Coming-of-age gift
"Masha, good morning!"
"Good morning, Mom!"
"My sunshine became a grown-up girl today," Mom came over and kissed me on the nose. "Happy birthday, my treasure."
"Thank you, Mom!"
"Come on, get up, we need to go to the store, I didn't buy everything yesterday. Alice is coming, right? No one else from your friends?"
"Yes, Alice promised to come, I didn't invite anyone else."
Mom hesitated a little and asked so uncertainly:
"You remember Uncle Kolya from the next house, right?"
"Um... yes, why?"
"You don't mind, I think... well, anyway, I invited him too..."
I learned about Uncle Kolya about eight months ago when I saw him at our house one evening. Mom's age, nothing special, an ordinary working man, seems to work for the management company, but I never understood what he did. He was a bit shorter than my mom, and Mom is 170 cm, thin, hair with a lot of gray, similarly gray mustache. He was always kind to me, brought chocolates, and Mom looked happy with him, but I still didn't like him, I can't explain why.
"Well, okay, Mom, since you've already invited him, it's fine, it'll be more fun, we don't have many guests anyway."
"Well, that's good," Mom smiled and went to prepare the festive table.
I had seen Uncle Kolya about ten times in total, he stayed at our place for long periods, and I don't know when he left because he was never there in the morning. I wonder if he and Mom had something going on? My thoughts were interrupted by a phone call, it was Alice, she immediately started apologizing, I understood she wouldn't be able to come to the celebration. That's right, Alice and her brother were riding bikes, she fell and broke her arm. The day was ruined. In the end, only Aunt Lena with her husband (my aunt), Aunt Olya (my godmother), and Uncle Kolya arrived at the appointed time. Aunt Lena's husband was the life of the party, and if it weren't for him, everyone would have died of boredom. I was allowed to drink wine, but after two glasses, I realized I just didn't want alcohol right now and switched to juice. Mom, apparently, really wanted to relax, as after about two hours she was already occasionally tipsy. Around 10 PM, Aunt Lena and her husband started getting ready to leave and offered to give my godmother a ride. We sat for another hour, the three of us, Uncle Kolya tried to joke, but he wasn't very good at it.
"Oh, I think I drank a bit too much," Mom said in a slurred voice.
"Galya, maybe you should go lie down?" Uncle Kolya worried.
"Nooo, we need to clear the table, wash the dishes..."
"Mom, go, I'll clean everything up," I interrupted Mom.
"Sweetie, sorry, leave everything until tomorrow, I'll clean up in the morning, just need to put the food in the fridge."
"Mom, it's okay, really, it's not hard for me, I'll clean everything up."
She didn't need much persuading, Uncle Kolya escorted her to the room, and I started taking the dishes to the kitchen. Coming out of the kitchen, I almost bumped into Uncle Kolya and flinched hard.
"Masha, sorry, I scared you."
"Yeah, it's nothing, Uncle Kolya, it's fine."
"Let me help you clean up."
"No need, I'll clean everything up, really."
I was incredibly uncomfortable being alone with him. But he didn't listen, gathered the dirty dishes, and brought them to the kitchen.
"Let me wash the dishes?" he offered.
"No, I'll do it myself," I quickly went to the sink and turned on the water, leaving him no chance.
I wanted him to go home, but I couldn't tell him. I was washing the dishes, he brought dirty glasses, cups, forks, and put them next to the sink, sometimes brushing against me with his elbow.
"Well, that's it, no more dishes left," he came into the kitchen with the last salad bowl and stood somewhere behind me.
"Yeah, thanks for the help..."
"Yeah, no problem, still need to wipe them."
I realized he was standing there looking for a place to put the salad bowl. I moved some of the dirty dishes into the sink, freeing up space. He took a step towards me, touching my shoulder with his, and put down the salad bowl, but didn't hurry to move away. This made me very uneasy, I looked at him over my shoulder, caught his gaze, and then turned my head back.
"How's the mood on your 18th birthday?"
"Well, okay," I didn't know what to answer, and I wasn't in the mood to talk.
"Let me dry the dishes!"
He reached across the sink for the towel, pressing his body against me, took it, and remained in that position. My heart was pounding so hard from anxiety it echoed in my ears. What is even happening?
"Not how you imagined this day, right? Father left, boyfriend dumped you, friend didn't come..."
"She broke her arm," I said quietly.
"Yes, I remember, circumstances, it's all sad, this celebration shouldn't be like this."
"Uncle Kolya, wh...what are you doing..."
