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Rona has sent me today a new story. Since most of the last one has already fallen well, here their latest work.
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The marital quarrel
it happened before 9 years now.
My mother had the whole afternoon somehow completely off the roll.
I had noticed even in my room upstairs that my parents had once again had quite a fight. As so often it had ended with the fact that Papa slam the door behind him, was got into the car and driven away.
That was before the lunch was. And since my mother freaked out just yet. The food had already been on the stove, or if my sister and I probably have nothing to eat. So we sat at dinner and our mother had to stand instead of a plate, a bottle of something high-percentage on. She had not bothered to take a glass, she drank from the same bottle.
My sister and I were pretty shocked. So we knew otherwise not our mother. I could not remember them ever having seen something else to drink alcohol and possibly a glass of wine (when we had visitors) or a glass of champagne on New Year's or when their round had her friends.
All the time she swore to herself. And end this curse was consistently our father. Mariella and I looked at her. We did not dare to say anything. But little by little we understand from the curses of our mother that Dad probably a relationship with another woman, probably had a colleague from his firm.
There was spaghetti, tomato sauce and turkey cutlets. Our mother was in motion, that the sauce splashed all over the table when they threw the shreds banged on the plates. We were still the least of what Dad had done. She threw back the pan on the stove, that the fat on the tiles syringe and it just rattled Sun
Mariella was totally intimidated, which could see her. I was with my 13 years probably already with these situations which, although not as pronounced, were occurred in the last few weeks but again, probably around a little better. Mariella was only 9 and I think it was for all this even more a shock for me.
for me was at this lunch quite clear, beyond what would run it. A buddy of mine had gone through the whole thing last year. His parents had divorced. It had been quite a back and forth because of him and his brother. It was going for custody. So therefore, with whom they would both live if the parents had separated. I saw this coming even to us.
My mother ran wild and loud cursing in the kitchen and down while we ate slowly and tried to do as best as if we were not at all. She cursed our dad as son of a bitch, asshole, and a few words to the Mario and I were not even allowed to think, we did not want to spend the next week only in our room. So we had not experienced both our mother. She cursed not only our father but also the other woman with whom he apparently seemed to cheat. What would have because of what she could not offer him and if she were the whole time just around naked in front of him would fawn and she would soon see how it is, if they would have him iron the shirts and could not just roll around in bed with him and rumficken.
Yes, our mother had used the word for which they would have us probably (not really) washed his mouth with soap. Fucking. We used the guys all the time on the playground. Was just cool. Where we have nobody on the theoretical significance of the word fuck was gone beyond. When Mario heard this word from the mouth of our mother, she opened her hand to her mouth and looked at me shocked.
The whole time Mom had always made the bottle drunk and finally were her words and her gait already uncertain. I was honestly quite glad when the bottle was empty and threw them with a loud clang in the bin.
When we had the cup almost empty, they came with the noodle pot, and filled us in time. She muttered something to himself as "he would not get away with it! You would get their children to eat without him!" and slammed with a lot of momentum and the tomato sauce over the noodles. Maybe a little too much momentum, because a large piece of cake landed on Maria's white blouse. It looked as if they had been shot in the chest.
I had even less luck. I cried when I just got the hot sauce in his face. It dripped onto my shirt and continued on my jeans. Very great tennis!
When mum heard my cry, which, however, more to the terror as a result of the temperature of the sauce was, her expression changed at once completely. The anger, the rage, even hatred had suddenly disappeared. She was probably at our Mother as we knew it.
We had no chance. They grabbed us in the neck before we could distribute more of the tomato sauce in the kitchen and dragged us into the bathroom. Before we knew it, they had both me and Mariella Shirt and sweatshirt ripped from his body. When Maria's was now soaked up even on the undershirt. So this also landed right in the laundry basket.
As she then grabbed my jeans and began to tug at his belt, but then it was very embarrassing. After all, I had been a long time, who wanted to blame one bursting with testosterone 13-year-old, quite a hammer in his pants. If one can call in at a young age even by a hammer.
