Stories about the stormy night of the father-in-law with the daughter-in-law. Sexual Relations in Tsarist Russia. Sleepwalking and prostitution. He stroked my butt

When I married my son, I hoped that I would become the mother of his chosen one. After all, there are happy mothers-in-law, who are called “mother” almost from the day of the wedding of the daughter-in-law. Why am I worse?
We live in a two-room apartment, I left a nine-meter apartment for myself, I gave a large room to the young. I repaired it, hung it with carpets and even put a beautiful carpet under my feet, put the best furniture - live!
We live for a month, another, I look closely at my daughter-in-law and wither my soul: son - son, and where did you dig up such dead stuff ?! So prominent, smart, could he really not find a waybill for himself?
Not only was she a dowry, but at least she was beautiful, otherwise she was small, puny, her face was white, like that of a porcelain doll, and there were only eyes on it. As he glares at them - it burns through! Speaks quietly, slowly. Yes, everything flew off my hands at her age! Husband takes to work and goes to his room. No, to sit with me in the kitchen, talk about something feminine, drink some tea. I look at them, and she lies on the sofa, curled up in a ball. I will raise - “I feel bad,” he says. She's pregnant, so what? Pregnancy is not a disease,” I say, and she: “I have toxicosis.” This is the youth of today! The words of the tricky ones were picked up to cover their laziness with them. Before, we didn’t even know such words, we worked until the last day, we did everything, the stomach is not a hindrance!
I teach her motherly: while my husband is at work, get up, clean up, vacuum the carpets, and fry the chicken for dinner, I bought it. “Thank you, he says, you don’t need to fry the chicken, Seryozhenka asked me to make the Olivier salad!” "Olivie"? What kind of food is this for a working man?! And then, I only cook this salad for the festive table! "Olivie"! - in honor of what? It means that his mother's food is now in his throat if he asks to cook this pigalitsa. OK! I swallowed the resentment. Nevertheless, I fried the chicken and defiantly ate it alone!

Once I go to them, I look: a large bag is standing, chock-full. Opened - linen: bedding, tablecloths, towels ...
-Ira! What it is?! I ask with horror in my voice.
-Tomorrow Serezha and I are going to the self-service laundry, it’s good there: fast and convenient.
It's good for her, but who will pity my son! He works like an ox for a week, and on the weekend, instead of resting, he goes to the laundry to wash clothes?! And then - this is not a man's business!
- Well, quickly shake out the bag! Won washing machine is in the bathroom. Soak the laundry and then wash. Dry on the loggia! Look what you thought!
- I didn't think of it, Seryozha insisted. It’s hard for me to do a big wash, my lower back hurts ...
-What did you think? Married only to tumble with her husband? Marriage is first and foremost work! Think giving birth is easy? Or is it easy to raise children? Come on, honey, take it easy! He took hold of the tug, don’t say that it’s not a hefty one, - that’s what they say among the people.
I made her wash the linen, however, she helped a little, she could not watch how she crawled the duvet covers.
The next day my son reprimanded me: you, he says, are heartless, how could you do this! What did I do?! Laundry is a common women's job. He, the fool, took pity on him. I was offended, I didn’t go into their room for a week, but then I go in and - I almost fell. The walls are empty! That is - completely empty - not a single carpet!
-Where are the carpets? - I ask, but I hold on to my heart.
-We took them off… Sorry… It’s easier to breathe without them…
-Little air - open the window. And beauty, comfort - how without it?
- Cosiness is not created by carpets ...
Look, you spoke in verse! Got it from TV! I made these carpets with such difficulty, I tried for them, and here is gratitude to you! Okay, I think, we’ll swallow it too, took the carpets, stuffed them under my bed, let them lie! They will ask again when the bare walls get bored!
And recently, for a very long time, the daughter-in-law of their room did not come out - the silence is such, as if there is no one there. Why is she quiet there, I think she is sleeping, or what? She opened the door - sits at the table, writes something.
-What are you writing? Come on, I graduated from school a long time ago!
- Letter to mom.
- This is a necessary thing, mother must not be forgotten. Well done for writing, - I say, and I myself look over her shoulder, it’s curious what she writes about us. It's like drinking about me and talking about my son. She was embarrassed and covered what she had written with her palm, I only managed to read a few words: “... yes, my mother-in-law is a difficult person ...” It is! He writes about me, apparently complaining to his mother. What is there to complain about? I didn’t say a rude word to her, everything is for them, I live for them. And if when I made a remark, then I and the mother are there to instruct the children, to teach the mind. Maybe I'm not as literate as her mother, but I know life.
I only saw my matchmaker, mother Irina, at the wedding: she was so small, fine, intelligent - she teaches children music. The voice is quiet - how does she cope with them?
She left home after the wedding - she hid her tear-stained eyes. Why cry? What are we - nonhumans?
This letter never left my mind. In a quiet pool, they say, devils are found. I'm still waiting for her to call me "mom", and it turns out that she writes slander on me to her mother! Look how embarrassed she was when she was taken by surprise. I wanted to tell Seryozha about the letter, and then I decided - I won’t say anything, I won’t destroy the peace between them. But resentment against the daughter-in-law firmly settled in me.

