- And that hatched? You do not see, I write.
- I see. I'm stopping you?
- And if I poop?
- But you do not cocoa, lousy. I am thirsty.
- There is also a tap in the kitchen. There would have drunk.
- I like it here more.
In the kitchen, you need to wait a long time for warm water to drain. In the bath quickly drains. I leaned over the sink, I drink. Sister does not get up from the toilet. I hardened, or what? Or is it stuck? I drank and on the way out. Sister slowed down
- Wan, and I saw Sonia my aunt Grunya. - Aunt Grunya, our neighbor, the seller works in the shop. - She said that the new product was delivered.
He grunted. Eka nevidal - the goods are delivered. He is constantly being imported. So what? Voiced this thought Mashke. Our parents did not particularly bother to call us in the folk style: Masha and Roly. Normal names. My so generally sounds cool - Ivan Ivanovich. It is a pity that not Ivanov. Would Vanya in the cube. Mashka in response to my remark twisted her attractive face.
- Nuuu Vaaan ... - Everything, now begin to moan. And where am I, brother eldest to go? - There you know what clothes were delivered?
For women, without a doubt, beautiful lingerie is everything. It doesn’t matter that the man is primarily interested not in the lingerie itself, but in that under it. But then stretched on the ass beautiful panties and happy to disgrace. Yes, and titkin house to be beautiful and comfortable. And pull it all day harness. Uma umeshsya. Well, when tits like Masha, the second size. And if you take, for example, the maternal, fifth numbers? BUT? That's it. And yet I decided to tease Masha.
- Mash, and what am I doing here? You are underwear, not me. Well, go and see.
- Well, Vanya! - Oh, what seriousness in the voice cut. - What will I buy, a beggar student?
That's for sure. What is the scholarship that Mashke gives in techie? In addition, for her to get more need to try. Okay brother helps with homework, and so would have been a blockage.
Sister stretched hands in my direction in a derogatory gesture
- Vanechka, brother, come closer to me. - Stepped very close - Vanya, I'm not just like that.
Masha pulled off my shorts. I don’t wear pants at home, so I didn’t have to take off the extra. Taking a member in her hand, she raised her head, looking into her eyes, stroking her head with her finger, trying to push the cleft with her finger. Making sure that the member was filled with force, stood up, opened her mouth. Manka put his hands on his head, helping to move rhythmically. After some time, the sister broke away from her occupation, pushed me away.
- You are sly, Vanya. And I? I also want to finish.
He caught Mashka's armpits, raised, turned his back to himself and pushed him in the back, tilting him. Mashka giggled.
“Let me clean it up.” I pressed the water drain button, bent over my back, lifting my butt. - Wan, just do not stop there. Okay? And do not stop me forward.
Yes, when was it? Is that before, when they were just starting. And now I can hold out until the woman finishes. Mashka podmahivala, moaning, enjoying the process. My nasty little sister. Small, but ill-tempered. As the first time I tried, I liked it right away. This is how old I sis fuck? Oooo! But less than mother. It just so happened that mother and sister became permanent lovers. Let Larisa Guzeeva say that the lover of the toilet type, where they run to drain the excess sperm, is not so with us. Giving - you take. Besides fucking for health, as mom says, there are feelings. Otherwise this business would not bring any joy. Indeed, it would be as if I went to the toilet.
Feeling that now finish, because there is no need to hold back, Manka shot out, pulled out the head and slightly pressed her sister in the ass. From the very edge. She angrily grumbled something, waited and waited until her priest took all the sperm. Freed from the tenacious grip of my hands, sat on the toilet, zabukhtela
- Well, now pull out all. - Immediately zatarahtela booty. - Could there and not finish.
- And where to?
- On the ass. Or on the back. Yes, you and to the head would finish. Wash yourself and go away, seducer.
Shook his face in front of Mashkin.
- Mash, will you lick?
- After assholes? - Mashka snorted with displeasure. - Dura, or what?
Shrugged.
- Well as you know. I'll wash it under the tap. And you do not sit around, send your clothes to watch.
