- Mom, Sergei will come to us today, I invited him. Look at how we live, get to know you. - Lily ran out of her room, making a ponytail out of her hair on the run.
- Well, in my opinion, it's time we get to know your boyfriend. - Elena picked up the bag loaded with groceries and went into the kitchen. Her daughter has been dating this guy for a month now. We met, as often happens now, at a disco. The daughter talked a little about him, it was still impossible to draw any conclusions, but something about this Sergei alarmed Elena. Her daughter is only 18, and her boyfriend is 21, but some kind of adult interest in Lily was felt in him.
At 17 o'clock the doorbell rang, and Lily rushed headlong to open it.
- Here, mom, this is Sergey! - The daughter enthusiastically introduced the tall, strong young man. He was not that handsome, but manly attractive. Especially his muscular shoulders and lanky eyes.
- Hello. Sergey politely bowed his head, and under his unwavering gaze Elena felt uncomfortable.
- Guys, come into the hall, talk, and now I ... my cake is about to be baked.
Looking at her daughter and this healthy guy, Elena thought that they were not a couple at all, that there would be nothing good in the relationship between her daughter, still a completely frivolous girl, and an adult man, as Sergey seemed to her, would not be. With inexplicable anxiety, she sat in the kitchen, listening to the sounds coming from the room. She almost did not hear his voice, mostly Lily chirped. The music started playing, and the voices could not be heard at all.
Elena was 36. She married early, divorced immediately after the birth of her daughter. As a rule, early marriages are short-lived. Her young husband who did not walk up turned out to be not ready for family life, and even for the appearance of a child in the house. Lena did not tolerate his partying, and soon they dispersed. Of course, there were men in her life, but all were fleeting, and she never experienced love and passion. Now the daughter was growing up, and all the forces were spent on her upbringing.
- Please, to the table. - Carrying a cherry pie, Elena said cheerfully.
Putting it on the table, she again experienced a feeling of embarrassment and annoyance from this under the long look of the young man. "What am I," Elena thought, "I'm many years older than him, he's good enough for my sons, he's still a child too." But the excitement didn't go away. Sergei spoke little, but Lilya chattered incessantly about some trifles. The young man did not seem to listen to her, completely absorbed in his thoughts, and from time to time cast a burning look at Elena. For a long time she could not bear it and went to the kitchen. She remembered her childhood, how she grew up, unremarkable, but capable of knowledge. The boys did not pay attention to her, she was always a recluse at home, so the first classmate who paid attention to her seemed to her the embodiment of all ideals, for whom, like a whirlpool of her head, she married. No one looked after her, no one had ever looked at her with such an attentive and long look, she did not feel like a desirable woman, because somehow she had no one who wanted to.
Soon she heard a noise in the hallway and went out.
- Are you leaving already? - Elena asked, looking at Sergei dressing.
- Yes, thank you for everything, for a delicious cake. - His smile was pleasant, and so smiling, he looked quite like a boy.
So sometimes Sergei began to visit them. It always happened according to the same scenario ... Elena talked a little with him and, under a plausible pretext, disappeared, leaving a couple alone.
One day, returning late from work, entering a dark apartment, Elena, deciding that her daughter was not at home, quietly sat down on a chair in the corridor and tiredly closed her eyes ... she had a difficult day. Suddenly she heard muffled sounds from the hall, whispers, fuss. She entered the room and turned on the light. Two faces - frightened - her daughter and excited - Sergei - turned to her. Lilya was half-dressed, and Sergei's face was just burning from the fuse. Confused, Elena quickly left, leaving the light on. She did not want to prevent her daughter from experiencing the feeling of falling in love, but she could not allow physical intimacy with a man. At least not in front of her eyes and not in her apartment. Of course, sooner or later this would happen - Lilya is no longer small - but from not knowing how to continue to behave with her daughter after that, Elena would unconsciously prevent the transition to such "adult" love for her daughter.
Footsteps in the corridor, the door slammed. Sergei left. Lily closed herself in her room, embarrassed no less than her mother.
The next day, Saturday, Lilya left somewhere in the morning without talking to her mother. Elena also did not want any conversation and stayed at home. The phone rang. She picked up the phone.
- Hello. - Sergei's voice sounded velvety.
- Hello. Lily is not at home. - Elena's cheeks involuntarily flared up, and her hands trembled slightly ... this man inexplicably affects her!
- Elena Nikolaevna, I really need to talk to you. Could you come to me now? The voice pleaded.
- Can't you use the phone? - Puzzled Elena frowned ... what kind of tricks?
- No, I have a very important conversation with you. Please, I will be waiting for you. Write down the address, it's not far.
Elena put down the receiver and froze at the phone in thought. What can he, an unfamiliar guy, tell her so important? Something about Leela? He wants to marry her because Lily got pregnant? Why won't he come? Various thoughts swirled in my head. She put on her cloak and went to the indicated address.
