Bastard love. Part 2:(attempt at writing)(continued)

Bastard love. Part 2:(attempt at writing)(continued)

3. Who gets up early to that God "gives"?

I dreamed that I came to visit Katya and we made love to her. So on the eighth, I woke up early from the brutal boner. My women were still asleep, and after drinking coffee, I sat down at the computer. Almost mechanically, pictures from a dream spun in my head, I turned on a video where a young guy “tore” a woman of about forty in all the holes. This video not only did not calm me down but even more aroused.


For a moment he froze and listened. There was silence in the apartment. Not doubting that I would have time to do all my business, I took off my leotard, and, lowering my panties, sat down more comfortably in front of the screen. Looking at the screen, he imagined himself in the frame. And that I am “frying” a sexy “mommy” in all accessible holes ... At this time, my hand began to stroke the phallus, convulsively twitching from my touch. Slightly wrinkling the testicles, and began to caress the excited member who stood up with a stake, moving along the trunk. The dark redhead, then showed outward, in order to disappear in a moment under the tight-fitting flesh. Falling into ecstasy, I leaned back, legs freely spread out to the sides. The hand quickened the movement, and I was breathing heavily. The face twisted into a sweet grimace. From behind the door, there was a quiet rustle on the verge of audibility, a little later a restrained sigh, and I realized that they were spying on me. Without pretending to have detected surveillance and slowed down, although it was difficult. Sure that this is Galya, I as if inadvertently turned on the chair towards the door. Let him look with the best view.


It's not enough for her that we regularly fuck, - I thought, so she also wants to spy! Well, let him look! Next time I'll make her do the same trick in front of me.


Confident that she is about to open the door and rush into the room with an excited smile


I continued my caresses.


- You should hurry up Galina, - I thought, - otherwise I’ll finish without you!


And already in the next instant, I had no time to think. I began to "flatten". The thighs tensed, the scrotum grew directly into the groin, and the balls seemed to swell. A couple of movements and a jet of semen will fly out, splattering the table and comp. With a convulsive effort, I pull up my panties. I'm on time! But now they are only washed. This is how much I have accumulated. Out of breath from the pleasant work, I sit relaxed, gasping for air. The video ended long ago, and the monitor showed a dark square of the player.


I listened. There is silence in the corridor.


- The bitch is gone! - I was somewhat taken aback. - I didn’t come in, didn’t say hello ... I also looked into the bushes! Okay, - I thought, - "The mouse's tears will pour out to the cat!"


Gently pull off the sperm-drenched underpants, and go to the closet, taking out the clean ones. I go to the bath to wash. Panties fly into the laundry basket, and I myself get into the shower, washing away sweat, dirt, and semen residue.


When I get out of the bath, I hear the clatter of a spoon against a cup. I rush in there, wiping my head with a towel, and freeze ... Mom is standing near the stove and pours hot water into her cup. All my accusatory speeches are forgotten, and I, stupidly staring at her covered back 

crumpled shirt, I ask:


- Where's Galya?


She, slowly turning to face me, examines me with interest and, after a pause, replies:


- Well, where can she be? Still sleeping! It's you and I get up early. She'll sleep until noon.


My face is flooded with "paint" and my ears are on fire.


Have sailed! I jerked off, and my mother watched me do it ... And even turned to the door ...


Unable to bear her gaze, I turn and hide in my room, tightly closing the door. Sitting on the sofa and covering his face with his hands in shame, trying to figure out: "What should I do?" I would like to consult with Galya, but she is asleep ...


Suddenly there is a knock on the door, and my mother's voice says:


- Seryozha, can I come in?


—... — I said nothing.


She opens the door and, looking at me, comes in, immediately closing it. I look at her through my fingers, waiting for the scatter. But she is silent. It can be seen how hard it is for her to start. I, too, cannot find the words, and for some reason, I am reluctant to make excuses.


- You know, son ... - she sighs, - you have become big and it surprises me why I have never seen you with a girl?


—... - I continue to be silent.


- Don't you have it? Is that why you do it? - words are given to her with difficulty.


