I don’t understand how a father could throw a mother for the sake of a woman who didn't even stand close to her. When all this happened, I was in the army, and, having received from my mother a letter with such sad news, I seriously worried about her. She was a simple housewife, and she could hardly do anything outside the kitchen. Who would hire a forty-year-old woman with no education? Then I began to send her half of my salary. And it was right, otherwise I would most likely have dropped them on cards, booze and whores.
Sylvia - my mother was a very beautiful woman. I am sure that if mother only wanted, then she would easily become an actress or top model. But she preferred the role of wife and mother. And as a child, and when I became older, she surrounded me with care and affection. I loved my mother very much and wanted her to live as best she could.
Having demobilized, I returned to the States and was surprised to find that my mother lives in an expensive apartment on Park Avenue. For the pennies that I sent to her, she would never in her life be able to afford such a hut.
“You must have found a great job if you live in such a place,” I said.
“Yeah, lucky,” Mom replied, smiling a little.
She always cooked great, and in honor of my return gave a real feast. Any dish prepared by mom will be the food of the gods, compared with the army's zhrachka. During the meal, my mother presented me a detailed story about changes in our family, saying that she had heard nothing more about her father and that she had neither his address nor phone number. “I hope that I will never see him again,” she added.
Then my mother handed me a bank book.
“Son, it's all the money you sent me.” I didn’t send them back because I didn’t want to cheat on you. And I thought that you would have some pretty decent savings when you came back.
I completely ceased to understand anything.
- Mom, how have you lived all this time? Your apartment is probably worth a lot of money. Furniture alone seems to be worth more than our old home. You have clothes bought in an expensive store. No, I don't understand anything.
“Rest for a couple of days, and then I'll explain everything.” Until then, just accept it as it is.
Now my mother was even more beautiful than when I was taken to the army. I really could not tear my eyes from her. She, noticing that I was staring at the hollow between her breasts, smiled. Yes, not one healthy young guy, could not have overlooked the hollow between these beautiful hills. So, when I got into bed, my dick almost burst with excitement. Jerking, I imagined putting my mother between his breasts. And finished so hard that he saw the sky in diamonds.
The next day, in the evening, my mother warned me:
- Son, I'm leaving. Don't wait for me - I'll be back very late.
After the door slammed behind her, curiosity disassembled me, and looking into her bedroom, the only room she did not show me when she was introduced to the apartment, and was shocked to see the mirror ceiling, the huge bed, both sides, which also had two mirrors. Undressing and climbing onto the bed, I saw myself from three different angles. And when I started chasing the skin, I felt as if I had gotten into a group wank.
Mom came back in the morning when I was having breakfast, and she looked like a woman who was properly fucked. She sat across from me and began the story:
“Sooner or later, you still find out that I have become a prostitute.” Not the one that wanders down the street, I am a call girl. Most of my clients are wealthy people who can afford the best, and I am the best. I only have one or two clients per night. If the client lives alone, then I go to him, if married, to us. Except when his wife does not want to participate. Last night, I spent with one very rich married couple.
By the end of her story in my pants, everything literally rang with excitement.
“I practically didn’t sleep at night, so now I’ll go to sleep,” my mother said goodbye. - In the evening a guest will come to me. If you want, you can stay, we'll go straight to the bedroom. Sometimes I’m too noisy during sex, but I think it’s unlikely to hear anything in your room.
This news should probably have shocked me, but this did not happen. I myself suspected that the mother had become a prostitute. She could have been taken as a cook to some restaurant, but she still could not afford such a luxurious apartment.
Her evening visitor turned out to be a handsome gray-haired man of about sixty, who had a great tan and dazzling smile.
“This is my son,” my mother introduced me. - He has just returned from the army and lives with me until he finds a job.
And then I shook his hand, - a hand that, perhaps, a few minutes ago was fumbling at my mother's legs.
Having waited until they disappeared into my mother's bedroom, I went into the adjacent room, took the glass, put it to the wall and listened. Everything was perfectly audible, and my mother's moans, and slaps of one body on another. I could not stand it, I pulled out my strut and began to jerk off.
“Oh yes, how good,” she moaned. - Deeper, deeper ambush him. YES! WELL ME! OOOAH, A-A-A-AH, KO-O-ONCHA-A-A-Yu-Yu!
Accompanied by my mother's screams, I splashed onto the floor.
Pulling myself away, I, overwhelmed with guilt for spying on my mother, went to my room. And the next day went in search of work, but it turned out that in civilization everything that I was taught in the army was not required at all. And even worse, there was another economic crisis in the country, so it was impossible to find even the lowest paid place. Every new day brought me only disappointments; a month has passed, and I never found a job. And then my mother made me an offer that was impossible to refuse.
