Chapter One When Sveta came to eat, her face was all crying. There were no tears, but the swollen red eyelids spoke for themselves. She sniffed and sat on the stool.

- What are you doing? - asked her mom.

“Nothing ...” Sveta grunted gloomily and grabbed the spoon.

“Sveta,” Mom began resolutely. - You are not the first time coming from school in tears ... What's the matter? You can tell me - after all, I am your mother ... You never hid anything from me, I told you about my period, and about the relationship between boys and girls ... Well, there were no secrets between us ...

Sveta silently ate soup, looking straight ahead.

- Or ... - here mom even choked on her own assumption. - Or you ... raped, right? Not?

Sveta angrily looked at her mother and curled her lips.

“No,” she muttered deafly, “did not rape ...”

“Then ...” began her mother, but her daughter interrupted her:

- They tease me, Mom, almost every day, if they don’t forget ... Do you know what they call me? ... Board - two nipples! Here's how! ... All the girls in the class already have at least small tits ...

“Breasts,” her mother mechanically corrected.

- G-chest ... And I have everything left, as in kindergarten ...

- Well, that's not true! - strongly objected mom. - Oh, something, and ... your breasts are not at all like that ... And then, you are still not quite adult, you will grow up ... these ...

- Yeah! - aggressively bristled Sveta. - Look at Tanka Kamanina, they don’t fit in a bra ... And in physical education classes I’m standing at the very end, not because I’m a little tall, but because ...

“I know, I know,” her mother interrupted. “But you still have time, and then — did you really see Kamanina’s breasts?”

Sveta looked at her mother in surprise.

- Of course, no! ... It's not customary to show tits to each other! ..

- You see now! Put some cotton wool in there and also say that you have a breast ... breast, like a dairy cow, and you don’t show it to anyone! ... After all, you haven’t taken it that way ... - mother slandered.

- Well, I do not know ... - Sveta stretched thoughtfully, and again began to take her soup.

- What is there to know? - mom shrugged her shoulders. “I would have done that if I were you ...”

She got up from the table and reached for the fridge.

“Mom ...” Sveta said quietly. - Is it true that I will also have the same ... how are you?

The woman looked at her robe and blushed slightly.

“Well ... of course,” she answered uncertainly, pouring milk into a glass. - True, maybe not the same form, the nipples are there ...

“And show your breasts,” the daughter asked, still quietly.

Mom was completely embarrassed, her eyes startled around, and her hands involuntarily covered her dressing gown collar. An unusual request from her daughter took her by surprise, although she had long been preparing for this kind of talk.

“Of course, why not,” Mom finally decided. - After all, someday you will still see ... them ...

With feigned indifference, the woman opened the top of her robe, revealing her beautiful shoulders and, dragging them, a snow-white bra. Having bent off one of the cups of the bra, the mother pulled out a rather weighty chest. The woman looked as if she was going to feed her foolish child with milk.

Sveta, also slightly embarrassed, carefully examined the part of the female body shown to her, and then gently touched her finger to the convex nipple in the center of a huge dark brown circle of irregular shape.

“Big ...” Sveta said, examining her mother’s chest.

- And you have? - The woman asked quietly, suddenly excited by this scene.

Sveta saddened and displeasedly unbuckled her blouse and lifted her shirt. Two flawlessly round hillocks with sharp pink ends on the place of the nipples opened to the eyes of the mother. Her daughter’s breasts were indeed small, especially in comparison with her own, which her husband sometimes affectionately called “mark” ...

“Stuff the wadding,” Mom repeated her advice and took off her robe.

- Yeah, - answered Sveta, also lowering the shirt. - I'll try ...

After lunch, Svetka did her homework, skipping difficult tasks and leaving her boring geography for the evening, and then ran for a walk with the girls. Olga Grigorievna, Svetkina's mom, hearing the front door slam, quickly wiped her hands with a kitchen towel, swept the floor and sat next to the telephone. After talking to the phone for a minute, Olga Grigorievna smiled crookedly and went into the room to change her clothes.

The woman, torn on the back of her bra, was replaced by a tight, pale pink color. He was a little uncomfortable, but handsome to the point of insanity. Svetkina mom dreamed of finding a pair for him - the same gorgeous panties; in the catalog they looked breathtakingly, but they were worth it ... Therefore, Olga Grigorievna limited herself to white, with thin straps on the hips. “Her husband's panties once called her“ prostitute rags, ”but nevertheless loved her very much when his wife wore these clothes for the night. For she very excited him ...

Olga Grigorievna wondered if she should wear tights, because she was only going to the next door, and decided not to wear them. Carelessly smearing with makeup, she wrote a short note home and fluttered out of the apartment in anticipation of a new meeting. Chapter Two ... A strong wind was blowing that day.

Having taken time off at work, Olga Grigorievna properly took up household chores, cleaning, and so on. When Natasha Trefilova unexpectedly came with her Jack, then Svetkina's mom was in the very least of “parking”.

- Relax! - Olga Grigorievna demandingly told her friend, pointing to slippers. - And wash your paws ...

Trefilova’s lips twisted in displeasure, but the owner of the apartment busily spoke “quickly, quickly!” And let them out into the bathroom. Listening to the sounds of pouring water, Olga Grigorievna carefully rubbed the crystal dishes in the closet. For some reason she especially liked this process. She breathed deeply on a thin glass and with a slight squeak was washing all the rainbow stains from the walls of the dishes with a special cloth.

The thick nose of the Rottweiler unexpectedly poked Olga Grigorievna in the right thigh, and she almost dropped her glass.

- Ugh on you, dog! - in a low voice swore a woman and put the glass on the shelf. - Go away! ... Did you get your paws washed? ..

Jack did not pay any attention to her exclamation and again buried his wet nose on the other thigh. His big eyes slid up and down. The dog seemed to appreciate the woman.

- What do you want? - Mom impatiently asked Svetkina and made a step towards the kitchen.

The Rottweiler, as if on a thread, followed her, and when Olga Grigorievna bent down to pick up a broom from the floor, the dog with its neat pressure stuck in her face exactly between the legs of the woman.

“Aw! ...” the landlady squealed involuntarily, straightening. - What are you - become crazy, or what?! ... Natasha! Natasha! ..

A girlfriend with wet hair and in her bathrobe jumped out on her cry from the bathroom.

- I washed your head here, nothing ?! And then we have water ... Why are you screaming?

With difficulty breathing her breath, Olga Grigorievna looked at Jack. The dog looked slyly with its black, like ripe cherries, eyes on both women in turn.

- Did Jack scare you? - asked Natasha, violently rubbing her hair with a large towel. - Jack! Wow, bitch, I love you !! ..

- No, - hastily ...