My turn

"Ooooh... ooooh," she moaned, "please stooop... ple-e-e-ease..." she moaned as the huge, hairy cock of the old drunk Uncle Tolik mercilessly pounded her ass— "I be... see... ech you," she continued to moan, accompanied by the slapping sounds of his belly against her buttocks— "I ca... n't take it anymooore," she moaned, shuddering. Her legs suddenly trembled and began to buckle despite her attempts to stay upright, but there was nowhere for her to fall; the upper part of her torso was tightly wedged between an old table and a cupboard pressing down on her from above.

"Ooooh," the 50-year-old

grandfather, who had been fucking her for the last 20 minutes, growled with pleasure this time. He made two more attempts to drive it as deep as possible into her ass, but with that size and diameter, it was almost impossible. And without managing to shove it all the way in, he came inside her. I saw his black cock—black either from age or simply from not having been washed in a very long time—pulsating, releasing streams of semen inside. This lasted for a few seconds, and then he pulled it out.

"Aaah," Mom cried out softly. I looked at that gaping hole with white foam around it and at the trickle of semen flowing out of it, dripping down onto the vagina from which our combined juices with Sasha were still leaking a little. My turn, I thought joyfully...

Preface

I had an ordinary, average family—a father constantly away on business trips and a mother who commanded everyone and everything, a perpetually angry little tyrant. And since my father was rarely home, and the neighbors, except for a couple of equally bitchy friends, weren't eager to befriend her, I was the only one in constant subjugation. I won't even talk about how she constantly forbade me everything; much more interesting is that, due to circumstances, there were no girls my age in the yard, no one had heard of the internet in those days, and the only "young" women were my mom and her friends of the same age, 30-40 years old, and all of them, as if on cue, had big, juicy asses. So it's no surprise that the first person I wanted and the one I thought about when I first masturbated was my own mother. As a rule, I would secretly take her panties (among dozens of pairs, there were only a couple of thongs) and masturbate, thinking about how I would fuck her in all her holes, always cumming inside, or about how I wanted her to find a younger lover with a huge cock who would fuck her properly (preferably with the opportunity to secretly peek, of course). Then I would always cum carefully on her panties, always on the part that was supposed to be closest to the vagina. Then I would hide them, waiting for them to dry, or quickly dry them on the radiator, and put them back in the closet.

The thought that she was always wearing panties generously and repeatedly soaked in my semen in the vaginal area wildly aroused me, and over time, I started specifically monitoring which panties she had just washed and taking them to cum on several times even before they dried on the balcony where she hung them. This lasted for 7 long years, and during that time, she never once wore "clean" panties... I knew what all her panties looked like, always knew which ones she was wearing at the moment (determined by which ones were missing from the closet and the dryer), and always knew when I had last cum on them... Over time, I even learned to determine when her period was due, and knowing which panties she wore on those days, I would specifically cum on them several times the day before, sometimes even drying them poorly. I got off on the thought that she had just put on panties still quite wet from my semen. Later, I noticed that stains that wouldn't come out started appearing on her panties from my semen, but she apparently decided it was from her own discharge. She also didn't notice that sometimes her panties between the legs were stiff/unbendable, as if they had been starched (they became like that when the semen was especially thick). And this continued right up until the day I'll describe below.

I was already 18, but coming of age didn't bring me sex. Moreover, skinny peers didn't attract me at all, while 40-year-old, full-figured neighbors always gave me a powerful erection. My father, as always, was traveling, escaping the house that way, and my mother was busy with her gardening or disappearing into the storage room where all her treasures were kept, from plant pots with soil to all sorts of jars of vegetables and various old and unnecessary things, all stored in old cupboards or on shelves. Walking under them was scary; it always seemed like everything would collapse on you. But this didn't scare my mother; on the contrary, she kept bringing new jars of pickles and other heavy things there every year. She spent so much time there that I sometimes even laughed to myself that if she had a lover, he would have to fuck her right there in the storage room, risking his own life.

One day, having skipped the last four classes, I, knowing that my mother had gone to work, hurried home. I was desperate to jerk off and cum all over her new white panties, which she had bought for herself the day before yesterday, for some unknown "special occasion." But right by the entrance, I met my friend Sasha with his dog. Sasha and I were the only kids in the neighborhood, which, understandably, made us best childhood friends. Sasha's mom had a small mutt, and Sasha was often forced to walk it. He, in turn, didn't express much dissatisfaction because he really loved smoking cigarettes, which, despite being 18, he still hid from his parents for some reason, and he was always smoking, trying not to get caught, and I, as his best friend, occasionally kept him company in this.