“Son, I earn enough so that we can live for both, but I know that you are too proud to live at my expense.” Some of my clients want you to watch us during sex. And they are ready to pay a lot of money to fuck me in front of you. Some people want to shoot our meetings with a video camera, and the recording quality will be much better if I had my own operator. You could do this, and still serve us drinks. Yes, in general, there are a lot of things that could be done. To help me.
I wanted to die to find out what was going on in her bedroom - the sounds that came from there only ignited my curiosity. But I did not want to show how much I was delighted with this proposal.
“Okay, mom,” I said after a short pause. - I will be glad to help you.
The first who decided to use my company was a sixty-year-old gentleman who had already come to his mother. She winked conspiratorially at me as they recovered to her bedroom. My heart pounded with excitement like crazy. About eighteen minutes later, a mother appeared in my room, with stockings and a belt. She looked awesome! Her boobs were even better than I imagined; slightly rounded tummy, gave mom, in my opinion, an additional charm. And long, slender legs almost knocked me out. I lost control, and right there the trousers cracked under the pressure of a rapidly gaining strength member. She saw my riser, but said nothing.
“He paid a hundred dollars for your presence.” Here they are - Mom shoved a brand-new crisp steward into my shirt pocket, and then took her hand and brought her to my room.
The old man, already naked, lounging on a bed, idly played with his instrument.
“Get comfortable,” he said, and, shaking with excitement, I sat down on a chair next to the bed.
Mom crawled between his widely spread legs and began to suck a soft cock.
“Your mother is fine, it turns out,” the man told me. - She is one of the best nipples in town. I get up with her faster than with any other whore.
Well, the flour was to see the hottest show in my life and not be able to distort the shutter.
“I can't decide what to do with it,” the old man shared his problem. - Let her continue to suck or maybe fuck her? Listen, man, I'll give you a twenty, if you decide for me.
He took a spade from the dressing table, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to me.
“I think you should fuck her,” I made a difficult choice.
A man threw his mother's legs on his shoulders and perched on her.
“Son, would you turn the mirror around so that you could see how I wind it?” - he asked.
I had to go to the mirror, curled up in order to hide the huge bulge on the pants a little.
- No, still slightly turn. Yes, so just great. Thank.
With one blow, he planted his mother on his stick, and began vigorously fucking her, driving the dick into the gap, from which I appeared in the white light twenty-two years ago.
“Oh, Harold, how great,” mum cooed. - You're so great fucking.
The old man knew for sure in this matter. He constantly changed the pace, depth and angle of attack. However, the mother was not born yesterday either, and with every push of Harold, she squeezed him more tightly with her long, covered stockings and legs. “Wonderful,” he moaned, “she’s so juicy that I won’t last long.”
And he began to hammer into his mother's pussy his weapon, like a jackhammer.
- - Oh, Harold, yes! Like this! Do not stop. I have almost finished, - my mother's beautiful face was twisted with lust. - KO O OCHA-A-A-Yu-Yu!
Harold laughed - he brought this whore to orgasm in front of her own son. When my mother's orgasm subsided, he pulled his club out of her and splashed an impressive stream of sperm on her belly and tits.
“Son, please take a towel and wipe me,” my mother asked.
I found a fluffy towel in the closet and wiped cum from her body.
“Over there, on your cheek,” Harold remarked.
Wiping the milk-white clot from the reddened cheek, I could not stand it and let it go. Mom and Harold laughed together when they saw the dark spot in my groin. Having finished putting my mother in order, I apologized and ran to the bathroom, and then to my room - to change clothes. Although I had just fucked off, the excitement did not leave me, and, afraid of missing something, I rushed into my mother's bedroom like a whirlwind.
After playing a bit with my mother's boobs, Harold asked her to suck him. Mom took his limp sausage in his mouth and set to work. It took her twenty minutes to get Harold up, and that much more before he finished in her mouth. Having swallowed “milk”, mom winked at me. More than twice, Harold didn’t have enough, and when he left, I asked my mother if she had really finished.
- Yes of course. Is it not visible? Sometimes it even scares me, and suddenly I am a nympho, because I love to fuck.
No matter how strong my impression of the first time as my mother's assistant was, all of these are flowers compared to what happened the next night. This time the client was a man, about her age, he also paid a hundred dollars for me to watch my mother's working days. After my mother gave me the money, she asked to wait a minute, and only then enter her bedroom. And when I appeared there, I saw her, kneeling, and sucking this man. His left hand rested on the back of her head, and her right hand he held out to me.
“My name is Ken,” he said. - And your mother sucks awesome.
Then my mother got up on her bed, on all fours, and Ken pulled out a twenty from her wallet and gave it to me.
