- Svetik, this is something !!! - having a hand on a bulky chest somewhere in the region of the heart, Aunt Marina admired - You have to feel it !!! I have never seen such a thing, not that there ...

For about ten minutes, Aunt Marina, my mom's best friend, shared some unusual news with her while the three of us were sitting in the kitchen. Women drank tea, or rather tried to drink it, because the conversation was very lively, but I silently chewed buckwheat porridge on a bite with fragrant-smelling sausages, listening to their conversation and trying to understand what is unusual they discuss there. Apparently, my presence was undesirable, as my mother now and then with signs used to shorten the aunt Marina, who had entered the rage, looking at me and my plate, wondering how long its contents would be in my stomach.

Not having had time to finish the last spoonful, I was immediately released from the kitchen to “watch cartoons”, which, due to my sufficient age, as I myself considered, didn’t really love that much. Such confidentiality on the part of adults only kindled my already irrepressible curiosity, because everyone knows that the most interesting questions are always discussed by them in private. So I did not intend to put up with such age discrimination. A cunning spy plan, which I immediately put into action, arose in my head and began to develop. Turning on the TV in the hall, I slowly jumped out the back door in the house leading to the courtyard. Then, quietly, along the basement, clinging to the wall, I crept to the kitchen window, wide open from the summer heat.

Gently standing up, I carefully peeked out the open window. Aunt Mrina was sitting with her back to me, and my mother immediately sat down next to her after my departure, and now she was sitting half a turn to the window.

- Svetik, I have caused such a thing in my life! - Aunt Marina admiringly told - Voooot such! I plowed me right up to the glands !!!

In this case, she spread her hands just like a real fisherman, showing the size of the fish caught.

What kind of “reason” is meant and what I “plow to the very glands” I guessed right away. In matters of gender relations, I, like all my peers, was already quite savvy. The topic of the conversation was getting interesting!

Aunt Marina in her colors and piquant details told her mother about the weekend spent in the company of our new country house neighbor, Dagestan Uncle Arsen. Uncle Arsen - a huge dense uncle of 45 years old, appeared literally from nowhere - a year ago he bought a summer cottage, next to ours. Faster than a year, he built a rather large cottage there. I did not have time to finish the interior only, so that he rarely appeared there, and that only on business. But Aunt Marina apparently managed to note it - she and her husband and son Max, my friend and peer, often rested there. As actually we. And it was impossible not to notice Aunt Marina, but for the “person of Caucasian nationality” it was simply unforgivable. At 35, she looked much younger, with a pretty, expressive face and a beautiful sports figure. Moreover, she was able to present all this beauty like no one else.

By the way, the mother did not lag behind her in anything. Girlfriends - the same age did everything together - went to the gym, pool. Mom was even more zealous. As a result, she could always boast of an excellent sports figure - strong ass and standing elastic breasts. Blond curls, big blue eyes, plump lips could knock off not only a man, but probably a medium-sized bull, and finish off a snow-white smile with a “control” one.

- Yes, Marish, lucky you, you will not say anything! Interesting weekend you spend! - with ill-concealed envy in her voice said maman.

- That's for sure! - Aunt Marina purred with a smug smile of a cat who had eaten sour cream - It is necessary to introduce you too!

- Are you joking? - right there my mother booed up - I have my cunt for the time being!

- Oh, come on, Svetik, and you will tell me this !!! You were the first slut to the whole institute! - aunt Marina laughed.

- Well, that was it ... - as a little embarrassed, but maman smiled dreamily - And anyway, whoever remembers the old, that’s Kutuzov!

Hearing this about my mom, to put it mildly, was a shock to me. But for women, the conversation seemed to be the most commonplace. Tighter against the wall of the house near the window, I turned into a rumor.

- Well, still your Leshka in St. Petersburg studied, your glory did not reach him !!! - continued ostry aunt Marina.

- That's for sure, otherwise she wouldn't know who will marry! - mom laughed.

The laughter subsided, for a second there was a pause in the conversation, and there came a plaintive voice - a voice asking for Mamkin:

- Damn, Marin, well, introduce us!

- Here is another conversation! - girlfriend revived - I recognize an old battle girlfriend! Although you do not need to get acquainted with something special! He noticed you long ago.

- In terms of? - Surprised repeated maman.

- In the most direct, Svetik! - Marina assured her - He asked that such a chick is so delicious next door!

- True? - Mom perked up, slightly chilling in a chair.

- Have you thought for nothing your ad is gone? Went all over the cottage, ass twisted naked! - answered aunt Marina with a smile - Or, do you say, it wasn’t?

- Yes, I did not specifically! - the parent began to excuse herself.

- Oh, yes I know, Svetik! Not on purpose! - pinned her friend.

By the way, Aunt Marina was absolutely right. Mama always very diligently watched her figure, so it was something to show her. What actually, at the dacha, she actively and engaged. What a pleasure it was to admire the round, poured halves of an appetizing ass, absolutely uncovered by the thin ropes of the swimsuit — the bikini! Where - where, and to the country, I always went with pleasure.

- So, girlfriend, I'll talk to him, but don't waste your time! Send your peasants on the weekend wherever you want, and get ready, “plow” your “garden” to you for the most I can not! And then I suppose it's all overgrown! - aunt Marina teased.

- Sasha, by the way, can I pick up, let him sit with Max, they won't be bored! She suggested.

- In the light of the emerging prospects, we definitely will not be bored !!! - I thought right away.

- Here you have his phone number, I’ll tell you when to call - Marina’s mother continued to stuff with information - And don’t be afraid, everything will be fine, he’s a cool guy!

The mother only nodded enchantedly, wandering with a dreamy look somewhere far away ...

Apparently having decided that she would have enough impressions for today, Aunt Marina in a gulp drained her cup of tea and, smacking, the maman, who had not left her prostration, was going home.

- All right, girlfriend, come on! Be in touch, I'll call you! She said goodbye and left the kitchen.

Actually, it did not make sense to hang around under the window, so when I heard the front door slamming behind Aunt Marina, I immediately quietly retreated to the hall.

For the rest of the day, the mother fluttered around the house, being in some pensive and dreamy mood, and I knew perfectly well what she was thinking about. Coming from his father's work a little rattled her and brought back from heaven to earth. The whole evening, she, like a wound-up, danced around the folder, asking about his affairs, mood, plans for the weekend.

The father, by virtue of his natural laziness, did not intend to “spoil his day off,” intending to spend it in front of the TV, watching the World Cup. Mummy's cheerful mood immediately faded away ... To be honest, I was also very upset. Skip this show !!! It must have taken place!

The omnipresent Aunt Marina hurried to help like a black cloak, as always. Having received thousands of complaints from a friend about the “hard fate” of a married woman, she decided to take the device of the mamma’s rest into her own hands.

In the middle of the week, my father received a hell of a tempting offer from Aunt Marina's husband to spend a weekend in nature in the company of friends fishing.Take a break from the bustle of city streets and the “heavy burden” of family life. Father adored fishing, and ...