With friends
This story happened to me when I was 20. We were celebrating our friend Kostik's eighteenth birthday. Mikha, Zheka, and Stas were my age, and we all lived in the same building. Gathering our whole crew at five in the evening, we headed to Kostik's place. His mom opened the door for us—Natalya Vasilyevna, or Aunt Natasha to us. She was 37, a brunette of average height, with size 4 breasts, a slightly plump figure, and a devilishly appetizing ass. She was wearing only a robe that didn't hide her knees. Even before entering the apartment, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples were clearly visible, pointing in different directions, and her breasts shook with every movement
and hypnotized me."Are you going to celebrate on the doorstep?!" she asked me with a cheerful smile, bringing me back to reality.
We went into one of the rooms of the two-room apartment, where there was a sideboard with a TV, a sofa, and a table next to it, where Kostik was standing and setting out plates.
After congratulating him, we gave him gifts, tugged his ears, and sat down at the table, watching his sexy mom run from the table to the kitchen, bringing us salads, drinks, and snacks.
"Let me help," volunteered the proactive Misha and started helping her in the kitchen. When the whole table was full, she went to change and came back to us and started giving instructions. "You boys, don't drink too much, behave like humans, and don't break the glass in my new sideboard," she said, wagging her finger. "Yes, if anything, there's more food in the kitchen, you can manage yourselves, because I'm leaving."
"But where are you going?!" we protested in unison. "Stay with us," Mikha and Zheka began to persuade her.
"We'll sit a bit, drink to your son's health," continued Mikha.
"And keep an eye on us so we don't break the sideboard," I blurted out, looking at her beautiful face. She looked at Kostik with an expression that clearly said she wanted to stay with us and was asking his permission with her gaze.
"Come on, Mom," Kostya immediately replied. "Stay."
If he had known what a mistake he was making, he would never have asked her to stay.
Aunt Natasha was clearly delighted and went back to her room to change again. She came out in the same robe and sat on a chair between me and Kostik. Aunt Natasha was always a cheerful woman, talking and joking a lot; she apparently enjoyed talking with her son's friends and generally liked young company.
Music was playing, and we knocked back shot after shot, making toast after toast, with pleasant breaks for fun conversation. Natalya Vasilyevna's face lit up and turned red when Zheka declared:
"Let's drink to Aunt Natasha, because if she weren't so beautiful, Kostya would be a total freak." Everyone laughed, and Kostya just started shaking; we were howling with laughter. He was clearly jealous of his mom. You could see she liked the attention from us. In those moments when something like that happened, I noticed how she would thrust out her large breasts so they hung over the plate like a cliff over the sea; at those times, her nipples protruded more and more and were visible to the naked eye. Or she would reach for a salad, teasing me with a slightly revealed nipple, then get up and clear the empty dishes, swaying her round ass as she went to the kitchen, openly showing off her curves.
It was already dark outside, and Misha was passing out from the drinking. We took him to the other room and put him to sleep. Everyone was already drunk but kept drinking. The second to go was Zheka; he felt sick and was puking in the toilet so loudly we could even hear it. "Maybe we should sleep too?" suddenly blurted out Kostya, who was sitting on a chair, interrupting my conversation with his mom. "I'm starting to crash too."
"I'll sit a bit longer, if you don't mind," I said, switching my attention back to his mom.
"Go lie down, son, in my—" Aunt Natasha showed concern.
After sitting and thinking for a bit, he said, "No, if we're partying, we're partying," and sat on the edge of the sofa.
"What a bastard," I thought. "He must be really jealous if he doesn't want to leave her alone with me."
"Let's watch some TV," I suggested to Aunt Natasha.
She agreed. Turning off the stereo, I turned on the TV and dimmed the lights, sat on the sofa, pulling Aunt Natasha along with me. Pouring vodka into shot glasses, the three of us drank and stared at the TV. She was between me and her son, who was already snoring loudly in a sitting position. The light from the TV fell on the table, and everything on it was clearly visible. After drinking more vodka, Aunt Natasha started telling me that she raises her son alone; his dad took off when he was born. Then she began complaining that she had no one and how hard it is for a woman alone. I listened while pouring vodka into glasses—trying to get her drunk while accidentally brushing my elbow against her breast.
"I guess I'm already old," she concluded and hung her head.