I take my hands off the burning face and look at her. I see how her cheeks flushed and how difficult it is for her to find the words so as not to offend me.


- The time will come, and you will find your soul mate ... You shouldn't torture yourself like that ... It's harmful ...


- And I want it now! - unexpectedly rude, but with a note of request, I squeeze out.


- Yes. Of course, she agrees, but I can't give it to you! I'm your mother and you can't do that ... It's incest!


- And why, - playing the fool, I answer, - you can spy on?


- Well, you are an adult and you yourself understand ... I accidentally saw ...


Realizing that I will not break off, I start to get angry:


- Blah, blah, blah ... Words, words, words ... - hinting at a recent episode, I pronounce bitterly, - with a goat, a boss, yes! And I'm on the side ...


Her face was blotchy and she blushed like cancer.


- Then I had no choice, and I had to support you ... - she whispers in confusion.


And you just screamed from "offense" at the whole apartment, - for some reason I say, feeling that this is rude and unnecessary.


“You heard me,” she began to get angry, “you’ll be in such a situation yourself, you’ll understand.” It’s hard for me, and my own son reproaches me. I did it for you and my daughter! - she tries to convince not so much me, but rather herself.


- Then why not do it now? Only for me?


—... - she looks at me with a dead look, tears flowed from her eyes, - and you are becoming a bastard! Seryozha! I'm your mom!


- Yeah ... - I muttered, - you just don't want to help.


She clenched her teeth so that nodules played on her face.


The conversation is over! Consider that he was not, - and sharply turned around, left the room.


4. Substitution ...


Until breakfast, I sat in the room, realizing that I was wrong to speak in this way. But she herself started the conversation,

and I just developed the topic ...


Then Galya came to me and asked me to eat. When I sat down at the table and looked at my mother, she did not look away. Her face was somehow pensive and quiet.


During the meal, they got into conversation, and my sister betrayed that she would be visiting in the evening. And then she added:


- I probably won't come to sleep.


- And you there too, - the mother interjected melancholy.


- And that Seryoga is leaving with an overnight stay? - Galya got interested.


“Probably,” she said.


- Yes, I'm not going anywhere! I'll stay at home! I have nowhere to go ... - I started to get excited again.


- Okay. And then I thought one would have to celebrate the holiday ... - my mother was delighted.


The sister looked at her mother with some suspicion and, with a snort, went into the room. She returned a minute later, carrying our present.

Remembering the morning incident, I quickly, before it was opened, said:


It was her idea, I only worked as a porter.


We went up in turn and kissed my mother on the cheek, and she began to open the package.


When the packaging was removed, three boxes with colorful pictures appeared from it, with which they decorate items of lingerie. An exclamation of delight and my ladies disappeared to try on new clothes for my mother, and I remained on duty in the kitchen. Having tidied everything up, he went back to his room.


I sat playing the old version of Doom, "piss piss" as soon as possible. In 3D it was pretty interesting. A couple of times my sister dropped by, and then my mother came in. She asked:


- Do you mind if I invite Christina in the evening? She has nowhere to go.


- Uh-huh, invite, - without listening to the question, I nodded.


- Then you have to go to the store, and thanks for the gift, - she came up and kissed me on the cheek, - let's get ready and go. There is a note on the table of what to buy and money. I'm going to the hairdresser ...


Then Galya came in again:


- If you want, come with me, you seem to quarrel with Lenka. And rightly so! She's not your match ...


- Yes, I know, - I waved my hand, - at first, he fucks like a cat ...


- And not with you alone! - she put in a hairpin.


- And then she reasons: what a good couple we will be, how many children she will give birth to ... I'm tired ...


- I can call a girlfriend, not a bad girl and without complexes ...


- Okay, go, - I interrupted her verbiage, - I'll be at home. Have fun, - he began to get ready to go to the store.


Then the day rolled along a knurled curve. My mother was busy in the kitchen, I helped. We did not return to our morning conversation, although it was clear that she was tense and worried.