Two days later, on the third, the young people arrived. Seryozha is lively, glowing with joy, but Ira is silent, smiles and walks around the apartment and examines everything.
- Oh, lost what, my baby? I ask. She looked at Seryozha and me with a look that would make the stump bloom, and she said:
- I missed you ... - and then mischievously like this: - Mom, Serezha and I bought a cake, let's have a cup of tea?
The three of us were sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea, talking, and it suddenly seemed to me that for the sake of these happy moments, I probably lived my life.
I waited until Seryozha came out of the kitchen, sat down next to the daughter-in-law and said:
- I'm sorry, daughter, but I ... sent your letter to your mother ... that ... and sent ...
-I didn't have time… thanks! She smiled knowingly.
- Thank you ... for science, - but I thought to myself: and the mouse too.

At first, I could not get enough of my mother-in-law. She treated me like her own daughter - it seemed that I had found a second mother. But then her obsessive friendship and the desire to dispose of me began to annoy. By the way, my husband was on my side.

When I met Boris, I was in seventh heaven with happiness. Smart, handsome, intelligent guy, besides caring and gentle. Earned good money, holding the position of a leading manager in a prosperous construction company of his father.

Sometimes I even wondered why this wonderful young man paid attention to such a gray mouse as me. But, of course, she kept such thoughts to herself, did not voice them.

Our first timid dates gradually grew into a stormy, dizzying romance with grandiose plans for the future. life together. And one day Borya invited me to his place to introduce me to his parents.

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law - a story from life

When I saw this house (no, not a house, but a house!), I opened my mouth in amazement and delight. The chic two-story mansion made an indelible impression.

Oh wow! she gasped, looking around at the huge, well-kept garden with perfectly trimmed bushes, the intricate milk-colored stucco molding on the walls and the luxurious front porch. The heavy, imposing door slowly opened, and a beautiful, slender woman in exquisite clothes appeared on the threshold of the house. She handed me thin hand covered with a slight tan.

Hello, Nadenka, - said Boris's mother. - I'm Karina. Glad to meet you.

I hastily shut my mouth, afraid to blurt out something wrong and look like a naive fool, and vigorously shook the narrow palm.
“Wow, what a strong handshake,” she smiled. - Unusual for a girl ... You probably go in for sports?
- A little. Aerobics, fitness. Mostly to keep myself in shape, - she answered on the move.

This I, to put it mildly, lied to. I didn't have enough money to pay for classes. Therefore, the matter was limited to banal exercises in the morning and free running in the park.

Thank you, Karina nodded. - I would like to know as much as possible about you, - she turned to her son: - Borenka, take the guest to the house.
- Of course, - Borya grabbed my arm.

After a couple of minutes, I felt like Cinderella, for the first time in my life, entering the royal palace. After all, the future mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were from different worlds. My second-hand clothes were clearly not for such magnificence. I also did not differ in refined manners, unlike my lover and his parents.

And what manners can there be if my mother sells fruits and vegetables in the market, and my father was a simple worker at a factory (he died many years ago). Before the aristocrats, we are like heaven. Sitting on the edge of a chair, I fiddled with a handkerchief and talked inconsistently about my life.

Periodically, nausea rolled up in my throat, and I was on the verge of losing consciousness from tension and excitement,
- School ... School ... Work ... Nothing interesting ...
- That is, after school you did not enter the institute?
“No…” I squeezed out, feeling another bout of nausea. And then she chattered, explaining: - You see, I thought that I would definitely not enter the budget. And at the paid department to study - there is no money. What is mom's salary in the market? A penny ... Only allows you to make ends meet. So I'm working to collect for my studies.