- This is for the fact that you send my dick in her pussy - and, kneeling behind my mother, aimed his thick instrument at her crack.
I grabbed his cock from the bottom, slightly startled when I shoved the tip between shameful cups. Mildness on my mother's pussy tickled my hand.
“Go ahead,” I said, and Ken entered my mother in one gentle motion.
Although he was a member and more than Harold, but the old man acted much more skillfully, and Ken just tr-khalsya only for his own pleasure. However, my mother was soon forced through, and she behaved with him, just like Harold.
- See how your son got up? Said Ken. - I had great ideas - I will give him another hundred, and he will undress and jerk off, looking at us.
Mom replied that as I decide, so be it. Then I took the money from him and began to undress.
“Hey, the guy is well equipped,” said Ken, when I began working on hundreds. - Sylvia, you only see what his dick.
Mom stared at me with a completely reddish club with a glassy look. How great it was to mas-turbo in her eyes.
“Yes, that’s how it is, see how your son is chasing the skin,” Ken turned his mother over on his back and harassed her in the missionary position. “Okay, the thing is,” he said to me. “I’m about to finish, and if you lower it at the same time with me, I’ll give you another twenty.”
I myself was a close to an orgasm, and when Ken with a wild cry yanked the dick out of my mother and began to cum on her, I splashed a decent portion on my chest - this was one of my strongest orgasms.
What a blessing that Ken so wound up mom, because if he hadn’t been so excited, what happened afterwards might not have happened.
“Yes, well, and let your son down,” he said. - I have another thought, appeared. Sylvia, you can earn a hundred from above if you lick him.
Ma did not even hesitate.
“Show me the money,” she demanded. “And don't forget that you promised him a twenty, if he finishes with you.”
What was happening in the bedroom seemed to me like a dream — my mother knelt before me, and my still trembling member touched her big boobs.
She started from the chest, and crawled below, not missing a drop of her long tongue, and Ken, wide-mocking, stood next to us and jerked off.
“The hottest sight I've ever seen,” he commented on Mom’s actions, “Mother licks his own molofya from her son’s body. Damn, I was so wound up that I was ready for the second run.
Ken knelt behind her and looked at me.
- Which hole? - he asked. - In the ass or pussy? Twenty bucks for the answer.
And again I had to make a difficult choice.
“You already fucked her cunt,” I replied. - So now you can do another hole.
When his cock slid in her ass, my mother groaned.
Then Ken extended his hand and yanked my organ, which had not lost its firmness.
“Another hundred,” he suggested to his mother, “if you suck him off.”
Instead of answering, my swollen prick dived into a hot and wet mother's mouth. One move, and she took a whole dick. No whore so cool I do not suck. Mom was not exactly exaggerating when she said that she was the best.
“Lean down and look,” Ken said.
I looked through my mother's shoulder, and he pushed her buttocks even wider so that it was better to see how his thick member walks "back and forth" in her mother's ass.
“She takes all my seven inches,” he boasted, and as proof, threw her at the very balls with one blow.
However, my curiosity also let me down. Seeing how Kena bluffs her adorable Mami-well ass with her club, I could not stand it and filled her mouth with my hot cream.
“You must have let the hell out of a hell of a lot, even if such an experienced waffle player choked,” Ken laughed, then his face twisted, he pulled out his penis and finished his mom on the buttocks. When it was all over, he offered me another hundred, because I would lick my mother in front and behind — that was the easiest money I ever earned. While I was following his instructions, I brought myself to orgasm once more.
A few days later, my mother came to me with an absolutely incredible offer.
- Would you like to get a car? - she began from afar.
“I can't let you do this,” I replied, thinking that my mother wanted to give me such a present. - For the money that your customers, paying me, I can completely buy a car.
“I decided that you could earn enough money in one night to make it enough for a car.” I called eighteen of my richest clients and asked how much they would pay for participating in group sex, which starts with the fact that you fuck me for the first time. The smallest amount was - three thousand dollars, the largest itself - five thousand. Money means nothing to these people. We will be able to play out who will fuck me like a second, who wants to survive these amazing moments - to fuck a hole full of my son's sperm. What they just did not try, but it will be for them the most unforgettable experience in life. After the last of them ends, we will start all over again. I just want to participate in the group, and I will do it only for pleasure. And you can keep the money.
For a few minutes I was sitting speechless. I wanted to fuck her so much that I couldn't even think about anything else. The answer prompted me to a member. While mom set out her plan, it turned into a stone pillar.
- Well, ma, I'm in. Set the day.
Chapter 2
After that memorable blowjob, I tried to put our relationship on a permanent basis, but broke off. And when, a few days later, I rolled to my mother and demanded that the banquet be continued, she replied that she did not consider it correct, and took it into my mouth, because she had been paid for it. Nothing personal just business.