Our mother had her robe on and even in their wild back and forth running around in the kitchen, was every now and again fell a bit apart. Not completely - unfortunately. But after all, so that could be seen from time to time a piece of her bosom. Once I even thought for a moment, to have seen one of her nipples. Unfortunately, they had probably completely automatically, the belt from the robe again gathered.
now came together several things. For one mother had since she had dragged us into the bathroom on her robe taken no more and the other my sister was standing bare-chested in front of me. Now some might say, what is so stimulating to a 9-year-old then. And in most cases it will therefore be right. But my sister had to show their 9 years in fact, even small breasts. Yes, really small but clearly visible, as I noted with admiration and fascination.
But only until I turned to Mum again and I discovered that her robe had opened nearly complete. She seemed to be in a trance, but that was probably due to the consumption of alcohol. Especially with the speed in which it had the makings of what may have been always there, fell down. Gradually, the substance was probably in the blood.
any case, they made no effort in the kitchen, rake in the mantle again. The thrust of course, the little bee stings my sister, she looked so cute also. Later, with more experience in these things, I found out that Mom was able to demonstrate at least a cup size of 75C. This was a boy my age, the absolute Oberhammer! And just the sight of the dissolved as well. However, in my pants - the mom was just about to take off me.
mom was with my jeans just came up to my knees as Mariella already because of what I would have a hard on crowed. Yes, I did! And I was so embarrassed by what I was absorbed best in soil! But unfortunately that did not so much awaited hole under me.
Mama brushed me off all over the jeans and threw them into the laundry basket to the other items. I had almost hoped she would have - maybe because she was pretty drunk but - not yet. But then she looked at me. Her eyes wandered down to my lap, where I tried desperately to hide my erection behind my hands. Then back up until our eyes met again. I could not see her, of course, in the eyes and turned to the side.
you suddenly shouted something about "only her husband would cheat on her with a younger woman and then gets her son, also a hard on in front of her." She appeared again in the hate and anger phase of relapse before 5 minutes. My cheeks glowed, I was on the verge of turning around and to walk into my room. How come I did not do it? I have no idea.
Mama Maria grabbed by the shoulders. My sister squealed, because Mama probably fairly solid real grip. Mom mumbled something about whether Dad would only run away, because the other would be better in bed than they do. perhaps make because the matters, which they had not done? I had no idea what Mama was talking and was quite happy that she spoke to Maria. and of course, had even less idea of what Mama fantasized as to himself.
It continued with such statements, that men are pigs and could only think of one anyway. She spoke almost imploringly to my little sister one. Who did not know what happened to her and looked over at me for help. I simply could not avert my eyes from the breasts of my mother. When would I again get the chance to see them?
Mama was kneeling in front of Mario and spoke strongly to her. Maria nodded from time to time and also said "yes" or "no" just as Mom was expecting the answer. I could understand that my sister wanted nothing more than to that mom's attack would be over soon as possible.
painful expression on my sister, I realized that Mom too well with a time of solid packed. And then they asked if Maria is because could imagine that Dad just making out with another woman because his dick into his mouth and she had always refused to do so. Mariella got very red cheeks and looked to enter the ground. I would be gone in her place, too.
Mama Maria's shoulders shook. She seemed to really answer this question a bit strange (to us kids) to be expected. As if to confirm that they even asked again whether Mario could imagine. What I would have said at the time I was at the point of my sister? Probably with the "maybe", with Mariella finally answered. Of course without even a hint as to have a glimpse of what Mama had said.
Suddenly Mama's glance wandered from Mario to me. Down on me and then remained on the still-existing lump stuck in my pants. I only heard something like that would show this bitch already. Without a fight they would not give up her man! On her knees she crawled came over to me. Against the state would probably not work anymore. Startled, I realized that her hand came ever closer my pants. What did your mom do?
She looked at me and I could see the light veil, her eyes seemed to cloud the. She asked if I wanted to help her. Whether I would have preferred it if Dad takes off and would leave us. If they had to get a divorce. I was able to deny all of these questions, of course. What one should I already do. Except - that it may no longer fight.
