granny masturbate hidden cam But now, as it turned out, she was not living in a dorm, but nearby in a metal trailer wagon.
The hostess asked her mother for help in keeping some documentation there, and in return gave her free use of this housing.
By and large it was difficult to call it a trailer, t.
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He was a small booth.
From the inside, he reminded me of something like a bath.
His entrance was located at the end.
At the entrance, on the left side there was a small cabinet with dishes, and on the right side a cupboard a little more for clothes.
All this color was placed in the literal sense of the word on two square meters.
The rest of the carriage occupied the bed.
Well, like a bed, rather a wide bunk at a height of about a meter from the floor, surrounded on three sides by the walls of the trailer, which can only be reached from the head of the bed (which was just in the direction of the exit) from a special step.

All this design in the “best Russian traditions” was knocked together from boards.
By the way, the whole trailer was covered with boards from the inside, so as I said it all reminded me of a bath, and the bed was like a sun bed in the steam room.
But in general, despite such a small room and so Spartan conditions, mother, in her own way, as a woman, was able to create some kind of comfort in it.
In one corner of the bed, a small TV hung in the legs under the ceiling, in the other there was a shelf with all kinds of cosmetics, creams and jewelry (mom likes to look good and always looks after herself).
For myself, I noted at that moment that we would have to sleep in one bed, there were no other options.
So while mom was giving me a “tour” of her apartment, I noticed that her tongue was slightly underwhelmed, she was a little drunk. teen webcam homemade
When I asked what they said, it turned out that one of her colleagues has a birthday today and they celebrate.

Mom quickly prepared for me dinner, and she went on with her friends to rest.
After dinner, I settled into an improvised bed and turned on the TV set, and from fatigue and constant lack of sleep at work, I immediately passed out.
I woke up from the fact that the door of the trailer opened and my mother came in.
I have no idea how much time it was, but it was already deep night.
By the time my mother tripped over the threshold and dropped the pan from the cabinet at the entrance, I realized that my mother had gone over a little.
But when I listened for about twenty minutes as she tried to undress and put on a night gown, periodically sticking between the door and the closet, I realized that she was practically none.
After she still “won” the robe, I realized that she could hardly climb onto the bed by herself.
I offered her my help.
From the slurred words she uttered, I could only make out “Thank you.”
She climbed onto the step in front of the bed, I took her hand and practically dragged her to the backside.

She immediately relaxed and wanted to fall asleep, but she still had to turn in the opposite direction with her head on the pillow, which I, not without effort, did.
After the next “Thank you,” my mother passed out.
I covered her with a blanket, turned off the TV set, undressed and also climbed under the covers.
I fell asleep too quickly.
When I didn’t understand what had happened, I lay on my back lying on my back and saw a mother lying on her side facing me and snoring a little, and her hand was on my underpants.
Apparently in a dream, she turned awkwardly and threw her hand to the side.
And then, to my great surprise, I realized that I had a strut.
Probably affected the weekly absence of sex, as well as another week to come without him.
Having tried to drive away my left thoughts from myself, I wanted to try to fall asleep again, but I don’t know why my mother’s hand was not taken off.

The warmth and heaviness of my mother’s hand did not give me rest, the member swelled like a cudgel.
Involuntarily, I began to strain the muscles of the penis, in order to somehow relax from the testicles that moan already.
In time with the muscles, I began to gently move my hips towards my mother’s hand.
And the longer I did it, the more strongly I wanted it.
I had never before considered my mother as an object of sexual desire, although I had seen my mother change clothes in front of me or wash in the bathroom before the army as a child (we had a combined bathroom).
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