After Ruslan, pulling on voluminous shorts and yawning loudly and to do so, the mother left the room, not looking at her son and muttering “Keep quiet”, began to gather on the beach. She didn’t talk to Igorkom, looked through him, confining herself to monosyllabic phrases relating to the most ordinary things.
He tried not to recall his passion for his mother's linen, after rummaging around the room, the mother accidentally stumbled upon them in a pocket of igorkov shorts hanging on a chair. Absently grabbing shorts, she put her hand in her pocket and, pulling out her panties, darkened her face: "What is this?". Igorek was neither alive nor dead, the brain feverishly thought, but he could not find a digestible answer. Later, having already received a biting blow to the face with wet shorts and sitting with a burning cheek and even more burning ears, Igor was late in writing possible "convenient" reasons for the appearance of this part of the toilet in his pocket.
However, the fact that he was caught at the most shameful, and the thunder and lightning did not hit him, he did not fall through the ground, was not beaten by his mother to death, the boy was strangely struck ... constantly thinking about it, he experienced a strange languor, often accompanied feeling of butterflies in the stomach. The halo of inaccessibility of the maternal image was dispelled, revealing Igor to the ordinary middle-aged woman with the most ordinary vagina, hospitably admitting people like Ruslan, and closed to the rest, whom, in which case, she can also fall into her face.
Prior to this incident, Igorek found pleasure from the fact of comprehending a secret, shameful forbidden fruit ... inhaling the tart smell of mom's underwear, and sometimes licking a slightly sour crotch fabric, he masturbated, not having certain female images, comprehending the very fact of danger and forbidden lust, occasionally, however, representing a girl or woman who is familiar, seen on the street or on TV, but never mom.
Now, having crossed some kind of psychological edge, in dreams, the mother poured onto the sofa, tearing her panties out of her wide hips, thrust a ragged, fragrant lump into her mouth, scuffed and roughly widened her hairy slit, thrusting her unraveled red pharynx with her fingers up , and firmly dug the female gut, shaking the face and stomach from the blows of swinging boobs. With a groan, Igorek finished at the sink, walked out of the toilet on shaky legs and walked to the bed, trying not to look at his mother.
The mother now came to the hotel room late, sometimes in the morning, spent a lot of time in the hallway, getting confused in the dress being removed and, not dressing up a swimsuit soiled in the sand, fell on the bed, spreading the spicy aroma of the wine bouquet. Sometimes she came home without clothes, barely took off her dress, fell to sleep, parading bare bare ass covered with a sheet. Igorek unsuccessfully tried to convince himself that his mother likes to swim in the night sea naked, constantly forgetting bathing accessories on the beach ... until one day while in her absence, he accidentally glanced into the bedside table where the contents of her mother's numerous bags fell out every day.
Pooled, he considered packs of cigarettes scattered among small money and various cosmetics (mom does not smoke!), Two boxes of Condoms Light condoms of 30 each in a pack, one of them unopened, the second half empty ... Igorek fumbled in a box and fished out one pack, completely empty. Closing the box with shaking hands, he managed to notice in the corner a Durex gel-lubricant with a cherry flavor and some other tubes of an incomprehensible purpose. “Forty-five hand in boxes is not enough, the bather is e ... naya”, Igor thought bitterly. He was shivering, standing in the middle of the number, not daring to do anything, then grabbed the phone, started dialing his father, but dropped the number in the middle of the dialing. His head was spinning, he lay down on the bed, clasped her hands and thought.
By evening, he calmed down a little, and the next morning, waiting for the mother who had come to sleep well, would fall asleep, rummaged around her belongings and clenched his fists convulsively, finding a slimy lump in his dress pocket. Carefully carried him to the toilet and laid out on the sink, looking at the four similar to the slippery fat worms used condoms, two of which were half filled with whitish liquid. Igor with horror noticed blood stains on two empty condoms, which turned out to be a detailed look at the remains of lipstick and something else that smelled like cherries.
Igorek disgustedly took the smelling lump with two fingers and went into the room, where, putting it in place, lay down in bed. Tossing and turning in attempts to fall asleep, Igor suddenly remembered a bearded joke about a man to whom his wife had put a used condom in her anus. "I have no more friends" - Igor shook with pent hysterical laughter. “And if you punish the mother too? For her ... fuckin '”- Igorek was sweating. After lying for another hour, in vain attempts to abandon the insane venture, he quietly got up, trembling all over, went to the dress and, pulling out the condoms, in the light of the phone chose one filled with sperm. Going to the sleeping mother, he looked at her, holding a condom in his outstretched hand, the excitement overwhelmed him, and the riser was such that it seemed that now the member would tear off and fall to the floor with a bang, waking her up.
