The club did not bring up champions, lacking finances and qualified coaching staff for this, so those who had some success in their sport left to develop their skills in other cities. Not so successful athletes threw training, or engaged in their own pleasure. But these remained ever less. So in the weight category, where the children of Zhenya and Arina constantly crossed in the ring, they had no competitors at all.
It happened today. If in lighter weight categories there were enough participants to spread them around the tournament grid and organize at least a few preliminary fights, then Andrey and Denis, the children of Zhenya and Arina, respectively, had already met in the final. Another son of Zhenya, Dmitriy, performed in a different weight category, where he also got one regular opponent.
Arina, asking for help from the head, left work an hour earlier to pick up her son and bring him to the club by car. Sergey did not hesitate to let go of his secretary, considering that for yesterday's morning inconvenience she had some indulgence. Eugene's car was still being repaired, so she went to the competitions with the children on the public transport she hated.

During the trip, not for the first time, she noticed that her boys constantly stare at the girls and, especially, at their bare parts of the body. They matured so quickly and matured before her eyes, that she completely lost sight of their sex education. She realized that she was not even interested in whether something was explained to them at school, in order to broaden horizons and to understand female and male physiology. The fact that her husband, too, did not deign to enlighten his own sons in this, she was absolutely sure.
But Zhenya noticed more than once that boys are beginning to show interest in specific girls, giving them signs of attention and “feeding” small gifts. It began to come to her that the girls were already beginning to openly manipulate them, and the boys were led to meaningful smiles and winks, which did not go beyond anyway. Although, in fact, the relationship and love guys were not needed. The girls seemed to them only inaccessible sexual objects, which had to be achieved at any cost to achieve a certain goal.

Having understood this, the woman even once, half in jest, half seriously, told her lover that it would be good for them to make a prostitute so that they understood what sex is and restrain their attraction to equally inexperienced manipulative girls.
When she reached the club and escorted her sons to the locker room, she accidentally saw other half-naked guys of different ages, but with perfectly folded sports bodies in all the polls, at the slightly opened door. Looking at them, the absurd idea that in the modern world, with its homo-propaganda and the dangers of puberty, sons flew into her head, other guys from the lack of obvious success with the opposite sex can also attract them from a sexual point of view. Shaking her head and driving away this nasty thought, she was already seriously thinking about organizing a meeting with some experienced whore for her boys to learn the joy of sex with a woman.

With these thoughts, she walked into the hall, where competitions were already taking place in the ring and, with a couple of guys, they were shoving each other. Looking at several dozens of viewers around, Zhenya finally found Arina, who, bored, was digging into the phone.Gathering her thoughts and deciding to put an end to yesterday’s conversation, she went straight to her.
When the woman approached Arina, then, like yesterday, she again hesitated. She could not utter a word until she herself looked up at her and shuddered in surprise.
- Hi ... Can I sit down? - Wife needed something that could push her to an open and even frank dialogue.
- Y-yes, of course, sit down ... - Arina still continued to contact the offender against you, despite the fact that she was clearly not trying to threaten her or force her to take any kind of humiliating actions.

- I still want to apologize normally for that stupid and thoughtless act of mine. I repeat, I do not know what came over me at that time. I will say frankly, apparently, I really wanted sex, but I didn’t have enough and didn’t have enough at that time ... - Eugene gathered thoughts and proceeded to the revelations of Zhenya, believing that it would be easier for her to speak out. At the same time, she smiled sadly, not daring to look at Arina in the eyes, but she too sat with her eyes down.
“I already understood that you yourself are very uncomfortable, and that you didn’t want to hurt me ... And everyone has sexual impulses, probably ...” She finally looked up and crossed them with Zhenya, smiling back.
- Thank you for that. For understanding. By the way, this is yours, sorry and for that. - The woman finally gave Arina her bra, wrapped all in the same small package.

- Thank. - She continued to smile, taking the subject. - Without him there were a few ... inconvenient ...
“I hope you had no problems because of this?”
- No, I think. Although I spent the whole day, as on pins and needles. - Communication with each phrase became more and more alive, and the tension with inconvenience gradually subsided.
The women sat across the seat from each other, putting things among themselves, like some kind of buffer separating them.
- Yes, I imagine, Eugene smiled. I, too, came almost naked in the morning. And I, unlike you, traveled by bus! - Smiles did not descend from the faces of women, and their inflamed imagination drew their own unique pictures in each head.
- Yes, well, you give ... I would not have been able to!
- Fuck you want - you can! - Eugene completely relaxed, jokes with this phrase itself.
- Yes, I was lucky with this business. Both at home and at work everything is within walking distance. - Arina has ceased to be afraid of the interlocutor, and even said a little more than it should. The phrase sounded in Eugene's ears as boasting and, even as mockery, than in an instant rekindled the fire of envy and anger inside her.

- Do you do it for money or do you like to fuck him? - Directly asked the stung woman.
- It does not interfere. - Having thought, Arina said and smiled again, not realizing that she was beginning to literally run out again to the interlocutor. She tried not to respond with monosyllabic phrases in order to instill some confidence in herself, but because of this the meaning of the words turned out to be a bit distorted. And Eugene herself was winding herself up, regretting that she brought sincere apologies to the self-satisfied blonde.
- Here you are right ... Indeed, lucky for you! - She said, continuing to boil.
A new round of her anger was stopped by the chief judge of the competition, who announced her eldest son to enter the ring. Dima was confident in himself and had known his opponent for a long time. He defeated him more than once, and now the judges stopped the fight already in the second round, for his clear advantage, both on points and in the course of the fight.

Sincerely glad for her son, Zhenya recorded a video of each round on her phone. Before Arina had time to congratulate her, they called both their sons to the ring. And if the natural blonde perceived the events as a duel between her son and another, then for a painted fair-haired woman it was a matter of principle, she bore the standoff between Andrey and Denis on them with Arina.
To her disappointment, her son from the very first seconds showed that he still does not reach the level of the enemy.Having lost most of the points at the beginning of the match, he nevertheless gathered up and by the end of the round made several tangible blows, punching the opponent’s block. But their helmet still absorbed their strength, and on points he was already hopelessly losing. In the remaining two rounds, the difference in the score even increased, although Andrey quite actively snapped.

The fight was quite interesting and attracted the attention of all those gathered ... Read more →