Five Mums Ch. 12 - Night of Discovery

The weekend came and went and as all our fathers were home, we didn't get up to many 'Shenanigans'. But Monday and we all went to school.

My mind was full of thoughts. What was going to happen to all of us? Could I avoid my 'new best friend'? Did I want to avoid her?

The first two periods passed like a blur. I was mentally somewhere else. I daydreamed a lot. I dreamt I was a jedi, then a medieval knight, Then I dreamt of mum and her red pussy, then Yana.

Then in second period which was history but not taught by Penny. Some boring old dude Mr. Finnigan. Old as the homes he was made us watch a documentary about World War 2, it was about the war but seen from different perspectives. This episode was about the eastern front. But before the episode began, we had to the class what our relatives had done during the war. This was difficult for me; my grandfather had run the local black market. So, I just made something up.

The episode started with a young red army soldier going off to fight, his young wife who in all the best films about war is always beautiful and innocent. Such drivel I thought.

But the wife's name was Yana. Then I started zoning out again. Only they all started merging. I was a Cossack saving Yana from rampaging nazis, and she fucked my brains out as a thank you.

I saw Yana at morning tea, well to be correct she saw me. As I was trying to avoid her.

I was seated with Andrew, and she came into the common room on patrol duty and waved to me.

"Ah Christ, she's bloody seen us." Andrew swore.

Yana approached us in her usual physical education 'uniform' of grey t shirt, navy trackpants and white sneakers.

She stood over us and said, "Hello boys, how is the morning going?" touching my forearm as she said it.

"Okay I suppose." I answered. It was good until you showed up." Andrew sarcastically said.

I knew he and Yana didn't really gel, but I didn't know the depths of his dislike for her. His voice made no attempt to hide it.

She laughed and said." Well, I'll see you two young men later then."

Andrew laughed, "Yes you will." I said.

"So, any plans for Penny today?" I asked Andrew.

"Of course." Andrew said. "You have any plans for the Czarina?" Andrew asked me.

"Ah yes and no, my loins have plenty of plans, but my heart and head have none." I answered.

"Yes, I've noticed the princess has a spring in her step lately, it that down to you and your personality? Or that horse cock you have dangling down your inside leg?" Andrew playfully asked.

"Well according to my mother, the former." I answered.

"Wonderful." Andrew replied.

"Hey Andy, can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Yeah, go ahead." He answered.

"Can I ask where this hatred for Yana comes from?" I enquired.

"What are you, my therapist? Ah but I'll tell you. " Andrew answered.

"Well, I suppose it al comes from the fact that I blame her for my mum dying." He said.

"How? Didn't Yana come out from Russia, after she was buried?" I asked.

"yes, but she got killed when that truck hit her picking me up. And dad always picked me up and took me to his work and then back to her place after school. But because he was in Russia chasing pussy, he wasn't there so she had to do it. And then he took so long to get hold of everything I had to arrange the funeral and everything. And then she came and at first, she was trying to be like a big sister to me and then a mum. And then a strict step mum, almost like the ones you get in fairytales. And then on top of that, Dad was going to buy me a car, but he paid to get her chest done. You know if he could have married someone his own age and, in this country, mum would probably still be alive. I don't know." Andrew explained.

I could now see why he had so much hatred mis placed or otherwise for Yana. A lot was down to timing, but somehow, he didn't see it that way.

"Ah now I see. But since we've been doing this whole 'arrangement' thing, have you wanted to pull Yana's name out? Admit it." I said.

"Hmm, well she does have a good body. I don't fancy the tits I prefer the natural look and feel. And I know you and Tommy cant indulge in the pleasures of our mothers like us three can. And Yana can suck like a vacuum cleaner, as I'm sure you can agree to. " Andrew answered. Oh, if only you knew I thought.

"So, is that a yes or a, no?" I probed.

"Yes, and a no. I would say yes but not in the way you think. I don't want to fuck her, But want to maybe humiliate her." Andrew answered.

"Hmm." I murmured.

"hey Dr Freud, You owe me a favor." Andrew interjected. "I do?" I innocently answered.

Yes, remember a couple of weeks back, your mum came over and I was going to try to get Yana and her together. Well, I still want that, remember how Yana jumped Grace the first night? But I have a different scenario for her now. I've used dad's credit card to but certain 'Equipment' I want to use on Yana. It needs setting up in the Garage. But I have to force her to do it after it's done. Or. Or. You can 'loan her out this week. Might also get her to stop dreaming and singing about you too." Andrew explained.

