Sometimes a closed circle is a triangle. Closed triangle relationship

It’s clear that after what I did to my mother in my heart, I was certainly forgiven... hmm... for my behavior on the pond. Well... In any case, mom didn’t complain about me anymore. It seems...
Although, maybe it was something else - she came to her senses after orgasm, probably 15 minutes later, not earlier. And it seems like she wants to be angry with me, but her eyes are happy. More precisely, - SATISFIED...
But what surprised her even more, or rather amazed her, was that even now I didn’t even try to quench my lust in my turn. Mom even glanced at my erection incredulously. Well, yes... The member was standing, be healthy. It was already smoking, damn it. And of course, mom was absolutely sure that right now I would knock her right here in the shower stall on her knees and now she would have to please me. We can add here that, probably, in general, it would be fair to say so. I won’t hide, in fact, I had to gather all my will into a fist so as not to do exactly that.
I repeat that I am by no means a bastard or a scumbag. On the pond, I was just completely blown away by my mother’s closeness and accessibility, and I was drunk too. But I would never dare to force my mother to have sex a second time.
Now, if she now, at least with a glance or a gesture, or at least with some kind of hint, made it clear... what this is... well, I wouldn’t mind. O... Wow, I wish I could arrange it for her here in this shower stall.
It seems that mom understood my thoughts. Because she just grinned and looked at me sarcastically. Well, like, no, you can’t wait. I made an unhappy, grief-stricken face.
But mom, in response to this, only nodded towards the door:
- Go, wait outside... It’s inconvenient to get dressed in front of you, - but suddenly a slight smile touched her lips, - you should go to the bath attendants, my dear... It would be nice to give your mother a bath... The women would have been in line with you for a month signed up.
She winked at me mockingly.
For some reason, her joke offended me unpleasantly. No, that’s not really the point. I kind of hoped for a continuation. Yes. To my mother’s reciprocal affection. And after all, she’s smart for me, she understands everything PERFECTLY... WHAT I want... And she’s humorous here. Me too, fuck...
Frustration overwhelmed me. So much so that I didn’t even wait for my mother, but lit a cigarette and wandered away, overwhelmed by resentment towards my mother.
At the local market stall, and at the campsite it was open 24 hours a day, I bought a bottle of beer and another pack of cigarettes. Large and small stumps built in a row around the sales tent, which here replaced tables and chairs, were empty. However, it’s already night. Only in the farthest region, a company of five guys, already well-fitted, were noisily playing poker in the light of a table lantern.
The beer was local, on tap and had its own special taste. However, I didn’t stay here long. I finished my beer, smoked a cigarette and slowly walked through the sleeping campsite towards our tents. The mood was not good.
A lamp was burning in my tent. It could have burned just like that. But for some reason there was a pleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach, in anticipation... Hmm... In anticipation of what?
Mom was lying, wrapped in her sleeping bag, placing a higher pillow under her head and reading a book by the light of the lamp.
Just in passing, while she was turning the page in the book, she glanced at me from above the book:
- Your father is sleeping, snoring like a cannon. I just decided to read from you so as not to disturb him.
Well, yes... Well, yes... Of course... I just came to my tent to read. Yes.
I had a hard time suppressing a smile, feeling like a powerful wave of excitement was washing my whole body with a pleasant shiver.
For some reason, desperately timid, sideways, with my eyes downcast guiltily, I climbed into the tent.
My sleeping bag, unfolded, lay at the other end of the tent. However, the tent was small; there was hardly more than an arm’s length between my sleeping place and my mother’s.
I turned around and, clumsily poking around in the low tent between my parents’ backpacks and my bag standing at the entrance, I felt the zipper pull. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my mother looking at me expectantly again as I slowly pulled the zipper up, thus closing the tent. It was probably strange. At the campsite, no one usually got into the habit of locking themselves out. I carefully zipped the zipper all the way to the top, not failing to fasten it with a special tab at the top, so that it was simply impossible to open the tent from the outside.
Mom was now looking at me continuously, lowering the book onto her stomach. It was a strange, expectant look from twinkling green eyes. I never found the strength to meet my mother’s eyes and therefore felt indecisive. My heart beat in my chest like a steam hammer. I could almost feel her gaze on me.
We didn't say a word to each other. I don’t know, maybe she was waiting for me to say something first. But in any case, I couldn’t squeeze a word out of myself.
Having suppressed the beginnings of involuntary timidity - after all, I was already a young man, and not yesterday’s teenager, my mother’s boy, I pulled the T-shirt over my head. The T-shirt went to my sleeping bag. I took a long time and clumsily took off my shorts. It was uncomfortable. Firstly, I was on my knees and I was clearly cramped, and secondly, by this time I already had a hard-on. The member quickly filled with all its fighting power. The proximity of a woman in the cramped tent, the feminine smell intoxicated the mind.
I exhaled noisily through my mouth, trying to relieve the tension. However, my body definitely needed a completely different kind of discharge in order to relieve tension. It was funny, but I still couldn’t find the courage to look my mother in the eyes. And her gaze - in my opinion, the most natural mockery was already felt in it, because my mother could not help but see my erection - literally burned me.
Slowly and just as awkwardly, feeling my cheeks covered with a traitorous blush, I pulled the elastic band of my panties down. Probably, if my mother had bashfully turned out the lamp now, it would be easier for me - in any case, I’m not so ashamed in front of her. But I knew that I would not wait for such a gift from my mother.
The erect penis, freed from the captivity of the tissue, immediately plopped its enraged, excited head on the stomach, slightly below the navel. The blood in my veins was almost boiling.
And only when the last part of my clothes went into a common pile on my sleeping bag with shorts and a T-shirt, already completely naked, kneeling with aroused masculinity against all odds, I finally, as they say, overcame myself and found the strength to raise my head and look on mother.
I guessed it right, sparkles of mockery danced in her eyes. But not contemptuously or mockingly, no. And something like “well, well, I told you so”... Apparently, this look was a continuation of my mother’s tirade about the stupidity I had committed and leaving for a distant northern island.
There was not a hint of dissatisfaction or resentment in my mother’s eyes. And this cheered me up. Now the words were already useless. Mom and I understood each other without any words.
She lowered her eyes to my uplifted nature. She shook her head. Her eyes widened in feigned surprise.
I made two checkers towards her, as I was on my knees, and was already towering over her. Mom didn’t even change her position. Not a single gesture. Neither protesting nor encouraging. All this was reminiscent of a silent play of shadows.
My hand slowly pulled the edge of my mother’s sleeping bag, taking it to the side. Now, without any timidity, I looked straight into my mother’s eyes, with pleasure demonstrating to her my cast muscles, my masculine beauty, and the heroic power and gigantic stature of my masculine spear. A quiet, mocking smile touched the corners of her lips. She still looked at me expectantly. However, something has changed. Still, she couldn’t restrain herself. In her gaze, in my opinion, against her will, curiosity suddenly flashed and her gaze with obvious interest slowly floated over me, looking over my body with an attentive gaze.
In short, captivated by the contemplation of my mother's...
eye, I didn’t immediately realize that there was nothing on it. Literally... When I opened her sleeping bag, mom was lying completely naked inside.
She didn't even try to cover her nakedness. And it seemed that she showed me her tanned, delicious, well-groomed, sleek body with no less pleasure than I showed myself to her.
She stretched languidly and lazily, like a cat, so that her chest swayed seductively.
Still timidly, although already fully aware of everything, I placed my palm on my heavy chest, squeezing the soft, juicy female flesh in my fingers with pleasure, and with my other hand, carefully dimming the light in the flashlight under the really the tent.
Mom sighed and chuckled again, as if reluctantly putting the book aside.
She closed her eyes, showing with all her appearance that in general there was no point in talking and everything was somehow imperceptible and at the same time clearly leaned her whole body towards my palm on her chest . Her eyes closed, and her wet tongue slowly touched her soft, plump upper lip. Spread half-bent tanned legs opened up a view of the full labia of a woman’s nature, as it seemed to me in the heat of rapidly rolling arousal, already sparkling with moisture , excited, pink with a naked clitoris, half-open, like a rosebud, delicate folds of the vagina. The beautiful snake hairstyle wriggling on her pubic area seemed to be lurking, waiting for me. Beautiful large breasts with large, already hard nipples sticking up, smoothly heaved in time with the movements of a beautiful soft female belly.
I hesitated for a few moments, not knowing where to start. Kiss her? But when I was bending over her, a shadow of displeasure flashed across her face, and I clearly understood, rather even felt, that my mother did not want to kiss me. But... But... The excitement was already overflowing. Mom just wanted to open her eyes. Her half-open mouth, as if frozen in anticipation, told me the right decision.
I hastily adjusted the pillow so that my mother’s head was higher. I threw my leg over her and knelt over her, so that her breasts were right under my ass.
Mom didn’t want to open her eyes, even when my huge swollen head poked her lips. For some reason, I still expected at least some resistance, but mom simply parted her lips and let me into her mouth.
Trembling with my whole body from an incomparable buzz, and most importantly from the feeling of my next victory over the woman lying under me, I slowly inserted my penis into her mouth. Slowly, shallowly, halfway. As if to let my mother get used to me, to let her remember me. The pulsating member was in the gentle captivity of the woman’s mouth, mother’s lips softly enveloped the tense shaft. Then mom even smacked her lips a couple of times, lightly sucking me.
I swayed my hips a couple of times, slowly pulling out and plunging into her mouth. Of course, I couldn’t stand it for long. And then, having made up his mind, he also slowly inserted his penis deep into her mouth, literally pinning the back of my mother’s head to the pillow, so that her face was pressed tightly into my thighs.
Her breathing became unsteady, my penis was far from her throat, and my mother began to breathe noisily through her nose. And nothing. She even managed to suck me now.
And without thinking any more, I gently placed my palm under the back of my mother’s head to make it more convenient to support her head, with my other hand I rested my hand on the pillow next to my mother’s head and began to slowly and pump your hips heavily, piercing your mother’s mouth deep to the throat every time. At some point, I pressed myself too tightly and forcefully against my mother’s face, with the goal of pushing the head of my penis deeper into her throat. This was surprising, but not the member, the Sechas Bole, which is an impressive of the Rammeres, and the same in -depth in the mammin, did not make the mammary of the nickel -obscurity.
Soon I was ready to cum. I literally languished with desire with all my being, trying to prolong it as long as possible - before that I felt good - this is pleasure. For my dear mother was a true master at pleasing the male phallus with her mouth.
Mom had been sucking my dick for several minutes. I had been on the edge for a long time and could barely restrain myself in order to cum in that big, warm, tender mouth. Hot lips sucked the head, slowly drawing the penis into themselves and swallowing it into their mouth - right up to the throat. However, today I was literally unbending and simply huge, so that even my mother choked several times on the head of my penis deep in her throat. I mercifully let her catch her breath, and I myself came to my senses. Because, to be honest, if it weren’t for these respites, I would have long ago spilled a generous portion of my seed into my mother’s mouth.
In some kind of ecstasy, I either squeezed her head with both palms, then gently stroked her hair, then suddenly grabbed her roughly by the hair and forcefully pulled her head onto my penis, then affectionately I hurt her ears. Mom didn’t resist at all.
However, it hasn’t been a secret for me for a long time - I don’t know how it is with other men - but she always liked sucking me off. She herself once admitted to me that it is a particular pleasure to bring me to orgasm orally and that she really likes to savor the taste of my sperm, smearing it on the surface Wash your mouth with your tongue, then swallow. Yes, yes, Maik always swallowed, first, certainly showing me my seed on her tongue. In my opinion, this ritual gave her special pleasure.
Several times my mother took and pushed my penis onto her cheek. When I took my penis out of her mouth, she obediently licked the testicles, took them into her mouth and sucked them, licked the shaft of my spear from all sides with relish. And squeezing her lips into a tight ring, she impaled herself on me and moved her head towards me, instantly sending me to nirvana, at the same time rubbing the frenulum with her tongue and tickling the heads ku, and then herself, although it was uncomfortable for her to do it in such a position, took it deeply in the mouth all the way to the throat.
The ending was quick. I pressed myself against my mother’s face with all my might, the sperm literally shot out of me, probably straight into my mother’s esophagus, the head of my penis was deep in her throat. The shuddering member, one after another, spat out large clots of sperm into my mother’s throat. We both froze. True, for various reasons, my mother had difficulty noisily swallowing my seed, apparently spending all her efforts not to choke. And I... And I was just beside myself. Somewhere in another world.
When I slowly leaned to the side, falling in a helpless heap next to my mother, she glanced sideways at me in amazement:
- How long have you not had a woman? - her lips and even her tongue were generously stained with my sperm - my whole mouth was flooded... I almost choked...
I found the strength to smile:
- Well... There are no problems with women on the island, - I smiled faintly, - they simply aren’t there...
Mom twirled her finger at her temple:
- And I ask again, fool, why should you drag yourself to this island? Sheer idiocy...
I just shrugged my shoulders. Of course, it was useless to argue with my mother on this topic.
“I’ll go and see if our guys are all asleep...,” she kissed me on the cheek with her wet lips, “sleep...
- Will you come back, mom? - I asked worriedly.
She had already climbed out of the sleeping bag and was standing in front of me on all fours, so that her breasts were almost touching my face.
“Are you not enough?” she chuckled.
“Mom...,” I was embarrassed, “that’s not the point... I just missed you... Let’s talk...
“Well, well...,” she said mockingly and didn’t answer me.
In the dark, mom pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and unzipped the tent and climbed out. Unbeknownst to myself, I fell asleep.
I woke up soon. Mom was lying next to me again, wrapped in a sleeping bag, the lamp was again burning under the ceiling of the tent, and mom was reading a book again. She still came back to me. I don’t know why, but for some reason it aroused me. Or maybe it was just the proximity of the woman that had an effect on me.
I reached out to her, like a proprietor, without any pretense or doubt, and pulled her under me, pulling off her shorts, and then her T-shirt. Mom just sniffled and quietly whispered: “quiet, quiet... just quiet.” She only pulled away from...

