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I was probably a bad son for wanting something like that for my mom. But I’m telling it as it is, not exaggerating at all and hiding nothing from you. I wanted it with all my heart. I craved for him to start coming on to my mom, to start groping her, touching her everywhere. And I hoped very much she wouldn’t be against it. After all, she was on the stimulant which — I wanted very much to believe — was working. The palms moved again. I held my breath. Lower. Still lower. There they were, almost fully on her ass. And she, judging by what she was doing, wasn’t against it at all. She kept dancing with him as if nothing was happening. There it was!
I felt warmth gathering low in my belly, heat beginning to spread from my groin through the rest of my body. His cock was so close to me that I could see every centimeter of its flesh, every winding vein that traced it, the glistening head on which a small bead of clear fluid had appeared — the kind that in men serves as a sort of lubricant. My breathing grew deeper; I began to breathe with my whole chest. I also felt my cheeks beginning to burn with a mixture of arousal and shame.
No. Aigul could not let Eva down. Besides, why had she herself defiled her body by opening it to a male gaze? She had to put an end to the filthy farce. The Kazakh girl fell to her knees and, moving in such a way as to expose as little as possible of her naked body to the male gaze, approached the mathematician. Aigul was seeing a cock so close for the first time. It seemed small and somehow pathetic to her. Quickly, so as not to change her mind, she took it in her hand and directed it into her mouth. What now? Not knowing how to behave, the girl timidly sucked the feeble appendage. Her mouth was immediately filled with a viscous salty liquid. Sperm! Aigul pushed the cock out of her mouth with her tongue but could not pull away. One male hand caught her from behind by the neck, the other tightly clamped her mouth and nose, giving her no opportunity to spit out the disgusting slime.
Semyon patted her on the head and drew her a little toward himself. The thick head touched her lips and went inside. To see your future wife secretly giving another man a blowjob is an astonishing sight. It is at once repulsive and mesmerizing. I was entirely there; my arms had gone numb, my legs too. I hung on that vertical ladder, feeling I would not last long. My fingers had gone white from the strain, but I could not tear my eyes from the window. Ira was already actively sucking the PE teacher’s cock, her eyes closed. Her head moved forward and back, and I saw her cheeks hollow. Semyon was taking his pleasure, his head thrown back, his hand pushing Ira’s head. His face expressed bliss, and I suddenly understood that I had never seen such an expression on Irina when she was with me.
It's always not easy when your mom works at the same school where you study. Especially when your mom is an attractive woman of thirty-five, with size-three breasts, a perfect hourglass figure, moderately wide hips, firm buttocks, and who also likes to dress in rather short skirts and always unbuttons a few buttons of her blouses. And if anyone thinks I'm exaggerating, believe me, not at all. From the outside it may seem that there's nothing to it, but in reality…
Pavel wasn't actually my own son. He was Dima's son from his first marriage. The young man was twenty-two, fourteen years younger than me. And yes, he didn't always call me Mom; most often he addressed me either by name or called me Aunt Lena. He only said Mom in certain cases when he wanted something from me. Right now... I kept getting closer and closer to the door, wanting to look inside and see what my son was doing (I'll call him that because I really did treat him like my own son despite his origin). Of course the moans I heard didn't give me the best feeling about what was happening in the room, but... but I still hoped I was wrong and that what I had heard wasn't what I thought.
For the girl this was the first contact in her life with a male sexual organ. Aigul instinctively clenched and recoiled. Mikhail Mikhalych, with a quiet chuckle, seized her hips and pulled her towards himself. He slightly stretched the halves of Aigul's bottom and began the struggle with her tight sphincter. He took his cock in his hand and by thrusts forced a path for himself. His cock was short but fairly thick. Each successive thrust allowed the penis to penetrate half a centimetre deeper. Aigul wept from the tearing pain and humiliation. The lecturer was not concerned by her tears. What had Eva said? One must relax? How was one supposed to relax when it hurt so much? Nevertheless Aigul, fighting panic, tried as best she could. It was very difficult. For the cock was penetrating deeper and deeper, as if increasing in size. It seemed to Aigul that she was about to be torn apart.
