Timka turned on the water in the bathroom and, carefully closing the door, tiptoed to the hall door. He once again watched his father fuck his mother hard and his heart beat beating fast. Still, after Timkin's mother was a woman in the juice. She was 38 years old and she was pregnant! Timkin's sister was with her grandmother, and he gave the last session of the first year of university ...

“Aaaa! ... Yyymmmm ...” shouted mother. - Careful, dear, otherwise we won't have Masha!

- Come on come on bitch! - shouted his father. - Take my stake in your broken-down hollow! You give birth to me not only Masha, but also so many more, how many I want! Do you understand?

- DddAAAA! Aaaaannnnn ... OOOyyyy !!! - answered mother, continuing to moan and holding a hand to the bottom of the shaking belly.

The father forcefully drove his mother to the eggs, and his dick was sooo decent. Timka saw him several times. It was a gun about 22 centimeters and a caliber with a good cucumber. In addition, his father was in great shape. And Timka also got it in the neck if he missed sports activities with his father, since his father was very strict. Apparently this happens with most of the military, and Timkin's father was a military man, that their order life goes everywhere, including family.

Strange, but looking at his fucking mother, Timka did not feel pity for her. He saw in her a lustful female, pleasing the male, who was his father. Eight months ago, their family once again moved. My father had a peculiar tradition to conceive at each new apartment a new child, so you probably already realized that during the whole time of serving your father, we changed three apartments.

Meanwhile, the father took out a bottle of beer and, smearing the bottom with lubricant, began to introduce it into her mother's pussy. Mom squeezed her lips and blanket with her hands, but endured, no matter what. Her head tossed alternately right and left, and her father continued to introduce a bottle into her. Finally, I saw half a half-liter bottle enter my mother. And my father began to gradually introduce and display it.

- Well, poston ... Poston a little. I allow! - He ordered.

- Nnnnaaaaaa ... yyyyynnnnnn ... Aaaaayyyyy ... Ooooyyyy ... - heard from the mouth of the mother with each movement of the bottle.

- Great! Listen, with Anya you had a less juicy pussy! - the father admired, continuing to fuck with a bottle mother.

- AaaaannnnAAaaaa! - shouted mother. - With Anka and a smaller bottle was AAA! Aaaaammmm ...

- Yeah ..., - his father smiled, - "The old miller" knows how to surprise with a bottle!

He leaned over, kissed his mother, and went to dress for work. For tomorrow, they were to appoint staff exercises. And my father should come to the head of the garrison to verify the call sign codes and general instructions. I ran into him at the door, pretending that I had just left the bathroom. However, the father understood that I saw him and his mother. He smiled, patted my head, and left. I entered the room. Mother hastily took off her robe, which already hardly converged on her big belly.

- Enjoy your steam, son!

- Thanks Mom! - I answered, carefully looking at her.

Her hair was disheveled, her hands squeezed a wet towel and a bottle of “The Old Miller” all matte from my mom's juices. Mother smiled, looking at me, and quickly passed by, taking everything with her.

- Do you want to eat? - I heard from the kitchen.

- No, mom! - I replied, sitting down on the sofa.

“Then I’ll have a bathroom, and then we’ll have lunch.” Good?

- Well, mom!

When the door slammed behind my mother, I waited a bit and went to her room. On her bed lay her bra. He was still warm. He was just on his mother! I carefully examined the cups. They were smeared with colostrum and a little wet. Mother's breasts were big. The size of the fourth or fifth. In any case, during the pregnancy, they are very grown up. I put my hand on the cup of her bra. It did not fit in my hand completely. I imagined that I was squeezing her breasts, and my dick involuntarily tensed up. At that moment the water in the bathroom stopped flowing, and I heard a sound when they were hanging the shower. Immediately putting the bra, I hurried into another room to the TV. After half a minute the bathroom door opened and the mother came out.

- Tim! - She called.

- Enjoy your steam, mom! - I shouted.

- Thank you, son! - she said, entering the room to the son.

Timka was sitting on the couch, on which his father was fucking his mother half an hour ago, and was watching TV. He turned his head. Mother was in a bathrobe, hair was wet and curls fell on her shoulders.

- Hungry? She asked, walking over to him and patting his hair.

- Yeah, mom, there is a bit. - At this point, Timkin member treacherously tensed.

- Well, a little bit tolerate? Mom will dry her hair now.

- Of course! - Timka answered and continued to pretend that he was watching TV.

