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only underwear, nervously breaking fingers.

- I can not! - With tears in her voice she said, and noticed the door ajar.

- Exit all from the room and close the door! - Natalya resolutely entered the guys room.

Seeing with his own eyes a naked woman, his mother, Stas stared in surprise. Of course, he looked at porn on his mobile phone, and just videos in which girls and women undressed, showed all their charms, including close-ups. He saw both the vagina and the anus, the breasts, the pubic hair ... But what did he not see, but he had never seen it all in real life. It was not immediately realized to the young man that an absolutely naked woman had just passed in front of him, with hair between her legs, with bare breasts and the same bare buttocks, passed and stood beside her, whispering something in her daughter's ear.

- Leave us two! - again demanded the mother spoke, hugging her clenched Vika.

Stas hurriedly left the room, still pressing a glossy magazine with a car on the cover to his groin.

- Yes, you remove this magazine, let's go have a beer, - said the father with a smile, pulling his son into the kitchen.

As soon as the men finished their beer, Vika and Natalia appeared in the kitchen. Stas stared at the entrances, especially at his sister, as if she had got out of one of the many videos and jumped out of the screen of his mobile phone. Squeezing her head into her shoulders, with her face completely covered with crimson spots, the girl shyly covered her crotch with her palm, now and then raising her other hand, wanting to cover her chest.

- Everything is fine, my dear, will you have tea? - mother opened the door of the kitchen cabinet, taking out the cup.

Stas felt how his already tense cock, resolutely reached up. Most of all, he now wanted the girl to take her hands away, although his mother, who was just as naked and also very beautiful, was bustling in the kitchen without any embarrassment. The young man tried with all his strength not to stare at her crotch, covered with a thick pad of dark hair, when she turned to face her, placing cups on the table. In the end, he didn’t know how his father, who was standing next to him, would react to this, but Stas was sure of it, touched this very place with his fingers, probably licked his tongue and surely inserted his dick there. From these thoughts a member of the young man finally got up, what even more embarrassed the already embarrassed Stas.

But it was all a little earlier, but now, dear reader, let's return to the day from which we began our story.

In the evening, the whole family sat in front of the TV. All four were placed on the couch. Victor Sergeevich, with his legs wide apart, was sitting in the center, next to him, with his head resting on her husband's shoulder, Natalia sat down. Vika and Stas are located closer to the edge, at some distance from each other. The young man no longer covered his groin, Vika, too, the girl only occasionally wiped her sweaty palms on her bare thighs. As soon as the first credits ran across the TV screen, she resolutely got up from her seat.

“I am going to sleep,” she announced, going to leave the room, trying not to rush.

I went out into the corridor and reached the bathroom. She plopped down on the toilet, put her elbows on her knees and let out a trickle of urine. As soon as the first bursts were heard, a father appeared in the door jamb.

- Dad! - Vick threw her head up, the sound of flowing urine for a moment was interrupted.
- Yes, I only brush my teeth, - listening to the intermittent murmur, Victor squeezed a portion of paste onto the toothbrush.

A son appeared behind him, proving the necessity of this point of the apartment at a given time to everyone at once. Vika tore off a piece of toilet paper, got up a little, put her hand between her legs and hurried away, her brother barely managed to step aside.Stas went to the toilet and, as if nothing had happened, began to urinate, falling into the water, still yellow from the sister's urine, moving her hips, as if leisurely fucking an invisible beauty, and maybe Vika.

Natalia appeared. The bathroom was cramped, the three in it was clearly little space. The woman pushed back the translucent curtain, squeezed between the cabinet and her husband, pressing the latter’s buttocks with her hair in the lower abdomen, so attractive to him, raised her leg and climbed into the bath. Turned on the water, feeling the skin pleasant tingling. Sent a stream of water to the chest, relaxed the muscles of the perineum and simultaneously freed from the evening urine. Urine, in two tight trickles, mixed with water, flowed along two curls of female pubic hair, and fell down, with a murmur carried away into the drain hole.

The son and husband are gone, the family was getting ready for bedtime. Natalya fluttered her wet hair, looking at a small round glass that looked like a door peephole, hanging in the corner under the ceiling itself and blinking with a tiny green light. The woman turned off the water and squeezed out her hair. Getting out of the bath and quickly wiped with a towel, Natalia allowed herself to put on only slippers before heading to the matrimonial bedroom.

* * *

Ten days before the events described above.

Natalia energetically thrust a member into her mouth, working diligently with her hand, tongue and lips. A bedside lamp illuminated Victor's face, expressing the highest degree of bliss and pleasure.

“Tickle the eggs,” he moaned, stroking his wife's head.

The woman scraped the husband’s scrotum with her nails. Lying between Victor’s divorced legs, not letting go of his mouth, his wife rolled her eyes, looking at the blissful face of her husband. He sucked in her spittle and went over her lips all the way up, sticking her tongue out and swallowing the whole penis again.

“Now come on,” Victor raised himself on his elbows and spread his legs even wider.

Natalia knelt down and climbed forward, almost sitting on the belly of her second half. Having perched, she bent slightly back and stretched out her hand, feeling for the organ prepared for work in the twilight. Slyly smiling and lifting herself up a little, the woman jabbed the head of her penis into her anus, and Victor was always very strong from this. Licking her tongue over her lips and breathing heavily, the woman pressed a little harder, feeling with her sphincter such exciting and so forbidden sensations. But no, not daring to torment her spouse exhausted from passion, Natalya slightly moved her hand, groping the entrance to the vagina with her head. She lowered herself, swung her hair, taking the member to its full length, and vigorously pushed her hips, literally flattening her husband's buzzing eggs with her lush buttocks.

What could be more beautiful and sweeter than sex with a good, dear wife? What could be nicer as to realize, well, or in the extreme case, hope that only you have the right to fuck this native and such familiar cunt? Lick her tongue, touch her hands, as if for all other men in this very place hangs an invisible sign “Do not touch your hands and do not touch your penis!” I wonder how this sign would look like? On these very thoughts, Victor habitually ended. The wife let out a long breath, once again moved her hips and calmed down, slowly falling on her side, since the width of the bed allowed. Victor Sergeevich was pleased, despite his fifty dollars, again he did not lose face, having done everything at a fairly high level.

- May I smoke? - He asked, sitting down on the bed and stroking his wife’s buttocks wet with sweat.

After a well-done matrimonial duty, Victor allowed himself to smoke even in bed. Breathing heavily and wiping her wet forehead with her palm, Natalia nodded, looking at her husband with grateful eyes. A man struck a lighter and lay down next to a woman scattered on the bed.

“I wanted to talk to you seriously,” he began, deeply drawn.

Natalya turned her head sharply, it seemed to her that her hot and still wet 40-year-old pizdushka abruptly twisted into a knot and instantly dried out.Thoughts of children and nearly twenty years of life together flowed through his head in a heap.

“You are my silly fool,” Victor smiled, stretched and kissed his wife in the wet Read more →

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