It was the same at the end of October that memorable evening. I sat on the edge of the bath for half an hour and, when I decided that my stepfather had fallen asleep, I also went to bed, and forced the door to the room with a chair. But in the middle of the night my “barricade” flew to the floor: my stepfather rushed in with a knife in his hand. I fired a pillow at him with all my strength, he hesitated a little and it gave me the opportunity to jump out the window, since we lived on the first floor, jumped out in what was in our pajamas and barefoot. The cold burned me, and it was especially unpleasant to feel the slippery and wet fallen leaves with bare feet. I screamed shrilly, but there was no one in the yard, only bright lights were burning poisonously orange. Then I ran to the side of the avenue, and my stepfather, with unexpected agility, jumping out after him, ran after me. Rare pedestrians walked down the street, but they only frightened away from me when I rushed to them asking for help. Then for some reason I rushed into the underpass and, as soon as I jumped into the tunnel, I ran into a tall, slender guy in a brown leather jacket. Desperate, I ran past, without saying anything to him, but he stopped and, looking at me in surprise, he understood everything without words, so when my stepfather, who was chasing after me, caught up with him, the guy knocked him down with one very powerful blow. and kicked away a loudly-jawed knife. I saw all this out of the corner of my eye, because I was running in half a turn and immediately sat on the floor, my back pressed to the cold wall, my arms wrapped around my knees and my nose buried in them. I was completely dying of horror and cold. The guy came up to me, still silently pulled off his leather jacket, wrapped me in it, and then lightly, like a feather, picked it up and carried it to the other side of the avenue. He brought me to an apartment in one of the next five-story building and immediately went to the bathroom. Sharply twisting both taps, he let out warm water with a strong jet and, when the bathtub was full, easily took off my pajamas and put me there. A real Siberian, he knew well how to deal with the cold. At that moment I experienced real bliss, as if I was resurrected. Still silently, he took me out of the water and wrapped me in a huge fragrant terry sheet, and when I dried out a little, I took it into the room and put it to bed, covered it with two blankets. two cups of tea were smoking and there was a jar of honey. Gently holding his head, he gave me hot tea, and I, having seized the moment, caught his hand and kissed her tightly. Then the guy smiled and said his name. I called my own, and then honestly told him my story and added: “I love you more than anyone else in the world, you are the only person in the world who acted like a human!” He smiled even wider and answered: “You are also very cute and now sleep well, I have to go to work, we'll talk tomorrow, ”turned off the light and left the apartment. That's how I met my husband. In the morning, shortly after I woke up happy and healthy, I didn’t even have a cold — he returned to the apartment and came to me.
-Well, how are you? He asked, patting my cheek affectionately.
-Very good! - I answered honestly and asked him to tell about myself.
And he said that he was born in Kuzbass, a hereditary miner, in Moscow he studied mining, worked as a security guard in a shop for 24 hours, in June he received a diploma, and now, having finished all his business, he is going home. This is the apartment of his friend, who drove away on business. I listened to him with delight and thought, this is a real man, a man with a capital letter, a man of action! Perhaps everyone I knew until now could hardly be called people. Pathetic drunken neighbors and barren-teachers hardly pulled to such a high rank. But this guy is laconic, calm, reliable! I immediately fell in love with him, I realized that we now approached each other as the key goes to the lock. And from his gaze, I saw that he was experiencing the same thing. What happened at night immediately made us wonderfully close and dear to each other people.
-When are you leaving? - I asked.
“Tomorrow,” he answered shortly.
-I will go with you! - I said firmly. - I won't be able to return home!
- Because of your stepfather?
- No, because of the mother. Father no one, I did not expect anything good from him. But my mother betrayed me and I don’t want to see her again!
“But you're still a child,” he said thoughtfully.
- No, I sighed bitterly - for that night I matured a lot.
-Well, what-just as thoughtfully, he continued, perhaps you are right. It must be fate. Okay, here is your pajamas, while you put it on, and now I'm going to buy you some clothes.
