A break in business

I found her ad on some dating site – "a young, attractive woman without complexes, but with financial problems, would like to meet a generous gentleman..." I don't know what caught my attention, there are plenty of such open offers of one's body on the Net now, but I didn't slack off and wrote some little letter. Actually, I didn't even write it, I just blatantly copied it from some little newspaper with personal ads. There are many heart-rending letters there from "beautiful, smart, honest, etc., etc.", though briefly sitting behind bars, but those are just details. But what letters they write... In short, I wrote and forgot. Then

work came up, I had to visit an Eastern country. Yes, I forgot to say, my profession is very amusing, I'm an industrial spy. There are no secrets from me, I have a lot of money, one trouble – for some reason people don't like it when you steal their secrets or technologies. That's what happened this time too, I successfully stole samples of artificial diamonds grown using some latest technology, but didn't have time to hand them over to the client. The security service of the robbed company was "hanging" on my heels, and according to rumors, these guys didn't waste time on sermons and empty talk. I miraculously got out of the country, but decided to lay low for a while somewhere in a quiet corner. Changing my documents and slightly altering my appearance, I went to Prague. After all, closer to home, people of quite Slavic blood and an exceptionally corrupt and thoroughly venal police. I rented a small villa in the suburban area with a charming view of the Vltava, and most importantly, with good all-round visibility. Probably, earlier on the site of the cottage stood some baronial castle, this place was just too suitable for defense. However, I hoped it wouldn't come to defense. I stocked up on provisions for a couple of months ahead, to appear in the city less often, connected the computer to the Internet and began to enjoy a well-deserved rest, through the computer, watching how the search for me was going. That's when it all started.

"I didn't believe until the last minute that it wasn't a prank!" she confessed.

I just smirked, would I waste time on pranks. Having recovered a bit from the first impression, I looked for Anton with my eyes and saw him behind his mom's back. Here the resemblance to the photo was even less. In the photo, I saw a meek, slicked-down kid, and here... A typical street teenager, that's what I call this breed. Short haircut, black T-shirt with a portrait of some fashionable degenerate, long shorts of unimaginable acid shades, hands covered in stickers, like tattoos, and sneakers with thick soles. I snorted again, figuring that Angela probably had a hard time managing such a son. However, that didn't concern me now. I picked up their things, and skillfully maneuvering through the crowd of those meeting and seeing off, headed to the parking lot where I had left my Range Rover. Angela looked at my car monster in surprise but said nothing, although I clearly understood that she didn't ride in such cars and their owners, apparently, were firmly associated with bandits in her mind. I didn't engage in eliminating thinking stereotypes, but simply seated mom and son in the car and drove home. We had to drive through old Prague. The whole way Angela was shocked into silence and only looked at the opening views: St. Vitus Cathedral, the Old Town Hall, the National Museum. Even Anton lost his feigned self-confidence and looked out the jeep's window with his mouth open. My "estate" amazed them even more. Probably, it's not easy to go from a small, cramped one-room apartment to a building where even I sometimes get confused in the layout. Her astonished exclamations didn't subside for a long time in this huge house, pleasing me with their spontaneity. Anton, however, discovered a pool in the yard (heated, by the way), and forgetting about us with mom, immediately undressed and plopped into the crystal-clear water.

"I didn't think this was actually possible...," Angela uttered, stunned

finally appearing on the veranda.

"Well, why not? Aren't there such cottages in Russia now?" I asked.

"There are, of course, but I never thought I'd see them from the inside," Angela laughed.

She had managed to change, and now was dressed in a tight, form-fitting dress, tightly cinched at the

waist. I looked over her figure with pleasure, she intercepted my appraising glance and,

laughing, spun on her heels, giving an opportunity to examine her from all sides.

"What do you say, mister?" she laughed.

"Top class!" I muttered, usually I don't let the initiative slip from my hands, but here

I was clearly outdone.

"What shall we drink?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter!" she waved her hand, sinking into the armchair opposite me, "I'm not a connoisseur!"

Then, may I offer the lady a banal "Martini" on the rocks?

"The lady agrees! Especially since I've read a lot but never tried it!"

I sighed, poured her a "Martini", threw in a few ice cubes, ceremoniously handed her the glass, and poured myself a glass of vodka, I needed to put my thoughts in order. I was gearing up for a month of complete debauchery in the company of a pretty woman, but now I wasn't very sure I could persuade her to have sex somewhere inappropriate. We clinked glasses, and I drained mine in one gulp. Angela drank slowly, savoring the sensations.

