Mom's work

I am Marat, born in 1958, mother Sonya, born in 1939, born in the village, living in the city where my parents left due to her categorical insistence when I was 2 years old.

Mom is 23 red-haired Jewish. Higher education by profession as a food industry technologist. She worked for a long time until her retirement as the head of the refrigeration department of a large food processing plant.

In 1965, I got a sister from my own father (surprisingly) YULIA. Dad, born in 1933, a cross from birth and by destiny in life.

City life there killed the peasant Razin.

He ​​would have become one, but under the condition of his life

on the land of his ancestors - the crosses, which, due to his mother’s persistence, did not happen, which served until the end of their life together as an unconscious apple of his mental discord.

Mother realized herself in the conditions of city life before the collapse of the USSR, father not before the collapse, not after - no.

Dad, the driver of the KRAZ heavy vehicle, a hard worker of the Soviet type - he worked, drank and worked again.

If I had been an alcoholic, maybe I would have lived longer.

I note that many Soviet male children had a striking character trait - pathological jealousy leading to assault, which did not escape my dad.

Men often had causeless jealousy (although, against the background of alcohol, this feeling of ownership strengthened their erection for their wife).

In our case, glory to the Nature of the Jewish People, causal.

I grew up as a mother’s boy, unfortunately not from a Jewish upbringing (Jewish boys grew up with a violin, I grew up with a hoe, which grew with me from the age of seven).

Mom’s supervision was all-consuming and omnipresent.

Until she was 6 years old, I went with her to the women's section of the public bathhouse.

Minutes late or absences without permission became a reason for spiritual punishment like “I was dying of fear for you.”

Even though we lived in the city, the area where our house was was not much different from the center of a wealthy village, and the people were all criminals.

The street beckoned me, my mother didn’t let me in, she protected me. I was forced to grow up as a bookworm and a dreamer. I read horror how much (for example, the first book. “The Count of Monte Christi” was read overnight under the covers at the age of 7).

In those days, parents worked a lot, from beep to beep, a real beep could be heard 5 km away. Until the age of 18, I grew up strictly - home school. On holidays, on weekends, in summer, autumn, winter and spring, collective farm work in the villages with grandparents (a breath of relative freedom).

The main entertainment in the village is the BEND RIVER!!!. In winter there is ice, after the ice melts there is still swimming in the ice slush!!

On the river, everyone is known to be relatively undressed, including girls and vacationing women, mostly from the city. At that time, urban residents already swam relatively boldly in half-open swimsuits, unlike rural ones, who came to the Bend in negligees brought as trophies from the war.

At the age of 18, I accidentally saw a naked stranger’s adult woman for the first time, who was changing clothes after swimming and……… oooooooh I got an erection during the day. Which surprised me greatly - I was ashamed, but it was nice!

At night I dreamed about her (how she was changing clothes) from my erect pussy for the first time to sweets so SWEET!!! sensations, sperm came out (I heard about sperm-malofy from the village boys who helped cover mares with stallions).

From that time on, the female sex became my pleasant curse (torment). Everything that was connected with the mystery of the female body and the continuation of the human race became a subject of study and analysis for me.

I heard about masturbation at the age of 18 from the same boys, only in the context of the fact that whoever does this, hair begins to grow on their palms, so for the first time I satisfied myself at the age of 15 (I had no strength to endure it anymore).

Hair is amazing!!!! they did not grow on their hands, this removed the last restrictions and gave impetus to the growing study of the process of handjob and receiving pleasure.

It was immediately noted that the quality of pleasure depended on fantasies. The first pornographic cards examined in detail made a breakthrough in quantitative terms, the number of self-pleasures per day reached up to 3 – 5 times.

This period (8th – 9th grade) also included my first experience of spying on my mother, which was very easy to do, we had our own bathhouse.

Mom was washing with her little sister, there was little sexuality, but there were a lot of movements of the naked body - bending over, spreading legs, washing breasts.

Mom was 34 years old, she was red, and her pubic hair was pitch black.

There was sexual arousal, but not strong. I remembered well our joint visits to the women's section of the public bath.

At the moment of peeping, he did not masturbate, but then, finishing drawing what he saw in his fantasies, he received a qualitatively different feeling during ejaculation, it was very long-lasting and stronger than usual.

I started wanting my mother as a woman for sexual intercourse at the age of 18. (see presentation number one).