Me to get up and turn off the lamp.
True, when I spread her legs to the sides and hovered over her with my erect penis erect, she suddenly categorically resisted. I didn’t immediately understand what was going on. And I didn’t immediately understand that my mother’s pussy was taboo for me. At some point, I wanted to not give a damn about these mother’s troubles and forcefully enter her, and then... and there, as always, she would forgive me everything again. But that was not the case. Angry eyes stared at me with a withering gaze, and long nails threateningly dug into my shoulders.
- No, Syoma! Don't even think about it! Where can I find birth control pills for you in the forest? I don’t want to guess again later...
- Mom... I’ll have time... Well, get out of you...
“Yeah,” she curled her lips sarcastically, “you’ll tell these fairy tales to your friends.” And I already know you...
In general, I didn’t argue with her. He didn’t bother to remind her that, in fact, just today on the beach of the pond she herself seemed to protest against anal sex. Meaning? Mom may be a mathematician, but, in my opinion, logic is not for her.
A moment later, the mother was turned over on her tummy, so that her delicious milky ass was white in front of my face, and my penis was already pressing hard against her elastic buttock.
My mother’s quiet cry, this time tormented by impatient excitement and frustration that my mother did not allow herself to be fucked in the most natural way, I did not stand on ceremony.
“Soma...,” she screamed again, but my palm had already covered her mouth.
“Yes, be quiet, mom...,” I just exhaled, “do you want the whole campsite to come here?”
She just groaned in response, blowing her hot breath onto my palm.
Her anus again tightly grasped my penis. Lush buttocks swayed smoothly in time with the thrusts, flattening when the men’s hips touched. For some time I just lay on her, moving my hips, being in the hot captivity of her anus, warming up both my mother and myself.
Then, with a jerk, he lifted his mother onto all fours, squeezing the large soft hemispheres of the juicy female ass in his palms, and with what is truly called, a powerful onslaught, plunged into my depth of the warm and cramped rectum of the mother. Mother arched her back, taking me into herself. I was in no hurry, knowing full well that in my absence my mother’s ass had become unaccustomed to male attention, and I didn’t want to hurt her at all. I moved slowly and measuredly, but every time I entered my mother until the very end. The elastic soft ass tightly squeezed my tense spear, and at that moment when, overcoming the resistance of the muscles of the tight ring of the anus, the penis entered all the way - Amina’s ass somehow relaxed on its own, and the head of my phallus seemed to fall into the blessed tender flesh of the parent’s straight intestines.
Not only that, soon my dearest mother gently pushed her hips back to each of my thrusts, helping me push her ass onto my dick all the way wow, emphasis. Hmm... Well, no matter how indignant my mother was, I knew that she always liked anal sex.
Already finishing, I ran my palm into my lover’s hair, forcing her to throw her head far back, and a moment later my penis again began to spew streams of hot sex into my parent’s ass menu
Then, tired and satisfied, we lay in each other’s arms and chatted lazily. However, it was mostly me who spoke. I told my mother, in response to her curious and persistent questions, about the ups and downs of my life on the northern island, what, why and why we are building there, and so on and so forth. True, it was construction issues that interested my mother the least. But on the topic of how and how many times we are fed there, where we sleep, how we wash our clothes, is there somewhere to wash, what is the situation with medicine, and so on, all the base everyday little things - about that she Please ask again several times.
It got noticeably cold at night and later the two of us finally climbed into my sleeping bag. Both me and my mother were simply too lazy to pull clothes on. In a word, the coolness of the night saved me and my mother. However, how many of these happy accidents have there already been that saved me and my mother during the entire time of our amorous relationship with her?
Of course, when the lock of the tent canopy crawled down the zipper with a quiet rustle, my mother and I froze in fear. Where can I go? We lie in an embrace, naked, in the same sleeping bag. The tightness of the tent didn’t even allow my mother and I to move away from each other.
A sigh of relief from outside:
“Uff... Where are you?” the father said with relief, “and I woke up... No son, no wife.” It's late... I wonder where you are?
I couldn't utter a word. But mom was found right away. Demonstratively placing her head on my shoulder, she smiled at her father with the most radiant smile:
“Well, you yourself tried to set up a tent for your son...,” she giggled, “however, you couldn’t even hammer in the pegs.”
The father also laughed:
- Yeah... We went through it yesterday. Petrovich was probably offended... He prepared the boat and gear...
“Darling, you snored so much... You always snore like that when you drink too much,” my mother said reproachfully, “so I ran to my son...
The father laughed again:
- Yes, I understand. Probably the fumes in our tent are such that...
Mom pointedly kissed me on the cheek:
“Yes, and I missed the boy... Our chick flew away from the nest,” she sobbed sadly and playfully, “we’re lying here chatting.”
I felt her heart beating, like your steam hammer, her chest was pressed tightly to my chest. And in my opinion, my mother was almost shaking with fear. Hmmm... An experienced intelligence officer could probably envy such endurance.
- Okay, I’ll go to bed then. Otherwise I feel in the morning, I won’t get up..
- I'll come now, dear...
“No, no, whatever,” the father waved his hand, “if you want to sleep with your son.” Otherwise, you definitely won’t get enough sleep with me today.
“Why am I going to bother my son here?” Mom pouted.
“No, mom,” I mumbled hastily, squeezing her palm inside the sleeping bag, “stay... When will we chat like this again?” You're not bothering me at all! I miss you very much too.
In response, she quietly scratched me on the chest.
The father laughed:
- Okay, good night. I went to bed.
He zipped up the tent again.
The first thing I did, as soon as my father’s steps died away in the distance, I rushed to the tent flap and threw a dog on the zipper lock, so that it was now impossible to open the tent from the outside.
My heart seemed ready to jump out of my chest. Damn, it turns out that when I fucked my mother in the anus, the tent was open? Go crazy... To tell the truth, I could never, and did not want to, imagine what would happen if my father ever caught me and my mother. Even though my mother and I had... hmm... not a very standard mother-son relationship... And despite all that, whatever one may say, I slept with my father’s wife. But I loved and respected my father very much. This is such a fucking family love triangle.
True, what’s there. This same family paradox - mom-me-dad - has long become commonplace for me. And I got used to it a long time ago. In the sense that it turns out, it is indeed possible to sincerely love your father and at the same time sleep with your mother. Let's just say that mental anguish about this and remorse for my father were in the distant past, as they say, this page has long been turned.
Of course, no, no, but sometimes my conscience, usually unexpectedly and on the sly, tended to bite, but in any case I was powerless to change anything. Not once, not twice, my mother and I, sometimes by mutual consent, and sometimes exclusively on her initiative (usually on her initiative), stopped our incestuous sinful novel. But... But... But... One way or another... Some time passed, for one reason or another, but we inevitably ended up in the same bed again. What can you write here?
When I turned around, my mother was hastily getting dressed. She was already in a T-shirt and standing on all fours, sticking out...

