Summer in the Village. Part 7

— Kostya. Go help Igor carry the sack of sugar into the house. — the voice of Baba Zoya and the neighing of a horse came through the open kitchen window from the yard. Baba Zoya and Igor had returned from the market, and Zorka was neighing demandingly, wanting to be unharnessed, given water, and taken to the pasture behind the house.

— I'm coming, Mom. I'll go help. And don't worry about the money. I'll talk Grandma into it. — I said to my mother sitting on the chair and hurried out into the yard.

— We have guests, Grandma Zoya. My mother has arrived and she has problems. — I said quietly into the old woman's ear so that Mom Lena, sitting in the kitchen, wouldn't hear through the window.

And standing by the cart, I told Baba Zoya and

Igor why my mother had come to us.

— I have a little stash left for a 'rainy day'. I didn't want to touch it. You never know. But I can give your mother the money, Kostya. On the condition that she lies down with us in the common bed. I'm starting to bore you guys. And she's young, she'll be the best for you. But in that case, you'll have to moderate your needs. I won't be able to buy you expensive cigarettes anymore. And the money you were saving for the motorcycle will have to be spent. — Zoya Vitalyevna agreed to give her daughter the money but laid out a series of conditions.

Igor and I had been saving money for a motorcycle with a sidecar. Harnessing the horse, for example, to get to the river, was a long and tedious task. But on a motorcycle, the two of us could get there in five minutes. Whether to the river or to the city market. And we planned to use Zorka for firewood and other household needs. But now, for the sake of sex with the beautiful train attendant, my own mother, we'd have to give up buying the motorcycle.

— Yes, we agree, Vitalyevna. Your daughter is more important than a motorcycle and cigarettes. Give her the money, and we'll work it off for her later. — Igor answered for me to the old woman, and the young laborer's eyes lit up.

He had seen my mother in a photograph, and I had told him about her. And Igor, like me, wanted to try new holes, especially from a woman who looked like Zoya Vitalyevna.

— Alright. I want to see for myself how you'll fuck her in front of me, guys. Especially you, grandson. I'm curious what your mother will say when she sees your cock. — the old woman laughed, and her eyes lit up with lustful fire no worse than Igor's.

Over two months, Zoya Vitalyevna, having gotten heavily into fucking with her own grandson and his young friend, and having watched a lot of porn films, had become incredibly depraved and wanted new sexual sensations. And what could be more depraved and beyond any desires than to seduce her own daughter and drag her into the common bed.

— She's so beautiful. What's her name, Mom? — my mother came out into the yard, saw the horse through the window, approached it, stroked the mare's muzzle, and gave her a piece of bread with salt.

Zorka habitually reached for the treat and licked the bread from the hand of the beautiful brunette in a robe with her thick lips.

— Her name is Zorya. I got her recently. Thanks to Kostya and Igor. Without them, I couldn't manage a horse alone. And where did such a 'beautiful' daughter come from? Kostya and I were about to file a missing persons report. The boy needs to go to school soon, but he can't get his documents. Kostya is going to live with me, but he'll study in the district center. — Baba Zoya answered her wayward daughter, noticing the bruise under her eye.

And my mother, having given the horse bread, stared at Igor, examining the young guy with obvious interest. And judging by my mother's look, she liked him. Mom Lena loved men younger than herself, and Igor was just to her taste. A thin brunette with a mustache, outwardly resembling a famous actor, was popular with girls.

I had seen this with my own eyes at the city market. But young girls weren't to Igor's liking. He, like me, adored sexy old women and mature women like my mother Lena.

— I don't mind, Mom. Let him deregister from me and live with you, since he wants to. Tomorrow I'll take him with me and we'll get everything done in a day. But I have one urgent matter with you. Can I talk to you for a minute, Mom? — my mother said to Baba Zoya and nodded towards the house.

My mother was embarrassed by Igor and didn't dare say in front of him what she had told me.

— Kostya. Unharness the horse and take her to the clearing. And you, Igor, bring the mare water and pour some oats. And don't forget to take the sugar from the cart and put it in the pantry. Any minute now, rain might come and it'll get wet. — Zoya Vitalyevna gave the command and, leaving with my mother for the house, turned back to us and winked a sly eye.

"Like, everything will be fine, guys. Don't worry. I'll talk her into bed with you."

