The Homeless Woman. Part 3

//All characters in the story are adults//

In the morning, I woke up earlier than Galina Nikolaevna. She was still sleeping when I opened my eyes. My dick was rock hard and was pressing straight into the ass of the homeless woman lying on her side.

If I wanted to, I could easily fuck her. Given the location of the vagina. Press my cock against her ass and push harder between her buttocks, and it would find its way into one of the holes on its own. But I didn't want to be pushy. Or rude to the woman who had made me a man yesterday.

Besides, fucking a sleeping woman wasn't interesting. I'll wait until she wakes up. And then she'll let me fuck her on the couch

doggy style. Or give me a blowjob. That would also be nice.

I quietly got out of bed so as not to wake Aunt Galya. And, putting on my underwear, I went to the kitchen, closing the door behind me. She hadn't slept in normal conditions for many nights in a row, and I genuinely felt sorry for her.

And I was also driven by a purely selfish desire to let the homeless woman get a good night's sleep. I knew from my mother's behavior how angry and irritable she could be when she didn't get enough sleep. And conversely, kind and compliant after a good sleep.

My head hurt a little from yesterday. Aunt Galya and I drank half a bottle of vodka and the same amount of wine. But I didn't have a hangover cure. I generally didn't have hangover cures, as I hadn't drunk much yet. And instead of alcohol, I brewed strong coffee in the coffee maker for myself and the still-sleeping homeless woman. Then I went to the toilet, brushed my teeth, and washed my face.

My next actions were to fill a galvanized bucket with water, fortunately I didn't have to go anywhere for it—there was running water in the house. I put it on the gas and heated it to an acceptable temperature. I took the basin hanging on the wall in the nook behind the stove and put it on the floor. I knew women needed to wash up in the morning. That's what my mother did. And Aunt Galya was no exception.

Besides, you can't heat the bathhouse every time. And we'll have to use the large galvanized basin in the nook behind the stove. Heating a couple of buckets of water on the gas stove is no problem, nor is pouring water over each other with a ladle.

— Good morning, sonny. You got up before me. And I fell asleep like a log yesterday and probably would still be sleeping. The smell of coffee woke me up. I'm a coffee addict. Even when I lived in Moscow. I adored freshly brewed coffee. — Aunt Galya's voice sounded behind my back. I was standing by the stove, and when I turned around, I was surprised, and my cock instantly filled with blood and hardened from the outfit in which the homeless woman had come out.

Galina Nikolaevna stood in the doorway in my mother's short black nightgown, and through it, the outlines of her large breasts and nipples were visible. The dark, graying hair on the homeless woman's head was loose and fell over her shoulders. The gown was short and barely covered Aunt Galya's shaved pubic area. And from under the nightgown, slender legs up to the knees and smooth thighs peeked out, so tender and appetizing that I wanted to kneel before her and kiss them.

The woman looked amazing. And she knew it.

— Did you brew coffee for me too, sonny? I love a sip in the morning. But I only like it in beans. And instant coffee, not so much. — Galina Nikolaevna walked over to the table, took the mug of coffee I had poured in her hand, and began drinking it in small sips, savoring it.

And I, burning with desire to hug her, approached her from behind and took her breasts in my hands. I began to knead them through the silk fabric of the nightgown, pressing my erect cock in my underwear against the homeless woman's plump ass.

— I need to go to the toilet, Kostya. Go, bring the robe from the room. I put it on the free shelf in the closet. Please, sonny. — Aunt Galya breathed heavily when I hugged her and began kneading her breasts, but in response, she shrugged her shoulders, as if freeing herself from my embrace and hinting that she really wanted to go outside to the outhouse.

— Okay, Galina Nikolaevna. I'll be quick. Just wait for me. We'll go together. — I answered the woman, going to the hall as she instructed to get the robe.

The fact that the former Muscovite had a certain power over me, having only been in my house for a short time, didn't bother me much. I seemed to be head over heels in love with this tall beauty with gray hair, who resembled my mother. And I wanted only one thing—to find myself with Aunt Galya on the couch again, holding her hips with my hands and fucking her, watching my cock go in and out of her shaved pussy.

— And it's quiet here. As if no one lives besides us. — said the homeless woman, putting on the robe and coming out of the house onto the street with me.

I didn't get dressed. I went out as I was, in my underwear. I just threw a jacket over my shoulders. In September, the dawns are cold, not like in summer. And without clothes, it was chilly.

