Anya pulled me by the hand and galloped with impatience. She looked like a little girl who finally pulled her parents to a circus and was burned with impatience. However, she was positively distinguished from the girl by a yellow, tight-fitting dress, emphasizing rather than hiding rounded shapes. I often admired, jealous of myself, her ass - outlines of tight buttocks appeared under this short dress, and the length did not allow the girl to either bend over or sit down without revealing her panties to anyone. I will say right away, without a dress, I did not see her body, although there is no doubt that her tummy is flat and her chest is a confident three-piece. A naive girl, it seems, did not know what kind of wealth she was endowed by nature. And I was in no hurry to open her eyes - this young eighteen-year-old person, by the way, is 11 years younger than me, I had serious, far-reaching plans.

At the entrance, Anya, overflowing with emotions, repeated once again: “Mother - Elena Vladimirovna, father - Stanislav Sergeevich. And don't worry, they are simple people! ”. She firmly hugged my neck and pressed my lips. Deep kiss away from prying eyes - perhaps the most that she could decide alone with a man. Well, if only to endure the cheeky hand in his ass. But I do not press, do not rush things, and in general, I would not be surprised if it is still virgin.

Anna climbed the dark stairs of the old five-story building, going through high-heeled shoes on each step, unwittingly, she allowed me to slowly enjoy the view of her ass shaking roundness under a thin cloth. Every now and then I hoped to see at least the color of the panties, incoherently responding to her cheerful twitter. The performance ended on the 4th floor, the light from the open door of the apartment illuminated the landing.

Here, this is Sergey, he is my boyfriend, - worried more than Anya had planned, - and this is my mother - Elena Vladimirovna and ... and where is my father?

Dad was called to work, they had an accident on the line. You pass, do not hesitate, we are simple people - Elena Vladimirovna continued in a hospitable, but unnaturally polite voice.

It should be said, with the natural light in the room, I realized what the power of genetics is and to whom Anka is so beautiful. Her mother is about 40 years old, but they look almost the same, it is difficult to understand right away, they are sisters or ... Sports fitting breeches and a topic - she probably has to keep fit with fitness, but it's still worth it.

I sat in a soft recliner, while the women, no, rather the girls were whispering in the kitchen, clinking dishes. In the light-colored room of the old treshka there was an old wall with dishes and books, a TV and a sofa with armchairs, and on the walls were several frames with family photos.

The coffee table between the chair and the sofa at the time was covered and my mother and daughter sat opposite me in impatience. A daughter, proud to introduce my mother to me, and a mother with a dumb question: why is she so old?

However, the tension was not felt and I gladly devoured the cake, washing it down with coffee, while Anya chirped incessantly, praising me, my mother seemed to change her mind. In a more benevolent tone, she asked me unobtrusive questions and the conversation turned into a new channel.

Oh, and let's see the old album, I'm small there! - Anya was delighted with her idea.

She rolled back the table and childishly jerked to the wall, where she tiptoed to the upper mezzanine. So expected by me on the staircase happened at such an inopportune moment. I am sure that my mother will not approve of my lustful eyes, but I could not let go of how the dress rode up and exposed the lower parts of tight buttocks and blue modest panties.

Maaam, where is the album? Here it is not! - Offended by an unexpected ambush, the girl changed her tone.

Mom got up from the couch and, making sure that there was no album, confidently walked over to the TV, she sank to the floor and began to rummage through the TV bedside table. To reach deep into, she got on all fours and rested her left hand on the floor, looking for an album among the masses of junk. Jeans helped me to hide a hardening body from those present - the mother's ass was not only not inferior to her daughter, she was more feminine and fluffy. The woman probably didn’t specifically hurry to find the album, she twisted her back in a business-like manner, while her daughter waited for the album, and I enjoyed the view. Sporty legs with taut calves and boneless hips and soft big buttocks were covered with elastic tights.

Once again, the session of admiring was completed and the women called me to sit on the sofa. An old album lay on my feet, and Anna, standing on the right, turned over the pages and enthusiastically commented on each shot. I, of course, poddakivat and brilliantly admired, until I froze from an unexpected touch to the left. Elena sat close to me on the left, her leg pressed against mine, and her head approached the album, an unfamiliar pleasant smell came to me. All this time, I automatically assented to Anya and felt Lena’s hand, which imperceptibly drove me through my hair, pleasantly massaging my head with my fingertips. It is impossible to escape from such captivity.

Anka, go and put the kettle on, sit in the kitchen, ”mother said mummy, when the pictures ran out.

Anya obediently went to the kitchen with dirty cups and as soon as she disappeared behind the door, my mother ran her hand over my thigh, got up from the divpa and carried the album back to the TV, promising to continue the show. Lena was slowly spinning her booty and bending her back in front of the TV showed her backside, slowly sank down without bending her knees and put down this damn album. It would be superfluous to say that Lena’s presentation in the immediate vicinity of Ani caused a crazy erection. I do not know how to get up and go to the kitchen, leaving the mound unnoticed. Mom first came out of the room, I followed her through the corridor, she abruptly stood in the door of the kitchen so that I buried myself in ...

And here we are, docha, boil the kettle?

Anya fussed around the table. And I felt Lena's buttocks, waited for her to go into the kitchen. Having laid the table, Anya sat down on the cracks of the sofa corner by the window closer to the stove and motioned me to sit down too. I sat down on the other side and put my elbows on the table. While Anna was sitting pouring boiling water into cups, my mother decided to crawl into the middle. She came close to me and without giving me the opportunity to stand, she began to crawl between me and the table, which in no way weakened my erection.

The topics for conversation came to an end, but I still could not get up from the table, not taken aback. Lena was already openly running her hand over my hip, hiding at the table from the eyes of her daughter. While Anya defiantly laughing told the story that happened at the university, her mother gently stroked my leg, occasionally touching the mound. Thick denim prevented the predator from grabbing the prey. In support of her daughter, the mother squeezed my leg to the pain, and I could not stop her without asking any questions from Anya. So my will struggled against the temptations of the peak lady, until at last the phone rang in the room and Lena, having necessarily pressed her ass against me, had not rushed from the table.

Docha, dad calls, he will come soon, we wait for him?

And he asks, did you visit aunt Katya today? - shouted from the room mom.

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Daddy is coming soon, you will see how cool he is!

Maam, my father, of course, we will wait, but I’ll run to Aunt Katya, I’ll just have time to go to the pharmacy and see her dad's parish - my daughter also screamed through the walls.

Baby, you wait? Tell me something for my mother, for now I’ll run to help my father's sister — she is after the operation, and I will come to my father’s parish. I'm so glad, well done dad, that I was able to free myself! - Anka was in seventh heaven.

She pressed herself to me with her whole body, squeezed tightly in her arms and passionately whispered in her ear that she would love me and would not give it to anyone. She wrote off a non-falling bump, if she noticed him at all.

With the slam of the door, not knowing how to behave, I preferred to return to the living room and wait in the chair in front of the TV. The situation was not simple ...