Dad, mom, and me, together a happy family.

Phase one...

A family conversation with mom.

The recognizable sound of a lock clicking was heard, then, as it opened, the door creaked familiarly. The rustle of clothing, a couple of steps, the door creaked again, now closing.

— Hello! Anyone home? — mom's voice.

— Hi mo... — I exclaimed, looking up from the notebook I was writing in.

— Are you alone? — the question was accompanied by footsteps and the rustle of fabric.

She's undressing, I realized.

— Yes! Dad's not back yet. By the way, he couldn't reach you. He called me. Said they have an event, he'll be back at nine...

— Uh-huh...

Drinking beer again... — mom's voice sounded cheerfully.

Footsteps sounded behind me, stopping next to me, and mother's voice said:

— Did they give you a lot of homework again? I told you, you should have gone to university... You'd be grabbing your classmates' tits now and spitting at the ceiling!

— Oh, come on, mom! You have to study somewhere, and you can grab girls by the tits here too, in your free time from studying, — I said instructively, — and I'm not preparing for classes anyway...

— Oh, Lord, — she seemed to throw up her hands, she always does that when she's worried, — the quallokium again...

— Colloquium, — I corrected her automatically, — no. I have a different thing tomorrow. That's what I'm preparing for.

— Study, son, study! — she patted me on the head. — You're my clever boy! You'll study, become a sysadmin, — and she sighed...

— ... — now I sighed, and again, correcting her, said — a system administrator of computer networks, a sysadmin...

— Well, that's what I said, — she wriggled out, and then, getting flustered, continued — what exam is in November? — and peeked at the laptop.

I, having made another note, turned to her.

— Aha! — she looked at me slyly, — you know it's not good to lie to your elders!

Her face detached from existence, becoming spiritual.

— And who's lying? — I returned from a contemplative stupor.

— Look at that! Watching porn! Forgot about me! Could have at least called your old mom to take a peek with one eye!

I glanced back at the screen. The freeze-frame showed a guy caressing his even younger girlfriend's tits. One with his hand, and the other, sucking with his mouth.

— And you're old? — I couldn't resist, — and who almost gave dad a heart attack on the honeymoon? Come on, more, it was good, but not enough... You can never have too much sex... — I mimicked her.

— Well, I overdid it... — mom got embarrassed, blushing, — but he wasn't home for two whole days! Damn business trips... — justifying herself, she shed a tear.

And then immediately "went on the offensive":

— Don't change the subject! Such a smart guy! — she grumbled affectionately, — watching? — she nodded at the screen, — and alone! — her tone rose.

— Yes, but it's for a reason! — I try to justify myself.

— If I see you jerking off, I'll kill you! — she showed me her fist, — come on, spill it! Or I'll go get the alcohol burner and the pliers! And the needles... — she threatened jokingly.

— But I'm not hiding anything, — I whined.

At that moment, mommy flung open the flaps of her robe and began rubbing her stomach and breasts covered with red marks from the tight corset and bodice.

— Oh, it itches so much... — she complained, — I can't stand it anymore!

I admired her slender body from a purely aesthetic point of view. After all, she is my mom and I respect her.

— I told you — throw that corset away! You don't need it. You're beautiful as you are! — I started the old song, — but you... — I've gotten fat, it slims me down!

She glanced down, even slightly pulled down her panties with one hand, continuing to rub her breasts with the other:

— Look! My belly sticks out! I've gotten fat!

— I can't convince you, — I gently ran my fingers over the supposedly protruding belly, — and where is anything sticking out here?

With difficulty, she gathered a thin fold of fat on her belly, over the muscles, and poking it with her finger, said with satisfaction:

— There! See... — and her face became sad...

— Listen, — I said tiredly, — why don't you go to the public bathhouse and look at the ba... , women there, — I corrected myself, — then you'll see fat ones!

— So what? You were peeping in the women's bathhouse?! — she panicked again.

— No! — I cut her off.

— Now I believe you! Just like your father! He does the same! Said it like he cut it off! — she was touched.

— Stop scratching... Or you'll scratch your skin, it'll swell, it'll be worse. Or better yet, put some cream on, lie down, let your body rest from the "noose".

— I'll go, I'll go, sonny, — she grabbed my ear tightly and pulled, — but you haven't finished explaining why you're lying to your mommy?!

— ... — I sighed heavily again. — It's always like this! Won't leave me alone until she dots all the i's.

— I'm waiting... all ears, — and her gaze began to literally "drill" into me, — and the ear she was pulling turned red.

— I have a friend, — I got embarrassed and corrected myself, — that is, a girlfriend...

— A girlfriend?! — she interrupted me with interest, letting go of my ear, — and you didn't tell me anything!

— Not yet... — I swallowed convulsively, — not yet... Just a friend... — and continued, struggling to find the words, — she wants me to deflower her, — and lowered my gaze...

— A minor, or what? — a metallic ring appeared in mommy's voice.