A white butt in my direction, scouring the dark in the folds of my sleeping bag in search of my shorts.
“Mom, where are you going?” I asked in a whisper.
“To my father...,” she said, “horror... Almost got caught... I almost died from fear.”
“Don’t go, mom...,” I said quietly, “he allowed it.”
Mom froze:
- Semyon... Well, here we are again with the old rake. I don't even want to discuss this.
I snuggled up to her from behind:
- Mom, I miss you so much. I won't let you go.
“Syo-yoma...,” she turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and hung in my arms, “and I’d be glad to scold you.” Yes, she herself is no better than you. But this cannot and should not continue. Well, what are we doing again, huh?
She sobbed and suddenly sobbed muffledly:
- So ashamed in front of my father... What am I doing? I sleep with my own son.
“Mom, mom...,” I muttered like a fool, gently stroking her hair. We stood on our knees in front of each other, squeezing each other in our arms. She hid her tear-stained face on my chest. Her shoulders shook with sobs. I consoled her as best I could, but to no avail.
This is probably the last thing that should have happened now. But after some time, I again felt a surge of incredible desire for her. My love sword instantly turned to stone, rising again like an unbending mast.
I stroked my mother’s hair, whispered how much I loved her, covered her tear-stained face with kisses. In the end, squeezing her shoulders in my palms, I slowly tipped her back onto the sleeping bag. She just sighed sadly, but didn’t say anything. And she didn’t even resist when her long legs flew up onto my shoulders. True, her palm prudently covered her womb. Access to the Holy of Holies was again prudently closed to me.
I almost cursed out loud. It was something new. In any case, before there was always one of two things - either my mother was just my mother (when there was another attempt to stop our sinful relationship) or my mistress. That is, either she didn’t let me near her at all... Or, on the contrary, she was absolutely trouble-free in bed and, in fact, usually submissively and passionately, as befits a good and ardent oh mistress, accepting all my sexual caresses and whims. In other words, all her holes were at my complete disposal.
And here it turns out... Hmm... Her mouth and ass were open to me, but her pussy is taboo. And think about it as you want, right? Is the glass half empty or half full?
But I again did not argue with her. And after a second, my mother’s legs tensed on my shoulders when my penis again slowly and inexorably plunged into the depths of her butt.
I covered my mother’s lips with my own, feeling the salty taste of her tears on my tongue, and we merged in a hot kiss.
******
For the third day now, my father had been walking like he was nailed. This time the mother was not joking. And she firmly stood her ground, making it clear that she would not back down and would not change her decision, as usual.
Mom's ultimatum was categorical.
- I almost raised my son alone! And you were always away from home for months. Now I will also raise my daughter alone?! Well, no!
“But... But...,” the father babbled.
“No “buts,” mom snapped, “sorry, my maternity leave is coming to an end.” And by the way, I have a whole department. Or should I sacrifice my career for the sake of my family again, huh? Or maybe now it’s your turn, honey?
It was a pity to look at my father.
- I don’t want to be torn between my daughter and work again. You must help me. I need to take care of my daughter. It's time for her to go to kindergarten. We already need to pick up some kind of club for her, dancing or maybe drawing,” the mother raged about generally obvious things.
- Maybe a nanny? - the father squeaked timidly.
- Aha! - Mom clasped her hands, - Whose daughter did I give birth to? Nanny? Don't say nonsense! Yes, what is it that pulls you somewhere again? Why don't we have money? What are you missing? Both of them went crazy!!! One will go skiing to his island again, the other is going to Kolyma. Are you both crazy? Have you done any renovations in the apartment? Did you report back?
The father, looking most miserable, just helplessly threw up his hands.
Here, it’s probably worth making a small digression.
We returned home from camping all together.
In the office they gave me my well-deserved vacation, the director, in addition to the vacation pay, also gave me a good bonus, moreover, in the presence of my father, flushed with pride, putting me in the lead r to other young engineers of the company.
True, here is my mother... After that night when she herself came to my tent, she no longer let me near her.
And again (for the umpteenth time) it was all about her remorse before her father. She told me that she was very sorry that she gave in to me that time at the campsite and that this should not happen again. In general, I started my old hurdy-gurdy. And although I already knew in advance all her arguments and lamentations on this topic (for the umpteenth time!), I silently and resignedly accepted her decision. In the end, I also have a heart and I also felt uneasy in front of my father.
I lived in their house. And, in my opinion, my mother didn’t like it either, to my and my father’s surprise. Previously, my mother never showed dissatisfaction with the fact that I lived with them. But now, one way or another, she hinted that I was already an independent adult, self-sufficient and should no longer live with my parents. I admit, it was insulting to hear something like that from her lips.
Here it is necessary to add that, in general, my parents had a luxurious four-room apartment in Sokolniki, but we usually went to this house, in a holiday village in the Moscow suburbs whether to live for a couple of months only in the summer, well, or visiting on weekends or holidays.
But with the birth of Masha, my mother decided to move to our country house for permanent residence. After all, the forest is nearby, clean air, quiet, no city bustle, and so on.
But now, mom’s maternity leave was coming to an end, Masha already had to go to kindergarten in September, so mom was going to move the whole family back to the apartment in Moscow.
By the way, I had my own apartment. My parents gave it to me for my graduation from university. An awesome two-room apartment, luxuriously renovated and fully furnished, right next door to their house. I understand, at the suggestion of my mother, that I would have even less motivation, following my father’s example, to leave a comfortable life in the capital and go to some construction site in the remote taiga corner of our vast country.
And now my mother, almost in direct text, hinted that, they say, there is an apartment, the guy is already an adult, why are you sitting on your parents’ neck?
I, of course, understood the root of evil of this question. But all the same, I was in no hurry to move out of my parents’ house.
Indeed, I can say that mom soon thawed out. The whole point is that I spent almost days on end fiddling with little Masha. No, of course, I spent time with her before, but here I just couldn’t be happier, before that I liked spending time with her. I even surprised myself. And in the park, teach her to ride a scooter, go on attractions, watch cartoons in the cinema, draw, read together at home, build castles in the sandbox or from cubes on the carpet in her room. Masha herself did not leave my side and, in my opinion, she was simply happy that her older brother was devoting so much time to her. Something that has never happened before.
Mom and dad, this idyll, of course, also couldn’t help but rejoice. Moreover, my mother began to prepare in full for her return to work.
There was nothing to reproach her for anyway, a beautiful, well-groomed woman, it’s clear that she takes care of herself and takes care of herself. But, apparently, she herself considered this insufficient. So that morning and evening jogging, daily fitness again became the norm of her day, and in the basement of the house in the mini gym the dust was brushed off from all the equipment and, mom and I lost three sweats every day.
So that my readiness to devote myself to Masha was for my mother, among other things, very helpful. Yes, and I think, if it weren’t for Mashenka, I would have completely soured with melancholy. I was drawn to my mother...