And this time, Sasha greeted me with the phrase:

"Hey, is anyone at your place?"

"No," I answered, figuring out how to get rid of the annoying friend and feeling growing excitement from the impatience to get busy.

"Then let's smoke at your place," Sasha suggested.

"Can't, Mom should be home for lunch soon," I answered, naively hoping he would back off.

"Then maybe—" he hesitated, "in your storage room... like last time," he added, looking at me with a pleading gaze.

"Alright, but quietly and quickly," I answered, estimating in my mind how much time I would have left for masturbation before Mom came home from work. "Hold on, I'll just get the keys," I added, quickly stepping into the entrance.

The keys weren't at home, but there were no signs that Mom had returned from work early either. She probably took them with her, I thought (Mom had a habit of doing something in the storage room first thing in the morning before going to work) and decided to go back and tell Sasha that the storage room wouldn't work either. But going outside and reaching the storage room, next to which Sasha was waiting impatiently, I noticed that the padlock wasn't on the door and that the storage room was open. Pointing my finger at the open padlock and pressing it to my lips, I let Sasha know that someone might be inside, and I quietly started opening the door. On tiptoe, silently, I slipped inside, and Sasha did the same behind me. We quietly walked around two long rows of shelves made of planks and old cupboards that stood right in front of the entrance and blocked the inner part of the storage room (once, Mom had asked Dad to move them like that so that from the yard, no one could see what she was doing in the storage room, even if the door was wide open). Entering the inner part of the storage room, I froze in shock and amazement.

A light bulb was shining brightly right under the ceiling, and in the far corner of the storage room, legs and an ass were sticking out of one of the cupboards. Apparently, she was trying to get something from inside, and at that time, the upper shelves couldn't bear the weight of all the junk she had been piling on them over the years and collapsed on her back in such a way that the entire upper part of her torso was irrevocably stuck inside the cupboard. She was still trying to get out, but it was clear that without outside help, she had no chance. specially for .org So she stood there like the letter "G," her skirt hitched up high, apparently during her attempts to escape when she was pushing her feet against the cupboard, and her underwear staring at me were those very "new" white panties she had recently bought for herself,

and which I had planned to cum all over just 5 minutes ago. But they weren't white anymore; they were dirty and wet. Apparently, standing here like this since morning, she couldn't hold it and had peed herself right in her panties... my guesses were confirmed by the puddle of urine under her feet.

And while I was coming out of the stupor from what I saw, the mutt that Sasha was walking and which had run into the storage room after us ran up to my mother and, placing its front paws on the lower shelf, started licking Mom between her legs. Mom instinctively tried to push it away with her foot, but the dog growled very viciously and continued licking her panties.

"Go away, ugh," my mother began, trying to push it away again, but the dog growled again, this time more threateningly. "Ugh, leave me alone," Mother pleaded. "Is there anyone here?" Mother asked. And before I could answer, my friend Sasha walked up to her and, instead of answering, moved the wet panties aside, giving the dog full access to her labia and clitoris.

Seeing for the first time in my life the pussy I had wanted to fuck my whole life and which Barsik was now licking so fiercely and strangely, I got wildly aroused. My hand instinctively reached for my cock, and Sasha, who was looking at me at that time, only smiled understandingly and started unbuttoning his jeans.

"Okay, quickly, get the dog away," Mom said in a commanding tone. "These jokes will cost you dearly. Get the mutt away immediately and help me get out." Barsik's tongue was working at full capacity at this time; he was no longer limited to just external licking but also periodically got inside, not forgetting the clitoris either, and at her attempts to push him away with her foot, he continued to growl threateningly. I was already kneading my cock through my jeans, and Sasha, standing next to them and having pulled out his cock, started jerking off. This continued for about 5 minutes.

"I said get the mutt away," Mother shouted. In response, only the slurping of Barsik's tongue and his light growling could be heard. "Please, take the dog away, it hurts," Mom pleaded again after a few minutes. "Please, stop this."

Looking at me, Sasha walked over to them, still slowly jerking off his cock with his left hand, and pulled Barsik away by the collar. Giving me a meaningful look with a smile, he turned back to my mother and, seemingly with one motion, hitched her skirt even higher and pulled her panties all the way down.

"What are you doing?" Mother shouted, while Sasha stood close to her and, helping himself with his right hand, slowly ran it between the halves of her ass and her labia all the way down to her clitoris. "Let me go..." The last sound got stuck in her throat as at that time his cock slowly sank into her.