— No! Her birthday is tomorrow! She's turning eighteen! — I assured her.

— Then, oh! — her voice cheered up, — and so? What's the problem?

— Well, I'm watching how to do it right! — I blurted out.

She looked at me reproachfully, continuing to stroke and knead her magnificent size five breasts.

— And what were you going to see in this box?

— Well... — I drawled, — the technique, the moves, the positions...

— You know, — she thought, — it's all strange with you... She wants it herself... Not a girlfriend... You'd better talk to your father, huh? Of course, it's all "overgrown with weeds"! — her face became dreamy and childlike, — he used to be the "first guy in the village"... Spoiled so many girls before he married me... That's something he knows how to do.

I listened to her attentively, I always liked how she talks when she's excited. Her speech just breathed simple village life. And before my eyes, a green meadow appeared, young girls with rakes and pitchforks, "blood and milk" indeed. Rosy and healthy, big tits "bursting" their blouses. Not like the ones nowadays... Guys with long forelocks in caps and short jackets — "swarming" around them. All of them with accordions and balalaikas! In chrome, creaking boots, and stylishly, with crumpled cigarettes in their teeth... A fairy tale, and that's it!

— Enough kneading your tits! — I exclaimed, returning from my daydreams, — dad will come back and "knead" them for you, and not just them...

— And what don't you like? It's our apartment, I want to — I knead my tits, I want to — I walk around naked! Are you against it?

— Well, no... I'm just sorry if you scratch your skin...

* * *

My relatives are simple people. When we accidentally ended up on a nudist beach in Italy. They just undressed without a fuss, causing an approving hum and admiring whispers among the vacationers. Dad for the size of his organ, and mom for her beautiful figure and large breasts. And then, when some "dark-haired guy" tried to hit on her, he decorated his face so much it was a sight to behold! That's when I said with pride:

— We are from Russia! I am Russian!

Even the beach security guard who approached didn't do anything when dad explained the situation with the "dark-haired guy" to him in purely national idiomatic expressions. He only exclaimed:

— Su! Questi russi fantastici! Quale donna con i petti superenormi! L uomo sano con dick grande! — or something like that...

And he himself looked unserious compared to dad. Short, fat, dark-haired, belted with a belt with handcuffs and a "Bird Cherry" spray can on it, in huge sunglasses, and a baseball cap with a big "airfield" instead of a visor... Plus, his forehead and scrotum shaved bald. beauty. Only now did I notice her clothing... She was wearing a long, but transparent peignoir, as if enveloping her body in a haze. Under it, snow-white underwear was visible. Tiny panties and a soft bra, covering her breasts with a tangle of lace. Supporting them in the air and displaying the snow-white soft hemispheres. Large dark nipples stood out as noticeable bumps in this splendor.

I was in some strange stupor from what I saw. The subtle aroma emanating from her body and hair... And this unreal, unearthly beauty in the semi-darkness of the bedroom. I was physically drawn to press against her back and hug, caressing the most magnificent body.

— Hug me... — hit my ears like "thunder".

Not daring to disobey and wanting it, I pressed against her back. The comb fell to the floor with a dull thud, and... I seemed to wake up, feeling the heat of the pressed body. My arms wrapped around it... And she, throwing her head back, whispered slightly to the side:

— On the neck... Kiss me on the neck and behind the ear!

— Yes... — I croaked, pressing my hard lips to the "swan" neck, covering it with passionate kisses...

She raised her hand and buried it in my hair. The other one began to stroke my leg, trying to get to where the big, hard cock was pressed against her back.

— Mom, I'm so happy... I've wanted for a long time...

She didn't let me finish:

— Shh... — her honeyed lips uttered, — I know, I always knew... — and taking a convulsive breath, continued, — and now on the lips...

Like a puppet, I leaned forward, and she turned her head, and we merged in a kiss! No one had ever kissed me like that... I seemed to dissolve in it. A soft-hard tongue penetrated my mouth and ran across my palate, and I "drank" this sign of passion like an alcoholic who got hold of a bottle! My hands slid over her breasts, and I felt them tense and harden. The nipples "burned" my palms pressed against them. My head became empty, and my heart was beating very fast, tapping out some frantic rhythm...

With great regret, I tore myself away from those lips, convulsively inhaling air.

— Let me stand up, — mom said barely audibly.

But I couldn't, didn't want to loosen my embrace.

— I'm not going anywhere, dear! Let me go... — she laughed.

And only hearing her guttural, rippling laugh, I realized that all this was true. I am hugging. Kissing her and she is responding to me! With difficulty breaking my embrace, she stood up sharply and turned around, the flaps of the peignoir "flew" apart, opening her slender legs and exposing her belly... To which I pressed my face, wrapping my arms around her waist. A "lump stuck" in my throat and I almost cried. Apparently understanding my condition, she ruffled the hair on my head, and her nails sliding over my skin sent a tremor through my