It’s incredible, especially when she’s either bending over in gymnastics bars on the rug in front of the house or parading around the house in the same robe. And in general, her feigned coldness towards me was simply killing me.
Of course, I didn’t just spend whole days with Masha. Several times, of course, I went out with old friends to a bar or a nightclub. But even to the surprise of my old buddies, after half a year on a wild island, I wasn’t attracted to girls at all. True, I could not explain to any of my friends the real reason this.
- Semyon... Call Christina. Her mother told me that she would be very, very happy about this... - my mother told me, reminding me of my ex-girlfriend, whom I dated for a couple of years and to whom, You, I lost all interest at the time precisely because of moms.
The absence of my girlfriend didn’t even upset my mother, but moreover, it made her angry. Well... She, unlike my friends, understood the TRUE reason for my lack of interest in girls.
In my opinion, my mother was completely possessed by an almost manic, obsessive desire to set me up with some girl. Her friends and work colleagues often came to us for evening tea, certainly together with their marriageable daughters. With two of them, my mother even forced me out on a date. And I was very upset that none of them worked out for me.
She was even more upset when, one day, she entered my room without knocking... Hmm... And I was masturbating... Hmm... There is a photo of her in a very frivolous swimsuit. Well, yes... Kick... Man, 22 years old... Jerking off to a photo of his mother. It's hard to say which of us was more shocked - me or her.
But what can I say, when she was doing aerobics in the hall in the same swimsuit in the morning, bending beautifully, I could barely restrain myself from immediately laying her out on the carpet and fucking for her sweet soul . Or, when she, wearing only a towel wrapped around her body, steamed and red, came out of the bathhouse where she went after her aerobics, I don’t know how I restrained myself from pick her up in your arms and not carry her back to the bathhouse and...
- Semyon... Yes, find yourself a girl already! - she clasped her hands in despair, after she took her photograph from me and tore it into small shreds, - you know, this is already some kind of schizophrenia!!! Yes, it’s not so bad that I’m your mother! I'm older than you! For a whole 20 years!!!
I shrugged. And although he was now ready to fall through the ground out of shame, he still objected to her:
- Don't say nonsense. You are a very beautiful woman! - this came out of me too passionately, so that my mother even shuddered, - and you are the most amazing lover I have ever had! Mom, don’t think, I’ve had many women... But none of them can compare to you!
Mom covered her face with her palms:
- Don't say that, idiot! Do you know how much I blame myself when I hear this?! After all, it's my fault! It was I who once went to bed with my own son...
I shook my head:
- Mom... Yes, don’t worry so much... It’s not just about you. It’s just... How can I explain to you... I don’t need a serious relationship right now. Don’t be afraid..., - I smiled, - you and dad will have grandchildren. It’s just that I don’t want to get married before I’m thirty - that’s for sure. And, to be honest, I don’t need any kind of permanent relationship with girls either. Or I don’t want to yet. That's the whole point.
I looked at her intently:
- There is only one problem. Sex. I love sex. And to tell you the truth, the lack of stable sex torments me. But to fool someone just for the sake of sex? Or picking up girls in clubs for sex for one night..., - I sighed, - besides... I’m telling you, I can’t find better lovers than you, Mom.
She twirled her finger at her temple:
- Semyon, can you even hear yourself? Are you offering your own mother to be your mistress until you find a wife?
- Well... Frankly, I’ve never thought about it in exactly this context, - I grinned, - but I like the idea, mom...
Mom shook her head:
- No, Syoma, no. Don’t even think about it... We’ve already been through this with you. And we should have put an end to this a long time ago,” she sighed, “and this is also my fault... Every time, instead of a full stop, we have dots with you...
- Mom... Come to me... - I reached out to her, unable to control the sudden impulse.
- Don't touch me, bastard! Do you even HEAR what I’m telling you!?,” she rudely pushed me away from her.
She ran out of the room, and I looked with regret at the crumpled pieces of paper into which my mother had torn one of my favorite photographs of her. In the end, it was this photo that helped me on the island... hmm... brighten up the lack of female society.
After this conversation, the mother again started singing that there was no point for an adult son to live with his parents, hinting that it was time for me to move into my own apartment. My father was sincerely shocked by these mother’s conversations and even asked me more than once why she was so annoyed with me. I could only shrug my shoulders.
Actually, my father saved me, one might say. When he carefully announced to his mother the next day that the office had won a large tender for the construction of a processing plant in Kolyma. In short, my mother was left in a precipitate state.
Here, you probably need to add something about your father. He is one of those for whom domestic routine is worse than death. Of those whom household chores, office routine, and a measured lifestyle can drive into depression in three months. People like my father, I think, raised virgin lands and built BAM and TransSib.
His element was there. Come to a bare field or to a dense taiga. And there, on the spot, set up a construction site, organize the production process from scratch, and organize construction. This was his talent. And it was for this that he was so highly valued in our office and it was for this that he was paid crazy amounts of money.
But money was never the main thing for him. It’s just such a life, in cabin trailers, screaming and swearing, in a word, that every day life beats like a volcano. I remember this myself. While I was little, my mother and I, having abandoned my studies at the university, wandered around with my father around his construction sites. I’ve never even gone to kindergarten in my life. You could say I grew up on construction sites. In any case, until it’s time to go to school. And then my father drove around without my mother and me, by and large, only being home on short visits.
Therefore, this time my mother’s ultimatum literally threw my father into a panic.
Hmm... Everything was mixed up in the Kartashevs' house.
“Darling, but maybe it’s still worth considering the option with a nanny?,” the father timidly threw out the fishing rod for the umpteenth time.
The mother grumbles dissatisfiedly in response:
- Yes, I already found a nanny without you. And a very good one. But it’s not about the nanny. It’s one thing when you or I have a problem at work. Or we decided to go out for a family dinner. No, there is nothing wrong if the child spends a couple of hours with the nanny. Well, or if the nanny takes the child to a children's club. But this is not the case when our daughter will hang around only with the nanny all day long!? Well, no, no, no. This is wrong...
- Well, honey...
- Yes, what’s up, dear? I’m already silent about renovations in the apartment! Didn't hit my finger!
They were arguing for the umpteenth time. And, in my opinion, there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
I sighed and walked into their kitchen. Mom glared at me with her eyes.
- And this one too. After vacation, he goes back to his island again. And Masha and I, abandoned, alone, not needed by anyone. “My family too...,” Mom snorted, pouting her lips offendedly.
I sat down at the table. He sighed again. And knocked them both out. Well, figuratively, of course.
- I can stay in Moscow... If my father resolves this issue in the office. With my work. I can also work in our design bureau. Vasilievich also called me to his place. In principle, I have always liked designing.
Deathly silence. Somewhere in the far room a fly flew by.
- What? - Mom closed her eyes.
But the father got his bearings right away:
- That’s great! All,...