But honestly, I had some doubts about that. My mother would lie down with Igor without any persuasion and happily spread her legs for him. But with her own son, she might not. Even under the threat of losing her apartment and becoming homeless. However, Baba Zoya had an 'ace up her sleeve' for this case. I had told her I wanted to fuck her daughter. And the old woman didn't mind. And to make my mother more compliant, Zoya Vitalyevna had prepared a special moonshine, colored like cognac and infused with special herbs. And this moonshine completely blew your 'roof off'. It was enough to drink a shot or two, and your cock would instantly get hard and you'd be drawn to fucking. And not just me and Igor, but the old woman too. After this moonshine, we would merge in wild ecstasy and could have sex all night. But we had only tried it a couple of times. Zoya Vitalyevna said you could drink this tincture once every six months. Otherwise, it could be harmful.

— Your mother Kostya is a fantastic woman. Beautiful, looks like Zoya Vitalyevna. And her tits are bigger and her figure is good. — Igor said to me enthusiastically, coming to me in the clearing where I was tying up Zorka.

My friend had brought water and oats for the horse, and while the mare drank, we talked.

— My mother's ass is bigger than the old woman's, and her tits are great. Not as saggy as Zoya Vitalyevna's. She went to freshen up in the shower when she arrived. And I sniffed her panties during that time. The scent was amazing. And in her bag, there's an opened pack of condoms. My mother is a slut and fucks passengers on the train. And it seems she liked you, buddy. She was looking at you like that. — I answered Igor, lighting a cigarette and feeling my cock harden in my pants just from talking about my mother.

— It would be awesome to fuck your mom, Kostya. Just between us. I'm already tired of Vitalyevna's holes. I want fresh ones. And your mom is fire. What's her patronymic? It's awkward to use just her first name. I'm much younger than her. — Igor confessed to me and also lit a cigarette.

— It's Yegorovna. Elena Yegorovna. And you'll fuck her, you'll fuck her. At least she'll give it to you. I don't know about me. But I hope the old woman talks her into it. She'll get her drunk with her herbal moonshine. And Mom has nowhere to go. If the old woman doesn't give her the money, she'll lose her apartment and will definitely come here to live with us. — I answered Igor, finishing my cigarette and stubbing out the butt with the toe of my boot.

After watering the horse and talking about my mother, whom we both wanted to fuck, we went to the house and met Baba Zoya in the yard. She had changed into a robe and was walking along the path to the garden shower cabin.

— Where's my mother, Granny? Did you talk to her? What did she tell you? — I asked the old woman, impatient to know about their conversation.

— Lena is sleeping in my room. We had a drink of moonshine while talking. And she got drunk and went to sleep. Said she hadn't slept the night before. She had a night shift on the train. So your mom got knocked out, Kostya. — the old woman answered me and was about to go further into the garden when Igor and I blocked her way.

— Did she tell you about the debt to the bank? She needs to pay off a loan, otherwise they'll take her apartment. Did she ask you for money? What did you tell her, Baba Zoya? — I asked the old woman again, seeing from her eyes that she was holding something back.

— That's what we talked about. Lena asked me for money. Said she'd pay it back. And I told her I'd ask you and we'd decide at dinner tonight. And she also asked about you, Igor. Wanted to know who you are and where you're from. And what you're doing in my house. I told her I took you in temporarily to live with me. To build sheds. And fix up the house. It'll be better when she finds out everything in the bathhouse, when we all go to wash tonight. So get busy with the bathhouse, guys. Bring water into it and prepare firewood. — Zoya Vitalyevna gave us instructions, and Igor and I went to carry them out, preparing the bathhouse for a joint wash with mother and daughter and the likely fucking right in the bathhouse in the anteroom.

My mother slept for a long time, until evening, and woke up when it was starting to get dark and the first stars were lighting up in the sky. Zoya Vitalyevna deliberately didn't wake her daughter, letting her sleep well. After all, if everything went smoothly, we had a sleepless night ahead of us, dedicated to group fucking. By this time, Igor and I had heated the bathhouse, and the table in the hall was set with snacks. And in the center of the table stood a decanter of the old woman's moonshine, infused with special herbs that acted as a powerful aphrodisiac equally on men and women. No matter how much Igor and I asked Baba Zoya about the composition and names of these herbs, Zoya Vitalyevna wouldn't tell us. She only said that the skill of gathering herbs and making a tincture from them that causes sexual desire was passed down to her from her mother, and all the women in their family line had dealt with herbs.

