Nightly pleasures
It was a hot July day outside, the middle of summer. The temperature was definitely over thirty degrees Celsius. The grueling summer workweek had ended, and the long-awaited weekend had finally arrived. My father had one non-negotiable plan for the weekend—to go fishing somewhere far out in nature with his work friends and others, with all the pleasures of outdoor recreation like vodka and shashlik. So, my mother and I were left alone, abandoned and forsaken for Saturday and Sunday.
Deciding to brighten up this injustice and show that we weren't pushovers either and had no intention of just sitting around in this stifling heat, my mother and I decided on Saturday to also head out somewhere
closer to water, to some out-of-town wild beach, of which, thank God, there were plenty around the city. Of course, it couldn't compare to my father's fishing trip with overnight stays in cars, but it was something.So, after lunch on Saturday, packing everything for a picnic, my mother and I set off for the beach. Our city stands on the bank of the Ob River, and there are countless wild beaches around it, as there were innumerable channels and backwaters with still water. We decided not to go to the public beach, where people were probably sitting on top of each other, but to find some wild spot where there would be fewer people, though even that was difficult in such heat on a weekend. After driving in the Gazel van, we then had to walk for about thirty minutes. Arriving at the backwater we had chosen, we saw that, of course, we weren't the first ones there today. There were many people on the banks of the backwater, mostly those who had arrived by car, but it was still possible to find a spot. And after wandering along the shore a bit, we found ourselves a cozy little spot with a clearing and a convenient sandy bank. There were many thickets and bushes on the shore, which greatly enhanced the rest and made it more secluded. I immediately got into the water, while my mother busied herself with setting up our resting place, spreading out the blanket, and hiding the water and food so it would stay cool a little longer. I had been splashing around for a while when she finally carefully took off her light summer dress and was left in just her swimsuit. I always considered my mother a beautiful woman. She always dressed beautifully and fashionably and looked quite young for her thirty-six years. She was of average height. Of course, she had put on a little weight. Her charming face with big eyes and full lips was adorned with the fine wrinkles of a mature woman, which gave her a bit of charm and an extra allure. At my 18 years old, I was already fully admiring women and had had a one-time sexual experience with a girl my age. And in all women, including my mother, I primarily assessed sexuality.
And my mother was very sexy. Her figure, as I expected, did not disappoint. Of course, a slightly plump stomach, butt, and thighs with a bit of softness revealed her as not a young woman, but overall she was very attractive and desirable. Especially her ripe, third-size breasts, whose nipples were clearly outlined through the swimsuit. Her legs, if you could forgive the slight fullness of her hips, were simply divine; my mother always wore dresses and skirts above the knee. And her feet, with their feminine beauty, were absolutely driving me crazy. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a rather stylish swimsuit with strings from the cups and ties on the sides of the bottoms. It was a soft lettuce green color. She slowly entered the water up to her waist and swam smoothly. After swimming for ten minutes, she came out, adjusted her swimsuit, and went to sunbathe. All of this, of course, did not go unnoticed by three guys who had arrived here in a jeep and settled nearby, about thirty meters from us, on the next clearing. But beer was clearly more important to them, and they didn't stare too much. They were all also over thirty, all had little bellies, but looked quite lively in their swim trunks. However, one of the guys did get up, approached her, and started a joking conversation, cheering her up a bit. Laughing, she politely sent him back to his friends. But he apparently wasn't planning to give up so easily.
A few minutes later, he approached her again and politely invited her for a swim. She finally gave in, and they went into the water together. I got out on the shore and, while sunbathing, watched them. He was making my mother laugh and entertaining her; they were talking cheerfully about something with interest. He slowly and carefully crossed the distance into my mother's personal space and, with pleasure, tickled her, lifted her up, threw her into the water, and played tag with her. I was very happy to watch as the guy entertained my mother, and she, like an eighteen-year-old, happy girl, flirted with him. He tried to pull her close, but she, laughing, pushed him away, saying loudly that she was married and not here alone. They came out of the water together, and he returned to his friends, while my mother sat down next to me, and we ate. After lying down for a bit, we both went swimming with her. The guys were also splashing around nearby. Seeing that we were in the water, my mother's suitor swam up to us again; he and my mother swam away from me to the side and chatted about something. Then my mother went ashore, and the guy stayed in the water, swimming back to his friends. Suddenly, I noticed that my mother wasn't on the shore. I went ashore and saw her not far from the thickets, hurrying into them. That would have been fine, but the guy, a little later, also headed after her. So, to avoid being noticed by those two guys, I ran into the thickets. When I found them, they were already kissing and hugging passionately. The guy moved her swimsuit aside from her breasts and buried his face in her chest, grabbing first one nipple, then the other. She just stood there with her eyes closed, quietly moaning. He reached his hand from behind deep into her bottoms and was fully in charge there. Mom wasn't inactive either. She unexpectedly removed her hands from the man's shoulders and reached into his trunks.