I couldn't make out the answer, he was mumbling something, only sometimes I could catch words like "don't worry," "it's okay," "don't be concerned." I wasn't washing dishes anymore, just holding my hands in the dirty soapy water, the stream from the tap was hitting a glass and splashing everywhere. His left hand touched the skin between my shorts and my top with thin straps. I froze, unable to move. And then his palm quickly slipped under the top and squeezed my small breast. I gasped loudly through my nose, and he had already found my nipple and was actively massaging it.
"Uncle Kolya..."
I didn't know what to say, what to do, I just stood there and let him grope me. Uncle Kolya stroked my leg with one hand and kneaded my breast hard with the other. His crotch was pressed tightly against my butt, and I could feel his organ swelling in his pants. He grabbed the edges of my top and pulled it up, so my breasts were exposed and occasional drops of water fell on them. Uncle Kolya, as if crazed, kneaded my breast, tugged and pinched my nipples, then lowered his hands to my shorts and, finding the button, tried to take them off, but the shorts fit tightly on my hips, he pulled harder and they slid down a couple of centimeters, catching my panties too, he started yanking them down in jerks, and on about the sixth try, the shorts fell to the floor, and the panties remained around my knees. His hands were shaking with excitement, he touched my breasts, then kneaded my buttocks. Then I heard the sound of a zipper being undone and closed my eyes. A moment later, a moist tip nudged against my butt, the man took his shaft in his hand and directed it between my legs. The water from the tap had somehow become hot, and my hands turned red, but I couldn't even turn off the water. Uncle Kolya tried to find the entrance but couldn't, I heard him snorting with dissatisfaction, then he spread my legs a bit with his foot and pushed me forward with his hand, making me bend over the sink. Finally, he succeeded, and the tip squeezed into my tight, unprepared pussy. I stared at the water with glassy eyes, while behind me, my mom's friend diligently tried to shove his dick as deep into me as possible. I wasn't a virgin, and it didn't hurt like the first time, but it didn't bring me physical pleasure either. Uncle Kolya was snorting loudly, tightly gripping my hips with his calloused hands. And I cried quietly; this wasn't the coming-of-age gift I wanted. Finally, he pulled out his penis and came on my leg. For about five minutes, he stood behind me, stroking my butt, kissing my back, then led me to the bathroom.
"Let's wash up, so to speak, remove all traces."
He undressed me and put me in the bathtub, took off his shirt, T-shirt, pants, and boxers himself. And only now did I see his flaccid penis with a large, swollen vein. Uncle Kolya turned on the shower, and warm streams of water instantly wet my hair, fast droplets ran down my body. We stood face to face, practically the same height, two people with an age difference of about 25 years.
"Masha, you are so beautiful."
I was afraid to look him in the eyes, I was ashamed. He took a washcloth and soaped it up, then started washing me.
"Uncle Kolya, why did you do this?"
"Masha, sorry, I couldn't help myself, you have such a beautiful body, so young, toned, firm."
"What about Mom?"
"She doesn't need to know, sweetie."
Uncle Kolya soaped himself up and came closer to me, his penis swelled again and pressed against my pubic bone. He took my hand and placed his pulsating organ in it.
"Have you ever done this to a guy with your mouth?"
I shook my head side to side.
"Want to try?"
I shook my head again, watching as his penis became harder.
"Don't be shy," he pulled me down by the hand.
I found myself on my knees right in front of the trembling male organ. He took my head and pulled me towards him. The tip pressed against my upper lip under my nose. I grimaced. He took his penis in his hand and pushed it against my lips.
"Come on, sweetie, open your mouth."
I involuntarily obeyed, opening my mouth and letting the male flesh inside. He pressed hard on the back of my head, forcing me to take his penis deeper and deeper until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. He fucked my mouth for quite a long time; apparently, coming a second time is much harder. Then he lifted me from my knees and pressed me against the cold wall, tried to enter me from the front, but it didn't work, the penis kept slipping out of me. Then he turned me around and made me bend over, slapped my butt loudly, and entered easily. It was rough and hard, not like in the kitchen, he couldn't come for a long time, and my legs went numb. Then he put me on my knees again and, grabbing the back of my head tightly, started fucking my mouth. Sometimes I coughed, he waited a few seconds and fucked again. Finally, he tensed up, whimpered, and came right in my mouth; I didn't have time to understand anything as a stream of semen flowed down my throat and I involuntarily swallowed it. He didn't pull out until he went soft. He lifted me again, washed me, wrapped me in a towel, and led me to the room. I stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, couldn't fall asleep for a long time, everything between my legs burned and itched. I wanted to burst into tears, but I couldn't. After about two hours, I guess, I fell asleep. In the morning, Uncle Kolya was gone. Mom greeted me with a kind smile, but it was clear she felt very bad after yesterday. I didn't tell her anything.