Deniska immediately liked the local surroundings. A brick path led from the gate to the house. It wasn't wide, but it was wide enough for two people to pass each other. There was a bench on the left, then a well and another bench. There was a barrel next to the well. Fruit trees grew in a row behind the well. Further on, the path turned right and ended at the porch. The porch was covered. Vera turned behind the porch, crouched down, reached out, and pulled out the key.
Country house: https://youtube.com/shorts/VspxNlneKdM
The door opened easily. They immediately found themselves in a dark hallway with two doors and a staircase leading to the attic. The door on the right led into the house itself, and the door on the left, Vera said, led to a workshop and a utility room. They entered the house. There was a large stove on the left. You could sleep on the stove. The room itself was large. There was a table, a wardrobe, a bed, two nightstands, and a TV. Behind the stove, there was a passageway, and behind it, there was another room. It was probably intended for drying clothes. From this room, there was a door to the shower. Vera explained that in the summer, water was supplied to the shower from a tank outside. The water was pumped there from a well at the push of a button. In winter, a different tank was used, but that still needed to be figured out. In front of the house was a green lawn, and closer to the fence was a flower garden. Trees grew near the fence itself.
Everyone followed Vera and looked around the property. Deniska chose a convenient moment and asked.
-Mom, where are the facilities? I need to go.
-Come on.
Vera led him around the corner of the shed and down the path.
-Over there.
Walking along the path, Deniska looked around. He really liked it here. The pleasant scent of flowers tickled his nose, and the buzzing of bees and singing of birds complemented the harmony and beauty of nature. Everything here was unusual for him. "How simple life is for people in villages," thought Deniska. On the way back, he listened quietly and went into the house. There was no one inside, so he went outside. "Wow, the flowers smell so good." Walking along the path, he saw his mother and Ira. Deniska froze in surprise and admiration. They had taken off their dresses and were wandering around the yard in their swimsuits. They blended perfectly with the summer atmosphere of the garden, creating a picturesque image of natural grace and elegance. Their white skin was brightly lit by the sun's rays, emphasizing the naturalness and beauty of their bodies. Vera's hair fluttered lightly in the wind, adding playfulness and dynamism to her appearance. She walked along the path with a bouquet of freshly picked flowers. Ira often sat down among the flowers, stroking them with her hand and admiring their beauty. Their faces wore relaxed smiles, as if reflecting their inner light and joy of life. In their eyes, one could see the sparkle of happiness and satisfaction, from the sincere enjoyment of this moment of contact with nature and its beauty. Deniska admired their spontaneity and the perfection of their figures.
-They look very beautiful. Don't they pinch you?
-Not at all. It's my first time wearing them. As soon as I saw them, I liked them right away.
-Verchik, where are you going to walk in them here?
-Right here on the path. I'm breaking them in, and in the fall I'll wear them to work.
First tan in the sun. Ira and Vera in front of the cottage:
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Deniska noticed that his mother was wearing new sandals, and she and Ira were discussing the purchase. The sandals had high heels, and they made his mother look taller than she really was. They saw Deniska and turned to him.
-Take off your clothes, son, and come join us. Let's sunbathe.
-Yes, I'll be right there.
Deniska ran into the house and only then noticed his mother and Ira's dresses on a chair. He took off his clothes and went outside in his underwear. There was a shed on the left side of the house. Hay was stored upstairs in the shed. At one time, domestic animals were kept there. The entrance to it was from the second gate in the fence. This part of the yard was fenced off from the yard of the house. Grass and flowers covered the entire area. Behind the shed and the house, the plot continued, where there was a vegetable garden and an old bathhouse, which was accessed by a brick path. Birds were singing everywhere. There were many of them. They sang and sang and sang.
-This is the house. This is the cottage. What do you think?
Vera looked at Ira and Deniska.
-Prostokvashino. It's very beautiful and picturesque.
-Mom, I really like it.
They set about making themselves comfortable. First of all, they turned on the refrigerator. They put out the food. They changed their clothes. Vera and Ira decided how best to settle in. Deniska ran out into the street. It was his first time at a dacha outside the city. Kuzmich said their second home was near the forest. He didn't see any other houses. Everything was green.
-Deniska, where are you? At least have some tea. You didn't eat anything this morning.
He returned to the house. Mom and Ira decided to go straight to Kuzmich. Ira decided to ask him to check the stoves, clean the chimneys and exhaust fans if necessary, and show them how to use the shower. Ira offered to give him two old metal beds with mosquito nets and asked him to make three simple beds out of logs.
They decided to sleep in one large room. Ira found an old Zinger sewing machine. It was in working order. She offered to sew the mattresses herself and stuff them with hay from the barn attic. Ira and her mother went to Kuzmich. Deniska climbed the stairs. There was nothing special in the attic of the house. It was not equipped. There was a chimney on the ceiling, a pipe, and that was all. Soon Kuzmich arrived with his mother and Ira. He checked the stove hood, took measurements for the beds, and connected the tank to the shower. They immediately turned on the pump and filled the tank to the top. Let the water warm up in the sun. They also decided on the payment. Kuzmich said he would "do his best" and was pleased, stroking his beard. They took the old beds out of the house and helped load them onto the cart. Kuzmich promised to bring chalk for whitewashing the stove next time.
They spent the whole day cleaning and rearranging. There was a lot of dust in the house, and they sneezed constantly. Finally, everything was clean. They looked at each other and laughed, as their faces were smeared from wiping away the dust. They made a list of what they needed to buy at the hardware store.
Deniska figured out the lighting. Light bulbs in the chandelier and one table lamp near the sewing machine. He saw drawings of a simple lamp made of wooden boards in the magazine "Technique of young people" He saw light bulb sockets in the attic. He went to the utility room. Everything here had been preserved since Grandma Polina's husband was alive. Tools on the wall. A workbench. He even found some wire. He set to work on the lamps. His mother peeked in.
-Son, can you help us?
-Yes, of course, what do you need?
-We need to get everything ready for the night. We'll be sleeping in the attic for a few days until Kuzmich brings the beds. We'll sew mattresses during those days.
Deniska took a flashlight. They all went to the barn. The ladder was leaning against the attic door. Deniska shone the flashlight around. There was no switch on the wall.
-There's no light in the barn. It hasn't been wired. Shine the light for us.
