My Dima

I live in my own house. A quite successful single woman of 38. Ten years ago, after living together for six years, my husband left because I couldn't have children. Before, I used to masturbate in the shower or lying in bed, imagining lover heroes. But for the last three years, even that has gone. Living next to me was a mother with her 26-year-old son, Dima. Dima worked for a computer repair company. His mother was a rather strict woman, about 55, who worked as a school teacher. Somehow, the brides Dima brought home, whom his mother rejected, completely broke him, and he stopped trying to get married. He wandered around bars and discos, and spent his evenings disappearing into the gym.

When my computer broke down, I couldn't catch him for a long time to ask him to repair it. I passed the request through his mother, but knowing her temperament, I didn't have much hope.

 — Yes, maybe an hour or a little more.

 — Then, Dima, you sit here, and I'll go take a shower so as not to waste time. I'll be quick.

 — Yes! Of course — he said. And he started watching TV. Taking off my robe and turning on the faucet, I stood under the shower. And then something happened that probably shouldn't have. Dima walked into the shower in his t-shirt and jeans, hugged me standing under the water, and started kissing me.

I was so surprised I lost my speech. He kissed my face, my chest, and got completely soaked. What are you doing? I protested. Stop it. But he didn't stop, and kneeling down, he started kissing me between my legs.

I tried to push his head away, but he hugged my legs, and I couldn't move him. And when his tongue touched my pussy, slightly opening it, a wave of excitement ran through me. I could no longer control myself. I was saying no, what are you doing, but my body was spreading my legs wider and wider, letting his tongue penetrate deeper and deeper. While licking my pussy, he started pulling off his wet t-shirt with one hand, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down along with his underwear. Then he stood up, and they fell to the floor. I also started kissing him. Under my hands, I felt his firm, young body. Lowering my hand, I found his cock and balls. He wasn't fully ready yet, so I squatted down, took him in my mouth, and started sucking and jerking him off until he was hard. When his tool was sticking out like a stick, he turned me around, bent me over a little, and entered me.

Sitting on top of him, I took his cock in my hand and slowly started inserting it into my anus; he closed his eyes in pleasure. I loved being fucked in the ass so much. Once he was fully inside me, I started caressing my pussy and rising and sitting down on his big cock. When I felt the first shot of cum from his tip, a shiver ran through me, and I momentarily lost consciousness. The orgasm was staggering. When Dima came over a couple of days later, I didn't open the door for him and generally started avoiding him. After a few weeks, I started feeling nauseous; all the signs pointed to pregnancy. To confirm, I took a test, and it turned out to be true. I was over the moon with joy. By winter, I already knew I was having a girl. And literally before giving birth, Dima's mother, my neighbor, came to me. I was ready for a confrontation and immediately told her from the doorstep that I had no claims against Dima. The child would be mine and only mine. I am grateful to your son for such a gift to me, and I am grateful to you. If you want to consider her your granddaughter and be nearby, I have no objection.

 — Dear, I am so happy that I will have a granddaughter, and I came so that you could be together, as he loves you and is suffering without you.

From the maternity hospital, my friend, Dima's mother, and Dima met me and Lisa. We have been living together for two years now, and I am three months pregnant. To say I am happy is an understatement.