In the evening, about seven, Christina came. It turned out to be a rather nice lady, as I understood the new boss of the mother. She was her age, perhaps a little older. But the same sturdy sporty look. And she has dressed accordingly. A loose tunic short just below the groin and tight-fitting trousers. Knee-length leggings, and below the wide flared. I looked at her with interest when I began to help my mother, set the table. Slightly lower than mine, with wide hips, with a well-toned butt, which moved vigorously, creating the effect that it exists separately from the rest body. I already shuddered, so I wanted to shake her, especially when the trousers were pulled tight, showing the relief hidden under them. Clear as if drawn folds of the labia, protruding pubis, and flat tummy.


Then we sat down at the table. I, as the only man, was assigned the spill by default. Opposite me they sat Christina, my mother sat on the side, and I had my back to the door. Still, the kitchen is 10 square meters, a cramped room. After a couple of glasses, the conversation turned first to work matters, and then to the men. Christina, not ashamed of me, vilified the entire male team, accusing them en masse of inability and unwillingness to work. And at the end of the phrase, she accidentally added:


- If only they could in bed! Why there are middle peasants too!


- Krista stop, - my mother suddenly asked, - again you are talking about this ...


Listening to their conversation, I was a little taken aback and, to hide my interest, began to top up almost full glasses. When I put the bottle on the table, I felt a stranger touch my leg. While I was thinking about what it was, she rubbed against my ankle, slid higher, and nestled between my knees. After lying down for a while, she began stroking my thighs. From the conversation and these rather dexterous movements, my nature began to awaken, rapidly filling all the free space in my pants.


I shuddered and caught Christina's eyes on me. It was the gaze of a hunter taking prey on the fly. And I myself was the prey. He looked at his mother, but she chattered, twisting a glass by the leg. She clearly did not notice anything.


But I saw and felt. Christina defiantly leaned back in her chair and slid down a little. The result appeared instantly, now the foot was rubbing against my raised bump. She smiled, assenting to her mother, quietly continuing her stretching exercises. I froze in place, trying not to show how I felt. And just then the phone rang.


Everyone shook the leg exploring my crotch, disappeared, and my mother grabbed the pipe. Looking at the number, she pressed the call with a sigh. She listened to the interlocutor's monologue, inserting: yes; okay; but it's a holiday; I'll call you back ... Then she leaned over to Christina and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and said:


- Let's go. Take a taxi and “one foot here, another there”! I would have taken you, but it will be too fat for them if we both come. And hurry up. The holiday is not over.


- Okay, - said my mother, - I went to get dressed.


They got up and went out into the corridor. Like a fool, I stayed at the table, realizing only one thing: we are left alone with Christina and obviously we will not watch TV. From these reflections, I was distracted by the knock of the closing door and the sound of footsteps that stopped right behind.


Soft but heavy hands fell on my shoulders, and I heard:


- Now you can deal with the little one!


- With whom? I choked out.


- Yes with you. I am aware of your conversation this morning. So you urgently need a girl ...


“Well, I didn't say that,” I try to justify myself.


- Maybe ... But you definitely meant it! - She paused, - and perhaps a woman will do for him? - as if not


speaking to me, she said thoughtfully.


Her hands slid over my chest and two soft hemispheres rested against my back. She rubbed them while her hands stroked my belly. This unexpected sequel caused such an adrenaline rush that my end stood up, posing as a club. One hand slipped down into the waistband of my trousers, and I felt it stroking my erect organ.


- Oh yeah! Elena was not mistaken! There is something to see and caress!


I sat there as if knocked down, not believing what was happening. Many times I put my friends in a similar situation, but I myself got into it for the first time. She pulled her hand out of her trousers, sniffed her fingers, and summarized.


- Smells like young sperm. The lubrication has gone. It remains to be seen how you are in bed.

- I, I ... - tried to bleat something ...


- Come on Seryozha get up and go to bed. Don't keep the lady waiting. And we don't have much time ...


It was all like an unreal dream. As if I was looking at it from the outside. I got up, and Christina, taking my hand, as in kindergarten, led me into the room. Not to my mother's. As we passed my door, I grew bold and, pulling her hand and pointing to the door, I said:


- I sleep here.