In fact, he carefully and eagerly watched his mother. She went to the closet and took out a hairdryer. Sitting on a chair, she began to comb her hair, not bothering attention. She thought that her son was completely absorbed in watching television, so she was calm. Timka saw how the hem of the dressing-gown rode up when her mother sat down in the chair. This gave him the opportunity to see that between the legs of the mother did not have panties, and that the cunt was clean, without hair. Mother took a hairdryer and dried her hair, peering into a small mirror. At this moment, when she raised her hand, one edge of her robe lifted, giving her son a glance to see a big dark halo on his chest. Timofey sat, not stirring, as if he was afraid to scare away luck. Suddenly he caught his mother’s sharp gaze. He quickly turned to the TV.

- What? Is there anything interesting on TV? The mother asked, adjusting her robe.

"I caught it!" - Timka's terrible thought flashed through her. "Now he will complain to his father, and he ... Yes, that got it!"

Mother finished drying and put the hair dryer in place.

- I'm going to warm us lunch. “Father will come soon,” she said.

Timka silently sat on the couch, pondering his position. Suddenly, thoughts themselves flowed in a completely different direction. He suddenly remembered about fucking parents. He remembered several dozen of them only in the last five days. And each time his father fucked his mother hard, and his mother unquestioningly carried out his orders. Timkin thoughts themselves went on a certain course of far-reaching arguments. Therefore, he reasoned, she was prone to obedience. So you can not be timid with her. A sudden doorbell interrupted the current train of thought. This father came.

Mother went to open, and Timka sat and waited for his unenviable fate. He listened to the whisper between his parents and waited for his father to summon him to a “man’s conversation” in a loud voice. But the strange silence made him calm down a bit. “Maybe Mother won't tell Father,” he reassured himself. “In the end, what did I do?” Well, looked and looked! What can't I look at my mother now? ”Suddenly, he heard Kiss and her mother's quiet moans. He realized that father and mother kiss. And the mother is whispering something to him. “Here is a female!” Thought Timofey. “Only recently fucked! And she is not enough! ” At this time, his eyes fell on the mirror wall of the cabinet, in which he saw kissing. Her mother hugged her father for the head and eagerly kissed her lips, while her father would climb between her legs with her hand. My mother's robe was unbuttoned and her big belly was ripping from it. From this type of member at Timka again tense and was ready to shoot. At the same instant, he saw that his father looked at him. But he did not look menacing, but somehow strange. Timka quickly averted his eyes. But, at the same instant, he looked at his father again. His father continued to look at him, but Timka no longer looked away. He looked at kissing parents. For a moment, it seemed to him that his father had slightly turned his mother's abdomen toward the mirror, giving the visitor a better look at the action. Timka swallowed. The next action of the father plunged his son into an exciting, exciting stupor. The father smoothly opened his dressing gown and a large maternal udder with brown areoles and large nipples appeared to Timka.
On the face of his father, he read a slight smile. Then the father covered his mother's robe, and he and his mother went to their room. A minute later, Timothy heard the muffled groan of his mother, accompanied by the creaking of the sofa. However, he was so impressed by what he saw that he did not even rise from his seat to watch his parents.

- Suffer it, bear my grumpy! - whispered father. - Now I will merge!

- Come on, dear! - moaned mother. - Womb just do not tear, damned!

- Be patient! - whispered father. - Do not break off! You know that I love to the fullest.

“Ahhhhh ... mmmmm ...” Mother moaned. - You already get me to the bottom! I can't take it anymore ... No urine ... I want to shout ... so good ...

“Wait a second shout,” said the father, breathing rapidly, “It's too early, dear.”

- Aaayyyy ... Oooooooooooo ... Hurry! - moaned mother. - And then I have exhausted the whole!

- I'm finishing! Oooo ... - father whispered.

- Stop it, dear! Aaaayyy ... Stop it! Aaaammmmnnnn ... Oh, how her many! Uuufff ... - Timka heard her mother's giggle, coming to himself.

Son heard someone go to the bathroom. It was a mother, because immediately after the close of the bathroom door a father entered the hall.

- How are you student? He asked calmly, in a good mood.

- OK, dad. - Timka answered timidly.

There was a pause, which was accompanied only by the sound of water in the bathroom.

- Well ... How do you see? - suddenly asked the father.

- By ... what? - nervously stuttering asked Tim.

- Well, that you watched now. - quietly continued father.

“I ...” began Timka.

- You watched! I have seen! - interrupted his father.

- Yes, Dad ... Forgive me, please! - timidly said son.

- For what? Said the father suddenly, looking fervently at his son. - You are, after all, a man! The future father, head of the family, protector! So, or not?

“Yes, so ...” Timka answered quietly.

“And you really didn't notice anything?” - surprised father.

- What exactly? - asked Timka.

- You really did not notice that I turned the mother so that you saw her in all its glory? The father asked slyly.

