Angela is my love forever. Part 2
"Finally, I came for real. Anzhelka. It's a hundred times better with you than with any man. What luck that I met you at the resort. My joy. My love!" my mother spoke words of gratitude to her lover with a dick for fucking her so well. To the point of her screaming.
No one lived nearby, and Mom Ira could scream at the peak of her orgasm. Something you certainly couldn't do in the city, where there are neighbors all around.
"The feeling is mutual, Irochka. What would I do without you, darling. You saved me. And I will be faithful to you. I want to be with you always. As much as possible," said Anzhela to my mother, caressing her luxurious body, lying with her in
an embrace on the bed.The friends left the sofa and lay down on the bed, throwing off the bedspread and blanket. There were clean sheets and pillows there. And lying on the bed, they caressed each other, resting after the crazy fucking on the sofa.
And only a wrinkled condom, filled with sperm, lay orphaned on the floor. Anzhela took it off and threw it on the floor. And Mom Ira carefully wiped her dick with a napkin, a pack of which she took from her bag.
For some time, the friends, if they could be called that, lay and caressed each other. And I, sitting in the closet, could only see the narrow girl's back of Anzhela and her plump boyish ass and long slender legs.
The view was from the side, and one might think that two lesbians were lying in bed. A young one and an older one. Because the huge dick sticking out between Anzhela's legs in that pose was not visible.
"Oh, wait, darling. Let me recover. Everything happens so fast with you. I can't get used to it. It's uncomfortable on the bed. It's a featherbed. It sinks. Let's go back to the sofa," Mom Ira said tenderly to her friend, not letting her lie on top of her.
The trans woman's dick had gotten hard again after mutual caresses, and she climbed onto my mother, ready to fuck her in the missionary position and without a condom. But Mom Ira, experienced in bed matters, didn't let her do it.
And Mom was right. On a soft featherbed, it's not fucking, it's torture. Not like on a firm, springy sofa. You could even push off on it if needed.
"You're right, Irochka. It's just that I missed you so much. Missed your body. That I'm ready to love you anywhere," Anzhela answered my mother, rolling off her onto her side.
The transsexual got up from the bed and helped Mom Ira get up. Anzhela had her big dick standing stiff, and she wanted to fuck my mother again. The thick-assed accountant with the black, overgrown pubic hair.
For a few seconds, the friends stood on the floor near the bed, holding hands. And I was able to get a close look at my mother's naked charms. Her heavy and elongated, like two big melons, breasts. A slightly convex sexy belly and a pubic mound covered with thick black hairs. And also wide smooth thighs and a voluminous white ass.
And if Aunt Anzhela's ass was small, boyish—after all, she was essentially a former guy—then Mom Ira's ass was purely feminine. Big and tender-looking. I saw how my mother's ass cheeks trembled when she walked. They were so soft on her.
"Oh, Anzhela. It's a pity that neither you nor I have a lot of money. Otherwise, we'd go abroad. To Holland, for example. Relationships like ours are allowed there, and no one pays attention. Not like in Russia," Mom Ira sighed sorrowfully, tearing open a condom packet with her teeth with gold crowns.
While my mother, standing by the table, was preparing the imported condom for "work," her transsexual friend Anzhela, with a jerk, unfolded the sofa bed and brought pillows onto it from the bed.
Whatever else, the trans woman had strength. Who knows what she did before she grew tits? Maybe Anzhela is a former athlete and her name was Andrei. And for this reason, I sat quietly in the closet, unable to move. Seriously fearing for my life.
Afraid of exposure, the lovers could really kill me. Although I didn't think my mother was capable of killing her own son. But who knows how they would behave if they discovered me in the closet?
"You work with money, Ira. Steal a million for me. And we'll run off abroad together. To the Netherlands or France. Or best of all, to Thailand. It's paradise for transsexuals there. And we could even get married. Same-sex marriage is allowed in the Kingdom of Thailand," Anzhela said to my mother, half-jokingly, half-seriously, lying down on the unfolded sofa.
The trans woman lay on her back, placing her blonde head on the pillows, sticking her huge dick upward, waiting for her mature lover to join her.
And I looked through the keyhole at the trans lying before me and marveled at his or her beauty.
I didn't like gays. Considered them perverts and scum of society. I was neutral towards lesbians. But I had a soft spot for trans people. But only feminine transsexuals, not those men with hairy legs and chests who put on women's panties and bras.
