My best friend's mother

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I have always known Aunt Sveta. I, as they say, grew up before her eyes. Anton and I always played in their yard: we built “military headquarters”, fought with invisible Germans, repaired bicycles, and all that. But after seventh grade, Anton’s parents divorced and Anton’s dad moved to a neighboring town.

At first Anton went to see his father for the weekend, then he left for the whole summer, and one day he simply did not return from vacation. I remember how I hung around the gate of their house, hoping that Anton would see me in the window and come out to play with my brand new ball that my mother bought me, but it wasn’t Anton who came out. Aunt Sveta came out and said

that Antosha would not come again. She tried to explain something to me about the court decision, the appeal and the fifth and tenth, but I didn’t understand anything. I just turned around and left. And I didn’t return to this gate for several years.

That day I quit my next job. Although it was difficult to call it work. I didn’t go to college, I even failed the exam at college. Of course, intentionally. This is all because of my relationship with my father, with whom I have not gotten along for a long time. In general, a sales consultant in the household appliances department is definitely not my calling.

Trying not to get noticed by my father, I walked along the dog trails towards my neighborhood and accidentally came across a long-forgotten yard. And I heard an unusually beautiful voice humming a fashionable song. It was Aunt Sveta. I swallowed, seeing her for the first time not as a child, but as a man.

Aunt Sveta was hanging freshly washed laundry in the yard. She was wearing only short denim shorts and a shirt tied at the edges into a knot just under her breasts. Her hair was curled with a towel. Apparently she had just taken a shower, as her dark skin was glistening with moisture. The clean face, undisfigured by makeup, was the most beautiful face I have ever seen. I got hard.

Gracefully twirling her steep hips, Aunt Sveta leaned towards the blue enamel basin for the next piece of her clothing and I could see how, about to jump out of her shirt, her huge elastic breasts were swaying. Her practically bare legs, without a single scratch or scar, seemed to be covered with the most delicate silk. They were so perfect.

- Matvey? – I suddenly heard the voice of this most beautiful of women. - Matvey, is that you?

I woke up from a momentary shock. Aunt Sveta stood half bent over, holding her fishnet red panties in her hands and looking at me cheerfully.

— Hello, Aunt Sveta,” I squeezed out, trying not to look at her panties.

I thought she noticed it. She threw the panties back into the basin and straightened up.

– It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Come here.

I opened the gate and we walked towards each other. I bowed my head timidly. Aunt Sveta patted me on it, then couldn’t stand it and hugged me so that she squeezed her breasts between us. I was careful not to press my lower body against her so she wouldn't discover my boner. Fortunately, she didn't pay attention to it. The woman released me from her embrace and ruffled my hair again.

- How are you, studying and working?

— Yes, so...” I mumbled.

- Okay, tell me later. Come into the house. I’ll just hang out your underwear and treat you to tea.

She slapped me on the bottom and I hurried to the house to quickly calm down my “friend.”

Fifteen minutes later we were sitting at the table drinking tea. Aunt Sveta looked at me admiringly and was still surprised at how grown up I had become. This made me feel somehow uneasy. I've never been looked at like that. There was something so predatory in her gaze that made my dick tremble in those tight jeans. She questioned me and asked me, patting me on the shoulder, and I told her everything. And about the institute, and about work, and about my father. Aunt smiled and nodded understandingly, putting me at ease. And it worked.

A couple of hours later we were drinking wine in her living room. Referring to the heat and jokingly hinting at my “smell,” Aunt Sveta managed to persuade me to take a shower, which was located outside, and now I was sitting wrapped in a large terry towel on a large leather sofa, and she herself was sitting next to her in a beautiful silk robe with an almost naked cleavage area.

I asked her about Anton and apologized for not asking about it earlier. Aunt Sveta lowered her eyes and it seemed to me that all her energy, which had such a strong effect on me, burst in an instant when I asked her this question. She told me that she had not spoken to her son for a long time. He doesn't call her, and when she calls, Anton speaks to her reluctantly. I shook my head. How so! She's his mother. But then I suddenly remembered one unremarkable evening from my childhood. While playing alone with my homemade airplane, I overheard my mother’s telephone conversation with her friend. They discussed Aunt Sveta. I remembered my mother’s phrases: “Shameless!”, “...she seduced a very young boy...”, “...and I did the right thing by getting a divorce. There was no point in her running to the left,” etc. At that moment, a mosaic formed in my head. Aunt Sveta cheated on her husband and he found out about it. And he left her. And he took Anton to his place.

I swallowed, realizing that I had stepped on a sore spot.

— Sorry...” I whispered.

Aunt Sveta squeezed out a smile and, as if waking up, tried to wrap her robe around her, but it was cut in such a way as to look exactly like that.