Mashka screamed, instantly flew off the toilet and landed in the bath. Zataratora something patter, quickly rinsed the crotch, wiped and forward I flew to the room. We have been sharing a room for two since childhood. Small house. With the mother decided that we will build on the second floor. Why with mother? Because the mother is in fact the head of the family, and the father is nominal. They are different both in constitution and character. In the village, because of their similarity to film actors, they were called: Artists. His father, his small, even small stature, was similar to Stanislav Brondukov. Even in the face was something similar. Mother was like Lydia Fedoseyev, who was also Shukshin. And the name is the same - Lydia Egorovna. Tall, almost a head taller than his father, dense, fair-haired, with a strong-willed facial expression. And the character is more masculine than feminine. Yes, with such a husband learn to be independent. Dad and in his youth did not miss the opportunity to leave, but while I served urgent, I was completely drunk. When the husband loses his head from the love of vodka, the family hangs on the shoulders of his wife. And thank all gods that these shoulders were so strong. The children of our parents, that is, Masha and I, went into them. Only divided. Masha's father: small, tongue-tied, but very pretty. And I got maternal genes. Fortunately not Cheburashka. Rather, even from his grandfather everything passed. Father, moreover, that he began specifically to be drunk, became impotent. Complete. I do not know how my mother decided, but after two weeks, as I returned from work, she came to me. Masha was not at home. She, after successfully passing the session, went to the granny. Father, according to his custom, slept in the summer kitchen, reveling in the trash. I was lying, watching TV in the hall. Mother passed by several times from her bedroom into the kitchen, then into the bath. Once again, stopped, sat on the edge of the sofa
- Wan, son, you can think anything about me, you can consider me a rubbish, a fallen woman, a whore, only my strength is no more. Vanya, son, listen to me, do not interrupt, while I plucked up courage. Vanya, you know that your father as a man can not do anything. I have not tried a peasant for more than a year. Vanya, my dear, well, I don’t want to be a bed of country, go under all sorts of different things. You can condemn me, just understand before you judge. In short, Vanya, I decided. I want to be your mistress.
And stopped, looking into my eyes, waiting for a decision. And such anguish, such hopelessness in the eyes, such suffering. Not small, I understand what it is to decide to confess to my son that he wants to surrender to him, to become his mistress, his woman. Silent And I am silent. Also do not dare at once. Especially since the words heard, but in my head, they still do not fit. Mother got up, about to leave. Tears hung in the corners of the eyes. Stretched out his arms
- Ma, mommy, honey, come to me.
I would not believe how quickly the expression of a person can change. From hopelessness to joy.
- Vanya, Vanechka, son! I will be gentle, loyal, affectionate! Vanya, do not hurt me, son!
Hastily pulls off her nightie, confused in the folds of fabric. I got up, helped by pulling up. She raised her hands, helping me cope with a shirt. Freed from her clothes, she pulled off my underpants. And we stood in the middle of the room. She is naked, I'm in knee-length shorts. And kissed. Kissing, hastily turning over his lips, eyes, cheeks, lips. And then my mother just slowly sank down on the couch, pulling me along. And that's all. Literally in a minute, maybe a little less, she screamed, arching and becoming almost on the bridge, pressing me to her hands, leaving traces of nails on her body, stopped. Having a rest, I began to help me, moving my booty. Finished again, until I let it down. What is your impression? The best. Not only do you have a woman, this is also your mother. And few people dreamed of having sex with their mother. After all, mother is an ideal, constantly facing the eyes of children. And this ideal lies under you, relaxedly spreading over a soft body, kisses you, strokes. And you have not left her bosom, you have not passed the excitement. And not having time to pass, it grows again, the member swells, it becomes hard and you see surprise in my mother's eyes, then admiration. From the height of her life experience, she realizes that it was she, her body that caused such arousal of her son. And again he willingly embraces you with strong legs, presses pubis against pubis, striving for the closest contact, groans from pleasure, taking in a member of his son. A member who was a little pussy that she kissed so many times that she examined when her boy was growing up, trying to prevent any developmental disabilities. After all, for boys it is so important. She waited until the boy finished again, lay relaxed, her leg thrown over his stomach, feeling a strong young body, playing with a limp member with his hand, without risking to let him go for a moment, fearing that it was just a delusion that just let go and everything one moment will disappear, shatter like smoke. And at the same time I felt inside myself the emptiness, which remained after many months of tension, after many days of aching pain in the lower abdomen. And so pleasantly she ached and rubbed itchied almost to the callus pussy. Precisely that pussy, for so many times a gruesome male huya who has eaten enough. And she was not ashamed that she did this to her son. She did not care from a high bell tower on the opinion of one and all. She was good. She was very well. She felt within her male seed. The seed of her son. It flowed down the thighs, snotty them, dried on them and it was so nice. She remembered the feeling of raspiraniya when the son rammed her pussy, reaching for the uterus,
pirating into her soft and at the same time elastic head, and it was so nice that she could not hold back her feelings and howled in different voices. She did not care that anyone could hear it. She was good. She lost count how many times she finished. The first strong orgasm was followed by a second, equally strong, then a third, and then it shook over and over again and it was so pleasant, so exciting that at some point she lost control of her mind and, so it seemed, just turned off for a while . And now she laid her head on her son's chest, heard his heartbeat, felt her strong, wide chest rise and fall from breathing, as his lungs fill with air. Her lips involuntarily began to kiss that breast, her tongue caressed her nipples. Let not lie that men have nipples less responsive to affection than women. Down below, kissing the belly. She licked the navel's hollow, sank down to the pubis, inhaling the smell of sperm and its secretions coming from the stuck together hair, licked the head. At first, timidly, then more resolutely, and now she was already sucking dick of her son. Sucked what gave her bliss. And when a member responded to affection, - God! How much strength in my son! - Saddled him. Let the boy rest. And he stretched his arms, caught the heavy breasts, pulled to himself and began to kiss the nipples.