And my mother's new friend, a refugee from Tskhinvali, Aunt Anzhela, who had an impressive "tool" with balls between her legs, was one of those "mistakes of nature" that made my dick hard. And I liked her insanely.
Of course, deep down I understood that Anzhela was essentially a gay man. A former man who grew himself tits by taking hormones. And wears women's underwear. And possibly allows other men to fuck her in the ass.
But now I saw before me a beautiful young woman. Whose body was absolutely feminine. And the dick standing stiff with a red head not only didn't spoil Anzhela's appearance but, on the contrary, gave her sexuality. Without the dick, I wouldn't have liked her. I loved busty and big-assed females like Mom Ira. And Anzhela attracted my attention precisely with her dick.
I liked watching her fuck my mother. And caress her. And I would give anything to lie in bed with Mom Ira together with her.
"Where would we get a million in our motor pool, Anzhela. We don't have that kind of profit even in a year. If we did, I'd steal it for us. I have a desire to fall asleep and wake up together with you in the same bed. But, alas, it's impossible," my mother sighed and, holding the condom in her hand, climbed onto the sofa to the transsexual lying on her back, from whose dick clear pre-cum dripped from excitement.
Mom Ira deftly put the imported condom on Anzhela's dick and, rolling it down the entire length of her friend's dick with her fingers, grunting, began to ride her from above.
And, holding the trans woman's dick with her hand, she groaned, sat on it, and began to wiggle on it. Up and down.
"Aaaaaa! That's it. I'm on top myself! I love it. Aaaa. Ooooo!" my mother howled, fucking Anzhela in the cowgirl position.
I sat in the closet and watched with my jaw dropped as Mom Ira moved up and down with moans on the huge dick of the woman-man named Anzhela.
Just yesterday, and even this morning, I was burning with impatience to see how my forty-year-old mother would have lesbian sex with a young woman. And that was beyond the pale for me. But I couldn't even imagine that I would witness the wildest depravity that happens in sexual intercourse. Namely, the fucking of my mother with a beautiful transsexual, indistinguishable from a woman.
The view from the closet to the sofa was kind of from behind, and before my eyes flashed the wide, like a shovel, back of Mom Ira and her ass. I saw how Anzhela's dick entered her vagina, like a piston into a cylinder. And I could also see my mother's asshole. Her anus stood out against the background of her milk-white buttocks. And it was dark brown and hairy. Like her perineum.
My mother, wiggling on her friend's dick, kept leaning her torso forward to kiss her on the lips in the process. And a magnificent view of her well-used asshole framed by black hairs opened up to me.
And in those minutes, I envied Anzhela. After all, she was kneading, sucking the nipples on my mother's large breasts. And she, wiggling on her dick, kept her hands on her tits and kneaded them too. Enjoying it doubly.
Sex with a trans was much more pleasant for my mother than ordinary intercourse with a man. According to her own words.
Anzhela is tender, beautiful, feminine. She gets hard well. And she doesn't know fatigue. And she doesn't smell of booze breath. As often happens with provincial men. And it's impossible for my mother, who is demanding in terms of fucking, to find someone in our town for a quickie. Just drunks no worse than our dad. And everyone would know immediately. So the trans woman she brought with her from the resort is the perfect option. No one would guess she has a dick. And Mom Ira can fuck her right in our apartment, seizing the moment. Dad Tolik wouldn't even think that a blonde is fucking his wife.
"I'm coming with you for the third time already, Anzhela. And I think I'll come again. We have plenty of time for that. But rest, darling. Otherwise, I'll wear you out. Let's drink and smoke. I really want to smoke, I have no strength," catching another orgasm, wiggling on top of Anzhela's dick, Mom Ira got off her and, flopping on her side, lay down next to her, spreading her legs and sticking out her black, hairy pussy for show.
My mother didn't know that her son was sitting in the closet a couple of meters away from her and saw her naked. That's why she sprawled out so casually. She wasn't shy in front of Anzhela. And I could see everything, down to the pimples on the inside of her thighs.
"Did you happen to bring Vaseline with you, Ira? I want to fuck you in the ass. You can do it without a condom there. I don't like it with a 'rubber.' It's nicer when it's bare inside you," Anzhela asked my mother, getting up from the sofa and, approaching the table, took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from it.