“I noticed ... It seemed to me ...” Tim answered timidly.

- You did not think! - clearly said father. - I did it especially for you!

Tim, sitting all this time with his head down, looked up and looked at his father.

“But ... Why, dad?”

- What for? - Asked the father, and leaned slightly forward to his son. - And then, that I do not want you to become impotent! What do you think, I do not know what you are looking for us? I know!

“But dad ...” began Timka.

- I know! - continued father. - Mom we have beautiful?

- Yes, dad! Very beautiful ... ”began Timka hotly.

- Understand! - interrupted the father. “And you would like her ...”

- Yes ... - I could not resist, blurted out a hot Timka and covered his mouth with his hand, so as not to shake up anything else.

“Hmmm ... Hussar!” BUT? Said the father cheerfully, looking at his son. - Now I see that hormones play in you be healthy!

- I'm sorry, Dad! - squeezed out reddened Timka.

- And what would you like? Well ... with mom ... - father asked good-naturedly.

Timka was silent, not knowing whether his father was joking or speaking seriously.

- Well, talk! I allow! - the majestic tone said the head of the family. - I will not scold.

Timka quietly began to mumble something unintelligible.

- Louder and clear! Said the father.

- I want my mom t ... tr ... tra ... - Timka mumbled.

- ... Fuck mother. - finished for his father.

- Dddaaaa ... - Tim squeezed out a little chant.

“Well, that's quite understandable, considering that all your girlfriends scattered home for the holidays ...”

Then he stared at his son.

- So what? Do you want much? - he asked slyly.

“Strong ...” the son answered, lowering his head.

- Very very? - with enthusiasm continued father.

- Yeah ... - a little emboldened, nodded Timka.

- Well, what to do with you ... - continued the father.

Timka slowly raised his head and carefully looked at his father. His look was appealing. Father and son looked into each other's eyes. After a moment of silence, my father said:

- Damn with you! I allow!

- What are you allowed? - asked Tim.

- Mother fuck authorize! - clearly said father. “Only ...”

- What? - Timka asked with a shiver in his voice.

“Do not show your timidity,” the father answered and smiled. - She doesn’t like shy people!

Timka looked at his father with such devotional gaze and love that, it seemed, order the father to go alone to the son of an army of thousands of enemies now, then Timka would not hesitate.

- Thank you, folder! - He said and hugged his father.

- Do not thank - smiling father. - She still zaebet ...

- Will not work! - smiled Timka. - I'm your son!

“Well, okay ...” said the father. - Now have lunch! And in the evening ... I'll see you in action! And remember: do not be timid!

In the shower no more water flow. And soon Mom came out of the bathroom in a familiar green-yellow robe. She went to her room to change clothes. Timka already wanted to follow her, but his father took his hand.

- Do not need now! - he said. - Spoil the whole thing!

“But ... I want to very much,” said Timka.

- Be patient! The main commandment of the hunter! Said the father. - Do you remember that even an hour ago you could not even have a mom ... And now? This is it!

Father looked at his son.

- Let's go to lunch!

And they headed to the kitchen. Passing past the parents' bedroom, Tim accidentally looked to the left. On the couch, everything was also lying around a bra and a wet towel added to it. Mother combed her hair by the mirror and cast a quick glance at her son.

- What? Have lunch? - she asked.

- Yes mom! - smiling, said Tim.

- I am coming right now! - Mom said, finishing styling hair.

At dinner, the whole family ate silently. Timka eaten up his dinner as fast as a pack of hungry dogs was chasing him. The clock on the wall showed eighteen minutes past four.

- Late lunch! - Dad noticed.

“Yes, honey, I'm sorry,” mum hesitated.

- Will not forgive! - responded father.

- I compensate! - slyly said the mother.

Timka came out from the table, thanking and kissing his mother. Kissing her, he looked with his eyes at the unfolded collar of the dressing gown, and saw the mother’s tender pink breasts lying on a large pregnant belly. From my mother emanated the aroma of tea tree and lemon. He barely restrained himself from not squeezing those breasts. But, remembering the instruction of his father, he went into the room.

Sitting on the sofa, he turned on the TV. But channel switching did nothing. On all channels, as if on a special note, they were broadcasting news, or talk shows. He listened to the mysterious silence in the kitchen. And his desire, and curiosity pushed him to action. He went quietly to the kitchen. Already passing through the door to the bedroom of his parents, he heard a slight moan coming from the kitchen. Timka carefully, with one eye looked out the door. He saw the mother, who was sitting on her lap, and was doing her father a blowjob. Father, imposingly lounging on a chair, spread his legs and mother, smacking and mumbling sucked his dick.
- Come on, suck it ... - he moaned. - Well suck! To the last drop, understand?