Of all this, the only truth was that I was working. About the institute - a lie. About further study actually before today did not think at all.
-Where do you work? Karina asked.
- In the shop. The seller, - she whispered, looking down. She was afraid to raise her head so as not to see the contemptuous look of her future mother-in-law. But contrary to my expectation, she suddenly threw up her hands and exclaimed, turning to her husband.
- You see, Gennady, what a smart Nadya! Independent, responsible! Not like these modern windy girls. They dress up in such a way that it’s scary to look ... All they know is that they run around nightclubs ...

"So I'm out of date? - worried. Is this a condemnation or an endorsement? Judging by the tone, it’s more of an approval, ”and, having come to this conclusion, breathed a sigh of relief.

After the introductory small talk, everyone went to the dining room. We dined at a long table covered with a snow-white, hand-embroidered tablecloth. Although they dined - this, of course, is a strong word. I didn't eat anything for fear of mixing up the cutlery.

She returned home only in the evening, thoughtful and silent.

Tell me how it went,” Mom demanded.
“Looks good,” she shrugged. - Borya's parents treated me kindly. Although I am against their background - a beggar, - she chuckled. - Their chickens do not peck money. There are already four cars in the garage, can you imagine?
- So what? Just think, cars ... Wealth is not the most important thing. If only you and Borey loved each other.
- Well, not the main thing ... - she drawled, not agreeing.
- Yes. Not important! - stood on his parent. - So your father and I were happy and without any millions.
- And with millions you would be even happier, - I could not resist, forged it.
- Nadia, do you really think so? she cackled like a mother hen. - Did I teach you this?
- Mom, yes, I was joking, calm down, - she waved her cheerfully.

Material wealth in our family has never been considered a special value. Despite the rather mundane profession of a salesman, my mother lived in some special illusory world and constantly regaled me beautiful phrases about the soul, kindness, selflessness and forgiveness.
- Interestingly, but Boris's parents did not express a desire to meet me? Mom asked.
- They did, but what about ... A solemn reception is scheduled for the next weekend in honor of our engagement with Borey. Naturally, you are also invited.
- Reception? Mom said. - Well, wow ... I have never been to any receptions in my life.
“Here you go,” I said.

In the middle of the week, the groom said that on Friday evening his mother wants to meet me.
“We were going to the cinema,” I reminded him.
"Let's go another time," he said nonchalantly.

I didn't like it too much. Still, she somehow tuned in to romance, to furtive kisses in the last row. He cancels a date to please his mom? But why?
- Bor, listen, maybe I'd better meet her on Thursday? suggested cautiously. I just have a free day...

Nadia, since my mother said on Friday, it means on Friday, ”Boris answered. - Are you upset? Do not pout…
- I'm not sulking, I just wanted to spend the evening with you.
- We still have so many evenings ahead - not to count - he pulled me to him, buried his nose in my hair, and I immediately melted, pressed my cheek tightly to his chest.
- Well, so, the sun, agreed?
- Yeah... By the way, what does your mother want from me? she asked.
- Yes, I really don’t know ... Like going to the store together.
- For what? I tilted my head back and looked into his face.
- As far as I understand, she is going to buy some new clothes and seems to want to consult with you.
- Wow! - rejoiced. "So she thinks I have good taste?" Cool! Does your mother dress in boutiques? Oh, there such things are chic, but expensive - horror.
- Nadyuha, - Borya rolled his eyes in pain, - I have no idea where my mother dresses. I'm not interested. Ask her yourself if you're concerned.
“I won’t ask her anything,” she twitched her shoulder, “otherwise she will decide that I’m a stupid motherfucker.”

Boris burst out laughing and jokingly poked me in the side.
- Well, you said - motherfucker. Have fun.
To be honest, I was very flattered that Karina decided to take me as an adviser, so all resentment against Borya immediately evaporated. After all, to establish a good relationship with his mother - now perhaps the most important task. It's nice, damn it, when the mother of a loved one considers you a friend, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law should make friends!

Oh what a Friday it was! Trips to expensive shops, where I didn’t even dare to look before. Helpful saleswomen to the point of impossibility, price tags, on which, as in that joke, either the cost is indicated, or the phone number. Karina opted for an elegant beige top with glittery gold thread. She turned in front of the mirror and said:
- I'll wear it to your engagement. And on my neck I just eat a suitable necklace made of white gold. What do you say?
- I will say that you will be the most beautiful, - I gave a compliment.
- You must be the most beautiful, my dear. It's your holiday.