Igorek gently pushed the sheets from his mother, exposing her whitening ass. “Where to shove?” He thought startledly, his head was spinning and his heart was beating deafeningly. He gently touched the cool body with a trembling, sweaty hand and immediately withdrew.
He stood in indecision, then, putting the condom on the bare female thigh, decisively spread the mother's buttocks, groping the wrinkled sphincter tubercle in a small depression. Reaching a dense circle with the index finger, tried to push the finger inside and could not, the hole was tightly compressed. “This is not an option, not to hammer it in with a hammer,” thought Igor and, dropping to his knees, reached into the crotch of his hand, feeling the dense curled pile. Feeling the gap in the thick hair, he began to knead it with his fingers, trying to find an entrance.
Igorek was all wet, in despair, he crawled through the female perineum with a wet wad of condom who did not want to slip inside. Finally he got up, carefully covered the mother with the sheets, walked over to the dress and put the condom back in the dawn dawn, noting that there was almost no sperm in it.
After sleeping a couple of hours, Igor went to the store, and returning back, he saw that the mother, standing by the window and spreading her legs wide, was carefully examining herself between her legs. Hearing Igor, she quickly grabbed the sheets, wrapped her wide hips and silently went to the toilet, sniffing palms in passing. Immediately the shower turned on, and when, after half an hour, Igor, having asked for urinate, saw his mother, standing in the shower, violently rubbing a washcloth between her legs, leaning her wide ass into a cloudy glass.
After this incident, the mother’s nocturnal trips stopped and the days left until departure, they spent their time, as it should be for their mother and son - bathed, rested, sunbathed. Finally, the last holiday week flew by. Often the father called, the mother talked to him muffled, only fragments of phrases like “everything is alright with us”, “missed” were heard from her son, and she never gave up the phone to Igorku.
Already sitting in the train in the direction of the house and settling down in the absence of fellow travelers on the lower shelves, the mother looked her son in the eyes and said firmly: “Remember, please ... everything I did here was necessary for me, for dad, ... and for you. This will help us save the marriage, be together for a long time ... do you understand? ”. And although Igorek suspected that during the time that she was jumping on someone else's members, it was possible to dash from resort to house freely, he chose not to anger his mother, limiting himself with a nod of his head and muttering like “yes, that is understandable ... ".
At home, feeling the embrace of his father, he said in a firm voice, “Everything was great, Dad. We were swimming, sunbathing and had a great time. ” “Well and good,” said the father. Igorek came out feeling his mother’s gaze.
Later, listening to the moans in the parents' bedroom, wondering at the acting of his mother, depicting a passion for her husband after a long “abstinence”, but in fact she sat on the male member at the fiftieth jubilee time in the last two weeks, Igor felt that he did the right thing without telling his father, although the logic of the mother that the resort blyadstvo strengthens the marriage, he did not understand.
That year, August was terribly hot, and the mother, who had not been particularly embarrassed by her relatives before, quietly paced around the house in ordinary white shorts and a bra, or even the last.
Once it got to the point that the father could not stand it and muttered “Light, well, you have a conscience,” he pointed to Igor, who was sitting opposite, that the mother waved away and continued watching the show as if nothing had happened. Soaps were my mom's passion. Russian, Brazilian, English - mother loved them all, giving them almost all the free time from work and household chores. Igorek, on the sly, watched sweat slowly running down his succulent body, punching the tracks between shamelessly hanging boobs, collecting and dripping from the bulging nipples onto the stomach, from where it flowed into panties, standing out from the crotch.
The mother has long closed the door to the bath only on the biggest cases, and then once Igor found her naked sitting on the toilet with a book in her hand ... "go to the bath if you want a little, I have constipation," she said calmly and continued read, bent on a push and with elbows on his knees. Igorek urinated into the bathroom, discreetly glancing in the mirror - there the mother was reflected in all her glory.
At night in a dream, he treated his mother for constipation for a long time - stretching his trembling buttocks all the way up, hollowed up a swollen anus with a rearing member until his mother pushed him away, covering his shabby ass. “Otherwise, I will soon walk under me,” she said reproachfully.
Igorek woke up in sweat, but with an incredible riser.
Subsequently, such dreams were repeated more and more often, different according to the scenario, but always with the same ending - through the tortured holes the mother pumped his sperm to the state of an inflatable doll - the belly swelled like a drum, the boobs swelled to the seventh size and almost burst from the effort, and protruded through huge brown halo nipples with hiss smelled odorous semen.
Igorek did not know what these vivid dreams meant, and he could not find an explanation for such a dream in any dream book.
The end of the second part.