That's it, we decided! - he clapped his hands, in my opinion, still not believing in his happiness.
- But... - Mom somehow even looked at me in fear, - this is a little different...
I didn’t let her finish:
- We will live in my apartment. There is enough space for your eyes. Masha's kindergarten is nearby. At the same time, mom, let’s start renovating your apartment.
- Brilliant! - the father again hurriedly admired, - well, the problem is solved! Son, I will solve everything with Vasilich. Vasilich himself told me that you have an excellent knowledge base and good makings of a designer! He will only be “for”!
Vasilich is the head of the design bureau of our office. Once upon a time he started in our office under the supervision of my father.
Mom looked at father with a withering gaze:
- Well, what are you doing, Misha? You dump your wife and daughter on your son. Is this right?
My father busily patted me on the shoulder and pathetically raised his finger up:
- Not just a son. And the eldest son! Heir! - he grinned contentedly, - practically the Deputy Head of the Family! And in my absence, Acting Head of the Family! Besides, were you yourself mad that the boy would run off to God knows where again? Well, he will be under your wing! Oh, how well everything turned out!
The father couldn’t even resist and grunted contentedly.
Then he suddenly glanced worriedly at his phone on the table:
- Oh, sorry, I have an important call!
His phone didn’t even think of ringing. But the father was in a hurry to escape from the family council and away from further debates and debates. Grabbing the phone, imitating a conversation with someone very, very important on a very, very serious issue, dancing, he literally ran out of the kitchen.
Mom glanced at me somehow incredulously:
- I don’t know... What can I tell you... I’m at a loss...
I was the most sincere son's love and loyalty:
- Mom, I just don’t want to leave you and Masha alone. Dad won't be around. Me too... How are you alone? But, of course, if you're against...
- No, no, no... What are you..., - she mumbled hastily and for the first time a smile flashed on her lips, - I’m very glad... that you will be with us... It’s just... This is a little unexpected.
She looked at me searchingly. I held her gaze.
Hmm... Well, not admitting to her that in fact my return to a wild island in the Arctic is all my bravado in front of my father. And in fact, in the coffin I saw this taiga wild romance. I didn’t want to leave Moscow anywhere else.
But is it bad that mom will think that I am making a sacrifice for her and Mashenka? Hmm... I could hardly contain my smile as I watched my mother’s face change. Confused surprise slowly turned into joyful emotion. Whatever one may say, my mother could not help but be glad that I would no longer walk to the ends of the earth. And no matter how you look at it, she was pleased that I was doing this for the sake of our family.
And then...
I placed a beautiful velvet box on the table in front of her. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
- What is this?
“Open it,” I smiled softly.
Mom, wary, slowly lifted the lid with almost two fingers and her eyebrows shot up even higher.
- Wow, you... What a beauty! Is this an emerald!? Oh... How much did you spend on this!? - I knew that the ring was truly magnificent. I chose it for a long time.
But then she looked at me again in fear:
- What is this?
I smiled:
- Ring...
- No, I understand... But what is this?
I sighed:
- Wedding ring...
- What... To whom?
- This is yours, mom ring...
She pressed her lips together nervously, completely stunned and not understanding anything.
I stood up and walked towards her. Mom jumped up from her seat, but I already grabbed her by the waist and pressed her to me.
- Syoma!? - she just screamed, blushing and lowering her head.
“You don’t want to be my mistress...,” I said quietly... “well then I’m not at all against matriarchy.”
I chuckled in response to her dumbfounded eyes, raised to me in her question:
- Matriarchy, mom... This is when a woman can have several husbands... I will be your younger husband..., - I smiled conspiratorially, - and secret, of course... In the absence of dad...
-Are you crazy? No! - she recoiled, but something unclear and indistinct flashed in her eyes. It was as if she had tasted this idea and couldn’t say that she really didn’t like it that much.
- I’m your mother..., - she shook her head, - they don’t marry mothers...
I didn’t let her go from me.
- Mom... And one more thing. And this is IMPORTANT! You will live in my apartment. Can you hear me? This is my home. And I am the owner there, - I even allowed myself to laugh, - you heard your father, - I am the Acting Head of the Family. When he leaves for his business trip. I will take care of you and Masha. But you must understand this, in my house I will be the main one.
Mom suddenly stopped struggling. She raised her face and looked at me with a strange look. She shook her head:
“Well, wow... It seems the boy has matured and become a man,” her lips even touched a smile, “wow, what powerful notes in her voice.” It’s even unusual for me. But I'm afraid... I'm not ready to agree to this.
I covered her lips with my fingers:
- Don't say no, mom... Just think. If you refuse, I’ll go to the island,” at these words she even raised her eyes to the ceiling, “take the ring, I ask you, and just think.” Okay?
“Let me go, Syoma...,” instead of answering, she rested her hands on my chest, “I’ve never heard anything more idiotic and perverted!” Oh, it would be better if you really found a wife for yourself, son... Instead of blackmailing your own mother! Look... You've gone completely crazy! He's wooing his own mother!
I let her go. She looked at me with an indignant look once again, twirled her finger at her temple and ran out of the kitchen.
True, before running away, she did not forget to grab the box with the ring from the table.
After this, something changed. In the sense that everyone in the house suddenly became happy. The storm has calmed down. But there was something else...
Mom became different. With me. And the point is not that now she was radiant, friendly, no more grumbling and soul-saving conversations.
She suddenly became incredibly sexy and seductive. In the sense that even before that I was drooling over her, regardless of her attitude towards me. Moreover, during these three weeks of intense physical exercise, she simply became amazingly prettier and it was basically impossible not to want her. But if before this, when she noticed my immodest hungry glances at herself, she only became angry and gloomy... Now, on the contrary, it was I who often caught her dark glances - half hints. She constantly tried to hug me, ten times a day, snuggle me, kiss me all over my cheeks, in a word, she never forgot to caress me once again. She started kissing me on the lips again. For any reason or just like that. She wraps her arms around my neck, presses her so hard that her breasts are squeezed into my chest, and kisses me deliciously on the lips, especially without being embarrassed by anyone, even in public, without tongue, of course, but in a chaste manner kiss mother and son this is clearly not it was like.
I’m not saying that at home she again began to dress openly, either in just panties and a bra, or in a short robe. And I understood that this was for my sake. It happens that I’m sitting, and she leans over to hug me, and her half-naked big tits almost fall out in front of my face. Or in one towel after a shower he will easily enter my room to kiss me goodnight before bed.
She openly teased me. And there was no other way to call it. In a word, she hasn’t behaved like this with me for a long time. It's been a long time. Probably since Mashenka’s birth.
Hey, hey, sometimes the blood was boiling in my veins, I just wanted to throw her on the carpet or on the kitchen floor, pull off her panties, and fuck her right here, like a soda goat or drink on your knees in front of you and put the excited member into her mouth without any pretense, and then whatever happens, even if the grass doesn’t grow.
I tried to talk to her several times. But she...

