Sweet watch

Right after the army, without even taking my full leave, I went to work, because I grew up in a working-class family and learned from childhood that you have to earn a good life for yourself, then you'll be happy. My father was a truck driver all his life, my mother worked as a storekeeper at a factory. So, deciding that it was enough of being a burden on my mom and dad, I started building my own life right after the army. At first, I just wanted to live separately and rent an apartment. But then, like many, I succumbed to the temptation of the north and shift work, which promised a decent salary. In the army, I was a Ural driver, and my dad was a driver too, so working on Ural and Kamaz trucks was

my favorite thing. I didn't actually go to the north, but I worked on a shift basis in our own region, though deep in the taiga; the nearest railway station where we delivered timber was twelve kilometers from our camp, and then another four hours by train to the city.

The station was small, but it had a siding and reliably shipped out the timber we brought there, but there was no cell phone service. Otherwise, besides this station, for tens or maybe hundreds of kilometers, there was just taiga with its inhabitants and not a soul, plus a couple of lumberjack camps. There was only one crew of us working, seven people, two of whom were on timber trucks, and the foreman. In our camp, we had a house, though it was more like a barracks, as the house wasn't divided into rooms and inside there was only one large space that served as the kitchen, the foreman's office, and a bedroom with bunk beds, though there was also a small entryway. And we had a bathhouse where we happily washed. We had electricity from the station. So, we lived generally okay, though it's a pity the station was small, about thirty households, and there was nowhere to go out. So sometimes we just howled from boredom, and the foreman didn't let us get too drunk, so we could work in the morning. That's how we worked there for two weeks, then home for a week, and back on shift. And here, the replacement guy got sick or something, and I stayed for another three weeks to haul timber. I called my mom and warned her from a payphone so they wouldn't worry at home. Mom said that in about a week she would definitely come for a day on the train on the weekend, and she wouldn't take any objections from me on the matter, no matter how much I tried to talk her out of it. She said two years in the army was enough for her, and now she wants to see her son, at least sometimes. To her, I was, of course, still a child. I reluctantly agreed, and only because it was August and there were as many porcini mushrooms in the wild forest as there were trees; I said I'd prepare them, and mom would come pick them up, and then dad would meet her with the car.

By Sunday, I had gathered mushrooms, cleaned them, laid them out, everything was ready. Sunday was our only day off. And so it arrived, today my mom was supposed to come to me. Usually, we went to the station in the work truck to the store in the afternoon, but today I had to go in the morning to meet mom from the train. There at the station, everything was close. And we drove up in the work truck practically to the platform. We went to the store, then all together started waiting for mom, since we had, of course, arrived early. Finally, the train arrived. A couple of people got off, and mom. I helped her down and took the bags she brought me, despite how much I tried to dissuade her. I led mom to the work truck. The guys were a bit taken aback, flustered, and greeted her clearly embarrassed. They expected to see just the mother of one of the guys, but here from the train stepped out a beautiful Russian woman in a loose summer dress just below the knees and platform sandals with a fairly high platform. My mom, at forty-three, looked wonderful. Beautiful hair styled in a bob. A lovely, charming face with big eyes and full lips. A good figure with a nice waist, size four breasts, a slight tummy, somewhat plump butt and thighs, and attractive legs that looked very tasty in the sandals. I helped mom into the work truck, the guys all jumped in, and we drove back to the camp. There was only one train running here, and it went back in the evening; I had already arranged with the foreman to take the work truck in the evening and drive mom back. On the way, the guys recovered a bit from the shock and gradually started a casual conversation with mom, every now and then gawking like little kids at her knees and legs. She chatted and joked with them warmly. Upon arrival, I showed mom how we lived, went for a walk in the woods with her, while the guys in the meantime prepared a delicious lunch and set a real festive table.