The guy reflexively jerked, and they both laughed. However, there was nothing funny in his trunks; a strong male member had been smoking there for a long time. Smiling playfully, she squatted down in front of him, pulled down his trunks, wrapped her hands around his hips, pressed close to him, and took his member into her mouth with her lips. He smiled blissfully, placing his hands on her head, enjoying her blowjob. When she was really getting into it, helping with her hands, he interrupted her, lifted her up, turned her back to him, pulled down her bottoms, taking them off one leg, and, bending her over some tree, lubricating her pussy with spit, inserted his member into her pussy. Mom clearly liked it; she moaned and arched her back even more, trying to impale herself as deeply as possible on the member inserted into her. They moved faster and faster and soon, moaning loudly, came. Without waiting for them to get dressed, I ran back to the clearing. Soon, my mother approached and, after swimming a little, came out and sat down next to me. The guy came a little later and, smiling proudly, joined his friends. My mother, as if nothing had happened, discussed with me the beauty of the local nature and how nice it was to relax here. I lay there sunbathing; the guys cheerfully jumped into the water. Mom also got up and went for a swim. She and the guy swam up to each other again, but my mother no longer pushed him away, and he boldly pressed her to himself; I'd bet he was fucking her in the water. After hugging, they swam off somewhere to the side. I discreetly watched them. Swimming farther away, they came ashore and disappeared into the thickets.
The guys got up and leisurely headed in their direction. I rushed into the thickets again. And I found them in a clearing. I hid and started watching. Everything was simply banal: my mother was lying on her back with her legs spread wide, her head thrown back, eyes closed, and moaning, while the guy on top diligently plowed her pussy with his tool. The guys stealthily crept up to them. The guy who had my mother was trying his best to fuck her more sweetly so she wouldn't think about anything except the member owning her pussy from inside. She didn't even understand what was happening at first when they technically switched, and another guy was already pounding her into the ground with all his might. She tried to resist, to push him away with her hands, but her lower part didn't belong to her; her legs were spread wide, and between them, her new owner of her pussy was rudely pounding her, having full freedom of action between her legs. Unable to resist any longer, she arched and moaned. Her hands forcefully grabbed his hands, which were near her breasts, while she herself writhed and moaned. The guy got up
off her. He put her on all fours, approached her from the front, and started fucking her in the mouth. The third guy finally positioned himself behind her and fucked her in the pussy. The guy fucking her in the mouth came, and soon the guy fucking her in the pussy came too. She got up, pulled up her swimsuit, and walked toward the clearing, sharply pulling her hand away from someone trying to hold her, sharply responding to it. It was clear that she was angry about how rudely and brazenly they had taken her together, like some kind of slut. It was already evening outside, getting dark. But her suitor clearly didn't like my mother's behavior; he quickly caught up with her, grabbed her hair, tore off and threw away her swimsuit. She tried to resist; he turned her by the hair toward him and spat in her mouth. He easily calmed her down by squeezing her hair tighter. Pulling her to a tree, he pressed her hands against it and, holding her by the hair, freed his member with his other hand and inserted it into her pussy.
Mom understood who she belonged to today and stood submissively while being fucked. The guy fucked her monotonously, as if my mother were a fucking machine. Then he turned her around and came in her mouth, forcing her to swallow everything. The second guy fucked her even more roughly. Pounding her from behind doggy-style in the pussy, he turned her face toward him, slapped her cheeks with his palms, spat in her mouth, and yelled something in her ear, forcing her to answer. Then he ordered her to suck. Mom didn't even think of disobeying anymore. Fucking her in the mouth, the guy forcefully drove his member all the way in, grabbed her by the hair, spat in her mouth, and gave my mother his member, and to make her suck better, he slapped her cheeks with his palms, which was quite telling. When he came. The third guy approached my mother and put her on all fours again. He tried for a long time to insert it into her ass, but it, after swimming, didn't really want to let him in. Finally, he gave up and suggested something to his friends. They ordered the naked mother to go with them and headed toward the clearing.