— Our house is the last on the street. And a few pensioners live up the hill. And further in the village, there are still residents, but they are also elderly and few. In summer, it's more or less crowded here. Summer residents. They come from Moscow. The local forests are full of berries and mushrooms. And you can swim and fish in the river. But in autumn and winter, the village dies out. — I answered Aunt Galya and distinctly heard a rooster crowing at the beginning of the street up the hill.

The chickens belonged to the former collective farm milkmaid Andreievna, a tall and wiry old woman. She and a few of her friends, about her age, were living out their days in the village.

Galina Nikolaevna also heard the rooster's crowing and then the clucking of the hens. She turned her head in that direction, and the expression on her face became brighter. The presence of life in the remote village instilled a certain hope. And its absence was depressing.

The homeless woman, wiggling her ass and flashing her bare thighs under the robe, disappeared behind the outhouse door. And I started pissing in the yard under a lilac bush, thinking that I would need to build a toilet seat for Aunt Galya. There used to be one in the old woman's toilet. A special device, resembling a toilet with a hole and a soft seat. But I broke it, and now I regretted it.

— I heated some water for you, Galina Nikolaevna. And you can wash up. — I said to the woman after she came out of the outhouse, and we entered the house.

I moved the curtain aside in the nook behind the stove and showed her the basin standing on the floor and the bucket of warm water on the stool. A plastic ladle floated in the bucket. And a towel hung on the wall. Soap and a washcloth lay in a recess in the Russian stove.

— You're reading my mind, Kostya. I was just about to ask you about that. How you did everything for me yourself! — the homeless woman was delighted and kissed me on the lips passionately in gratitude.

For a minute, we made out, standing in the cramped nook behind the stove. And then the woman took off her robe and, handing it to me, stepped into the basin.

— Go to the hall, sonny. I'll wash up and come. Please. — Aunt Galya stood in the basin, holding the ladle in her hand, and hesitated to wash up in front of me.

And although I had already seen her shaved pussy, a woman should still have her own secret in front of a man. So I obediently came out from behind the stove, drawing the curtain behind me, and went to the hall, where I sat on the couch and began to wait for the homeless woman with gray hair and a shaved pubic area, thinking about what would be better to do. Ask Aunt Galya to give me a blowjob. Or fuck her doggy style on the couch. And honestly, I had a difficult choice. Because both ways were good.

— Let's not do it like that. Or I'll be pulled back into sleep. I want your sperm, Kostya. A little later, I'll give it to you properly. On the couch. It's inconvenient on the bed, the featherbed is soft. But it's fine on the couch. — the homeless woman who entered the hall said to me and, to my surprise, didn't let me push her onto the couch, as I wanted to fuck her from behind.

Galina Nikolaevna, without taking off her nightgown, took one of the chairs from the table and placed it right opposite the linen closet, which had a large mirror inserted into it, and everything happening in the room was reflected in it.

— I noticed yesterday that you liked looking into it. So come on, don't be shy. It's pleasant for me to see myself from the side too. — said the homeless woman, sitting on the chair so that I could see her from the side.

I immediately understood what she wanted from me. And, pulling my underwear down to the floor, I stood to the side of the mirror in front of the woman in the black nightgown sitting on the chair. Through which her breasts were visible and the outlines of her nipples could be seen.

— Is it normal, Mama Galya? — I asked the homeless woman, deciding to play the mother and son game with her again.

Although I didn't need to imagine my mother in her place. I saw her in the mirror's reflection anyway. This Galya was a copy of my mother Sveta. Only older. And her hair was dark with gray.

— Very normal, sonny. Like a grown man's. And your mother really, really likes it. — the homeless woman played along with me, taking my cock in her hand.

And, without taking her eyes off me, she took my glans in her lips and began to suck it gently. And then she took the entire cock into her mouth, and it bulged in her cheek.

— Yes, Mama. Like that. Suck it. Suck it. Make your son feel good. — I took Aunt Galya's black head in my hands and stared into the mirror, watching from the side as she sucked my cock.

And I must say. I didn't regret that she didn't let me fuck her on the couch through the ass, as I wanted. Galina Nikolaevna sucked skillfully, and I even enjoyed it more when her lips wrapped around my cock and sucked it than inserting it into her vagina.

