Having made our way through the tangled streets of Simferopol, we finally broke out, as the military said, into the operating room. “Mers” almost rustled tires without a sound on a smooth highway, I turned off the air conditioner, as a fresh, breeze blowing in from the window, which ran here from “The bluest in the world ...”.
Before arriving in Moscow, I lived with my parents in my beloved Sevastopol. My father, a former soldier, retired, soon died, and my mother, despite the fact that she was already a pensioner, continued to work as a teacher of Russian language and literature in high school, which I graduated ten years ago. We didn’t have a big but very cozy house on a quiet Plastunskaya street, decorated with green trees and bushes of blossoming lilacs. Here in the morning roosters sang and smelled of the village.

- Here we are at home! - I solemnly proclaimed, creaking with the brakes of the car at the gate itself. The first rays of the rising sun just started gilding the windows of houses.
“You will not go out yet, but I will go and scare my grandmother, make her a surprise with my sudden appearance,” I told my wife and children, opening the car door.
- How's the gin from the bottle? - pointedly noted my seven-year-old son Kolka, who had read Arabian tales.
“Like the Serpent Gorynych,” corrected his five-year-old Oksana, who had not yet left the category of the Russian fairy-tale kingdom.
- Oh! And you are a talker! - My Ludmila looked around the children with a gentle look. - And you will not be long?
- I'm in a jiffy. It's only five now. The sun above the horizon. Surely Grandma is still sleeping? I'm going to wake her up, ”I replied, taking out the keys, where was the key to the gate.

But, to my surprise, the gate was not locked. I entered the courtyard, tried to open the door of a small one-room outbuilding, but it turned out to be locked, but the door to the house turned out to be unclosed. It was so quiet and warm around that I did not want to leave the courtyard. It was my home associated with the memories of the bright youth.
“Really, does he rummage early in the garden?” I thought, and quietly, on tiptoes, entered the hallway. The faint light of a night lamp streamed from the gap of the ajar door into the bedroom and some strange measured creaking of bed springs could be heard. I looked in and petrified. My quiet and modest beloved mother and all the teachers of the school mom lay completely naked on her back, and between her legs black-haired buttocks danced smartly.

“Are you well, honey?” - quietly asked the man, whose voice seemed to me very familiar.
- Still would! I'm in the sky! I fly...
- You also said when we conceived our Kostya. Do you remember?
- Still would! What son did you get then! And now? Beautiful man The high authorities are held in high esteem. For three years I earned an apartment and got a smart car in the form of a bonus. And the wife himself found a beautiful, sexy. I gave birth to a grandson and granddaughter, clever. Okay. Do not be distracted. Continue to give me this heavenly delight ... Her painfully familiar hands immediately seized these black hairy "balls" and began to press to themselves, working in unison with their movement.
The bed creaked again, accompanied by a loud moan of springs, as if complaining of exorbitant life.
“Lord! Who is it?! How dare he? ”- in my heart everything turned upside down, and I was ready to fly into the bedroom to break this man into pieces, but he had already finished the“ process ”, got up, turned and I recognized the headmaster of my school. I was struck on the spot, because I couldn’t imagine such a thing even in the most terrible dream. I watched him stretch his family underpants and remembered his beautiful wife, Maria Vasilyevna, who was my mother's best friend. I immediately straightened myself at the thought of a quick reprisal against him and my backside, slowly backed away towards the exit. On the street, the children were already at the gate, and to my wife’s questioning look, I shook my head.

- Not at home.Probably rushed to the central market. Therefore, we will drive up a little later, but for now I invite you to the car, now we will take a ride to the beach in the Omega Bay.
- To the beach?! That's great! - son quickly climbed into the car.
“I want to go to the granny,” said the daughter, trying to open the gate. I immediately stopped this unwanted intention, picked it up and handed it over to my wife.
When the car was already turning the corner of a neighboring house, I slowed down and left.
- What happened?! - worried wife.
- Nothing special. Check the right rear wheel. Something is driving the wheel ...
I sat down and pretended that I was carefully studying the wheel, and at that moment I saw a man of solid growth come out of the gate, glanced roundly around, jogging across the road and disappeared into the courtyard of a neighboring house.
“Well, and things? From you, Nikolai Timofeevich, I never expected this! ”- I thought, and went to the door.
Strange, but in those moments I lost the desire to finish with him. Besides, as it turned out, he was my father. “So why am I still Kazachinsky and not Temeshev? However, this is not so important. The main thing is that my mother is good with him, but for the rest let them figure it out. That's just a pity for Maria Vasilyevna. The woman is beautiful. I would not mind trying it myself ... ”, - the dirty thoughts in my head were confused.

- Who was that? The wife asked, looking anxiously into my eyes.
- Where?
- You yourself know where ...
- Aaaa. So this is my former school director Nikolai Timofeevich Temeshev ... We met in the garden. He was also looking for his mother: the matches in their home were over ...
“I told you, I told everyone that Jin would fly out of the bottle,” his son's eyes gleamed triumphantly.
- Not. Snake Gorynych, - protested her daughter.
“The second is more suitable,” the wife summarized, and we set off.
... There was no parking on the beach, and we went to the “Wild Beach”. Unloaded, my wife began to cook breakfast, and I with the guys started preparing the craft. Having built a “Frog” for them, this is a small lake, fenced off from the sea by a barrier of stones, I swam a little and, going ashore, lay down on the stones, face down. Sad thoughts continued to prevail over me.
"So. Arrange everything on the shelves. It turns out that in reality I am not Kazachinsky, but Temeshev. Why? Yes. Mother was the first beauty when she came to school after graduation. She looked very much like the beautiful actress Pechernikova, who was known at that time, and the young mathematician, who had high hopes in her career, did not have much difficulty in seducing her colleague at work. There is no betrayal. And with her father, her mother met literally a week later and could not resist the lieutenant, a submariner who had just completed the Sevastopol Nakhimovka. And there service in the north, the father - in the sea, and mother alone with the son. When I was seven, my father was transferred to Sevastopol, and the mother returned to her native school, where her lover was already the head of the school. My father grew up in ranks and titles, and Nikolai Timofeevich Temeshev, becoming a school principal, our favorite teacher, marrying a beautiful and intelligent woman, continued to love my mother, who melted like a candle, secretly obediently exposing him to her slender body. The father must have died without knowing who his young bride really got pregnant from then. ”

- Why are you quiet? Something happened?! - his wife's eyes sparkled anxiously.
- Not. All is well...
- But I see that you yourself are not your own ...
- I'm just tired of turning the steering wheel and a half thousand kilometers ...
- Let's go home. You need to sleep well and everything will fall into place, - my wife leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I felt that she wanted me, because when she wanted “This,” she kissed me like that, sucking my tongue in her small, almost childish mouth. And I understood ...