- And I want to fuck you in a familiar environment! So let's go there, - and pointed to my mother's door.


5. Mom's bed.


As soon as we crossed the threshold, Christina turned me to face her and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue went into a soft lump inside her mouth, forcing me to obey. At the same time, she made me move with small steps with my back to the bed. And when my feet rested on the edge of the mattress I just pushed forward. I fell on my back, with my arms outstretched in surprise. Something painfully rested on the loin, round and elongated. And she sat down on my groin with a short laugh. I felt that my uncompromising fighter was simply pressed, on the one hand, against my stomach, and on the other, against Christa's crotch.


- Like this! - She said in a businesslike manner, unbuttoning my shirt and fidgeting on the member pressed to the body.


I tried to raise my arms to hug her, but she pulled me away with a rude cry:


- Lie down Romeo, I'll figure it out myself!


Then I with difficulty pulled out an object that was interfering with me, smooth and long to the touch, and without looking, threw it aside. She bared my chest and her hands slid over the skin from my belly to my neck. The nails gently scratched the body, alternately causing heat and cold. The skin is covered with pimples. And when her fingers began to stroke, and then twist the nipples, I swam.


“Cognac mixed with caresses is a killer thing,” I thought.


The soft hand movements were soothing, and I relaxed. Then she began to kiss my torso. Soft, hot lips slid over the body, burning at the moment of the kiss and shivering as they searched for a new point of application. At times, she just licked me like ice cream, leaving a wet streak that pleasantly chills my body.


And then she suddenly bit. Not strong, but unexpected right behind the swollen nipple you just sucked. I jerked up, instinctively straining my abs. But she expected this and did not let me sit down, pressing her hand on my chest.


- Lie down, who am I talking to? - she grumbled, - what do you not like? Study student ... - she added.


“I’m lying,” I said ate, puffing.


She pulled off her tunic, and then a beacon, short to the navel. Her breasts, with a pronounced tapered shape, stood erect like a girl's, topped with large dark nipples. To the pain of me, I wanted to stick my lips to them. I reached out there, but she again did not let me rise. But Christina herself began to twist them, at times squeezing them to whiteness. Then she almost lay on my chest, sliding those beautiful breasts ... over my skin. Having played enough, she moved forward a little and began to drive them over my lips. I tried to catch them, but it didn't work!


- Do you want them? She said languidly.


- Yes! - I jerked all over, and the rearing member tried to lift the partner pressing on him.


- For a long time I wanted to feed such a boy ... - she said with a sigh, letting me grasp the nipple with her lips, - suck my baby, suck! And don't forget about the tongue ... It's so great ...


And I sucked! Lips, tongue, and even teeth were used. First one then the second. But the funny thing is, I still haven't touched her with my hand. My excitement overwhelmed everything previously known to me. And she squeezed her already tight breasts with her palm, began to just fuck me with a nipple in my mouth.


And then everything repeated exactly the opposite. She caressed my body again, moving down. And again I lay neither alive nor dead, feeling my tongue, lips, and swollen nipples sliding over me.


Finally, confident hands unzipped the trousers and pulled them along with the panties in one movement.


My erect handsome man, like a devil from a snuffbox, jumped out, trembling with tension. He was rock hard, rearing at an obtuse angle. She just looked at him, and it seemed to me that some invisible hands were stroking him, squeezing him in their arms, her gaze was so physical. Finally, one hand squeezed the barrel, and slowly sliding down, exposed the head, and the other grabbed the scrotum, gently clenching my testicles in a fist. The tip of the tongue, slipping out of the mouth like a snake, went over the head, wetting the hot flesh, and then the parted lips swallowed first the head, then the trunk. Hot moisture, sliding the tip of the swollen head along with the tongue to a depth previously unattainable by me ... All this made me move up towards the caressing cave of my mouth. I slowly rose to meet her, and Christina's head set on my stake deeper and deeper each time. I could already feel my end penetrating my throat when her lips touched the root of the phallus.