“Oooh ... mmmmuuu ...,” the mother replied, making mouth friction.

The father opened his eyes and saw his son. Mother had her back to the door and, therefore, could not see Timka. The father smiled and, wanting to reassure his son and demonstrate his power, pulled the penis out of his mother’s mouth and, showing his size, said to the mother:

- Eggs lick!

She began to lick her father's eggs meekly. Meanwhile, he crawled his hand along the barrel of his gun. Timka had never seen anything like it. With all his heart, he wanted to join them and settle down with his mother's bottom, but the gesture of his father, showing that it was not yet time, made him stop. The father again sent his club to the mother’s mouth, and he, bending down, pulled up the hem of his mother’s robe, giving his son the opportunity to see his mother’s wide ass. Suddenly, the father pulled his pelvis and pulled the mother's head by the hair on his penis. The couple huddled in passionate, convulsing convulsions of mutual orgasm. From the mouth of the mother to the floor spilled sperm. The rest of the mother swallowed greedily.

- Come on, take it with you! - commanded the father.

And my mother readily began to lick the remnants of sperm, spilled on the floor.

- Like this! Said the father when the floor became clean. - And for the fact that spilled, will have to work in the evening!

- Always ready, dear! - often breathing, the mother answered.

She began to climb out of the table, and the son rushed to the hall with a bullet. Mother again went to the bathroom to wash. And the father, having left the table, went to the room to the son.

- Well, have you seen it? - he asked.

- Yes, dad! - blurted out Tim. - Well, you have a cudgel!

- Wait for more! - the father said. - Fuck with mine and you will have this.

- A mother with us! - the son admired. - What is her ass!

- Yes, we have it all beautiful! - Father retorted.

- And in the ass it can be? - did not let up with Timk's questions.

“I don't fuck her, but you probably can,” the father said bluntly. - Even, probably, it is in the ass and it will be better.

- Why? - asked Tim.

- Yes, because the Nurse has so hollowed hollow, that you will be there, like a pencil in a bank.

“Hmmm ... Is that why?” - Timka wilted.

- Well, so, probably, you just gave birth to two. And abortions five pieces! - the father said, having opened up.

Timka drooped his head. He so wanted his mother precisely in the vagina! And here is a misfire ... The father, seeing this, said:

- Yes, you do not be shy! Do you know how much you can do with pussy?

And seeing the interest of the son added:

- Do not be afraid! I will show and teach!

At that moment a mother entered.

- What are we keeping secret about? She asked jokingly.

- So ... Men's talk. Said the father, looking at Tim.

- Oh, how interesting! - smiled mom. - Can I find out?

- It is impossible! - said Tim hard.

“Well, okay, okay ...” her mother said softly. - It is impossible not so impossible!

Mother looked at her father.

- Dear, how are things going for tomorrow?

- Two shirts! - clearly reported the father. - And in general, only two sets. I'm for a week!

- And what do they always drive you, when is the weather good?! It's time for a walk! To be with the family ... And in general ... - she looked slyly at her father.

- For a week! - repeated his father.

“I see ...” the mother sighed, rising to pack the required things in her bag.

- Well, felt? - Father asked Tim when his mother left the room.

“Yes, dad,” his son breathed. - I even feel better. I even liked it!

- Well, you do not distort! Said the father menacingly. - She's your mother after all! Therefore, I allow only as a last resort, when you pripret merge. Got it?

Timka obediently nodded his head, hearing his father’s serious tone, for he knew what he could mean. He watched TV for some time and thought in parallel how to fuck with mom. But, remembering that his father promised to teach and show, and he never threw words to the wind, Timka calmed down. The father and mother in the room collected things and periodically heard his bass, when he did not find in place of that or another thing.

For these cases, Timka did not notice how the clock showed a quarter past eight. Father entered the hall.

- All sitting? - he asked. - Not tired? Maybe we will deal with it?

- Dddaaaa! - Timka already jumped in the chair. - Now we will fuck her?

“There is such a thought ...” said his father slyly.

- I'm ready! - almost screamed Tim.

- Not! Said the father. “Eat a quick snack first.”

“I'm not hungry,” said Timka.

- And you, all the same, you will eat ... - the father continued slyly. - I ordered my mother to dress for dinner as I wish. I want to know your opinion.

- Let's go! The son readily said.

- Wait! Now she will call us.

A minute later, mother, really called everyone to dinner:

- Boys! Have dinner! - heard the father and son.

- Well, cheer! Just keep yourself in hand! He warned his son. - It remains a little bit.