"You're not old at all," I said. "You look really good and sexy," I comforted her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Let's have another drink." And after tossing back a shot, she said:
"Thank you, Anton, but that's not what I mean," she began. "It's very hard for a woman alone, especially with a son. A man's hand, so to speak, is missing in the house."
"Well, Aunt Natasha, don't hesitate to ask; we'll help you, we can do anything," I said cheerfully.
"Thank you, I'll remember that," she smiled. "But that's half the trouble; even with your help, it won't get easier for me," said Natalya Vasilyevna, tugging at the hem of her robe on her knee.
"You mean you're missing sex," I said, reading her thoughts.
She widened her eyes and stared at me, saying:
"Maybe," she said sadly, lowering her gaze.
"Well, we know how to do that too; vocational school teaches you everything," I said, as if joking.
"I could be your mother, and I'm too old for you," she said, clearly not getting my sense of humor.
"But you, Aunt Natasha, look a hundred percent," I continued, giving a compliment. "To be honest, I've liked you for a long time."
She laughed. In the light from the TV, I saw her blush and say with a smile:
"Forget it, you're still little."
"Who's little? Me?!" I protested, slightly rising from the sofa and putting my hand on her knee.
"Want me to prove I'm not little?!" I said and looked into her eyes, which said their owner was very drunk.
"And how?" asked the completely plastered mom, her son sleeping a meter away in a sitting position.
With the hand that was on her knee, I wrapped my arm around her waist and planted a hot kiss on her lips. The response to my kiss was immediate, and she passionately explored my mouth with her tongue, wrapping both hands around my head and neck. We kissed for about a minute when I decided to take decisive action and, leaving her waist, gently placed my hand on her breast. She didn't mind; we kept kissing, and then, grabbing her tit, I started massaging it carefully at first. etales.ru She breathed excitedly. The careful breast massage turned into an intense one with nipple tweaking. I broke away from her mouth and started covering her ears and neck with kisses; her heavy breathing mixed with quiet, short moans. Then I slipped my hand under the robe and continued kneading, now, her bare breast. She was stroking my hair, and her other hand, as if searching for something, wandered over my back.
I realized she was completely mine now. Growing bolder, I broke away from her lips and grabbed the edges of the robe with both hands. She watched my hands, waiting for my actions. I started parting the robe; she looked with me at her breasts and asked:
"Do you like them?!"
"Your tits are amazing, Aunt Natasha," I replied.
My gaze was presented with two firm pyramids with hard, stone-like, brown nipples. With my lips, I latched onto one of them and started sucking, while my hand began stroking her entire leg from her knee to her thigh. She threw her head back and breathed excitedly. Her quiet moans changed to slightly louder and longer ones. With one eye, I kept watch to make sure her son didn't wake up. But he, luckily for me, was sleeping like a log.
Stopping fondling her, I used both hands to untie the bow of the belt that was preventing me from taking Aunt Natasha's robe off. She opened her eyes and looked at me.
"I'm a decent woman," she tried to say seriously, but it sounded more like pleading—"undress me and fuck me."
The decent woman lifted her ass so I could more easily take off her panties. The robe remained on her shoulders, and sitting back in my place, I started kissing her again while simultaneously pulling the robe off her shoulders. She moved her arms back to make it easier for me, and voila! The robe immediately flew to the floor, leaving the drunk mom completely naked a meter from her son. Her pubic area was smoothly shaved; she must have been preparing, I thought, and my hand went to her pussy; she was already dripping wet. My fingers immediately started massaging her clit. She spread her legs. Her whole appearance made it clear she was incredibly turned on, not paying any attention to her son's presence, as if he weren't even there.
I started pulling off my T-shirt. She, with both hands, began unbuttoning my belt, but she was so drunk nothing was working. So I got rid of my pants and underwear myself, laid her on her side so her head rested on her son's knee. Positioning myself behind her, I lifted one of her legs with one hand to make it easier to enter, while the other dangled from the sofa and touched the floor with her shin. I slowly inserted my cock into her vagina and started fucking her leisurely, picking up the pace. She lay with her eyes closed and moaned; her breasts swung up and down in rhythm with my movements.