I sighed, thinking that I wouldn't look good in my only dress-outfit I bought at last year's sale. Coming out of the fitting room, Karina casually slipped a top to the saleswoman who had just flown up.
- I'll take this thing.

I moved to the checkout, but the future mother-in-law called out to me: "Let's see again."
She stopped her attention on a dark dress with original sleeves. Simple but very cute.
- What do you think? she asked me. - In my opinion, nothing.
"Cute," I nodded.

In fact, the dress seemed a little gloomy to me, probably because of the color, but Karina did not dare to argue. “Come on, try it on,” she said in a commanding tone.
- I?! But why? She even rolled her eyes in surprise.
I want to see how it looks from the outside.
- You see, we have different figures, so you shouldn't be guided ... - I began to babble.
- To the dressing room! - issued Karina indisputably. I had to obey. Not to say that the dress was bad, just not quite my taste.

Great! We take.
- Just like that? And you don't even measure it?
- Not necessary.
- And if it doesn't sit well on you?
- It doesn't matter. I'm not going to wear it.

I blinked in confusion.

You will wear this dress to the engagement, she said.
- What? - hastened. “But I…I…didn’t think…”
- There is nothing to think about.
- But this dress costs more than my monthly salary.
- Doesn't matter. I buy it. Because I want you to look great at the reception.

Instead of protesting and admitting that I didn’t like the dress, I burst into gratitude, remembering that my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were now, as it were, members of the same family. Then we taxied to a small restaurant "to have a bite". I wanted to order only a cup of coffee, but Karina said that it was unhealthy, and took us a glass of freshly squeezed juice. When I saw how much it costs, I already felt sick. But the future mother-in-law paid the bill, so I decided not to bother.

In general, as far as I understood, she was obsessed with the idea of ​​\u200b\u200bhealthy eating.
- No meat, only fish! She is very helpful! - Karina spoke convincingly. - And also different salads with olive oil. This is my usual menu.

I almost blurted out that I love pork chops and chicken wings but pulled herself back in time.
- Do you support my views?
- Entirely and completely, - I obsequiously smiled.

There was no reason to upset Borya's mother.

Fine! I hope you and I will re-educate our men by joint efforts, - she winked.
- In what sense? - I did not understand.
- In direct. My husband and son still cannot understand that a person is, in fact, what he eats. Throw any garbage into themselves, swallow what they have to. I'm tired of fighting this! - she
rolled her eyes. - And now I have a unicorn. Together we are strength.
- Yeah, strength, that's for sure, assented out of politeness.

Then Karina began to talk about miraculous enemas, and I almost vomited the priceless juice. But I restrained myself and only nodded so as not to offend my boyfriend's mother. It was very important for me to win her sympathy.

The reception in honor of my engagement with Borey was great (except for the fact that the tables were full of useful "nasty stuff"). Karina did not leave me a single step, introduced me to all the guests, chirped tirelessly, extolling my virtues to the skies. I will not lie, I was pleased.

The only thing is that I felt awkward in the new dress (well, I don’t like such a dark color!), but otherwise everything went more than fine. I didn’t even notice that my mother stood modestly on the sidelines all evening, not talking to anyone.

And the next day, sharing with Mommy the most intimate in our little kitchen, I happily tweeted:
- Borya's parents promised to give us an apartment for the wedding! God, I can't believe this is possible!
- Isn't it too expensive a gift? Mom said.
- Ma, if they can afford it, why not?
- Well, I don’t know ... It seems to me, Nadyusha, that this is too much ...
- Oh, stop it, mommy, - I waved it off. - And after painting, Boris and I will go on a honeymoon trip. Do you know where? Guess! At least try!
- I have no idea. Maybe to Turkey? Or to Egypt?
- No, no and NO! A week in Italy… - I spread my arms dreamily. - And a week in Paris! It's like a fairytale!
- The main thing is that the fairy tale does not end quickly.
- It won't end. Karina said that we are going to Paris Fashion Week. Let's go to the shows.
"Wait," Mom frowned. - And what side was your precious Karina?
"She's coming with us," I said.
- Seriously? Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law? On your honeymoon?! Oh well…

To be honest, I was shocked myself when I heard this news. But Karina gave strong arguments: they say, in no case should you miss the opportunity to visit a high fashion show. And with whom to go there, if not with her?
- Mom, I don't understand what you don't like. Let him go. Borya and I will stay in the honeymoon suite, and she will stay in the next one. What problems?
- Yes, none. If that doesn't bother you...
- I'm embarrassed by your decadent mood! The daughter is getting married, and you don’t see something on your face of joy.

