprehending what was said.

- Learn! Alla raised her hands and weighed him upside the head.

- Enough! Flushing, Timur pulled away from her.

- Not enough, nothing is enough! Instagram, Game of Thrones, Whiskey! When you grow up!

I looked at them dumbfounded. Not holding back, asked a question.

- Alla, sorry, is he your son?

- Actually, I'm here! Timur evil looked at me. I looked at Alla and lowered my eyes.

- No, Christina, he is my stepson.

To the right of the fountain, Fedor fussed with a kebab, twirling the skewers on a large wrought-iron shashlik keeper. Maxim and Dmitry, with beer in their hands, approached him about something they were talking about. Larisa and Josephine joined us. I poured them wine and served glasses.

- Kristinochka, sat up without works? Larisa threw up her hands theatrically.

- Girls who wish? She looked at Alla and Josephine. Timur is red like cancer, eagerly staring at me.

- Why not! Alla put down her glass.

- Christina, my girl, caress mommy. She beckoned me with her finger.

- More boldly, ide-e-em ...

Raising the hem of a straight dress, Alla took off her panties and lay down on the sofa. Dark brown hair was scattered across the snow-white sofa. She playfully looked around and spread her legs. For her fifty, she looked good. Slim legs and muscle density, involuntarily cast respect for her.

- Timur's son! Go to mommy! She turned from the stepson with a smile - a smirk.

It was noticeable that this was the norm, he approached her face, unbuttoning her pants, Alla took out a member of rather impressive size. Slightly cheering, she turned to me again:

- Kristinochka, come on, polyma mommy ...

Sitting on my knees, I approached her vagina, the labia majora slightly hung down and were excited. The clitoris was incredibly large.

Alla raised her eyes to Timur, lowered and hugged the trunk with her lips. Helping herself with her hand, she slid her lips over the stepson’s penis. Understanding the situation cheered me up and excited me - she is 50 years old, she is almost his mother, he is 20 and he is almost her son ...

I eagerly clung to her vagina.Having plunged her tongue into Alla, she rhythmically pushed and felt how she served me for a meeting. Lifting her eyes, she saw how she licked her stepson's eggs and spat on his trunk, tightly clasping her lips, plunged her cock into herself. Saliva, remaining on her lips, oozed onto her chin and dripped onto her chest. Alla started to sit down madly on the trunk.

Moving lower, I plunged her tongue in her ass. She pushed. She put her fingers into the vagina, first two, then three, then ... Obviously the fisting was not new to her, she groaned. Playing tongue in her ass, I fucked the vagina with a palm, placing my hand on the wrist. Alla moaned gutturally, her cunt squished in unison with similar sounds from her mouth. Pulling away, she made it clear, I lifted my head and took out my palm.

- Cum in her mouth. She turned to the stepson.

Timur, coming up to me, put it in his mouth with a swing. Taking the back of his head, he began furiously fucking in his mouth. I did not help him and he felt it, not caring about anything, rudely did his job. Just putting my mouth to it, I closed my eyes. A few seconds later he was discharged into my throat. With light movements, Timur blew out the last of his liquid and finally took out his penis. Opening his eyes, I saw the men, Dmitry looked at me lustfully. Maxim looked at me, but somewhere deep down, his eyes did not reflect anything, there, far away, beyond the shell of the physics of his gaze, hung sadness.

Under humorous applause, standing up, I dragged myself to the bathroom. Maxim volunteered to accompany me, as I did not know at home. Having passed the hall, by the way, the house inside was not at all small, we went to the bathroom. Opening the door for me and holding me by the waist, Maxim went into the bathroom with me.

- Thanks Maxim. I smiled.

And all of a sudden, he quite sincerely kissed me on the lips ... Lost, after a second, I pulled away, looking dumbfounded at him.

- Max, do not be so! Can not be so! Do you want to fuck, but do not need this! Heck! Quiet tears flowed ... dividing the face into three parts, the past, the present and the terrible future ...

- Cristina, calm down. You're alone, I feel sorry for you and you are cute to me. Your husband is in the know about this business with you! Believe it so!

- I'll talk to him, I think he will understand everything ...

- Are you a fool ?! He took me by the shoulders. I turned away.

- Okay, sorry, let everything go on as usual. Maxim went out, closing the door without a sound.

Having a shower, I went to them. Everyone sat here. Alla dressed and ruffled Timur's hair, talking with Larisa, who was sitting in the opposite chair. Maxim drank wine, sitting on a wicker chair, Vika ate already prepared kebabs. Fedor and Dmitry smoked a little aside, laughing about something. Only Josephine was missing. Someone laid the table, the shish kebab was not removed from the skewer and the meat was appetizing smoked. Cognac of two kinds, red and white wine, juices, a variety of snacks. From the depths of the courtyard appeared Josephine.

- O Christine! Finally here! She laughed against me and whispered in my ear

- There is a surprise for you ... I looked at her questioningly.

“Um, how can I tell you ... there ...” A loud car signal cut off the gate interrupted her.

Fedor in waddling went to see someone there. I turned again to Josephine:

- So what's the surprise? Rubber man? She laughed.

- Original! No, there ... Then I did not hear, and it didn’t give a damn.

Having passed the archway, my husband Igor was heading toward us, Fedor was walking behind. I was stupefied. A gulp, having drunk wine, has put a wine glass.

- Hello! He greeted a little embarrassed and added:

- Hi Christine ...

- Hi Igor ...

- You are not native! Larisa, laughing, gave my husband a glass of wine.

- Igor, let's talk? I looked at him inquiringly.

- Yes of course. The glass accepted from Larisa remained in his hand ...

Bypassing the house, we were on another site. A small pool, sun beds. The space was closed in the same style, loach, grass. One-story building with a pipe, a bath. A sheet of chipboard was inserted into the window opening, apparently in the prebushroom, in which a neat hole was made. The edges are covered with fabric, and a little higher, from the edges, hung down attached leather belts. Also to the window ... Read more →