“Yes, I liked it,” said Mom, “but I think we will focus on business, and, besides, you better save your strength for tomorrow’s performance.”
As I said, mom offered eighteen of her richest clients to participate in group sex, which will start with the fact that I fuck mom. None of them refused, and everyone was willing to pay a lot of attendants for the opportunity to see my debut.
The closer the orgy was, the more I was nervous. I was afraid that I would not get up when there were so many people around me that I could pull it off ahead of time. And can I overcome the subconscious barrier regarding sex with my mother? In order not to suffer in vain, I tried to get all bad thoughts out of my head.
Mom hired a maid, a bartender and a professional cameraman, as each of the guests received a video of our party in the pod-rock. As many people were expected, it was decided to carry out the gruppeshnik in our spacious living room, where a huge bed was made especially for such a case.
Guests began to gather. The maid gave each new arrival a number, poured a glass of champagne and took the office to Mom, where mom dealt with her clients financial issues. And I was stuck in my room, waiting for me to be called.
Having undressed, I stretched out on the bed, it was difficult to keep my hands away from the slowly swelling member. I was afraid that if I would play with myself, I would be nervous and finish early. Through the door before me came the music, laughter, the sound of ice cubes in glasses. Suddenly the door to my room swung open and a stranger appeared on the threshold and said:
“So boy, go fuck your mom.”
I walked into the living room and saw that everything, including the attendants, was stripped naked. The men, tearing off their hands from the members, greeted me with applause. Mom was lying on the bed, legs spread apart, the clothes on her were only lace belt and stockings. Her burning eyes immediately stuck to my, dangling like a ship's mast, dick.
“Lick it before you put it in,” someone advised.
I, blushing like a tomato, pressed my face to my mother's bush between my legs. Her fluffy knoll smelled of lilac — my favorite smell. I ran my tongue over the swollen lips, and then licked a crack between them.
“Don't forget about the clitoris,” the same adviser reminded me, and I focused on the hard button.
Mom squeezed my hips head. Looking around, I saw that eighteen guests were slowly creeping, dripping with saliva, the operator stuck to the camera, and the maid, jerking two men at once, smiles broadly.
“Now suck her tits,” the same voice demanded.
Paying enough attention to my pussy, I lay down on my mother and squeezed one of her wonderful nipples with her lips.
- The last time he did this twenty-two years ago, - my mother's message caused a new applause.
Soon the nipples turned into two hard nipples aimed at the ceiling. But I was ready to suck delightful mother's milking for ages
“Well, now pull her on,” the counselor commanded, the rest mumbled their approval.
Trying to imagine that mom was just another fuck, I put my head in her honey pot. Men, pushing each other, tried to get up closer and consider the process in detail.
- HE HAS INSERTED IT! WRONG YOU CAN BE - INSERTED YOUR OWN MOTHER! - applause, approval shouts, whistling, it seemed, would never stop.
Mom groaned when my fat club entered it to the ground, and her soft belly plopped about mine. She grabbed my ass, and pulled me closer to her. And then I found out another reason for my mother's popularity - she had just an incredible cunt, which she masterly owned. None of the women I had fucked before had anything like that.
When I accelerated the pace of fucking, my mother screamed like mad:
- YES, STRONGER, EBI STRONGER-EE, GLU-U-UZHZHE-EE! Oh, oh, I'm ending!
And again, applause. “This is what I call the show,” someone said. “That bitch, cums when her own son blows her up.” I became so proud that I easily brought my mother to orgasm, that I was absolutely not ready for what happened the next moment. Mom turned over, and, being on me, rushed off at a gallop, words-but the heroine of westerns.
Mom fucked me for about twenty minutes before we finished. At this point, my dick completely plunged into her, and I stuck to one of her luxurious titek.
- Oh, FUCKING, I FINISH AGAIN! - She squealed, tightly squeezing my pussy squirting out the sperm hose, then, blocking the flow, then, again releasing it. Both I and Mom experienced an incredible orgasm of power.
I got down with a hard-breathing mother. A maid approached me, smiling sweetly, holding a vase full of boomers with the names of guests.
“That was awesome,” the maid said admiringly, “you don’t see that often.”
I put my hand in a vase, took out a piece of paper and read the name that was written there. The grinning winner wondered after his prize - to tear off the mother who was just fucked by her son. Licked a little bit of her gap, he climbed on my mother and put his stick in the pussy full of my sperm. When the winner moved in, the room was filled with a squish, published by her mother's pussy.
A smiling maid knelt down and took my slippery cock in her mouth. Soon I was ready for a new way, masturbated, patiently waiting for my turn. When one of the guests put my mother on cancer, he kindly invited me to use her mouth. When he was in her skillful mouth, the people around again began to applaud. And soon my mother received the second portion of my “milk”.
