Mom's Therapy
— Yes, son, put it in my little hole. Don't be afraid, it'll get wider now. — Tatyana felt the tense flesh hesitantly pierce the opening of her anus, stretching it, trying to penetrate the base of her buttocks. — Be bolder, boy, bolder; put it in all the way to your balls; it feels good, it feels very good. — Tatyana was on all fours, leaning her large breasts on the pillow, and with two fingers of her right hand she was frantically rubbing her clitoris, periodically dipping them into her overflowing, juice-filled vagina. — Speed up, I have to teach you everything, you're not a child after all, you're 18 years old, — and pinch my buttocks. — Tatyana didn't stop commanding
.Harder, harder, even harder, — Tatyana felt the member inside her, strained to the limit, mercilessly stretching her anus, the blows of the scrotum against her large labia, the pain from the fingers tightly squeezing her plump but still springy buttocks, and the oncoming wave of orgasm ready to plunge her consciousness into the madness of sweet oblivion.
Her son was working hard from behind, and sweat rolling down his neck and chest fell in heavy droplets onto his mother's wide rear. His member no longer felt the tension of the entrance muscle, easily sliding into the heated, frantically rubbed intestine, ready at any moment to explode with a powerful stream of thick, cooling fluid. But he couldn't allow a premature release at the moment when the woman was not yet on the high cliff of grateful feeling, from which she would plunge into the abyss of complete bodily pleasure.
— Yes, son, yes — I'm ready — Tatyana rasped, frantically rotating the tip of her clitoris with fingers wet from her own vaginal juices. The first wave of orgasm was already washing over her consciousness, making her body shudder from the onrush of freedom from the constantly suppressing mind. Almost without understanding, but sensing that his role was fulfilled, Yuri relaxed and his deeply embedded, swollen member discharged a thick stream of semen, quickly filling the freed space in the intestinal lumen.
Feeling the liquid pouring into her rear, Tatyana tightly clenched the muscle of her anal opening, trying to hold the semen and the heated piston inside her. The tension of the member, which she felt in her anus, began to drop sharply, and suddenly the entire lower part of her body sent such a coordinated impulse of satisfaction to her brain that her mind completely abandoned the exhausted body, over which waves of heavenly relaxation spread. After some time, consciousness again took up the positions hastily abandoned under the onslaught of orgasm in the body. Despite her apparent experience and maturity, Tatyana had never felt such pleasure from sex before. But this pleasure was nothing compared to the realization that she had managed to make a real man out of her own son.
Chapter 1.
Tatyana was born on a small farmstead, quite remote from the capital. She was a late and very desired child in the family. Her parents, who had worked on the collective farm from early youth to retirement age, doted on their little daughter, whom fate had given them in their mature years, when her father was already over forty and her mother was nearing forty. Tanyusha grew up as a homebound child, whom they were even afraid to send to school, since she had to travel there to a neighboring village on an old school bus. On the farmstead, everyone knew each other well, so everyone's favorites and non-favorites were common. Young people didn't stay to live on the farmstead, preferring to leave, if not abroad, then at least to the capital; therefore, Tatyana's social circle was always limited to a few neighbor girls, one of whom, Lyuska, was a little older, and the other, Tosya, was younger than her. She only interacted with boys at school, since there were few families, and consequently, children on the farmstead.
Climbing into the thicket they had explored and which seemed impassable, they hung their wet swimsuits to dry on tree branches, and lay down naked on the silky green grass. Lyuska stretched out beside her, softly touching Tatyana's body, and began her explanations:
— Your breasts are starting to grow. Soon these little buds will turn into big peas, which harden when you stroke them. — Lyusya caressed the little buds and Tatyana, putting her hands under her head, stared at the sky, drifting into the endless blue of the firmament. — When your breasts become big enough and you have a child, he will suck on your breasts, from which milk will come. And children themselves come from here, — Lyusya said and her hands gently slid over her belly, around her navel, and rested between her legs.
— Spread your legs, — and Tatyana obediently spread her legs, — and now bend them at the knees — Lyusya demanded in a commanding voice that Tatyana bend her knees, then she herself rose up and began to stroke Tanya's pussy.