The trans woman lit two cigarettes and handed one to my mother.
"I brought it. How could I not. I knew you'd ask. But promise me, Anzhelka, that you won't insert it deep. Last time my ass hurt. Yours is just too big for anal," Mom Ira answered her friend, lying on the sofa with her legs wide apart like a whore, enjoying a drag on her cigarette.
I saw some white lubricant flowing from her vagina. And this lubricant abundantly covered the condom hanging on Anzhela's limp dick. The trans woman didn't take off the used condom and walked around with it. Until my mother beckoned her to herself on the sofa and pulled the condom off her lover's dick to throw it on the floor.
"I promise, darling. It won't hurt you. I'll do everything carefully," Anzhela lay down next to her friend on the sofa under her arm and began to smoke cigarettes with her, flicking ash into an ashtray standing between them.
The caring trans woman had taken it from the table.
From the side, it was extremely wild to look at the women lying on the sofa. The young one had a dick. And the other, older one, had a black, overgrown with coarse hairs...
Almost to the navel. Pussy.
After smoking, the friends got up from the sofa to the table, where they drank vodka and had a good snack with it. Moreover, my mother, like a whore, sat with her bare ass on the trans woman's lap, hugging her neck with her arm.
"I don't understand you, Ira. You're not a virgin in the ass. Why does it hurt you?" Anzhela asked my mother, standing by the table and smearing Vaseline on her dick, squeezing it from a tube she found in the bag.
The trans woman's dick was hard. And she was preparing to fuck my mother in the ass.
"You're right, friend. My cherry in the ass was popped long ago. Ever since I started going to the South on vacation. But I haven't tried ones as big as yours in my ass. That's why I'm telling you. Don't insert it all the way. I need to get used to it," Mom Ira answered, taking the tube of Vaseline from her friend's hands.
My mother meticulously examined the dick of the transsexual standing before her. And, satisfied with what she saw, took and squeezed a decent portion of lubricant onto Anzhela's index finger.
"Lube me up there, darling. Maybe it won't hurt as much," Mom Ira bent over, standing by the table, and, leaning her hands on the sofa, stood near it, sticking her ass up.
And her black pussy, overgrown with coarse hairs, slightly sagging dark pink labia from which juice dripped, became visible to me. My mother was aroused. And I could also see her anus, covered with small cracks that radiated like rays from the hole in the middle to the edges.
"There won't be any pain. Calm down, Ira. Now we'll lube your little hole properly. And everything will be fine!" Anzhela immediately inserted her index finger into her friend's asshole and twisted it there, lubricating its walls with Vaseline.
So many dicks of southerners, hairy as monkeys, had been in my mother's ass that she didn't even flinch when Anzhela stuck her finger in her asshole.
"Oh, Anzhelka. Oooohhh. Oooohhh. I asked you, don't! — All the way," my mother said through moans to the trans woman, standing on the sofa on all fours, burying her head in the pillows.
Anzhela positioned herself behind her and began fucking Mom Ira in the ass with all her might. Moreover, forgetting her promise not to insert deep.
But soon my mother stopped moaning and fell silent. She just breathed heavily and grunted when Anzhela fucked her too deep in the ass.
I thought my mother was being deceitful, telling her friend that it hurt in her ass. She had been going to the sanatorium in Mineralnye Vody for five years now, and over those five years, her asshole had become like a public thoroughfare. Armenians love asses like Mom Ira's. And they probably fucked her in it more than once.
"Aaaa! Aaaa! Ooohhh. How good it is, Irina Yuryevna. I like your anal hole more than your vagina," Anzhela said through moans, calling my mother by her patronymic, kneeling behind her and holding her by the hips, fucking her in the ass again and again.
Probably, fucking a woman in the ass was a more pleasant activity than traditional vaginal sex. And the trans woman soon came on my mother, first speeding up the pace, then quieting down.
"Oh. I need to go outside, to the outhouse. Urgently. And you wouldn't mind washing your dick either, dear. There's a bucket of water and a mug on the terrace. Let's go quickly," Mom Ira said to her friend, getting up from the sofa and holding her stomach with her hands.
Anzhela's horse-like dick had reached her intestines, and my mother wanted to shit. And the trans woman's dick itself was smeared with yellow-white lubricant.
The friends left, one to shit in the toilet, the other to the terrace to wash the