Denis walked home with a spring in his step. His exams and tests were over. He felt lighthearted. He didn't even notice the bag on his shoulder. It was almost empty. He had returned the remaining textbooks to the technical college library. He gave his last notes on scientific communism to his classmates, who still had to take a test on the works of Marxism-Leninism in the fall. The subject itself had been canceled the following year, which made their lives much easier and saved them time.
It was the last week of June, and he was happily thinking about his vacation days — no early mornings, no morning rush, and no other things that had already become quite tiresome to him by the end of 1990. In the fall, he would be in his fourth year and would have only one year left to study. That's it, he'll tell his mom not to wake him up in the morning. In a good mood, he came home and read a selection of Radio, Television, Electronics magazines until evening. The magazine was Bulgarian. Overall, the text was understandable, but the circuitry of various devices was more important to him. Denis was working on a selection of ready-made solutions for his device. He wanted to finish the working model he had developed in time for the defense of his thesis. His mother was about to come home.
Vera Alexandrovna: youtube.com/shorts/z5PVcjrbUi0
Denis's mother, Vera Alexandrovna, was a teacher of Russian language and literature at the same machine-tool technical school where Denis studied. The first and second years completed the secondary school curriculum, so subjects such as Russian language, physics, mathematics, and chemistry were compulsory. Vera Alexandrovna was 37 years old and possessed an elegant appearance and beauty. Her energy and attractiveness were immediately apparent. She married early. Denis was her first child, and she cared for him with tenderness and delicacy. Even though he had already turned 18 in the spring, to her he was still little, and he was still her Denis, whom she always addressed as such, overly protecting him. She was of medium height, with a beautiful figure, and her gray-blue eyes reflected her kindness and warmth. Her light brown hair was always neatly styled and emphasized the beauty of her face, making it look elegant. Her presence exuded the scent of spring and freshness, and her smile was always bright and friendly, creating a comfortable atmosphere around her. Thanks to her slim figure and healthy lifestyle, she looked much younger than her age. Denis always told his mother that she was no more than 25 years old. Vera Alexandrovna was embarrassed, but it was clear that such words bring her pleasure. Her image combined wisdom and youth, strength and tenderness. With her intelligence, passion for work, and kindness, she attracted the attention of those around her, and this was easy to sense when communicating with her. She also had her last working days before vacation. Her office had been renovated last year, so she would have no work to do in July. In addition to her regular vacation, she had days off that she had not taken last year. "Rest, rest, and rest some more," she thought as she returned from work. At home, Deniska met her at the door, hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, and took her bags.
Denis: youtube.com/shorts/t3sPE5QSHh0
She took off her thin jacket made of natural fabric in a dark blue glaze color, with small decorative elegant patterns on the sides, and remained in a light chiffon blouse. She wore a mid-length straight skirt, slightly flared, emphasizing her beautiful figure and slender legs. She took off her leather shoes and followed Denis into the kitchen.
-Mom, how are you? Tired? Are you going out again tomorrow?
-A little. My legs are a little sore." Tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow too. I hope I'll get my vacation pay. On Friday, I'm staying home. I'm tired of the city. I'm going to the dacha and taking you with me. We'll relax, breathe, go to the forest, and sunbathe, of course. Deniska, will you come?
-Me? Take me with you? Well, I'll go anywhere with you. Mom, but I've never been there before. How will I relax there?
The cottage—it was described vaguely only because it was outside the city. Indeed, only his mother lived there, and she had inherited it from a lonely elderly woman who had named Denis's mother in her will. His mother called her Grandma Polya, short for Polina. Denis didn't know the whole story behind it. Once, his mother came back from visiting her aunt and told him that she had met the grandmother on the train, they had talked about their lives, and, as they say, one soul had found another kindred spirit. Mom visited her outside the city several times, brought her some medicine, and helped her around the yard as best she could. When Mom went to visit her again, she was no longer there. The local council told her that, according to the documents, she was the new owner of the land and the house.
