I always love my mother. Liked as a woman. And I have often encountered various obscene fantasies associated with it. She was 39 years old, but she looks amazing, at least I think so. She pyshnenkaya figurine, but it is not complete - a fairly broad hips, elastic lush Popkov, low growth, long brown hair, nice person. But most importantly - it is magnificent, beautiful breasts 4-5 size, lush, soft and at the same time elastic with tender pink papilliferous - almost perfect breasts.

A particularly beautiful she looks when covered with cloth languishing bra or something obtyagivayuschey blouse. But to assess fully all the charm of its Manja, sexual body, I could only recently. I do not know whether it dogadyvalas, about my secret desires, but I have not once noticed with her coquettish views and some playful gestures and I even sometimes thought that, too, considering that seduce me.

Then one day, May 9, we - my father and mother came together to celebrate the great feast. My mother came from work and asked me to buy vodka to the table. After returning from the shop, I saw Mom, make up slightly, pereodevshuyusya sexual Denim sarafan. I always liked the way it looks it. This sarafan it was a bit small and could not have better emphasized her voluptuous figure. And, of course, especially allocated in this Sarafanov, her long, lush boobs, highly swelling under tightly szhimayuschih their tissues jeans and a white bra, peeps out from under sarafan.

Then again, I noticed this ambiguous, lingering view, abandoned incidentally, but the remainder not noticed. And I have a glimpse having pleasant thoughts. I do not even suspected at the time that these fleeting ideas soon translate into much-desired reality. But, all in order.

So we sat around the table and raised a couple of three-ryumok for the victory. Moms boys crempie vanina mole. Vodka was not the singed, not something with some additions, but after the first on my mind rather zashumelo. Sometimes my obvarazhitelnoy Mammy zashumelo even stronger, not only in the head, as well as drank more than I do. In the case of vodka whether or not - are not important, the fact that in a few minutes, when we have finished dinner, and his father went to relax and watch TV, and my mammy with voluptuous recruiting, lustful gaze went past me into the bathroom and the like accidentally zadela my ankle its.

I posidel a few seconds, trying to understand - whatever it means, but the answer came himself. Mom priotkryla door of the bathroom and smiling polupyanoy, polurazvratnoy Pommanov me smile to his hand. I tried to pretend that did not understand what she wants, but I already visited interesting insights.

I approached her, she took me by the hand and brought in the bathroom. I must say that we have merged bathroom with a toilet and it is rather spacious. So, Zamani me to imagine she quietly shut the door and made a finger to her lips. - Shh. - Che is? - I asked. She first as a hush and has screw head in different directions as suddenly prizhalas me chest and put his hands on my hips. - What is it? - Prosheptal I am a bit lost in space.

- Easy - she whispered in reply and took hug and stroke, increasingly holder me shake with the initiation of sex. - Che are you doing? - I asked, but for the order. I understand what she wants, but has not yet dared to respond to her affection. - Go ahead, you want to, I know. Come on. - Zastonala she took my hands and put them to their thighs. I decided to go with the tide of events and became hesitant stroke her waist, thighs and lush haunch.

My mother meanwhile has tried to kiss me in person seeking to enter the Bay. Kiss was a short and blurry, but it was quite enough. Pant and posapyvaya, it potyanulas hand to me between the legs and find under shtanami my long protruding Colomo, bulging member, was slowly and gently rub his hand. I sighed deeply, deviated slightly back and looked down. - Do synulya, touch me, too.

Give the handle, go. - I took my hand, prosunula between her legs. I immediately felt its hot water at vzmokshih panties. It ottyanula them aside and made my hand to his tender, moist and even smooth-shaven vaginal lips. I mechanically, but carefully and gently began to drive the fingers on her podragivayuschey, trickling crotch. Mom cast upward head zastonala only one air, trying not to make noise, and fast szhala l ips with delight. However, it is already quite firmly clasp my hand consolidated barrel. Finally realizing what is happening, I decided to take the initiative in their own hands.