My best friend's mother

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I had always known Aunt Sveta. As they say, I grew up before her eyes. Anton and I were always playing in their yard: building "military headquarters," fighting invisible Germans, fixing bicycles, and all that. But after seventh grade, Anton's parents divorced and his dad moved to a neighboring town.

At first, Anton visited his father on weekends, then he left for the whole summer, and one day he simply didn't return from vacation. I remember hanging around the gate of their house, hoping Anton would see me in the window and come out to play with my brand-new ball that my mom bought me, but it wasn't Anton who came out. Aunt Sveta came out and said

that Antosha wouldn't be coming back. She tried to explain something to me about a court decision, an appeal, and so on, but I didn't understand anything. I just turned around and left. And I didn't return to that gate for several years.

That day, I quit another job. Though it was hard to call it a job. I didn't get into university, I even failed the exam for a vocational school. On purpose, of course. It was all because of my relationship with my father, which had been strained for a long time. Anyway, being a sales consultant in the home appliances department was definitely not my calling.

Trying to avoid my father, I was walking through back alleys to my neighborhood and accidentally stumbled upon a long-forgotten yard. And I heard an unusually beautiful voice humming a popular song. It was Aunt Sveta. I swallowed hard, seeing her for the first time not as a child, but as a man.

Aunt Sveta was hanging freshly washed laundry in the yard. She was wearing only short denim shorts and a shirt tied in a knot right under her breasts. Her hair was twisted up in a towel. Apparently, she had just taken a shower, as her tanned skin was glistening with moisture. Her clean, makeup-free face was the most beautiful face I had ever seen. I got hard.

Gracefully swaying her curvy hips, Aunt Sveta bent over a blue enameled basin for another piece of her clothing, and I could see her huge, firm breasts, seemingly about to jump out of her shirt, swaying. Her practically bare legs, without a single scratch or scar, seemed covered in the finest silk. They were that perfect.

"Matvey?" I suddenly heard the voice of this most beautiful of women. "Matvey, is that you?"

I snapped out of my instant shock. Aunt Sveta was standing half-bent, holding her lacy red panties in her hands and looking at me cheerfully.

"Hello, Aunt Sveta," I forced out, trying not to look at her panties.

I thought she noticed. She threw the panties back into the basin and straightened up.

"It's been so long since I've seen you! Come here."

I opened the gate and we walked towards each other. I timidly bowed my head. Aunt Sveta ruffled my hair, then couldn't help herself and hugged me so tightly that she squeezed her breasts between us. I tried not to press the lower part of my body against her so she wouldn't discover my erection. Fortunately, she didn't pay attention to it. The woman released me from her embrace and ruffled my hair again.

"So how are you, studying, working?"

"Just... you know," I mumbled.

"Alright, you'll tell me later. Come inside. I'll just finish hanging the laundry and treat you to some tea."

She slapped me on the behind and I hurried into the house to quickly calm down my "little friend."

Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting at the table drinking tea. Aunt Sveta looked at me admiringly and kept marveling at how grown-up I had become. It made me somewhat uncomfortable. No one had ever looked at me like that. There was something predatory in her gaze that made my member tremble in these tight jeans. She kept asking and asking me questions, stroking my shoulder, and I told her everything. About university, about work, about my father. Auntie smiled and nodded understandingly, endearing herself to me. And it worked.

A couple of hours later, we were already drinking wine in her living room. Blaming the heat and jokingly hinting at my "scent," Aunt Sveta managed to persuade me to take a shower, which was outside, and now I was sitting wrapped in a large terry towel on a big leather sofa, while she sat next to me in a beautiful silk robe with a practically exposed décolletage.

I asked her about Anton and apologized for not asking earlier. Aunt Sveta lowered her eyes, and it seemed to me that all her energy, which had affected me so strongly, burst in an instant when I asked her this question. She told me she hadn't spoken to her son in a long time. He doesn't call her, and when she calls him, Anton talks to her reluctantly. I shook my head. How could that be! She's his mother. But then I suddenly remembered an unremarkable evening from my childhood. Playing alone with my homemade airplane, I half-listened to my mother's phone conversation with her friend. They were discussing Aunt Sveta. I remembered my mother's phrases: "Shameless!", "...seduced a very young guy...", "...and he did the right thing by divorcing. She shouldn't have been running around," etc. At that moment, the pieces fell into place in my head. Aunt Sveta cheated on her husband and he found out. And left her. And took Anton with him.

I swallowed, realizing I had touched a sore spot.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered.

Aunt Sveta forced a smile and, as if snapping out of it, tried to close her robe, but it was cut in such a way to look exactly like that.

