in the eyes of a man, Olga Petrovna asked, - Klyueva and Sapogova?

- How do you know? - Sergey Anatolyevich was amazed.

“We have our sources,” the woman replied contemptuously. - Your buddies have passed you! A criminal case!

- Yes, she's lying! - Elena Nikolaevna intervened in the conversation.

“And against you, my dear, the same criminal case was initiated,” Olga Petrovna said coldly. - You unsuccessfully chose the place of your alleged rape. There are cameras around. Look here.

Olga Petrovna took out a smartphone, launched a video and put it under the nose of Sergey Anatolyevich's wife, who saw a black and white recording from a video surveillance camera. Several guys from the “Thunderbolts” football team approached a lonely woman very similar to Elena Nikolaevna. They talked about something at ease for a few minutes and went their separate ways.

“If you want your criminal cases to be closed, then you have to work, Elena Nikolayevna, with holes,” Olga Petrovna said almost tenderly. - Do you understand me?!

“Yes,” bleached Elena Nikolaevna breathed.

- We will give you money! - The man suggested.

- I do not need your money! - Olga Petrovna decisively refused. - You will answer me in full for the mockery of the guys under the guise of a physical ...

- How do you know?

—... and I will never forgive the mockery of Maria Valentinovna!

“You know that too?”

- I know everything! - Olga Petrovna stated categorically.

Hearing these words, Elena Nikolaevna turned pale even more, turned around and went to the kitchen. Her husband wanted to go after her, but Olga Petrovna stopped him.

- And you, Sergey Anatolyevich, stay and see how our boys fuck your little wife.

Olga Petrovna pointed to the chair. Sergey Anatolyevich obediently sat in a chair. The woman approached the open window and waved her hand. A few minutes later, seventeen players from the Thundermaker appeared in the room. Olga Petrovna wanted to go after Sergey Anatolyevich's wife, but the woman herself entered the room, spreading the aroma of expensive alcohol.

Olga Petrovna took the whistle in her mouth, as she usually did in training. There was a trill.

- Started the guys! - Olga Petrovna shouted cheerfully, heading for the front door.

The guys froze for a moment, and then, knocking each other down, rushed towards Elena Nikolaevna. Michael and Constantine were the first to run to the woman. They began eagerly crushing her breasts. The rest rushed after her and began to feel her belly, sides and hips.

- And you with them, my son? - Sergey Anatolyevich asked sadly Ruslan.

“Sorry, Dad, this is my team now,” Ruslan answered firmly.

Sergey and Ruslan, the son of Elena Nikolaevna, hesitated a little. Ruslan thought, but Sergei brought him out of this state, pushing to his mother.

Meanwhile, trembling with excitement hands, the guys tore off the woman's dress. But the woman did not long stand in underwear. While some guys were busy with the bra clasp, others - lowered lace panties, exposing the red triangle of hair in the lower abdomen. With unruly fingers, the guys unzipped the clasp, the bra fell to the floor. The guys who were out of work, whistling approvingly, looking at the juicy breasts with dark nipples facing the women in front of them. Though the breasts slightly hung down, they had a beautiful shape. Mikhail and Konstantin took their breasts in their palms and began to knead them. Alexander fell in between his legs and tongue pulling the clitoris. The rest is left only to squeeze and caress the stomach, thighs and buttocks. Elena Nikolaevna just smiled drunkenly, looking at the crush around her.

“Your turn,” the woman shouted and giggled foolishly.

- What? - almost simultaneously there were several voices.

- Guys, show me your dignity! - Elena Nikolayevna demanded, making a half step forward.

Alexander, who did not expect this, fell to the floor, but quickly found his way and pulled off his pants and t-shirt. The rest of the guys frantically began to take off their pants, shorts, shirts, T-shirts, throwing them in different directions.

Having noticed the naked Alexander lying, Elena Nikolaevna stepped over with one foot over the guy and sat on his hips. Alexander felt his penis penetrate into a hot and moist vagina, which is tightly clutching a member of the muscles. The woman jumped on the penis at a decent pace.

- Pancake! - Alexander groaned with pleasure.

Her breasts dangled up and down, but not for long. Zakhar was the first to realize putting a penis in her face. She willingly took it in her mouth. The rest of the guys huddled around the lady, stroking her back and stomach, squeezing the buttocks and breasts. Elena Nikolaevna, practically without looking, grabbed two members and began to masturbate them.

Sergey Anatolyevich sullenly watched his wife satisfy the guys. Soon, Alexander finished. He shook his whole body, releasing a jet of sperm in his pussy, and relaxed. Alexander lay on the floor with a happy smile. When his comrades realized that he had finished, they quickly pulled him out from under the woman. His place was taken by Zakhar. Elena Nikolaevna climbed on him and the races on the penis continued. Mikhail and Konstantin managed to shove their limbs together in the mouth of a woman who was still jerking the phalluses of Paul and Gennady.

