keys, wallet - lay on the pier glass. Already put her hand on the switch - looking - the door is not closed and I hear someone inside. Quietly I push the door and see my Bear is standing in front of the washstand. Panties down to the knees - the right hand and flies in front.
- Yeah, I think - again jerking off.

I raise my eyes - above the sink, the mirror is hanging - I see, I already rolled my little eyes with pleasure ... and something is holding near the face. I look - and I don’t believe my eyes - my yesterday’s panties. A dirty laundry tank stands in a bath - there is no other place. Yesterday I had my pants in front of the bathroom and threw it into him, of course. That he got them ... and snuffs.
I was just dumbfounded. One part of the brain insists - break into the bath now and unfasten it with these panties in the muzzle. And the other part of the brain asks - do you have clean underpants? ... You know, girls, what I mean. Here I look - my Bear’s knees trembled, he got up on his toes and ends up in the washstand. The eyes open and look at me in the mirror. Repin's painting "Sailed." I feel — I am beginning to blush — I slammed the door — and into the street.

- I run and think. It means that I accidentally spied on my son - I should be ashamed, but he, the bastard, for jerking on mother panties - is not ashamed. I will come home - I will deal with it completely.
Towards evening I just got home, I went back to the store, I got loaded up - barely dragging.
- Anu help your mother - like a bark from the threshold.
Ran, bag grabbed. While undressing, I pushed everything through the refrigerator.
- Garbage made? Washed dishes? - I did not let up.
Another time I would have listened to hundreds of excuses, but now, in silence, I grabbed the bucket and out the door. Began to cook dinner. He returned from the street, quietly, without a single word, washed all the dishes, wiped and laid out. This has never happened to him. He sat at the table - he did not tear his eyes from the plate. I never looked at me.
- Yeah, I think that feels a cat whose fat has eaten.

In short, girls, my Bear has become quieter than water, below the grass. And how I burst. Every morning - he list in the teeth of homework. - And do not care what your exams. Try not to do it and try to bring at least one “troika” for the exam. I do not know what to do with you. I really did not know what to do with it. Father tell. So drunk only porzhet and more drinking companions tell, and there the whole city will know. It's a shame how. So a week has passed.
And on Saturday, I completely finished my Bear. She left money on the table and a note: "Buy white paint and paint the window in the bathroom." I come home - the window is painted over. I even felt sorry for him. The last buzz guy deprived. But every cloud has a silver lining. He told me, girls, all the homework that had accumulated over the year - he redid this week. He hung up the shelves, repaired the iron and the vacuum cleaner, cleaned the basement, well, and redid everything — there was nothing to do. What I do not ask - all silently performs. It is necessary - the linen with me in the yard hangs up, it is necessary - it goes to the store with me, and drags the bags back. I can not rejoice at the assistant.
Well, that unfortunate Sunday has come. We finished our audit. I still don’t know where we are. Whether they were not given on the basis of, or they did not keep track of the buyers, or someone stole from their own. In short - we have a specific shortage. They threw off with the girls quietly, they brought in the cashier, the checks struck.

Returning home evil as a panther. I thought to buy myself boots - what the fuck boots. Almost all salary pawned. And then there's the heat. I open the door, shoes in the corner - myself in the bath. I see - again my Bear in front of the mirror is adorning. Again bastard jerking - I think in the hearts. Well, here I could not stand it. Bursting into the bathroom.
- Are you jerking off again? Maybe this is not enough for you?
I take off my pants and put it under his breath. My Bear turns around - a toothbrush sticks out in his mouth. Stripped only to the waist. Panties in place.I look - his eyes become damp - here, here he will cry. He jumped out with a bullet - and into his room. Only the door and slammed, even the plaster fell down. I sat on the edge of the bath, pulled my panties in my hands and thought: “What am I doing, old fool? This is how a guy is about anything, no reason. ”

She crept to the door of his room - not a sound. I go quietly. My Bear is lying - only shoulders shudder. Sit down side by side. Waving my head and making excuses.
- Sorry, son. Mom's in a bad mood. Broke off.
And I talk about our shortage, about the whole week of nerves, about the pledged money, about the boots. Suddenly my Bear jumps up - he hugs me tightly.
- Sorry mommy. I will never do this again.
And he himself roars. I feel - my entire shoulder is already wet from his tears. And I felt sorry for him so. She pulled him to her, stroked him on the head - I reassured him - well, just like in childhood, when my knee was broken or something else. And it feels so good for me - as if I returned ten years ago.

- I see the column is on, the water is warming. Go swimming, probably going? - I gently ask him.
- Not. This I warm for you. I know that you will come home from work tired. Take a shower from the heat.
Well here, girls, I myself roared like a beluga. The child is waiting for me from work, he has prepared a bath for me - and I have sweaty my underwear for him. Sit - roar oboy.
- Do you want? I like you in childhood - I buy. Do you remember? How did your mother bathe you? - I suggested suddenly for no reason at all.
- Run - get water in the bathroom. I'll be there soon - I quickly spurred him, slapping on the pope.
I wanted at least a couple of minutes to be alone, to gather my thoughts.