— It’s late, Matvey,” she said and extended her free hand to the table to remove the glasses. I intercepted her.

— I would like to stay, Aunt Sveta,” I whispered again.

Our gazes met and I saw that fire rekindle in her eyes. I couldn't miss this chance.

She became so pliable. I directed her hand towards me and her whole body stretched towards me. A moment later she was already sitting close to me. Her breathing quickened. The eyes sparkled. She looked at my lips, I looked at hers. I reached out and squeezed one of her breasts. Aunt Sveta rolled her eyes and moaned languidly. Then she ran her fingers through my hair and pressed her lips to mine.

I kissed girls. I know how it happens. But what Aunt Sveta was doing with her tongue was unlike anything like that. Her tongue turned out to be so long and nimble that I almost recoiled in surprise, but managed to restrain myself in time. I untied the belt on the robe and squeezed both her bare breasts in my palms. The woman moaned in my nose, I heard a barely noticeable “Yes - ah...”

She pulled the towel off me and began to greedily paw my body. Chest, stomach, legs. Then she threw me on my back and started kissing all these places. The boner in my shorts formed a large and hard mound. Descending with her kisses from my chest to my stomach, Aunt Sveta stopped over my groin, breathing hotly right into my pubis. I heard my heartbeat in my own breathing.

The woman pulled the elastic band of my panties with her index finger and pulled it until my “buddy” jumped out from under them like a siege catapult. Aunt Sveta gasped in admiration. I gasped along with her. My cock has never been so erect and so engorged. It seemed that he was already beginning to turn blue, ready to burst from overexertion.

I looked at Aunt Sveta. She continued to look at my penis with interest. Soon she took it in her hand and, breathing languidly, began to slowly move the skin on it. The sight of her bare breasts, the arousing position she was in, and her mouth parted in anticipation filled my cup. I involuntarily clenched my muscles all over my body. The first stream shot upward and rained down on the leather upholstery of the sofa with a dull sound. The second jet shot a little lower and landed on my stomach. The third just splashed out and flowed down the trunk onto Aunt Sveta’s hand. I was shocked. I was disappointed and full of despair.

– I didn’t do it on purpose. I didn't want to! – I squeezed out.

- It’s okay...

Aunt Sveta’s hand continued to move along the shaft of my penis, which did not even change its degree. The woman did not seem to notice my seed on her hand, the white drops on her bare shoulder. Continuing to work with her palm, she lowered her head to my penis and, opening her lips, pressed them into my scrotum. I exhaled loudly. The balls shrank and the penis grew stronger again. Aunt Sveta sucked the skin on my balls and squeezed her palm harder. Her tongue worked skillfully.

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To say that I had a good time is the same as saying nothing. The feeling was simply magical. Aunt Sveta's language was amazing. Her hot, wet, active mouth could not be compared with the self-satisfaction that I sometimes engaged in. I just sat there, clenching my fists until I was blue in the face, and getting the best blowjob of my life. I saw this woman’s face lowered to my crotch, her eyes turned to me, her lips quickly scurrying along my penis, and I enjoyed it. Watching this action was even better than the effect itself.

Aunt Sveta pulled away from the penis with a sharp pop. She licked the head, then, erotically sucking her lower lip, she rose above me and spread her knees along the edges of my body. She untied the silk belt and the hem of the robe parted, revealing to me a view of her beautiful dark body. For her age, she looked simply stunning. Dark red nipples stood erect on perfectly round breasts, an elastic, beautiful belly glistened with sweat, and underneath it, black springy hairs gleamed like a small neat bush. Aunt Sveta moved forward a little and sat tightly on my stomach. I felt her hot, wet vulva. Squeaking softly, the woman lowered her palms to my chest and began to rub her vulva against the muscles of my abdomen. Each time she pressed herself harder and harder into me, her wide pelvis moved quickly and sharply with amazing precision in its swing. The head of my penis beat rhythmically against her sacrum, her breasts began to burn from the nails of her fingers.

Trying not to cum from this picture: a beautiful woman, the mother of my best childhood friend, rubbing against me, I squeezed her fleshy buttocks in my palms, stroked her back, moved first to her breasts, then to her neck. At one point, when I reached her face with my palm, she caught my thumb with her lips and began to zealously suck it. My dick got hard at that moment. But soon Aunt Sveta, with a loud moan, released my finger from her mouth and, jumping up, sat straight on my erect penis. We both gasped. With my whole body I felt how Aunt Sveta’s vaginal muscles pulled my foreskin. Her body arched ninety degrees in a graceful movement, and, leaning one palm on the coffee table and the other on the back of the sofa, the woman began to ride me in a way that I had never dreamed of even in my most frank youthful dreams.

– Yes! Oh yes! - she squeaked.

