Something's up, there's a lot of sperm today.
Andrey was 19 years old, studying at a prestigious university to become a lawyer, living in a dormitory, an ordinary, good, responsive student. He didn't skip classes, and on weekends he visited his parents who lived in a small town. Their family was not wealthy; they lived in a two-room Khrushchyovka apartment inherited from his grandmother, where in winter it wasn't exactly warm, to put it simply, it was downright cold.
During one such winter in 2005, he came to his parents for the weekend as usual, had dinner, and was about to go to sleep, but his mother made him take a shower, saying she had made the bed with clean sheets, and after a week in the dormitory, where there wasn't even a
chance to take a proper shower, he shouldn't get into a clean bed dirty. When he visited, he slept on the sofa in the living room, while his parents slept in the second room, which served as the bedroom.But falling asleep wasn't so easy; the room was cold, and one blanket wasn't enough at all. Andrey was already thinking about getting up and looking for clothes in the closets when suddenly his father came out of the parents' bedroom. He closed the bedroom door behind him and turned on the light:
"Can't sleep? Sorry I woke you, I'm being called in for duty," he said, showing his cell phone in his hand.
"It's okay."
"Really cold?" he said, taking off his warm terrycloth robe and tossing it onto the armchair, and putting on pants and a sweater. "If you want, you can take my robe, or go sleep in my spot, it seems warmer there..."
"Just don't wake your mother, she's very tired today."
"Okay," said Andrey, still not moving.
His father threw the robe onto the sofa for him, turned off the light in the room, and went into the hallway. A few minutes later, Andrey heard the front door click shut.
Andrey was about to fall into a sweet sleep under the warm blanket when he felt that "things were getting bad"... The problem was that when he snuggled up, his mother's buttocks pressed against his cock; on top of that, the flaps of his father's robe fell open, and as it turned out, his mother was sleeping in a warm but short nightgown without panties, so his cock ended up right between the halves of her buttocks, which were also damp, probably sweaty under the warm blanket. No matter how hard he tried to calm down and figure out how to move away, his cock quickly began to harden. After a minute, he felt hair on its head, which he guessed was from his mother's buttocks, and another minute later, his knee was firmly pressed against her anus. Andrey froze, afraid to move...
He couldn't free himself without his mother feeling it and waking up. His only hope was that the erection would subside, his cock would shrink, and then he could jerk over to the other side, hoping she wouldn't feel anything or understand what happened. Minutes dragged on like hours, but the erection didn't subside; on the contrary, his cock seemed to get even harder, and from the excitement, pre-cum began to leak. No matter what he tried to think about, nothing helped, and his mother now seemed to not be snoring and was sleeping very quietly. Suddenly, the halves of his mother's buttocks clenched tightly, squeezing his cock:
"God, you haven't wanted me this badly in about 18 years, I guess," she suddenly whispered. Andrey's breath caught.
He felt her hand slide over his robe, then she slightly lifted her left leg, shifted her buttocks, moved his cock with her hand, and... slowly impaled herself on him.
"Oof," she whispered when his cock was fully inside her, and the muscles of her vagina clenched, while Andrey instinctively tensed his cock inside his mother. Then she started, first slowly, then more and more rhythmically, riding his cock, still lying on her right side, and quietly making soft moaning sounds, as he understood, so as not to wake her son in the next room... the son she was currently fucking, and who lay holding his breath, afraid to move.
Suddenly, when his mother once again impaled herself fully and hard on his cock, the bedroom door opened, letting in a strip of light. In the doorway, Andrey saw the silhouette of his father:
"Are you lying there? Well, sleep, sleep, don't get up, I'll lie in your spot," his father said quietly, closing the door behind him.
Silence fell in the room. Andrey felt himself cumming inside his mother; the semen kept coming and coming... "Wow, a lot of cum today," Andrey thought, and remembered he hadn't jerked off in a week...