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It all started with my desire to fuck my mom.
It sounds terrible, but my mom looks like a Hollywood star.
Tall blonde, with big tits, a hellishly sexy ass, and big gray eyes.
Who wouldn't want to fuck someone like that when she's constantly walking around the house in tiny shorts?
Of course, I couldn't fuck my mom, so I got interested in women over 30 and soon registered on a social network where a lot of housewives hung out.
This social network was called "Cliché," where people posted pictures, videos, wrote blogs—basically a regular leisure site.
The only thing that set it apart was the influx of housewives who had absolutely nothing to do during the day, and they often wrote various poems, thoughts, facts
I figured I could catch some murky fish there, so to speak.
I started writing my thoughts in a blog, posting poems by various Spanish poets and all sorts of aphorisms by German philosophers.
After a while, I had a certain circle of communication on the site, which mainly consisted of women over 30.
They all said I was an interesting guy, too bad I was too young
(I was 18).
But after a few photos of my abs, many of them started asking for a photo of my face.
I refused and said I'd only show my face in person.
Many, as I expected, agreed to meet, but under the pretext that it was just a friendly get-together.
The first one I decided to meet was a cheerful 36-year-old user with the nickname Black Owl.
Simply because she was the most vulgar among all these chicks, and I figured she'd definitely put out.
— Wow! Kostya, so it's you, Pierrot from the site?
— Yes... and you're Black Owl???
— Haha! I guess so, so we finally met...
— Yeah, what a coincidence, like one in a million!
We awkwardly fell silent, remembering the kinds of things we talked about on the site.
I decided to take a risk:
— Well, since we've met, let's at least sit in a café and talk about Cliché.
— Okay, let's... although I was expecting... something else...
Then I noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring.
So she came ready to fuck.
We sat in a café by the pond, I ordered a panini and noodles, she just got a glass of wine.
— Sooo... how are things at home now, Aunt Olya?
— Oh, everything's fine, my husband went to Spain for work, Anyutka is at her grandma's in the village.
She always goes there in the summer.
— Ahhh, I see.
— And how about at your place? How's your mom?
— Same as always, work, home, fitness.
She's almost 38, but she's still bouncing around like a horse.
— Spot on—Aunt Olya laughed—A real thoroughbred mare!
We laughed imagining my mom as a mare.
Then she looked at me with her green eyes and said:
— You were bolder on the site, weren't you?
— Well, you're my mom's friend, how could I make a vulgar joke in front of you?
— Oh, come on, on the site we even discussed positions, and now suddenly you're shy—she laughed.
— Well, you're something else—I laughed too—Honestly, I didn't expect such jokes and conversations from you.
— You thought I was a modest housewife?—she smirked.
— Yeah, something like that.
But I guess I was really mistaken.
— You bet.
And what did you expect from Black Owl?
Thought she'd come, you'd sit in a café, and then you'd fuck her in a hotel?—we burst out laughing so loud the whole café heard, even the other patrons turned to look at us.
— You're literally reading my mind, I even have a hotel room booked.
— Wow! How thoughtful, is the hotel at least decent?
— So-so, too bad the money's non-refundable, already paid for the night.
— Why not?
I haven't been in a hotel in ages, it's nice to sleep in a bed you don't have to make.
Let's go at least check it out, see what it's like.
— Okay, let me just pay the bill.
— No need, you're paying for the hotel, and I'll pay for the coffee—she laughed—or else you'll complain to your mom.
I hesitated, but it was kind of nice that a woman was paying for me.
She paid, we went out, caught a taxi, and quickly got to the "Red Star" hotel.
Looking at the hotel, Aunt Olya laughed:
— Typical hotel for fucking... oops, sorry, my French.
The hotel was three stories, but quite long.
We went through the main door, where the attendant gave me the keys to a room on the third floor.
You could get a room in this hotel even if you were underage, which is why I chose it.
Taking the elevator up, we ended up on the third floor right across from our room.
I unlocked the door with the keys and started inspecting the place.
An ordinary room with a door to the bathroom, only the big bed and curtains were a bit pompous, like from an 18th-century movie.
There was also a TV, some fucking awful painting with puppies, and a door to the balcony.
— Yoo-hoo! Not bad, the bed—Olya fell onto the bed and started rolling around on it.
— Yeah, a pleasant atmosphere for such a shitty hotel.
So, are you staying the night here?
— Yep, nothing to do at home anyway.
— Well, I'll be going then...
— Wait! You're leaving me alone in this weird hotel?
What if there are junkies? Or ghosts???
— What the hell ghosts???
Okay, fine, I'll keep you company, but there's only one bed...
— It's fine, we'll sleep next to each other, I've known you since you were a kid.
— Okay, so what do we do now?
It's only 9 PM, too early to sleep.
— Let's watch TV, maybe they have cable.
— Okay, but no chick shows.
She turned on the TV, and I started rummaging through the dresser under it.
Thought maybe there was something interesting.
After a few seconds of searching, I found a pack of condoms, 3 were missing, 7 left.
There was also a stale chocolate bar, a sock, and women's thongs.
— Look what I found!—I showed Olya the find, and seeing it all, she burst out laughing.
— Three are missing, someone had a really good time last night.
— Or maybe they were just blowing them up?