Another attempt to stroke the body attacking me in disgrace failed:


“Lie down and don’t twitch,” she said, leaving my penis alone for a minute, “otherwise I’ll tie you up!” Until I allow you one right: "Look, but do not touch!".


Her 

this rule did not apply. With her free hand, she unbuttoned and lowered her trousers slightly and, slipping under them, smoothed and caressed her vulva.


- I can not take it anymore! - I begged.


- Who is asking you? - she looked at me with displeasure, continuing the "torture".


- Oh, - I breathed when she slightly bit the head with her teeth and then sent a member of the cheek.


The end rested on her cheek made it swell, and the pressure twitched the head in a clearly visible bump behind the taut skin. Feeling that I could not stand it, I shouted:


- I'll cum now!


And almost immediately my cock was outside and there was a slap. A short sharp pain blinded me, but for some reason, I didn't want to finish.

Chuckling enough, Christina continued her attempts. Finally, fed up with caresses and bringing me almost to the point of insanity, she, holding my cock in her hand and slowly jerking him off, pulled out her hand caressing pussy and ran her over my lips. I licked her juices with pleasure, tasting them. And she thrust three fingers into my mouth, and I licked them contentedly, sucking slowly.


Then she got up and took off her pants and panties. She spun in front of my eyes and, with a loud hoot, jumped onto the bed and lowered her crotch onto her face. Loud smacking heralded the "contact" and my tongue fluttered like a butterfly, trying to embrace the immensity: to lick, caress every cell of her pussy. Her inner lips, hardened with blood, parted like the shells of a shell, protruding a good centimeter outward. Above them was a clitoris protruding outward the size of my phalanx, "wrapped" like a sari in a hood. And when my tongue touched it, she trembled, leaning down, and a hot stream sprayed on me. Her hips pressed my hands to the body, I, engaged in pussy, tried to raise my hands to reach the nipples through the thigh. Again a groan, a slight tremor. Not reaching the desired hemispheres, he began to caress the firm and smooth buttocks. And as soon as my finger entered the sphincter, the trembling intensified, turning into convulsions. As soon as he went back and forth, scrolling slightly to the sides, she began to finish ... Violently, with a cry. The abdominal muscles contracted, and she was thrown forward, and a "shower" poured over me. Not expecting this, I almost choked with a sigh. He coughed and tried to get out from under her. If it had not collapsed, freeing me to the side and continuing to twitch from the spasm, I don't know-how, everything would have ended ...


I rolled onto my stomach, trying to clear my throat and catch my breath. Christina lay next to her in a fetal position, still trembling and breathing heavily.


- Everything! - she said, - I pass ...


- And I? - I burst out in confusion.


—... - she made a grimace like a smile.


I got angry! Everything boiled in me and I “lost my head”. Hissing no worse than an angry cat, I jumped up, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her up:


- What do you think about yourself a bitch? I finished it myself, but I’m on the side? It Will not work!


- Leave me alone, - she said languidly, - jerk off yourself and let go of your hair. Painfully.


- Even so! - I said with a threat and pressed my head to the bed, - become cancer 

bitch!


She started to twitch, but I held her tight.


- Now it's my turn! Do not twitch, bitch, let's go doggy style!


With my other hand, I grabbed her crotch and turned her ass towards me. When she began to twitch, I punched hard a couple of times on the snow-white "buns". Two bright red spots in the shape of my palm were crimson on my buttocks.


- Ah-ah-ah ... - she screamed heart-rendingly, - are you foolish bastard?


- Not! I just want to fuck you ... And then in a perverted way - in the ass!


- I ... - she suddenly sobbed, - I don't fuck with men.


- Lesbian or what? Before you had to think! - I said with a grin, joining her behind her, - consider that I am your girlfriend with a rubber dick ... Yes, and bi ... sounds damn attractive ...


- Not! - she twitched.


But I already firmly held her by the sides, forcibly driving a member into the vagina. There were a lot of greases, and he entered easily, although it turned out to be cramped inside. Grasping her stomach with one hand, I pressed my head against the blanket with the other and thrust it onto the hot hard cock with pleasure. She twitched for another minute and then fell silent whining softly.


