Mom's Girlfriends. Part 3, Final.
Several months had passed. I hadn't seen anyone from my mom's work anymore, as I had met a charming, modest medical university student. But whenever I remembered that sauna adventure, my cock would start to fill with blood. Anna Nikolaevna wrote me "Hello" in a messenger just once, but I decided not to reply. Oksana Fedorova, by the way, had quit, and my mom was promoted to senior accountant. They had parties and corporate events at work all the time, but they never asked me to drive anyone home again. Kira, that was my girlfriend's name, was from another city, living in a dorm, but after we met, we decided to rent
a small one-bedroom apartment. Her modesty and her sweet plumpness drove me wild. Each time, she became more and more uninhibited in bed. I got off on her voluminous ass and size 4 breasts.It was Friday, Kira and I were watching a series when suddenly, my phone rang.
"Hello, yes mom, hi. Where are you? Wow, unexpected, what are you doing there? Today!? No way. Yeah, I'm with Kira. Yeah, nothing, just watching a series. You want me to come? Maybe I should call you a taxi? Well... okay, fine."
"What happened?" Kira purred.
"Mom called..."
"I got that, is everything okay?"
"Mostly, yes. She's at Galina Petrovna's house, it's her birthday today, apparently, and she just forced the entire accounting department to come to her place. She wanted me to come and drive her home."
"Mmmm, can I come with you, I'll be bored," my girlfriend pouted her lips.
"Yeah, let's go, of course, why not."
We got dressed, got in the car, and drove off. The chief accountant's house is in the suburbs; we didn't find the settlement right away, missing the sign on the highway, we had to drive a few kilometers to a U-turn. We found Galina Petrovna's house quickly; it was a two-story cottage with a large garage and a non-working fountain outside. The gates slid open, apparently they saw us on camera.
But I wasn't in a hurry to drive in. The phone rang:
"Yes, mom... what... I... I thought we'd leave right away... damn, I didn't plan to, and I'm dressed casually... maybe we should just go? Ugh, okay. Kira, we're being invited in."
"Well, okay, let's go," her reply surprised me.
I drove through the gates and, after going over the cobblestones, stopped by the garage. We were met by Galina Petrovna with a glass of wine in her well-groomed hand.
She was barefoot in a gorgeous, tight-fitting gray-green dress. Her artificial large breasts frankly protruded from the neckline. But what struck me most was that her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of the dress. I immediately averted my gaze, which had frozen on them.
"Hello, Galina Petrovna!"
"Hello," my girlfriend joined in.
"Hello, young people, come in, I won't let you go until you've tried my duck."
"We're not very hungry..."
"Nooo, refusals are not accepted."
We went into a luxurious living room where my mom, Anna Nikolaevna, Valentina Nikolaevna, Galina Petrovna's husband, and another couple I didn't know were sitting at the table. At the sight of Anna and Valentina, I noticeably became embarrassed, and I think they did too. The duck, like the other dishes, was simply amazing. I ate like crazy; I hadn't eaten anything so delicious in a long time. Kira was drinking wine. Mom was animatedly discussing something with her colleagues.
"Dima, maybe you'll have a drink too? We have excellent French cognac!"
"No, thank you, I'm driving, otherwise, of course, it's a great offer."
The chief accountant whispered something to her husband, who just shrugged in response.
"You know what," the woman continued. "Why don't you all stay the night. Believe me, we have enough room for everyone."
I expected a wave of protest, but, to my surprise, no one particularly refused. Kira shrugged, leaving the decision to me. And I gave in, largely due to the desire to try real French cognac. And not in vain, it was magnificent, you didn't even need a chaser, a pleasant aftertaste. Only the men drank it; all the females were drinking red semi-dry wine, bottles of which were standing in the corner of the living room. There were about ten of them by that point.
"Dear guests, those who wish to sleep, follow Igor (her husband), he will settle you in the rooms."
Some commotion began. Some started helping the hostess clear the table, some went to bed. Kira was yawning non-stop and also asked to go to sleep. I didn't notice how only Galina Petrovna and I remained in the living room.
"So, how's the cognac?" she asked, adjusting her black curls.
"Magnificent!!"
"I'm glad you liked it. I haven't tried this one, by the way, will you pour me some?"
We were both standing by the fireplace. I obediently splashed some alcohol into her glass.
