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Shortly after my forty -schoolest birthday, mine died Mother And shortly afterwards my father. I’ve had little in recent years Contact Had to them the last time I had visited them, had been on the occasion of their golden wedding. A family festival with old aunts, uncles and me completely unknown cousins. In addition that of the constantly reproachful looks of my parents that I hadn’t married again and could not give them any grandchildren.
My parents’ row corner shed a radiant maisonne when I parked my car in front of the garage. My parents had acquired the house shortly after my marriage and lived in 28 years. It was completely foreign to me, I hadn’t even stayed in him. Inside it was dim and bad air stood in the rooms. First I pulled the curtains up and tore up the windows. The dust grains danced in the falling sunlight. Sighly I settled on the worn out couch.
Five days Vacation I had taken myself to clean up the house so that I could hand it over to a broker who should sell it for me. My gaze wanded over the wall unit, filled with nipples, porcelain and some souvenirs from any vacation. I doubted whether I would create the clean -up work in the five days. I spent the night in the guest room that had a small balcony to the garden. The next morning I got to work, filled bags with waste, sorted out clothes, called on old goods dealers so that they should pick up books, records, devices and other things.
When I brought the waste to my car, I got to know the owners of the other half of the house. A young couple, he a searing slag that mowed the lawn in the tank top. She was a sweet thing with fun freckles on her face, made of short -cut jeans, looked out flawless legs. She plucked weeds out of the beds. They waved briefly to me, I called them a hello back. After three days the house had emptied somewhat.
But I thought with horror of the basement, which I visited at the beginning and averted myself with gray. The weather was getting warmer, now I had my clothes adapted by the neighbor. With a short encounter With them that were called Seven and Ina, I thought he had stared on my breasts. But it was probably just imagination, due to my abstinence in this bleak place of my parents. In the evening it was getting warmer, the garden filled the air with a beguiling fragrance.
I sat on the balcony, enjoyed a glass of red wine and just wanted to read in a book when I heard that the neighbors entered their terrace. Chairs were moved back and forth, then there was silence. My reading was not particularly captivating, a rather boring book about a French couple that is on summer vacation in the summer vacation Partner exchange tried. >Did you see your boobs? <, I heard ina questions. Clear but his answer was and then a statement followed that I was probably a real fuck section.
At the moment my hairs appeared on my forearms and a pleasant pulling was created in my stomach. >You would like to fuck our neighbor, probably fuck? <, Ina asked with a slightly vibrating voice. Seven had to have nodded, because Ina continued her question and asked him what he would like to do with me. You in the ass fucking was his flush answer. I felt my panties wet. She would suck his cock now and he should explain to her, he was still wanted to do with me, Ina apparently rightly moved the chair.
A cozy moan from Seven was heard. I put a finger in and massaged my clit with the others. First he would suck on my breasts, beat it lightly, then throw me over the kitchen table, examine and stretch my holes. The boy had probably looked porn, I thought and the first twitches started with me. His “then I ram my cock in her ass”, went under in a wheels. I heard ina laugh and say that the idea brought you to cum, come in for the second round.
They let me hang in the middle of my orgasm, I continued to scratch but I lacked the suggestion to be used as an aphrodizing template. Completely frustrated I went in, found poor sleep and woke up tormented by erotic dreams several times at night. There was actually only garbage in the basement. I decided to hire a professional clearing up company. Just when I wanted to close the door, my view of a box fully fell with film coils. I couldn’t remember my parents, let alone watching films.
I carefully picked up the coils. They were all provided with the date of recording. I recognized the clean and correct handwriting of my father. Further behind on the shelf I discovered a playback machine, blew the dust off his housing and dragged it into the now bald living room. Then I got the box with the coils. It gave some effort until I got the device to run. I downloaded the roller shutters and expected film recordings that my parents had probably made in one of their vacations.
The coil turned, the tone crackled and amused I saw this 4, 3, 2, 1, which at the beginning of these narrow -spuri films on the wall. In a diffuse light, a woman appeared to be tied to a buck and presented her bare butt. Her slim legs were emphasized by extreme high heels. I had probably ended up in father’s porn collection, I thought amused, on the outside hiu, inside pfui like all men, why should my oh so strict father have been different.
