gently massaging your scalp with your fingertips.
Yes, just like in childhood ”- the long-forgotten feelings came to mind. Mom bathed me until the age of twelve probably, in general, until the hair began to grow on the pubic hair. She, however, continued to bathe me for some time, but only washed up to the waist, and then left, saying: “You will wash your own economy.”
Suddenly, with one strong movement, she pulled my head to her, practically putting her nose on my soft chest.

- It is hard on the outstretched arms, in which I vymahal - she explained her act.
I did not resist at all. When mom started washing the shampoo under the shower - streams of soapy water flowed from my head, ran down her breasts, striving somewhere down to my feet, then clean water replaced me and all this time my mother washed and washed my head, involuntarily fidgeting with my nose on his chest. Then she soaped my breasts and stomach, then wrapped me, soaped my back
“Well, and wash your farm yourself,” she suddenly said, and turned away.
Leaving me alone, mom started soaping her head. Well, nothing to do - I took off swimming trunks and began to wash my "farm".

Having poeloziv his tense young man, I caught myself thinking - it would be cool to jerk off, but I certainly did not get to such impudence.
- I wonder how she will wash away? - I thought suddenly - Shake your hands in panties, or remove them and make me turn away.
- Have you finished? - suddenly turned mom.
- And then Aunt Sveta with Shackle is probably already kicking her feet.
- Rush into the steam room - collect all the things - she suddenly ordered.
Reluctantly, I stumbled into the steam room. Gathered a basin, brooms, Panama, an empty bottle of calendula and returned to my mother.
Damn, the most interesting missed. She had already managed to wrap herself in a sheet and with the words: “Help me unscrew, otherwise I do not have enough strength” - she gave me something.

I automatically took it and started to twist it, and when I finished it, I unwrapped it, shook it off and ... I understood - these are my mother's underwear in my hands.
This is another shock for today. The fact is that mom never hung out her clothes for everyone in the yard, It always dried on the ropes in the bathroom, Fortunately the bath was the driest and warmest place in our apartment, Even when Seryozhka or Sveta came, the mom took off her laundry, and after they left, she hung them out anew. When it came time to disassemble and sort the underwear - socks, my underpants and T-shirts always fell to my lot. She dismantled her own only.
And suddenly in my hands - my mother's underwear. I took it as a purely intimate act, symbolizing the birth of some new relationship. From this second I was holding in my hands not mother's panties, but MOTHER'S WORKERS.

Not at all upset that I never saw the sacral act of washing away (she apparently did this while I was collecting things in the steam room), I went to the dressing room, opening the door with my shoulder, as I had a bowl with brooms and other things in my hands.
Squeezing sideways - slowly turned around. Shackle sat quietly on the couch, beside her, with her legs tucked under herself, sat Sveta's aunt.
- Oh, are you already here? So fast? - she said in surprise and grabbed Earring by the hand - dragged him into the shower.
My mother and I were alone. On the table everything was removed. I flopped on the sofa, my mother rummaged in the bag and took out my spare trunks and threw it to me. I began to dress reluctantly.

Meanwhile, my mother also got herself clean clothes, and like on the beach, without taking off the sheets - she wore panties (sorry - panties). She took off the sheets and, with her back to me, began to wear a bra.
- Help - suddenly asked my mother.
- I can not fasten.
I have not yet allocated such lingerie with my mother.Dark burgundy, of a fabric never seen before (guipure, as it turned out), translucent, with ruffles and an elegant red bow in front. A bra is generally a separate conversation. Two poluchashi, covering the nipples are not so much covered breasts, but rather just kept her in a horizontal position, exposing her wonderful hollow.

With inept hands, I coped with the overseas clasp and pulled the devil to ask me.
- And have Sveta's aunt the same? - And why are you interested in? - Mom looked at me inquiringly. - Well, usually dad brings everything in duplicate. Me and Earring, you and Aunt Light.
- Well, yes, only the color is different.
- What do you like Aunt Light? - suddenly asked mom, sitting down in an armchair for drying hair.
“Well, then,” I hesitated, feeling in my mother’s voice that the conversation was taking a different turn.
- Well yes. I saw you not staring at her - mother said coldly.
- Damn, she saw everything - a thought flashed through and I turned away, feeling that the paint was filling my face.

Fortunately, the next second, Seryozhka and his mom fell through the door. My mom was right there and blurted out.
- Here, some are interested, Svetka, if you have imported underwear, and then the bra can help to fasten - finally driving me to the paint.
“Well, Maaam,” I mumbled in response, realizing that my mother decided to teach me a lesson.
Aunt Sveta carefully looked at me and then at her friend and understood everything.
“Yes, I have a specialist here myself, especially on large bras,” Aunt Sveta retorted, clearly hinting at my mom’s chest and making the one in turn turn red.
And then there was a knock at the door: “Ten minutes left - we are going to the exit.”

Mom jumped out from under the dryer and began to fuss. Mothers hurried, quickly got dressed and slipped through the door, instructing us not to forget to put the cupboard in place and put the key in the appointed place. We also got dressed, took bags with the remnants of food and headed for the exit.

All the way back, we discussed what happened.
- I wonder if they will take us to the sauna even once? Bli-and-and-n I would do all the homework in order to be there with them even once, Seryoga dreamily said, that would be great. So after the conversation, we did not notice that we had already reached the house. At the entrance we were met by Serezhkin's mother. In her hands she held a tray, covered with a towel.
“It's only half past nine - we’ll have time to eat a cake,” she pointed with her eyes to the tray. Hooray! The holiday continues.

At home, my mother had already laid the table (the good of the food was left enough), put out a bottle of brandy (we were no longer poured) and the fun started. Again laughter, din, jokes and as if by the way my mother asked.
- Well, kids - did you like it in the sauna?
- Yyy - howled Seryozhka.
- Will you go next time? - put in Aunt Light.
“Of course,” we answered in unison, and our eyes lit up.
“So, you still need to deserve a sauna,” mum cooled our fervor.
- And we are ready - quickly answered Seryozhka.
- What are you ready for? - mother and Aunt Sveta exchanged glances.
- Well ... I am ready to do everything around the house and even wash the floors - Seryoga blurted out.

Moms rolled with laughter.
- I catch the word, I didn’t pull you by the tongue - Serezhkin's mother barely uttered her laughter.
“This is nice, but it’s not enough,” my mother corrected, wiping away her tears of laughter. We exchanged glances with Serega, internally expecting a trick.
- Sauna - this is your reward for your good study. Learn a month without “threes” - at the end of the month all together we go to the sauna - my mother began to explain.
Seryoga even whistled from disappointment. I imagine - he didn’t climb out of the “threes”, and then, bang, and a whole month without the “threes”.
- Well, Irka, you are too - here Aunt Sveta suddenly stood up for us, mostly for her Earring, of course.
For me, that - the burden was feasible - to tense up, though, I would have undoubtedly - but feasible.

- Well, well - my mother appeared - for Seregi there are three “troika” - so be it - four “troika” a month. One per week. But only in the first two months.Further conditions will be revised, as you know, in the direction of tightening.
- Well, and you, young man, of course, no "triples" - she strictly looked in my direction - and the principle of mutual responsibility of course. One blundered - punished obo.
- Well, what do you agree? - having sustained a pause and attentively looking at us, mother continued. - Agreed - I signed up for both of us.

“Do not drift. Break through. I will help you, ”I comforted my upset friend, seeing off home late at night. “The main thing for us is to stand for the night and the day to hold out” - I provoked him with a phrase from “Malchish - Kibalchish”. “In the morning do not oversleep the school” - they parted on that.
(To be continued)