From that day my mother and I began to live openly. Father did not say a word. Only Masha snorted, a trifle skinny. And at some point, my mother and I stipulated that if her brother Vanya did not deprive her of her virginity, she would not live with her as with her mother, she would get better, throw herself under the train (we didn’t get close to them), and everything else. Educational measures in the form of whipping belt gave nothing. Well, yes, I flogged. Holding his head between his legs, pulling off his underpants, flogged with his army belt. Having roared and calmed down, Manka, here's a bitch, stated that now, after what I had done to her, sticking out and seeing her bare ass, I simply had to fulfill her desire. Otherwise, she ... What this check-out is capable of, we knew. Masha was capable of anything. The only thing she insisted her mother on is that this whole process will be in her presence. Scrawny we Masha, small, and I have a unit of decent size. And soon, having made it a more or less festive event, because you don't lose your virginity every day, bringing Mashka with caress to a semi-conscious state (and I learned these cares with an urgent, but a separate story), smearing the pussy with a special lubricant bought by the mother, broke Mashka's hair . Mom was sitting at the headboard, stroking her daughter's head and whispering something sedative, but I caressed the entrance with my head so that my sister could feel her, got used to it. He entered several times, bringing it all the way to the hymen. Masha froze, cowering in anticipation of pain, but I relaxed my pressure, starting to play again. At some point, when my sister stopped pinched, having become accustomed to periodic pressure, she relaxed, entered abruptly, overcoming an obstacle. Mashka oyknula. In my life it was the first virgin. After dropping sister in the pussy, completing the process, pulled the dick. The blood was surprisingly small. Mom said it was ok. And she led her sister to wash. So I got a second mistress. Forces enough for both. Moreover, the mother, initially insatiable, became much calmer and she missed a couple of times a week. And she herself called me to her when desire arose. We just agreed. She used to say
- Son, let's go, love.
And Masha was ready to expose her pussy at least several times a day. Anytime, anywhere, in any position. Mother said that, apparently, this is our generic. She told that at one time our grandfather, her father, deprived her of her virginity and lived with her until she married our father. Yes, and after, as I came to visit the parental house, I threw down my daughter. To the question: What about grandma? - Mom answered: Nothing. She at that time in the female part could not do anything. So keep silent.
Mashka was changing clothes. More precisely, she wore clothes, because only her T-shirt was out of her clothes, which she privatized her brother without any hesitation. Do not be embarrassed, but why be embarrassed if we are lovers, pulled on her panties, jumped, pulling them so that the middle one separated the labia with a cheesecake. Next is the bra, jersey and skirt.
- I'm ready.
- It is cold outside. Put on your windbreaker.
Masha waved her hand.
- I told someone? You will. - I obeyed. - You, durynde, still give birth and feed the child.
Mashka had to flog belt a couple of times. One time the crap did not come out, but after the second through the ass a little mind fell into my head. At least it was enough to understand that it is better to obey the first time. Especially because when I ran with a complaint about my brother to my mother, she asked her son to add some sneak and from her. And soon we opened the door of the store. There were no buyers. Aunt Grunya, having learned what reason brought us here, closed the doors, hanging up the “Technical break” sign. And pulled out of some corners what was necessary Mashka. It was really awesome. Only by presenting this on Mashkin ass, sensed excitement. I will ask my sister to put it on in turns and then I will tear her into all holes. Well, yes, Mashkin priest was quite normal and friendly. In addition, the sister liked when she had something from the other side. Mother from fucking in the ass did not finish, but Masha just squirmed from orgasms. Mashka set aside set by set, looking at me, waiting for the command “Stop!” And this team did, otherwise my sister would have scooped everything up. And so grabbed enough.