And in fact, like this, without anything, even without documents, I left Moscow. How was this possible? Yes, very simply, the conductor in the long-distance train was her husband's cousin, the beautiful Lyuba. I issued the documents myself a little later, in the passport office, which was headed by a man's uncle. He looked at me like a father, kindly and even reminded me a bit of my own father. It was he who advised me to add a few years of age, so as not to let my savior down. In general, here, in Siberia, far from the prim capital, everything was done somehow differently, simpler and more heartily, somehow home-style. Now, my faithful and I were able to sign on officially and, in less than a year, our son was born. We lived in a mining village, in a two-story log hut, darkened by rain and with “amenities” in the yard, but we were very happy. We were really perfect for each other. The husband was an unusually intelligent and experienced man, it seemed to me that he knows and is able to do everything in the world. He eagerly shared his knowledge with me, and I eagerly studied with him, of course, I did not go to school. My husband assured me that we would not stay long here. He will earn enough money to buy a small apartment in Moscow at least in the same hruscheb, and it’s very hard to squander with a child in rented apartments. Then he will find a good job, in Moscow all the time something is being built under the ground: transitions. With experience in the mine there will take a run. And we will live, all we will have type-top! He really earned a decent job at the mine, but only this money was a payment for risk. Indeed, 8 years ago, the same mine had already destroyed his parents: his father died in an explosion, but his mother could not stand the heart. The husband did not hide anything from me and several times indignantly told that the mine completely neglected safety techniques. These coal seams are the most polluted on the planet, but the methane alarm is turned off, because otherwise it will work every half hour, and after that the coal mining must be stopped and the degassing should be carried out. Miners are paid for finished products and they are not at all interested in such interruptions. The husband tried to fight this, but he was immediately given to understand that no one here was keeping him. And we still had nowhere to go.
“This coal is the most expensive in the world — my husband told me bitterly.” Every ton has been paid for at least one human life!
“And suddenly you will fall under the blast?” I asked, drowning in horror.
-Well, then, this is my destiny! He answered calmly.
And it really did not leave my fate: after the next explosion I was left a widow with a baby in my arms. Only he, my baby, and gave me the strength to survive all this. To silence us, the families of the victims were paid compensation. That is why the husband insisted so much that we signed with him - I didn’t understand this then because of youth and stupidity. We, the widows of the miners, decided to stick together and one of the women advised us to buy apartments in Kemerovo. So we did. I bought an apartment in the city center, in the five-story building, perhaps because it reminded me of my home apartment in Moscow, only under the window instead of the old linden did larch grow. Money just enough back to back. At least, there was no longer this omnipresent coal dust. Of course, the husband made some savings and it was very helpful, so I did not immediately go to work. Remembering the bitter experience of my mother, I firmly decided not to bring other men to my son, but to devote my whole life only to him, the only little man I now love. My main goal was to give him a good education and, if possible, move to Moscow, so that he would never in his life see these terrible mines that had killed his father. Interrupting from bread to kvass, I myself raised and brought him up to school, not trusting anyone. Then a friend helped me get an education certificate and I got a pretty decent job by local standards. Now my son is 12 years old and it seems that I managed to achieve what I wanted. He is a very clever, cute, modest boy, affectionate and rather docile and completely different from his peers-hooligans. The son never aimlessly dangles along the street like they, but spends most of the time behind the book and at the computer. That's because we almost got into the binding because of the computer. I was soon to receive an award and promised my son to buy a new laptop. His eyes immediately lit up bright. Today, after lunch, I offered to go for a walk on the shore of Iskitimka, but he was asked to go to the mall: check out a laptop. A little thought, I gave up, and the wind is strong and the snow has gone. Yes, here and go ...
I felt that my son was not sleeping either, turning from side to side. We sleep in different beds, but in the same room I often let him climb into his bed, because we are very good friends with him. Again the siren howled disgustingly and the baby looked up: "Mom, are you awake?"
-No, I do not sleep.
- Can I come to you?
-Come on, jump! - I opened the blanket and he barefoot immediately ran to me on the carpet lying between our beds. He hugged me, pressed tightly and then I noticed that my son was beating a feverish chill
-What's the matter? - I asked anxiously. - You are not sick?
-Mom, I'm scared, I'm very scared!
-What, honey? After all, still ended safely!