The preparations for the wedding turned out to be no less grandiose than the celebration itself. Borina's parents covered all expenses. My mother contributed all her savings, but they were just a drop in the ocean.
Feeling obligated, I tried not to argue with Karina. She agreed to the outfit that she liked. She allowed herself to be persuaded to wear a hat with a veil, although she always dreamed of a long white veil. The future mother-in-law even went with us to choose wedding rings!

My mother looked at the current state of affairs with bewilderment, bordering on discontent.
- Nadia, you always had your own opinion on any occasion, stop being led by Karina!
Deep down, of course, I agreed with her. But she did not say it out loud, but pretended to be contented and happy.

Stop turning me against my mother-in-law! - told my mother. - I will have the wedding I dreamed of!
- You will have a wedding that Borin's mother dreamed about.
In general, that is exactly what happened. But I was not upset, I understood that in any case, Karina was making every effort, and for the sake of me and Borya.
“This is just a wedding,” she repeated to herself. Let him do as he pleases, I don't care. Then everything will be different.”

I returned from my honeymoon, exhausted by the constant presence of my mother-in-law. For the first time there were thoughts that it was time to put an end to her obsessive friendship.
- Now let's buy an apartment! - the mother-in-law solemnly announced and the daughter-in-law, that is, I, became dumb. What area would you like?
“Oh, I don’t even know,” she said, confused. - The main thing is that the apartment is warm and comfortable. Well, we don’t need a big one, there’s no need!
-What do you mean "do not need a big one"?! - She was indignant. - And when the children go, where will they play? I think it is necessary to have at least four rooms, and even better - five.
- But why so many?
Don't argue, I know better. From tomorrow we will start going to the screenings. I already called the realtor.
- I can't do it tomorrow. Except in the evening. My vacation is over, it's time to go to work.
- What job?! In the shop? Haven't quit yet?
Why should I quit?
- Still not enough to disgrace our family and stand behind the counter! And then, Borechka is able to support his family. Am I right, Boris? After all, am I right?
"Of course you're right, mommy!" He put his arm around his mother's shoulders.

And I went to them again. She obediently wrote a statement of her own free will.
Despite the fact that we went together to choose housing, Karina was not particularly interested in my opinion. She focused solely on her own taste. And, of course, I didn’t argue again.

Is it possible to express dissatisfaction if you are presented with such an expensive gift? In addition, I received an envelope with a certain amount "for furniture and knick-knacks." I have never held such money in my hands ...

But my life, under the strict guidance of my mother-in-law, changed dramatically. Pleasing my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law began to dance to her tune ... We cooked together with her healthy meals(and I wanted fried potatoes!), drank freshly squeezed juice in the morning (I was just dying without coffee!), regularly visited the hairdresser and cosmetic bag (because her son’s wife should look good), went shopping (but she was not allowed to meet her friends , on this "it's a pity to waste time").

The most terrible were the evenings: I, my husband, father-in-law and mother-in-law went to a restaurant, then to some kind of reception. I already forgot when I spent time together with Borya!

I was in a rebellious mood. Of course, if you look from the outside, everything seems to be in chocolate, there is nothing to complain about. But in fact, I was ready to explode and ruin my relationship with Borya's mother.

You are a real treasure, - repeated Karina, which immediately disarmed me. - Sweet, obedient, cute. I'm glad Borenka is so lucky.

“How will you sing if I stop giving in and start defending my point of view?” I thought more and more. One day my mother-in-law gave me a book about cleansing the body. And after a couple of days she asked: “Have you read it?”
“Well, of course,” I lied. - Very informative.
- In that case, we will hold a joint fasting. I did not expect such a turn.
"It's not for me," she retorted softly. - The mere thought of an empty stomach causes cramps.

The smile on her face instantly faded.
"I just don't have the willpower," I added.
- I will follow you, - the mother-in-law did not give up.
- No, really, I can not cope with such a test.
“Well then,” she stood up. - If you don't want to be healthy, that's your business. Even though I thought you were smarter….

When my mother-in-law came out, I felt remorse. At least run after her, apologize and agree to this crazy idea with starvation. But I didn't run. How much can you pretend to be a complaisant tyutyu-matyutya?

And the last straw that overflowed the cup of my patience was inquiries about our intimate life with Borey.