"Yes, I remember that favor and do remember Yana jumping on Grace that first night too. " I said.

"Good." Said Andrew.

"So, is this your bondage fantasy?" I asked. "Maybe." Andrew answered.

"So are you going to loan her out to me, I need a few days to set up the gear." Andrew said.

I thought it quickly over. "Oh, all right. But" I said.

"But what, I'm not going to fuck her." Andrew snapped.

"If you let me finish, I was going to say no marks on her." I replied.

"Done." Andrew said. And then we both got up as the bell rang.

On the way to class, I ran into my mum. " Hi mum." I said as no one was around.

"Hi Jay." She replied. "Can I have a quick word?" I asked her.

"Go ahead." She answered.

"You know how you are enjoying our 'thing' and you enjoyed doing our thing last week with Penny." I said.

"Yes?" she answered.

"Well, if I got Yana over tonight while Dad's at work, would you like to repeat it? Only with Yana instead of Penny." I enquired.

"So, you want to F*** me in front of Yana at the same time as her?" She asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Might jolt her out of this infatuation but we'll have to make sure she is able to maintain her silence. Hmm I'm keen I want to F*** you anytime. You are so much better than your father. But I have a peer review with her just before lunch. So let me sound her out. I'll see you at lunch ok." Mum answered.

And then we went our own ways. It wasn't a yes or a no it was a maybe, possibly.

The day progressed and at Lunchtime mum came and found me.

"Word please?" she said in front of some others.

We went to a quiet corner.

"Yes?" I said.

"Well, I spoke to Yana, and, and, well she is keen. Apparently, the whole I think doesn't bother her. So, she's going to come over and you can do both,ok? All six holes." Mum said the excitement in her voice barely able to be concealed.

"That is fantastic." I said.

Mum lingered. "Hmm." I murmured. "Yes?" she asked.

"Oh, just something on my mind." I answered.

"Let me guess?" Mum said.

"Well yes and no." I answered. "What?" mum asked. "Could you do me a favor?" I said.

"Depends on what it is. If it's to give you the answers for the science test it's a no, If it's to sneak into the teachers bathroom for a quickie, it's a yes." Mum said.

"Well, that was unexpected and yes I'll take you up on that offer, but could you stop by the adult shop on the way home and get something?" I said.

"Something fun?" mum answered.

"Definitely, call in and pick up the biggest strap on they have. I want to see you use it on Yana." I said.

She giggled." Of course, now come with me the bathroom is free, it only fits one at a time. So, we can use it, but we have to be quick and quiet, okay?" Mum said.

She went over to the door of the teacher's bathroom. And knocked on it just in case. No answer came so she opened it, peered inside and then turned. She looked around making sure no one could see and then ushered me in, before quickly coming in behind me and shutting the door. She locked it behind us.

The teacher's bathroom was unisex. It had a bath bench with a large mirror above it, A hand dryer a urinal and a cubicle. The cubicle was bigger than the normal cubicle's found in most public toilets but not quite as big as a disabled cubicle.

I stood in the middle of the room. Mum approached me.

She was wearing a green satin blouse because as she said 'Green is a good color for redheads. A black skirt, and black heels. She was also wearing pearl earrings and a necklace. Pearls were her birthstone as they were mine. So, she quite often wore them. Her wedding band glinted in the light. Her red hair was down cascading over her shoulders she had a devilish look on her face.

As she approached me, she undid her buttons on the blouse. Reached inside the open blouse and pulled her bra cups down under her boobs. She didn't take either of them off because as she said it was a "quickie.' Her bra was just a normal plain white, not too exciting. But what they held was a different matter. Her nipples were already firm and erect.

I was thinking 'Jesus doesn't dad ever give it to her, she is always horny. So horny in fact she has to fuck her own son in the toilet at work.' But of course, I didn't mind.

She gestured to me to drop my pants. I dropped both my pants and my boxer's in one push. My firm, hard cock knowing what was coming stood out for all to see.

Ass he got closer she reached her hand and started feeling it."Hmm nice and hard. Do I have to ask who you're thinking of to get like this?" she coyly asked.

"Ah have a guess." I answered. She played with my cock while she stood in front of me. She leaned in and gave me a big deep tongue kiss. Then pulled back.

