The Homeless Woman. Part 4

//All characters in the story are adults//

"Soup's ready, dear. Let's have lunch. And then I'll demand the continuation of the banquet from you," came Aunt Galya's voice as I came out of the shed, holding the fish trap in my hands.

The homeless woman was standing in the open doorway to the terrace, putting her shaved pubis on display, and calling me to the table.

"I'll fry potatoes in lard tonight. I love that dish. Good thing your grannies gave it to you, Kostya," Aunt Galya said to me, sitting next to me at the table, scooping delicious chicken soup with meat from her bowl.

So as not to embarrass me, the woman placed a towel on her lap

and thus covered her pubis. But her large tits with dark brown nipples looked provocative and practically begged me to squeeze them.

"Just don't throw away the potato peels, Galya. I'll boil them and use them as bait for fishing," I warned the woman, also enjoying the delicious chicken soup.

After lunch, we went outside to smoke on the bench. Galina Nikolaevna threw on a jacket to hide her nakedness, just in case any strangers appeared near the house. Then, arm in arm, we went into the house. I closed the terrace door so no one would disturb us. And the two of us secluded ourselves in the hall.

"You had me from behind, sonny. Now learn to insert it from the front into my two holes. I don't like having sex in the same position," Aunt Galya said to me, taking off her boots.

She didn't need them anymore. But she kept the stockings and garter belt on for now.

Galina Nikolaevna lay on her back and lifted her legs up, and all I had to do was slide my hands under her knees and throw the woman's legs over my shoulders. And fuck her in that position.

And again, I acted confidently. And when it was time to cum. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and inserted it into her asshole.

"I'll give myself an enema tonight. It's no good washing up every time. I saw an enema bulb somewhere in the house," my mature, gray-haired lover said to me, carefully washing my dick with warm water in the kitchen from a bucket in the nook behind the stove.

After fucking to our heart's content, we went to bed and, embracing each other, fell asleep, sinking into the soft featherbed.

We slept until evening. And I barely had time to set the fish trap in the pond. I had to hastily boil the peelings and porridge for bait. Luckily, the pond started right behind the vegetable garden, and it wasn't far to walk.

The homeless woman tagged along with me to the pond. Though, before going outside, she changed. We found some men's sweatpants and a tracksuit in Granny's closet, no idea how they got there. But they fit Galina Nikolaevna just right, and she left the house in an old woolen tracksuit that fit her perfectly in length and width.

"In the spring, we'll get ducks and geese for the farm, Galya. At Granny's, as far as I remember, there were always ducks and geese. The pond is nearby, and they even slept in the pond. They only came home in winter. And then their heads were chopped off. Some were taken to the city market. And some were left for the house. They made stew and rendered fat from duck and goose. So with poultry, we'll always have money and meat," I said dreamily, sitting with the woman who resembled my mother on the bank of the pond, looking at its dark waters, imagining an abundance of waterfowl that would be on our farm.

"It's a pity I'm older than you, sonny. If I were younger. We would live here soul to soul. And start a big farm," Aunt Galya said in a sad voice, sitting next to me on the bank, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Actually, no, Galya. If you were young, nothing would have worked out between us. I don't like young girls. I prefer older women. Like you. And I don't care that you're significantly older than me," I confessed once again to the woman who was older than my mother.

I really didn't like young girls at all. I adored women, contemporaries of my mother and older. But only the sexy ones. Like Galina Nikolaevna.

"Oh, no, sonny. Don't do that. At least not here. It's cold. Let's go back to the house. I'll fry the potatoes. And you can stoke the stove in the room. And after dinner, I'm yours," the homeless woman pushed me away, as if guessing my intentions to pull the tracksuit pants off her ass and bend her over on the bank of the pond.

I wanted to have sex with her outdoors. But it really was already too cold for fucking. And of course, it's better to do it in warmth.

"Why do you need condoms, Galya? We agreed not to use them anymore," I asked the woman in surprise, seeing a packet with a condom in her hand.

After a hearty dinner of potatoes fried in lard and vodka drunk for appetite. Aunt Galya and I moved to the hall, where it was warm and the stove-bed was heated. After watching a bit of TV, which had nothing particularly interesting, and movies traditionally came on late in the evening. I stripped naked and lay on the sofa with my cock standing like a rod. Waiting for my mature girlfriend to join me.