I have long wanted to ask you, - one day Karina began without a trace of embarrassment. - Are you protected? We are talking about contraception, - she explained, seeing my elongated physiognomy. - I have often thought about this lately and decided that it is still too early for you to have a baby.
- Well ... - I hesitated. We haven't talked about children yet.
- Right! Enjoy youth and freedom. The whole world is open before you. I have always loved traveling, now we can travel as a four. Because with Gennady on trips you can die of longing.

I was dumbfounded. I've had enough of my honeymoon in the company of my mother-in-law! She doesn't understand what's stopping her?
To seek salvation, I went to my mother,

What should I do? she asked. She already got me! It seems that she wants the best, but this kindness of her is in her throat. And you can't argue, you know? I can barely contain myself.
- And what does Borya say about this? Mom asked.
- Nothing! He is at work all day long. I mostly have to communicate with his mother.
- You can go back to work too.
But I have enough money...
- And you do not go to work because of money, but to feel like a person, and not just a beautiful doll. Well, you will see your mother-in-law less often.

I can’t imagine what she will say if I mention work, - she grimaced, as if from a toothache.
“Nadya, this is your life, not hers,” my mother reminded me. “Sometimes I get the impression that you are married to Karina, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are a married couple,” she joked.
“You know, me too,” she mumbled back. Of course, my barely audible squeak about going to work was drowned in the quiet (upbringing does not allow screaming), but the murderous anger of my mother-in-law.

What, you have nothing to do?! she hissed, turning white. - Look, the apartment is half empty, the furniture has not yet been bought, who should build a family nest?
"I'll twist," she agreed hastily.
- Here you go. I could help you, but we're just organizing a class reunion, so I'll be busy.
"It's okay," I barely concealed my joy. I can handle it myself, I assure you! - After a short silence, I timidly, but quite firmly said: - And when I finish with the arrangement of the apartment, I will immediately return to work.

Let's see, - the mother-in-law said evasively. - Anything happens in life. You don't know what will happen tomorrow...

The next week I devoted to furniture stores. The prices were just crazy. But since I did not need to save, I very quickly bought everything that I liked. And the apartment finally turned into a real cozy family nest.

Nadya, I love it so much! - admired Borya.
And here is Karina new furniture, to put it mildly, did not approve.
"I don't know how you could choose that color." She shook her head. - Dark as a cellar.
- This is intimate, - Borya joked to defuse the situation.
- Intimacy should be in the bedroom. What's with the creepy buffet in the kitchen? Antique, right? This is no longer fashionable!
- I did not chase fashion - I broke out - I bought what I liked. This is our home.
“The house is yours, but the money is ours,” said the mother-in-law coldly. And I had to bite my tongue.

The next morning I called my former boss to see if she would take me back. Fortunately, it turned out that there is a vacancy. I didn't have time to hang up when the phone rang.
- Nadia? I booked you and me for a manicure for twelve, - said the mother-in-law.
- Unfortunately, it won't work. I'm going back to work.
“Hope,” Karina said. - Don't do stupid things. You're not going to stand behind the counter and serve customers, are you? If you feel like working, I'll tell my husband to take you to his construction company.
But I don't know about construction.
- So what? But you will be under the supervision of both Gennady and Borenka. And we'll give you a good salary.

“I don’t need to “put” anything! I mentally exploded. “And I can make money myself!”

I think a husband and wife cannot work together. Professional activity should not be mixed with the personal, otherwise the company's affairs will be discussed at home, - she said into the phone.
- Nonsense! Karina snapped. - These are just ridiculous inventions!

In order not to lead to a conflict, I tried to joke:
- I do not want Boris to command me.
It seemed to me that I expressed my opinion clearly and clearly, so I was very surprised when a day later my husband asked:
- Have you really decided to work in our company?
- What? Why do you think so? I instantly tensed up.
"Mom said," he pulled me towards him. - This is good. I so rarely see you, even though we will be together more often.
- You think? leaned against her shoulder.
- Well, of course. In addition, I trust you, I know that you will not let you down.
“I don’t know what to say,” she thought about his words.
- You don't have to say anything. The father is also in favor.
Have you already discussed this with him? Even without my consent? What if I refuse?
“But your mother said you want to work.
- I want ... But ... Everything turned out like this ... Unexpectedly ...
- In short, if you decide, tomorrow at eight rise.

Once again, I compromised. But as soon as she got up to speed, she discovered that ... she was pregnant!
- Borya, we will have a child, - she said to her husband.
- Super! he yelled in delight. - I'll be a father!

