Bastard love. Part 3.(while my sister walks ...)

Bastard love. Part 3.(while my sister walks ...)

1.


Woke up early again. It was quiet at home. I went into the kitchen, brewed coffee, and sat down, wondering what to do today. Another day of rest and study again.


- Maybe we should go to Katyusha? And then yesterday, as it was not so! I didn't really like the first part, but the second ... - memories flew by, - and she's nothing, especially the ass and the dildo.


Remembering how she squealed and then waved with a hoot, he laughed. And her complaint to her mother, in general, did not go into any gate.


- So it should be with them! For "gills", cancer and bed! - I liked the thought, - I need to remember, - flashed through my head.


I sat down at the computer, but even the porn on the screen was not impressive. I wanted a kind of romantic ... Sighs, ahs, consolation of the afflicted, and then for the gills and into the bed!


- Resolved! I'm going to visit. To Katya. She is kind, affectionate, and honest - a bum.


Again he laughed at the chosen nickname. He glanced at his watch, it's already nine. Until I get ready, it will be half-past nine. Until I reach ten, or even half-ten. The most suitable time for guests. I didn't even think about what I would do if her husband was at home.


I was already putting on my shoes when my sleepy mother came out of the room.


- Where are you going?


- Yes, I’ll take a walk ...


- Wait! We need to talk.


- About what?!


- About life...


- About Christina, or what?


- And about her ...


- I'll come back and talk ... Although she got what she wanted and even more! - I laughed and jumped out the door.


It was early morning, cold. Smelling my jacket, I went to the bus stop. And he was late ... If he walked as usual, and not at a walking pace, then he would definitely have time. But this hitch only provoked me. Knowing that the next minibus will not be earlier than in half an hour, I decided to go round:


- That on, then it will come out, - flashed through my head.


I waited for another going in the direction I needed to sit down. There were few people. Sunday, tenth hour. Paid the driver's fare.


- So what? Is it smeared with honey here in Russia? - I thought, seeing an unshaven "horseman" who speaks bad Russian in the driver's seat.


And then during the trip he regretted his decision a hundred times. It is not for nothing that the people broadcast: "Five minutes of fear, and you are there!" - This was exactly the case. Dzhigit violated all possible rules, trying to quickly deliver passengers "dear" to his soul right to the cemetery, spitting on the possible termination of our lives before the deadline. He came out all disheveled and wet with worries.


Then there was a bus. The driver's behavior was exactly the opposite! With him it was possible to be late for my own funeral, it's good that I was in no hurry. But it all ends. The end of my trip has come.


The door, the intercom, and only now I thought about our dean.


- And if he is at home? What do I say? How will I get out?


Having "broken" his head, he spat and just called. Joyful anticipation - silence in response ... I dialed the number again. Zero results. Then suddenly the door opened. A fat little guy came out of the entrance. He waited until he squeezed through the door and slid inside.


- Where are you going? - heard after, but to turn around, let alone answer not 

became.


Elevator, a minute rise and I am already near the apartment. The LED above the door is on. The red "eye" of which, as if examining me in schadenfreude:


- Late ?!


Just in case, I'm calling. Silence. Then I knock ... I knock again - louder ... Behind the next door, I hear rustling. Someone is looking at me through the peephole. An old voice with delight gives out:


- Are you drumming? They are not at home!


- Do you know when they will return? - I ask as calmly as possible, wanting to make the fuck out of this door together with the spy.


- I don’t spy on them! - continues to broadcast a nasty voice.


- Excuse me ... - I boil, - I was sent from the institute to Alexander Borisovich ...


- So he left! Together with his wife. I packed up and left. He asked me to look after the apartment until evening! Arrive late ...


- Asked to look after! No matter how it is! - I realized, - you have nothing to do, you sit all day and stare through the peephole! You peep and eavesdrop old hag ... - but he said aloud, feigning a smile, - thank you, otherwise I would have to stick out under the door - and, turning around, went downstairs.


2.


So, the day was not going well.


- Where to go? And where is everyone? Home.


Slowly reached the stop and surprisingly quickly came back. I went home in a bad mood. And here it "smelled like a thunderstorm." Mother evil with something thundered in the kitchen, without even asking who had come. I undressed, went in ... The "temperature" in the kitchen was clearly going through the roof. Now, in terms of the negative energy produced, my mother clearly surpassed Dneproges.


- What happened? - I asked cautiously, completely forgetting the rule that said: “You shouldn't talk to“ an angry lawnmower ”!”.