When she got home, Vera Alexandrovna told Denis everything. There were tears. Denis comforted her. He said some encouraging words. He just wanted her not to worry. He loved his mother. His father had left them when he was very young, and he only vaguely remembered him. He remembered his father's drunken conversations, some kind of incoherent speech. And once he saw his mother sitting at the table crying her eyes out. He was already over 10 years old at the time and understood a lot. From a conversation he overheard between his mother and her friend Irina Vasilyevna, he learned that his father had left them forever. Irina Vasilyevna worked with his mother and was the head of the mathematics department. As he understood it, his father had left for another woman who, as he said, understood men and would pour him a drink and put a good snack on the table. His father's new wife worked in a restaurant. He didn't know what her job was. But what difference did it make? Irina Vasilyevna was right — he sold himself for a glass of vodka and a piece of sausage.
Irina Vasilyevna: youtube.com/shorts/kXcltJKk_e4
Irina Vasilyevna, his mother's friend, was an authority figure for her in everything. She always listened to her advice. Irina was probably younger than his mother, Denis thought, but wiser and less emotional. When they sat at home in the evenings, drinking tea, chatting about all sorts of things, sharing news, and keeping secrets from Denis, he noticed that Irina often calmed his mother down, while his mother worried and took everything too much to heart. Ira and his mother were even somewhat similar to each other. Denis always thought they were about the same age. Both had dark blond hair. Although Irina's was a little darker. The gray-blue color of their eyes was also almost the same. His mother's were lighter. His mother said that Denis's eyes were like his grandfather's, gray-blue. Sometimes, watching the slender figures of his mother and Irina, he imagined them in swimsuits on the beach. "Probably, in the sun, their hair would fade and turn white." He loved his mother and in his first fantasies about women, he imagined seeing them in revealing outfits, like his mother and Irina, changing somewhere on the beach. There they were, turning their backs to him, bending over to pick up their summer sundresses, and he could see their thighs and buttocks. He was a little embarrassed by his thoughts, but they made him feel warm inside, good and calm. In general, he tried not to show or openly express interest in women's body parts, unlike many of his classmates. Often, gathering in a circle during breaks between lectures, they would laugh and make comments about the girls passing by, of whom there were very few at the technical college, and who therefore received a lot of attention. As they looked at their breasts and knees, they sang "Big cities... la-la-la-la-la."
-Just like me. We'll be together. And Irina Vasilyevna will be coming with us.
-I don't mind. Will we all fit? You said the house there is small.
-I've thought it all through. You and I will be in the big room, there are two beds there, and Irina Vasilyevna will be in the smaller room behind the stove. It's best to decide when we get there. We'll arrive, tidy everything up, it should be very nice. Be patient, I'll be in the kitchen soon, I'll make dinner.
Denis had his own small room. There was a desk where he did his homework, a bed, and a small closet for his things. His mother slept in the large room. Her bed and a small area around it were separated by a thick curtain. Therefore, when the light was on in the room, she could rest comfortably, as long as the TV was not turned on.
When his mother knocked on the door, he was reading. Putting down his book, he turned to her.
-Dinner will be ready soon, and I have a delicate matter to discuss with you. I was driving home from work with our doctor, Nadezhda Matveyevna.
Nadezhda Matveyevna lived in the same building as them. She lived on the second floor, and they lived on the fifth. Vera Alexandrovna often saw her in the courtyard and in the store, and they were friends.
She told me that when the military registration and enlistment office commission was here, you were sick. Remember in February when you were home for a month with acute respiratory disease? She said to bring you to her so she could examine you. She is strict; all students must be examined and their medical records filled out by next year. She has examined you more than once and knows that you are healthy. But you are now of draft age and are completing puberty. A special note is made in the chart that you are healthy in terms of urology. This is important for the military registration office. She needs to examine your private parts... well, your butt and your crony.
The last sentence was difficult for Vera Alexandrovna. Denis was already a grown-up young man. They had not spoken to him on these subjects for a long time. He was an independent, neat young man.
-Mom! I know what you mean. The guys from our class told me. Do I have to go to her? do I have to go to her? I don't want to go back to school and show her my precious...is there any other way to handle this? You can tell her I'm fine.