"It's late, Matvey," she said and reached her free hand towards the table to clear the glasses. I intercepted it.

"I'd like to stay, Aunt Sveta," I whispered again.

Our eyes met and I saw that fire reignite in her eyes. I couldn't miss such a chance.

She became so pliant. I guided her hand towards me and her whole body leaned in my direction. A moment later, she was sitting right next to me. Her breathing quickened. Her eyes sparkled. She looked at my lips, I looked at hers. I reached out and squeezed one of her breasts. Aunt Sveta rolled her eyes and moaned languidly. Then she ran her fingers through my hair and pressed her lips to mine.

I had kissed girls. I know how it is. But what Aunt Sveta was doing with her tongue was unlike anything else. Her tongue was so long and nimble that I almost recoiled in surprise, but managed to restrain myself in time. I untied the belt on her robe and cupped both her bare breasts in my hands. The woman moaned into my nose, I heard a barely audible "Yes..."

She pulled the towel off me and began greedily groping my body. Chest, stomach, legs. Then she pushed me onto my back and started kissing all those places. The erection in my underwear formed a large, hard bulge. Descending with her kisses from my chest to my stomach, Aunt Sveta stopped above my groin, breathing hotly right onto my pubic area. In my own breathing, I heard my heartbeat.

The woman hooked her index finger under the elastic of my underwear and pulled it until my "little friend" popped out from under it like a siege catapult. Aunt Sveta gasped in admiration. I gasped with her. My member had never been so aroused and so engorged with blood. It seemed it was already starting to turn blue, about to burst from the strain.

I looked at Aunt Sveta. She continued to glance interestedly at my member. Soon she took it in her hand and, breathing languidly, began slowly moving the skin on it. The sight of her bare chest, the arousing pose she was in, and her slightly open mouth in anticipation overflowed my cup. I involuntarily clenched my muscles all over my body. The first jet shot upward and splattered with a dull patter onto the leather upholstery of the sofa. The second jet shot a bit lower and landed on my stomach. The third just splashed out and ran down the shaft onto Aunt Sveta's hand. I was shocked. I was disappointed and full of despair.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't want to!" I forced out.

"It's okay..."

Aunt Sveta's hand continued moving along the shaft of my member, which hadn't even lost its hardness. The woman seemed not to notice my semen on her hand, the white drops on her bare shoulder. Continuing to work her palm, she lowered her head to my member and, parting her lips, sank them into my scrotum. I exhaled loudly. My balls tightened, and my member hardened again. Aunt Sveta sucked the skin of my balls and squeezed her palm tighter. Her tongue skillfully went to work.

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To say I felt good would be an understatement. The sensations were simply magical. Aunt Sveta's tongue was amazing. Her hot, wet, active mouth was incomparable to the self-satisfaction I sometimes engaged in. I just sat there, clenching my fists until they turned blue, and received the best blowjob of my life. I watched the face of this woman lowered to my crotch, her eyes looking at me, her lips nimbly moving along the shaft, and enjoyed it. Watching the act was even better than the effect itself.

Aunt Sveta pulled away from the penis with a sharp smack. She licked the head, then, erotically sucking her lower lip, rose above me and spread her knees on either side of my body. She untied the silk belt and the robe fell open, giving me a view of her beautiful tanned body. For her age, she looked simply stunning. Dark red nipples on perfectly round breasts stood erect, her firm, beautiful stomach glistened with sweat, and below it, a small, neat bush of springy black hair. Aunt Sveta moved forward a little and sat firmly on my stomach. I felt her hot, wet vulva. Squeaking softly, the woman placed her palms on my chest and began rubbing her vulva against the muscles of my stomach. Each time she pressed against me harder and harder, her wide hips moving quickly and sharply with amazing precision. The head of my member rhythmically beat against her sacrum, my chest began to burn from the nails of her fingers.

Straining not to cum from this sight: a beautiful woman, the mother of my childhood best friend, rubbing against me—I squeezed her fleshy buttocks in my palms, stroked her back, moved to her breasts, then to her neck. At one point, when I reached her face with my palm, she caught my thumb with her lips and began eagerly sucking it. My member tensed at that moment. But soon Aunt Sveta, with a loud moan, released my finger from her mouth and, jumping up, sat straight down on my erect member. We both gasped. With my whole body, I felt how Aunt Sveta's vaginal muscles stretched my foreskin. Her body arched gracefully at a ninety-degree angle, and, leaning one palm on the coffee table and the other on the back of the sofa, the woman began riding me in a way I hadn't even dreamed of in my most explicit teenage dreams.