- And if we died today ?! But I have not told you the most important thing - that I love you very, very much! - and he frantically clung to my lips with an inept kiss. Then I felt like a shock and I immediately understood everything. Yes, he really loves me, but not at all like a mother. After all, he is now just at that age when the guy already needs a girl, when the boys begin to fall in love. But only he does not have the slightest chance to have an affair with a classmate, because the little pieces - his contemporaries-prefer boorish and arrogant Gopnik, but my son is not at all like that, but I myself brought him up so! And I am all the time spinning in front of his nose, so he fell for me! Today, we could actually die, but how terrible is it to die without ever having experienced love! In life, such insights sometimes occur. I clearly understood that by pushing my son away now, I would commit a crime that would not be forgiven. Therefore, I silently answered him greedily and we kissed violently for several minutes. And he managed to achieve his goal: a burning desire awakened in me. Jin, sealed for 11 years in a bottle, broke free. After all, I am 31 years old on my passport, but in fact I am only 26! Well, what's the point of fooling yourself! I always terribly wanted a son and now, when I realized that this is mutual, it is already impossible to hold back. The main thing now is to do everything as carefully as possible. My son is very worried and, in order to calm him down, I should seize the initiative. Therefore, when the baby stopped to rest, I quietly told him: “Listen, can I touch you now, eh? Well, please! ”I immediately felt his joyous surprise, when he replied to me just as quietly:“ Yes, you can. ”And I immediately put my hand under the elastic of his pajama pants. The kid went to sleep in a flannel pajamas, but I knew that he never puts on panties under his pants, he does not like if he is too tight. Well, of course, it is, worth as much as a stake! The penis is hard and hot, like a fire, but also surprisingly big — it doesn't fit in my cam!
-Mom-whispering baby whispers - I have it there ... well ... no hairs yet!
-It’s no trouble, honey, they will grow up!
And this is not news to me. Worthless is the price of the mother who does not follow her child. Of course, I am aware of his problems. When I wake him up to school in the morning, I will surely unscrew the blanket and look under my pajamas. He sleeps very soundly and does not notice. And my husband explained to me that it is very important to monitor the erection. If in the mornings a guy has a strut, it means that everything is fine with his health. Even if the stomach hurts or the throat-already an erection will not be. For the past two years, my son has “elated mood” in the morning. And I opened my head to him myself when I was bathing. Son then was 5 years old. The month opened, one millimeter a day, and at that time he did not cry at me, but giggled. I rolled my head with my fingers.
- Oh, mother - son moaned - how nice! More, please!
Well, no, pipe. You're going to cum and kaput. For the whole life there will be a problem - for the first time to finish with petting! No, my dear, you will end with me, when it is necessary and where it is necessary! Immediately removed the hand.
-Do you want to touch? - I ask him.
- I really want, but can I?
-Well, of course. Give the handle!
I have no panties, raised my nightie higher.
-Wow, you are stunned! - exclaimed son.
God, how pleasant are his timid, gentle touches!
- Don't be afraid, touch it harder, it doesn't hurt me!
- Mom, when do you write ... well, does it ... flow through the whole hole?
-No, dear, of course, no, it flows from here, in the middle. But the trickle is very wide and I can not manage it at all. It's pouring everywhere. So I always sit down to not describe anything, you know?
-Yeah! Mom, I always wanted to touch you, especially when we were sleeping together!
-Well, would you touch it?
- I was afraid that you would be offended and angry!
“Am I often angry?”
-No, mom, of course, no, you're the best!
- You, dear, you are the best! But does it interest you only as I write?
-No, not only. And where ... well, this is ...
- Covenant hole? - I slyly prompted. - Here! Give me a finger! Here, you feel?
Yes, it's ass!
-No, no, ass right here, below!
- How to distinguish? Well, do not miss the mark?
-I will help now. Wait, I'll go lower, like this.
I really got more comfortable, raised my nightie to my chest, and then bent my legs at the knees and spread her wide.
-So, now lower your pants and get on me ... like this. And take the handles out of there, you only get in the way, better hold me tight ... well. And now I myself ... again I felt his pisyunchik.
- Now press, stronger, even stronger!
-Oh! Cried the son. -Oh, how nice it is there, how nice!
- Well, of course good, honey. And now it is necessary like this, and I made a long-forgotten movement, waving it slightly. He understood and also pushed her ass
-Do not hurry, do not hurry!
Oh, how good! How amazing! I think now ... And everything happened !!! For some time I completely disconnected and woke up from the fact that the baby was again looking for my lips with his own. He already came out, wet pisyunchik rubs me on the stomach.
-Mom, honey, thank you! - he babbles. - I heard that it is pleasant, but so that, I could not even imagine!
-I heard?! And you have not had this yet? Well, these feelings?
-No never!
-And you, have you never ...?
- Didn't you jerk off? - he picked up. -No never! I know how to do it, but have never done it before!
Why so?
“I wanted it for the first time with you!”
What a news!!! He now gave me the most precious thing - his innocence! It’s really worth living for!
- Sweet, love, thank you! - Hotly laid down to him a kiss.
-Mom, and you ... this, well ... was it nice too?
- Yes, how nice it is! Best in life!
-True?! But I still can not do anything!
- And this, my love, is the most pleasant thing! And when you kiss, do not squeeze lips, but slightly open, like this, and thrust your tongue into his mouth.