Immediately receiving in response:


- Yes, you both will drive me crazy! Alone at home, what the hell is doing ... Another is not going to spend the night home again ...


- Well, they have good company there, and she is an adult ... - I diplomatically try to protect my sister.


- Aha! Little white kitten ... And you! All fluffy too! What did you do yesterday?


Now I boiled:


- You know, mom! Whose idea was it?


My tongue is my enemy! I would have been better off saying nothing. She just didn't get steam from my words! Her face turned red to the color of boiled beets, her lips trembled, and, bursting into tears, she threw everything and ran to her room, incoherently shouting:


- Bastards ... I try ... Alone ... And they ...


The door slammed and there was silence.


- Here you go! - came to mind, - only a scandal was missing now! We must go to calm down and put up ...


- 3-


I have already seen the tears, the screams of the mother. And suddenly I remembered the words of my sister: “... you know how to comfort, immediately disposing to yourself. You say banal things, but in such a way that it is impossible not to believe you ... They easily make contact with you, and even more ... "...


- But there is no one at home ... - suddenly flashed through my head, - only we ...


And my face turned red, my throat was dry, and my intestines twisted in some kind of lump ... I felt unwell from the seditious thought: “Me and Mom ... Mom and I!” - this desire began to fill me, drown me wave ". I got up, went to the refrigerator, and looked inside. Yesterday's bottle of cognac caught my eye, there were still a hundred grams left in it, and I took the leftovers right from my throat. 

The cold liquid burned the stomach and ran through the body in warm, exciting streams. Immediately relieved.


My head rang and died down! And suddenly the memory began to scroll through yesterday: how long did the mother stand near the door yesterday morning; her look in the kitchen; this trick with Christina; and her exclamation in the corridor in response to the complaint of the latter: “What are you doing ?!”. Sympathy was definitely not there, but desire and interest were "above the roof".


And I went to her bedroom, and not myself, my legs were carrying me. His heart was beating like a hammer in his chest and in unison his brain was pounding: “I want, I want, I want ...”, and then a thought flashed, growing and displacing everything else: “She, too ... She wants, wants, wants .. . "!


- Only afraid! - it dawned on me - incest! Who cares about our relationship! I want, she wants ... How will others know?

The blood "boiled", the penis swelled, hardening like never before. But I have not "lost" my head.


- Stop! - passing by the bath, went inside.


Closing the door, turned on the water. He quickly fished out his cell phone and dialed the number.


- Hello! What did you say to your mother?


- Yes, we eat barbecue at the dacha. Come ... Company, class. Here we have a brand new one just to your taste!


- It's tempting, but I don't know ... You need to "cover"!


- Drop everything and drive. And the mother will go crazy!


- I think you're not very good there ... - pressing the hang-up, he threw his cell phone on the shelf.


Having lowered his panties, he quickly washed.


- It's the time!


Pictures swirled before my eyes: "Mummy is standing on all fours, lifting her full buttocks high ... Here the body arches, and she moans loudly with pleasure and rubs her big breasts against the sheet!" Then the imagination made its own adjustments: "I plant my hard phallus, inflamed with desire, into her bosom ...".


- four-


I do not know what my face was when I burst into her and stopped rooted to the spot, surveying the room. She, still shuddering, lay on her stomach, buried in the pillow.


“Go away,” she muttered dully and sadly.


- Mom ... - I could only say.


And after taking a couple of steps he sat down next to her luxurious body. My hands were trembling, my heart was literally breaking out of my chest, and I was looking at her: hair, heavy strands scattered across the pillow; the graceful bend of the neck, where it was so eager to kiss her; high and elastic buttocks covered with thin fabric; and a little more than always open with a raised robe, smooth matte-shiny full thighs.


I felt that my dick was literally torn out of my pants, in impatience to find myself there, in a now hidden secret place. Moving forward and feeling with my hip, the warmth of her body, I spoke. Words poured from the tongue and gurgled in a stream. They enveloped us like a net, tying us together. At the same time, I stroked her hair, neck, shoulders.


She lay gradually calming down. Then she turned to me, listening sideways to the speech, and I stared at her chest, which suddenly opened slightly at the same time. I saw her eyes open, and I drowned in them, not wanting salvation. Her lips parted slightly, and a running tongue moistened them so that they shone ...