— From here, from this hole, you poop, — Lyusya inserted her little finger a nail's length into Tatyana's anus. But it tickled and felt unpleasant, so she quickly pushed it back out, which, however, didn't really stop Lyuska. — And from this hole you pee; and from here, — spreading Tatyana's most delicate labia with her other hand, — children come out. From this hole, — and Lyuska began to lightly massage the small labia with her fingers, then with her open palm her entire pussy, which made Tatyana feel especially good. Sometimes her friend brought her face so close to the little girl's slit that Tanya began to feel her hot breath and the light touch of her lips.
— But you can't put fingers deep in there — it will hurt a lot. And this hole is only for a husband: others have no business there. If you want it to feel good, you can touch this little bud, but it's still very small on you, — the older girl continued her explanations. — Here, look what mine is like, — Lyusya leaned her torso back and spread her labia with her fingers, showing Tatyana the charms of her, for her age, well-developed clitoris. In the shape of a strawberry, it rose among the petals of the small lips, developed to such an extent that even the folds of the outer ones couldn't hide them, making her slit seem constantly open. The folds of the lips were like the wings of a butterfly, somehow finding its way into a girl's crevice and now trying to take flight, tremblingly spreading them apart. Playfully laughing, Lyuska sometimes deliberately spread her legs very wide, at which point the large lips, stretching, rounded into an oval, fleshy "donut" covered with newly appeared reddish fuzz, from which rose the bud of the most delicate pink flower.
— You can even touch it — Lyusya took Tatyana's hand and first placed it on her own pussy, then, grabbing two of her fingers, began to make circular motions with them. At the same time, her breathing quickened and her eyes began to shine with an incomprehensible delight.
Once Lyuska brought a magazine, which she had stealthily taken from her older brother, and the two of them began with interest to examine male bodies and what was between their legs. That time the friends got so carried away that Lyuska had her first orgasm in her life, but Tatyana never understood then that it was actually an orgasm.
— What happened to you? — Tanyusha asked fearfully.
— I don't know, I just fainted. Probably swam too much, — Lyusya squeezed out in a hoarse voice. — But don't tell anyone else about this, okay? — Her words sounded more like an order.
— Of course, — Tatyana quickly agreed.
True, since then Lyuska no longer allowed such easy play with her clitoris, and her games with Tatyana's pussy also stopped.
Lyuska finished school a year later and went off to the capital to relatives who had promised to get her a good job. And Tatyana was left with only one friend — Toska, who for some reason was completely uninteresting to her. Summer was approaching, and after it the final graduating class, after which, she hoped, she would soon leave her boring little farmstead.
Chapter 2.
But it was that summer that drastically changed Tatyana's life. To Baba Paraska, who lived at the very end of the farmstead (or the beginning, depending on how you look at it), her own grandson — Viktor — arrived from the army. Of Viktor's parents, only his mother remained, living in the city in a small one-room "Khrushchevka" apartment with her stepfather, whom she had managed to marry while her son was still in the army. And returning home, Viktor discovered that he now had nowhere to live.
Practically, he was also a local, from the farmstead, because he often visited his grandmother on holidays, although in recent years he had been seen here rarely. Therefore, the appearance of the young man, matured in the army, on the small farmstead did not go unnoticed. When Tatyana saw Viktor — she fell in love immediately, making her fateful life choice. After staying with his grandmother for a month, he remained there, getting a job as a mechanic at a farm in the neighboring large village. Now Tatyana had a goal in life — to catch the moment when her beloved, on his old motorcycle, passed by on his way to work or back. For this, she tried to plan her walks around the village so that at lunchtime she would be on the bridge, over which the "Izh-Jupiter-4" rattled. Sometimes Viktor stopped on the bridge to chat with the local kids and men, who had chosen the bridge as a place for smoke breaks and male gossip. Blushing, Tatyana would approach such a group, carefully catching the gaze of her chosen one. The chosen one sometimes actually winked at the young girl, which threw her into complete confusion.