Mom was depressed. Everything had always been fine between her and my father, and in their 18 years of marriage, she had probably cheated on him no more than 5 times. And here, in one evening, she had been used so many times that she probably lost count of the sexual acts, and far from with love, but like some roadside slut. I rushed to the shore; by then, all the vacationers had left, with rare exceptions. Then the guys with the naked mother appeared from the thickets. But she didn't come to me; she sat with them in a circle. They lit a campfire, and one of the guys called me. I approached and sat with them by the fire. Mom tried to sit relaxed and casually, even smiling a little.
— Well, did you miss me already? — she asked cheerfully, as if everything was normal, and she hadn't been fucked by a group, hadn't had someone come in her mouth about 5 times, and hadn't been raped like a slut. And generally, it was no big deal that she was naked and I was staring right at her.
— We've agreed with your mother here that we'll be gentle with her in front of you, and she'll give us a night of pleasure. Right, sweetie? — her suitor explained to me.
— Yes. — agreed my mother and added, as if on her own:
— Son, I know you're a grown boy and understand everything. I've decided to stay and have sex with these men tonight — trying to maintain enviable calm, my mother attempted to prepare me for her next gang rape. And she added jokingly:
— You won't tell your father, will you?
— For the umpteenth time? — I thought to myself
The guys sat talking about something, drinking beer, and the one who still hadn't inserted it into her ass was rummaging in the car
— Found it — he suddenly shouted and confidently walked toward the fire.
— Get on all fours, ass up — he commanded.
Mom obediently turned, got on all fours, and raised her rear. He leaned over her and cheerfully began pouring massage oil from a bottle onto my mother's butt, lubricating it. Slowly, he inserted one, then a second finger. With the oil, he began working on her ass. Having thoroughly kneaded my mother's butt, he stood up and said to my mother:
— Now it will be more pleasant for both of us.
He took off his trunks and mounted my mother from above, aimed his long-erect member at her ass, and slowly but confidently pushed it into my mother's rear. It immediately gave way, letting him deep into my mother's butt, which in turn surrendered its possessor to the new owner, who drove his member deeper and faster into her body, making her gasp and moan, biting her lip. After fucking her in the ass, he pulled his member out and, approaching my mother from the front, inserted it into her mouth. The guys, and I too, were well aroused watching such a spectacle. My mother's suitor stood up, approached her now-free ass, and again made my mother's butt work with full dedication. After coming in her, the guys sat down contentedly by the fire.
The guy who had slapped her cheeks sent her to rinse off a bit, then lay on his back and ordered my mother to please him. She first gave him a blowjob, firmly holding his member, then sat on him with her pussy and started bouncing, moaning in rhythm, then did the same with her ass. When he told her, she quickly jumped off his member and, lowering herself, began sucking energetically, swallowing all the semen at the end. Having fucked to their heart's content and deciding to have more fun, they ordered her to service me too.
— Enjoy it, my dear — she said and very tenderly began kissing my feet, carefully touching them with her soft lips. She kissed my feet all over, licked my balls, while carefully massaging my member. Then she played with it with her tongue, gently kissed it, and took it into her mouth. And she diligently began sucking, trying to give me as much pleasure as possible from her mouth. The guys became envious and ordered me to fuck her properly. She got on all fours and turned her backside to me. I started fucking her, sometimes in the pussy, sometimes in the ass, although it was pointless; my mother's holes had been used so many times today that there was nothing for me to do there with my still not fully matured member. Seeing this, the guys put my mother on her knees and ordered me to pound her throat. After a few minutes of furious fucking of her mouth, I came in her throat and stepped back, while she gradually caught her breath. The guys let us go, as they probably didn't want anything more from my mother.
We returned to our spot; my mother went to wash up, I gathered the blanket, she put her dress on her naked body, and we went farther away from our tormentors. Then we lay down to sleep until morning. In the morning, we woke up and drove home. It was cool to see how her naked body showed through the dress. Approaching the house, she asked me:
— Let's forget everything.
— Mom, how can I forget such an insatiable lover — I joked back
— Don't worry, I'll still provide that for you, but as for the rest, don't remind me of it — she said sternly.
In the evening, my father returned and boasted about his vacation; it's a pity we couldn't boast about ours to him.