"Yes! Oh yes!" she squealed.

This gave me confidence. If before I was still a bit restrained, assuming I was a means to satisfy her needs, a toy in her hands, now I realized that I too could play with this woman's body. I can and should fuck her. Now, with every thrust, I began to meet her with a forward jerk, causing Aunt Sveta's eyes to roll back in shock and her mouth to open slightly with a whimpering squeal.

"Yes! Like that!" she moaned breathlessly.

After some time of such exercises, her elbows, unable to withstand my onslaught, gave way and Aunt Sveta fell onto her back, exhausted. Her vagina spat out my member so forcefully that it popped out with such strength that a small stream shot from a previously unseen hole just below the clitoris.

"Ah!" Aunt Sveta cried out loudly.

I quickly got on my knees and, grabbing her by the ankles, inserted my "little friend" back into the hot, sticky, soft, yearning womb. It turned out that at this angle, it penetrated her even deeper. I immediately started moving quickly. Already whimpering incessantly, Aunt Sveta ran her fingers through my hair and squeezed painfully. But I didn't really feel the pain. All my perception was focused on Aunt Sveta. She clenched, moaned, panted, and with her whole appearance begged me for something so that I longed to know what lay behind it all. What is a female orgasm like, anyway? What does it look like? What should happen to a woman because of it? What was the reason for Aunt Sveta's infidelity to her husband? Why did her eyes burn so brightly when she looked at me? To find out, I tried with all my might not to cum prematurely and worked on her at the limit of my abilities. And for a young guy, with hormones raging, that was oh so difficult!

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We were both completely covered in sweat. Drops from my forehead ran down my face and dripped onto Aunt Sveta's chest. Her skin glistened from it. Our bodies slid smoothly against each other. I kissed her mouth, bit her neck, and fucked, fucked, fucked. My scratched back burned with fire. My lips were moistened by her nimble, randomly darting tongue. Suddenly, Aunt Sveta's nails dug into my sides, her legs tightened around my body, digging her heels into my lower back, and Aunt Sveta herself, it seemed to me, stopped breathing. She stretched her neck and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. The expression on her face changed like that of a madwoman. Finally, a ringing squeal burst from her mouth, interrupted by convulsions throughout her body. She shook like some out-of-control device. Without stopping moving, I drove my member into her thrust after thrust, and soon Aunt Sveta's hands, and then her legs, fell onto the surface of the sofa. Her left breast trembled slightly from the heart pounding inside.

The woman tightly squeezed it in her palm and, parting her lips and sticking out her rather long tongue, began to jerk me off with her own hand. Naturally, this couldn't help but have an effect. With a noisy exhale, I leaned over her, braced my palms on the armrest of the sofa, and practically began fucking her tightly clenched fist myself. For every one of my thrusts, there were two of her up-and-down movements. The head, darkened from strain, touched her tongue and each time left a drop of my precum on it. The tip of her tongue managed to run along the frenulum and, finally, unable to withstand this sweet caress, I thrust forward with all my might.

Aunt Sveta's fist couldn't withstand my pressure and my member slipped straight into her mouth, spilling into it everything that could have spilled into her uterus a little earlier. Losing control, I pressed her entire face into my groin. My member must have reached her throat, it felt so good. After holding for a while as the first wave of semen shot from the head, I pulled back, but after a couple of moments, I drove my flesh back in to its full length. Having emptied my testicles, I relaxed and sat back, jerking the remnants of semen onto Aunt Sveta's lips. The woman obediently offered her mouth to them, and then wiped them with her palm and involuntarily smeared them across her cheek.

"Whew..." I exhaled and got off her onto the sofa.

Aunt Sveta continued wiping her lips, smiling absently into space.

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That evening and the night that followed, I pounced on Aunt Sveta more than ten times, although after the fourth or fifth time, nothing more flowed out of me. I took her from above in the classic position, from behind doggy style, again in the cowgirl position, again in doggy style, but in the end, I simply had her on her side, lifting one of her legs. And every time I came in her mouth. She wanted it herself—probably because she had sobered up after the first time.

In the morning, I took her in the kitchen, right on the table where she had prepared breakfast for me. And this time, she knelt before me and sucked everything out of me to the last drop. I promised her I would come in the evening, but my father prevented it. I had a very serious, heated conversation with him about my behavior, and that same day I was sent to the village to my grandfather, from which, however, I ran away after three weeks. I returned to the city and, circling my block, came to the familiar gate, but instead of Aunt Sveta, I was met by a completely different person. Yes, it