The story I'm about to tell happened in the early 2000s, after successfully finishing my second year of university. I had to figure out what to do for the two months before the next academic year began. At that time, the three of us lived together: me, my brother who was two years younger, and my mom. My father was no longer living with us by then. Times were not easy for the family, but mom had managed to save up some money for a vacation. After a family meeting, it was decided to take a last-minute package tour to Egypt, which was the most affordable option at the time. My brother was already 18 by then, he had entered drama school and preferred to spend the summer with friends in the city and at the dacha,

and mom really wanted to go to the sea but was afraid to fly alone. So we decided to take a package for two and spend 14 days relaxing by the Red Sea. I was almost 20 at the time, but I looked younger because I was not tall, no more than 170 cm, and skinny. My mom was just over 40, she was also short, about 157-158 cm, not fat but not thin either, for her height she weighed about 65 kg, had short hair, wore glasses, and had a fairly large chest, about a size 3-4. We booked a one-room suite because there were no others left, and we were supposed to fly out the day after tomorrow.

After a safe flight and transfer to the hotel, during check-in, the concierge offered us, for an additional fee, a small but two-room suite on the first floor. We inspected it: it was a standard suite with two rooms, one shared balcony (even though it was on the first floor), and a combined bathroom with a shower stall instead of a bathtub. Without thinking long, mom paid an extra $30 and we checked in, each taking a room, mom the one closer to the door and me the one further back.

The first few days were spent on acclimatization and getting our bearings. On the third day, we took a day-long excursion to Cairo. During it, we met a man who was also staying at our hotel; he had arrived earlier and happily told us on the way what else was interesting to see there. He was older than mom, about 55-57 years old, tall, already with a belly, short haircut, hair graying. Unlike us, it wasn't his first time in Egypt, and this time he had come with his friend. He was also on the excursion but was quiet. He didn't look very pleasant, short, with broad shoulders, bald, with tattoos on his arms, and looked a bit younger than his friend, about 50-52.

Entering it, I noticed the light in the room was off, meaning mom wasn't back yet, although I thought she had already returned. But walking a bit further, I noticed the light was on in the bathroom, so she's washing up, I thought, but a moment later I heard a quiet moan from there. The bathroom door wasn't locked, and I quietly opened it a crack and peeked in. What I saw made me flush with heat, and movements started in my shorts. Before my eyes, I could see two people fucking in the shower stall, and it was my mom and Boris. The stall itself was transparent, with a door that wasn't fully closed, through which I could see that mom was with her back to the wall, her legs wrapped around Boris's waist, and I saw his ass making rhythmic movements. This sight stunned and aroused me at the same time—how could mom already be fucking Boris on the second day of knowing him. My dick stood at attention, I didn't know what to do and was afraid they would notice me. Mom's moans were getting stronger meanwhile. I took my dick in my hand—it's not very big, about 15 cm—and started jerking off intensely. I couldn't see much, just Boris's ass and mom's legs, but the process itself was very arousing. Judging by mom's moans, she was enjoying it, which was no surprise; after the divorce from my father, I only knew of one partner of hers, and he disappeared very quickly, and for the last 3 years there had been no hints that she had anyone.

After about five minutes of such fucking, Boris pulled out his dick, mom stood on her feet, he told her to turn around. At that moment, I saw Boris's dick, which was clearly bigger than mine, and my naked mom with large, wet breasts and a black triangle between her legs. She obediently turned, leaning her hands against the wall and sticking her butt out a bit. Boris quickly entered her and started fucking, speeding up the pace with each minute. He grabbed her by the waist, closer to her ass, and started fucking fast, and after a few minutes pulled out his dick, took off the condom, and started cumming on mom's ass and back, emitting a groan like a growl. At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore either and started cumming, but cumming on the door or floor could give me away, so I had to hold out my left hand and cum into it. It wasn't very comfortable or familiar, but I couldn't leave any traces.

After that, I quickly ran to my room and wiped all the semen on the bed linen. I didn't want them to see me, so without turning on the light, I lay down behind the bed so I wouldn't be visible. I heard them come out of the shower and talk quietly about something. After that, apparently mom looked into my room and told Boris I wasn't back yet, to which he suggested continuing on the bed, but mom refused, citing me, saying I could come back at any moment. She promised Boris that tomorrow morning she would send me to the beach, say she wasn't feeling well, and they would have a couple of hours to have a good time. With that, they parted. And so as not to give myself away, I climbed out through the balcony to the street—luckily it was the first floor—and as if nothing had happened, came in through the door, where I was met by mom in a robe, under which I already understood there was nothing, looking pleased. That night, I couldn't sleep for a long time, processing in my head what I had seen: my naked mom and Boris's dick cumming on her. In short, I came one more time and tried to sleep.

