My mother's friend

"She walked into the trap herself — by becoming my mother's friend…"

My mom has a little friend — a classmate from her institute days.

between the legs! For "convenience," I even dragged over the neighbor's mangy dog to "play" with it under the table and, that way, stay there for a long time, completely legitimately. Yes, I was wise beyond my years! While my peers were enthusiastically playing on the Dandy, Sega, and Tetris, I was playing more interesting games! How many grown-up aunts' panties did I see… mmmm, I can't even count!

So, Elina Viktorovna — she wasn't like my aunt, who showed me everything on purpose. The erotic spectacle usually ended at knee level, where the skirt began. She always kept her legs together. Only once, while I was under the table, she crossed one leg over the other and I caught a glimpse of her white panties. That thrilling moment was enough for me to jerk off afterwards with manic obsession until I was drenched in sweat.

And a few years ago, I started seriously eyeing her. Elina Viktorovna lives near St. Petersburg — in Tosno. And when she visited, she would sit for a long time with my mom, drinking tea and discussing all sorts of women's nonsense. Usually, after such gatherings, lately, I would give her a ride to the spot where she caught the regular bus. But once, when my mom had another relative visiting from Belarus, I faked a flat tire on the way with Elina. And we, naturally, missed her bus. The next one was several hours away. I called my mother and proudly announced this "news." She told me to take Elina Viktorovna… to my place! In principle, she had stayed overnight at my parents' before. But that was at their place! And now, a distant relative was staying with the folks. Elina, after talking with my mom (I handed her the phone), hesitantly agreed. This opened up very good possibilities.

I brought her to my place. Just the fact that the woman I'd long wanted to try on my dick was in my house lifted my spirits… and not just them. After carefully setting up the sofa bed in the living room and making it with bedding, I showed her the bed. Elina Viktorovna felt awkward. I want to dedicate a couple of words right away to her traits, temperament, and character, so my motives are clear later.

I often heard during her conversations with my mother something like:

— Oh, Maria, it's all so complicated here, it's easier to just hide in a corner and keep quiet into a rag!

Or this:

— Masha! I'm telling you! Just touch it, and such a thing will start (she was talking about her daughter), that it's better not to interfere! You'll be listening to it for a week afterwards!

And this:

— You, Masha, can knock some sense into them! But I… eh, it's better to leave everything as is and turn a blind eye.

And even this:

— … Let it be, as it will be… What will be, will be…

All of the above painted an excellent prospect for me: to fuck this Hen repeatedly.

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While Elina sat modestly on a chair, I, for a greater chance of success, took out a bottle of wine with "filling"! I have plenty of these "tools" in my supplies. I always have some wine prepared in advance, slightly diluted with sake (it doesn't give itself away by smell or taste), but it knocks your block off like a samurai sword — completely!

I recently "treated" my own mother to such a delicacy… she got so "brave" that, unashamedly, she put her feet on my lap and asked for a foot massage! I really limited myself to that. But I got aroused, frankly speaking: not childishly, touching my mother's feet!

— Sasha, it's late already. We should go to bed! — the Hen exclaimed.

— Come on, Elina Viktorovna, you're at my place for the first time in ages! Let's have some red! Tomorrow is Sunday anyway, you'll go home an hour earlier or later. And in the morning we might even drop by mom's, you can chat, — I had already poured her a glass and was unwrapping a box of marzipan brought from Tallinn itself. — Here, take it! — I handed her the wine and candies.

— Oh, I really don't know. Maybe we shouldn't? — she started her nonsense.

— We should, we should! — I put the glass in her hand and placed the box on her lap. My dick pulsed responsively in my pants. Her legs were so cute: neat, in tights, toes with a neat pedicure.

She drank uncertainly. Had a candy. I poured more.

— Oh! A second one?! — the Hen fussed.

— And a third will be! As God commanded! — I cut her off right away.

