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Milf is a beautiful porn category that I loved because I met a woman of the right age. This is a forty-two-year-old shuttle with a fucking fourth breast size, her name is Katerina Ivanovna and she is the mother of my friend. It was a freshman year of university. My sexual adventures were limited to one girl who wasn't as sober at the time as I was, unfortunately or fortunately that episode was very poorly archived in my memory. Also at university I met a man with whom I had many common interests, who became my best friend. On one of the warm, truly spring days after school, my only desire was to have a beer, thus relieving my brain of all this bullshit. But my friend thought more globally by proposing not to polish the park benches, but to sit in his apartment. I knew he wasn't living alone (luckily for him, not with his girlfriend, but with his mother). After learning from him that his mother is at work and no one will shoot at his brain from above, and in general what the fuck I will spend my time and share the company with some creepy young aunt (what an idiot I was). And after an hour and a half of our alco-dialogues, the sound of an opening front door was heard in his rather good three-room apartment, a silhouette flashed in the corridor and Katerina Ivanovna appeared in the kitchen. My eyes (and later something else) reacted instantly to her body. It was a woman who matched her age, but it made her sexy as hell. At that moment she was dressed in a dress that ended with a skirt much higher than her knees, her beautiful, athletic legs decorated with dark tights, for a moment I stopped looking at her hips, could not normally look at her ass, and stared at her so that she could see it was somehow ashamed of me. - Hello, boys. Son, can you introduce us to a guest? - Yes, Andrei - this is my mother Katerina Ivanovna, my mother is my friend Andrei, I thought I told you about him already. - Nice to meet you, Andrei. Rest, boys, I won't disturb you, son, if you need me in my room. - Okay, Mom... After acquaintance I did not hear Oleg's conversations anymore, in my head there were my own dialogues, which were reduced to the fact that I had to somehow remove my boner. I was so excited, all I could think about was jerking off in their bathroom. My brain rejected something else and only worked in that direction. It was not difficult to imagine the view of a sick abdomen and Oleg with care and regret pointed to my room through the corridor, where they had a bathroom and toilet. - I hope you can handle it yourself? - with a grin, he poked me. I was very lucky, though Oleg showed me the direction, but was not going to walk me. By the bathroom, I noticed not a tightly closed door, it was Katerina Ivanovna's room. The excitement hit the head better than any alcohol. I peeked into the clicking of the doors. She's already changed after work, but she's not fully dressed. She was cleaning her room, walking around dressed in shorts and a bra. This is the first time I've ever seen such huge tits. It was hard to call them breasts, I've only seen them in certain films that will never win an Oscar for best screenplay. You can't wait too long, jerking off in the hallway is too dangerous. I ran into their bathroom, and a few clicks were heard in the castle, which meant that the door was already closed and I could start my work. I started masturbating, imagining how good Aunt Katya looked with my penis in her mouth or our sex in their kitchen, right on the table or on the floor, continuing to build up my pace as if I had been struck by lightning - there was a laundry basket next to me. With my trembling hands I opened it, the basket was half full, I was only interested in one thing - panties. Katerina Ivanovna's panties were three pairs in the basket, they were mixed up with other clothes, so if I piss off some of them, she won't look at them, but will throw them along with other things and won't notice any changes in them. All three pairs had lace thongs in different colors: red, black and green. The choice was very difficult and there was less and less time left. The choice was between red and green, but green automatically won, because the red were some kind of strange sticking together, I then thought that they were somewhere lying for a long time, until the owner still remembered about them and threw in the laundry (Oleg's secret at that time was still a secret). Of course, the first thing I did was bring them to my face to smell this woman. It was her scent mixed with shower gel extract and how I thought women's spirits. All this was driving me crazy, I was inhaling her scent, my other hand was approaching the sperm blast. When I felt like I was about to finish jerking her off with my panties, they were soaked in my grease and after a few more jerks I spilled out everything I had accumulated.
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