Entering the kitchen, Timka stopped stunned by what he saw. Her mother was wearing a tight sports T-shirt and special white elastic shorts for pregnant women. Parents bought this clothes when they lived in the GDR. Then my mother was pregnant with Anka. True, mom's belly was smaller than it is now. Although, maybe Timka was wrong. And here he stood, stunned by what he saw. In fact, it was surprising what. Tight "Adidas" T-shirt deliberately emphasized the poured maternal breast with large nipples, and elastic shorts accentuated the bulging belly with a large deep navel and puffy sexual lips between the legs. In short, Timka rose as a pillar. However, coping with himself, he remembered the inadmissibility of timidity and said, like a dashing gigolo:

“Mom, you look very sexy!” - Father looked at him with indulgence and sat down at the table.

Mother said nothing. She was stunned no less. She managed to open her mouth, but Tim calmly walked past her to the table and, slightly touching her pregnant belly, sat down beside her father.

- You have not forgotten anything? - began the mother, referring to her son.

In response, the father turned to her and said:

- We are waiting for tea, dear!

- Now, dear ... - she began, but suddenly turned Timka stopped her.

- ... And stronger! Clear?

Mother so could not argue. And she meekly began to pour tea to her "boys." Tim got up to help her and, as if by chance, re-hurt her pregnant belly. The mother opened her mouth again to say something, but Timka promptly took the cups of tea and put them on the table.

- Need more lively! - he said. - Faster!

Mother wanted to say something, but father said harshly:

- Stop already standing! Sit down and drink tea!

Mom sat at the table and already wanted to drink tea. Suddenly, Timka, touching the mug and sipping, burned and shouted:

- Who so tea serves! Boiling water! Give me cold water!

Mother this time, mechanically, without opening her mouth and not deliberating, she rose from the table and reached for the decanter with cold water.

- Quickly! - commanded Tim.

Mother obediently and carefully placed a decanter on the table in front of her son.

- And so it was the last time! Do you understand? - the son did not let up.

- I understood, I understood! - quietly and timidly said mother. - Do not be angry, please!

- And give me bread! Or loaf! - continued to command Tim.

Mother got up to file what the son demanded, but the son said indignantly:

- Ahhh! You have to do everything yourself!

He got up from the table and, coming up to the next table with bread, again “accidentally” touched the pregnant belly of the mother. He coped well with the role of dictator. Mother did not even squeak and did not dare to open her mouth. Only instinctively grabbed his stomach.

- Give it to me! He shouted, taking bread from his mother’s hand. - I want to eat!

He reached for a loaf and his hand touched the now-maternal breast.

- Go, drink tea! - He ordered.

Mother obediently went to her place and began to drink tea. Timka also sat down in his place and began to cut loaves and bread.

- Heck! Where's the butter? He shouted.

Mother quickly got up and, holding her belly with her hand, opened the refrigerator, taking out a pack of oil. She bent down and her plump sex lips jutted out of her shorts.

- You look great, ma! - Timka did not let up. “I tell you, you are very sexy with us!”

- Thank you, son! - he heard suddenly. - Here's your butter! Anything else, you are my hungry?

Sit down Drink your own tea! - the command tone said the son.

Mother, exhausted, sat down at the table and began to drink her already cooled tea.

- Let's shower? - the son spoke decisively, in a tone that does not tolerate objections.

- Thank you, son, if not hard! - quietly said mother.

Tim added hot water, and further tea drinking was calm. The son looked at his father, as if questioning him about his behavior, but the father only nodded dryly and smiled. Timka understood that everything was going right. He thanked for the dinner and left the kitchen. After some time, he heard a kind of dialogue from the kitchen.

“He’s kind of excited today,” the mother began.

- They are all like that at this age! - clearly answered father.

- No, well, anyway ... I'm a mother! - she continued.

- What does the mother or not the mother? - the father said. - You are for him, first of all, the female is now with a belly and tits. Moreover, with exciting bulging belly and tits!

- No, well, it is clear that this is not hiding, - justified the mother. “He shoved me three times today exactly in the stomach.”

- You see now! Said the father. - Hormones! Hormones are playing! And not a joke!

- Come on! - she continued. - On mother something!

- You, first of all, for him are now a female for a male! - firmly said father.

“I see,” said her mother, somehow vaguely. - But I am his mother! Pregnant mother!

- You're a female! - shouted his father. - Clear?

- It is clear and understandable! - softly said mother. - Just think about it! I never would have thought! Here they are, sons! They told me that the girl is easier! And now what to do?

- I'm sorry, what! If you do not know what? - slyly looked at her father. - Need to give!

- Not! What are you! - shouted mother. “I am a mother and I ...”