Deniska directed the beam of the flashlight at the ladder. The ladder was made of solid wood. The rungs were wide apart. Mom climbed up first. She was wearing a light summer dress. Her white panties were visible from below. "Nice flashlight," Deniska thought. It shines brightly. Ira started climbing the stairs right after her mom. Ira was wearing a sundress. Her beautiful white legs were visible from below. Looking up, he felt uncomfortable. It seemed like he was peeping. Without hesitation, he followed them upstairs. The attic was completely filled with hay. It was hot in there. The sun was heating the roof. The warm air was concentrated and did not circulate. His mother opened the door leading to the street. It became easier to breathe.
Mom and Ira decided where they would sleep and where they would keep their clothes. They decided to put a bucket in the corner so they wouldn't have to go outside to the toilet at night. When they had prepared the sleeping area, it turned out to be luxurious and spacious. Ira suggested covering it first with a thick blanket and then with a sheet on top so that the hay wouldn't prick them. They decided to cover themselves with sheets. The nights were warm. Just in case, they put down one blanket. They did everything in an hour.
Time flew by unnoticed. They sat down to dinner. In fact, it was their breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They found greens for a salad in the garden—young garlic and parsley. They enjoyed preparing the meal and eating it. They used gas from a cylinder in the cabin. They boiled water for tea on the stove. They made tea from herbs, cherry leaves, currants, and raspberries. Deniska sat after tea, his eyes drooping.
-Son, here's a towel. Go take a shower.
She whispered in his ear, "Don't forget to wash everything there, keep it clean. Do you understand me?"
-Mom, yes. I understand everything.
When he came out, his mother and Ira had already cleaned up and washed the dishes.
-How was the water?
-Warm and pleasant.
His mother walked him to the stairs. She shone a flashlight for him. Deniska quickly climbed upstairs.
-Denisa, I'm going to take a shower now. I'll wash our dusty clothes. Everything will be dry by morning. Take off your sneakers, T-shirt, and underwear.
-What will I sleep in?
-You can cover yourself with a blanket. Tomorrow I'll wake up before you and put a clean, dry one at the head of your bed.
-Okay, here you go. Where should I lie down?
-Lie down wherever you feel comfortable.
Mom left. It was dark outside. It was around ten o'clock. He made himself comfortable. He covered himself and fell asleep. Vera and Ira were also tired after a long day. It was unusual. In the city, they didn't have to be on their feet as much. But here, they had to be on the go all the time. After showering, they dried their hair with towels while sitting on a bench.
-Ira, I can barely walk. I'll come in and just collapse wherever I can.
-I'm tired too. Verchik, where can we hang our clothes?" "Let's take this rope and hang them in the hayloft. It's warm there. And it won't get in the way.
-Yes, you're right. I didn't think of that. We won't spend a long time looking for a place to hang them outside. It's right there upstairs.
They turned off the lights, closed the doors, and went up to the hayloft. Entering the barn, Vera shone her flashlight around. A ladder, hay, some old wooden boxes. Ira climbed up the ladder. Halfway up, she turned to Vera.
-Give me the bowl with the laundry and the rope.
-Here you go.
Ira climbed the ladder to the very top. She raised her arms and put the bowl aside. From below, it was clear that Ira was wearing nothing under her robe. Vera was also without underwear. She climbed up after her and shone the light around. They found a convenient place, pulled the rope tight, and hung up their clothes. They undressed and approached the sleeping area. It was very bright here. The full moon illuminated the sleeping area through the upper window of the attic. Vera turned off the flashlight and put it aside.
Deniska was sleeping almost in the middle. It was warm. Vera didn't cover him, it would be too hot. They decided to lie down on either side, with Deniska in the middle. They lay down, trying not to make any noise. They covered themselves with sheets.
-Oh, that's nice. It's been a long day. Good night.
-Good night.
They didn't feel like talking. They were tired. The soft and pliable surface of the hay accepted their bodies, embracing them and giving them a feeling of weightlessness. The moment of complete fusion with the cozy atmosphere of a country vacation had arrived. Absolute silence was broken only by the chirping of grasshoppers around them. Occasionally, they heard the slight rustling of leaves. Sometimes, somewhere far away, they could hear the hooting of an owl. The scent of hay peacefully penetrated every cell of their bodies and completely disconnected them from the hustle and bustle of the city. They fell into a deep sleep.
Deniska was already asleep too. He didn't hear his mother and Ira settle down next to him. During the night, for no reason, he felt excited in his sleep. This had been happening more and more often lately. He hadn't paid any attention to it before, but now, after talking to Ira, he realized that his sexual chakra had been activated. In order not to lose its energy, he opened the head of his fighter and continued sleeping. He carefully adjusted the sheet and turned onto his left side. The head was very sensitive when it touched the sheet. He curled up into a ball. Settling down to sleep, he buried his head in the soft fabric. "Is Mom asleep? What about Ira? So maybe it's Ira? They agreed to sleep together temporarily until they made beds. I hope I don't wake anyone up."
The strong smell of hay prevented him from recognizing his mother's familiar scent. He wanted to quietly move away, but at that moment, someone behind him turned toward him and hugged him, pressing him close with one arm and pushing him forward slightly with the other. He buried his nose and mouth in the soft part of the body again. Trying to turn his head to the side, he stumbled upon a bulge with his mouth. It was a nipple. Then he remembered yesterday's dream. In it, he kissed a nipple. And it was his mother. He felt ashamed. "He's an adult now. What if it wasn't a dream, but reality? Mom whispered tender words in his ear then." He carefully took the nipple into his mouth and began to timidly touch it with his lips and tongue. He was afraid of waking up his mother or Ira. He felt the nipple become firmer. A hand was placed on his head and gently stroked him. "So it's Mom," Deniska thought. She doesn't mind. He loves her.
