panties, but for me it was enough to notice her hairs, brazenly sticking out on the sides of the panties. But what I saw now in front of me - just tore the brain. Soaked, crumpled - they are ugly tight, like a tow (the length of my palm) hung in front, covering almost half of my thighs. Streams of water flowed over them and streamed down the legs. Suddenly, everything was out of sight. Mom's hand, covered with a sheet, began to wind, a hitherto unseen miracle. No, she did not promakival, as the Aunt of the World, namely, wiped. With wide, sharp circular movements, as if she was rubbing something for herself there. And, oh, a miracle - instead of ugly tow there was a fluffy huge pile of black hair there.

- And when will you shave this disgrace? I’ve cut it to start with - Serezhkina’s mother’s voice came from somewhere at the side.
- And for whom to direct the beauty?
- Ta even for yourself.
- And it will come down to me.
“Now the boys will come in and see your jungle.”

We, as if on cue, recoiled from the door. In a hurry, Serega did not have time to brake her, and she slammed about the joint. With fear, it seemed to us that thunder struck out of the blue (that is, saunas). All right, they were sleeping - they were knocking on their temples. We ran into our seats, stuffing sandwiches as we went.

After a few minutes, mothers appeared. Seregu suddenly became interested in some kind of pattern on the ceiling, I was awakened by an interest in looking at my big toe on my left foot.

- Oh, they burst here in full. If we had lingered a little longer - and only the plate would have been licked - the voice of Aunt Sveta could be heard somewhere above.
“It's good that everyone put everything on the table,” Mama said.

We did not notice with a fright that we had already kicked in the third bootric. Frozen with a half-open mouth, I looked up with fear at Auntie Sveta and Mom. They stood, as if nothing had ever happened, holding their sheets with one hand, the other reaching for the remaining sandwiches. They sat down on the sofa in their usual places: Aunt Sveta opposite me, mother - opposite Earrings. - Phew. It has passed.

Like on a tablecloth on a self-painted table, some salads and a bottle of wine appeared. “Well, just follow the tradition already” - flashed in my head. They drank without toast. “For appetite,” as Aunt Sveta said. Everything was the same as last time, with one small exception. Now the “togs” of sheets on our mothers were not long as mini-skirts, but rather maxi. And they sat, knees tight, all the time, straightening their sheets, reaching them to the knees. Even after drinking wine, they did not lose their vigilance and it was absolutely unrealistic to see something under the sheets, as we did not try.

- Here, we argued with Aunt Ira - suddenly said Seregina mother and looked expectantly at mine.
“Stop it,” Mom replied, displeased.
- But we agreed - surprised aunt of something Aunt of the World.
“Stop it,” Mom repeated even harder and buried herself in her plate, making it clear that she did not want to continue this conversation.
There was an awkward pause.
- Well, then to the pool? - either claimed, or asked Aunt Light.
- You go, I will later. Something is bad to me. In vain we Sveta with you drank before the sauna.
“Oh, that's it - it turns out Mommies have already taken on his chest before that” - I guessed.
- Well, go to the toilet and two fingers in your mouth - unceremoniously offered to light Svet.
Mom looked accusingly at her. Then they stood with Seryozhka abruptly, and moved in the direction of the door.
- You are walking? - Aunts of Light obviously appealed to me.
I thought that now leaving my mother alone in such a state would be a betrayal on my part. - I have not finished the meal - I joked, glad that I had found a reason to refuse.

The door slammed - and my mother and I were left alone.She looked up and smiled in gratitude. Her face was pale — she was really bad, too.
“Maybe in the toilet, really?” - I suggested anxiously.
- Yes, I myself thought. But not at the earring? And here Sveta still with her impudence.

Mom got up and went to the toilet. She came out in about ten minutes pink and clearly cheered up.
- Everything. No more alcohol in the sauna. She snapped, pushing back a glass of unfinished wine.

Then the door flew open and Mom Serezhkin entered.
- Well, here is my friend - clearly apologizing tone said aunts of Light, sitting down next to my mother and hugging her shoulders.
- Yes, like nothing. All, Svetka - no more alcohol in the sauna.
- No, no - not a gramulka. Sober lifestyle.
- You would go to Seryozha, He is waiting for you in the sauna. Take a seat, practice, and I'll sit with my mother - the Light of the Light has turned to me.

I looked at my mother questioningly. Barely noticeable, she nodded her head and smiled. And it became so good after her smile. Well, thank God, it means everything is in order.

Seryoga silently sat on the bottom shelf, legs dangling.
- You yourself? Where's mom?
- Stayed with mine.
- Finally. I have already worn out in these swimming trunks.
In one quick movement, Seryoga took off his swimming trunks and climbed onto the shelf.
- Take a broom, what are you waiting for?