"Yana." She asked.

"No." I said.

"Grace? you like Grace." She said.

"no. Now third and final guess." I said.

"Could I have a clue?" she asked.

"She has red hair." I said.

"Me?" She answered.

"Yes, and get down there and give one of those awesome blowjobs." I said.

She leaned in and kissed me again. "Yay, I will but not too long as I want you inside me." She said and hiked her skirt up to her waist. She showed the wet patch on her panties before sliding them down and off. Her ginger pubes were glistening.

But she dutifully squatted down in front of me and proceeded to suck me off.

As usual my hand went down and held her head to my crotch.

I leaned back against the wall pulling her with me. She sucked me furiously for about 5 minutes and then said "Your turn studly, ten minutes before lunch ends and I want two positions.

"Ok, get up on the bench and we can do it semi missionary." I said.

She stood up and then sat on the edge of the bench, her head resting on the mirror. I stood in front of her and aimed my throbbing member at her pussy. I fucked her hard and fast. She reached down and held my head in her hand as I did.

After another five minutes I pulled out ,kissed her, and said." Doggy style in the cubicle." She got off the bench and walked into the open cubicle.

I positioned her so her head was over the toilet bowl. She was uneasy.

"Just relax and enjoy it." I said.

I knelt behind her and again fucked her hard and fast. I reached forward and pressed on the back of her head. It inched closer into the bowl. She pushed back. "No, not in the bowl. I can't have wet hair." She defiantly said.

I reached down and rubbed her pussy hair. My hand came up soaked. "Bit late for that isn't it?" I joked before putting my juice-soaked hand into her mouth.

"You know what I mean and hurry and fuck me, I'm close to cumming." She said.

I went back to fucking her, She came followed seconds after by me. I filled her womanly hole with my cum. It was unlike me to cum so quickly. But given the circumstances that I was fucking my own mother in a public toilet it could be seen as understandable.

I pulled back and quickly pulled my pants up. She crawled back a bit, stood up and pulled her skirt down to where it was previously. She put her boobs back in their cups and started to do her blouse up again. "Thank you studly now you better make tracks." She said kissing me again. She did the few remaining buttons on her blouse, tucked it into her skirt and then unlocked the door and looked outside.

"Clear." She said gesturing me forward. I bolted out of the doorway.

"So, when is you know who coming?" I asked. "Straight after school." was the reply.

Good I'll see you then don't forget the thing." I said and then took off.

We both went on our way to our various destinations.

The remaining two periods passed in a blur. All I could think of was two things. One the fact I had just had a brutal quickie with my mother in the bathroom. Two, What I anticipated doing with both her and Yana after school. When final period came, I had Mrs. Whitelaw, she very politely went about her teaching tasks. I kept feigning a cough knowing that of the teachers I would have the best chance of pulling a sickie with her.

I kept coughing a deep chesty cough, in the end she asked if I was all right. I said yes and then no.

She asked what was wrong with me and I said. "The Russian cold." "The Russian cold what on earth is that?" Mrs. Whitelaw asked.

"Well, you know that my Dad's a doc." I said.

"Yes." She answered. "Well, the Russian cold is what they call a bacterial infection that sits in the upper respiratory tract and give's you a chesty cough. Hence the name." I said in between coughing.

"Oh, but why is it called Russian cold?" she asked.

"Say chesty cough fast. It sounds like a Russian surname." I said.

"Oh yes, very good, well looking at the time it would be pointless to send you to the sickbay. So, you might as well just pack up and go." She said.

"Th.Tha.Thank you Mrs. Whitelaw." I stammered.

I didn't need to be told twice. I threw my gear in my bag and very deliberately walked to the door and out the door. As soon as I was out, I tore away at speed.

I quickly made my way home. I looked at the clock. 3:40Pm just ten minutes after school got out. School took about ten to fifteen minutes to drive home from. But mum had to stop and get the strap on, and it was a ten-minute detour each way . So, I didn't expect her for at least another half an hour.

When Yana would get here, I had no idea. I had no idea how she drove at all.

I thought I'll just have a quick shower to 'freshen up.' I quickly turned the water on and stripped off as it got up to temperature and then I got in and lathered up, Starting with my chest and arms then my 'gentleman's pieces.' Then my legs. Then my 'gentleman's pieces' again.

I was halfway through when I heard someone knock on the door.

Who the hell could be? I thought. It wouldn't be mum because she could open the door with the key.