When we caught our breath, he said heartily: “Mom, how can I love you!”
- And I love you, dear, more than anyone in the world! Does the penis not hurt?
-No, that you, everything is very good!
-Here here, below, does not hurt?
-No no!
-So that's great!
-Mom, and you show me your pussy?
- Of course I will! But only tomorrow. And now let's go to sleep, ok?
-Good.
- Come on, stretch your pants, like this, I’ll get a shirt too and sleep. Goodnight!
He fell asleep almost immediately, but I still had time to think, well, wow! His very first time he gave me! And he even has no sperm, he finished on a dry one!
As if we were dead, we slept until dawn, and when the birds were shouting outside the window, I woke up with gentle touches. The kid examined my pussy again. I reached out sweetly.
-Good morning, honey!
-Mom, you promised to show! He recalled right away.
-Raz promised, I will show! - threw the blanket, lifted her shirt. - Here, look please!
-Wow! - he immediately climbed into the island of curly dark hairs. - Mom, and they are just above the pis, they are not at the bottom!
-And nowhere else, just with your armpits a little bit more - and that's it! The girl should be. And then you know what girls are - all in the wool from ear to ear, just like monkeys!
-Fu! - darling son. - But you, mom, you're so beautiful! - and again eagerly stared at the creases of his lips. I felt that they had not completely fallen after yesterday and, probably, looked very appetizing.
-Mom, and what's under them?
- You won't see it anyway now, the light is dim! Let's go to the bathroom. Only I pee now and come.
-Oh, mom, can I see? - Immediately got his son done. - I want to see so much!
-Well, well, you can, let's go!
They came to the toilet, I lifted my shirt, sat down and for some reason I can not start. And the kid crouched in front and looks, just his eyes are burning!
- Mom, come on!
-I can not, dear! I want very much, but something is not going, it does not work!
But it’s not for nothing that I put so much effort into my son! He is a very clever boy, immediately figured out how to help me. And he whispered: “Pis-pis-pis!” And then it splashes! And poured! He even groaned with delight. And I am glad to try, for a minute, lila! I couldn’t even imagine how great it is to piss in front of my son like that! If someone had said, they would never have believed it! When finished, the son declared: “So, everything, the bathroom is canceled! Come back to the room! ”- and thrust it into my nose, tight as a string, pisyunchik. Caught his lips - hot as a sausage and so tasty, salty. What a miracle! Reluctantly let him go.
-Now, honey, let's go, only I wipe out! - tore off a piece of paper, and he even wobbled, almost fell down - that's how all these little girlish sacraments brought him. He grabbed my arm and just pulled me to the bed.
-Come on soon !!
-Well, give, give, do not hurry!
Barely lay down as he jumped after him and already thrust himself where necessary. Quickly learn, well done!
-Do not hurry, do not rush, do not go on fire!
By the way, if it were not for the fire, then there would have been nothing! There would be no happiness, but misfortune helped.
I catch my breath and I say: “Everything, dear, it's time to get ready! You to school, I work. You are a smart guy, you understand yourself that not a word about this to anyone, right? ”
-Of course, mom!
-Well, okay! And in the evening we will continue. I'll show you everything there. And you - me, persuasion? Let's go.
Out on the street - in the north is still smoking. Horror. He has only two steps to go, the school is in the courtyard, and I'm far away. There is time to think. Although what is there to think about - I have never been so happy in my life, never before! But, in general, the place is disastrous. And the husband died, and his parents and all the relatives. There are no longer any beautiful Lyuba, nor that glorious uncle who issued me the documents. There was not enough for something to happen to the son! No, we must get out of here. From work, I called my school friend in Moscow. She lived in the next doorway and has not moved since. The first time I called her after the explosion at the mine, in complete despair. Before that, I had never called Moscow, and even my mother had no idea what happened to me, so I was offended. A friend sincerely delighted me, well, still, because at school we were like sisters. And she said that my stepfather, as he lived with my mother, lives like this. He was not even imprisoned, which I secretly hoped very much. Without batting an eye, I told my mother that I had been sleeping peacefully all night and had no idea where I was going! Well, the mother grieved-grieved and calmed down. So they live. I, of course, understood that I did not go to Moscow and took an oath from a friend to be silent. But since then she called her every six months. And here is a very good news: on the New Year, the stepfather, at last, died, he ate vodka! And the mother has become very old, sick, and very much in need of help. Everything, I can go back home! Yes, they say the truth: there would be no happiness, but misfortune helped!