Unable to contain me, I bent down 

and kissed her quickly on the lips. She looked at me in surprise, her forehead wrinkled ... Mom, as if she just woke up and tried to say something, but I did not give her time. The second kiss burned my lips and I dug into them like a thirsty man in the desert. She first answered, and then, moaning, began to break free.


- It's too late, my friend! Too late ... - I remembered an anecdote.


I already hugged her to me, not wanting to let go. And in her vain mooing I heard:


- No ... So you can't ... It's ints ... - and more and more quietly.


And when she was completely silent and limp, he let her go. Tense breathing of two people:


- Well, you can't ... my dear ... - and again our lips met, now she was reaching for me ... And her tongue, making its way into my mouth, began to do this there! When the air ran out, and we, breathing heavily, broke the embrace, I said in a strangled whisper:


- Don't give a damn! We both want this ... - a loud statement, as if physically hanging in the air, enveloping and fencing us off with a "wall".


And again a kiss ... Only now it began to dawn on me what I was doing.


- Let it go! - pounded in my head, - I, she, we ... want it!


Holding her to me, I covered my neck with kisses, and my hand, sliding along the side, stroked the buttock, dropping to the thigh. She threw back her head, opening her neck for my kisses, her lips, like a prayer, repeated:


- No ... But what are we doing ...


But the gaze of the clouded eyes spoke and even shouted something else:


- Yes! Yes ... More ...


The hand slipped on the chest under the robe, and, feeling the nipple, squeezed it. (“This is where it all started,” as they would write in a novel ...). But this is not a novel ... She gasped with excitement, squeezing out:


- How ... well ... oh ...


- five-


And again our lips merged into a single whole, and the world narrowed down to our sensations. I caressed her, and she, lying on her back, took caresses, breathing heavily and moaning. Slowly looking into her eyes, I unbutton the buttons, untied my belt along the way. I'm not hurrying! After all, I am no longer a boy and I understand what's what. A woman and even my mother is a Woman, and with a capital letter, despite all her flaws. And she has the right to receive everything that a man can give her. A real, experienced man, to whom I count myself, albeit in bad weather.


And the first thing I want is to kiss her breasts! Oh, how big and hard her nipples are ?! It seems to me that I remember how she fed me, pressing me to her breast and teasing me with a swaying papilla when I was capricious.


These are the objects of passion. Large, resilient, milky white, lush loaves rolled to the sides, crowned with large pink nipples that have not yet hardened, but soft nipples. Slightly wrinkled, they are covered with tiny irregularities and are intersected at the tip by an almost horizontal sinuous groove. And these halos that create a plinth for them? A slightly visible swelling towards the center additionally raises the nipples, making them stand out from the rest. And here they are also not round! Slightly compressed from the sides have a beautiful oval shape.


I'm nothing 

I don't, just admire the view. But even my gaze acts as a catalyst. Slowly, very slowly, the papillae swell, becoming, more and more. They acquire the form laid down by nature. Slightly narrowed towards the body and more voluminous at the top. A mesmerizing sight. With difficulty, I hold back so as not to fall on them and suck, suck, suck, lick and caress with my tongue.


- What! Something is wrong? - she lifts her head trying to consider where I was staring.


- It's okay ... And it's not a sin to admire this view ... - I whisper.


Reaching out, I gently touch my finger. Mom's chest twitches, making the seductive hemispheres flutter appetizingly. It is as if I am electrocuted, and I bend down with a wild sob, grabbing the nipple with my lips. Squeezing slightly, I suck. This is exactly at the subconscious level! Fall to the breast and try to get milk, as a baby does.

- Ohhh ... - Mom grunts, - how have you not done this for a long time ?!


- Is it nice? Well, when is your milk sucked?


- Not with you!


- Why? - I am amazed, even forgetting about the "case" for a while.


- You always sucked greedily, and at the end, when the milk ran out, you bit and pulled ... One tit was not enough, it was easier with Galya ...


But as it was with my sister, I am not interested at the moment. Ahead was a "great adventure" and many unknown secrets. Licking her breasts and making my mom bend and moan, he took up his tummy. No, of course, not an athlete, but still I really like it. Even now, the drawing of tense muscles is easily guessed. He kissed the navel, and then blew on the remaining moisture from the drool. The tummy moved, rolling with muscles. Lower.


- Here, instead of panties, I could wear a thong, - I thought to myself, looking at the bulge of the pubis and two parallel folds disappearing between the thighs.