- Masha, do you know mother's size? She would also not hurt to make a gift. She's beautiful here, so worthy of such beauty.
Aunt Grunya smacked her tongue
- Roly, what are you caring. It is a pity that my Lyudka married jumped out. What a son-in-law would be. Wait, I'm in store for Lida. Here, look at this.
Mashka weighed jaw. If her clothes were beautiful, then it was beautiful. Aunt Grunya took our shock for doubt.
- Wan, Masha, take it, take it, just its size. Do not add up.
- Yes, we do not suck, Aunt Grunya. Size how to find out?
Aunt Grunya laughed
- And where Lidka buys panties. And the bras? Not at me? So I forgot her size? Take it.
- Aunt Grun, then we would have a few more panties and bras. Not one set to take.
- Wan, so this is the way out. (someone will climb under the clothes of the mother to consider this underwear) And for each day, take into account the raznoboyku. Do you take panty pants? And then I have women teasing. So I first neighbors.
Yeah. The very generosity. Then for this kindness will have to work. Well, yes it is worth it. Looked at Masha. She bit her little lips, wonders if her brother has enough money for everything. And will she have to sacrifice something from her choice in favor of the mother. Affiliated feeling overpowered greed. Mashka started putting clothes aside, checking the underpants for light, stretching them out, almost sniffing and not trying to taste. And what's the catch here? Coped. Purchase significantly hit the wallet. But it is not a pity, it is worth looking at Mashkin's happy face.
At home, my sister grabbed to try on. But horseradish bald. Selected purchase. Mashka frowned.
- Mash, estimate how fun it will be when you and your mom start trying on. Well? And here my father and I are connoisseurs of the beautiful.
Masha snorted, laughed.
- Is he a connoisseur? You would buy a bottle, so he would appreciate. And cowards ... Yes, they are up to him.
- Damn. Will sit and watch.
In the evening, the girls staged a fashion show. Entering the bedroom, they changed their clothes and walked out of there with a gait of a model on the catwalk. Mashkin's face could not look at all, and so everything is clear. But for the happy expression of my mother's face could give a lot. Father watched with indifference. My pants were bursting, so great was the desire to rip this linen from the mother and sister, put them next to the crab and tear off properly. We tried several times. Starts Extremely gets. The women were excited too, so my desire will most likely be fulfilled tonight in full. Well, Mashkin ass and mamkin pussy, hold on! Or maybe Mashka will give Bate first. She out of pity sometimes gives him. Lick. Mother, when she found out for the first time, got angry, had to persuade.
- Ma, what are you? Well, let polizhet. All alone is not capable of anything else. And at least remember, what a woman smells. From Masha will lose, or what? Or jealous?
Mother calmed down. At first, her face smoothed out, then a smile appeared on him, then she laughed out loud, holding her stomach.
- Oh, son, laugh! I can not! I can imagine how this small dog lick bitch bitch, but can not do anything. Yes, let him lick. Son, what if I let him lick? Do not be offended?
- Mom, what are you? Give. The husband is not a stranger.
- Exactly what a stranger. You are my family, and he is a stranger.
Measuring all purchases, mom waved her hand
- It would be necessary to wash!
As soon as his father came to life. Such a sweet word. How his eyes shone. As he began to swallow the saliva that filled his mouth. How little man needs for happiness.
My father went to the summer kitchen, taking with him a bottle with the remnants of vodka, which, under the disapproving gaze of my mother, I thrust at him. After seeing off the parent, the mother and sister put on the most beautiful linen sets and we went to my mother's bed. It is strong, wide and tested more than once. And I fulfilled my desire, admired for two priests. One full, dumb, the second small, compared with the first, but no less round and desirable. The pants were not removed, only shifted to the side of the interfering strip. The sister said that she wanted at first to get her socks dirty with their brother's sperm. Mom supported. The girls seemed to be crazy. All demanded and demanded. And when I didn’t have the strength left, and they, with all their efforts, could not reanimate the fighter’s hero who died in death, they had to work in the language. And with your fingers. But more language. Mom gave up first, pressing her cunt with the palm of her hand, pushed my head away, sending a maniac to carry out her maniacal tendencies with her sister. She herself lay down near the wall and smiled condescendingly, looking at the pranks of the children. And then, when we lay under her barrel on both sides, as if in childhood, she hugged us, covered us and even began to hum something. Under this lullaby we fell asleep happy and happy with our friendly family.
The girls did not take off their clothes.