— Well, you sure can sleep, daughter. We've been waiting for you. The guys have heated the bathhouse. Let's have a drink and all go steam together. The boys will whip our backs with birch brooms. Drive all the sickness out of our bodies. You've probably forgotten when you last steamed in a bathhouse, Lena. — Zoya Vitalyevna stunned her daughter right off the bat, not giving my mother time to come to her senses after sleep.

— Mom. Are you in your right mind? How can I go wash in the bathhouse with my son and his friend? Let's go, just the two of us, steam and whip each other with brooms. And the guys can come after us. — Mom Lena said indignantly to her elderly mother, but at the same time shifting the gaze of her brazen train attendant eyes to me and Igor.

My mother might not have been against a joint wash in the bathhouse involving her son and his friend, but she was playing the virgin. Or maybe she really was embarrassed.

— What's wrong with the guys washing with us, Lena? It's night outside, no one will see us. And your son and his friend won't tell a soul. No one will know we washed together. And besides, I talked with the guys, and we decided to give you the money to pay your loan. But we might change our minds, since you don't want to oblige us. Think about what will happen if you don't pay the loan on time? So don't play the prude. Let's have a drink, so it won't be so embarrassing, and go to the bathhouse. You and I will go first, get some steam going. And the guys will come later. — Zoya Vitalyevna said to her daughter and, walking to the table, poured four shots of the 'charged' moonshine.

For about a minute, my mother stood by the table indecisively, thinking in her head about what to do. Go wash jointly in the bathhouse with her elderly mother, her son, and a strange young guy and get money for the loan in return. Or not go and be left with nothing. All this time, my mother didn't take her eyes off me and Igor. And then, after thinking, Mom Lena made up her mind, took a step to the table, and picked up a shot glass of moonshine.

— To everything being good for us. And to the joint wash in the bathhouse. — Zoya Vitalyevna made a toast and, raising her shot glass, clinked with her daughter, then with us.

The old woman drank first, then Igor, and my mother hesitated, holding the filled shot glass in her hand, looking at it as if examining something in it, but finally she also drank the 'charged' old woman's moonshine to the bottom, and I felt relieved. Now seducing my mother would be much easier, considering the soft but strong effect of the moonshine infused with special herbs. We had tested it on ourselves before, and its effectiveness was staggering. I drank last and chased it with bread and sausage. And Mom Lena again didn't chase it, instead lighting a cigarette from the pack I had given her. Which was very handy. In that case, the old woman's moonshine would work on her faster.

— You'll ruin your stomach with tobacco, daughter. Who chases alcohol with cigarette smoke? — Baba Zoya scolded my mother but didn't start lecturing about the harms of smoking.

Zoya Vitalyevna, just like us, had one thing on her mind: to quickly drag my mother to bed and engage in group sex, two on two, and then see how it goes.

— Alright, let's go wash. And you guys, come to us in about five minutes. Wait until we get some steam going in the steam room. I'm used to it. But Lenka isn't. — the old woman said to me and Igor, and the elderly woman's eyes lit up with lustful fire in anticipation of fucking with her grandson in front of his mother.

And Mom Lena, she even gave us such a look that it seemed she was about to pounce and rape us right there without leaving the house. The 'charged' old woman's moonshine infused with aphrodisiac herbs was starting to work. And I myself felt the desire to tear the robe off my mother and throw her on the sofa. So strong was the effect of this 'special' moonshine, and from just one shot. And what would happen when we drank more?

— Kostya. Don't forget to grab the beer from the fridge. I bought a pack in the city today. We'll sit on the bench after the bath and drink. — the old woman threw over her shoulder as she left, and the women disappeared through the terrace doors, going out into the yard.

— Holy shit, Igor. I can't even believe it. Am I really going to see my mother naked now. — I said to my friend in an excited voice, feeling a thrill all over my body.

Washing naked with my own mother and touching her body with my hard cock was a fabulous delight. Not to mention that I would most likely lie down with her in bed.

— It's obvious, Kostyan. Thanks to Zoya Vitalyevna. I want to fuck your mom myself. I like her so much. — Igor answered me, shifting impatiently from foot to foot and glancing at the clock on the wall in the hall, counting down when the five minutes allotted to us by Baba Zoya would pass.

— Okay, that's it. Let's go, Kostya. I feel like my dick is about to burst from the tension. — Igor said in a plaintive voice, stripping down to his underwear, and I followed his example, taking off my clothes, leaving only my underwear, took four cans of beer from the fridge, hurried out of the house into the yard, where in the garden in the cozy bathhouse steam room my mother was now standing naked, and I would see her, just