Suddenly, another hand touched his buddy. She gently ran her fingers over all of his parts. He was very tense. The hand began to move down to his buttocks and pressed her fingers against his spot. The tension in his buddy began to subside. Then the hand took Deniska's hand and placed it on the lower part of his stomach. He stroked his stomach, first lower, then higher. "No panties." He began to stroke his stomach very slowly, moving lower and feeling the curly hair under his fingers. He felt a hand on his buddy, which began to stroke him slowly. Exploring the mound of venus, he slipped his fingers between the folds and felt its inner warmth. He didn't know how his fingers should stroke there, so he moved his fingers down from the top and stroked there too, penetrating deep into the folds. It was at the bottom that his fingers penetrated deep into the mound of venus. He kissed it. In the darkness, it turned out to be on the forehead, as his lips were absorbed by the nipple, which he sucked, placing it between his tongue and palate. He explored the depth of the mound of venus. It was very wet there. His hand moved back to his spot and pressed down. It was very timely, as he was very carried away by the new tactile sensations. He immediately felt better, and the intense tension began to subside. At that moment, he felt the mound move forward toward his hand. It turned out that his hand and the mound were moving in unison toward each other. At first, he was afraid that he might touch it and hurt it, but then he felt that his fingers were sliding very easily inside and not touching anything.
This went on for a while, but then the hand took his palm and moved it down between her legs to her butt. He figured he had to find the spot and press down. He touched the point on her buttocks, moved higher, and pressed on the point. He was restricted in his movements, as the hand that was hugging him from behind was still gently cupping his chest. He found the point anyway and pressed it. For a while, he just lay there and repeated the pressing.
Vera fell asleep instantly. It wasn't her usual time. She usually went to bed at midnight or later. Here, it was almost three hours earlier. The early bedtime gave her the opportunity to rest well. At 2, or maybe 3, she felt that she had slept enough and just lay there, enjoying the rest. Her sleep was no longer deep. In those moments, she remembered the previous night when Deniska caressed and fondled her breasts. She felt warm inside. She was overwhelmed with feelings. She turned to the supposed place where her son was lying, hugged him with her arm, and gently pressed him to her. How nice. She fell asleep again. In her dream, she heard Deniska moving. "He's uncomfortable, and you're holding him. He might wake up. Let the child rest." These thoughts made her remove her arm and lie on her back. "It's so comfortable to lie here. It's warm. There's a pleasant smell of hay." She fell into a light sleep again.
The hand that had been hugging Deniska relaxed and was removed. He took his hand off the spot and felt his left side, which had been lying down for a long time. He let go of the nipple and slowly, so as not to wake anyone, began to turn onto his back. The hand stroking his buddy weakened, and he turned calmly. "I have to tell Mom that he accidentally touched her. If she forbids it, he will never do it again. But what if she doesn't mind? Then, if it works out, maybe I'll be able to touch her breasts with my hands next time." It was still completely dark. There was movement on the left too, and he felt a caring hand pull the sheet he was covered with and cover his body up to his chest. After a while, he raised his arms so that the sheet was under them. It was warm. He lowered his hands a little wider along his body. As he lowered his hands, they touched warm parts of the body on the right and left. He decided to explore what it was. He turned his palms to the sides and began to slowly move them apart.
On the left, he felt that it was a buttock. Mom must have turned away and lay down with her back to him. She decided to sleep some more. He stroked the curves. For a while, he wondered what to do. He remembered how beautiful this part of the body was, both on his mother and on Ira, and he really wanted to explore it with his hand. Turning the back of his hand toward himself as much as possible, he touched the two halves of her buttocks. "Since I'm going to tell everything, I'll touch it a little." He sent his fingers deep inside and began to gently stroke her there.
His right hand felt her thigh. He touched higher. Moving toward her groin. He raised his hand and placed his palm on the mound. At that moment, it seemed to him that the mound trembled. Deniska froze. It was quiet, and no one moved. He gently ran his palm down, then up, and froze again. "Quiet. That means everyone is asleep." Since both his hands were occupied, he couldn't concentrate and moved them very slowly and unhurriedly.
With the fingers of his left hand, he felt the fold of the mound deep inside. It seemed to him that the legs were raised at the knees, as his hand was able to explore this part further.
At this time, the fingers of his right hand went deep into the folds. He stroked there. The mound began to move toward him. Then his hand was covered by another hand. He shuddered. "What's going to happen now?" The hand took his fingers from above and began to move them as well. But it pressed deeper and also pressed on the upper part, rubbing and making circular movements. "It's her in my dream. But who is it, Mom or Ira? That's probably how it should be done," thought Deniska. The hand completely controlled his hand. Then the hand slowed down its movements. It took his fingers and pulled them down to his butt. It pressed them on the spot and froze.
When his right hand froze at the spot, his left hand was taken and placed between her legs and pressed tightly there. Her buttocks pressed slightly against his side. Her hand stroked the folds and moved up and down. Then she took his fingers and plunged them deep into the mound. His fingers became very wet and slippery. Then he felt his little finger being pushed in just a little bit and pulled back, then again. He tried to do it himself. It worked. At the same time, a hand was stroking his palm. He continued the movements.
But then his fingers were pulled out and his hand was wiped dry with a sheet and laid down. "Ira probably wants to sleep some more. No, it's Mom." He relaxed, feeling very good. He tried to tighten his muscles and pull in his stomach. He succeeded completely. His buddy held steady for 12 hours. There was no overload. "Are Mom and Ira asleep? Maybe they let him touch them in their sleep? Or are they awake? Is that right? I'll definitely tell them. Let them scold him. He won't do anything bad to them. He loves them." These questions tormented him, and he calmed himself down.
He removed his right hand from the spot and slowly turned onto his right side. This time his left hand was free, and he placed it on top of his body. His buddy lightly touched her thigh. "Should I hug her? What if she gets upset and wakes up? I'll put it down." He hugged his mother, or so he thought. His hand rested casually on her stomach. He pressed himself closer to her, and his buddy pressed himself against her thigh, while the lower part of her breast lay in the palm of his hand. It was soft.
He froze. "I want to caress her so much." He gently began to stroke her breast with his fingers.
After Vera stopped hugging Deniska and removed her hand, she lay on her back. She couldn't see, but she heard Deniska turn around. Suddenly, she felt his hand. It touched her thighs, then moved higher and rested on her mound of venus. She shuddered. "Is he dreaming? What should I do? Move my hand? She's my mother. I can't do that." His hand began to stroke her mound from top to bottom. "I'll wait, he'll stroke me and then take his hand away." She felt his fingers penetrating her, and she could no longer do anything, or didn't want to. Her brain was foggy. She began to move toward him. In her mind, she said, "It feels so good. I can't stop it. Ah, do it like that." She took his hand in hers and began to move it in circles. A little more and she would have been overcome by orgasm. "No, you can't." She remembered Ira's words, "By controlling your orgasm, you prolong your youth." She took Deniska's fingers and pressed them against her spot. They froze. Deniska didn't move either. She heard the sound of hay beneath him, and his hand rested on her upper abdomen, lightly touching her breast and beginning to caress it.
