Now, lying on a beautiful woman fit for him in his mother, he also felt a growing sweetness in his whole body. A strong body in itself made reflex movements. Remaining a sober edge of the mind, he tried to control himself, so as not to ejaculate ahead of time.

After a while, Natalya Vladimirovna, too, began to float into the magical world of orgasmic experiences. Her eyes clouded, spontaneous convulsions ran through her body. Hands slid along the youthful back and elastic buttocks that had already been scratched, glaring at them with their nails. Deep, uneven, intermittent breathing with sighs and quiet moans made it clear that it inexorably approached the moment of paroxysm. Realizing that the partner is almost on the verge, she, holding her hand to stimulate the clitoris, whispered hotly:

- Just do not stop the pretty one ... Come on ... Come on! ... Come on! ... A little bit more Kostenka! A little bit more!..

The young man, concentrating and raising himself a little on his hands, began to drive the penis more vigorously, helping his partner to finish successfully. The white, thin-coated body of a mature lady shook with each stroke like a piece of brawn. Large breasts, which have already lost elasticity with age, flew up and fell again. In a quiet room, the creaking of a mattress, bodily flips, squishing of the vagina and the hot exclamations of a woman could be clearly heard.

- Mom, how good! ... How am I with you well boy! ... Push! Tokay stronger! ... Deeper! Deeper !! Deeper !!!

Natalia Vladimirovna began to cover her orgasm, and she was already in poor control of herself, sticking sharp fingernails into the back of a young man until blood. Convulsions ran through her body. A few more shocks and Kostya, no longer able to hold back, began to lower the entire stock of dense seed stored overnight. His victorious, unrestrained growl burst out through the open window. On the "Island of Desires" was not taken to restrain their emotions!

The two ladies of Balzac age, passing at that moment along the street, looked slyly at each other. Their clits, hidden by the hem of light dresses at that moment, received a sweet urge, trying to crawl out of their leather hoods. This morning, not yet fucked women, and dreamed of finding suitable partners to practice pastel games.

Lovers still lay about ten minutes, hugging and gently caressing each other.

- How are you and I are doing well Kostya. Really? - Natalya broke the silence.

- True Aunt Natasha. I like you too ...

“But I will fly home in two weeks.” You have to do it with other aunts! Will you miss me?

- Of course I will!

- Do not lie to me, please, young "Kazanova"! On the same day you will find another “mommy” to get under her skirt. Do you like a woman to be older?

- Yes, I like it ... And what?

- Yes, so nothing ... Just think how you all, then, after the service with the girls will you meet? If you like such "mommies" like me, 18 years older? How to create a family?

- So maybe for one and a half of the remaining year I still do not like it ...

- Listen! I have a good idea on this! You should definitely choose a bride with a beautiful mother-in-law. How do you like this sentence?

- I'll figure it out myself! - Kostya frowned.

Natalya Vladimirovna, like any woman, loved to blink men's heads, forcing them to answer tricky questions. But being a smart lady had a sense of proportion and immediately went back down.

- Come on I'm kidding! Do not be offended Kostya! Women love to talk nonsense ... After all, I only wish you well!

“I am not offended,” the young man answered in a less angry tone.

- Oh! What time is it? A quarter past nine already ?! - the woman startled, - I have a meeting with girlfriends at ten ... I was the first to shower!

- Run aunt Natasha. I'm still falling over.

- You will not be angry with me if I take a walk with Aunt Katya and Aunt Irina before lunch? You know, ladies need to gossip sometimes. Dresses to discuss ... you shalopai, how you perform your duties ... - she said already jumping up with pastels, as if apologizing.

- And I will go to breakfast first, and then I will meet with the guys. Let's call in general ...

- Phoned nice! - shouted a woman running away into the shower.

After half an hour, they left the cottage and, after kissing goodbye, went in different directions.

***

When Natalya Vladimirovna approached the meeting place, on a small platform located on the edge of a rock that hung over the water surface of the ocean, her friends were already in place. An experienced gaze could immediately determine that all three had been satisfied with their young people in the morning and now radiated that calm pleasure that all freshly baked women, who had time to shower and make up, radiate.

They met again in the plane, where they occupied the next seat. Having managed to talk a lot during the many hours of the flight, the women split up as friends, agreeing to keep in touch and exchange the numbers of their spa phones, because communication and discussion gossip is almost as important for women as breathing air. They called back every evening, and chattered, sharing their own and others' secrets, for at least an hour, or even one and a half.

Ekaterina Petrovna Lunina, who worked as a chief accountant in a large firm, was a tall brunette, with massive breasts and wide hips. But its main decoration was large black eyes that betrayed a strict, but slightly rustic face, a special mysterious femininity. In spite of her romantic image, typical of melodrama heroines, in which beautiful provincial women, by long failures, at last they become women’s happiness, this lady could show her temper! But now, having tasted all the charms of resort life, she internally relaxed and kinder. Her face acquired a peaceful expression, a smile played on her full lips. Every year, during the next vacation, she allowed herself expensive tours, then to Paris, then to South America, then to Japan, including living in good hotels, excursions, tastings in restaurants and other delights inaccessible to fans of Turkish beaches. Speaking frankly, all this was part of the image of a successful lady and did not bring her the desired satisfaction. Only on the “Island of Desires”, a woman finally felt that she had found rest, which she completely liked!

Now Ekaterina Petrovna went under the impression of exciting midnight dreams. When this night a young lover spread her legs, she suddenly clearly felt that it was her son Andrei who had perched on her mother. This woman probably never experienced such a bright orgasm in her life! And now, admiring the morning ocean, she once again indulged in this sweet and at the same time shameful experience, the root cause of which was one episode of her family life. Once, when their house was being renovated, mom and son were forced to spend the night in a single bed in a pastel. Her son at that time was already quite an adult young man. The first night, after lying a bit under his blanket, he then moved closer to her, hugging his mother. Catherine did not resist, although she felt that she was acting recklessly! She was so pleased to feel the body of a thin and muscular young man, his own son, who so tenderly embraced her, hugging her with his whole body.Under a nightie she put on pants just in case.

The end of such a close relationship came on the third night! That day, she was very tired at work and slept as they say without hind legs. Suddenly in the middle of the night, still not realizing that all this is not a dream, she felt that someone's thin fingers were examining her vagina, penetrating deeper and deeper into the pocket of her big, naturally giving birth pussy. From the terrible realization that it was her own son, penetrated her sacred place, little by little ... Read more →