Having passed a few more guys through her, Elena Nikolaevna decided to change her position. Perhaps the woman was more drunk than it seemed at first. She got up on all fours, otklyachiv ass. Sergey remembered how a few days ago he and his friends had been quietly considering this arrogant lady, dreaming of having it. Sticking the penis into Elena Nikolaevna's pussy, he suddenly realized that there was no other way to fuck her ass. Sergei took out a member, all in the juices of the ladies. Then he spread the two halves of a gorgeous ass. Using the juice of a woman as a lubricant, he smeared the sphincter.

The guys watched with envy as Sergei began to stuff the phallus into the tight sphincter ring. Elena Nikolaevna twitched her whole body and wailed, trying to get off her penis, but Sergei in the eyes of his comrades and her son insistently inserted his friend into a tight ring.

- No, do not, please! - cried the lady, feeling like a guy completely stuck the phallus in the anus. Sergey began to gently fuck juicy female ass. A few minutes later the woman relaxed.

- BUT! - Yelena Nikolaevna shouted, not from pain, but from pleasure.

Sergey began to move the member more intensively. Elena Nikolaevna no longer looked like an arrogant bitch. She herself sat ass on the penis. They finished together. The woman fell on her stomach, trying to recover.

Before Sergei managed to crawl away, Edward and Yuri took his place. They turned the woman on her back. Before she could even recover, Yuri drove the penis into the pussy and Edward into the mouth. Ruslan hesitantly approached his mother close. Sergei Anatolyevich twitched his left eye.

“Hot thing,” said Yura.

- Suck! Swallow deeper! - commanded Edward. - Come on, bitch, work!

- Podrachi, - ordered Boris.

Boris and Ruslan shoved their penises in her palm, which she began to masturbate. Elena Nikolaevna no longer realized that she was jerking a member of her own son.

As soon as Yuri finished, his place was taken by Ruslan. He lifted his mother's legs on his shoulders. The woman was lying on her back. Her eyes were closed. Taking the phallus with his right hand, Ruslan attached it between the labia and pressed. The head of the penis penetrated the hot and wet hole. His mother opened her eyes.

- Ruslanchik, what are you doing !? - Yelena Nikolaevna cried angrily. - Not!!!

Son's penis easily entered the mother's vagina at full length. Elena Nikolaevna began to wriggle frantically under her son, trying to shove him away. Her breasts shook.

- Not! Not! Not!!! - cried Elena Nikolaevna.

A member of his son rapidly moved into the vagina.Ignoring her protesting shouts, Ruslan fucked his mother, not at all embarrassed by his father and teammates. The tired guys watched as Ruslan's penis appeared and disappeared again in her mother's pussy. Ruslan was moving his hips more and more. Gradually, Elena Nikolaevna humbled herself and fell silent. Her face twisted. She bit her lip. Her body was covered in sweat. Soon the woman began to whine and moan softly. Ruslan began to squeeze her breasts.

- ABOUT! Oh! Oh! - Elena Nikolaevna moaned from pleasure.

- Well, how, - Ruslan croaked with satisfaction.

Sergey Anatolevich froze from helplessness and anger. He could not stop the guys who were actually raping his wife, and now he was forced to watch his son fuck his mother, furiously driving his penis into the vagina. Elena Nikolaevna moaned louder. Ruslan felt that his mother, as if by chance, began podmahivat him. He was breathing heavily. Gradually, the moans turned into screams, and her hips were already frankly moving towards her son's movements.

- Go on, son, - Elena Nikolaevna moaned, - do not stop!

Women's screams turned into a piercing scream. Mother and son groaned in unison.

- Oh God, Ruslan, as well! - the woman squealed.

- I'm finishing, - whispered Ruslan.

Ruslan quickly took out a member of my mother's slits, spewing several streams of sperm. Mom trembled, twitched and shook under him in convulsions. She has a stormy orgasm.

- Yyy !!! - inaudible Elena Nikolaevna yelled.

Sergey was amazed how much she did not look like that prim woman he had seen just a few days ago. Gradually, she calmed down and calmed down. Only sometimes did her arm or leg tremble spontaneously.

- Amazing! - with difficulty breathed woman.

Elena Nikolaevna is tired. She was faint-eyed with her legs wide apart. Washed boys naked lying on the floor near the woman. Unable to move, Ruslan also fell right on his mother. Soon there were a lot of guys lying around Elena Nikolaevna in different poses and with a blissful expression on their faces. Elena Nikolaevna with a happy smile and all in the semen of the guys lay in the center.

With a face twisted with anger, Sergey Anatolyevich rose from his chair, opened the front door wide and jumped out onto the street full of heat.