The orgy continued until the men exhausted completely. Most of them were in their forties, and they did not have my supply of strength. When they left, I fucked the maid, while the bartender and the operator fumbled with my mother in two bows. And the next day I bought a great car for grandmother earned last night. And all the time while I was driving her home, I stood.
Chapter 3
Now I thought I could fuck my mom every day, but it was not there. She again repeated that she would not touch her finger until she was paid for it.
“I really like fucking you,” she repeated. - But you can not mix sex and business.
Well, okay, I already had sex more than any other married women get from their spouses. And, besides, I think that sex for money for the son looked in the eyes of the mother not so much a sin than if we would just fuck like that.
Shortly after our first group sex, my mother ordered two twin brothers. They paid for everything at once, including for shaving mom's pussy in front of their eyes. Dan and Stan, that was their name, held her by the legs while I was shaving. I personally mommy pisya and so liked, but who pays, he orders the music. When I smeared my side with a shaving cream, Mom gave a weak moan and her clitoris swelled by my touch. Carefully acting with a safety razor, I removed the hairs around the clitoris and near the lips. With every movement of the razor, my cock became harder and harder. And now it's over, I rub my pussy with a towel - it just turned out great. Not a single hair left.
Stan bent me to my mother's crotch:
- Lick her pussy, warm up your mother for us.
Working hard in the language, I tried to estimate how many members had been here before me. More than a hundred is accurate, and maybe even more than a thousand. Mom had about two hundred regular customers, and, moreover, she occasionally served their friends and business partners.
And the twins were standing nearby, and mom took turns sucking on their powerful personal belongings.
- Yes, let's try to put two in her mouth at once, - suggested Dan.
Mom, clutching the corners of her mouth with her fingers, stretched him almost to her ears, and the contented twins stuck both huya's mouths. Suddenly, her pussy became terribly wet, a blowjob to two peasants immediately aroused mom to the extreme.
“Oh, fucking, I'm finishing,” Dan groaned.
“Me too,” the brother answered.
With a wheeze, they spilled the sperm into my mother's mouth. If she dealt with one, then it would be possible to squeeze tightly to gu-and then not a single drop would have leaked out. But, having two members in the mouth to do this would not be possible. A milky-white jet ran down my chin down onto my chest and straight towards my open mouth. I closed my eyes and after a few seconds I tried a twins cocktail.
Then Dan and Stan sat side by side on the bed, and my mother began to rub her boobs on their wilted bodies, to bring them back to working condition. When the twins were ready, I was ordered to sit and jerk off, but not to let it go, since I would have to replace the one who was the first to leave the game. Mom climbed on Dan, dropping pussy on his dick. Her milkings slapped his face before he could catch his nipples with his lips.
“You did a good job with your mother,” Dan praised me. - He is now so wet that she is a pleasure to insert.
I watched them for several minutes, generously smearing my dick with gel, then she squatted behind her mother and thrust what in her ass. Mom as a chain broke!
- LTD! YES, YES, I FINISH!
The twins congratulated each other, and her mother's face was so distorted from lust that it became almost unrecognizable.
Until now, my mother's ass remained for me an unexplored territory, but I hoped that I could soon, my desire would be fulfilled, if only Stan would let it go first. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I watched as two men fucked my mother at the same time. Kneeling in a foot from the bed, I perfectly saw everything: Mom, Stan and Dan were a well-oiled mechanism with two pistons. One piston enters, another goes, then vice versa.
“Probably our best fuck for the last month,” said Dan.
“Exactly,” his brother answered.
Mom, smeared between them, finished and finished. If I had thoughts before. That she somewhat pre-increases the passion of her nature, now all doubts about this have disappeared, as if the cow licked her tongue.
“Oh, no, I'm about to lose,” Stan groaned, doubling his speed, finally, he abruptly pulled the dick and splashed around her gorgeous mother's ass.
I smeared the gel over my friend and took Stan's place.
- Mom, are you all right? - I asked for the pro forma.
She only muttered weakly:
“Give them what they paid for.”
Stan sprawled a point enough for her, so my dick, which is even thicker than his mother, entered like a butter. And I got down to business, smearing Stan's sperm on her buttocks, trying to move in sync with Dan. Our hairy eggs rubbed against each other. Only a thin partition two violently shoving members: mine and Dan, and I felt his swollen head and swollen veins.
Mom didn’t even moan anymore, but only muttered incoherently, and she must have looked as if she had gone mad.
“Tired of listening to you, bitch,” Stan snapped, shoving his dick in her mouth. - The gag is so-so, but better than nothing.
