Sex Stories novel Chapter 12

He began to walk around the room, simultaneously examining everything that caught his attention.

"Look what she has." The man opened the box and began rummaging through it. Finally, he found a tube of cream, squeezed it into his fingers, and walked back to Mom's ass. She was on all fours and continued in this position. She slept, even snored from time to time. I asked myself why she didn't feel anything.

When I became an adult, I realized that alcohol dulls the mind and clouds the brain. In such a state, you don't control yourself at all, you are in a knee-deep sea. And in the morning there is a strong physical and moral hangover, especially if you wake up in bed with a stranger and do not even remember his name.

I tried to stop at the exact moment when you only have a slight dizziness, I never got drunk so I didn't remember anything. They also poured me clonidine, especially in champagne. My intuition was already working there. I tried to only drink the drinks that the waiter brought and not necessarily open.

I always had this same scene with my mother before my eyes, when a stranger had her in every hole. I got drunk several times up to this point, but I'll tell you more about that another time.

I stood up and looked with eyes wide open, not knowing what to do. I even thought about preventing this man from doing something that my mother would later regret.

And the man, meanwhile, abundantly lubricated my unfortunate mother's anus with cream, trying to get his fingers deeper.

"Well that's better, I really don't want to tear you." He said and began to masturbate his penis, after waiting for it to wake up, he began to insert it through her anus.

"Oh cool, such a tight hole you have, like ripping a girl's hymen." The penis entered deeper, but with difficulty. "Looks like you passed out, but you're trying hard, come on, relax, bitch."

He began to spank my mother on the butt, which had red spots from the spanking. He tried to insert the penis slowly, but it was clear that he was already impatient to bring it down to his balls, but he was holding it back with difficulty.

"If only not to finish immediately." He spoke hoarsely to himself.

At some point, he couldn't bear it and carried it to the end, and then he froze, as if he had been pressed to pause.

"Stop." He breathed in and froze for a moment. My mother stirred, it was evident that even in a drunken stupor, she was sore and unpleasant.

"Be patient, bitch, there is still a little bit left." He patted her ass again.

In response, my mother muttered something inarticulate and tried to pry his penis out of her butt with her hand. The man grabbed her hands to stop them from bothering him and began methodically fucking my mother.

This gave him so much pleasure that he was no longer ashamed of the children sleeping behind the wall and began screaming with pleasure almost loudly. My mother also began to moan, to writhe under the uniform blows of the penis. The balls hit hard against her buttocks, she just moaned softly, like a small dog.

Either she liked it or it hurt. Suddenly, a fine trickle of liquid came out of her crotch.