Going to the window, I otopypyv up the ass, leaned on the windowsill and thoughtfully swaying it from side to side, began to look at the autumn street. It was drizzling drizzling outside, just like last year at the same time, when my son Igor returned from the army ...
And what do young guys find in me? Of course, in my 48 years old, this flatters me, but I still wonder what the matter is.

Going up to a large mirror in the hallway, I opened my dressing gown and meticulously looked at my reflection — nothing special. Vaughn and tummy protrudes and the boobs are no longer sticking out like young girls, and the legs, although still quite slim, but also with a touch of cellulite ...
I lifted up a short pink nightie and stretching my legs, arched forward with a pelvis exposing pubic hair overgrown with black hair, no, unlike gray hairs, it wasn’t there yet, and rightly so, there they are 14 years younger. Or at 13? I do not remember already.
She put her palm on the pubis and with two fingers pulled the skin up and out of the mirror at me, with a wry grin looked wary, as expressed by the current youth "pussy", covered with curly hair. True, when I saw it, another word was spinning in my tongue, stronger, but being sure that dear readers certainly know which one, I will not use it.
Well, here too, as if there is no reason why the guys “fall into piles” - hairy, spongy and snotty ... well, in short, this is what a normal healthy woman should be.

She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder — the usual big white “buns”, with the same black hair looking out between them. I do not even know if it is beautiful, but men seem to like that.
Maybe I somehow look and talk to them in a special way, or do some imperceptible fluids or smells emanate from me? But the fact remains that young men and guys for some reason immediately see me as a sexual partner.
All right, I’ll finish the description of my forty-eight-year-old “merits”, and I’ll leave all the scientific guesses about the fluids to our learned doctors. Now, lowering the nightie, you can sit at the computer and while my husband Petya runs somewhere along the bank with a spinning, tell about what happened exactly a year ago.

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When I opened the door, not one soldier stood on the threshold, but two for all.
One of them was my son, and the second one was taller, seemed to be familiar from the photographs that Igor sent us from the unit.
“This is my friend Roma, he has a transfer in our city, but the train will be only tomorrow. Nothing if he stays with us? Not at the station as he sat for almost a day. “- quickly, according to the military, the son reported.

“Yes, of course, of course ... take your clothes off and walk into the room while I prepare the table.” You can wash right off the road if you want. “- Hurriedly, so as not to be suspected of inhospitableness,” I said. The time was already well past noon, probably in the late afternoon, probably, and in my kitchen “the horse did not roll”, although the products and vodka were bought in advance. But it was necessary to cook it all, cut and arrange.
“Ma, bring a dry towel to Roma, otherwise there was only one” - Igor had already washed himself and his friend went to the shower after him. I took out a new towel from the wardrobe in the bedroom and opened the bathroom door a little, and put my hand with it inside.
- “Thank you, Aunt Lyuba” - I heard the sound of water and I wouldn’t have had it if I hadn’t squinted my eyes, imperceptibly looking into the steam-filled shower.

All this took only a few seconds, but the direction of my look in advance was so accurate that they were enough to see what I wanted. Well, where else can a woman’s gaze be directed in the first place, at the sight of a naked, young and handsome man? Well, here I am about the same ...
The view of the Romina reproductive organ made a pleasant impression on me.A tool hung between his legs, not very thick, but 18–19 centimeters long with a beautifully proportional open head, behind which were large, drooping eggs. It was impossible to look at it longer, but that was enough to feel some excitement below ...

An hour later, a friend of Igor Vika came running up, all overdressed and also joined our festive feast.
“To the peasants, it’s that“ the elephant’s pellet ”- Peter swaggered, pulling out from under the table and printing out the second bottle of vodka, but I had known well for more than twenty years his abilities both in the“ libation ”area and in everyone else. From his youth, he didn’t particularly indulge me with “love”, and now he certainly hastily stuck it in haste once a week and considering that marital duty was fulfilled, a fishing run.
Otherwise, he was a good and kind man, well, and as far as possible I tried to correct these “minor flaws” myself, or rather, correct them.

Igor and Vika, leaning towards each other, constantly whispered about something.
“Mom, we will go with her ... and in the morning we will return.” Let Roma spend the night on my bed. I can linger and not have time to say goodbye to him, so you can see him off, okay? ”- with these words he took his hand to Vika, got up and they left the table.
It was still too early to sleep, and the three of us remained sitting and talking, drinking beer and occasionally chewing various small snacks from time to time. After another hour, as expected, my Petya began to deflate, trying to tell something about the Soviet army and his exploits while fishing in a stranded language, but I already knew that it was time to put him to bed before he fell asleep right at the table. Smarting to a shameless drunken lie, I grabbed his arm and led him into the bedroom, where, pulling off something like clothes, he helped him to lie down. Touching the pillow over my head, my husband still muttered something a couple of times and finally snored safely, turning completely into one known virtual reality.

In order not to waste time, I immediately went to my son's room and made a bed for Roman. Frankly, I didn’t have any plans for a friend of my son, despite all his “dignity”, and therefore returning to the kitchen, I immediately invited him to wash his face and also go to rest, so that he could be alone there. tidy and wash.

Having collected everything from the table, I carried the dishes to the sink and began to wash them while Roman in the bathroom was getting ready for bed. But for some reason he did not go immediately to the room prepared for him, but returned to the kitchen again.
“Let me help you Aunt Lyuba, otherwise it’s not much hunting to sleep,” a voice suddenly came out behind my back, making me even startled by surprise.
- “Yes, there is nothing special to help here, but you can sit with me, and then we will drink 50 grams more if you want. “- without turning, through the noise of pouring water, I replied. Instead of answering, he suddenly came up from behind and put his palms on my chest, which is why I froze for a moment, but then pulled herself together and quietly said to him: "Do not play around, otherwise you will get ... you bother me. Pour us a little bit. "At the same time, she angrily shrugged her shoulders from side to side as if trying to free her big boobs.

A few minutes later, having finished with the dishes, I wiped my hands and sat at the table where there were already filled glasses. Even from here you could hear a drunken husband snoring in the bedroom.
“He will drink too much like that always like this ... now you can't fall asleep until the morning,” I complained, and drank vodka in small sips.
- "And you go to bed ... with me, I do not snore." “- Roman looked at me with innocent eyes.
- “Have you completely gone crazy Roma? I imagine the husband will wake up in the morning, and his wife is lying in bed with a young guy, and even a friend of his son ... oooh ... Have you been thinking for a long time? Ha ha ha. “- his directness and naivety really made me laugh. We were silent for a bit.
- "Tell me honestly, do you really want that? ...Okay, you can not answer, but I forgive you because you are not rude and I like it. "Then she added, trying not to look at him:" It's too late. Go to bed, good night. "The novel did not object, rose from the table and with a frustrated look ...

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