She opened her mouth, but then Tim entered the kitchen.

- Are you yelling again? He shouted. - Have you eaten? Father fed?

- Dddaaa! Said the mother, hushed.

- Remove the dishes! - ordered Timka. - And fast! Father to get up early tomorrow!

The mother quickly and quietly got up and began to collect from the table, and her son continued to “educate” her.

- Take away the bread! Here ... Oil! Come on, move!

Mother pretty quickly cleaned everything. On the way to the refrigerator, the paths of the mother and son crossed. And, passing by Timka, the mother felt the hand of her son stroke the whole pregnant belly, sailing past him. She did not say anything, but a conversation with her husband about the hormones and her son’s daring temper brought her into vicious thoughts. "Can, really give it to him?" - she thought. “And then my husband will leave, how will I deal with him?” Her son interrupted her thoughts.

- Move! And we won't be in time till morning! He shouted.

- Come on, honey! Hurry up! - suddenly supported his father's son. - Move!

Mother was ready to give to anyone, just to be left alone.

- Can someone help me? She suddenly asked softly, turning to the screaming ones.

Father and son looked at each other and looked at her.

“I will not be indebted ...” she continued slyly. “In the end, you are the males ...”

The father looked at his son and winked at him. This gesture more eloquently than any Timka showed that the hunt was a success and the bastion was broken.

Timka looked at his mother and asked sternly:

- How can I help you?

“Put the dishes on the shelf,” the mother calmly said. - I will wash, and some of you make up. I thought that my father would go to work tomorrow, maybe, son, would you help me?

With these words, she looked at Timka, as if overcoming the remnants of bashfulness and fighting between can and cannot. She suddenly looked at her son with different eyes. He seemed to her a mature, handsome, strong male, who has long needed a female. "Let it be me, than he will find some whore and hook her up with her," she decided.

The father went to the bathroom, and the son and mother remained in the kitchen. Mother washed the dishes. At this time, Timka was standing behind and looking at the figure of the mother. His main eye was riveted by a large female ass with roundness in the right places.

- Take it, son! - mother turned, stretching the plate.

Timka reached up to put it in the closet and accidentally with his dick, already swollen long ago, ran into the hollow between the mother's buttocks. He froze and listened. But, contrary to his fears, the mother did not respond to this. The son put the plate down and went down.

- Take more! He heard again.

Mother turned and handed him another plate. Only now his eyes fell on the mother's belly, which literally lay on the sink. He also raised himself to put the plate upstairs, but at that time the mother turned, and his face was opposite her. They looked at each other. The son is thirsty, but the mother is experiencing. A second was enough for them to learn about all the desires of each.

“Everything, son, I washed,” she said calmly. - Let's go to the room!

Passing by the parents' room, the mother took her son by the hand.

“Not at that ... And at ours with my father ...” she said excitedly.

Timka went first to the room, and his eyes fell on the sofa.

- This is what, the fifth size? - he asked in business, pointing to the bra.

“Fifth ...” the mother answered timidly, feeling that her son was raising his tone again.

- Give it here! - he ordered.

Mother gave it to his son.

- What is it? - Timka asked, pointing to the white spots on the inside of the cups.
“Colostrum,” answered the mother dejectedly.

At that moment, absolutely naked came out of the bath, waving his impressive steaming dignity, father.

- Go take a shower! He said to the mother in a tone that did not bear objections. - Yes, hurry up there!

Mother dutifully went to the bathroom. Father and son began to lay out the sofa.

- Wait a minute ... - the father said and took out a box from the closet and the bottle that Timka had already seen this afternoon. Only this time the bottle was washed.

- What is this for? - Timka asked his father.

“You will find out now,” my father said calmly, opening the box.

In the box were two devices. One resembled a compass, only flat and wide, and the other was a long, shiny, chrome-plated wand with an oval, elongated bulge, with a diameter of about 0.7 mm.

- Wow! - Timka asked with interest. - What's this? Here they are what adult toys!

- Yes! - Father laughed. - Well said! In general, you behaved perfectly today. Here is a simple example of what you can achieve with patience and pressure.

The water from the shower stopped running and a moment later a mother appeared in front of us in her favorite bathrobe.

- Take off your robe! - the son has ordered. - Here are all yours!

Mother opened her mouth again, then looked at her husband and heard again, but from her husband?

- Well! Quickly!

In obedience to orders, she took off this bathrobe and turned her head away so as not to look her son in the eyes.

- Watch here! - ordered the father.

Mother turned her head straight and closed her eyes. Timka approached his mother and said:

- Open your eyes! Look at me! Did you hear?