And then eating chocolate and sniffing socks with thongs...—we laughed, she took the pack from me, opened one, and started blowing it up.
— Wow! Condoms with little spikes, I've never seen them in real life before.
— Really?
They used to be popular!
— Well, I got married early, fucked with my husband... I mean, had sex without rubbers, so I have no experience at all.
— Well, with rubbers... it's not the same feeling at all... better without them.
— Hmm, so I see you're not a virgin anymore?
You're only 16!
— Well, my friends took me to a hooker, nothing special.
I haven't been with a real girl yet.
— I see, well, don't worry, I won't tell your mom—she winked at me.
I was turned on from being alone with a hot chick in a hotel.
The room was dark, only the TV lit it up, and my hormones started raging.
Just as Olya bent over to close the dresser, I pretended to trip.
I clumsily leaned against her and rubbed my dick against her ass.
— Sorry, can't see a thing in here!—I put on a regretful face.
— It's fine, it really is dark in here—after closing the dresser, she got back on all fours to take off her shoes.
The sight of her sexy, big ass tightly wrapped in her skirt turned my brain off, and I pretended to trip again.
I pressed against her even harder and even stood there pressed against her for a while.
— Damn, sorry, it's pitch black in here.
— It's fine, it happens—after taking off her shoes, she put on the slippers that were under the bed.
Then she went out on the balcony and leaned on the railing, looking somewhere into the distance.
She leaned too far over the railing, and her ass again stretched the tight fabric of her skirt.
I took a moment to admire that gorgeous butt and went out onto the balcony.
The balcony was small, and I stood right behind her, centimeters from her ass.
— What did you see?—I asked.
— Just admiring the view, from here you can see the river where I used to swim as a kid.
Oh! A shooting star!
— Where?—I pressed against her from behind and started looking into the distance.
— Up there, on the left!—I pretended to look, but I was just pressing harder against her ass.
— On the left? I don't see it!—I pressed her against the railing, and with my hands on either side, I grabbed the railing.
— Damn, Kostya, I'm gonna fall—she moved closer to me, and now I was pressed against her with my whole body.
— Yeah, this balcony is tiny, damn.
— Okay, let's go back inside, or we'll catch a cold.
We went back into the room and sat next to each other on the bed, facing the TV.
— Kostya, it's uncomfortable sitting in this skirt for so long, do you mind if I take it off?
— Of course, we're sleeping together anyway.
She stood up and started pulling off her skirt.
Under the skirt were black thongs and stockings.
Then she took off her blouse, and underneath was a see-through bra.
— Wow, Aunt Olya... you look great! Should I take off my jeans too?
— Go ahead, no point hiding.
I pulled off my jeans, then my shirt, and was left in just my underwear in front of her.
My hard-on was really bulging, and you could see the outline of my dick through my underwear.
— Yeah, your abs really are sexy.—she touched my abs.
— Yeah, I have tons of time, so I go to the gym and get massages.
My husband likes it.
— Can I... touch too?
— Go ahead, since you want to.
I timidly touched her stomach, then raised my hand and touched her breast.
— So?
— Firm, very nice to the touch.
— Thanks, nice to hear.
Well, let's lie down or something.
She lay down, but the bed was big and there was plenty of space.
I lay on the edge, still feeling awkward around Aunt Olya.
She lay with her legs spread wide, switching channels on the TV.
— Kostya, don't be shy, come closer, or you'll fall off.
I moved closer to her and lay on my side facing her.
She moved and also lay on her side, pressing her back against me.
— Sorry, I'm used to my husband pressing against me from behind, it's more comfortable for me.
We lay pressed together, watching some series on TV.
My dick couldn't handle being pressed against such an ass and got 100% hard.
I pressed harder and felt my dick slip between her buns.
She probably felt it too and said:
— These thongs are chafing me... do you mind... if I take them off?
— Okay, I'll take mine off too, these glamorous briefs are steaming my balls.
We pretended this was a perfectly civil conversation and quickly pulled off our underwear.
I saw her shaved pussy; it was quite pretty compared to a hooker's or porn actresses on TV.
Now my dick was right up against her bare ass.
The thought crept into my head that she did want sex after all, and I pressed against her.
My dick ended up between her buns, with the head pressing against her asshole.
— Kostya... I'm cold... can I get closer?
— Of course, of course... there's a real draft here.
She started moving her ass, and the head of my dick slid into her ass.
It went in tight, and Olya moaned, either from pain or pleasure.
— So hot... you're warming me up—she barely managed to say.
I kept moving, and soon my dick was in her all the way to my balls.
— Wait... you're big... I need to get used to it...—she put her palm on my hips, as if calming me.
I waited a bit and started moving again.
I was impatient and sped up a lot, so the room echoed with the sound of my hips slapping against her ass.
I pulled back a little and watched as her hole swallowed my dick.
But fucking on our sides was still uncomfortable, so I said to Olya:
— Let's do it doggy style?
— Hold on, let me get up...
She took off her bra, revealing her big melons, and got on all fours.
I got on my knees behind her and slid my dick into her ass.
It went in slowly, but when it reached my balls, I started pounding fast.
Olya at first gasped, then let out a drawn-out moan.
With one hand she rubbed her pussy, and with the other she kept her balance.
Then