Can we assume that mom had sex with him if he licked between her legs and pressed his whole body against her?

[Str. Pancer]

The best day of summer.

Yesterday my mother and I went to the central beach. When we were already approaching the beach, a car stopped nearby, a fat, pot-bellied man with a square head, a head shorter than his mother, wearing stupid glasses, got out and said:
-Hello, would you like to go with us to another one instead of the central beach? the beach, there is a great clearing, the river is clean, there are no people. We’ve had kebabs, the guy will go for a boat ride. We will do everything in the best possible way.
Well, mom agreed. She doesn’t like it when there are a lot of people on the beach. Well, we got into the jeep and met them. This one was called Dimon, the second Seryoga, the third Vovan. They are as tall as their mother, but thinner. About 20 minutes later we arrived through the forest to a clearing, and there the beach can be said to be homemade. That is, it is cleared, you can swim, but there are no benches or changing rooms. Then two more cars arrived, also their friends. They set up barbecues there, set up a volleyball net, and turned on the music (chanson, songs from the 90s mostly). Then they inflated the boat and attached a motor to it. There were about 10 people, plus us. Then the slow starts began, at about 4 o’clock, when the heat subsided. And this Dimon began to cuddle up to his mother. That is, his stomach was directly leaning against her stomach. I even started to get jealous, but then my mother started dancing with others and this didn’t happen anymore. Then I got tired of lying and went for a swim. I swam for about 15 minutes, then came out and saw that my mother was not on the beach. I think what the hell. I asked two people, they said they didn’t know where she was. Well, I started looking. I walked along two paths that went from the beach in different directions. On one side there was another overgrown beach, and on the other there was a clearing behind the trees. And there mom was lying on a camping mat, and this Dimon was licking between her legs. I felt disgusted and went to the beach. They returned 10 minutes later. Then they started teaching me how to drive a boat with a motor, and I liked it. At first I rode with a man, then alone along the river further away I drove it at high speed. I like it. Then I returned, the men poured more gasoline into the engine, and this Dimon said to his mother: “Well, Tanyukha, let’s go and we’ll go for a ride.” Well, they got into the boat and also sailed away at high speed in one direction against the current. And we just started having a blast: we played volleyball, then water polo, or just swam, or sunbathed. We finished the remaining kebabs. Then mom and Dimon arrived, he finished a couple of kebabs, drank a liter or one and a half bottle of cola right away, and said:
-Okay, it’s time to call it a day.
Well, by the time we got ready and cleared away the trash, it was already getting dark. They drove us home.

[May be]

Can........................

[Serg_A]

The best day of summer.

Yesterday my mother and I went to the central beach. When we were already approaching the beach, a car stopped nearby, a fat, pot-bellied man with a square head, a head shorter than his mother, wearing stupid glasses, got out and said:
-Hello, would you like to go with us to another one instead of the central beach? the beach, there is a great clearing, the river is clean, there are no people. We’ve had kebabs, the guy will go for a boat ride. We will do everything in the best possible way.
Well, mom agreed. She doesn’t like it when there are a lot of people on the beach. Well, we got into the jeep and met them. This one was called Dimon, the second Seryoga, the third Vovan. They are as tall as their mother, but thinner. About 20 minutes later we arrived through the forest to a clearing, and there the beach can be said to be homemade. That is, it is cleared, you can swim, but there are no benches or changing rooms. Then two more cars arrived, also their friends. They set up barbecues there, set up a volleyball net, and turned on the music (chanson, songs from the 90s mostly). Then they inflated the boat and attached a motor to it. There were about 10 people, plus us. Then the slow starts began, at about 4 o’clock, when the heat subsided. And this Dimon began to cuddle up to his mother. That is, his stomach was directly leaning against her stomach. I even started to get jealous, but then my mother started dancing with others and this didn’t happen anymore. Then I got tired of lying and went for a swim. I swam for about 15 minutes, then came out and saw that my mother was not on the beach. I think what the hell. I asked two people, they said they didn’t know where she was. Well, I started looking. I walked along two paths that went from the beach in different directions. On one side there was another overgrown beach, and on the other there was a clearing behind the trees. And there mom was lying on a camping mat, and this Dimon was licking between her legs. I felt disgusted and went to the beach. They returned 10 minutes later. Then they started teaching me how to drive a boat with a motor, and I liked it. At first I rode with a man, then alone along the river further away I drove it at high speed. I like it. Then I returned, the men poured more gasoline into the engine, and this Dimon said to his mother: “Well, Tanyukha, let’s go and we’ll go for a ride.” Well, they got into the boat and also sailed away at high speed in one direction against the current. And we just started having a blast: we played volleyball, then water polo, or just swam, or sunbathed. We finished the remaining kebabs. Then mom and Dimon arrived, he finished a couple of kebabs, drank a liter or one and a half bottle of cola right away, and said:
-Okay, it’s time to call it a day.
Well, by the time we got ready and cleared away the trash, it was already getting dark. They gave us a ride home.