Mama spoke suddenly very clear. Almost one noticed her the alcohol to no more. But only almost. For now it no longer, as she said it, but what she said was. It seems quite clear they told us - she looked back and forth between us while she was talking at us that Dad had always intended that she takes his cock, so his penis in his mouth. Most of all, until he comes. When our mom inquiring glances noticed she said that one the "come" is called. if a woman or a man have an orgasm. And would the man so connected to the ejaculation.
Mariella said suddenly that the man would do it then his semen into her mouth and not in the stomach in women. She was startled herself that she had said something like this and proposed a hand over her mouth. Unless it was still possible, their cheeks flushed a little more.
"Certainly makes the constantly with him," Mama muttering to himself. I hardly heard because I was too excited. Mama's hand was now on my thigh, just inches from my underwear away. I began to tremble and I could not help it. It increased the embarrassment all the more.
asked in her still very childish naivete Mariella suddenly, why would not you do the mother when the other is doing it and if the so Papa likes. Mom looked over to Maria and her look was at once very thoughtful.
"Yes, why really," she said then, as if to himself, "but is really nothing to it ..." she murmured. She squatted in front of me on the floor and I could not look away from her breasts hanging out of the robe now almost out. Of course it was me embarrassing Mama so stare, but I had probably instinctively recognized that they by the many alcohol not so really it was himself.
Were her nipples were just already so big? That would be me noticed determined. You must be grown! They were suddenly almost 2 inches long and one inch in diameter. So what I had previously not even seen in pictures. At least not consciously. But I had read somewhere that if nipples become larger, showing either that a woman freezes, or that she is excited.
I remember times when we were skiing in Austria last year and we returned in our hotel and Mom has taken off her thick sweater, because you could see under her T-shirt, the nipples quite clearly. Papa had as yet made any stupid saying, but I do not remember what. I just know that I have, as now, even then get a hard. But no one has noticed.
I made sure with a quick glance over to Mario. But her nipples were very tiny. I had no idea if it could be even bigger, but look cost nothing. Moreover, the sight was so bad then again, not now. Nothing against Mama's, which had just been real big breasts, but saw the cute with my sister already in and I resolved in my youthful excitement to ask her if I touch it maybe should. Of course, only if we're alone.
But then I was torn from my mind. To this day I do not know what it was, that has driven my mother to do that, but her hand was driving with a time of my pants. Directly over my hard and for a brief moment to explode, I had the feeling that I had. Masturbation I made quite a while now, but I'd never been there, been touched by another person. At least not consciously, not since I was at some time been a baby.
Mama's Hand went up to my belly and even then just from the top of my underpants. I still remember how Maria stood by and watched with open mouth what happened. I really do not know what drove the mother to do. Probably it was the alcohol and the anger at dad and the other woman. Probably because she has been told anything but the moment I was, frankly, not care! felt
alone, her fingers on my tail was then the head hammer. No idea why I have not come immediately. Probably I was too surprised. Or should I say, shocked? That's probably more. to see my mother in the neck while to get a hard on is still a different league than what happened next.
When Mama's fingers closed around my cock, I was already quite weak at the knees. Not only that it came as such a surprise - who knows my mother and I know what it is, so what you never thought possible. It is one of the women that rises perfectly with their budget and their family (even today), which certainly does not look bad and has always been to enhance their appearance, but it is not just to those they behind on the road looks. She dresses very discreet and the term "gray mouse" would probably do it wrong, but it is but precisely in this direction. More the housewife, sexy as the woman indicated.