I cumed out: Papa jerked himself off in the basement in front of porn films, while mom watched Rosamunde Pilcher films in TV in the living room. The camera zoomed up with the woman’s buttocks, the impressions of men’s hands were clearly visible, fresh streaks and somewhat older hematomas. Not bad, I thought and my memory fell briefly back to a similar experience some time ago. I became restless. Movement came into the scene, a corpulent man with a bobbing barrel stepped behind the woman and rammed his limb into her.
An adorable Kiekser could be found in her. The cameraman waved into the room in which a half -dozen naked men were sitting, who was eagerly seen to see and jerked themselves. My legs spread involuntarily. With a grunt syringe the man in the woman and said that he is now his Sister would have made slippery for the others. I believed to have interrogated. My father had looked at incest porn.
A younger man approached the woman, for a moment I thought I recognized my cousin David. Such nonsense, what should he have to look for in such a film. The cameraman slowly moved around the buck and caught the face of the woman. I switch off the filMeacaret out of sheer horror and horror. That couldn’t be, that couldn’t be. I hesitantly started again. It was my mother! The woman who was tied over the goat was my mother! Incredible! It must have been forced!?! But her facial expression showed that she was more than enjoyable.
Grinning, with a face distorted by lust she looked into the camera and asked how many would still be available to her. The man’s voice behind the camera belonged to my father, who replied that 8 men were still available, mother ripped up her eyebrows and let himself be bumped. If my mother was the man’s sister who had previously started with the orgy, then it must have been uncle Markus: I spoke back the film.
Sure he was and the young man was already David, my cousin was. Incomprehensible! I looked at the box, in the film had been deposited, found a date. He was taken shortly after I moved out. My mother, who had always scolded me when I had run out of boys and guarded my virginity with Argus eyes, was not only rammed through a number of men, but also from her own brother and his son.
While I was doing this considerations, more than half of the men had already emptied into it. I heard her screaming, moaning and gasping. To make matters worse, the film also excited me, I couldn’t do anything about it, had to take off my wet panties and finger me. It was disgusting and at the same time exciting to watch my own mother with her orgasms. Shortly before the end of the film I was so far, cramping and twitching I unloaded my lust in the former parental living room.
The noise, the spool running into the blank, brought me back to reality. I put the film back into the box and counted the others. In total there were thirteen coils, all goods were carefully dated by my father. According to my estimate, they amounted to about 18-20 hours of play time. I involuntarily took out another film, it was created 18 years after the other. The apparatus started to buzz. The camera chased my mother as she ran through dunes.
Except for a sun hat on her head and a trained swim bag, she had no thread on her body. My mother had a slim and beautiful body. From time to time she turned to the man on the camera, probably my father, and laughed at him. You could see how her other naked. Then there was a cut. In the next part my mother was lying on a beach paint, the camera crouched, my father mumbled something and she spread her legs.
Her hairy vulva opened and I looked where I had seen the light of day. The camera zoomed back on her face and laughed with her hand. Several men came up to her, jerked off her cocks, kept going to her knees so that mother could suck her, pediating her on her stomach, face and breasts. I switched off the device. With shaky knees went to bed and fell into a restless sleep.
For the next two days I supervised the various squads of pick -up and in the evening the house was almost empty. The next morning the broker would come and I could finally go home. Except for the box with the films, I already had the things that meant something personally in my car. The box with the films and demonstration apparatus was lonely in the living room. I briefly packed everything together and promoted it to my car.
On the way back ran into the arms in Ina. I had seen Seven and she saw her in your garden every now and then. He had raised anything together, ina, baking herself in the sun. She had little dog tits, no wonder that Seven was on my breasts. I knew the men, sometimes one way or the other, the main thing is variety. I explained Ina that I would leave tomorrow. Oh a shame, she said and invited me to spend the last evening with them on their terrace.
I couldn’t help but a grin and agreed to. In the evening I bretted myself. If they needed me as a suggestion for their sex, but then right. My cleavage would have brought Lahme to the run, I completely did without a slip and my shoes made my legs appear longer. Shortly before I went over to them, I packed my little vibrator, which I always led with me while traveling, in my handbag. With a bottle of wine from father’s remaining stocks, I changed half of the row house.
The two had also made themselves pretty. Ina was wearing a short summer dress with spaghetti straps, Seven a jeans and a white shirt. He made the grill master. While Ina mixed cocktails, the two asked me relatively uninhibitedly. What I would work, whether I was in a relationship and whether I had children. I answered vague, why should people I didn’t know and probably would probably never see again, know everything about me. The cocktails were good, I just sipped them.