But soon Toska, who often ran over to Baba Paraska's, as they were some kind of distant relatives, brought, like a magpie on its tail, unpleasant news — it turned out Viktor was dating Polina — the young librarian from the neighboring village… This news cut down the young admirer like a scythe, but after crying for several nights, Tatyana seriously decided that she would not give up what was hers. Once, having first persuaded her parents to let her go to a dance in the neighboring village, she then boldly went to Vitya with a request to give her a ride there and back: her parents had asked, she said. Vitya agreed to the parents' request, and so in the evening, tightly hugging the chest of her beloved, she raced on the old Izh towards the alluring lights of the village disco, intending to prove to Vitya who the real beauty was. For this, she wore, under her skin, a black short skirt with a wide belt emphasizing her thinness, a red semi-transparent blouse with a deep neckline, black underwear, having previously stuffed enough, in her opinion, cotton into her bra, hung herself with costume jewelry like a New Year's tree, made up to the level of war paint of the modest wives of bloodthirsty American Indians, becoming, in her opinion, like a femme fatale — a vamp — the ideal of all young girls. Such makeup, naturally, aroused increased interest from the local tipsy guys and unfriendly looks from the girls accompanying them, but, unfortunately, aroused no interest in Vityok. But that evening she saw her "bespectacled" rival for the first time, with long white hair, naturally large breasts, and a small butt. Unlike Victoria, Polina wore minimal makeup, but her glasses really emphasized the size and beauty of her eyes. "Big-eyed" snake — that's the nickname Polina now bore, though she didn't know about it. Those dances ended with minor troubles; Viktor had to drag Tatyana away from two drunk "gentlemen" who were dragging the woman-vamp somewhere behind the dance floor into the bushes. But overall, Vitya did not react to all of Tatyana's signs of attention, treating her more like a younger sister than an object of his sexual desires.
Early autumn came, starting the period of village weddings. Taking advantage of the fact that her school friend's sister was getting married, Tatyana began early to seek permission from her parents to attend such an important event, to which they, as if sensing trouble, agreed with obvious reluctance. Having received parental approval, Tatyana went to Viktor with the usual request to take her to the wedding. This time Vitya didn't agree right away, explaining that his motorcycle was broken, so Tatyana had to persuade the guy for a long time to fulfill her request.
Only after dropping off his passenger at the gates of the village wedding, Viktor immediately left, but soon returned with the "big-eyed" snake. Tatyana watched the couple intently, combining this with dancing with classmates and other school acquaintances. After dancing a few songs, Tatyana noticed that some argument had arisen between Polina and Viktor, and a little later, somewhere in the middle of a dance, Polina began demonstratively freeing herself from Viktor's embrace. Breaking free from her suitor's hands, the girl ran out into the street. Viktor didn't stay put but hurried after his girlfriend. Tatyana rushed after them, deftly dodging her partner, trying to keep the lovers in her field of vision. The pair ran off into the gloom of the autumn night in a foreign village, but this didn't scare Tanyusha, who was running after her beloved. After chasing them for some distance, she suddenly lost the pursued. Very upset, she decided to return. She slowly, rubbing her wet eyes with her fists, returned to the lights of the celebration. But, literally a few steps away, before reaching the dance area, Viktor caught up with her.
— Why aren't you dancing? — he asked mechanically.
— No one to dance with, and the music isn't interesting, — Tatyana lied in a distressed voice, but the tears welling in her eyes immediately dried up.
At that moment, the hosts began calling the guests for the second course.
— Shall we go have a drink? — Viktor half-asked, half-suggested and dragged the girl to the table.
The alcohol hit Tatyana's head and she, no longer shy, suggested in a languid voice to Viktor sitting next to her:
— Let's get out of here, you're driving and you shouldn't drink! And I'm bored here.
They left the table hand in hand and silently walked to the motorcycle left aside. Viktor, with a sharp kick of the lever, started his "iron horse" and they slowly rolled back towards their native farmstead. Tatyana tried to ask Viktor something on the way, but he either didn't answer or just nodded indifferently. Before reaching the spot, on the approach to a dense forest plantation, Tatyana began demanding to stop because she couldn't hold it anymore. Viktor turned into the darkness of the trees and turned off the ignition and lights.
Tatyana jumped off the seat and disappeared behind the crumbling bushes. She took off her panties, squatted, and released a hot stream of urine, which, however, brought no relief, only creating a sensation of cold emptiness in her lower body. Wiping her pussy with a tissue she had prepared in advance, she touched her clitoris several times, which, like Lyuska's once, had acquired, for some reason, a large size and increased sensitivity. Returning her underwear to its place, Tanya hurried back to the motorcycle, guided by the red glow of Viktor's lit cigarette.
— Why are you so gloomy?
— Oh, nothing! Though what's the point, — the guy sighed resignedly. — Had a fight with Polka!
— What about?
— You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat!
Tatyana frowned disapprovingly, and Viktor softened.
— She wants to go abroad somewhere to earn money. She has an aunt there who got a job as a caregiver for a rich Italian woman, maybe she can arrange something with the neighbors. But what am I supposed to do there