The guy called my mother a bitch, and I didn’t even try to tear his head off. “What I have come to,” thought flashed through my mind. But the moment clearly did not favor reflection, so I began to iron my mom further. Dan, it seems, came to the finish line, I tried to keep up with him. Suddenly, I, mom and Dan, cum at the same time! Her anus squeezed the dick so tightly that it was just not possible for me to pull it down, then I pulled it out and discharged it directly onto Dan's balls.
Our trio fell apart, and we flopped onto the bed, catching our breath. Dan showed his mother his eggs, smeared with my sperm, and offered her fifty bucks for having licked them. Having collected each drop, mother closed her lips around his trunk.
“I'll pay you fifty dollars to you too, if you merge the young with her asshole,” he told me.
My mother's ass was covered with a mixture of sperm that sparkled under the lamplight. Licking each inch of her luxurious hemispheres, I plunged my face into the gap between them and stuck my tongue in the point.
While the twins were recovering, my mother and I entertained them with posture number 69. I suspected that the next moment might happen, and I was afraid that I would not be able to go through it. Perverted brothers demanded. So I let my mother face. Did I really plunge into this pool so deeply?
“Okay, it's time,” Dan said, and showed me how it should look: he put his mother on his knees, grabbed her hair tightly with one hand, and held the member with the other. “Do not let her out so that he cannot dodge.”
I took my mother aside to talk her out of it.
“Mom, I don't think I can do that.”
- Dummy, this is only sperm. I have finished my face so many times that I cannot even count them.
“But they do it to humiliate you.”
- I prefer to consider this as the highest praise to my abilities. The twins pay a lot of money to see it. In one night you will earn more money than in a month in the army. Now stop talking, and let's get down to business.
The little brothers smiled broadly when I put my mother on my knees, wound her hair on my left hand and started to jerk, aiming the prick at the tip of her nose. Just had to start, and the new role completely captured me. Mom had seen me juggling the shutter before, but this had never happened so close to her face.
“Now, fuck,” I said through clenched teeth, “I’m finishing up my whole face now.”
This speech was not ordered, but it seemed to me that it would only be better. The first jet of sperm hit my mother on the forehead, I tried to direct her so that she did not get in the eyes. The second, stronger one fell on the left cheek and, through the nose bridge, fell on the right cheek. When I finished, I painted my mother on the face, using the prick as a cat-point, thick milky-colored mustache and a small beard.
“I haven't seen anything more exciting in my entire life,” Dan marveled.
“Yeah, can there be something more exciting than the guy who puts his mother on the face,” agreed his brother.
They both got so excited that they dragged Mom back to bed. This time, mom lay on her back, Dan settled under her, deeply thrusting mom's dick in the ass, and Stan, climbing on it, with one blow drove his boyfriend into her pussy. I came up to my throat when he began to lick my descent from my mother's face. As soon as the brothers got down to business, my mother yelled a beluga.
“Looks like this whore likes when she lies snout to the top than the other way around,” said Dan.
Seeing that my mother was used as a rubber doll from a sex shop, I got excited again and started to jerk off.
- ABOUT YES, I WILL END AGAIN! - screamed mom. - PLEASE DON'T STAY, FUCK! Oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaa!
The twins were terribly pleased with themselves.
- Come on, Dan, increase the speed, - suggested Stan. - Let her pass out.
No sooner said than done. Mom went limp, flattened between them, and they continued to fuck her insensible body. When Dan and Stan screamed, watering my mother from two hoses, I also finished.
The party with the twins was great in my memory, and quite often during masturbation I remembered her moments. But this was not the last time my mother and I worked together.
“You have no idea how great the future of our family business is,” she told me, and she was right, as always.
Chapter 4
“Have you ever heard of Ronald Baker?” - asked mom.
The name was familiar, but only.
- This is one of the richest people in the country, made money on futures transactions. You probably would have called him a rich, dirty old woman. So, Baker was one of my first clients, and now he wants to see me again. When I told him about you, Ronald was delighted. And I am ready to pay big money if you go with me.
- With you? And where are we going?
- He naturally will not come to us, so we will go to his estate. Until now, you have been fucking only with me, but at his home, you will need to fuck two more women: his wife and daughter, and, of course, Ronald's eyes. They are not really very beautiful, but quite cute and very eager for sex. I think you'll like it. By the way, Ronald has been fucking with his daughter Lily for many years.
Here, I became a whore, like mom. Well, it was only a matter of time. Two days later we were fully prepared for an orgy. Mom, who wore a red satin dress with a deep neckline, looked simply divine. Long white gloves, great looking on her graceful hands, complemented the ensemble. She seemed to come out of the films of the forties.
“Ronald is exactly that style,” Mom explained to me. - What will you say?
I do not even know why she suddenly became interested in my opinion.
- You look amazing, mom. My God, I get up.