Sergei's house was not far from her. He opened the door and beamed when he saw Elena. She entered his apartment, all shy, like a young girl. The apartment was cozy, darkened by curtains and quiet.
- Do you live with your parents? Elena asked.
- Yes, they are in the country. Sergei helped her take off her cloak. - Come on in.
He was somehow tense and sat opposite. There was a pause.
- What did you want to tell me? Something about Leela?
- Elena ... Nikolaevna, the fact that Lily and I found ourselves in such a situation when you saw us is because of my intemperance. Don't worry, we didn't have anything with her, I was in control. It’s just that I’m developed beyond my years, and sexual power is raging in me right away. I need a passionate woman, not a naive girl. I am already a grown man.
Sergei suddenly sat down next to her, taking her hands. Elena, not expecting this turn of events at all, did not know what to say.
But I'm much older than you. - she mumbled, and a passionate kiss captured her, swirled.
She went limp, weakened, and collapsed onto the couch. She was afraid of such a sudden pressure, passion, ardor and waited all her life. And now it didn’t matter anymore that a huge feeling took possession of her with a youth who was suitable for her daughter’s suitors, and not for her. Nothing mattered anymore, everything was consumed by the fire that burst from their hearts. Passionately, even a little painfully, they kissed each other, biting, ripping off clothes, knocking pillows to the floor. Sergey was for her a real skillful man who finally made her feel like a woman.
When he entered her, even for her, a woman giving birth, his penis was so large that she screamed. With sharp jerks, penetrating deeper and deeper, Sergey bit her lips, crushed her breasts, breathing excitedly. Time has stopped for them. Nothing disturbed their sexual physique. She distantly heard her own scream, a wheeze, writhing in orgasmic languor. As in a dream, she felt that he was spreading her legs wide, with his tongue and fingers, bringing her to a whole series of orgasms that she had not experienced in her whole life. Sperm and sweat mixed on their bodies. The air was heavy with their love fumes. An indescribable intensity of passions seized them ... her passion, which had not yet been revealed, and him, who had accumulated a huge potential in himself, which could not find a way out of the body. She laughed and cried, he moaned with pleasure and squeezed her in his arms. They now had neither age nor biography. It was a real arena of sex, passionate, diverse, all-consuming.
When Elena came to herself, as if after anesthesia, where, as if in euphoria, she experienced the crazy dreams of her life, Sergey, tired, lay next to her, resting his head on her chest. Her heart returned to its normal rhythm, and Elena glanced at her watch. Half past eleven at night! And she left at 11 in the morning and, of course, without assuming any delays, did not leave a note to her daughter, who must have lost her. Remembering her daughter, Elena looked at Sergei differently, hoping to feel remorse. But no, they weren't. On the contrary, his heated body became so familiar, and his young face so sweet, that Elena calmed down and surrendered to the will of chance in her fate.
- Already, it turns out, a lot of time. - Elena's voice was hoarse from the screams in orgasm, which still rang in her ears.
Sergei brushed his damp hair off his forehead, and his eyes were right in front of hers. Eyes to eyes. So long-awaited and loved!
- Stay, call home, come up with something. Don't leave. I want you.
He squeezed Lena's shoulder. With him, she felt very young, weak, submissive to his desires. His misty eyes begged to stay.
- Okay, I'm not leaving.
Lena waved her hand at all the conventions of the circumstances. She called home, spun something to her daughter about a group of friends with whom she was visiting, and that she would not return until tomorrow. Maybe her daughter didn't believe her, but that didn't bother Elena anymore. Her will was already in Sergei's hands.
Thunder boomed. A thunderstorm broke out outside the window. A spring downpour poured in a stream, as if the heated atmosphere of the feelings of two lovers charged the sky. The rain fell with such force, with the wind, madly pounding on the panes, that they, hypnotized, like spectators, saw what they had been creating for several hours in a row with their frenzied madness. Lena went to the sofa, Sergey pressed his face against her naked stomach, and again they plunged into crazy fantasies. He entered her again and again, and she no longer had the strength to orgasms, she only moaned weakly, rolling her eyes. Finally, satisfied and reassured, they froze, listening to the sound of rain outside the window. He was their music of passion, their accompaniment. Such rain, Elena knew, would never be forgotten.
- I'll bring something to eat. - Sergey kissed her and got up. We've been hungry all day.
But we didn't even notice it. - Lena smiled, looking at her lover.
He was lean and flexible. His huge cock worried her even now, when she had no strength to move.
Later, having refreshed herself with cold appetizers, she clung to Sergei, her eyes closed.
- I've never felt so good in my life. Even in my dreams, I never dreamed of such a thing. she whispered as she fell asleep.
- I love you. He whispered softly into her ear.