I really bathed him for a long time, until one day I felt her piping in my hands swelling. After that, I washed only my head and back. I look - I still have panties in my hands. I shoved them into my pocket and went to the bathroom.

She washed his head, neck, hands. - Well, get up. We will wash the back. My Bear gets up, quickly turning his back to me. But I managed to notice that - “household” with him - be healthy. Well, as if my father had gone to my place, I proudly say to myself. I saw once in my childhood in the bath of my daddy. His front, like a stallion hung. Certainly - not in my morel succeeded with his "stub" half-soft. My back means to him. Ass, legs. I embrace my chest too, by chance myself - and I will touch his pips, two - and I will. And I can't think of anything myself. I feel - standing by my Mishani - like a stake.

- All farther myself. Adult already.

And her hands quickly wash, and away from the bathroom.

- And do not forget to wash the head - not automatically, I throw it over my back.

- So in fact the head has already been washed.

I raise my eyes and see - looking at me like a ram at a new gate.

- Yes, not the head, but the head - I explain, and suddenly I begin to understand that he does not understand what it is about.

- Well, yes, I’d be a normal father, not a drunk - I’d take my son with me to the bathhouse and explain everything. So to him, after all, with drinking companions, beer and vobla interesting.

- Turn to me - I say with irritation.

The little girl turns around, and I see that for a long time he is no longer a boy. In front of me there is a real man and in confirmation of this, his “pride”, swaying, looks at me.

I take, as I did, with my soapy hands - one by the trunk, the other higher, and wean the skin on the head. My Mishan hissed, his teeth locked - it probably hurt.

- Nothing, nothing. Be patient.

And I myself think: “even if phimosa was not” and slowly: let it go, then pull it again. A little bit, a little bit, and the head began to appear. Big, red. Here is the last spurt - and glans penis (head of a member in Latin) in all its glory outside.

- You see what you have going on here - showing him on the white cheese-like mass, accumulated under the head.

- These are all products of your discharge. If you don’t wash it regularly, you’ll end up getting infected, as a real doctor, I dryly explain to him.

I lather my hand additionally and begin to wash it there. I mumble something to him about phimosis, about infections, but I myself feel it: it flows through my legs. And Mishka bit his lips, closed his eyes ... and suddenly he splashes.

Well, here, girls, all in slow motion movies.A tight white jet rises to the level of my eyes and slowly, through a parabola, slowly descends directly onto my dress. We look both, as spellbound. Then I come to myself - a member sharply to the side. The rest was on the tiled wall. I girls, sperm so much in my life I have not seen, but he ends and ends. Six times, probably "shot."

I feel his body goes limp and he slowly, down the wall, down into the bath.

- Sorry mom, sorry.

- Nothing, nothing, It all happens.

And she quickly out of the bathroom. I can not remove the dress. Cowards are in your pocket. Skorenko changed her dress to bathrobe and back to the bathroom.

- You need to lock up, the stain will remain. I know your sperm fat.

My Mishan came out of the bathroom, wrapped himself in a towel and into his room.

I walk around the apartment and now I am afraid to meet him with my eyes. Fortunately, the husband returned from fishing. I took the catch, and then in Lulu.

The next morning I woke up. I hear dishes in the kitchen rattle. Getting in. I see - my Mishka fried eggs - breakfast means I cook. He turns around - his face is already glowing and smiling. Bear, my, can you imagine, I passed all the exams for the Quartet. At home I began to help. Denial of anything not hear from him. A gentle and gentle, what became. It used to come up behind me - hug me tightly. This is how we stand, silently - we look out the window until the milk on the stove runs away. Well then the girls, like the second honeymoon worried.
So next Sunday came. I went fishing again with my friends. Bear in the morning turned on the column - the water warms. And he rushes around the room - he does not find a place for himself. Feel like asking something. - Yes, go to the bathroom. The water is getting cold - I snapped at him. And I myself know what I want to ask. I sit in a chair and do not know what to do next. Well, once - this is an accident. Well, two ... I know that if I go in now, then the third time and the fourth and ... the tenth will come. I suffer, girls, remorse. I understand that it is impossible - it is a sin. And what will people think? And I calm myself. And who said that a sin? Who are the judges? Neighbor Varka - drunk from the third floor. How can love between mother and son be a sin? We do not sleep, after all. Oboe are already adults (Mishka was eighteen in February). No, ... I do not want to lose his kindness, warmth, his care for me. Resolutely went to the door and knocked. I didn't even have time to ask: “Wash the back?” As the door swung open. It is my Bear - face shines, smile from ear to ear. I entered, the door behind me closed.

Do not think, girls, nothing. Especially back. Well, sometimes I “inspect” how he cleaned up TAM. - Here is such a story. And all of you to your sons say: "From this blindness develops, and the hair on your hands grows." But with the proper formulation of the question, and even if you take matters into your own hands, the result can be very unexpectedly positive.

(The end)