-Son. Are you awake?
Deniska stopped and froze. He also answered her in a whisper.
-I'm not asleep. Mom, did I wake you up?
-No, I'm half asleep. How long have you been awake? When your hand was down there, were you awake?
-I must have been half asleep too. Mom, is it bad that I want to caress you?
-I don't think so. You're growing up, developing, you need it. But as your mother, I can't let you do that. What else did you want to touch?
-If you hadn't woken up, I would have touched your breasts. I want to feel them. If you say no, then I won't. I love you very much.
-Oh, son. What about me? You're the most precious thing I have in my life. Come here.
She hugged him around the shoulders. He pressed himself close to her.
-Let's do this. I'll let you touch them once to satisfy your curiosity, and then we'll go to sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow.
-Okay, Mom. Thank you.
-Give me your hands.
Deniska gave his mother his hands. Vera searched for them in the dark and, covering them with her palms, said,
-There. Touch.
She placed his hands on her breasts with her own hands. Deniska spread his fingers as wide as possible and felt the touch of his mother's body. He slowly began to squeeze his fingers and felt the soft elasticity beneath them. He stroked them in different directions. His fingers slid over the nipple. He touched it with two fingers.
-Did I drink milk from here?
-Yes. You ate well. Mom didn't have to ask you.
-Is there any there now?
-Of course not.
-They're very nice.
-Okay. You're my best connoisseur.
Mom took his hands and pulled them away from her.
-I've done what you asked. Let's try to go to sleep.
-Yes, let's do that. Thank you, Mom. You're the best, and I love you.
-Lie down next to me. Cover yourself with the sheet. It might get chilly in the morning.
They made themselves more comfortable. Both covered themselves with sheets. Vera touched her breasts under the sheet. "Ah, how pleasant it was. But you can't allow him to do that. You're his mother." After scolding herself a little for her actions, she quietly fell asleep.
In the morning, Vera woke up first. Deniska and Ira were still asleep. She took the dry clothes off the rope and got dressed. Before going downstairs, she laid out Deniska and Ira's dry clothes next to them. After washing up, she started making breakfast. Her conscience was bothering her. "At home, she didn't stop Deniska when he started stroking her stomach. Yes, he was asleep and dreaming. And when he started stroking her mound, she took off her panties herself. Tonight too. His hand touched her so gently that I couldn't stop her." Vera sighed. After a painful divorce from her husband and his betrayal, she couldn't look at men. They didn't exist for her. "Thank you, Ira. You supported me morally and were always there when I felt sick to my stomach. And Deniska. He's so good and caring. I want to be the best mother for him. I'll ask Ira for advice. Let her scold me." Ira peeked in the door.
-Good morning, Verichka. Are you already busy? I'll wash up and come help you.
-Hi, Ira. Don't rush. I can manage.
When Ira came in, Vera had already finished cooking and was covering the food with a large towel to keep it warm longer.
-Breakfast is ready. Are you going to eat now?
-No, I'm not hungry yet. How about you?
-I'm not hungry yet either. I'll wait for Deniska.
-Vera, let's go for a walk. It will be good exercise for us, and we'll write Deniska a note.
-Let's go. My grandmother Polina told me that if we walk along the garden to the end, we'll come to the bank of a stream. The locals graze their cows there. On the other side of the stream is the edge of the forest.
Let's see. I've never been there before.
-Vera, I didn't think about it. It's dewy now. If we go, we'll get wet.
-Wait.
Vera went into the room behind the stove. She saw a shelf with shoes there. She brought two pairs of boots. One pair was black high boots and the other was shorter, with an "autumn leaves" pattern.
-Look.
-Great. Let's put on sweatpants and socks. Give me the black ones.
They quickly changed for their walk. They put on light windbreakers. They looked at each other and laughed. Vera wrote Deniska a note. Five minutes later, they were already past the gardens and approaching the stream. They decided to walk along the stream. The air smelled of grass and pine needles.
-Vera, look over there.
Ira pointed to a cow and a woman standing not far behind it. They approached her. Vera recognized her immediately. It was Kuzmich's wife, Evdokia Anisimovna. They had already bought cottage cheese, milk, and eggs from her. She was a stately woman with a beautiful face.
-Good morning, Evdokia Anisimovna.
-Good morning, Verochka. It's good to see you.
-We decided to take a walk. This is our first time here, and we don't know where to go to enjoy nature yet.
-Walk wherever you want. You rarely see anyone around these days. Everyone has moved away, and some are no longer with us.
-But Grandma Polya told me that there is a lake in the forest where you can swim.
-Yes, my dears. There is. There are even two where you can swim. The nearest lake is about twenty minutes from here. The farther lake is prettier, but it's a 30-minute walk. There's also Zamanikha, a small lake, but you should avoid it. It's harmless. If you end up in it, walk across to the other side and get out on the shore there. It's shallow and muddy.
Ira noticed how her appearance and regal bearing did not match her simple speech.
-Why is it called Zamanikha?
-That's what people call it. Some are lured by mushrooms, some by berries, and some by ducks. But if you stand on the shore, you'll slip into it. The shore on one side is covered with springs. The springs wash away the clay. It's solid, slippery mud. That's how you slide into it.
-How can we avoid falling into it?
-Once you cross the stream opposite your plot, keep going straight up through the woods. It's about a kilometer. And you won't get in. Then to the right, to the right of the birch trees, and follow these birch trees to the forest lake. The water there is clean spring water. In summer, it warms up and you can swim, but it's cool at depth. And you'll find the second lake by the stream. It flows into this lake. The second one is even more beautiful. There are no summer residents here. And when you go, put a scarf on your head. The forest tick has already lost its strength. But in the lowlands, where there is a lot of moisture, it can bite. So, if you go as I said, it will be dry in the sun and there will be no ticks there.
She also said that "Kuzmich should bring the beds tomorrow afternoon." After chatting about various topics for a while, they headed back.
-Ira, I've been thinking about Denis. I can't figure it out. Can you help me with some advice?
-Sure, Verchik. What is it?
-Let me start from the beginning. Remember, we fell asleep after the incident in the elevator around three in the morning. Denis fell asleep right away, but about an hour later, he started stroking my stomach. I woke up, looked at him, and he was asleep. And in his sleep, he was trying to say or ask something.
