My friend really messed with my mom.

I am 22 years old. A "serious" friend came to visit me. His name is Pasha. He was older than me. He was 28. Pasha was married. He was fearless, confident. I wanted to be like him. At home were me and my mom Elena, forty-three years old (size 4 breasts). Father is out fishing. He and I were standing in the hallway when my mom came out of the shower in a bathrobe with a turban on her head. The robe was open, so the edges of the robe only covered her nipples, and the cleavage between them was on display. My friend's mouth dropped open, probably mine too. Mom didn't expect to see us, since Pasha and I had come together. She noticed our open mouths and with an embarrassed smile, she fastened

the robe properly.

— Mom, this is Pasha, my close friend.

— Nice to meet you! Elena. Come in Pasha, I'll make you something to eat right now" — said mom and went into the bedroom.

We went into the living room. Soon, noise came from the kitchen. After a while, we were invited to dinner.

Mom seated us but stood nearby herself. It was hot, it was July and she was lightly dressed at home. She was wearing a robe, light, red, just above the knees. This robe couldn't hide mom's large breasts. She stood and looked at my friend, Pasha noticed this and looked at her questioningly.

— I just noticed that you, Pavel, look older than my son.

— That's absolutely right. I am six years older than Yura.

— Good. An older friend will teach the younger one about life" — she started smiling.

Meanwhile, Pasha was openly staring at my mom. At her breasts and legs, her legs were good. Slim, firm, tanned. This embarrassed me, but I understood that Pasha was a grown guy, and I wasn't his father to give him a remark.

And mom was behaving quite provocatively. You could say she was teasing my adult friend, with her gaze, with the display of her legs.

Then came the usual conversation, mainly between mom and my friend. He was older, married, and could easily talk to women. At the same time, mom was looking intently into his eyes, not exactly staring, but looking. He also

didn't look away when talking to her. What was up with mom? I hadn't noticed this before.

And so, after talking a lot, mom said she would wash the dishes herself, and then she would change and go to the store, as usual.

My friend also needed to leave, I didn't see him out.

It so happened that mom had already changed and was ready to go to the store. She was in a light knee-length dress and light flip-flops. They left the apartment together. Mom often went to the store in the evenings for small purchases, not so much for things, but for a walk.

This usually took no more than 20 minutes. Noticing my friend's gaze and that he was a good fucker, I got worried about mom. It's dark, after all, he might start harassing her, she might respond rudely, and he's hot-tempered. Who the hell knows what could happen. 25 minutes had passed since they left. The time now was 11:00 PM. Regretting that I didn't go to see my friend off right away, I left the apartment and went along the route mom usually took to the store.

After walking about three hundred meters and passing by an archway (there was an abandoned house scheduled for demolition there), I heard some squeals. I thought it was mom... but, what happened? These aren't cries for help... or maybe it's not her!? I cautiously began to sneak towards the house, from where the sounds were coming. It was the first floor. Walking quietly through several rooms, I stopped at the entrance to one of them, from where now came not squeals, but deep, rapid breathing. It was her...

Moonlight illuminated a large room, and at that moment she was standing by one of the windows, more precisely, she was on all fours, leaning on the windowsill. Her home dress, which reached her knees, was pulled up to her lower back, and her light-colored panties were pulled down just above her knees. It's not hard to guess that Elena was put in this position by my friend, who at that moment was holding her shoulder with his right hand and her thigh with his left, and was fucking my mom at a moderate speed, who was breathing deeply in rhythm with his movements. Her face showed tension.

The entrance to the room was to the side of them, and I could see everything. Since there was no light from my side, I wasn't visible.

I froze... I didn't know what to do... She wasn't resisting, at least I didn't see that. I just watched, and thoughts were racing in my head. After all, he's not killing her — I justified it to myself. And she's not screaming, just breathing deeply like that. I caught myself thinking that I wanted to see someone other than dad fucking mom. And why is she breathing so deeply? The answer came when, getting used to the darkness, I made out the dick. It was a thick dick (about 18 cm long). I estimated this because at some point my friend started pulling his dick completely out of the pussy and putting it back in, but not all the way. Probably understanding that mom would scream. And now she wasn't screaming, just breathing deeply through her mouth. From how the light reflected off her, one could guess she was sweating heavily.