Ina really flooded one, clumsy on a deck chair and let me, consciously, see that she was not wearing panties. She had a fine shaved column. Seven always stared at my breasts. He understood what from grilling, the steaks were juicy and the beer cool. Ina was a little beast, she didn’t leave a moment to show that she was bare under her dress. >And<, I started suddenly, >You then replayed Seven’s imagination after leaving the terrace a few evenings ago? <Seven’s eyes started to flicker, Ina grinned at me mischievously.
>Your husband threw you over the kitchen table and fucked you in the ass? Did you imagine that it would be that would hold your butt against you? <, I turned directly to Seven, who almost fell out of my head. >You wanted to suck on my tits, or I had interrogated myself? < I got up and got my breasts out of the neckline. >Please nice here you are! <Seven swallowed hard, I would have loved to giggle.
>have more<, I asked him to. He did that too, he sucked and bite on my nipples, which I got wet in terms of eye. While I concentrated on this pleasant and painful treatment of my breasts, I felt how Ina’s hand pushed between my legs. She sank her fingers in me unerringly, welcomed her and wrapped them in with my muscles. >Didn’t you want to do anything else with me? <, I asked Seven.
He looked at me at a loss, then he grinned. Isa now had to have pushed all the fingers into me because the pressure that her hand triggered made my legs tremble. >Do everything you imagined<, I called in a panting voice. They did not let that say twice and fell like two young hungry animals over me. The boy pulled my dress off my body, kneaded and hit my breasts.
Isa fucked me with her hand from one orgasm to the next. The pictures of my mother whirled in my head on the goat and at the beach Around, the forbidden lust that I felt when looking at. Seven’s increasingly tougher strikes seemed to me to be just punishment for it. At some point they let me off exhausted by me. I found myself lying on a garden lying in my own wetness. I was asked whether I would always be so much injected by Isa, I nodded, said that it would have been more and more with increasing old.
>I have something that I can look forward to<, she called enthusiastically. I looked at my breasts that were very red, the pain did me. So they had never been treated. Now Seven was somewhat lost with a plump cock. Isa knew remedy and took the tail deep in her mouth. She could swallow him to the root, the movements in her neck were clearly seeing. I stepped behind her and carefully put my hands around her neck, felt the tail as he slid back and forth in her throat.
I gently pressed and massaged him. It had happened to Seven, I felt the pulsation clearly on my fingertips. With a bestial cry, he unlocked in Isa’s food tube. Snatching after air and spitting salivating, she released his limb out of her mouth, said that she had never experienced something like that before. Seven nodded enthusiastically. Isa crawled to the couch, said Schelmisch, laughing, that I would have placed them properly with my juice, spread my legs.
Seven made me a somewhat exhausted impression, so I took the little vibrator out of my pocket. But it was tiny, she said disappointed. >Wait, small but Oho<, I knelt between her thighs and licked her. In a short time she was in front of her first climax, gently I introduced the vibrator into her anus and put it on the slightest level. Wow, it was heard from her. The little one was still really tight, I just got two fingers into her, immediately found her G-spot, put the vibrator a step faster and Isa turned into a twitching bundle.
The youth! Seven had developed fully again, pushed towards the whimpering Isa too. Now I was the mistress of the event, asked Isa Barsch to go into the mare position, sucked the delicious cock, made it even harder and wet with my tongue, meandered me on Isas waiting. I myself bang the beautiful member in Isas Rosette. He pushed into her with a jauchzen. I myself put myself under the two, so that my face was enough for Isa beautiful column.
Always nice to look at when a strong tail plowed up a buttock. First I licked and teased Isas clit and then inserted the vibrator into her vagina. Without warning, it turned to the strongest level. Of both of them, there were only great screams to be heard. Again and again I let the staff dance to Isa’s point in order to stimulate Seven’s cock through his girlfriend. Shaken by cramps, Seven fell on the back of Isa, from which only moan was heard.
The next morning the two were in the garage entrance to say goodbye to me. The arms looked a bit taken away. Isa could hardly hide the scratch and bites who came from me. Seven stood slightly curved, I estimated that the eggs hurt him. Isa and I had crazy him four times. I myself was relaxed and completely best things, the two of them had restored my libidinous balance. My breasts, as I had found while showering, had shown dark blue areas suspected.
But what the point, yesterday’s evening it was worth it to me, and I knew some men who were on battered female meat. I invited Seven and Isa to visit myself in the capital and drove away.
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