She just smiled and laughed lightly, always looking for a reason to fly away from the conversation. And I was tormented and tormented in ignorance.
But I held on. Because I couldn’t understand this change in her. I couldn’t understand her motives for playing with me. But I knew one thing for sure: my father would leave soon, and then my mother would be completely in my power.
But most importantly, she never gave me an answer. And I waited courageously.
True, once, I really set her up. Although no... Rather, after all, she set herself up. In the end, I couldn’t have known that she would rush to boast to Aunt Ira about my gifts.
Hmm... Yes, I gave my mom something else. Just on the day when the Kosarevs were supposed to come to visit us in the evening.
Well... Mom constantly defamed me, like on the podium, either in swimsuits, or in short robes, or in just underwear. Of course, everything seems to be by chance. And in response to my desperate glances, she only blinked her eyes in surprise and feigned incomprehension.
So I couldn’t resist and bought her very expensive, beautiful underwear. Very sexy, in which mom would look simply divine. But most importantly, it was red. Hmm... Red is my favorite color. Favorite color on your favorite body.
- Another gift? - Mom smiled sensually, clinging to me for a moment, so that the blood in my veins almost boiled again when I secretly handed her a beautiful bundle - you’re really spoiling me, son...
She looked languidly straight into my eyes:
- Is this a gift also with SOME conditions?
My breath caught from excitement, so that I was unable to answer, but simply shook my head.
Mom smiled radiantly:
- How nice, honey. Thank you.
She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me right on the lips, accepting from my hands my gift to her beauty. However, instead of immediately unpacking my gift, I fled into my room with it. All I could do was shrug my shoulders.
In the evening, father and uncle Anton watched TV with beer. Mom and Aunt Ira were chatting about something in the kitchen, sipping red wine.
I collected puzzles together with Masha in her room. Then he put her to bed and read her a bedtime story until she finally began to sleep, falling asleep.
I tiptoed out of my sister’s room, quietly closing the door behind me.
The parents' bedroom was right there, on the contrary.
“Wow...,” I heard Aunt Ira’s admiring exclamation, “wow!” Gorgeous, just a royal ring!
Mom’s voice oozed with pride:
- That's it, sister!
- Yeah... Syomka is a good boy. Look how he pampers you. First of all, count the salaries, and what a royal gift for mom...
- Oh, he actually showered me with gifts, Ir... He says he misses me so much... Here's another one... I haven't watched it yet.
There was the rustle of a wrapper being unwrapped. I just froze. Then my mother and aunt both burst into tears.
- Wow... Listen, gorgeous lingerie! You will be incomparable in it, dear,” the aunt giggled, “just wait, wait, does your son give you such sexy panties?”
“Oh...,” Mom squeaked dejectedly, “no, no... I mixed something up...
“So-a-ak...,” said Aunt Ira playfully, “it’s not like my husband... Even my lover doesn’t give it to me,” she burst out laughing, “well, your Misha, exactly, it’s not like that.” , what to choose, he would never have thought of giving you underwear in his life... And?
“Ira...,” my mother said, embarrassed.
- Well, come on, if only... Only a lover could give this to me, but you can’t give it to me! - Aunt Ira, burning with curiosity, chattered, - and who is he?
Mom giggled too:
- Ir... Well, what a lover. My husband, you know, is also a jealous person. And the son is such a... owner,” she sighed playfully and sadly, “so all that remains is to be a faithful wife.”
- Who would appreciate it? Is yours leaving again for six months? Already boasting to the fullest...
Mom just sighed.
- And-and-and-and? - Aunt Ira playfully drawled again with a hint.
“Yes, come on...,” her mother hissed at her, “Misha, in his absence, almost officially proclaimed Syoma, can you imagine, the Acting Head of the Family!” Yes, and SO pompous!
Aunt Ira, in my opinion, burst out laughing.
- Yeah. And not only that, Masha and I will live with Semyon. So that I will be under vigilant strict supervision.
“My poor thing...,” Aunt Ira grinned.
Later, when Kosarev left home in a taxi, my mother, making scary eyes, hissed at me, although with difficulty hiding a smile:
- Son, are you completely crazy? What are these gifts?
- Didn't you like it?
Mom rolled her eyes in feigned anger, then affectionately patted me on the cheek:
- I really liked it. A great gift... Just... Next time, be warned, okay? It’s good at least I didn’t unpack it in front of my father.
“Yes, mom,” I answered meekly, mentally already fucking her right on the kitchen table.
“Good night, dear,” she pecked me on the cheek again, dousing me with a thin cloud of perfume, “and thank you again...
“Good night, mom,” I said sadly.
True, in the end I couldn’t stand it. Well, who could stand it? I have already surpassed myself.
Everything happened in the kitchen the next day. I was drinking tea when my mother came into the kitchen, giving me a smile.
Throwing her platinum hair back over her shoulders, wearing her favorite short silk robe, she leaned towards the kitchen cabinet near the stove, with her back to me. I took another sip of tea from my mug and froze, inevitably staring at her slender, tanned bronze legs and ass divided into two hemispheres, the outlines of which were clearly visible fall through the thin fabric of the robe. Almost immediately, just below my stomach, a warm ball exploded, and I felt my penis involuntarily filling up with a man’s body and turning to stone.
I had no doubt that she was doing this again on purpose. Again her game, started with a goal that is unclear to me. But I was unable to take my eyes off my mother’s delicious ass and slender legs.
And mom, as if nothing had happened, continued rattling the frying pans on the bottom shelf of the kitchen cabinet. And although she could squat down, but instead she only arched more strongly at the waist, bending even lower. So much so that now thin openwork red panties were clearly visible from under the hem of the robe.
I was completely shocked. These were the same panties that I gave her. And... No, mom couldn’t do all this by accident. She knows that I’m behind her. But he continues to stand in such a damn seductive pose.
- Mom..., - I, as if hypnotized, could not take my eyes off the juicy female buttocks, - and dad... where is he?
Her butt swayed.
- He and Masha went to the children's world. He promised her to buy paints and an album.
I don’t remember exactly when the switch clicked in my brain, and instincts and feelings came into play - ancient and powerful, like ancient pagan gods.
What a sleepwalker, I got up from the chair, took two steps towards the figure leaning forward and unexpectedly put my hands on my mother’s waist. Then they slid higher until they felt the soft and juicy hemispheres of the breasts. The penis, sticking out like a pole, to which the fabric of the sports shorts could not serve as a serious obstacle, buried itself in the ass covered with silk material.
- Semyon, what are you doing? Well, what are you doing? - Mom tried to push me away. However, she did this somehow not at all convincingly. On the contrary, her body pliantly arched under the pressure of my fingers. And she didn’t even try to pull back my hand, which had already moved just below her tummy.
I knew her well enough to understand that my mother was not going to offer any resistance, despite her cries. And without any backward glance, my hands slipped under my mother’s robe and, not only that, into her panties. The fingers walked through the wonderful silky pubic hair and, without any doubt, plunged into the wet crevice of the mother's womb.
The mother trembled and...

Throwing a strand of hair from her face with a languid hand, she moaned loudly and sweetly:
- Syomushka... Syomushka... You again..., - she pouted her lips offendedly.
I almost roared in desperate rage:
- Mom, what are you doing to me? I'm already going crazy! Are you harassing me on purpose?
My fingers rushed even deeper inside my mother, and she pressed her whole body against me. Her palm covered my hand between her legs, but not at all in order to tear me away from her.
- Forgive me, honey, forgive me... I'm just afraid that you will leave... That you will leave again for your damned island! I don't want this so much! So I bewitch you...
- What?! - I shook my head and whispered in her ear, - just say yes, mom... Just tell me yes...
We both understood what I meant.
Her bright head shook from side to side:
- I can’t agree to this, son... You demand too much from me!
With every second I increased the movements of my fingers inside my mother. Her moans became louder and louder and finally she began to bend her body in time with the movements of my hands.
- You're forcing me to make a decision! - she whispered breathlessly, - but I’m a woman! You are a man, son. You are a man! Make the decision yourself! It is YOU who MUST make a decision... As you say, so it will be.
For a moment I froze, shocked. This is what the notorious women's logic is. Ornate... Roundabout... Incomprehensible... Damn... Ah, I thought I knew this woman like crazy. Wow, how she turned everything around. Hmm... Now it's me, so that means I have to make a decision?
“My poor thing, you’re trembling all over... I’ve brought you down... Forgive me, darling, forgive me,” the mother said hoarsely, “my boy, come to me... I’ll help you...
She suddenly stood up on her tiptoes, moving away from my fingers and turning to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and gently, in a long suction, kissed me on the lips. Her tongue burst into my mouth.
Then she slid down. Her thin hands ran over my shorts and after a moment my shorts, along with my panties, were already at my ankles.
My penis immediately straightened up, resting against her cheek. My mother’s warm and gentle palms immediately grabbed my penis, gently lulling it to sleep.
But before I had time to come to my senses, my mother’s hot lips closed in a tight ring on the head of my penis and my mother, diligently helping herself with her hands, began to ardently push herself on me. I felt like I was arched towards her lips. I was in seventh heaven. I felt her head with my palms and, gently grasping it, began to help my mother, giving her a certain rhythm.
Mom’s stormy breathing, accompanied by wet smacking, was interrupted only by my moans.
I was already on the very verge of bliss when my mother, apparently, was unable to cope with the powerful pressure of my excited nature, ramming with the power of a pounding weapon Yes, she took her mouth off my penis and began to skillfully jerk it off with both hands.
She was sitting on her haunches, and the robe did not cover her slender, tanned legs. My ring, the very one that I gave to her, was now bouncing on a thin gold chain between the swaying female breasts, in time with my mother’s movements.
Then, catching her breath, mom took me into her mouth again. I moaned again, moving in time with the caresses of my mother’s lips and tongue
My hands again hugged her fluffy head, and I again began to push my mother’s mouth onto my penis. Her fingers now began to knead my testicles, and I could no longer hold back.
For a moment it seemed to me that my masculine valor was swelling under the pressure of the pressing orgasm, like your fire hose at the moment of water supply, and then water poured into my mother’s mouth hell is thick and fatty like sour cream of sperm...
I screamed at the top of my voice, beside myself in ecstasy, pressing my mother’s head to me with all my might with my palms.
Who said that the Triangle is a simple rectilinear figure? Pythagoras? Euclid? Thales of Miletus? Let these smart guys go to hell. For there is nothing more complex and contradictory than this magical, terrible and merciless figure. Especially if you remember that one of the main features of any Triangle is a closed figure.
And here you go, try to break this most vicious Closed Triangle.
I couldn’t hold back and smiled at my unexpected stupid thoughts... I felt good.