Next to them lay a bag of groceries. Apparently, she had managed to go to the store. Or had they managed to go together?

— I told you you'd like it" — said my friend — "probably, you don't often get dicks like this put in you." He was still using the formal "you.

Mom continued to breathe. Then, irritated and breathing heavily, she replied: "Just finish already. I'll tell my son and husband everything."

He inserted his dick and stopped. He straightened her up and calmly said into her ear: "You asked for it yourself. You shouldn't have been flirting with me. And you won't tell, I'm going to fuck you properly now, you'll only be glad."

So he forced her after all. But it was too late... After all, he's already fucking her...

With these words, he took the dress off her shoulders and pulled it down to her stomach. All her dress gathered on her stomach. Then he took off her bra and gave it to her in her hands, saying: "if you want me to cum, then get ready. Clamp your bra between your teeth so you don't scream too much." — and added with a smile — "from pleasure."

Mom, still catching her breath, and already being bent over on all fours again, replied: "Fuck you!".

She left the bra in her right hand, probably deciding she could withstand his promised fucking without screams.

In the "G" position, her size 4 breasts hung heavily in the air, starting to sway in time with the movements of my friend's pelvis.

— Well, hold on, Lena..." — with these words he grabbed her by the hips and began to insert his dick deeper, all the way. Mom's breathing began to turn into sighs.

Pavel began to pick up speed and his pubic bone began to hit Lena's perineum harder. From this, slapping sounds were heard and mom's sighs stopped, she clenched her teeth and, unable to bear it, decided to "get off" Pasha's dick, but he managed to hold her.

— You're going to tear my uterus. Be careful. Let me suck you off...

— Aah... What, not used to it? I'm telling you, you need to clamp the bra. Clamp it and endure. Nothing will tear on you, you're not a little student girl, you're a forty-year-old woman.

— It hurts me..." — said mom with an exhale.

— Is there oil in the bag?" — asked my friend.

— I don't know. Yes, there is, sunflower oil.

Pasha reached for the bag, took out a bottle of oil, and threw the bag away. All without taking his dick out of the pussy of mom standing on all fours. He squeezed some oil onto his palm:

— It hurts because of poor lubrication, we'll lubricate and that's it." He pulled out his dick, at which a popping sound was heard, he smirked, and began rubbing the oil into her perineum. Mom started breathing rapidly. He began to massage her pussy and anus gently.

— You're melting. And why don't you shave your pussy?

There was no answer.

He grabbed her by the hips again and inserted his piston into Lena's pussy. She inhaled at this and quickly clamped the crumpled bra between her teeth.

— Good girl! Clever!" — He whispered.

This time he began to accelerate gradually, watching mom's reaction. At the same time, he leaned forward a bit and whispered to her:

— Quiet-quiet, quiet.

Mom began to moan softly. Pasha began to fuck mom faster, then even faster. The moans became louder, fragmented due to the collision of my friend's pubic bone and my mom's perineum. Mom's heavy breasts from the fast and strong pounding began not to sway, but to shake, characterizing the force with which Pasha was fucking my mom.

..

At that moment I got aroused, but was still in mild shock. Mom was leaning on the windowsill with only one hand. She lowered the other to her perineum, and was apparently rubbing her clitoris. After about a minute and a half of such pounding, mom stopped moaning with the bra clamped in her mouth, and began to cry out, and it wasn't a scream, but more like a cry. My friend stopped:

— Quieter." And covered her mouth with his hand. He pulled out his dick and some fluid flowed from her pussy. "Well, there, you should be satisfied!

She was all sweaty, her legs were buckling a little, she was breathing heavily. He let her catch her breath for about a minute.