The next day, everything happened as mom had planned. She said she wasn't feeling well and would rest in the room, and I should go to the beach alone. I didn't object or ask unnecessary questions, but I left the door to my room open to the balcony. Of course, I didn't go to the beach; I waited for Boris to come to our room. I didn't have to wait long; within about 10 minutes he was approaching the door, apparently he couldn't wait himself. I waited another ten minutes and then climbed onto the balcony. The balcony was shared, and I could easily look in the window. First, I quietly went to my room to listen to what was happening. They were talking about something; mom said they had an hour, to which Boris said they shouldn't waste time then. After that, the talking stopped. I went out onto the balcony to see what was happening in their room. The scene was amazing: Boris was half-lying on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and mom, naked, was lying between his legs and sucking his dick. The sun was reflecting treacherously, but I could see her head moving back and forth in his crotch. After that, he took her head in his hands and started guiding his dick into her mouth himself. At times she would pull away and take a moment to catch her breath, but then he would fill her mouth with his dick again. His dick, although longer than mine, wasn't too thick, so I think mom didn't have problems taking it deeper. After a couple of minutes, the regular blowjob turned into face-fucking; Boris held mom's head and impaled her on his dick. I wondered if she had had such experience before—did my father fuck her mouth like that? My dick was ready to explode. I didn't know whether to cum now and leave so as not to get caught, or to endure longer because it was very interesting to see what would happen next.

And what happened next was this: Boris pulled his dick out of mom's mouth and told her to lie on her back and spread her legs. I think she assumed he would enter her now, but he lowered his head between her legs. Mom let out a soft moan, then started stroking his head with her hands, her own breasts, her hair, and saying something. It was hard to hear, but apparently she was saying how good it felt. This went on for several minutes, mom's moans only getting stronger. At one point, I clearly heard: "Come inside me." Boris got up, she pulled him towards her. He took a prepared condom, and before unwrapping it, he sat on her chest and directed his dick into her mouth again. He sat on her while she sucked his dick as he opened the condom. After that, he made a couple of thrusts into her mouth, pulled out, put on the condom, and entered her. He entered very quickly and easily; apparently it was very wet there. What followed was a long coupling in the missionary position, in which, judging by the moans, mom did cum. Their sex continued in the cowgirl position. Boris lay on his back, and mom rode him; you could see her breasts shaking hard, which Boris would occasionally take in his hands and squeeze. I couldn't hold back anymore; I came right on the balcony floor. There was a lot of semen, despite having cum twice the day before. But it didn't diminish my arousal at all, and I continued watching. They fucked for about 35-40 minutes. It ended when Boris put mom on all fours and started fucking her fast, just like the day before. I wondered why he only cums that way, I thought, since I myself had very little experience, and my main satisfaction was jerking off. He made a few sharp, strong thrusts, let out his roar again, and came, still holding mom by the hips, after which he pulled out his already limp dick and lay down next to her. I wanted to leave then, but decided to move to my room to listen to their further plans. They lay and talked about everything, but then Boris started asking about mom's sexual experience: what she was interested in, what she had tried, what she would like to try. Such questions embarrassed mom; she tried to avoid them. The reason, I think, was that she didn't have much experience. She got married early, lived in marriage for over 15 years, and now she was over 40, and there wasn't much to remember. Boris said that tomorrow he and his friend had a flight and were leaving, which seemed to disappoint mom a bit by the sound of her voice; we still had 9 days left of vacation. At the same time, he said he hoped to go to the final disco with her tonight and have a good time. Time was approaching lunch, and mom was worried that I could come back any minute, to which Boris said, "Yes, I'll go, but one more finish—jerk me off." After these words, silence fell, only Boris's quiet groan. I decided not to watch this anymore, but to climb over the balcony, take a dip in the sea, and then return to the room, but through the main door.

When I returned, mom was alone. I asked how she was feeling; it turned out she felt much better and was even planning to go to the disco in the evening.

In the evening, as usual, we sat by the bar, mom drank wine, we listened to the DJ and watched the dancing. Around 10 PM, Boris and his bald friend showed up, joined us, and ordered cocktails that weren't on the regular menu—Long Island Iced Teas. I think mom had never tried one; I had only had it once myself and remember getting very drunk from it quickly. Amid the talking and dancing, the cocktail was quickly finished, and Boris ordered another one for me and mom. I thought he had decided to treat us as a farewell. After the third cocktail, I realized I had little control over the situation and was barely standing; mom, after the wine, seemed to be in an even more helpless state. Midnight was approaching, many people were starting to leave. The men ordered another shot of tequila and said drinking it would make us feel better. I refused because I could barely stand, but mom drank it, after which she got up from the chair, swaying heavily and saying something in slurred speech. Boris put her arm over his shoulder, took her by the waist, and led her towards the room, while the bald guy walked next to me, holding me a bit so I wouldn't fall. Entering the room, mom collapsed on the bed; she was in a light summer dress. I also wanted to go to my room, but the bald guy said I should take a shower to freshen up and sober up.

During this dialogue, they weren't embarrassed by my presence at all; maybe it even aroused them more. "Let's turn her over, I'll finish faster that way," said the bald guy. He pulled out of her, and together with Boris, they turned her onto her stomach, then put a pillow under her pelvis so her butt was raised. I probably saw her ass for the first time; it wasn't small and was very beautiful. The bald guy approached her from behind and entered sharply. He fucked her very fast, his body slapping hard against mom's buttocks. After several minutes of such intense fucking, he pulled out his dick and started cumming on mom's ass. After that, he stepped back and sat on a chair.

— Well, gonna fuck her as a farewell?" the bald guy asked Boris.

— I already sacrificed tonight with her for you and your pleasure, but I'll try to get what I wouldn't have gotten from her sober.

To which his friend said, "Yeah, go pack your suitcase, I'll come by in 20 minutes..."

— Okay, but don't be late," replied Boris, putting on his shorts and leaving the room.

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