It is necessary to distinguish between a connection in an open triangle (Figure 1, A) from the connection into an open triangle (Figure 1, b), sometimes called V-shaped. Let's look at a few typical examples of their areas of application.

Figure 1. Difference between connections in open ( A) and open ( b) triangles. Examples of using open delta connections: frequency tripler ( V) and zero sequence voltage filter ( G).

The following example is from a different area. In Figure 1, G shows a zero voltage filter, which is used to detect ground faults in a network with an isolated neutral. The primary windings are connected in a star, its neutral is necessarily grounded, due to which the primary winding of each phase is connected to its voltage relative to the ground. Secondary windings connected in an open delta power the relay R.

Under normal conditions, as well as during short circuits, but without grounding, the geometric sum of the phase voltages is zero. Consequently, the voltage on the relay coil is zero and it does not operate. However, during a ground fault, a zero-sequence component appears in the voltages U 0 . The relay is triggered and performs the specified actions (turns on a signal, turns off the grounded section, turns on the reserve, etc.).

Attention is drawn to the following. Grounding the neutral of the primary winding (Figure 1, G) is a necessary condition for the operation of the scheme. Grounding the secondary winding is a safety feature (see the article “Star connection diagram”). Third harmonic currents do not arise in the circuit of the secondary windings, since voltage transformers operate at low inductions, due to which their magnetic circuits are far from saturation.

Open delta is rarely used in power electrical installations, but is widely used in measurement, metering and complex relay protection circuits.

In Figure 2, A Two single-phase power transformers are connected in an open delta. This is equivalent to simply disconnecting one transformer from a three-phase group, but leaving all external terminals on both the primary and secondary sides. The features of this connection are as follows:
1. In phases ab And ac Linear currents pass, shifted in phase during an active load relative to the corresponding phase voltages by 30°. This means that each transformer with an active load operates with cos φ = 0.866 (not cos φ = 1). Therefore, the output power of two transformers connected in an open delta is not 2/3, but only 58% (2/3 of 86.6%) of the power that would be with a closed delta.

Figure 2. Examples of open delta connections.

2. Various resistances for linear currents they break symmetry under load.

Third example (Figure 2, V) shows an open delta connection of two single-phase voltage transformers. This connection is used in high voltage electrical installations, if it is sufficient to control the line voltages U AB, U BC, . The secondary windings of the voltage transformers are grounded to ensure safety.

1 Direct, negative and zero sequences are terms of the method of symmetrical components, with the help of which circuits with an asymmetrical load are calculated.
2 U AB = k× U ab, U BC = k × U bc, U CA = k × U ca, where k is the transformation ratio of the voltage transformer, in our example 10000: 100 = 100. Voltmeters are calibrated in kilovolts.

Segment - broken line - closed broken line - triangle - triangle inequality - perimeter - equilateral triangle - snowflake Koch - parallelogram as a figure of two triangles - definition and properties of a parallelogram - construction of a parallelogram.

Exercise 1

Given a segment, mark 4 points on it and “bend” it along these points. It turned out five-link broken line. Connect the extreme points: the broken line is closed.

If the links of the broken line do not intersect each other, then it turns out polygon.

Task 2

Draw a closed polyline so that a) you get a polygon, b) you don’t get a polygon.

Construct convex and non-convex polygons and shade their inner and outer areas. Move the vertex of a non-convex polygon to create a convex one.

Task 3

Imagine that there are 9 studs driven into the tablet and you have a rubber cord that can be stretched on the tablet by securing it to the studs.

Connect two nails with a cord. How many different solutions can you get (“different solutions” - segments of different lengths)? Pull the cord so that it passes through the three studs, forming an open line. How many different lines can you get? Let the rubber cord be closed (tied into a ring). Stretch this ring on the tablet so that the cord passes exactly through 4 studs. Find 10 different solutions. Clue: studs can lie not only at the vertices, but also on the sides of polygons. In this case, both triangles and quadrangles can be obtained. Complete the previous task for five studs. How many different polygons did you get?

Task 4

Divide the segment AB dots C And D into 3 parts. Make different broken lines from these parts. Did you manage to get a closed three-link polyline? Carry out an experiment by changing the position of points C And D on the segment AB.

Task 5

The sum of the lengths of all sides of a polygon is called its perimeter.

Draw several polygons with the same perimeter but different shapes.
Clue: You can first select a segment, and then, placing points on it in various ways, construct closed broken lines: the length of the segment will be the perimeter.

Task 6

Draw the following polygons and find their perimeters.

Task 7

Through each vertex of the triangle, draw a straight line that divides its perimeter in half.
Clue: remember how a triangle was obtained from a segment.

Task 8

If all sides of a triangle are equal, then the triangle is called equilateral.

Task 9

Task 10

Task 11. Koch's snowflake

Given an equilateral triangle. Divide each side into three equal parts and build smaller regular triangles on the middle thirds of the sides as on the sides. A closed broken line of 12 segments is formed - a hexagonal star. Repeat the construction on each segment and continue it as many times as you can. You'll get Koch's snowflake, which was first described by the Swedish mathematician Helge von Koch back in 1905.

The client addressed the problem of lack of privacy. Some time ago, she separated from her man, with whom she had previously been in a relationship for several years. One day he left for another woman and soon married her. During the conversation, the client said that she was on excellent friendly terms with her ex and his new wife. She is a frequent guest in their home, sometimes they even travel together. Her ex-man often calls her or comes to discuss his problems and current affairs.

I saw that the client was even proud of this state of affairs. After all, she won’t drive out a person suffering from help and support from her home and from her soul? And when he is sick, she brings him medicine and drinks him hot tea with raspberries. How else?

I suggested looking at this situation from the outside, using Metaphorical Associative Maps.

Description of the technique: The client chooses from any portrait deck (in in this case we used "Portraits") face down cards symbolizing the participants in the situation. The therapist looks at the cards, remembers where everyone is, and gives them to the client so that he lays the cards face down on the table. It is important to listen to your feelings: where which card “wants” to be.

We got this picture. The boy is a man, below is his wife, and at the very bottom is the client’s card.

TO: This boy is clearly spoiled and demands attention. Selfish. Always dissatisfied with everything. It is important for him that his needs are met, and in the way he sees fit. He is at the very top here. It seems to me that he puts his own interests first, regardless of the opinions of others, he believes that only he knows what is right and true. Hmm, looks like it's true. Only this man is no longer a boy, but sometimes he behaves exactly like that.

T: But how does this girl (his wife) feel?

TO: This girl is very confident, beautiful, well-groomed. But she is also selfish. At the center of her world is herself. Everything should revolve around her. Is she comfortable? Quite. Everything suits her.

T: Tell us about this woman whose card is at the very bottom.