At that moment, I felt sorry for her. That would have been enough for her. But my adult friend hadn't cum yet, which he reminded her of:

— Lena, just a little left.

— It's hard for me to stand" — mom replied, breathing rapidly.

Pasha didn't answer anything, just put her on all fours again, mom again leaned her hands on the windowsill with the bra in her mouth.

My friend, remembering how she came, decided to tie the bra so it wouldn't fall out of her mouth next time.

He placed his dick against the already worked slit and inserted it sharply. Mom squealed. Then he took her hands and twisted them behind her back, holding them with his right hand... It looked like handcuffs. With his left hand, he grabbed her by the thigh.

— Now you won't slip out" — he said, clearly with joy.

And so he begins to work on her again. He immediately took a high tempo... I saw the picture with my mother's breasts from three minutes ago again. Mother was emitting intermittent moans. After about two minutes, due to an overwhelming orgasm, she tried to break free to catch her breath, but my friend held her firmly and didn't slow the pace, only added to it. Her legs began to buckle, she began to sink down, but he held her.

— Alright. Sit on the windowsill.

She couldn't sit down herself, she was having an orgasm. He helped her sit, carefully laying her own dress, which he had pulled down, under her butt.

The bra was off. The light panties were taken off one leg and remained hanging on the other. He spread her legs and placed them on his arms so that her calves were on the outside of his biceps, and he himself held her by the lower back. Mom, so as not to fall out the window, hugged him around the neck.

Pasha decided to play with her, and taking his dick in his hand, began rubbing the head against mom's clitoris. He understood that she wouldn't resist anymore.

— I'm tired, you've worn me out, just cum already.

— No fucking way. I've been fucking you for only about ten minutes. And you're tired?

— You have a big dick.

Their gazes met. They looked at each other like that for several seconds.

— I want to cum inside you" — whispered my friend, looking into my mom's eyes.

— And who's stopping you?" — replied mom.

Pasha shoved his dick into her pussy all the way, mom opened her mouth, into which the bra was immediately stuffed, which mom bit down on.

Again, sounds of slapping and mom's sniffling were heard. Apparently, she had managed to get used to Pasha's dick. And she was looking into his eyes.

Apparently this excited my friend and he began furiously thrusting his dick into mom's pussy, causing mom to start whimpering and pressed herself against Pasha, trying to hug him tighter.

After about three minutes he reached his maximum, began pounding my mom's perineum so hard that I got worried. I almost entered the room.

And mom, meanwhile, buried her face in my friend's neck, who began to quickly reduce the speed of his thrusts.

He pulled the bra out of her mouth. Looked into her eyes and kissed her on the lips. She didn't pull away but reciprocated. It turned into a make-out session.

He pulled out his dick and fluid consisting of semen and juices flowed from her pussy. I determined this by how much fluid there was.

His dick began to go soft. He wiped it with his hand and, pulling up his underwear and jeans, was ready to leave.

Then it dawned on me that they might see me. I don't need that.

I very quietly approached the corner of the room I was in, crouched down so as not to be noticed. Luckily, my clothes were dark.

I heard him helping her down, picking up the bag, helping her get herself in order.

— Don't rush, catch your breath. Otherwise, it will be obvious from looking at you." — said Pasha.

Mom was silent. A minute of silence fell, probably they were thinking about something or looking at each other. I couldn't see that anymore.

Then they left the room and headed for the exit. My heart was pounding, I was afraid they would notice me. They didn't.

I carefully came out of my corner only about ten minutes later.

I trudged home. Entering the apartment, I heard someone in the shower. It's mom, who else. I tried to forget everything, I tried to act normal. I looked at the clock. It was 11:27 PM. He fucked her in pure form for about fifteen minutes, I thought, but that time was enough to fuck mom thoroughly. I wonder, will he try to fuck her again?

Then mom came out of the shower in a robe, but now properly fastened. Seeing me, her face showed displeasure. But she didn't say anything.

— Did something happen?" — I asked.

— No, nothing. Where were you?

— Max called me, asked me to come over. I'm just coming from his place.

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