Mother opened her eyes and looked at her son with tears.

- Put aside the tears! - commanded the father. - We have no funeral here! We have a holiday here!

- Yes mom! - Timka said firmly. - I want to fuck you today! I want to fuck you in the pussy, from where you gave birth to me! And I want you to throw off all shame! You understood?

- Yes, son! - quietly answered mother.

- I can not hear! - imperiously asked Tim.

- Yes, son, I'll be yours! - already calmly and without tears said mother.

- I'm in the bathroom, and you entertain your father! - he ordered. - Do not worry and do not relax! I'll be back soon!

Timka went to the bathroom and soon came out steamed and cheerful. Father in the mother lay on the couch. Mother kissed her father, while bending her back so that her belly was completely on the couch.

“Here, son,” he said. - Here is your mother in all its glory! What do you think?

- What are you, father, just no words! - Tim was delighted.

- You see how she is curly! - continued father. - Come to her! Do not bite!

Timka slowly walked over to her mother’s apart legs.

“Push her buttocks and see,” he suggested. - Well, how?

Timka silently licked his lips and spread his mother's buttocks. His gaze appeared large drooping hole of the vagina. He slightly raised his butt-splayed up and the hole became just huge!

- Yeah! - said Timka. “Now I understand why vaginal sex ...”

Here he stopped short, so as not to betray the day's conversation with his father.

- Okay! - said the father, removing the mother from the member. - Show me your son in all its glory!

Mother got up and got off the couch. How she has changed! There is nothing left of the former feeling of shame! She smiled and was a little ruddy, from what stood in the slope.

- Come on, show yourself! Let me see you! - son demanded.

The mother, smiling, turned to face her son and showed off her huge belly and udder.

- Oh you! Well, you have a straight sex bomb! - Timka was delighted.

- Well, touch it! - laughed father. - She does not bite! You endured for so long!

Timka approached his mother. Suddenly, the mother gently raised her arms and locked them behind her head, giving her son the opportunity to enjoy the udder without hindrance.

- Go ahead, son! - He heard from the mouth of the mother.

Timka shuddered and opened a second wind. He took Mamma's udder and squeezed it a little. On his actions, the mother just giggled quite.

- Go ahead! - she said. - They won't burst! They don't hurt!

Timka squeezed his chest stronger and began to play with them. He alternately lifted and released each breast, and they alternately flopped with a slap. This delighted Timka!

- Well, how udder mothers? - the father asked.

- Great! - the son was delighted and repeated measuredly, each time releasing the next breast. - Wha-ko-lep-but!

- You play enough when, you say! - said the father, looking at this action.

- All night I would have played like that! - happily admired son.

- Well, play, if the fantasy is not enough! - chided his father. - What other something you can not think of?

- What else? - I do not understand son.

- Well look! Mother you do not even moan! - continued father. - Naturally, she stands like a cow, waiting for her to play with her udder. Come here, youth! Get down! All you have to show yourself!

Timka lagged behind the maternal udder and climbed onto the sofa, taking the place of his father. The father sat down on the edge of the couch and called his mother:

- Go here! Give me your udder! - he ordered. - What is it you have already flushed!

Mother obediently went to the sofa, rolling her pregnant belly. She bent down and rested her hands on the edge of the sofa. Her udder at the same time hung and looked great.

- Look here, youth! - Father said, stretching his hands to her mother's breasts. - Here it is possible!

With these words, he squeezed the tits in the halo area with one hand and, squeezing, he moved to the nipple, thereby producing milking. Then he, too, was doing the other thing. Mother, who had recently giggled at my awkward actions, was concentrated. After five times of such actions by my father, I heard my mother's groan and rapid breathing.

- Colostrum has gone! - I heard from my father.

- Where? - I jumped to my father.

- Here look! - Father's hands were in a sticky liquid that flowed from her mother's breasts.

- Can i? - asked Timka.

The father took the hand of his son and sent his hand on the udder of the mother.

“This is soooo ...” he said melodiously, when his son’s hand descended from the halo to the nipple, pulling out a lightly yellowish vagueness.

- So good? - Timka asked his mother, doing the next milking and removing the colostrum.

- Mmmmm ... Nnnaaaa ... Dddaaaa, son ... - mother mumbled.

- Everything! Said his father suddenly. - Colostrum is over. It does not happen much. But there should be a lot of milk, since colostrum gives a signal to the body that milk goes all out and, therefore, the body needs to produce it more.

- Amazing! - cried Timka. - Look, what mothers have red tits!

- Yes! Handsomely! - the father agreed. “Bring a towel here from the bath.”

Timka quickly brought a towel, and the father wiped the mother's udder from the colostrum.