She fell asleep instantly, he looked at her for a long time, gently running his hand over her cheeks, neck, chest, smiling blissfully, feeling real happiness ...
The morning was calm and overcast. Elena opened her eyes and stretched with pleasure.
- I have never felt so exhausted in the morning. I'm so tired!
Laughing, she went up to the already washed and dressed Sergei. He embraced her with a half smile. Elena clung to him, inhaling his masculine scent, as if dissolving in this body, in these embraces, in the deep gaze of brown eyes...
- Where have you been? - Lily's mother asked from the threshold.
- I told you... at a party with my classmates. It was a lot of fun. They unexpectedly organized a Sabantuy and invited me.
For the first time, Elena felt alienated from her daughter, even akin to rivalry. Lily's eyes watched her mother incredulously and suspiciously. For the first time in years, they had nothing to talk about. On the contrary, there was a desire to be apart. But for Elena, those turbulent unrest overshadowed all other desires and responsibilities. She, like a hungry beast, was finally able to get enough, and she didn’t care if her secret was revealed or not, what they would think of her, what awaits her next ... She reveled in the present, but it seemed to her beautiful!
The phone rang twice a day, but Lily answered the phone, and short beeps were heard in response. "It is he!" Elena thought, and her heart began to pound in her chest. She did not give an answer to their next meeting, deciding to collect her thoughts and recover a little so as not to lose her head at all. The age difference certainly held her back. What is the future of these relations? Sooner or later everything will break. Elena was even afraid to think about how her daughter might perceive this. "But it's not my fault that everything happened so quickly and with us. So, it should be natural." She calmed herself down.
The next meeting took place two days later. The day was warm, almost summer, and Elena and Sergey, like mischievous teenagers, went out of town, where on the steamy May grass they found each other again and again ...
It was hard for Elena to see how for days on end Lily was sadly waiting for a call from Sergei, who no longer called her, and Lily did not dare to dial his number herself. But what could Elena do? The situation was delicate. She did not want to lose either her lover or her daughter. She silently watched her daughter, shutting herself up, sitting at home, suffering, not communicating with anyone, while Elena simply blossomed with happiness. Falling asleep, as if in reality, she heard the whispers of her beloved in her ear ... "I love you. You are the most beautiful. I want you always!"
So a month passed. Feelings of guilt prevented Lena from talking heart to heart with her daughter. But one day she made up her mind.
- Lilya, share with me what torments you. Maybe I'll understand and give some advice. - She once spoke to Lily, who was sitting with a book in her hands, but thinking about something of her own with a detached look.
The daughter slowly raised her eyes, as if waking up...
- What can I tell you? What do you see in me? The words sounded a bit harsh.
"Does she guess?" Elena was horrified.
- I see that for more than a month you have been walking around on your own. Something is bothering you. “Averting her gaze,” she said.
- Sergey stopped calling me, and everything was so good with us! I have never had such a smart interlocutor, it is very interesting with him. I know what interested him. He kissed me! I can't live without it. And now he avoids meeting with me. I do not know what to do! I don't want to forget it! I want to always be with him. I love him! Her voice cracked and tears glistened in her eyes. Elena's heart sank, but maybe it will seem vile and low to someone, but she also had the right to her tortured long-awaited happiness, she also wants to experience love and is not going to wait for another chance. Everything came to her so suddenly that there may not be another chance.
At the next meeting with Sergei, Lena shared with him her feelings about her daughter, to which he sadly shrugged his shoulders ...
- I did not promise her anything, did not say anything that would make her count on feelings on my part. I had a rush of tenderness, love for her, until I saw you. It hit me like a shock when I came to meet my friend's mother, and instead of a respectable parent I met you, so desirable, sensual and alluring. You won't believe it, but I saw you so often in my dreams. I made love to you. I was talking to you mentally. I even knew your name was Elena!
Elena laughed a happy laugh, and her daughter's problem faded into the background. Since Sergey lived with his parents, and Elena, for obvious reasons, could not invite him to her place, they had to meet in nature outside the city. Fortunately, summer has blossomed, when each green island serves as a soft bed and shelter.
Happiness does not last long, it is fleeting, because the rapidly flying time is not counted. Only when we are lonely and hard do we count every hour, wait for the next day, hoping for a change. The well-known phrase "the secret always becomes clear" really comes true, especially when the secret is not particularly hidden. What should have happened happened.
Late in the evening, a joyful Elena returned home and stumbled upon her daughter, who was waiting for her. Her eyes burned with wild fire, her lips were compressed.
- So you beat my boyfriend! You are my mother! How could you?! Do you have any idea how much older you are than him? And you, knowing everything about me, how I suffer, all this time did such mean things behind my back! What, I couldn't find a man of my own age! What were you thinking about me at the time? I hate you, you betrayed me, you mean! I won't live in this house anymore!