If you saw or talked to her, it was not just the idea of associating it in any way related to sex. I also knew enough guys in my class or at our school, who talked often about what mothers because they are horny, and there were also some who watch their mothers move secretly in the shower or when. My mother knew her well, she was at every event in the school at the forefront, but in these talks, they just did not take place. The so far only for explanation and understanding. had
Mama a blank look very far into the distance as her hand closed tightly around my cock and with the other hand my pants pulled up to the knees down. From my little sister I only heard a timid "wow" behind me. But that did not bring mom to her senses. She put a hand on my butt and the other pushed her slowly back my foreskin. I closed my eyes and have determined I groaned while. I was trying desperately to focus me on something else, so I do not immediately come. Far away I had ever had. And that would have been most embarrassing!
suddenly became hot when it comes to my penis, I jumped back in alarm and opened his eyes. I had assumed they might have closed her hand so or so, but it was not her hand. Which held back my foreskin remains so that the glans was exposed. I was dizzy. My mom actually had my penis in the mouth. There was absolutely unbelievable. It was so warm and so wet and I felt her tongue, exactly where is it particularly sensitive. On the small ribbon below the glans. would
When my mind is out of my body, I watched as Mama's face was slowly getting closer to my stomach. Accordingly, always had more of my cock into her mouth go in, thought I am in so me. I suddenly felt that my sister was standing next to me. Our contact with bare arms themselves. She was apparently so fascinated by what was happening before their eyes that they no longer tried to hide her small breasts with her arms.
I do not know how far did my cock into mom's mouth into it, but I remember being tickled her nose for a moment on my stomach. Funny about what you are after such a long time still remembered. At what unimportant for small details. For example, that Maria's small breasts are sometimes short on my arm and rubbing that Mom is gathered up her robe.
Mama took head back and suddenly it was really cold on my tail. She muttered something about, it would not be as bad as they had thought and whoosh, my cock disappeared into her mouth. This time it was too much for me. Probably because they do not quite opened his mouth, but her lips to my shaft slid along. When her nose touched my belly again and Mariella another "wow" and "cool" gasped pulled everything together in me. It started in my testicles and then moved through my body up to my brain. When it got there and exploded, it seemed.
I could still just "Mom!" Moan and my butt with a Ruck pull back so that my cock straight from her mouth just as slipped and then it shot out of me. It was actually the first time that I really injected. If I made it myself, it was up to then had always been such that it was more swollen Sun out. Correct inject had never been, so I had the even more irritated. In the porn, who went with us in the class around, was always inject the issue. I was starting and had to fear something might be wrong with me.
This time it actually squirted out of me. Hardly that my penis was free, shot it against Mom's neck. I just did not go away in time and could not do anything. Especially since Mom's other hand was still on my butt. It was embarrassing to me even a little, Mama to stain it. I was just glad those days, just in time from her mouth came out to be. Today I see it, of course, very different (grin)!
Mama looked down at himself and suddenly got a totally terrified expression. She looked at me and ran her palm on my cheek. Then she jumped up, it would be almost tripped her robe and ran sobbing out loud. We heard how the door of mom's and dad's bedroom door was quite loud in the lock and how the key was turned around.
Mariella and I looked also at all embarrassed and then began to tell without something to pull us back. Mir was quite clear and Mariella probably instinctively that something had happened, which should not have happened. Mama spent the whole afternoon in her room. Mariella and I always went back out again and listened at the door. At some point we heard her on the phone with dad.
Papa came to us again in the evening it turned out well that he actually had to work evenings getting longer and that he had no money. Mom was probably pretty fast jealous and she had raised well in there. In any case, the dislocated between mom and Papa again. Today they are still married.
with Mom's stay a unique experience. I have - just for a few years ago - tried from time to time, to address the issue cautiously, but she never mentioned this. It is simply silenced. I am also sure, Dad does not know. By me in any case not.
With Mariella was quite different. She knocked two days after these events in the evening, our parents were not home at my door. First, she hemmed and rum, but then she dared it and asked me if I "him" it would still show times. Was to show off rather quickly touch it. Soon it even more. As Mario 12 and I almost 16, was the first time we slept together.
Today Mariella just turned 18 and I'm 22nd She has a friend for a year and I have been married for 6 months. Both her friend, and my wife know what was there between us (is). Of the matter with my mother my wife knows nothing. Not even from my desire to again and maybe even to make a right with my mom. Of these, only know Mariella. And she would like to be there again.
least we have a couple of times every 4 spent a weekend together. Against all doubt in the run we've got on very well and the next weekend is planned.
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