all sounds but one. From somewhere in the depths of consciousness, the thought began to break through: “This is IMPOSSIBLE. This is also NOT available for mom squatting and WRITING. After all, this is my MOM. I should not see IT. ” With difficulty, I begin to raise my eyes and meet her eyes. She looks straight at me without blinking. This is exactly like a boa on a rabbit. I am numb and cannot move my foot or hand or even take my eyes off her gaze. How long it lasted - I do not remember, maybe seconds, maybe minutes, but it seemed to me - eternity. And suddenly ... She smiles and, in a quiet, apologetic tone, says, "Well, impatient."

FUUUUUUU. As if the mountain fell from my shoulders, instantly my body went limp and I feel like a hot wave rising from the neck higher and higher. I physically feel like blushing. Recovering - turn away. I can only hear the dress rustling, my mother takes my hand and we quickly leave. Maybe I saw something and more then, but I will not lie, I remember only this incredible light-yellow stream and stunning sound. It is he who excites me so far, and not the fact of urination. Now I am sure that this event did not pass by in my subconscious.

I remember, already married, with two children, my wife and I got a new apartment. Enter from the one-room to the three-room at once - this is the mansion. Our belongings are piled in the same room, only the old beds and the sofa are made of furniture. A wife with one child in one bedroom, another with me in another. The apartment is empty, no furniture, no carpets, only the ECHO. Everything is heard, even breathing in the next room. Something could not sleep, time after midnight and suddenly I heard a rustle - this wife in another room gets up and quietly tiptoes into the toilet. In order not to creak once again - it does not even close the door to the toilet. And here I hear this, from somewhere to the pain familiar, - hissing, powerful sound. I hear the jet literally gushing into the faience toilet, then a little dying out and like a last chord - a powerful splash. I can hear the creaking of the seat, the rustle of dressing pants and light steps. She didn’t even wash away with herself so that she wouldn’t make any noise again. Before she could reach the bed, I frantically jerked off already. Such happiness rolled me two more times - well, and then the furniture was placed, the palaces were laid and everything was over ...

Something distracted me memories. Well, let's continue. Where did we leave off? Oh yes: Mom is shy and shy, ashamed of her breast. Maybe someone had such an impression. But it is not. Even rather the opposite. My mother, and even Serezhkina, even more, had a cheerful, sociable temper. They were, what is called, "the soul of any company." We could have a drink on occasion, and could have a puff of a cigarette in the window in the kitchen, though they always made excuses that it was on the stove that something had burned. But with Seryozhka, two non-smoking athletes, it was difficult to hold. And they loved to crack - well, don’t feed you with bread - let your tongues be scratched. Me and Seryozhka lovingly called them “Trandychies” in honor of the eponymous heroine of our family-favorite film “Wedding in Robin”.

Our mothers could sit for hours in the kitchen under a bottle of good wine, thanks to their work, there was always enough good in the house. Only heard the constant laughter from the kitchen. Well, what was it so neigh? We always wondered how they could make any laugh out of any trifle. But be that as it may, we loved our moms. Everywhere we were together. In the cinema together, on the beach together, to Seryozhka, to competitions — together, even to football sometimes went together. But no one dared to call us "mama sons". Let him just try it, immediately try the Sergiy fist. In recent times, our mothers have a new hobby, which, to our great perplexity, they have not shared. They got into the habit of going to the sauna.“Here you will be 16 years old, and then we will take you with you” - they joked at our inquiries about the sauna. Yes, to be honest, it was not very necessary. Here the first adult dream was realized, and you say some kind of bath.

"Jupiter-203" - the production of the Kiev plant "Kommunar": two high-speed, stereo, with two speakers. This can be compared only with the first "Lada - penny." We could not wait. notified all music lovers in the city, agreed to exchange records that we rewrite. After all, Sergey and I almost had our own recording studio poked up. Two tape recorders made it possible to write on each other - no one had to ask. Even on the contrary - we have already been recorded in the queue for rewriting. Among music lovers, the quality of the recording of “Jupiter” was considered much higher than even that of “Mayak”. And the long-awaited day has come. It's still a week before her birthday, but mom said that the tape recorders were already in her back room and it is advisable to pick them up, in order to avoid trouble during a sudden check. Here they are the rudiments of the era of stagnation, the era of total deficit. We spent Saturday lessons as if on pins and needles - we barely waited for the end of classes - and rushed off to my mother in a department store. There we were already waited by a taxi previously ordered by mom (at that time it was worth a penny) into which we loaded the coveted boxes. Literally ten minutes later we were at my house and unpacked our gifts. I remember those sweet moments when I pulled out my Jupiter by the handle. The smell of plastic and lacquered wood (the body was wooden) is still in my memory. Everything else - it was all packed in an extra plastic bag - that's what it means - the subject of the highest class. Two ten watt speakers also in a wooden case harmoniously complement this magic. With delight, we plunged into reading user instructions. In principle, everything was clear: input, output, recording level, volume controls, tones, etc. The study of these instructions was more a magical act than a necessity.

We quickly figured it all out - we connected the tape recorders to each other ... and the cassette rewriting magic began. The recording speed is of course 19 (quality is first of all). I even remember the first concert that we rewrote - it was the “Desolation Boulevard” of the SWEET group. Then there were SMOKIE. This is where our mothers appeared. According to the old Slavic tradition, it was necessary to “wash” new purchases and not to shelter them - mothers quickly built a table for themselves - a bottle of skate appeared (this stuff in the bar always was in bulk), a box of imported chocolates (father always brought from abroad) and the fun went on. Moms did not even object to the sounding music, and the song “What Can I Do” was asked to turn up the volume. Everyone did his own business - we regulated everything, twisted it, listened to it, and our mothers, as always, were on their own wave - something hotly discussed, then whispered among themselves, interrupting it with a loud laugh, then all of a sudden they remembered that they were not alone - they looked in our direction and again they laughed. From the side it could seem like the saying “laughter for no reason is a sign of a fool.” But we knew our mothers - well, they had such a merry disposition.

The recording reached the end - it's time to check the microphones. I connected the microphone to my magician and stuck it in my mother's hand. Mom looked at me in surprise, not realizing what I wanted from her. “You need to check the recording - say something into the microphone,” I muttered, not even looking in her direction. Mom cleared her throat and in the voice of L.I. Brezhnev (she was good at copying his lisping speech) said, "Our dear boys." Everyone screamed with laughter, and mother seriously continued. - Allow me to wish you a happy birthday ... and so on in the same vein. Then, of course, they hooked up Serezhkin the magician and Aunt Sveta took the microphone. She also said something banal about congratulations and added that we’ll all be together in a long-promised sauna. - Tickets are ordered, tables are laid - welcome next Saturday at twenty zero zero. They all applauded in unison - and the fun rolled on.Moms asked for an encore “What Can I Do” a few more times, and by nine o'clock the brandy and candy were gone and everyone quietly dispersed. I also helped Seryoga to drag the speakers home and on that joyful note we broke up.

The week ran quickly - the news about the sauna somehow got lost among worries in search of new concerts, re-recordings, endless conversations about music, etc., etc. Honestly, we still could not believe - that we are happy owners of such cool tape recorders. I think in the city we were the only ones who could boast of such devices (well, except for the high-ranking official).