"You'll find out now why we still need condoms. I sometimes like to wiggle on top of a man. And you can't control yourself in that position, sonny. I don't want to give birth or have abortions. And I can't without a passport," the homeless woman explained to me, putting a condom on my cock, and after putting it on, she straddled me on top, holding my tip with one hand, snorting heavily through her nose, sat down on it and began wiggling up and down.

"Like this. I like it, sonny. Aaaaa. Oooo. I love doing it myself," Galina Nikolaevna kept saying, wiggling and wiggling on my cock, bracing her hands on my shoulders.

Sometimes the woman leaned down to me to kiss me on the lips. And in those moments, the nipples of her tits touched my chest and tickled it. That was beyond. So pleasant.

And naturally, in that position, pinned to the sofa by the woman, I couldn't pull my cock out of her vagina and cum in her ass. I was completely passive, deprived of movement, and enjoyed the fact that a copy of my mother Sveta was sitting on top of me and wiggling her vagina on my cock.

"You know, Galya. Even in this position, when you're on top of me. I could cum in your ass. We just need to agree. If I feel I'm about to have an orgasm. I'll, for example, slap your ass with my palm. Or say something. And at that moment, you'll rise up and sit down on my cock with your anus yourself," I said to the homeless woman after everything was over, and the mature woman got off me.

"No. That won't do, sonny. Everything should happen naturally, without coercion. And if I'm thinking about how not to get pregnant. I won't have a proper orgasm. So for now, in this position, we can't do without condoms. We'll think of something later. In terms of contraception. But for now, don't bother your head with it. I came. And I feel good. Let's go lie down on the bed. It's too hard here on the sofa," Aunt Galya answered me firmly, taking the sperm-filled condom off my cock.

She wiped my limp tip with a towel, and we lay down with her behind the curtain on the bed, which was inconvenient for fucking because of the soft featherbed. But sleeping on it was simply wonderful.

For a while, Galina Nikolaevna caressed me. Kissed. Stroked my chest with her motherly palms and told me about herself.

According to the woman, she had no children. Her husband didn't want them. And she had no time to give birth. And I also learned that she used to cheat on her husband. And was, apparently, a slut. That's where her skill at giving blowjobs came from. And a well-developed asshole from cocks.

"My husband was a gambler. Constantly disappearing somewhere. Playing cards for money. And I cheated on him. What else was I supposed to do. Just don't be jealous of me, sonny. That was in the past," Aunt Galya said, resting her head on my chest.

And I stroked her hair and wasn't jealous at all. On the contrary, I was thrilled that Aunt Galya was an experienced woman in bed. That's exactly the kind of life partner I wanted for myself. Mature, beautiful, with curves, and without complexes.

That evening and night, we didn't make love anymore. We just lay under the blanket on the bed behind the stove and talked. Then fell asleep, holding each other in our arms.

On Sunday morning, I ran to the pond to check the fish trap and brought home a whole bucket of large crucian carp. No one fished in the pond due to the absence of fishermen in the village. And until the frosts, until the water in the pond freezes. Galina Nikolaevna and I will have fish. And money.

After all, I would have to go to school every day for classes. And I could take fish with me and bring it to my mother at the store. I used to do that before when I caught a lot of fish in the river in my city. And my mother sold it under the counter. She, of course, gave me the money. Such trade was profitable for my mother. She saved her personal funds that way.

Leaving half a bucket of crucian carp for ourselves. I took the rest of the fish to the grannies, as promised. In return, I got a bucket of wheat for the fish trap. And a whole sack of dried bread crusts. You couldn't think of better bait for fish.

"You'll have to be alone until evening, Galya. There's no one here. And I'll come back in the evening," I said to the homeless woman, getting ready for the bus.

Before dawn, I went to the pond and checked the fish trap. And again, there was a decent catch. I only took the large crucian carp. And released the small and medium-sized fish back into the pond. Let them grow. They'll end up in my traps again anyway. After all, there's no one else to catch them.

I gave some of the fish to Galina Nikolaevna for frying, and took a large bag of crucian carp with me. I'll give them to my mother. Let her fry them at home. She loved fresh fish. And I'll also find out about selling. We could use the money.