White cotton panties that fit the crotch like a glove. Swelling in the pubis is visible, hiding neatly shaved hairs. And below, on the verge of the visible, a dark speck spreads. Not very large, but increasing in size:


- However, you flowed, - my swallow, flashed through my head.


I grab the gum with my teeth and pull them down. Slowly and carefully. Hard black hairs come out first. There are more and more of them and they add up to a drawing. Shaved in the shape of a heart.


- And you are a naughty woman! - I reproach her, for a moment, giving up my occupation.


She laughs ... So sweet and defenseless ...


- Like?


- And then ?!


I continue to pull off my panties. Now with your hands. Here the hood of the clitoris appeared and I, without waiting for the rest to appear, fell down, with all my strength thrusting the tense tip of my tongue under it.


- Ah ... Oh ... - the body in front of me bends, pressing the buttocks into the mattress. The abdominal muscles tightened and the chest rippled from the sudden movement. Exclamation:


- Stop ... - is replaced by a groan and ... - yeah ... - rushes to the whole bedroom.


This cry breaks down all the remaining barriers and prohibitions. With a jerk I pull off my panties to my knees and, bending down, I begin to kiss her bosom. And she trembles from the touch, stroking my head:


- Come on! Still cute! Stronger?!


- Stronger? - as if I ask again.


- Yeah!


I lift her legs up, spread them as far as I can to the sides, and now a rather soft, tender tongue licks her charms, and a tense and hard tongue dominates the crotch. "Strikes, pokes, shocks" ... Anything that can give pleasure. And I no longer care who is in front of me: my next girlfriend, sister, or mother. Before me is one task to make the body flutter, beat, and go crazy with pleasure and excitement. This in itself is a sufficient reason, but it is also arousing, so it darkens in the eyes, and the stomach just stiffens.


- 6-


- It seems that torture brings the same result ... - I know the truth!


Two sides to the same coin. Man becomes a beast. Only in one case, all forces are directed at survival, and now at procreation and an irresistible bonus applied by nature - orgasm.


She is already beating in hysterics, not understanding what is happening to her, and the body demands - more, more and more! Stronger, deeper ... I leave the pussy for a while and slightly lifting the buttocks, I began to lick the slightly opened ring of the anus. The sphincter easily succumbs to my claims, literally sucking in my tongue, strained to hardness.


- Oh ..., ... uh ... - shouts unintelligibly.


She feels good, even too ... And my swollen and hardened member wants to go inside.


With difficulty, I rip off my pants along with my panties and here I am inside!


She shudders, falling silent, but this is not for long. I'm already moving inside with might and main. My head reached the uterus the first time. Slight trembling from contact. Back - forward and again I feel myself bumping into a slippery, slightly tense barrier. And then - more and faster. She doesn't stop trembling anymore. And her body does not keep up with my movements.


It's like a ripple in a puddle. You knock once, the circles started and again it was quiet and smooth ... But if you hit constantly, the waves do not stop, superimposing and reinforcing each other, then a reflected wave comes and now there is a "storm in a glass of water."


Microorganisms from exposure to the uterus have merged and do not stop “gaining momentum”. The body is "peddling" by giving in to them. It is ready to "explode" with a big all-consuming orgasm from the slightest additional impulse ... And I, after drooling my finger, insert it into the ass. Trembling and now under me is beating "indomitable beast" in the guise of a man. He screams, triumphantly and loudly. Convulsions entwine the body with their tentacles, forcing it to rush from side to side painfully squeezing everything that comes under the arm. The back crawls over the hard veil, and tender breasts rush to the right and to the left. The nipples swelled up, turning into a semblance of small segments. I grab these snow-white pearls, squeezing them. She arches as if she is trying to throw me off, and I continue to drill the vagina more and more. At some point, my cock pops out of it, and I hurry back, but I get lower. The sphincter of the anus easily spreads out to the sides, passing inward to immediately squeeze it in a vice. Closer contact, stronger sensation ...


How long it takes, I don't know. I end up splashing cum on her belly, still living in spasms. Even when I collapse next to me, she continues to moan, biting her lip and rolling her eyes. Small tremors and single spasms "pierce" the body ...


We just lie huddled. There is nothing to talk about. She gave, 

and I took what was offered. Then my mother gets up, looks at me cheerfully, and, stretching, says:


- It was good, too much! But this will not happen again. Remember this and be silent about what happened.


She comes out, I can hear the latch on the bathroom door. There is a noise from the included shower.


- Everything ends someday, - I think philosophically, - but after all hunting is worse than bondage, and the earth is round ...

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