Family history.

Part one. Maria Sergeyevna.

“'The abyss has opened, the stars are full.

The stars have no count, the bottomless pit! ""

Chapter 1. My life.

My name is ... let's say ... Anton. As they say, he was born in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, in a small oblast town "'N'", in 19 **, in the 60s of the last century. He studied in high school number 1, and pretty good. Not an excellent student, but without triples. Always rescued the memory. I remembered everything from the first time. In childhood, and then the school went in for sports, swimming. He did not become an Olympian, but he retained a good relationship with him all his life. "Of the nobles," a joke. The family is not one of the last in the city, the father is the chief engineer at the plant, the mother is the head of the city library. But the conversation is not about them. Let's just say the family was not from the poor. Graduated 10 classes, and went to college. Not in our city, in the regional center. I have been taught for two years, when all this happened. He studied, as in school - normally, received a scholarship, 55 rubles, and even the ancestors threw up. He lived not in a hostel, rented a room. The hostess, a lovely old woman who looks like my grandmother, can be said to have accepted me into the family. At the very no one was. He lived in full board, and even washed me. He paid money to pay a penny, but I think that even if he had stopped paying, she would not have kicked me out, and would not die of hunger.

In general, she didn’t need money, she had to take care of someone. I did not abuse it. And a year later, we lived like a grandson and a grandmother. So I introduced her to new acquaintances. My grandmother is Kate. She was not against it. In the summer she came to visit us, her parents were glad to see her. In general, everything was fine. If she was guilty she scolded me, but did not forget to praise on occasion.

From time to time, when there was a desire, I ran in the morning. The blessing lived not far from the park. It is such a pleasure to run in the morning forest, not to any where not in a hurry. Soon I joined the company, just like me lovers. We ran together. It was not a permanent group. Members of the group came when they wanted, sometimes not appearing for weeks. This was done for the soul, and only part of the body. Back in the first race, I noticed two people, as I later learned: mother and daughter. Almost one growth, stately. Beautiful priests are covered with the same sports pants, tight-fitting. Sneakers on their feet. If it was warm, then mom ran in a T-shirt. She had pretty big breasts. The daughter ran in a topic, her forms were one size smaller. In cold weather, everyone fled to their sweaters.

After a while we met. Mother called Maria Sergeyevna, daughter Vera. Both turned out to be good conversationalists, it was pleasant to talk with them. I began to visit them, they lived nearby, in one block. Honestly came just like that. Maria Sergeyevna worked as the head of the supply department of a large plant, and Vera, when we met, finished school. I became acquainted with my father, Nikolai Stepanovich. He worked at the same factory as a service engineer, and often went on business trips. And traveled all over the Union. By character, they were like fire and water. Maria Sergeyevna imperious and purposeful nature. With a goal, she always got her way. Nikolai Stepanovich is kind and gentle, avoiding any confrontations, and Vera was completely under the addiction of the mother. Verkhovila in the family of Maria Sergeyevna. Let's say we became friends. I didn’t pay attention to Vera at all, like a girl. By my standards, she was still young.

Chapter 2. Intoraya part «Merlezon ballet«.

I finished the second course of the institute, and moved to the third. Vera graduated from high school.Maria Sergeyevna asked me to help Vera with the preparation for entering the institute, where I studied. Only an economist. I took the matter seriously. We studied with her every day for several hours. During this time, we met better, and Vera became pretty. I began to strike her. We began to go to the cinema, walk in the evenings and on weekends. In general, the process of courtship unwound in full. The truth is further than stealthy kisses in the stairwell, not advanced. But I noticed that Maria Sergeyevna began to treat me differently. Not worse, but somehow not. I did not attach any importance to this. Vera passed the entrance exams and entered the first course. First, after Vera entered the institute, we all wanted to go to the country for a week. But I did not succeed. Baba Kate fell ill, and she had to be cared for. She became almost dear to me. And Maria Sergeevna started a revision at work. So Vera and her father went to the dacha, and we promised to drive when everything was settled.

A couple of days later, Maria Sergeyevna called me and asked me to come in at night, at seven o'clock. She said she needed to talk to me, but did not explain what. Just added that the conversation is not a telephone. In the evening I came to Maria Sergeyevna. She was in a home robe and was cooking dinner. Invited me to join. I have not refused. On the table was a bottle of Napoleon cognac and a glass. Seeing my opinion, she told me that with the revision she was not all smooth. The storekeeper was caught stealing, tried to stipulate her. But now finally it turned out, he admitted everything. And in the theft and that he tried to substitute. That drank from the nerves. And then she added, will make the company ?. I agreed. She took out a second glass, chocolate, and sliced ​​lemon. I poured and we drank. Chatted about this and that. And they drank the second. Then, under the brandy, they began to have supper. Conversation as it turned on the topic of incest. I expressed my opinion, Maria Sergeyevna mine. We agreed that between close relatives it is not permissible. Then the conversation turned to more than one blood relatives. Without a second thought, I spoke about the possibility of such. After that, the conversation turned to my relationship and plans for the development of these, in relation to the Faith.

I said that I like her as a girl, but I did not undertake any plans, much less actions in this regard. Maria Sergeyevna, possibly under the influence of drunk, began to explain to me how she loves her daughter, wants her happiness, and would do anything if only she was all right! Then after a pause, she added that she would like to know better what I imagine. As a man, of course. It shocked me a little, but the alcohol made itself felt, and I jokingly suggested that she check it out. Honestly, I thought to the last that it was just “verbal diarrhea” after a hassle at work. How wrong I was! We still drank, and I began to get home. She got up, walked over to the window, and looking into it, said softly that if I left now, I would never again appear in this house. After that, I, figuratively, "sat on the ass!" Knowing her character, I was sure that it would be so. In addition, she was very attracted to me as a woman, and I hadn’t had a single woman for a long time.

Having actually gotten a blank check, I approached her. And spitting on all the consequences, just hugged, pulled to him and kissed his ear. She stood transfixed, and I felt my whole body trembling. Then I tongue tickled her ear, and when she startled, she started kissing her neck. My hands fell on her chest, and squeezed tight. They were big and soft. The palm is not enough to cover them. There was no bra on it. Through the fabric of the robe, I felt how tense her nipples were. Hard beans, they protruded through the fabric. I took them with my fingers, and gently squeezing them gently twisted. She moaned, and at that time I was kissing and caressing her second ear with my tongue. I felt her soft fall and cuddle up against my already rising member. Crouching over her shoulder, I kissed her cheeks until I reached her lips.

Our lips met and merged in a kiss. Kissing was not so convenient, and she, without tearing off my lips and not breaking her arms, turned to face me. The robe fabric has moved ...