I was seventeen when I first came to know the woman that was my mother Olga. Mother was thirty-seven and I want to say that she was a very beautiful brunette, with delicate features. Slightly below average height, chest third the size and beautiful legs. We lived in dormitories, in one room and from childhood I have not willingly seen her pereodevaetsya and even naked. Mother and father were divorced when I was little and being lonely, would often bring men home. The mother almost every weekend walking with friends in the restaurant and had to come home at night drunk with a man or with a girlfriend and two men. I woke up and pretended to be asleep, not willingly watching as the mother have on the sofa and girlfriend on the floor. Although they are always fucked without light, in the darkness, I saw its legs and listening to the quiet moans. Teenage hormones did their work, I quietly jerked off his baby penis, dreaming about the woman. Once again, Olga came later, an hour and a half I listened as the man fucked her, after he entered the convent. Olga fell asleep bare, I turned on the light and wanted to cover it, but the sight of a Mature woman with spread legs and cum on her pussy excited me to the limit. I stroked her Lyashko, she didn't react, I potres her and called trying to Wake. Making sure that she sleeps like a log I stroked her pussy. The blood pounded in his temples, to restrain myself, I could not. I entered two fingers into her pussy and slowly moved them. Put the dick slowly and was stunned by the juicy squelching pussy. The first time I came in about five minutes. Member was throbbing in the uterus that Olga moaned. I took it out and watched from the open holes flowed my sperm. Olga opened her eyes and turned over on her side and zaspel. After resting I decided to repeat. Turned her on her back. Fucked I now more boldly and zhostko, I didn't even care she sees me or not. Head rested against a uterus from which she began to quietly moan and podmahivat me, she spread legs widely and whispered more, more. This time I fucked for a long time, forty minutes no less, the mother was shaking and hugged me not opening a lot of eyes, her misty eyes looked through me, her eyes rolled and she uraniu legs went limp, releasing me from the embrace residing. Fifteen minutes I still fucked, trying cum. Olga had turned her head away and gently tried to throw me, but calmed down and just lay there, panting. I poured the remnants of sperm and quietly tears. Olga seems to have subsided. The next day, we talked as if neither of which was not. Maybe she really didn't recognize me, or forget it. And maybe pretended that nothing happened. I then tried to repeat it. This was my only first and not repeatable sex with her. That to forget is not possible.
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