Quickly pouring a third, then a fourth, and a fifth. The Hen liked being taken care of. I, like a waiter at a decent Armenian establishment, courteously served my mother's friend.

Elina Viktorovna got completely plastered.

— That's it! All-all-all! I'm going to take a shower, — Elina stood up and, swaying, went towards the bathroom, wiggling her ass. After she washed up and went to the living room, I also went to rinse off. When I came out, I put shorts on my bare ass and knocked on her door.

— Elina Viktorovna, excuse me, can I ask something?

— Yes… Of course! — a voice sounded. — Come in!

I entered. Elina was lying under the blanket. It's so intimate when you're in the same room with a woman! If it were light, she would have seen my shorts bulging.

I sat on a chair and moved closer to the sofa. She turned on the nightlight.

— Elina Viktorovna, you, as an experienced woman, tell me? Just between us? We're friends, right? I can't discuss this with my mother, but you know everything about us! I trust you. If, let's say, a man, let's call it that, can't find a girlfriend for a long time — what does he need to change about himself? What to do? — I started my well-worn record.

— Well, Sasha,… you'd ask something easier? I just… just don't know what to advise you… — she took the floor. — Wh-what exactly isn't working?

— Everything! Meeting someone — doesn't work! And with those I know, starting a relationship — doesn't work!… Well, and about sex… I apologize for the details… I'm just silent about that… — I added gloomily.

Elina Viktorovna lifted the pillow and shifted to a half-sitting position, pulling the blanket up to her neck.

— Sex… that's a separate topic…

— Elina Viktorovna, may I switch to "you"? I'm kind of embarrassed otherwise.

— Yes… let's use "you," — the woman, drunk out of her mind, agreed.

— Here you are, i.e., you — smart, beautiful! Gave birth and raised such a worthy daughter! — I started with the most powerful weapon — flattery. — How did you manage all that?!

— Oh, you said so much: smart… beautiful!… It's nice… And about the daughter… you're mistaken… A bloodsucker, not a daughter… Dragged my soul out with her demands! And her mother doesn't suit her this way or that! Already and I myself… can't figure out, where did I miss it? Where didn't I keep an eye out?

— What-what didn't you figure out? — I asked, slowly moving closer to her, onto the edge of the sofa.

She could barely move her tongue.

— … Huh? Yes, I'm saying, I don't know where I overlooked it?..

. With my daughter…

— And what does she want? What is she unhappy about?

The Hen slowly began a story about her problems with her daughter.

— … It's all so complicated… With them… This youth… — she told me, almost falling asleep.

— Elina?… — I couldn't stand it anymore. My dick was painfully hard from the thoughts that I could touch this bitch. — Elina?

— … Huh?… — she came to a little.

I slowly slipped my hand under the blanket and slid up her hot leg to her panties.

— S-s-sasha! What are you doing?!… Wh-what… are you d-doing?! — she stirred.

— Shh! Elina! I want you! — I already hooked her panties with my fingers.

— Sa… sha! You… What? — she moved her legs. — I c-can't!

— Just once! Please! I want you! — shifting the panties, I touched her bare, hairy pussy with my palm. — Elina! Don't resist! Once! No one will know! This will be our secret! You're an insanely beautiful woman! I can't resist! You just drive me crazy!

While we had a little scuffle, the blanket slipped off and I realized she was naked! "Right! Where would she have clothes from? — it suddenly dawned on me. — She didn't plan to stay overnight as a guest."

The Hen continued to resist — moving her limbs. But it wasn't resistance, more like ineffective, chaotic movements of her arms and legs. From the thought that I was about to fuck Elina Viktorovna, my "roof was coming off"!

— Elina! Quiet! — as much as the situation allowed, I kissed her on the lips. Stuck my tongue in her mouth and touched her tongue.