- Well, how do you like it? - I asked, not stopping my movements.


- Stop ...


- It is necessary to add, please! - I sneered, on the move planting a member in it.


My hand, sliding down the stomach, squeezed her smooth-shaven pubis together with the clitoris and part of her lips in the palm of my hand.


“Oh,” came the answer, and her back arched upward, lifting her ass.


- Relax and have fun, - I added, seeing her reaction, - you like it!


- No, - she answered in a whisper, starting to wave at me.


A couple more energetic frictions such that the head of the penis reaches the uterus. And then I caught sight of that rounded object on which I fell back.


A simple plastic dildo made in the form of a cylinder with a rounded end. No excesses in the form of a copy of the penis and testicles. At the next pitching, I pick him up and, after drooling, I drive him into the ass, which is red from the blows.


- Not! - now Christina is yelling in full voice.


- "It's too late, my friend, it's late!" - I whisper a phrase from an anecdote, - "why to drink narzan, if the liver is dead!"


- Take it away! She asks.


But I am unforgiving. Resting the blunt end in the stomach, and holding it, I went in with renewed vigor. Now two members have immersed in it: mine and an artificial one. Through the soft partition, I feel how they rub against each other there, inside.


Moans, oohs, and ... oddly enough the fidgeting of the hips betrays Christina "headlong".


- Well, you love so much! - I state a fact.


- Yes! - suddenly she starts moaning loudly.


“Then let's do it differently,” I decide.


The dumbbell flies to the side, and I, leaving the pussy alone, put the phallus to the sphincter and easily slip inside. And again the soul rushed to heaven! Loud moans, she twists her ass like a propeller taking my organ inside. A few energetic jabs and now I'm pouring out the sperm, filling her intestines. Despite the violent ejaculation, I continue to punish her in the ass. A minute later she ends up. Spasms squeeze the penis, trying to push it out. Moans turn into one a drawn-out cry, and she tries to crawl away from my forward movements on her stomach. When we moved from the position on the ground to the position, I didn’t notice when I was lying down. I grab Christina by the shoulders, not letting her get off the penis, and continue to drill her "in black". A few more minutes, and I finish a second time. And again something spills out there.


The sphincter around the penis is smeared with semen, and it squishes with every movement. I stop and roll heavily to the side, lying on my back. Cheated Christina lies next to me. Mascara ran in dirty black streaks, lipstick smeared, hair tousled. Looking in the face, I ask:


- Well, dear, did you like it?


—... — she sobs.


- Next time it will be better! I promise.


- I'll beat your fucking bitch! He is a virgin! Help Christa! She screams in my face, splashing saliva.


I slap her on the cheek without a wave. The head twitches.


- Shut up! I got pleasure and rejoice ...


I get up hard, and without picking up my clothes, I go to the bath and get into the shower. Hot water washes away fatigue and dirt. After standing in the shower, I wash thoroughly and go for clothes. Christina is still on the bed, just rolled over onto her back.


- Go take a shower.


She gets up, and heavily rearranging her legs, wanders into the shower. Every step is announced by smacking, and dirty semen flows down the inner sides of the thighs. When she walks past me, I spank her buttocks heartily, lighting up another red trail. Christina jerked, glancing sideways at me, but was silent and left the room.


6. After the "fight".


When her mother, Christina, returned, she had already tidied everything up and we were drinking coffee. Her face was still crimson, but she looked at me normally.


- Well, how are you doing?


“Fine,” I replied.


- Uh-huh, - Christina muttered.


“I got it all settled,” she said happily.


- And I! - With a mockery said Christa, looking sideways at me.


Seeing that they needed to talk, I reached out and said:


- Go to sleep. Got up early ... - and left the kitchen.


Already undressing and going to bed, he grabbed part of the conversation:


"Boo ... boo, virgin ... give a blowjob, and that's it ... rammed me into all the holes," Christina's voice. "Yes you w ... Boo ... boo", mother's voice.


I smiled, thinking to myself:


- Let them share their impressions ...


And already half asleep I heard: “He made bruises on his ass…”. And fell asleep in the sleep of the righteous.



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