- Lily, listen to me... - Stunned by such rage, Elena, as if drunk, swayed and sat down on a chair.
I don't want to hear or see you anymore! I've seen enough. Lily ran to her room.
All evening Lena sat with a aching heart. The daughter did not appear from the room. Both wept all night ... Elena, out of pity for herself, for her unfinished fate, Lilya could not forgive such a betrayal.
The next morning, Lilya packed her things and went to the camp to try to get a job as a counselor during the rest there. Just a day or two was the opening of the new season. She did not say anything to her mother, she only silently followed the hectic gathering and closed the door behind her daughter.
Lilya was lucky... she immediately found a job as a counselor of the 2nd detachment and plunged into camp everyday life. Gradually she forgot about the existence of Sergei, resentment against her mother. All month she was busy with various events, sports competitions, resolution of minor conflicts of her charges. Finally, the day came when the parents took the last vacationer from the camp, the bed and other equipment was handed over to the administration, a report was made on the work for the season, and a quiet working day came. Lily eventually became friends with other counselors and often spent free evenings with them. So on this last day of her work, she went to the campfire site, where in the evenings everyone usually gathered around the fire to bake potatoes, listen to songs with a guitar. She settled down near the fire and thought, looking at an unfamiliar boy who appeared in the camp for the first time today, but, apparently, is well known to the rest. He, too, drawing attention to her, often looked in her direction. Here the guitar passed into his hands, and he sang some kind of courtyard song, sad and melodic. He was not in Lily's taste ... too long hair, manners seemed cheeky, his voice was hoarse, and the fact that, feeling himself handsome in the center of girl's attention, he bathed in the enthusiastically flirtatious glances of the girls gathered around - all this to Lily didn't like it right away. She did not like such womanizers, for whom you are not tenderness and a love impulse, but just an episode in a string of dates, a trophy. But his songs were pleasant, his voice, to say nothing, was also good. They made eye contact all the time. Lily was somehow attracted by the appearance of this guy. He was 18-19 years old. He was tall, broad-shouldered and handsome. The girls are obviously crazy about this. The guy handed the guitar to another and sat down with Lily. They silently sat side by side, but Lilya felt his heat, and her breathing from incomprehensible excitement became intermittent.
Everyone slowly began to disperse ... many went home tomorrow.
- Went? - Suddenly asked the guy.
- Went. - Lily answered, wondering where her antipathy towards him had gone. On the contrary, it felt like they had known each other for a long time, it became so easy and pleasant to walk side by side with him, holding hands. He fingered her fingers, and she grew weak with excitement.
- What is your name? - Asked Lily. - Do you live nearby?
Yes, in that house over there. I always come to this camp during my free hours. It's a pity that I couldn't come earlier... I took exams. And call me Vitya.
- I'm Lily.
He made a funny curtsy without letting go of her fingers. They sat down on a nearby bench and talked for a long, long time.
- Such a warm night and look how starry. - Vitya stroked Lily's hair. - You know what, let's spread a blanket on the grass, we'll lie down to look at the stars!
Lily hesitated. She thought what exactly could be meant by the phrase "we will lie down to look at the stars." She had not yet had sexual contacts, and natural fear stopped her from close contact with men, but suddenly remembering her pain and resentment on the eve of leaving home, she decided to learn that inexplicable, for which everyone loses their head so much that even their own mother put on the map. What is this? For what? Is it really such an insane pleasure that a person forgets about himself, often leaving the most precious thing?
Lilya brought out a warm blanket, spread it out in the thick grass behind the body, and sat down, clasping her knees with her hands. Vitya lay down beside him, gnawing on a blade of grass. He tried not to frighten her with his excitement. The fact that in front of him is an inexperienced girl is not difficult to guess, but he would never force her to have sex. Lily laid down next to him. In the light of the stars, the outlines of their faces and bodies seemed mysterious, blurred, exciting. He found her lips in the dark, and both of them took their breath away ... this night was so romantic that something long-awaited and exciting just had to happen. They loved each other passionately and tenderly at the same time, knowing the curves of each other's body, their hands trembled a little and continued their journey through the depressions and bulges, over dry, hot or wet skin. Much was new, unfamiliar, frightening, but there was no turning back, such heat could not be stopped. All night they loved each other many times, young, hot, fresh. The cicadas played their tunes to them, and the stars traced palely over them with their rays and rang with joy for the young couple, so unexpectedly united. And in such a short time, this meeting turned out to be so important, especially in Lily's life. Lying down, she looked at these twinkling stars and, flying up, felt light, loved, desired, happy, finally! She suddenly realized that her mother felt the same delight, that she was just as sweet and blissful.
And the daughter forgave her mother.
Indeed, such moments give the taste of life, especially if these are not moments, but an eternity!...