Mom smiled.
-It's serious. At the military enlistment office, based on the medical records, they assign you to a branch of the military to serve. They're very strict. But she told me how to check it out on a friendly basis. If you trust me, I'll take a look, and tomorrow I'll tell her everything. She'll make a note of it and the matter will be settled.
Denis thought about it. He didn't want to go to the technical school. Moreover, he imagined himself coming and saying "I came to show you my...". He didn't finish the thought, as he decided that it was a silly situation. And then, the superintendent would make him carry something else around the offices. "And if mom looks at it... She used to bathe him in the bathtub when he was a kid. Then he bathed himself. She saw him naked. What's the big deal? Mom's the closest thing he has to a family member. "But...what if I get an erection. It would be embarrassing in front of mom." Not so long ago, he didn't think much of it. "So what if I got an erection. All the guys have them." But just this year, at one of the physical education classes, Tanka had pressed up against him hard when he was playing basketball. She pressed her butt into his groin, so that Deniska himself shook. He doesn't know what she felt, but he clearly had a "small" concussion from her movements. He realized in time that something was wrong with him and quickly ran to the locker room. Everything tensed wildly inside, and it was no longer an erection, but an erection pole. From these new unfamiliar sensations, he was practically blacked out from his thoughts for a while. With his head down and his palms clasped together, he tried to get his head back to normal and calm down.
-Ma...and you are... Well, won't you laugh?
-Laugh? What are you talking about? How can I, you're my son.
After a short pause, Deniska sighed and said.
-Mom, I think so. You'd better check me You're my closest person too.
Vera Alexandrovna hugged Deniska by the shoulders, leaned her head against him, hiding the tears that came out and the emotions that came over her and said.
-Then take a shower before you go to bed. I'll come to you when I'm free.
The evening passed as usual. They talked on various topics about mom's work. Deniska asked his mother about her friend who would be vacationing with them at the cottage. Although he had known Irina Vasilyevna for several years, he doubted whether he would feel comfortable on vacation. As it turned out, she was very companionable and his mother had a wonderful friendship with her, and Deniska would like her.
After the shower, before going to bed, Deniska decided to call his mother himself. Vera Alexandrovna was also going to go to bed soon, so she was in her nightgown.
-Deniska, I'm going to ask you to do some of the things the doctor taught me. Please take it easy.
-Yes.
-Okay, Mom. Won't it hurt?
-No, of course not. Take off your panties and come over here. Stand in front of me, like this. Now take your upper skin in your fingers and pull it towards you, so that the head of your crony is visible.
Deniska did as mom said. I had to take off my shirt so it wouldn't hang down over my arms.
-Mom... uncomfortable.
-Take your time. Slowly pull yourself up. We need to get your head fully open. That's what the doctor said. It's normal. I have to make sure it's clean.
Dennis complied.
-Okay, all clear, close.
-She said to remind you to keep this place clean at all times. Promise? It's very important!
-I promise, Mom. It's clear. Cleanliness is the key to good health.
-Good boy. Now I have to examine your testicles, as the doctor explained to me. It's really easy, I'll just hold them in my hands and feel them. Ready?
-Yes.
Vera Alexandrovna took her son's testicles with her right hand and began to feel them gently, right, left, the scrotum is soft. Just as the doctor told her. No squeezing, very soft and gentle.
-Doesn't it hurt?
-No. It tickles a little.
-Did you have a physical like that last year? -Yes.
-Yes, there was an old gray-haired doctor, he watched and watched everyone, and a young doctor checked them, she also did a thorough examination.
-Young doctor. Yes, I realize this is serious.
Everything was fine with Deniska.
-It's okay. Now turn your ass to me. Okay. Okay. Lean forward, I'm gonna look at your butt. See if any veins are showing.
-Mom... Why? Denis clearly didn't want to do it. Maybe we shouldn't.
-Honey, let's do what you said. I won't worry, and I'll tell Nadezhda Matveyevna that we've checked everything. You have to take care of your health.
-Yes, Mom, you're right.