My head was about thirty centimeters from Kostik's head, on whose knees his mother was being fucked. His knee moved along with Natalya Vasilyevna's head, but he still remained unconscious. The pace increased so much that the slaps against her ass sounded as loud as the TV, and anyone walking in the hallway would undoubtedly hear them. And as luck would have it, that "anyone" turned out to be Zhenya, who had finished "calling Poseidon" and came to his senses, entering our room. Seeing this, he froze in shock and, realizing what was happening, started nervously twirling his finger at his temple and making faces at me in the gloom like—"what are you doing?! Are you crazy?"
"Shhh," I hissed, putting a finger to my lips. Standing up, I grabbed Aunt Natasha's body with both hands and, saying, "Aunt Natasha, I want you from behind," put her on all fours on the sofa so her elbows rested on the armrest. I gestured for him to taste the hot body, pointing at her ass with my finger. He froze in indecision and, looking at the sleeping Kostya, moved toward us, walking around the table and unbuttoning his belt. I stood next to Aunt Natasha, who started crying out, drowning out the TV and Zhenya, who, kneeling at full length, was driving his cock along the lubricated hole of his friend's mother, who, if he had woken up, would have seen his white buttocks to the right of his head.
Suddenly, after a minute, Aunt Natasha started shaking, and I realized she was coming. Standing next to her head, I started stroking her hair with my hand. She lifted her head, opened her eyes, and saw me. She realized a second guy was fucking her now.
"Boys, stop! Ahh, please! Ahh, I don't want to! Ahh!" she pleaded, completely weakened from the orgasm, wiggling her ass trying to free herself from the cock sticking in her.
"Come on, Aunt Natasha, we can see you want it," I said, lifting her head by the hair, and with the other hand took my limp cock and ran it over her lips.
"We love you and are making you feel good. Right, Zheka?" I said again and exposed the head and gently placed the tip in her half-open mouth, which started emitting muffled moans. Zhenya kept fucking her like an animal, not paying attention to me.
"Suck it, Aunt Natasha, do something nice for me." At these words, she started lazily playing with the head of my cock with her tongue. From these games, my cock got hard again, and now, taking her head in both hands, I started fucking her mouth like the last whore.
I started coming and tried to shove my cock all the way down her throat, but it hit a wall; because of this, Natalya Vasilyevna choked and, gasping, tore her head from my embrace, started convulsively catching air with her lips, deeply inhaling and opening her mouth, from which a mixture of her saliva and my cum dripped down her chin onto the sofa. Then Zheka, with a roar, started coming inside her pussy and, catching his breath, said, "Let me fuck her from the front." We switched places; now I was fucking her from behind, and Zhenya was enjoying a blowjob. I got into the groove and went at it so hard that I hit the sleeping Kostya in the face with my ass; he didn't even wake up. And his mom, smacking her lips, was sucking like an experienced whore and, mixed with moans, was enjoying group sex with her son's young friends. After fucking her like that for about thirty minutes, Zhenya asked enthusiastically:
"Natalya Vasilyevna, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
She freed her mouth from the cock and said, "No!!! What are you thinking! I'm a decent woman!"
Zhenya and I laughed together.
"You don't mind if we fuck you in the ass?" asked Zhenya, holding her by the hair.
"No!!! I don't want to!!! Leave me alone!!! I'm begging you. We've already gone too far," she protested and tried to push his hand away from her and wiggled her ass to shake off my dick. Grabbing her by the waist, I lifted her, moved her to the edge of the sofa, and laid her stomach on the armrest where an hour ago she had drooled a mixture of saliva and cum. Zhenya held her head with both hands. She was on all fours so it was convenient for me.
"Boys, please," she pleaded, but we didn't care.
I lubricated my cock in her vagina and began penetration into her anus; she cried out and completely freaked out and started screaming.
"Shut up or you'll wake your son," said Zhenya.
Remembering that her son was sleeping at the other end of the sofa, she calmed down.
I came right in her ass. The sight was terribly depraved; cum was dripping from her vagina and ass, and she, already in a drunken delirium, started quietly saying:
"Sorry, Kostik, they're fucking me; I can't do anything, sorry, sorry."
Yielding my place to Zhenya, I stepped aside and watched as, with the words, "Now it's my turn," Zhenya shoved his dick into the same place where I had just come a minute ago.
"Boys, what are you doing to me..." she didn't get to finish as Zhenya interrupted her: "Fucking you like a whore in every hole."
She started crying but stopped struggling, giving Zhenya full control over her ass.__P