The tension was building! My pulse was firing like a Kalashnikov! With my other hand, I grabbed Elina by the breast. Mmmm, so pliable, tender! So, here's the nipple! Let's roll it! Yes! Getting hard! Good! So, let's knead the pussy! My fingers fell between her labia and I felt hot, soft flesh! Let's spread it a little wider! The panties made a tearing sound! Aha, like that! Let's knead some more! Excellent!

A woman is a woman! It got wet between her legs.

— No! S-sasha! No! — she begged.

— YES! YES!

Now she'll give in!! And will give in many more times afterwards! And will keep quiet!

Elina Viktorovna's pussy flowed like a squeezed lemon. I pulled her to the middle of the bed. Tearing the panties, I tried to spread her legs.

— Elina! No one will know! Don't be difficult! Let's fuck?! — although I could already not ask, I could already rape this Hen! — Come on! Just once! — I said for decency's sake, taking off my shorts.

She continued attempts to resist, trying to push me away with her foot on my chest. I continued grabbing her wet pussy. From our scuffle, my fingers carelessly slightly penetrated her inside. She sobbed loudly:

— Pl-please!!

I started playing with my fingers, moving them and sliding them a bit back and forth. The pussy started leaking abundantly and opened up. I had no more doubts that my mom's friend would now have sex with me. And what sex!

— Come on! Elina, I like you! I've been dreaming about you for a long time!

After these words, she, reluctantly, but still, submitted to my will. Relaxed and unwillingly spread her legs. I hooked them behind my back. With my thumb, I stroked her hairy pussy, and greedily impaled her on my dick. For more than half an hour, I maniacally pounded her front. She didn't scream, a pity! That would have added charm to our secret. Elina breathed very touchingly and, from excitement, sweated. Her tits, which I periodically grabbed, were wet, sticky. Only at the end, when I myself was about to cum, she slightly squeezed me with her legs, wrapping them around my torso, and moaned almost inaudibly. She did get pleasure after all! Holding onto her breasts, I shook her body a little more, satisfying my lust.

After sex, we lay until morning. We never managed to fall asleep that night.

In the morning, she simply got up, wanted to put on her panties, but demonstratively inspected them and tossed them aside.

— I need new panties, these are torn, — she stated dryly, with reproach. — Wonderful, oh damn! Now your mother will kill me!

— Elina, no one will kill anyone! And we'll go buy lingerie right now — that's not a problem at all, — I encouraged the woman. — You're wonderful! I've never had sex like that! — I hugged her and tried to kiss her, but she gently pushed me away.

— I want to go home, — she started to be capricious.

— I'll take you. We'll go to the store now, then to a restaurant, and then home.

— How can I look your mother in the eyes now? I'll give myself away! She'll understand everything right away!

— As usual, come on, a grown woman had sex, what's the big deal? — I defused the arising tension.

She went to the shower. Then put on tights, a skirt, a bra, and a blouse. I didn't make her wait long, quickly got dressed, and we went to Mega.

In the store, she chose panties, came up to me, and said:

— These.

I bought them. Leaving the store, she went to the restroom. She was gone for a long time, and I started to think she had run away… But no, Elina Viktorovna returned. Approaching me proudly, she decisively blurted out:

— I want a new dress! — Elina wanted to save face and demanded satisfaction.

— Elina Viktorovna, we'll buy many different dresses! Whatever you want! Right now! — and I took her by the hand.

Elina was taken aback; she probably thought there would be some dissatisfaction on my part. A satisfied spark of relief flashed in her eyes, and we went for a dress. I thought she would take full revenge. But, to my surprise, she chose a rather modest dress and showed it to me. I agreed but offered her, on my own initiative, to buy another one — for going out. On the condition that she would try it on and show it to me. Elina nodded her head approvingly.

— I like it!

I bought it.

So Sunday passed. In the evening, I took her home with a huge bouquet of flowers. Saying goodbye, I kissed her deeply on the lips, gently stroking her ass.

A week later, we continued our shopping rendezvous, where I bought Elina a couple of outfits for "special purposes." Taking her home, she suddenly asked:__P_END