-That happens. Strong nervous tension. New impressions and excitement. And you?
-I just lay there and hugged him gently. I thought he would calm down on his own. I understood that in his dream he was still in the elevator, and he was helping you there. He moved his hand lower than my stomach. My panties were there. He moved his hand lower and started stroking me too. His head was buried in my chest, he took my nipple in his mouth and started sucking it, and at the same time he was fast asleep.
Vera left out some details. She was embarrassed in front of her friend. She continued.
-Suddenly he woke up and looked around. He saw that it was me. He started apologizing. He said that he had dreamed about you and was stroking your stomach. I kissed him and calmed him down. He asked me to press a spot for him because he was very aroused and couldn't control himself. I helped him, and he fell asleep immediately. The next morning, he didn't remember anything. I didn't say anything either. It was as if it had all happened in a dream for him.
-Verchik, you did the right thing. You didn't scold him. You calmed him down. You're a good mother. And you can only completely cope with arousal after a year, by practicing every day. There are special male practices for strengthening the sexual sphere and male health. At that moment, he was a little psychologically traumatized in the elevator.
-Listen further. Tonight I was sleeping. I was lying on my back. I heard him put his hand between my legs. And we slept naked after doing the laundry. I flinched and didn't know what to do. I thought, what if he's asleep and he'll calm down and take his hand away. But he kept stroking me. Then he penetrated me, not deeply. Everything went foggy in my head. I was almost overwhelmed by an orgasm, but I pressed the point, as you taught me, and it turned out to be with his fingers. We lay still for a while. I thought he had fallen asleep. But I heard him turn toward me and put his hand on my chest and start stroking me. I asked him, "Are you asleep, son?" It turned out that he wasn't asleep when he was stroking me deep inside with his fingers, and now he wanted to touch my breasts. I allowed it, on the condition that he would go to sleep right after. Now I'm scolding myself and thinking that I'm the biggest fool. What if he wants something more? I was weak at certain moments, but I should have been strict. What should I do?
-My opinion is that nothing terrible happened. When Deniska rescued me in the elevator, he also stroked my stomach at first. Then he moved down, put his hand on my panties, and asked permission to remove them because he was going to stroke me there. And he was anatomically correct. The bladder is located right in front of my front seat. At first, I didn't give him permission. I asked him if he knew how we were built. And do you know what he replied? That yes, he knew. And he learned about it on the street from pornographic pictures that some of his peers bring and show to everyone, including girls.
-How awful!
-I was shocked too. It turns out that our children are getting their sex education on the street, and in the most perverted form. After learning such things, the psyche of young men and everything sacred that is inherent in nature is broken. That's why rapists, perverts, and prostitutes appear.
-He didn't tell me about these photos. I can imagine how it affected him, there's such filth in those pictures. I've seen similar ones at the department. And then?
-I allowed it. I was in a desperate situation at the time. Deniska showed the best qualities of a person — love and care. The pain went away almost immediately. I could have endured the whole night while his hands caressed me and took away the pain. And tonight, just like you, he caressed me between my legs.
-Just like you?
-Yes. He caressed me with his fingers inside. Not right away. He was learning. I didn't resist. If you yell at him at home, he will seek knowledge on the street and may go down the wrong path. If he is close by, caring, communicating, helping, he will appreciate and respect women. The most important thing is to teach him to love her as a mother and a loved one, within the limits permitted by nature. And after you allowed him to touch your breast, what did he say?
-He thanked me. He said he loved me.
-You see. Such relationships cannot corrupt. You are his mother, a woman, a loved one. Through you, he learns about the world. His sexual chakra demands it. He cannot hurt you; for him, it would be like hurting himself. If you forbid him, how will he learn what his sexual energy demands?
-Won't this violate family customs and moral norms?
-It is important not to cross the line between family members when teaching him the mysteries of the relationship between a woman and a man. I think there is a similar explanation for this question in Tantra. When the goddess Kali asked Shiva about the deepest meaning of sexual initiation rituals, Shiva replied that the true meaning of sexual initiation is to bestow power. In the Taoist tradition, it is the exchange of Yin-Yang and the selfless transfer of oneself to another. Shiva explains to Kali that the first sexual initiation of all beings occurs at birth and when the child passes through the mother's yoni.
-So there is a second one?
-Yes. During the first initiation, the mother erases memories of past lives. The second initiation occurs unconsciously, until the person gets married. At this time, they are taught how to manage their sexual energy so that in the future, in their family, it will be the foundation of a strong union and contribute to the birth of healthy offspring. This is what the Taoist family secrets consisted of. They were carefully preserved and passed down from generation to generation. In ancient times, in wealthy Taoist families, before getting married, young men underwent training with experienced women. The second initiation prepared them for marriage and the ability to handle their Yang energy. And the third was the family union.
-Thank you, Irisha. I understand. It turns out that he is now undergoing his second initiation of knowledge. We need to help him develop his sexual energy. Honestly, I'm afraid for my son. I don't want him to make a mistake when communicating with the opposite sex. Will you help me? I don't know how to do it myself, and I'm scared. What if I unknowingly do something wrong?
-You help me, I'll help you. Let's help him. After all, your mother's heart is still speaking to you. Calm him down now, don't worry him. You're the best mom.
-Thank you, Irisha. You're the best friend.
They were returning home and on the way they talked about the sexual development of young men who are turning into men.
-Ira, Deniska will be with us and will explore his interest in women through us. How will this affect him and his health?
-Everything has long been known from ancient books. His sexual energy will rise naturally. He will show interest in women. We must be there for him and help him. The main thing in this help is that he learns to control his sexual energy. This will give a powerful boost to his mental and physical development. There will be a moment when its flow will be very strong, like a tsunami wave. At these moments, it is necessary to stimulate his fighter, while he must tense his muscles and raise his energy upward. At the critical moment, use the point. If this is not done, the tsunami will overwhelm him, and all the energy will leave him in the form of semen and be lost. The proof of the correctness of his lifestyle will be his success in his studies. This will definitely help him successfully defend his diploma. If he joins a sports club, his endurance will surprise his coaches. He will be completely healthy. He will have good eyesight. Illnesses will burn away like poplar fluff when they approach him. He may develop extrasensory abilities. Books say that at first, the student will see light in the Ajna chakra, and that is correct. Then he must not let this light escape and concentrate on it. This will give a powerful impetus to his awakening as a personality. Details are not described, as this happens differently for everyone.