I don’t understand one thing: a stranger offered to have fun, and they accepted and agreed.

[Cuckold!!!]

The best day of summer.

Yesterday my mother and I went to the central beach. When we were already approaching the beach, a car stopped nearby, a fat, pot-bellied man with a square head, a head shorter than his mother, wearing stupid glasses, got out and said:
-Hello, would you like to go with us to another one instead of the central beach? the beach, there is a great clearing, the river is clean, there are no people. We’ve had kebabs, the guy will go for a boat ride. We will do everything in the best possible way.
Well, mom agreed. She doesn’t like it when there are a lot of people on the beach. Well, we got into the jeep and met them. This one was called Dimon, the second Seryoga, the third Vovan. They are as tall as their mother, but thinner. About 20 minutes later we arrived through the forest to a clearing, and there the beach can be said to be homemade. That is, it is cleared, you can swim, but there are no benches or changing rooms. Then two more cars arrived, also their friends. They set up barbecues there, set up a volleyball net, and turned on the music (chanson, songs from the 90s mostly). Then they inflated the boat and attached a motor to it. There were about 10 people, plus us. Then the slow starts began, at about 4 o’clock, when the heat subsided. And this Dimon began to cuddle up to his mother. That is, his stomach was directly leaning against her stomach. I even started to get jealous, but then my mother started dancing with others and this didn’t happen anymore. Then I got tired of lying and went for a swim. I swam for about 15 minutes, then came out and saw that my mother was not on the beach. I think what the hell. I asked two people, they said they didn’t know where she was. Well, I started looking. I walked along two paths that went from the beach in different directions. On one side there was another overgrown beach, and on the other there was a clearing behind the trees. And there mom was lying on a camping mat, and this Dimon was licking between her legs. I felt disgusted and went to the beach. They returned 10 minutes later. Then they started teaching me how to drive a boat with a motor, and I liked it. At first I rode with a man, then alone along the river further away I drove it at high speed. I like it. Then I returned, the men poured more gasoline into the engine, and this Dimon said to his mother: “Well, Tanyukha, let’s go and we’ll go for a ride.” Well, they got into the boat and also sailed away at high speed in one direction against the current. And we just started having a blast: we played volleyball, then water polo, or just swam, or sunbathed. We finished the remaining kebabs. Then mom and Dimon arrived, he finished a couple of kebabs, drank a liter or one and a half bottle of cola right away, and said:
-Okay, it’s time to call it a day.
Well, by the time we got ready and cleared away the trash, it was already getting dark. They gave us a ride home.

A dreamer boy.

[evgeny25]

fantasies of sperm toxicosis)

[vox]

Str.Pancer, oral sex is also sex

[Nickname]

Can. Consider it to be sex.

[AlexTDV]

The funny thing is that this is written by some 40 year old man with spermatotoxicosis))