The driver, in uniform, went up to us, we got into a limousine and drove to the most luxurious part of Long Island. Passing through the richly decorated gate, the car slowly rolled along a long curving road. I saw a mansion in front of the mansion, I sighed, I had never seen such a house so close.
“Impressive, isn't it, son?” Mum whispered. “By the way, we’ll be paid eighteen thousand dollars, so try.”
Well-trained English butler took us to a luxurious living room, where three people waited for us to appear. Seeing the women whom I soon had to fuck, I was very surprised. When mom said that they were ugly, she clearly wriggled her soul. Lily, the daughter, was about her mother's age, and although she was not as beautiful as she, she felt a style that I always liked in women. And Rose, her mother, in spite of the fact that she was already over sixty, looked quite presentable. Rich women can afford decent care for their appearance. I wondered if she could even cum at such and such years. Nothing will find out soon.
The third was a plain-looking old man in a wheelchair. He surprisingly firmly shook my hand and invited my mother and I to sit down.
- So-so, you mean you fuck your mother? - He asked. - OK, I fucked mine too.
The lush maid filed for drinks, and we spent some time talking. Although we belonged to different classes, the points of contact between us and Ron - he told himself to call himself - were found. Both he and I adored football. What a strange thing life is! I'm talking about sports with a man whose wife and daughter will soon fuck to entertain him.
When the maid wheeled Ron into the elevator, I realized that the orgy was about to begin. A few minutes later, she went down the spiral staircase and said: "He is ready." Then Lily and Rose led us up to a spacious sleeping-nude. I was shocked to see Ron sitting absolutely naked in his chair and squeezing his huge cock.
“First we want to see you fuck your mother,” he said.
Mom asked me to undress her, and in the process, I kissed each piece of my gradually naked body.
“Cute, very cute,” commented Rose when I started to caress my mother's elastic breasts. “I see that her mouth is already drooling and her nipples are swollen.”
I took off my mom's dress and it fell to the floor.
“Leave the belt and stockings on her,” Ron ordered, in his voice one could feel that he could not bear it when something happened in a cut with his CC.
When I, on my knees, pulled off her panties, my mother put her hands on my shoulders and pressed her head to her crotch.
“Give her pleasure,” Lily ordered, her voice hoarse with excitement. - For all the flour that she endured, giving birth to you.
I licked my swollen lips, and then began to move my tongue up and down the crack. Mom trembled when I hit her clit with my upper lip. She started podmahivat in time with the movements of my tongue, and I would have continued to humor her pussy, but Ron intervened.
“I want to see her take it in your mouth,” he declared. All the same bezpepelatsionnym tone.
“Not bad,” said Lily, seeing my rock-hard cock.
“Yes, and he uses it well,” her mother replied.
“I think that my mother and I will be able to teach him something,” smiled Ron's daughter.
I lay down on the bed and watched as my mother slowly leaned toward the trembling head. As they do in porn movies, I reached out and put her hair to the side so that they would not obscure the view. The audience, smiling broadly, watched our little show. Reaching for pussy, soaked in anticipation of a good fuck, I put two fingers in there, and when I started rubbing the clitoris with my thumb, my mother gave a kind of moan. The hot air rushing out of her swollen nostrils almost burned my trunk.
“Now it's time for you to get laid,” said Ron.
- How do you want me to do this? - I asked
“Lie down on her and lift her legs up so I can see your cock in her pussy.”
Mom smiled and winked when I got on her. As soon as my tool slipped into it, I already knew that she would soon finish. We moved in unison, her hands clutched at my ass, and boobs crawled over the hairy chest. All this was clear signs of a close orgasm.
“There is nothing better than to see a man fucking his own mother with such passion,” said Rose.
I decided to add some variety to the show, and, throwing my mother's legs on my shoulders, pressed my knees to the boobies, then firmly grabbed her wrists, put his hands on the bed, knowing that she caught a particularly strong buzz in this way. And then doubled the speed. The smile disappeared, his face contorted, sweat made on his forehead.
“Looks like I'm going to finish soon,” I announced.
- Oh yes, son, do not stop. Who taught you to fuck like that? OH YEAH! LIKE THIS! I finish!
Her screech in my ears rang. Lily and Rose applauded us standing up.
“If it weren’t for me to stand up, I’d join their applause,” Ron said.
There was no more strength to hold back, and I threw everything into my mother that had accumulated in my eggs over the past two days.
Discharged, I rolled off her, and my mother put her hand between her legs and squeezed her lips together so that not a single drop spilled out. Barely able to walk, she got out of bed, walked over to Ron, and spread her legs wide, offered him her juicy snatch.
“Fresh as you like,” she told him.
The old man’s long tongue pierced her hole, and his hand moved faster and faster on his penis.