We all sat down at the table. They showered mom with compliments, saying she was a beautiful addition to their rough male company, and joked that they'd be happy if all the trucks broke down today. We sat for a bit, drank some, then everyone went off to rest, each to their own. Mom and I went a little way into the woods, found a clearing, and sat there talking. Time was approaching evening, and we went back to the camp. There, everyone saw us off together, loaded us into the work truck, and after thanking mom for coming, finally let us go. I started the work truck and headed for the station. And wouldn't you know it, this jalopy broke down halfway there. By the time I figured out the engine and got this wreck started, there was no point in going for the train; it was clear we were late. And we returned to the camp. In the camp, the guys were ashamed about the vehicle. But there was much more joy, and they immediately started preparing a festive dinner anew. They quickly made up the lower bunk by the wall for mom and had her rest by the TV, not even letting her near the dinner preparations. Soon dinner was ready, and everyone sat down at the table together. Mom was a real celebration. For men starved for weeks away from home and a bit drunk, she was the most desired and coveted thing in the world right now, and they almost took turns declaring their love to her. Of course, carefully and gallantly, so as not to offend me. Mom cheerfully interacted with everyone and playfully, flirtatiously responded to all the compliments and propositions from the drunk men. So by the end of the evening, they were almost directly suggesting she go to the bathhouse with them. She just laughed it off. Then I took mom to the house to sleep. We curtained off the lower bunk of the bunk bed by the wall with blankets for her. And she calmly took off her dress and lay down to sleep in this curtained-off corner. I returned to the table. I sympathetically felt sorry for the guys. Mom really was very seductive and bold, flirted with them a lot; of course, if it weren't for me, they would have torn her apart. We sat a bit longer with the guys and then also went to sleep.

Everyone lay down. The guys quickly quieted down and started snoring. I wasn't sleeping, as I involuntarily worried about mom sleeping right here. I was lying a bit farther away on the top bunk, and I could clearly see mom's corner. I was starting to doze off when suddenly I heard rustling in the bed of the young lumberjack, then footsteps. I half-opened my eyes and saw him carefully tiptoeing to mom's bed. I didn't have time to say anything, to object, as he dove under the blankets onto mom. I remained with my head raised and mouth slightly open. From under the blankets came movements and rustling, but not a sound from mom; probably the guy covered her mouth with his hand so she wouldn't cry out.

 — Shh, or you'll wake your son and everyone else, he warned quietly.

From under the blankets came the sounds of a man moving on a woman, barely audible sighs from mom, and the smacking of lips kissing mom's naked body. The smacking moved to the area of mom's breasts, lingered there a bit, then moved to her head, and the sounds of kisses were clearly heard. Everything was clearly audible in the absolute silence of the room. But mom naively thought they weren't making noise and everyone was asleep, and this guy was an idiot, could have thought of something smarter. Taking such a risk. I probably would have killed him if mom had objected even a little. But he probably also thought I was asleep and boldly smacked while kissing mom on the mouth, breasts, and neck. The forest silence practically hid nothing.

I just lay there with my head raised and calmly watched the blanket curtain covering mom shaking violently. Some of the guys had also sat up; turns out not everyone was asleep. Some hadn't planned to sleep at all, except for old Mikhalych and the foreman. Four guys, just like me, were watching the curtained corner, but they were also looking at me, waiting to see how I would react. They were lucky; mom didn't make a sound of protest, and I just nodded my head angrily.

From under the blankets came rustling of a man removing panties from a woman and then his own. A moment of silence, and then a sharp, sweet sigh from my mom; she almost cried out. And the disorderly rustling turned into even rocking and mom's deep breathing. The rocking and sighs kept speeding up and speeding up. Suddenly they stopped. Rustling of the guy moving towards mom's head and sounds of a cock being sucked, intermittent male breathing, and a sigh of relief at the end.

I lay down and pretended to be asleep so as not to escalate the situation. The guy, overjoyed, jumped out, saw that I was asleep, but the conspirators weren't, and quietly said to someone:

 — Go on, and added cheerfully:

 — Look, I came in her mouth, you won't get enough. — 

The other one turned to me and stared at me pleadingly. The guy who had climbed out froze in shock. I looked at him, okay, nothing ventured, nothing gained. And I turned to the other guy, who was already sitting up, waiting only for my sanction. I turned away and calmly lay down to sleep. He immediately dove inside; mom tried to quietly protest something, but after a couple of minutes, only rocking and other sex sounds were heard. How could anyone sleep? The guy definitely knew I wasn't asleep and wasn't shy; mom probably still naively thought I was asleep. The second one also came in her mouth. Apparently, they had agreed beforehand so everyone would get a bit of normal, unfinished pussy.

The third one didn't have time to dive in. Mom herself got up naked, saw that I was asleep, threw on her dress, and went to the toilet. The third one, as he was naked, ran after her. And the other three followed. Then they took her to the bathhouse and only came back to sleep about two hours later.

In the morning, everyone got up and went to work. Mom slept in. The guys treated me with great respect in gratitude for the night. In the evening, I drove and put mom on the train. She behaved just as cheerfully and freely, as if nothing had happened. Her behavior didn't even reflect the group sex with three men at once, as if she were an experienced whore and this wasn't her first time. And it didn't matter that four guys fucked her all night, several times each. Women!