I stopped the water and reached for a towel. Whoever it was knocked again.

"Yeah, keep your hair on. I'm coming." I yelled out.

I quickly made for the front door. It was a courier with a package next door. I told her where it was and then shut the door. I was still half naked and soapy. I got back to the bathroom, started the water again and took the towel off. And then there was another knock on the door, a different one.

I ignored it, thinking it better not be that damn courier. They knocked again. I ignored it again. And then they knocked a third time.

"Keep your hair on, I'm coming." I yelled. The knocking stopped.

I walked back to the door. Reached out and opened it.

Standing at the door was a certain blonde Russian. And it was only 3:50 on the clock.

"Why hello Yana." I said.

She was standing at the door in her usual school attire. Grey T shirt blue track pants and white shoes. She had one of those suit bags in her hand hanging behind one shoulder.

"Hello, What you mean, keep my hair on? You think I wear a wig? Yana said as she let herself in.

"No, no not at all, it's just an English saying. Meaning be patient, wait a moment." I explained.

"Oh, is funny." Yana said with a giggle.

"Yes, I was just having a shower and I didn't expect you so early." I said.

"Not matter, I am here now. I want you my prince, I want you my malysh, my vozlyublennyy, my baby, my lover. You fill my heart with great affection. I love you for it." She said. And then threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a deep romantic kiss on my lips.

" I want you; I want you in all my holes, all the time, you are my krasavchik." She huskily whispered into my ear.

"Yana?" I said trying almost in vain to tear myself out of her clutches.

"Yes Darlink?" she said and then ran her tongue down my neck.

"Front door." I said.

"Oh yes, silly me." She said and reached behind her and pushed it shut.

"Yana what did I say about speaking your mother tongue?" I said.

"Oops sorry." She said and gripped my hand and dragged me into the dining room.

AS we got in the dining room, she pulled the towel away from me leaving me naked.

And then she half pushed me into a chair.

She then placed the suit bag on the chair next to me.

"Now my shpil'ka . You wait there I have a present for you. And I can see you have a present for me too." She said as she ran her hand over my hardening cock.

"Will I like it?" I asked.

"Da, I think you will. But it's a surprise, so no peeking." She answered as she threw the towel over my head. Then I could hear her reach for the suit bag next to me. She quickly unzipped it and then it all went quiet.

She was humming as she did what she did.

" Are you ready, shpil'ka?" she asked.

" Yes, but what did you call me what does it mean?" I asked.

"it means 'stud'. You are my stud and are you going to fuck me roughly like a worthless whore, or nice and gentle like a lover?" she said.

"Either/or." I answered.

She took the towel off with one swift pull, it landed on the floor next to me. And then took a couple of steps back, so I could see her.

She had changed clothes her uniform of t shirt and track pants had been discarded and it lay on the floor in a heap. In it's place she was wearing another uniform.

I don't now why but she was wearing of all things a Red Army uniform.

It consisted of a long sleeve shirt with a baggy mandarin collar. With six buttons down the front, a pocket on each breast, A straight cut skirt that finished just above the knees, and a side cap on her head the side cap had a red star in the middle of the front. They were all in a light olive-green colour. A black leather belt wrapped around the waist and black leather boots that finished just short of the knees finished it off.

I looked at it, half confused half turned on by it.

"You like? Da." Yana said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It is red army uniform everyone wears them in May particularly on May the 9^th for victory day.

You mama said you like girl in uniform and Grace mention that you like the ethnic dress. So, I find this in wardrobe for you. I was going to try a sarafin which is Russian nation costume but it too bulky and awkward to carry around. So, I bring this it uniform and national." Yana stated.

"Well, Well I'm touched. I must admit that I really am." I said.

I also had a half thought can she read my mind. Isn't this what I thinking of in History with Mr Finnigan?

But realising that Yana wasn't a telepath I just sat back and enjoyed it.

She reached into one of the pockets.

of the shirt and pulled out her phone and placed it on the bench and pressed it, music started playing,

" A Russian song Katyusha, it has a good rhythm and beat to it, Da?" Yana said.

As it played, she started dancing to it. I thought she was going to strip. But it wasn't a strip tease. The dance consisted of her walking up and down, swinging her hips, undoing half the buttons, teasing with a glimpse of her bra. Turning her back to me, bending forward and hiking her skirt up and showing me her panties.