"Don't worry, dear. I lived alone on the street, I wasn't afraid. And here it's a house. Nothing will happen to me. Go, study, sonny. And remember, if you bring a 'D' in your diary. I'll punish you," the homeless woman said in a strict voice, playing the game of mother and son, and, coming up to me, kissed me on the lips and began to unzip my fly.

"But Mama Galya. I'll miss the bus," I said, looking at the wall clock, simultaneously wrapping my hands around the woman's head.

Galina Nikolaevna sat on a chair, pulled me towards her, and, pulling my cock out of my fly, wrapped her lips around it. But not the head, just the shaft.

"Five minutes won't satisfy you, sonny. I'm a mother and I care about your health. Your balls are full of sperm. That's harmful. Your sperm, sonny, should be in Mama's mouth. And don't argue with me. I know what I'm doing," Aunt Galya said in a strict voice, looking up at me, making a serious face, but the woman's eyes were laughing.

After moving her lips along the shaft of my cock, sucking my balls. The homeless woman finally took the head into her mouth and began to run her tongue over it. Quickly, quickly and simultaneously swallowing it, taking it into her cheek and rolling it there.

Naturally, I couldn't stand that for long. I came, shooting into her mouth. And thinking to myself that today I would take hair dye from my mother at home. And ask Galina Nikolaevna to dye her hair white.

I flew to the bus stop on the highway almost at a run. But I made it to the bus. And even managed to buy a cigarette while waiting for it.

"So, how was the fishing, Kostya? Is Granny's house still intact?" my mother asked me, hearing me enter the apartment. She was at home and getting ready for work in her room, then came out to me in the hallway.

"The house is intact. What could happen to it. And the fishing was okay, Mom. I brought you some fish to fry," I answered my mother and stopped short, seeing her in the bedroom doorway.

Before me stood a copy of the woman I had been fucking for two days in the village, and who had sucked my cock an hour ago, sitting on a chair. Only my mother Sveta was a blonde and younger. And also, my mother's ass was a bit bigger than Aunt Galya's. And she seemed a bit shorter. But otherwise, the resemblance was striking.

"Starting today, Mom, I'm moving to the village. To Granny's house. I'll live there now. But not alone. With a girl," I told my mother, lying to her about the girl.

"Really, sonny! It's about time. I'm not kicking you out of the apartment, of course. But you need to arrange your personal life, Kostya. And it's better for young people to live separately from their parents. Do I know your chosen one? What's her last name?" my mother asked me, almost jumping for joy that her adult son was finally moving out of the shared apartment, and she could bring fuck buddies home.

"She's not from here, Mom. You don't know her. I'll need some groceries for the first while. And cigarettes. And also money for the bus. I'll have to go to school from the village every day. And come back. But I can bring you fish to sell at the store for that," I told my mother, examining her face and figure and finding more and more resemblance between her and the homeless woman waiting for me in the village.

"You'll go after classes today, Kostya. In that case, come by my store. I'll prepare a set of groceries for you. And bring fish. If it's all as large as this. They'll snatch it right out of my hands," my mother answered me, opening the bag and looking at the crucian carp inside.

Having settled the matter with my mother, I took my schoolbag and went to school with a calm mind. And, barely sitting through classes, rushed home. I took hair dye from my mother Sveta's bedroom, as well as bleach. Putting the tubes in my jacket pocket. I hurried to my mother's store.

"Already back, sonny. I packed you a bag. Here's stewed meat. Cereals, pasta. Cigarettes. I'm giving you a whole carton. Tea. Candy. Bread. It'll be enough for the first while. Later, you'll bring me fish to sell. And I'll buy groceries for you with the money earned. You're an adult now, Kostya. And it's time to earn your own living," my mother said to me, meeting me with a large shopping bag in her hands on the threshold of the store where she worked.

Mother saw me through the window as I was walking and came out to me. So as not to attract the attention of customers and her fellow saleswomen.

"First, give me back the key to the apartment. You don't need it anymore. After all, I won't be living alone now either. And I'll pack your things in a suitcase. And when you need them, come to me at the store. I'll go home with you and bring them out," my mother said to me, not letting go of the bag until I gave her the key.

Mother Sveta, of course, didn't want her son to suddenly show up at home and catch her naked. With another fuck buddy.

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