Borya's parents were also delighted. Even my mother-in-law, although earlier she strongly advised me to postpone motherhood.
“Don't worry about anything,” she said. - We'll help you. Tomorrow I will book you in for a consultation with my gynecologist.
But I've already been to the doctor. in our local clinic.
- In a free consultation? Do you want to save money on a child? I can afford to find the best doctor for my sister-in-law and grandson.

I had to agree. Why ruin the relationship if the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are happy with the expectation of the baby. Karina accompanied me every time I visited the gynecologist. Didn't listen to any objections. She said that caring for her grandson is her main duty. She also insisted that I leave work without waiting for the decree. I didn’t even imagine that I would again find myself in captivity of good intentions.

But now she had a weighty argument - her grandson, his health, and I reluctantly obeyed the whims of my mother-in-law. A month before Borina's expected birth, her parents brought a bright blue stroller.
- Most expensive! Karina boasted.
Gritting my teeth, I did not admit that I had looked after another for a long time. My mother-in-law interpreted my expression in her own way:
- I know what to buy in advance - Bad sign but we are modern people We don't suffer from superstition.
“Still, I ask you not to buy anything else until the baby is born,” I said as calmly as possible.
- Let's see ... - the mother-in-law replied nonchalantly.

My request was blatantly ignored. Even before the birth, the closet was filled with children's things.
- In the maternity hospital, I agreed with everyone, - said Karina. - Paid, of course, a lot, but nothing is a pity for the grandson. Childbirth passed without any complications. In due time, I gave birth to a healthy toddler weighing four kilograms. I was discharged soon after.

We were met at home by… Karina.

Woo-hoo, she cooed. - What a handsome man! A copy of Boryusechka in childhood. Oh, you are my sunshine, my Bogdanchik.

I looked pointedly at my husband.
- Mom, what Bogdanchik? - he correctly understood my point of view.
We have already chosen a name.
- What do you mean chosen? And they didn't consult me?
“Mom, but actually we are the parents,” Borya remarked.
- And I'm a grandmother! - retorted the mother-in-law.
- Yes. Your grandson's name is Nicholas.
- Are you out of your mind? Name Vasya!

I fought the mad urge to send her away. But my beloved husband kept himself in hand.
- Nikolai - very original and extraordinary. You can call him in the French manner - Nicolas.

This version of the mother-in-law liked.

Nicolas, - she tried the sound. - Not bad.
"That's good," Boris nodded. - And everyone is happy.

We have won a small victory. But ... My mother-in-law decided that I was too young and inexperienced, and often visited us.
- Nicolas, look, what a rattle, - she sang, bending over by the bed. - Will you go to your grandmother's hands?
“He’ll get used to his hands, he’ll be spoiled,” I remarked.
- Let him get used to it. That's what grandma is for pampering. I endured, counting to myself up to a hundred, so as not to break loose.
- And now we are redeeming our boy, because mommy is still weak. Yes? Yes? she whispered.
- I can handle it myself.
- Rest, my dear, I'll take care of everything.

My irritation was about to explode, so I mustered up the strength for a serious conversation.

You see, Karina, the thing is... - I began hesitantly. You are overprotective of us. I would prefer that you warn me in advance about your visits, - she blurted out sore.
- Am I interfering?
“No, God, of course not,” she stammered. - But I would like to somehow put things in order, tidy up the apartment, and not accept you in such a mess, - she turned away.
- Thank God, you raised this topic yourself, - she started up. - My opinion is that it is necessary to hire a housekeeper.
- Well, yes, only this was not enough for us! I exclaimed.
- And what? All my friends have housekeepers. And Alevtina cleans my house twice a week.
I can take care of the house myself!

Yes? - She defiantly looked around. “It only seems to you, dear. Tomorrow I will send Alevtina to you.
- And let's call the cook, - I mocked.
- Chef? - mother-in-law took my words at face value. - No problem. I'll talk to my friends, maybe they will advise ...
- Karina, I was joking!
- My dear, in every joke, you know ... - she remarked thoughtfully. And already at the door, throwing a fur stole over her shoulders, she said: - And you also need to find a good nanny. I looked into her eyes, hoping it was humor. But, alas...
- Housekeeper, cook, nanny ... - I listed. - It remains to hire a woman who will perform marital duties instead of me.
- Nadya, - Karina pursed her lips, - aren't you ashamed? I try, and you are always dissatisfied with everything. And this is instead of gratitude!
- I am very grateful to you, really! But why hire all these aunts? What will I do in this case?
“At least you’ll start looking after yourself,” she gave me an arrogant look. - A woman should always look great. And you? Look at you... Motherhood is motherhood, but sweatpants stretched across the knees, those T-shirts with stains... Phew!

