- Do you want us to monitor your mother? Filmed, how is it fucked? I understand you correctly, old man? - Max raised his eyebrow.

I lowered my head and nodded. I was ashamed, but it was stronger than me.

- Agreed, friend.

Max put his hand on my shoulder.

- It is better for you to know and see everything, than to remain in ignorance.

- By the way, I read somewhere, - Acne gave a voice, - that the person who watches those who fuck or undress is called something like that on B. .. Oh yes, Voyeur! It turns out that you, Sanya, are a real voyeur.

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A few days later, one evening I had to observe another interesting picture. My mother and I sat on the couch and watched TV. Just a family. Oleg was at work. Mom was sitting on the edge of the couch, legs tucked under her. She was wearing a light silk dressing gown. Recently, I looked at my mom quite differently. Looking at her, laughing merrily with some American comedy that was played on TV, I saw a lot of dirty images with her participation. Especially the last image captured by my friends. As her roughly fucked in the mouth two men, as boils saliva, spitting and slaps. Of course, I did not stop loving her, but now I perceived differently. Respect is lost somewhere. I no longer perceived her as a strong woman, an imperious mother, which I must obey without question. Of course, I did not show open disrespect to her. My actions and actions remained unchanged. And she didn’t even know that I knew everything and saw a lot of things. Only an incident in the kitchen, when Oleg brazenly opened her breasts in front of my eyes, left a slight awkwardness between us. But she eventually smoothed and forgotten. Now she was an ordinary mom, as before. So warm and homely. But this evening, so nicely begun, has dramatically turned into another dirty event.

Outside the window, I heard the noise of a car pulling up and drunken men's voices. The door of our gate opened and slammed loudly. And suddenly in the courtyard he heard the loud demanding voice of Oleg:

- Sveta! Svetlana! Go here! Do you hear ?! Sveta! I came home, go meet your man!

All this was clearly audible throughout the district. Mom abruptly jumped off the couch and turned off the telly.

- He got drunk again! Go to sleep now! And I will lay it down. Do not leave the room. Do you understand me, honey?

- Yes mom.

- Well, go. Sweet Dreams, honey.

I went to my room, and my mother hurried into the courtyard. Why, just I was not going to sleep. Just threw the blanket and immediately rushed after his mother and clung to the window leading to the courtyard. The yard lit a street lamp. Mom was in Oleg's strong, drunken embrace. In one dressing gown and slippers. Oleg was in shape. He hugged his mom tightly and rudely kissed him.

- My woman! - the excited bear wheezed. - How beautiful you are with me!

His bear's paw dived under his robe from the back of his mother and squeezed one buttock.

- What is your ass elastic! I love your ass!

He pulled up his mother's robe above and exposed two white round buttocks. I was horrified to realize that all this time, my mother was sitting next to me on the couch, watching TV, laughing, and she was not wearing panties! Not at all, and the bra too. Then I remembered how I had once overheard their conversation in the bedroom. Oleg forbade his mother to wear underwear at home, but she only argued a little, again bent under his will.

And now he crushed these juicy white buttocks, slapped on them and roughly squeezed. Then he turned and pressed his mother to the door of the cellar. One movement, he opened the floor of her robe, and he fell on the asphalt. Mom was completely naked. The light of the lantern was reflected from her feminine body. Oleg clutched at her mother's boobs with both hands and squeezed them so that she groaned and bit her lip.Far from gently, he crushed them and bit his lips into her nipples. Smacked like eating a watermelon. Drool flowed down his chin and mother's boobs. Then he put his hand down and grabbed his mother's hairy crotch with his fingers. He strongly pulled pubic hair, and mother screamed. With his second hand, Oleg grabbed his mother by the hair and lifted his head up.

- Are you my whore?

“Yes, I'm your whore,” Mom answered languidly.

Oleg relish spat in her face and weighed a few voiced slaps. I could not understand, mom either endures, or she likes it. Even a spit in the face and a slap in the face did not make her resist. Oleg grabbed her by the throat and pressed her against the wall.

- You're a dirty whore! Dirty cheap whore! Yes?!

- Yes! I'm your bitch! Dirty whore! But, dear, you are very drunk, let's go to the house ...

Spank! Spank! Spank! Three slaps that could be heard throughout the whole yard painted her mother's face in crimson. Oleg kept his mother by the hair at arm's length.

- Do not tell me what to do! And I'm not drunk, damn it! Maybe quite a bit! But not enough to not find your hole! Substitute your face!

He let go of her mother's head. Mom stretched her face to meet him and immediately received a resounding slap in the face and spittle.

- You do not want to say anything!

- Sorry for pointing you! - Said mom.

Spank! Spit! Spank!

- I do not see remorse in your eyes!

- Sorry honey. I am your whore and I do not dare to tell you.

Oleg spat in her face again and weighed another slap in the face. Then with two hands from top to bottom he loudly slapped her mother's boobs. Mom screamed and jumped.

- Stay on the spot!

Oleg grabbed mom's nipples, began to squeeze them and twist. Mom jerked and moaned like in a skillet. Finally letting go of the big nipples, Oleg slapped his palms again on his chest, this time from the bottom up.

- You have fucking big tits. Only whores have this udder!

Oleg showered numerous insults towards his mother, while she stood and listened to it meekly, without denying it. I could not understand her, even kill. Oleg again began to twist her nipples, and my mother, with clenched teeth, suffered this. Having lowered one hand, he again grabbed mum for pubic hair.

- Ay! It hurts, Oleg!

- You have a hairy pussy, like a real whore! But I like it.

He began to rub his mother's crotch palm. With quick movements, forcing mom to moan. She flexed her legs wide apart and leaned forward with her pelvis. Oleg squatted on his haunches and put two fingers into his mom's pussy. He quickly began to work with them, and my mother covered her mouth with her hand so as not to scream. Unexpectedly, Oleg bit my mother by the thigh, and she screamed. He earned his fingers even faster, and I noticed how shiny droplets began to splash out of my mom's holes on the asphalt. I even heard the sound of a squishing vagina. Her mother's legs trembled, she leaned her back against the cellar door. Finally, Oleg stopped torturing his mother's fissure and slapped his palm over it. Mom instinctively moved her legs. Her juices ran down her thighs and glistened on her skin in the light of a street lamp.

- Open your mouth!

Oleg put his mother's wet fingers in his mouth for the entire length. She coughed and burped saliva. Oleg smeared saliva over her face with a wet hand and weighed a light slap.

- Whore!

He took a step back, admiring the humiliated woman, and began to unbutton his pants. A big dick appeared. Pants with shorts fell down. Oleg turned member.

- Want him?

Mom immediately replied, afraid to hurt a drunken healthy fellow.

- Yes. I want your dick.

She began to squat and immediately received a resounding slap in the face.

- I suggested that you suck?

“Sorry,” Mom replied, pressing her hand to her cheek.

- Sit down!

Mom squatted awkwardly again. Oleg approached her and slapped a member in the face.

- Hands on hips!

Mom obediently put her hands on her magnificent hips. Oleg again several times slapped a member of her face. Then he laid hairy eggs on her nose and began to masturbate his drin.

- Lick your eggs!

Mom fluttered her tongue over a shaggy scrotum, and did it with pleasure, if not with pleasure.

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