TO: And this woman is not confident in herself. It is very important for her to be needed, thereby raising her importance in their eyes. She is afraid that people will think badly of her. And she tries very hard to be good, necessary, important.

T: Does she succeed?

TO: It seems not. Does not work. It’s as if no one pays attention to her as a person. Everyone is busy with themselves. But when her help is needed, she is noticed for a while. But it is not she herself that is important, but what she does, the functionality. Looks like a domestic service. No one pays attention to the maid; it is important that she does her job. Now, if it ceases to be useful, then its presence or absence will be noticeable. And so - it’s like a shadow, it doesn’t affect anything. And this woman is uncomfortable here, lonely. She tries, but still doesn't feel equal to them.

T: How do you like it?

TO: It's upsetting to me. I couldn’t even imagine that everything would look like this. I'm very hurt and upset...

T: Let's look at how these characters relate to each other.

TO: The boy who symbolizes my ex-man treats his wife as an expensive part of his image. He is proud to have such a beautiful wife next to him. She gives him confidence or something. He treats this woman below as rather consumerist. By and large, he does not notice it, or notices it when he needs something. The wife is happy with everything so far, she is with her husband. Everything suits her. She has no feelings for this woman. There is no jealousy or fear that her husband might return to her. She doesn't see her as a rival at all. It's like an empty place...

T: Let's do a little experiment: remove the card that symbolizes you from the layout. There are two cards left on the table - husband and wife. Look carefully, what has changed?

TO: They felt somehow uncomfortable. Now I want to put the cards away from each other.

T: Okay, let's put your card back in its place. You talked about wanting to find your own family. Can we add another card to this spread that could symbolize your future husband?

TO: No. It doesn’t fit here in any way... There’s no place for another card here...

T: Do you understand that you are essentially the link connecting the relationship between your ex-man and his wife? With your presence in their life, with your help, you cover certain needs of a man that his wife cannot fulfill. You perform her duties as a house help doing menial tasks. For example, you listen and feel sorry for her husband. But what do you get in return?

TO: Nothing... Although no, in return I get my loneliness and a bunch of psychological problems, depression and panic attacks.

T: Let's do another experiment. Let's remove these two husband and wife cards from the table. Let them live their lives somewhere out there. We leave only your card. How does this card feel now?

TO: Freedom! It even became easier to breathe. She can now do what she wants. She can go where she wants to go. She is free to do whatever she wants, because all doors are now open to her. But her face is still somehow ingratiating. I don't like this card.

T: Let's replace this card with another one you like! Choose a card from the open deck that resonates with you.

The client replaced her card with one that showed a cheerful, beautiful girl.

TO: This girl is happy with herself, she's happy with her life. She doesn’t want to prove anything to anyone, to be “good” and comfortable for everyone. She simply lives for her own pleasure. At the same time, she is kind and bright. It's warm and cozy next to her.

T: Look closely at the table. Do you want to do something else with this layout now?

TO: Yes. Another card is requested here. Man card.

T: So let's find a man for this girl!

As a result, we came up with this arrangement - a man and a woman who suit each other according to the client’s feelings. We discussed the result obtained and consolidated it.

I must say that the client was stunned by the results of the situation. She saw with her own eyes what she had not wanted to see or notice for a long time. And now she had clarity in her head, and it was already clear in which direction she should move next to find her own happiness and family.

MAC deck used:

(c) Irina Fedorova

In simple words

Holidays. We continue to rest. Today, as a fun activity, we have curves and shapes of constant width, drilling square holes, riding bicycles with triangular wheels and much more. Post based on Wikipedia and some other sites. All relevant sources will be cited in the appropriate places.)

A figure of constant width is a figure whose boundary is a curve of constant width.
The simplest and most “trivial” figure of constant width is, of course, a circle. Nontrivial figures are the Reuleaux polygons shown in the picture above. I will talk about one of them - the Reuleaux triangle - separately.

Properties(very curious)

• The length of a curve of constant width `a` is equal to `pi*a` (Barbier's theorem).
• The centers of the inscribed and circumscribed circles in a curve of constant width coincide, and the sum of their radii is equal to the width of the curve.
• A figure of constant width `a` can rotate in a square with side `a` touching each side all the time.
• Among all figures of a given constant width, the Reuleaux triangle has the smallest area, and the circle has the largest.
• Any flat figure of diameter `a` can be covered with a figure of constant width `a`.

The central part of my story is the Reuleaux triangle.
This is Franz Reuleau, after whom all these figures are named.

Reuleaux triangle
Reuleaux triangle represents the area of ​​intersection of three equal circles with centers at the vertices of a regular triangle and radii equal to its side. The non-smooth closed curve bounding this figure is also called a Reuleaux triangle.

Construction of the Reuleaux triangle

Among other figures of constant width, the Reuleaux triangle stands out for a number of extreme properties: the smallest area, the smallest possible angle at the apex, the smallest symmetry relative to the center. The triangle has become widespread in technology - on its basis cam and clamshell mechanisms, a Wankel rotary piston engine, and even drills that allow drilling square holes were created.

Wikipedia has a very interesting article about the Reuleaux triangle. I will not quote it in full, but I recommend that anyone interested read it. I myself will limit myself only to the “popular” component.

Rolling in a square
Any figure of constant width is inscribed in a square with a side equal to the width of the figure, and the direction of the sides of the square can be chosen arbitrarily. Reuleaux's triangle is no exception; it is inscribed in a square and can rotate in it, constantly touching all four sides.

Rolling of a Reuleaux triangle on a square

1. 2.
1. An ellipse (highlighted in red), outlining one of the corners of the figure (its border is highlighted in black), which the Reuleaux triangle covers when rotating in a square. 2. The angle of the figure covered by the rotation. The points of contact between the sides of the square and the ellipse are labeled. Light yellow shows the corner of the square that is not affected by rotation.

Trajectory of the center of a Reuleaux triangle when rotated in a square.
The junction points of four arcs of ellipses are highlighted.
For comparison, a circle (in blue) passing through the same four points is shown

APPLICATION
1. Drilling square holes
A drill with a cross-section in the form of a Reuleaux triangle and cutting edges coinciding with its vertices allows you to obtain almost square holes. The difference between such holes and a square is only in slightly rounded corners. Another feature of such a drill is that its center does not remain in place during rotation, as is the case with traditional twist drills, but describes a curve consisting of four arcs of ellipses. Therefore, the chuck in which the drill is clamped should not interfere with this movement.

For the first time, Harry Watts, an English engineer working in the USA, managed to make such a design. For drilling, he used a guide template with a square slot, in which a drill inserted into a “floating chuck” moved. Watts received patents for the chuck and drill in 1917. The new drills were sold by Watts Brothers Tool Works. Another US patent for a similar invention was issued in 1978.

2. Wankel engine
Another example of use can be found in the Wankel engine: the rotor of this engine is designed in the form of a Reuleaux triangle. It rotates inside a chamber, the surface of which is made like an epitrochoid. The rotor shaft is rigidly connected to a gear, which is engaged with a fixed gear. Such a triangular rotor rolls around the gear, all the time touching the tops of the internal walls of the engine and forming three areas of variable volume, each of which in turn is a combustion chamber. Thanks to this, the engine performs three complete power cycles per revolution.
The Wankel engine allows you to carry out any four-stroke thermodynamic cycle without the use of a gas distribution mechanism. Mixture formation, ignition, lubrication, cooling and starting are fundamentally the same as in conventional piston internal combustion engines.

Wankel engine operation diagram

Rollers with a cross-section in the form of a circle and a Reuleaux triangle. German Technical Museum

Although Reuleaux triangle-shaped rollers allow objects to move smoothly, this shape is not suitable for making wheels because the Reuleaux triangle does not have a fixed axis of rotation.
(But this statement from Wikipedia has been refuted by persistent engineer enthusiasts! But more on that a little later.) To be honest, at first I saw the skating rink, and it shocked me so much that because of it I began to understand the equipment and took up this article )

On Wikipedia you can also find out about:
4. Grab mechanism
5. Hatch covers
6. Cam mechanism
7. Plectrum
8. Reuleaux triangle in art
And
9. Something about the relationship between shape and color.
All this is very interesting and with pictures. But you simply cannot embrace the immensity (c).

And I will return to the impossibility of creating a wheel in the form of a Reuleaux polygon. Indeed, how can this be done if its axis of rotation itself rotates along the four glued parts of the ellipse?
However, there are very few things in the world that are absolutely impossible. And the conditionally impossible... Well, perseverance and work will grind everything down!