Lily and Rose stood in front of me.
“You know how to make a guy,” Rose commended me.
“Yes, I really liked it too,” Lily chirped. - What about us?
I solemnly assured both women that I would do everything in my power.
My eyes lit up when Lily started undressing her mother. First, she took off her dress, then the bra undress. Rose's big boobs hung loose, but despite this, they looked pretty appetizing. They just asked them to get a dick between them, and I tied a knot in memory that I would definitely do it by the end of our group sex. Lily took off her panties from her mother, opened a neatly trimmed pillow, covered her hand, and put her mouth to her boobs. She masturbated her mother for a minute or two, and then it was Rose’s turn to show me her daughter on all sides. She, too, squeezed Lily's tits, worked her fingers in her pussy, and then turned her back to me, proudly showing off a great ass.
“I think ass is the best part of Lily’s body,” said Rose.
And I could not disagree with her.
Mom nearly fell off while Ron licked her pussy.
“He adores licking a freshly smashed slit,” Rose explained to me. - It gets him the most.
Mom, meanwhile, knelt and shoved the thick head of Ron's cock in her mouth. Rose and Lily clung to me from two sides, and I took up their milking. First, the mother, then the daughter - Lily had smaller tits, and I almost completely took their mouths, so that their long nipples were sticking to their throats. And women at this time purposefully led me to combat readiness.
“Mom, let's suck him,” Lily suggested.
Mouth, they worked as well as mother. While one sucked, the other licked. Ron's glazed eyes were bedridden, where Rose and Lily shared my dick.
“I don’t even know which of these two bitches sucks better,” he grinned. “But I want to see how you fuck them, and spread your legs wide for everything to be seen.”
Lily and Rosa lay on her back, and spread her legs. I decided that I should first take care of my mother, perched on Rose and aimed at her pussy. The fear that it will be dry and stretched, turned out to be groundless. Her slit is wet and narrow. When I planted her, Rose began to groan and gasp. Lily lay on her side and offered us to suck her tits. Her mother took up one, and I second.
Suddenly, Rose, to give me acceleration, slapped me on the ass. I think that from such a clap on my ass left an imprint of her penny. Well, hold on old bitch! I literally spread her shaking teles over the bed. Releasing her daughter's nipple from her mouth, Rose screamed:
- RONALD, I FINISH!
Although she was not as noisy as mom, she just snuffled, moaned and mumbled all the obscene things. She had finished, probably, about five minutes, and I let it down already when she had calmed down.
Lily helped her mother stand and walk up to Ron. I almost blew out when he, aiming at the expiring rip-off of my pussy Rose, licked his lips. Lily supported her mother while Ron licked her. In this case, a pervert on kalke, discharged mom's mouth. She blew it to the last drop. Then she raised her head, looked at me and smiled.
After a short rest, I took up Lily. Ron rolled close to the bed to see us better. Mom and Rose sat on the sides of him and began to masturbate his limp hose. I licked Lily for a few minutes and then drove my boyfriend into her hot, narrow slit. She immediately began podmahivat.
“Raise her legs so I can see your cock,” Ron commanded.
Putting Lily's long legs on her shoulders, I whispered:
- Now you will be very good, baby.
Pumping it up, I squeezed gorgeous boobs. Ron said something to his wife, and after a second she sat down on me and began to rub her cunt on my rhythmically swinging ass. With Rose on the back, things went much more fun. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother dropping onto Ron's sticking baton. However, to me, surrounded from all sides by soft, hot, smelling sweat of female flesh, was not up to them.
Mom was sitting on Ron's lap, legs spread apart, rhythmically moving up and down on it. Noticing that I was looking in their direction, Ron shouted:
“Boy, your mother has a wonderful narrow manda.”
And his daughter groaned under me:
- THIS SON OF A BITCH IS A SON NOW BEFORE I LOSE A CONSCIOUSNESS OF ZEBET!
Her father, hearing this, decided to cheer me up:
- CORRECT, MY BOY! SHOW THIS FUCK!
And then we all groaned, wheezed and puffed. We finished at the same time: the old man threw out his charge into the mother, I - into his daughter, even Rose caught the buzz rubbing against my ass.
It was the culmination of our party, but it was still far from the end. I fucked Rose and Lily twice more: first time in my pussy, second in the ass. And finally, once again otdruchil mother, while Rose and Lily tried to squeeze out another portion of Ron. And when I lowered my mother on the stomach, their labors were crowned with success.
When it was over, Ron handed my mother an envelope tightly stuffed with hundred dollar bills with the words: "I added a thousand dollars, as a tip ... I think we will soon meet again all together."
All the way home, my mother and I pinned each other about these tips, who among us earned them: me or her.