-I think that even if he had a relationship with a girl, no girl could help him with that.
-Yes, that's true. The girl would serve as a receiver of his energy. It is in the nature of women to absorb male energy, thereby weakening their partner if the man is not trained, and conversely, giving him strength if he knows how to handle the energies of Svadhishthana. Being close to him, you will not take away his energy, but on the contrary, stimulate its development, return it to him, and help raise it to the upper chakras. Your feminine energy will change his energy, interact with it, and return it to him in a new form.
-Irish, what about you? I mean, what if he touches you?
-Verchik, you are not strangers to me. I am alone. My only relatives are my mother and grandmother. They are far away. Therefore, I treat you almost like family. And how could I do anything bad to someone close to me? If Deniska needs my help and energy, I will always be there and make sure that my presence is of maximum benefit to his health.
-Irish, after talking to you, I feel better. My anxiety is gone.
-That's good.
When they returned home, they saw that Deniska was already getting up.
-Deniska, where are you?
-I'm here, Mom.
His voice came from the utility room.
-I want to make lamps. Three of them, in fact. I'll put one above each bed.
-Good. Well done. Wash your hands and come have breakfast.
While eating, they planned how they would spend the day. Ira said she would sit down to sew mattresses. It turned out that there were several rolls of thick fabric here. As Grandma Polya explained, it was given instead of wages at the weaving factory in the city. They also added to the list of household goods that needed to be bought on their first trip to the village. This included micro switches for the lamps that Deniska was making. He had everything else he needed. Vera took care of the groceries. She would need to go to Evdokia Anisimovna's.
-And we'll try to mow the grass with Deniska. In the area in front of the windows and behind the house.
-Irish, isn't that dangerous?
-You always have to be careful with a scythe. But we'll be together, I'll watch and help. Then he'll be able to do it himself. And I'll sew.
-Okay. Be careful. Deniska, did you fill the shower tank with water?
-Yes, Mom. This morning.
After breakfast, they went about their business. Ira took the scythe outside. She examined it.
The blade was fine. That was the most important thing. She fixed the misaligned ring with a hammer. She found a block of wood and sharpened the scythe. The blade and handle were fine. She tried a few swings and mowed the grass. It worked. Hearing the hammering, Deniska came over.
-Let me show you, then you can try.
She took the scythe. "Look, hold the handle in your right hand, your right foot half a step forward. Your left hand is on top of the scythe. Swing it over the ground, take half a step forward, the scythe goes to the left, and swing again. Hold it, try it." Deniska took the scythe. But he got confused. Ira came over.
-Deniska, I'll come over to you now. I'll need to press myself against you so we can mow together. Please don't pay attention to my touch. We need to focus on the scythe. Don't swing too hard.
She stood behind him and placed his hands on the scythe. Without letting go of his hands, she began to mow. Deniska felt her behind him. Her breasts pressed against his shoulder blades. It was difficult for him to concentrate on the scythe when Ira was pressed close to him. Ira slowly began to let go of his hands. Deniska mowed by himself.
-It's working.
-Now for the most important part. Watch where the blade of the scythe falls and what is under the scythe.
-What exactly should I look for?
-There might be a stone or, for example, a hedgehog.
-Yes, I see.
-That's it, honey, I'm going to sew. Come to me when you get tired.
Ira went into the house. Soon the sound of a sewing machine could be heard. Deniska mowed with breaks until his mother arrived. His mother went out to look for him and, seeing him in the distance, waved to him. That's it for today. "Mowing is hard work." The day was coming to an end. They were all tired and decided to finish up around seven. After a hot day, everyone wanted to take a shower. Ira washed the dishes after dinner.
-Ira, I'm going to take a shower. Deniska, do you have anything to wash?
She looked at his clothes. They didn't seem dirty.
-No, Mom, everything is clean.
Vera left. Deniska was working on the lights. After a while, Vera opened the shower door slightly.
-Son, dear, please check why the water isn't running. You filled the tank this morning. Please check it.
-Yes, Mom. I'm going now.
Deniska took a flashlight and went to check. "Could the tank be leaking?" He put up a ladder. "There's water. It's coming down the hose. So this is where the hose goes into the house. There's a pipe here. The opening is narrow, but I can squeeze through. He crawled further along the pipe toward the shower. The pipe ended. There was another hose on it, and it was already reaching the shower pipe. It sagged and bent over. The hose was not made of rubber, but of soft plastic. When the water is cold, the hose does not bend and the water flows. When the water is heated by the sun, the hose heats up and sags. At the point of maximum deflection, it bends. He reached the bend. He straightened it. Mom was downstairs, a couple of meters away from him.
-Mom, check it. Is there water?
-Yes, there is. And now there isn't again.
-I need to fix the hose here. Can you wait a few more minutes? I need to go to the utility room and back."
-Go ahead, son. I'll wait.
Deniska climbed out of the passageway. He went to the utility room. He found a stick and some wire that were the right length. He took some pliers. Five minutes later, he was back above his mother in the shower. He had done everything. There. "If the water is hot, the hose won't sag."
-It's all right, Mom. Turn on the shower.
-Yes, there is. Thank you.
He could hear the sound of running water. His mother was in the shower. Deniska began to crawl backwards, trying to get out. Crawling backwards was uncomfortable, so he crawled forward a little, bent over above the shower stall, turned his legs backwards, and crawled forward toward the exit, lighting the passage with his flashlight. But his plan didn't work. Waking up a meter ahead, he felt that his right leg was caught on something and wouldn't let go. He shone his flashlight. Sure enough. His sneakers were stretched out near the metal corner. Apparently, they had gotten caught. It was already quiet in the shower. Mom had left. There was no one to call. He crawled back. "What is this? I'll tear my pants, but I won't get unhooked." He couldn't lift his head to look. It seemed to be wire. He turned around again, but it didn't help. There was no way to free himself. He heard a slight noise in the shower. Deniska pulled himself up to the ventilation grate. He saw Ira. At that moment, Ira was taking off her panties and, stepping over them, threw them onto the bench. She looked up and turned on the faucet. At that moment, her face was turned upward, and Deniska saw her from a distance of half a meter. Her breasts covered the lower part of her body. He froze. "I'm in trouble. How can I get out?" He tried again to free himself and jerked his leg. Ira heard the noise and turned off the water.