"Not bad!" she said, finishing the rest.

"Another?" I winked.

"You may!" she permitted. Angela half-rose for a second, glanced at the pool, and making sure her child wasn't about to drown, sank back into the armchair and handed

me her glass.

We had another, then another again. Alcohol gradually eased the tension and loosened tongues. I chatted with her with delight about all sorts of nonsense. She was more than a brilliant conversationalist, it seemed there was no topic she couldn't support. Meanwhile, the sun was taking its rights and starting to beat down. In Prague

hot days were standing and now Angela and I already felt it.

"Don't you want to freshen up?" I finally asked her, nodding towards the pool.

"I could, but a swimsuit would take a long time to find...," she explained with a sigh.

"Come on!" I got indignant, "That closet is full of swimsuits!"

She looked at me in surprise, and I hurried to explain.

"It's customary here, I the owner always keep a sufficient quantity of swimming

attire. Don't worry, everything is new, in packaging, just choose one in your size!"

"I'll try...," she still said uncertainly and headed to the closet.

She was gone for about fifteen minutes. I was about to go to the rescue when she finally appeared in the doorway. I was stunned. What she had on could hardly be called a swimsuit. A tiny triangle in front, and two circles barely covering her nipples.

"There's nothing more decent there...," she said confusedly.

"Hmm... this is quite... decent!" I said with enthusiasm, shedding my clothes and

remaining in my trunks.

"Yes... I'm not a prude, of course, but... Anton...?"

"Didn't you say you were a 'woman without complexes'?" I squinted.

"Well, yes... but..."

"No 'buts'!" I said firmly, picked her up in my arms and carried her to the pool. She playfully resisted, but I felt she liked such treatment.

Anton froze in shock when his mom and I plopped into the water. I knew that when we approached the pool, he had a wonderful view of mom's ass from below. I watched the boy with interest, and he, not embarrassed by me at all, swam around his mom, contemplating what could be seen in the shimmering water. I started to like the situation. We swam and fooled around to our heart's content. Angela got quite used to the fact that her body was on display for her son and was no longer embarrassed by his immodest glances. I liked her more and more, now I was sure I hadn't made a mistake in my choice. Finally, we climbed out of the pool and decided to have a snack. I didn't let them get dressed and we sat on the high veranda like that – Anton and I in trunks, and Angela... well, practically naked. We chatted again, drank a little, in short, had a great time. Until evening we either got into the pool or rested on the veranda. I can't remember anything better. Only when the sun disappeared behind the Gothic towers of the old town, we decided the day had been hard and it was time for us to sleep. Though, one small question remained, which I decided to clarify immediately.

"Angela, aren't you afraid to sleep alone?" I asked her, looking into her big green eyes.

"Oh! Terribly afraid!" she laughed. The question was settled!

We put Anton to bed in the neighboring bedroom, and settled ourselves in my bedroom.

"Wow!" escaped Angela when she saw the size of the bed.

"Enough?" I laughed.

"Well, if... you don't need a long run-up!" she answered in my tone. It was

easy and pleasant with her.

I gladly pulled off the remnants of her clothes and threw her into bed. I won't describe what happened next, take any romance novel, they're full of such scenes. I can say one thing – she was beyond all praise. At times, pliable like melted wax, at times seductively stubborn, hot, passionate, tender. I don't have enough laudatory epithets. In sex, she was completely uninhibited and truly recognized no limits. After about four hours, she had no secrets left from me, I knew her from all sides and was convinced she was perfection. When I came for the fifth or sixth time, this time we were doing the "anal sex" variant, I slid off the bed right onto the floor, powerless. I was simply tormented by thirst, but it seemed I had no strength left to get to the bar in the next room. I glanced at Angela. She blissfully stretched out on the bed and was falling asleep before my eyes.

"Thank you, darling! You're just lovely!" she whispered gratefully and sweetly

smacked her lips.

After these words, strength returned to me and I, without even dressing, hobbled to the hall. How surprised I was when I bumped into Anton.

"What? Were you peeping?!" I hissed, glancing back at the bed. The view was enticing, Angela was already asleep, lying on her tummy with her legs spread. I closed the door.