This gave me confidence. If before that I was still a little constrained, assuming that I was a means to satisfy her needs, a toy in her hands, now I realized that I myself was capable of playing with this woman’s body. I can and should fuck her. Now, with each swing, I began to meet her with a jerk forward, causing Aunt Sveta to roll her eyes in shock and open her mouth with a whining squeal.

– Yes! Like this! – she moaned, gasping.

After some time of such exercises, her elbows, unable to withstand my pressure, buckled and Aunt Sveta fell exhausted on her back. The vagina spat out my penis so that it jumped out of her with such force that a small stream shot out from a hole I had never seen before, right under the clitoris.

– Ah! – Aunt Sveta shouted loudly.

I quickly knelt down and, grabbing her ankles, brought my “friend” back into the hot, sticky, soft, thirsty womb. It turned out that at this degree he penetrates even deeper into her. I immediately started moving quickly. Still whining, Aunt Sveta ran her fingers through my hair and squeezed them painfully. But I didn’t feel any actual pain. All my perception was focused on Aunt Sveta. She squeezed, moaned, puffed and with all her appearance begged me for something so that I longed to find out what was behind it all. What does it even feel like to have a female orgasm? What does he look like? What should happen to a woman from this? What is the reason for Aunt Sveta’s cheating on her husband? Why did her eyes glow so brightly when she looked at me? To find out, I tried my best not to cum prematurely and worked her to the limit of my capabilities. And for a young guy in whom hormones were in full swing, it was oh, how difficult it was!

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We were both completely covered in sweat. Drops from my forehead flowed down my face and flowed onto Aunt Sveta’s chest. Her skin glistened with it. Our bodies slid smoothly against each other. I kissed her mouth, bit her neck and fucked, fucked, fucked. The scratched back was burning with fire. Her lips were moistened by her nimble, erratically darting tongue. Suddenly, Aunt Sveta’s nails dug into my sides, my legs tightened around my body, digging their heels into my lower back, and Aunt Sveta herself, it seemed to me, stopped breathing. She craned her neck and closed her eyes tightly. The expression on her face changed like a crazy person. Finally, a loud squeal escaped from her mouth, interrupted by convulsions throughout her body. She shook like some kind of device out of control. Without ceasing to move, I drove my dick into her, push after push, and soon Aunt Sveta’s arms and then her legs sank to the surface of the sofa. Her left breast trembled slightly as her heart pounded inside her.

The woman squeezed it tightly in her palm and, opening her lips and sticking out her rather long tongue, began to jerk me off with her own hands. Naturally, this could not but have an effect. With a noisy exhalation, I leaned over her, rested my palms on the armrest of the sofa and practically began fucking her tightly clenched fist. For every push I made, there were two movements up and down. The head, darkened from overexertion, touched her tongue and each time left a drop of my lubricant on it. The tip of her tongue managed to pass along the frenulum and, finally, unable to withstand this sweet caress, I leaned forward with all my strength.

Aunt Sveta’s fist could not withstand my pressure and my penis slipped straight into her mouth, splashing out into it everything that could have splashed out into her uterus a little earlier. Without controlling myself, I pressed her entire face into my groin. The dick must have reached my throat, it felt so good. Having stood for some time while the first wave of sperm shot out of the head, I moved back, but after a couple of moments I again drove my flesh to its entire length. Having emptied my testicles, I sat down relaxed and jerked off the remaining seed onto Aunt Sveta’s lips. The woman obediently put her mouth under them, and then wiped them off with her palm and involuntarily smeared them on her cheek.

— Ugh...” I exhaled and climbed off her onto the sofa.

Aunt Sveta continued to wipe her lips, smiling absentmindedly into the void.

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That evening and the night that followed, I attacked Aunt Sveta more than ten times, although after the fourth or fifth time anything stopped flowing out of me. I took possession of her first from above in the classic position, then from behind in doggy style, then again in the horsewoman position, then again in the doggy position, but in the end I, lifting one of her legs, simply had her on her side. And every time I released it into her mouth. She herself wanted this - this, apparently, because she still sobered up after the first time.

In the morning I took her in the kitchen, right on the table, where she prepared breakfast for me. And this time she knelt down in front of me and sucked every last drop out of me. I promised her to come in the evening, but my father prevented this. I had a very serious conversation with him in a raised voice about my behavior and on the same day I was sent to the village to my grandfather, from where, however, I escaped three weeks later. I returned to the city and, having walked around my block, came to a familiar gate, but instead of Aunt Sveta, I was met by a completely different person. Yes, it was Anton. My childhood best friend.

Next, another interesting story happened with me and Aunt Sveta, but whether I tell it to you or not depends entirely on you and your feedback on THIS story. For this, your humble servant says goodbye and goes to eat pasta and sausage. Adios!

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