I, without hesitation, also pulled melting. A previously unfamiliar, strange feeling of freedom and lightness flooded over. Yes, there was something about it. Primitive animal, rampant, bursting chest, a sense of freedom. So probably the horses feel when after the winter spent in the stable, in the spring for the first time they break out into a succulent pasture.

The class was to rush through the sauna, splashing barefoot on the tiled floor and with a run for the “bomb” jump into the pool. “Krol”, “on the sea”, “on the back”. We poured and poured along the pool. It was especially cool to swim on your back, watching your member periodically peeking out of the water like a periscope.

During our games, we didn’t see how moms entered the sauna. We noticed them when they were already standing at the edge of the pool. We as a team stand at attention. Here are just hands stretched out not at the seams, and crossed in front, closing our "pride." Proud, however, there was nothing. In cold water, there could be something to consider only under a microscope, and the dim lighting is not particularly promoted.

- Turned away vividly - without emotion, commanded the Light of the Aunt.

We obeyed, and only having heard two loud splashes of water turned around. And here Seryoga decided once again you ... tsya - and smoothly, beautifully arched the body, dove towards the moms. Snow-white butt, like a float, flashed above the water.

- Eh, no, no, no. It will not work like that - she cried out to Light's aunt, feeling for Seguin his head under the water and with all his might, pushing him away from herself.
- What are you doing without panties? Anu ka let's go upstairs. Wash and wait for us in the dressing room. We brought soap and shampoo - you will find it on a bench. - strictly looked at my side mom.

Having set a new speed record, we jumped out of the pool and began to soap our bodies. Naturally, they stood with their backs to the pool, but did not miss the opportunity to look over their shoulders. There, they were splashing like children, their unburned priests, by the way, also occasionally flashed over the water - and that means we shouldn't. Some kind of child resentment began to suck "in the stomach."

After finishing the bath, and throwing the sheets, we walked into the locker room. He flopped into a chair and immediately reached for a sandwich. “Here, on purpose, we'll devour everything so that you won't get anything” - the sweet thought of revenge warmed the soul. Suddenly, without saying a word, they looked at each other ... and rushed to the door.

Bl-and-and-n, Serega again beat ahead, taking the trump position from below. The noise of flowing water, this is what we first heard, opening the treasured door. "They wash" - flashed through my head. The shower was in some two meters from the door, and therefore from us. The forbidden fruit was so close - it seemed to reach out and you can touch the real female flesh.Seryoga was afraid to open the door wider so as not to burn - accordingly the angle was not the most successful. Someone soaped backs, priests flashed before his eyes. I have already distinguished with difficulty - where is whose? Everything changed as in a kaleidoscope. In the end, it was possible to focus on someone's distant half-bent figure. It seemed to be the aunts of Light. Yes, exactly - she is. Putting her foot on the stool, she soaped her ankles. Flowing water obscured everything in a fog. I again envied Seryozhka. Maybe he saw something from below, unlike me.

Suddenly the whole review was closed by someone's soaped priest. Of course, my mother's - no one else, because Aunt Sveta stood away. I did not even understand what happened. The upper part of my mother's body disappeared abruptly, and instead, two wet buttocks leaned even closer to me. It finally reached me (or “the end”) - my mother, bent over, began to wash the lower part of her legs. Having bent, it is an understatement - she practically “broke” in half.

From the seen jaw just dropped. Two white hemispheres slightly rang out to the sides, exposing a brown strip between them. His eyes clung to the bud of her anus, surrounded by small, barely noticeable hairs that became thicker from the top and covered the innermost. Here it is, the goal of all erotic fantasies and dreams. Two thick rollers with appealingly protruding thin strips of internal jaws hiding somewhere between tightly compressed legs. Soaked hair and lather on them did not interfere with the review. The brain with photographic accuracy recorded every moment, every dash, every hair of my mother's ... I do not even want to use all the hackneyed, old, rude words. It was rather from the category of works of art, or rather works of nature. Moreover - her best works.

In the area of ​​the testicles, the familiar tickling began to grow and the sweet bliss to rise higher. "Here's another embarrassment was not enough" - flashed through the inflamed brain. With an effort of will, closing my eyes, I recoiled from the gap and pressed against the cold wall. Seryoga also heavily sank to the floor, and carefully closed the door. We breathed, as after a hundred meter. Our sheets reared and dark wet spots pointed to the place where the heads touched the matter. Sitting silently in the chair, they began to eat half-eaten sandwiches. Jaws chewed regularly, and the brain digested everything he saw.

They walked home, everyone is immersed in their thoughts. But Oboi knew for sure that in a few hours, in the silence of the night bedroom, we would scroll through today's impressions time after time, talking "quietly with ourselves."

At this could be finished. But...