-Deniska? Is that you? Where are you?
-I'm here. I'm stuck.
Ira looked up.
-Wait. I'll be right there.
She came out of the shower and walked in with a plastic bowl. She placed it upside down on the floor. She stood on it with her feet and stretched upward. She pressed her hands on the square grate. The grate rose.
-Where are you, Deniska? Shine the flashlight.
Deniska turned on the flashlight. Ira reached out and grabbed Deniska by the shoulders.
-Can you crawl toward me?
-Yes. What about my pants?
-What about your pants? If they get caught, take them off and leave them up there. We'll unhook them later.
Deniska began to crawl toward Ira. Ira helped him. He pulled his pants down to his feet with his hand. Now his shoulders were squeezing through the bars. Ira reached out and pulled his sweatpants down as far as she could so they wouldn't hold him back.
-Can you get out on your own now?
-Probably.
He began to climb down headfirst. Ira approached him. His breath caught in his throat. He had never seen a naked young woman before. His mother didn't count; he had seen her in her panties, and that was from his room. But here, Ira was standing very close to him. It didn't matter that he was looking at her upside down.
-Hold on to me with your hands, and I'll hold you by your torso and legs.
Deniska hugged her. His head rested on her chest. He froze. He moved lower and rested on her stomach near her solar plexus. Gradually, he moved down, grabbing her with his hands and sliding down. Now his head was at her navel, and he could see her pubic hair below.
-Deniska, hold on tight, don't slip down.
He pressed his face against her hair. He wrapped his arms around her buttocks and held her tightly. His legs were already completely out of the hole in the grate, but his sneakers were still on. They just needed to be taken off. Ira wrapped one arm around his waist and used the other to remove one of his pants legs.
-Deniska, where are you?
Deniska's mother was calling him. He heard that she was somewhere near the water tank. At that moment, Ira was already taking off the sneakers from his other leg. In a couple of minutes, he would be free. Deniska lowered the knee of his free leg onto Ira's shoulder, and she lowered it behind her back. It was much easier to hold on that way. Now his other foot was free. He also placed it on Ira's shoulder, and it slid down behind her back. Ira's head was between Deniska's legs, and her chin was resting somewhere around his buttocks. There was a knock at the door.
-Ira. Is Deniska with you? I can't find him. I only found his shoes near the stairs.
Vera came into the shower. She looked behind the partition, and Ira just turned toward her.
-Yes, Vera. See, I'm catching him so he doesn't fall. Help me.
Vera laughed.
-Deniska, did you fall on Ira from above?
-Mom, I got tangled up in there. I got caught on the wire and couldn't get out. It's a good thing Ira came into the shower. She freed me.
Vera took him off Ira and put him on his feet. He was covered in dirt. There were stains and streaks of dirt all over Deniska's T-shirt, shorts, and legs. There was a long scratch on his forearm.
-Does it sting? Can you bear it?
-Yes, just a little.
Denis didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay with Ira.
-Ira, can you help him rinse off?
-Of course, I'll help.
-That's good. Give me your son's hands. I'll take them to the laundry.
She pulled up his T-shirt. He raised his arms, and she pulled the T-shirt off. His shorts followed the T-shirt.
-Mom, there are more gym clothes upstairs."
Only Deniska could reach them. Ira and his mother put their hands together. Deniska stood on them, and they lifted him up. He crawled into the ventilation shaft and pulled out the pants.
-Deniska, I'm leaving. I trust Ira with you. I'll bring you some clean clothes. I'll hang them on the hook at the entrance."
Mom left. They were left alone. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Ira saw that Deniska was frozen stiff. He was shorter than her and didn't dare look her in the eyes. Ira leaned toward him.
-Relax, honey. I'm not going to eat you. Let's start with your head. We'll lather it up. Then we'll scrub it with a washcloth and you can get out.
She took the shampoo and poured some into her palm. She turned on the water. The pressure was excellent. Deniska took a step forward under the stream of water. His mate touched Ira's thigh and instantly increased in size. Ira wet his head with her free hand and began to lather it. The pleasant smell of nettles filled the shower stall.
-There, that's it. Now let's wash the foam out of your eyes. Open your eyes. Doesn't sting? Great. Now take the washcloth and lather yourself up, while I lather my head. Your head will stay with the shampoo for now. Nettle strengthens the hair roots, so we won't rinse it out right away.
Ira took care of her hair. Her hair was like Vera's, neither long nor short. When loose, it touched her shoulders. Vera lathered it with shampoo. Deniska watched Ira with pleasure. When Ira washed the foam from her eyes, she saw that Deniska had frozen. She called him.
-Deniska, hey. Don't sleep. Give me the washcloth.
She leaned over him again and began to lather him up.
-Okay, arms. Where's your scratch? Careful. That's it. Stomach. Good. Legs.
She skipped the groin area when she saw that Deniska was aroused.
-Turn around." She rubbed his shoulders, back, and arms with the washcloth.
She handed him the washcloth.
-Hold it. And here, without the washcloth.
She began to wash his buttocks with her palm.
-Will you allow me?
How could he not allow it? He stood as if hypnotized.
-Yes.
Ira lathered his buttocks in a circle. She ran her hands between his buttocks. Deniska really liked her hands. There was some inexplicable tenderness and caution in them, especially in this part of his body. Her fingers gently touched all his spots and rubbed them softly.
-Spread your legs a little. Like that. Good. Now it's clean here. Turn around.
Deniska turned around. His mate was pointing at twelve o'clock. Ira looked at him and asked after a pause.
-Can I wash here?
Denise wanted to say, "Yes, and as carefully and as long as possible," but he realized that would be silly and replied quietly.
-Yes.
Ira began rubbing the skin around his fighter with her hands, trying not to touch him. Seeing how tense he was, she stopped.
-Honey, let me press the point. We won't test your strength. Your energy is very important.
-Yes, okay. How do I get up?
-Like this, turn around, spread your legs a little.
Denis did as Ira said. She put her hand behind him between his buttocks and pressed her fingers on the spot. Right before his eyes, his mate began to go down. When it passed the eight o'clock mark, Ira removed her hand.
-Well done, he's good and obedient.
She took his soldier and began to lather it with soap. At the same time, she lathered his testicles with her other hand. Ira had no younger sister or brother, and caring for Denis immediately filled her heart. She was both an older sister and a second mother to him.