Deniska leaned forward. Vera Alexandrovna spread his buttocks with her hands, in front of her eyes was the butt of her grown-up son, a young man. Examining it, she had the urge to smack Deniska's ass. She restrained herself, Deniska had grown up from the age when babies were kissed on the ass.
-Good, Deniska, well done. That's pretty much it. Now we just need to check the softness of the belly. Lie down, I'll sit here and rub your belly, if it hurts, tell me right away.
Deniska lay down as his mother had said. She sat down on the edge of the bed, put her right hand on the center of his stomach and started stroking in a circular motion with a little pressure. Her breasts were very close to his eyes, and Deniska liked to look at them. He could see their outlines under the nightgown. There's the nipples, and there's the hollow.
He really wanted to touch them. Examination showed that her belly was soft.
-Son, you know it yourself, but the doctor asked me to remind you. -Son. Stools should be once or twice a day. If you don't, it could be constipation. So please keep an eye on it.
-Yeah, Mom. Okay.
While probing his lower abdomen, she touched his dignity with her wrist. Deniska didn't realize what had happened. Mom slightly touched his intimate part and from the warm touch of mom's hand and the gentle probing of his belly Deniska instantly got an erection. A very strong one, just like Tanka's ass. He had never had one before. From the incomprehensible sensations he let out a slight moan. He was bent up a little. When he looked down, he saw his dignity, which tensed up so much that the head opened up and looked him in the eye, as if to say something.
-Deniska, oh... Are you in pain? Did I do something wrong?
She quickly removed her hand.
-Son, calm down. It'll pass. It's a very strong reaction. You have a very handsome crony. Go to the bathroom and put some cool water on him.
Deniska went to the bathroom as fast as he could. "Water, water, water, crony, crony" he repeated to himself. He opened the water and directed his crony under the cool stream of water. Mom was already there. She slipped his slippers under his feet.
-Oof... It's a little better. Mom, I'm sorry, it just came on its own. It's Tanya. It wasn't like this before.
-Tanka? Which one?
-Bulkin. From our group.
-Tell me, please, first of all, for safety reasons. Otherwise, you'll have to prove to Tanka that it's not your kid.
-Mom, what baby?
-I'm just kidding. But girls are different. So tell me, what happened with you and Tanya?
-Mom, nothing special. I'll tell you.
They went into the room.
-Get dressed, son. It's chilly. Wait, I'll be right there.
A minute later she came in wearing her usual robe.
She sat down on his bed. Deniska told his mom about the basketball game. About what happened to him when Tanka pressed her "buns" against him. And maybe her last name was to blame. Mom listened to him carefully.
-I think you're fine. It's just your age. Maybe you'll get married after you graduate. And your crony's condition is hormones. A surge of hormones in his bloodstream caused this reaction. In these moments, you have to be very self-aware. A person can do a bad thing and then to regret it for the rest of your life. You should always control yourself in this matter. How are you now? Completely calmed down?
-Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. It was just a big surge and a cramp in my lower abdomen. But it's all gone now, I think. Nothing hurts. What are you gonna tell the doctor tomorrow?
She took his hand. He took her hand and put it on his chest and held it.
-To the doctor, I'll tell it like it is. You're fine. I'll have him write a report on the physical exam in the medical records.
-What if she doesn't believe me?
-Then we'll show her your crony with an erection!
-No, Mom!
-Come on, Mom!
-I'm just kidding. You know who I should talk to about a hard erection? Ira.
-Who, who? Irina Vasilyevna? Is that a joke too? She'll tell everyone at work.
Tears even appeared in Deniska's eyes.
-No, it's not a joke. She's very knowledgeable about a lot of things. The fact that you have a strong erection is normal. But if you tell the doctors, they'll prescribe sedatives to depress your sensuality. And I'm against those pills. And I'm as sure of Ira as I am of myself. She won't tell anyone. Especially not you, my favorite son. She would never hurt me.
-Okay, mom. You know best, and I trust you. I'm glad you understand.
-Let's go to sleep, sweetheart. I won't wake you tomorrow.
To be continued.