— Well, there. You stained the gown. Is that any way to behave, sonny? I already have few clothes. And you, you rascal, spilled sperm on your mother's clothes. — Galina Nikolaevna scolded me, holding my cock in her hand and massaging my balls with her fingertips, trying to milk a little more of the tasty and healthy-for-female-health cum from the young guy.

And I, in turn, holding the woman who resembled my mother by the head with my hands, made thrusts with my already softening cock in her mouth. And the homeless woman allowed me to do this. Because she was completely in my power.

— Sorry, Mama Gal. I didn't mean to. You suck so skillfully. That I couldn't hold back. And besides, don't feel sorry for the nightgown. On Monday, I'll bring you a few more and other clothes. And there's plenty of clothes in the closet, all new. — I answered the homeless woman, looking at her reflection in the mirror and making the last thrusts in her mouth.

My cock went completely soft and popped out of the mature woman's lips on its own.

And it's such a thrill to fuck her in the mouth like that. Hold her head. Look into her eyes and thrust my cock into her mouth. And she doesn't just dumbly take it, but also sucks it.

I thought, kneeling before the homeless woman sitting on the chair. I laid my head on her belly, and Aunt Galya caressed me. Purely maternally caressed me. As a mother caresses her child.

— Thank you, dear. Mama is pleased with you. But let me get up. I want to get dressed and go have breakfast. Don't forget, I'm still hungry. And after breakfast, we'll continue our intimate communication. — said the homeless woman, gently pushing me away from herself.

And I obeyed her. Knowing in advance that the former homeless woman had starved while living on the street, and she needed to be fed. And my own stomach was rumbling. The young body demanded food, and I needed strength to fuck such a tall mare as Aunt Galya.

— I don't like black underwear. I prefer light-colored panties and bras. So keep that in mind for the future, Kostya. — Galina Nikolaevna took off the nightgown I had spilled sperm on and pulled my mother's black panties over her ass, and also picked up a bra.

But first, I took her large tits in my palms and kneaded them with pleasure. Watching the reflection in the mirror.

— Agreed, Kostya. With your help, my wardrobe will have panties and bras of different colors. And I also love wearing tights. I used to have many of them in Moscow. — the homeless woman went to the closet and took my mother's nylon tights from its shelf, the ones I had put in the bag for her along with stockings and other things.

Galina Nikolaevna, standing in front of the mirror, put on the tights and pulled them up to her belly. And I, looking at her in these nylon tights pulled up to her navel, instantly got aroused. The mature woman looked so sexy in tights, through which her panties were visible.

— Get me some high-heeled shoes too, Kostya. I used to love walking in them. — Aunt Galya asked me, putting on a skirt and blouse.

The woman put on lipstick, standing in front of the mirror, and tucked her gray hair into a bun, pinning it with a hairpin.

— You'll have everything, Galya. The main thing is, don't run away from me, — I answered the homeless woman, calling her by name and, stepping towards her, put my arm around her waist, looking into the eyes of the woman who resembled my mother.

I had serious fears that when the former Muscovite settled in with me. Restored her documents. She might go back to Moscow. And then forget her. Why would this tall, beautiful woman in her years need a young guy like me, who has no money or job.

— I won't go anywhere from you, Kostya. You can be sure of that, guy. I'll live with you. But not out of gratitude for saving me. But because I like you, Kostya. I like you very much, dear. And I don't care that I'm much older than you. I want to fall asleep and wake up in your arms, guy. — Galina Nikolaevna reassured me, and her voice sounded sincere, and the gaze of the adult woman's brown eyes was full of love for me.

— Get dressed, sonny. Don't make Mama wait. I want to eat. Galina Nikolaevna took my cock in her hand and lightly squeezed it with her fingers, and it instantly hardened and stood rock hard in her maternal palm.

— Let's have breakfast. And I'll be yours, Kostya. I want to feel your cock not only in my mouth. But also inside me. I really want to, sonny! — Aunt Galya's voice trembled, and with great willpower, she released my cock from her palm.

The woman, turning her back to me, went to the kitchen, sexily swaying her hips under the tightly fitting skirt. It was a little small for her. And I, putting on my underwear and pants with a shirt, watching her go, thought that I wouldn't mind staying hungry all day just to possess the body of this insanely beautiful and sexy homeless woman. Whom I was lucky enough to meet yesterday at the stadium near the school.

— You say there are old lady pensioners living at