-Now open the head and wash under the skin yourself. And don't close it. Good boy. That's it for you. Now it's my turn.
Ira lathered the washcloth again and began to rub herself.
-Ira, can I?
-Sure, go ahead. You don't have to rub me hard, I'm clean.
Deniska took a washcloth and began to lather Ira. She turned her back to him, and he started with her shoulders. With circular movements, he reached her buttocks. In Deniska's opinion, Ira had a very beautiful figure. It was the first time he had seen her like this. A few years ago, they all went to the city beach together. It was only once, and there he saw Ira in a swimsuit. But then he didn't understand much. He liked everything about the beach the first time. After that summer, his mother enrolled him in a swimming club, and he enjoyed going there. He learned to swim the crawl and breaststroke, but after a prolonged respiratory infection this year, his coach told him that he was far behind, as his classmates had already achieved the first-level standard. He was very upset at the time.
He put the washcloth on the shelf. He placed both hands on her buttocks and began to stroke and rub them with soap. "I didn't ask for permission. Better late than never."
-Ira, can I lather you up here?
-Yes, you can. You have very gentle hands. When I was a child, only my mother and grandmother bathed me like this.
These words calmed him down, and he began to wash her buttocks even more diligently and gently. They were soft. He slid his fingers between her buttocks and began to run them from top to bottom. His fingers reached the deepest part of this soft part of her body, and he touched her spot. He rubbed and stroked it with his finger.
-Okay. That's enough here.
Deniska took the sponge again, sat down, and began rubbing her legs. One hand stroked them with his palm, the other with the sponge. He couldn't help himself and again raised his hand between Ira's legs and stroked her there so that he could feel the lower part of her mound of venus with his fingers. Ira sometimes stroked his hair. Her hand slid over it, and she tried to keep the shampoo from getting in his eyes. Finally, he reached the very bottom. Ira turned to face him. She saw that his mate was tense.
-Now, pull in every second. Don't forget your lower abdomen.
Deniska started with his shoulders. He rubbed them to the right and left. When he reached his chest, he circled around them. He rubbed under them.
-You can use your hands here.
He put down the washcloth and began rubbing with his hands. He began to touch her nipples. Ira froze.
-I can feel the energy of your hands. I have thousands of tiny needles prickling me right here.
She put her fingers on her nipples, showing him exactly where. He covered the spot with his fingers and began to gently stroke them. He himself felt some kind of interaction between his hands and Irina's breasts. A wave of heat pierced his hands and spread throughout his body. His mate looked at 13 o'clock and pressed very tightly against his stomach. He realized that Ira had warned him for a reason. With a slight delay, he began to raise his energy upward. It seemed to him that Ira also froze for a few seconds. "She's probably raising her energy too." As he descended lower, he felt a strong excitement again. It was sensitive for him. After all, he had never seen this part of the body so close. Just a few days ago, he felt the mound of venus with his hands for the first time when he stroked Ira's belly in the elevator. Then the events of the last few days flashed through his mind—his mother, the hayloft. These memories made him tremble inside. He looked at Ira, as if asking, "Is it okay here?" Ira nodded. He began to carefully lather and rub the hair on the mound. His fingers began to penetrate deeper. At that moment, Ira spread her legs slightly and squatted down a little. His left hand slipped inside freely. He began to move his fingers back and forth. He didn't dare to lift his fingers up. "What if the soap starts to sting?" He brought his right hand behind her buttocks, plunged it into her folds, and began to move toward his left hand. He unclenched and clenched his fingers, feeling them make contact with the inner parts of her mound.
New sensations overwhelmed him. If Ira hadn't called him, he would have continued doing this "forever."
-Honey, let's finish up. Mom is waiting for us for dinner.
-Yes, I'll be right there.
-All good things come to an end," thought Deniska. He rubbed his legs and lower body with a washcloth. Ira turned on the water. They began to wash the foam off their bodies themselves. Ira finished faster and began to help Deniska.
-All right, let's get out.
She turned off the shower. They dried themselves with towels on the bench in front of the shower.
-Should I put the skin back in place?
Ira sat down, took his penis in her hands, carefully turned it with her fingers, and looked all around the skin.
-Everything's fine. There's no redness. Allow me.
Without waiting for Deniska's answer, she gently slid the foreskin up with her fingers, covering the head of his penis. Then she slid it back down and opened and closed it again.
-Very beautiful and nice.
She kissed him. It was a peck on the lips. Deniska leaned toward her in response and kissed her on the lips too. Ira began to get dressed. Deniska looked for her clothes. They were nowhere to be found.
-I'll bring them right now.
Entering the room, Ira saw her clothes laid out on a chair. Vera was standing at the stove, stirring porridge.
-Are you ready already?
-Yes. I'm here to get some clothes for Deniska.
-Oh. I put it off. The milk porridge boiled over. I was afraid to leave it, in case it burned. So I'm standing here, stirring it. How is he? How's his hand? Is the scratch bleeding?
-Everything's fine. There's no blood. Just some skin scraped off.
Ira took the clothes and was about to go to the shower.
-Ira, I wanted to ask. How did it go? You were naked, after all.
-He was shy at first. I washed him. I lathered his head with nettle shampoo. I didn't rub him too hard with the washcloth. He's clean now. I washed him carefully so as not to touch his sensitive area. He washed himself there. When he was drying himself, I checked. There was no redness. He asked me to rub him with a washcloth and my hands too.
-And?
-I let him. He rubbed very gently. He got excited. I pressed his spot. He managed. Very delicate." It was probably the first time he had seen a naked woman. Did he see you?
-I don't think so. I always kept an eye on him. I was afraid of having a bad influence on him. He hadn't seen any naked girls either. There are very few of them at the technical college. It's mostly boys.
-Verchik, don't worry. Deniska is a very good and decent young man. If he wasn't interested in women his own age, that would be a reason to worry.
They heard footsteps. Deniska peeked out from behind the stove.
-Ira, you were gone a long time. Can you pass me my clothes?
-Yes. Here you go. Get changed here, and I'll go tidy up the shower a bit.
They spent the evening having dinner and talking. They didn't turn on the TV. Ira still had to sew another mattress. They wanted to finish it tomorrow before Kuzmich arrived. They all really wanted to go to the lake to swim and sunbathe. The weather was good, and they hurried to finish this urgent work.
To be continued.