I learned the word incest while studying in my 3rd year of medical school.

The craving for a sexual partner appeared when I first found out indirectly - I saw my mother with another man.

Dad was fishing, my sister and I slept in the house.

Mom, leaving to see a friend, said that she would come late.

The toilet was in the courtyard, at one in the morning I went there and everything would have worked out, but the light lit in the steam room of the unheated bathhouse was visible from the street because of the loosely closed door.

Without thinking what this meant, I looked into the dressing room and shouted:

- Who’s there!?

An incomprehensible noise, the lights went out and my mother came out into the dressing room. Her jacket was not buttoned up all the way, and her skirt was worn inside out.

Mom asked in a categorically calm voice:

- What happened Marat, why aren’t you sleeping?,

- Mom, why are you here?.

To which she responded in an even more stern voice with an intonation of impatience:

- I drank at Aunt Ida’s, I felt bad and decided to lie in the bathhouse!! And everyone go to sleep!!! I'll come later. Go!

I moved into the house. Until this moment in my life, I listened to my mother and believed without any internal dialogues (unconditionally).

But when I entered the veranda of the house, I slowed down because the irregularity in my mother’s clothes pinned me to the floor. For the first time in my short conscious life, I thought;

— Mom is deceiving me!”

The light was off, I was not visible through the glass of the veranda.

About fifteen minutes later my mother came out of the bathhouse, with a man with her. He was large and tall, and from his quiet speech I realized that he was Caucasian. They kissed and he left. I quickly went into the house.

Mom came 15 minutes later and went to bed.

I spent the rest of the night analyzing what I saw.

I was very dizzy and sick from a terrible guess

- “Mom was with another man!!”

I was very excited by jealousy like never before and immediately a sexual desire to know EVERYTHING appeared..

Then I consciously looked for the opportunity to see and find out EVERYTHING about my mother’s secret or my mother’s sexual intercourse, at least with my father………. but alas……….

The incident, as usual, was accidental.

After 10th grade, before entering college, my mother took me to her job to earn extra money by moving small loads, or rather, transporting them in an electric car.

The team in the refrigeration shop was mostly male, and there were many men from the Caucasus.

About four days later, on Friday before the weekend, she told me:

- Don’t come after lunch, weed the potatoes.

But the potatoes had already been weeded.

— She sends me away from work on Friday for a reason!”

It was very scary, but I also really wanted to know and possibly see about THIS. I was shaking while I was washing in the shower, the erection was terrible, but at that moment I was not drawn to handjob. There was a new high-quality sexual arousal. Horror!

Poorly understanding what would happen next, I thought if THIS happens, then WHERE?

As a boss, she had her own office - an office. Not a large, neat room with an adjoining room - a closet, where there was an archive of all sorts of papers. But there, it’s not clear why there was a small window, with plywood instead of glass and with a window where the glass was.

This window decided the outcome of my analytical research.

— If something happens and something can be found out, then there is no other place for me.”

Coming out of the shower without seeing my mother in the office, I told the storekeeper that he would betray her:

- I went home.

He ​​himself, with terrible excitement in his groin, opened the closet door and climbed in there.

I prepared a point of observation through the window slit. From where, with a change in the position of the head, the entire desk was visible, in which there were only three chairs and an old large table. There is an adding machine and a lot of papers on the table.

I waited for more than an hour, shaking all over, at four beeps and it was the end of the working day.

Mom either changes clothes and goes home or…………?!!!

My conclusions were 200% correct, they came - mom and Caucasian.

The Caucasian was not the one I heard and saw at the bathhouse. He was young. He was about 50 years old, not tall with a mustache, bald and with a belly. Georgians, unlike today, were kind, not aggressive, not arrogant and affectionate.

What I saw then (like a film and now in my head)

Here is the storyboard.

1.They drank wine.

2. After 10 minutes of conversation (it was heard as muttering), they began to kiss.

3. They kissed on the lips for about five minutes, after which he took off mom’s sweater and bra.

4. I kissed the breasts for a long time. (Mom’s eyes became misty, so I was on the verge of fainting from dizziness).

5. Helped my mother take off her skirt and panties and undressed himself.

6. What I saw in his groin amazed me! His excited penis was large, very large (even seeing today’s porn, I can say this) with a thickening in the center of the shaft and a head in the shape of a mushroom cap.