"Won't you feel sick? You were drinking wine!"
"Don't worry, I'm an experienced girl," she smiled slightly, flashing her snow-white teeth.
Damn, everything about her was perfect. She took a sip, winced a little.
"Thank you for your help, I'll start the dishwasher now and then we can go to sleep. A delicious breakfast will be waiting for you in the morning."
"Ohh, I don't doubt it, everything you have is so delicious!"
Only a moment later did I realize my answer sounded somewhat ambiguous.
The woman gave me a mysterious look.
"Sit with me, please, I'm bored. And then I'll take you to your girlfriend's room."
"What are you doing?" I pulled her away from me by the waist. "But here..."
"Fool, there's no one here, this is a free bedroom."
I looked around, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. Against the opposite wall stood a wide bed, it was empty. My heart pounded in my chest. Could I really be so lucky again. But this was a completely different story: my mom was here, my girlfriend, and her husband. And they were all somewhere nearby, behind the walls. The woman grabbed my balls hard. From the surprise, I yelped loudly. She latched onto me again with her full lips, her scent intoxicating my head more than all the alcohol I'd drunk.
"Galina Pe... Petrovna... mmm... husband..."
"He's asleep, more soundly than anyone else in this house... shut up."
"Damn, this isn't... not right..."
"And fucking my accountants is right???"
It was like I was struck by lightning, damn, how does she know. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down. I squealed in pain and descended. The woman lifted the hem of her dress and shoved my face into her crotch. Before this, I had wondered if she was wearing underwear; now I knew for sure, she had panties on. She squeezed my head tightly and rocked her hips back and forth. She was very strong, my head was in a death grip of a savage, I even lacked air. Grabbing me by the T-shirt, she made me stand up and pushed me onto the bed. Her dress was still pulled up to her waist. With two fingers, she pulled off her soaked panties, climbed onto the bed, and sat on my face. I squeezed her firm buttocks and worked my tongue, kneading her labia before the hot, crazy sex. I expected her to take me in her mouth, but she didn't, just moving forward, pulled down my pants and underwear, and deftly thrust my rock-hard cock into herself. I was ready to cum that very second, my arousal was so great. By some miracle, I managed to hold back; I didn't want it all to end so quickly. She galloped on me, and I admired her beautiful back (the dress opened it almost completely). She fell off me to the side and widely lifted and spread her legs. I stood up, walked around, and for a second froze, enjoying the sight.
"Don't torment me, come on...," she growled.
I grabbed the shaft of my sticky cock and inserted it into the luxurious, warm vagina. The muscles gripped the body of the sexual organ. I stretched the neckline, exposing her breast. It was beautiful, perfect, both the shape and the size. It was the first time in my life I had seen and touched silicone breasts. I lay on the woman, and she crossed her legs behind my back, which made it possible to enter her very deeply. I didn't want to cum, I wanted to fuck her perfect body as long as possible. But it couldn't last forever. I started to speed up, she understood I was about to cum and nodded quietly, as if telepathically transmitting to me that I didn't have to pull out. I shot into her once, a second, a third time, and slowed my pace. Galina wrapped her arms around me.
"I want it too, do it with your tongue!!"
I obediently descended to her pussy and started licking it, the tip of my tongue bumping into her excited clitoris. My semen was flowing out between her labia, and I kept speeding up, the woman started trembling, she clenched the sheet in her fists. Her legs shook even more and she exploded, arching her back and moaning loudly. She wrapped her legs around my head with such force I thought my skull would split. The woman's spasms began to weaken, her legs relaxed. She took a deep breath. I lay down next to her and hugged her from behind. Probably not even a minute passed before I fell asleep.
"Kira!!"
"Well, yes, who did you expect to see??"
"Yeah, I... it's... well, just woke up."
She entered the room and frowned.
"What's that smell? I don't get it at all, why were we put in different rooms??"
"Who knows, I was so drunk I don't remember much."
"I fell asleep quickly too and was very surprised not to find you next to me in the morning. By the way, everyone was called for breakfast."
Galina was in a soft, pink robe. During breakfast, I couldn't catch her gaze even once. How gorgeous she was in everything, in every movement, in every word. I couldn't take my eyes off her, remembering how my hands had caressed her body just a few hours earlier. But that was the first and last time. It never happened again, not with her, not with anyone from her work.
I somehow cooled towards Kira and we broke up.