- And what else is possible? - asked Tim with a vividness.

“Do you want to listen to your sister being pushed?” - asked the father.

- Really want to! - said Timka and, realizing that mother is now lying on the sofa, quickly climbed to the wall.

- Lie down on the sofa! - commanded the father.
Mother obediently lay down.

- Show your son! Let him listen to the belly! - he ordered.

- Come here, son! - Mom called. - Give me your pen. Put it here! Do you feel

Timka felt a slight push from the inside. Then another, and then another.

- Bustling you will have a sister! - Father laughed.

Timka did not answer. His gaze fell on the parent box and those two instruments pulled out.

“Dad, what's this for?” He asked, pointing to the tools.

“Oh ... These are unusual instruments ..." Father smiled. “Give me that box on the table.”

Timka took and handed his father a plastic bottle resembling a shaving tube. The father took it and, having opened, put a certain amount of gel on a palm of a hand.

- Get up! - He commanded the mother.

“Maybe you don’t have to ... A child after all ...” the mother began timidly.

- Get up, get up! Let it get used! He is the father of the family! Do not be scared!

With these words, the father with his free hand spread the legs of the mother, who became crustacean.

- So, you say vaginal sex is not a fountain? - asked father.

- Yeah! - Timka growled.

- Look here, youth! - He said, and putting on the pussy of the mother gel from the palm, began to immerse his hand to his mother in the hole.

Timka fascinated looking at this action. Mother began to moan, and her father stubbornly introduced his hand. Soon she was all, and his hand was rather big, disappeared inside my mother's vagina.

- That's awesome! - only able to say Timka. - Can i?

- Of course! Said his father readily. He pulled his hand from the vagina, wiped it with a towel. - Give me your hand here, son!

He applied a certain amount of gel to the son’s right hand and put it against his mother's vagina.

- Come on! Enter! - He ordered.

Timka slowly put his hand inside, until he felt that she fit there completely with her wrist.

- Great! - Timka was delighted.

- Mmmm ... nnnnAAAAaaaa ... yyyyy ... - he heard my mother's moans.

- Like? - smartly and brazenly he asked her.

- Nnnnn ... AAAaaayyyy ... Dddddaaaa ...! She nodded.

- Pofistinguy mother, son! - encouraged father.

Timka began to make frictions by hand, back and forth.

- AAAaayyy ... OOOyoyyyy ... UUUmmmmm ... AAA! - began to moan mother. - Not so deep, son oooooochok! MilenkoIyyyyyy!

Timka stopped. He came up with the first idea for tonight. Without taking his hands out of the vagina, he introduced there and his penis. Placing the member inside, he squeezed it there with a hand and, as in normal masturbation, began to move it back and forth in a squeezed hand. Shooting was not long in coming. And the mother's vagina was filled with sperm of his own son ...

Timka pulled his hand with a member at the same time. Mother cried a little and buried herself in the pillow.

- On! Take it Will help! Said the father, stretching the bottle of “Old Miller” to his son.

Timka already, like a seasoned man, smeared the bottom of the bottle with lubricant and began to introduce the mother. She entered it almost completely. From the outside, only two centimeters of the neck protruded. Timka tried to push the remaining two centimeters, but his mother suddenly groaned:

- AAAaaayyyyy! Uterus pushing already!

- And you bend as you can! - commanded the father.

Mother raised herself in her arms and arched her back. Her stomach lay on the sofa completely.

- Here! Let your son enjoy! Take it completely! Push - He turned to his son.

Timka did not even push. The bottle itself climbed inside.

- Now stand like that! - He ordered his mother, and he took out one of the adult toys.

As I later learned, it was the mirror of Cuzco No. 3, brought, by the way, from the same GDR. His father inserted it into his mother's vagina and began to expand it. He expanded it to a maximum horizontally and, in addition, with his hand lifted the vagina up.

- Well look! How do you like razmerchik mothers? - He asked, holding the vagina open.

- No words, dad! - exclaimed Timka.

- See the bottle?

- Yes! Fuck yourself! The whole climbed!

- Now you understand how it stretches during childbirth?

- Yeah! It is something! - Tim was delighted.

- Now we remove the mirror ... Here soooo ... Come on! Give birth, dear! Push!

Mother has become strained. At first it seemed the neck of the bottle. Then the body came out and, after another attempt, the mother "gave birth" to the rest of the bottle.

- Bravo! - shouted his father and kissed his mother.

Then both of them long and gently kissed and caressed the mother. They fell asleep late at night. In the morning, my father hastily gathered and, after kissing his wife and hugging his son, he left for the training camp. But he was calm, leaving his mother in safe hands ...