7. In Soviet times, of course, there was sex. But I didn’t see any blowjob or cunnilingus then.

Therefore, having become naked (my mother’s pubis was very black and curly haired, it was not very hairy and even muscular), he kissed my mother on the lips and chest for some time, while her nipples grew larger and her breasts became higher.

Then he turned her back to him, she bent down, leaned on the table and spread her legs wide.

8. He entered her gently, but immediately to the full length (at that moment I heard my mother’s moan)

His hands rhythmically pulled her towards him by the lower back, and he still managed to stroke her large elastic buttocks, periodically stretching them to her swaying breasts with well-prominent nipples.

9. There is no aggression or grin on his face, there is happiness and a piece of love.

10. The rhythm of their movements was not frequent or sharp, but deep and every time to the stop.

The part of my mother’s face that I saw was relaxed and peaceful, even blissful.

11. They moved like this for about ten minutes. Then his hands completely moved to his mother’s hips, he pulled her tightly towards him and the rock’s mother moaned, threw her head back and also strongly moved her butt to meet him.

12. His movements became more powerful and longer, and finally he pressed himself tightly against his mother and moaned with a long, guttural, mountainous sound.

13. Mom pulled his buttocks with her hands and lay down on the table with her chest.

14. With a slight push of his pelvis, they stood like that for about five minutes.

15. He pulled out his penis, which was no longer so large, and I saw an extended dark entrance to my mother’s pussy, from which sperm flowed.

16. Mom straightened up, kissed him on the lips, and I saw streams of whitish liquid running along the inner surfaces of her thighs.

Many, many.

17. He sat down on a chair and lit a cigarette.

18. She went behind him, took a handkerchief from her bag and, spreading her legs, began to wipe her crotch and thighs.

19. Mom was getting dressed behind his back. He didn’t look back and said something cheerful and kind to her, to which she smiled beautifully, sometimes leaning on his shoulder.

20. When she got dressed, he stood up and covered his penis with his hand.

21. We left the office together, having spent about thirty minutes on THIS.

EVERYTHING

End of the working day - from the locker rooms and showers people went home for the weekend

Along with them walked cheerful and smiling my mother and Rezo, that was his name (I learned his name many years later. I never saw him again, he was then on a business trip. As a freight forwarder, he accompanied wagons with products).

And here are my feelings and emotions there, in the closet

1. Fear and resentment!.

2. Terrible anger at mom for dad (when they kissed on the lips).

3. Unprecedented erection! When he undressed and started kissing her breasts.

4. Amazement! At the sight of his member, accompanied by the thought; “What can’t this be?” I was in a pre-fainting state with my heart clearly jumping out of my throat.

5. Excitement! “Now for the first time I will see how a penis enters a woman’s pussy.”

6. For the first time in full consciousness, I had a wet dream!

When I saw a greatly expanded vaginal opening with sperm flowing out.

7. Goodness is in me! And I saw that it was good for them.

8. Cold calculation! How to get home before her.

I ran home before my mother, by that time I was doing a lot of sports and with pleasure.

Entering the yard, I saw that everything was weeded, and I was carrying water to the bathhouse.

Mom was, as usual, preoccupied with evening affairs and waiting for her dad in a drunken state. Friday is the legal banno glass day of the USSR.

Gradually glancing at my mother, I wanted to see at least something that would speak about what I had seen earlier. Well, the remnants of that joy or change in gait. Well, at least it’s something! There is nothing. Everything is as usual, strictness and the same persistent concern for me and my sister.

Drifting on all these memories - I wrote one thing:

— That window became for you the beginning of the Overton window into the VOIRISM of the realities of life, the beginning of a craving for debauchery is realized!”

Voyeurism is a sexual deviation characterized by the urge to spy on people having sex or “intimate” processes: undressing, taking a bath or shower, urinating.

Voyeur (voyeur) - a person who does this.

Voyeurism in most cases involves secretly observing a person.

— Overton Window” is a technology for changing the boundaries that can be accepted by society or an individual. The steps that allow you to “shift” these edges in this approach are described as “windows”. To hide real dangerous opportunities and examples of its use, the terms “technology” and “methodology” are often replaced with softer, but essentially incorrect terms, for example, the term “theory”. So, for this purpose the area of ​​use is artificially reduced. For example, it is indicated that this all concerns “political” life.