"Yeah, you could have yelled even louder! I thought you'd go until morning!" Anton grumbled,

looking in surprise at my rather large member.

"Even until tomorrow evening, what's it to you?" I got angry, I didn't need

to listen to complaints from a snotty kid, especially one gawking at my male

attributes.

"But I need to go to the toilet!!!" Anton almost cried.

Then I understood everything and almost fell from laughter. The thing is, the previous owner was a rather lazy man. Therefore, there was one small nuance in the house layout, namely – the toilet was behind my bedroom, it was impossible to get there without passing through my room. Anton apparently needed to go to the john at night, and he trudged through the bedroom. However, realizing what we were doing, he stood under the door for a couple of hours, tormented by a full bladder and simultaneously enjoying the spectacle.

"Run, go on! Or you'll make a puddle!" choking with laughter, I ordered him.

He rushed through the bedroom. I went to the bar and poured myself a glass of cold dry wine. Good wine always pleased me, and after such pastime, the taste of wine improves threefold. The thought that Anton had been peeping at us pleasantly excited me. I remembered myself at that age and knew that for a boy it's not very important that the naked aunt is his mom, the main thing is that she's naked. I smirked, imagining what the boy saw, and it turned out he saw quite a lot. Then I realized that Anton should have left the toilet long ago, unless he needed to do a big one. I put down the glass and carefully opened the door. What I saw made my member literally jump. Anton was standing near the headboard of the bed, and, glancing furtively at the door, was furiously jerking his little member. I could see well, and he, engrossed in his activity, lost vigilance and didn't notice the slightly ajar door. The sight excited me. Until that moment, I hadn't noticed in Anton a possible participant in erotic games, now, as if something clicked in my head and thoughts, one more depraved than the other, flooded my consciousness. I swung the door open and quickly covered Anton's mouth, not letting him cry out in fright.

"Quiet, or mom will wake up!" I hissed. He nodded fearfully, and I removed my

palm from the boy's mouth. He looked at me hunted, I just smiled.

"Did you like the view?" I asked.

He nodded embarrassedly, trying to tuck his protruding member into his briefs. I was surprised when I saw its size. Of course, it was a child's member, still quite thin, but in length... I involuntarily imagined what would happen when this toy filled with real male power. Hmm...

"So if you like it, why did you move so far away?" I asked again.

"But... is it possible... closer?" Anton whispered in amazement.

"Of course!" I grinned and carefully approached the sleeping Angela.

Anton also tiptoed closer to me from behind. I glanced at the boy's expectant eyes, and carefully touched his mom's smooth slit with my finger. Anton flinched in fright, but making sure mom wasn't waking up, began to breathe greedily. I smirked to myself and ran my finger more firmly over her labia, the finger slightly penetrated her and immediately gleamed from my sperm and her juices. Anton watched, holding his breath. I grew bolder and began to move my finger inside his mom's vagina. Angela didn't wake up, but spread her legs even more and breathed faster in her sleep. Anton's eyes became as big as saucers, he had already taken out his member and was now kneading it, not embarrassed by me at all. Then a more depraved idea came to my head. I took out my finger, took Anton by the hand and pushed him towards the bed. Not letting him recover, I took his free palm and ran his fingers over his mom's cleft. Anton gasped in fright but didn't remove his hand. His other hand jerked in a continuous rhythm with the speed of a good jackhammer. I removed my hand and watched the boy. He behaved as I expected. Now he didn't care that he was not only jerking off in front of a strange uncle, but also, to this uncle's pleasure, was fingering his sleeping mom. Anton had already gotten a taste and his two fingers also gleamed, diving into mom's cleft. Finally, he froze and I saw that a fair portion of thick sperm splashed onto his palm. Without thinking long, I took his soiled hand and literally shoved the sperm-covered fingers into Angela's pussy. Anton watched my manipulations in amazement, but he clearly liked it all. I decided to entertain myself to the fullest. I led Anton to his mom's face, and, taking his limp little member, wiped it on his mom's lips. I winked at Anton, and he smiled back at me embarrassedly.

"That's it! The show's over! Run to bed and... keep quiet!!!"

Anton rushed off. I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, excited by what I had seen.

In the morning, I woke Angela in an extremely simple way – by having sex with her. She quickly woke up and began to actively help me. The night's events tripled my strength, and I