"N-no. Stop," Mother began to wail while his cock continued to slowly go in and out. "Please, don't do this, I have a husband..." Sasha continued to fuck her, slowly picking up speed.

"...I'll sue you, you'll go to jail..." Suddenly, she stopped pleading and started threatening, but this only seemed to spur him on; he suddenly started harshly driving his cock all the way to his balls, so that her entire ass shuddered. He had been pounding her for more than five minutes, and her mouth still wouldn't close. "This is rape, you'll go to jail, stop immediately..." accompanied by the slapping sounds of his thighs against her buttocks.

"Our Father..." Mother suddenly began to pray aloud, although she had never been a devout Christian. "Who art in... A-a-a-a-a," Mother suddenly growled, and I saw a whole wave of trembling pass through her body, while Sasha, gripping her thighs with both hands, continued to fuck her fiercely. "A-a-a-a-u-u-u-u-uahhh... yes... ooooh," suddenly burst out of her, to my surprise. For a minute, she fell silent, apparently realizing what she had said, and then started moaning again. She continued to tremble, and from the side, it seemed like her prolonged orgasm would never end. Sasha continued to fuck her furiously. At some point, he turned to me, looked me in the eyes while continuing to fuck her, and then looked for a long time at my cock, which I was jerking off with all my might, holding back with the last of my strength not to cum... I wanted to cum in her.

"O-oooh," Mom growled, not very loudly... and his pounding still didn't stop... At some point, he gestured for me to come over. Probably wants to whisper something to me, I thought, and reluctantly walked over to him, but as soon as I approached them, he suddenly stopped sharply. His cock was deep inside her, and on his face, I saw an expression of satisfaction. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled it out. I was surprised that his cock was a bit smaller and thinner than mine, even though Sasha was a whole head taller. And he, taking a step back, pushed me toward her with his right hand. He didn't need to push me twice. Taking another step, I inserted my cock into her vagina... "O-o-oh..." Mom moaned as if in surprise.

Inside, it was very hot, and wet, and even a bit tight, and when I entered her completely, I understood why he had called me over immediately... inside, she was full of his semen, and apparently, he didn't want a single drop to spill before I entered.

I didn't fuck her for long, enjoying her ass with my hands. The 15 minutes of masturbation while Sasha was pounding her led to me feeling a tremor inside her and cumming together with her after a few minutes.

"A-a-h," I exclaimed, forgetting that I needed to be quiet. I don't know if Mom recognized my voice, but I felt her vagina tense up strongly, squeezing my cock. I had barely managed to pull my cock out of her when Sasha, who was already standing nearby, pushed me aside with his hand and immediately drove his cock inside, starting to fuck her again.

"O-o-o-o," Mother moaned. This time, he fucked her even longer, and as soon as he came, I immediately replaced him. Inside her was v-very much semen, which was already splashing out during the pounding. The second time, I couldn't cum for 20 minutes and fucked her for so long that by the end, she had even stopped moaning and was only breathing loudly, with waves of trembling periodically running through her body. Finally, driving it deep, I came in her, again feeling her vagina squeeze my pulsating penis.

Slowly pulling it out of Mom and watching as streams of semen immediately began to flow out of her, I turned to Sasha and froze. Sasha stood pale with fear, looking at the exit of the storage room, where the drunk old man Uncle Tolya stood, leaning on one of the shelves. Now we're done for, I thought, horrified at estimating how many years I would get for raping my mother. And at that time, the old drunk, who first looked at my cock, then at me, then at Mom's ass and legs down which semen was flowing, suddenly, staggering, moved toward us. He reeked of vodka from a meter away, and when he approached, I instinctively stepped aside. He didn't even pay attention to me; first, he examined the shelves that were pinning Mom down, then grabbed her ass with both hands, then carefully spread her wet labia with his hands, and after thinking for a few seconds, silently stuck a finger in her ass.

"Ooh... please don't do that," Mom said softly, but Uncle Tolik acted as if he didn't hear. After wiggling his finger a bit in her ass, he shoved another one in after it. "O-o-o-o," Mom moaned. Pulling his fingers out of her ass, he suddenly bent over and spat thickly on her anus, then straightened up and started unbuttoning his pants. "Oh God, this old drunk bum who's been homeless for a year now is going to fuck my mother in the ass with his dirty cock," I thought in horror, watching as he pulled a huge cock out of his pants, the likes of which I hadn't even seen in porn. His was already standing firmly, and without thinking twice, he aimed the head at Mom's ass.

"Aaaa," Mother screamed, but he still managed to enter her on the second attempt. His fingers dug firmly into her thighs, and he