So I've never been humiliated before. Yes, the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law looked different ...

Do not be offended, my dear, but think about what I told you, - she finally threw.

Resentment spilled angry tears. As if sensing my mood, Kolenka woke up and cried. I reassured my son, fed him, changed his diaper, wrapped the child in a warm blanket and ... went to complain to my mother. She listened to my lamentations, thought and said:

You're like Don Quixote - fighting windmills.
- You mean it's useless? I myself understand this. But I don't know what to do.
- Talk to your husband. He probably doesn't know what's going on.
- I don't know, - I agreed. - I try not to burden him with my domestic problems.
- These are not your personal problems, but your general ones. Therefore, my advice to you is to enlist the support of Boris. Or at least find out what he thinks about it. Maybe he's on his mother's side.

But my husband decided to support my point of view.
- Nadyushka, I also don’t really like that my mother dictates her conditions to us and gives valuable instructions. But I kept quiet, I thought everything suits you.
- Not satisfied!
- So, we will build our family as we see fit. Do you want a housekeeper? Well, it is not necessary! On Saturday I'll be at home and help clean up. And it's okay if you don't have time to cook dinner. I understand everything, Kolya needs attention. I'll come home from work, I'll make something myself, it's not hard for me.
“Bor, I love you so much,” she hugged her husband.

When she found out that I was refusing hired workers against her will, my mother-in-law was offended and did not communicate with me for two whole weeks. I didn't even visit my grandson. She did not know that I had made another landmark decision - to go to work. I discussed this with Borya, explained that I want to communicate with people, somehow develop.
"I don't mind," said the husband. - But what about Kolya? IN kindergarten It's probably too early to give it up.
- Yes, what kind of kindergarten, the child is still small.
“Then we need to find a way out.”
“I already figured it out,” she said in a boastful tone.
- Seriously? Enlighten. Probably stopped at the nanny?
"Nope," she smiled brightly. - I'll try to negotiate with my mother, she just retired. I will take Kolenka to her in the morning, and pick her up in the evening.
- And there is no desire to connect my mother?
- Yours? she repeated, surprised. - I didn't even think about that. But it's worth a try.

My mother was overjoyed when I said that I was going to entrust my grandson to her.
- What happiness! she threw up her hands. - Nagy, yes, I'm ready to sit with him on the weekend!
“Only if my husband and I feel the urge to retire for a romantic weekend,” I giggled.
- Retire as much as you want! Mom exclaimed.
- In fact, I still need to talk with Karina. You see, she is exactly the same grandmother as you. And he also wants to look after his grandson.
- Clear. I'm being crossed out, - my mother smiled bitterly.
- Nothing like this. I'll just find out what she thinks about this, and, most likely, Nikolai will be with you for a week, and with Karina for another week. So that no one gets offended. And then we only lacked the war of grandmothers because of our beloved grandson.

But the mother-in-law, after listening to me, became furious, immediately realizing that everything was being started so that I could go to work.
- What job if you do not have enough time for a hairdresser?
- Karina, let me decide for myself ...
- Decide! To health! How many will fit! - she screamed like a market aunt, where only all the gloss had gone. “But remember, we won’t help you with anything!” We won't give you a dime! So know! She got to work!

She was indignant until the heavy front door slammed shut behind Kolya and me.
Now, in my perception, this chic oak door has become a kind of symbol. All the past was left behind her, there, in the past. And ahead of me is a new happy life!

I did go to work. My mother-in-law told me cold war. The father-in-law whispered in secret: "Don't worry, she'll go crazy." I smiled. But the smile wasn't very cheerful. It is unpleasant when there is conflict in the family.

It's been a couple of weeks. And yesterday, my mother took the word from me to be silent (at least for the time being) and shared a secret:
- Today Karina came. She misses her grandson. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law should be friends!

I instantly felt better - as if a heavy stone had fallen from my soul. I realized that very soon everything will settle down, and no one will be offended by anyone.

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law - a story from life

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Bestiality
Bekhterev noted the prevalence of bestiality among Russian peasants despite a strict church ban.

Daughterhood
Daughtership is a practice in the Russian village, in which a man - the head of a large peasant family (living in the same hut) has a sexual relationship with the younger women of the family, usually with his son's wife (the relationship of the father-in-law with the daughter-in-law, called the daughter-in-law). This practice became especially widespread in the 18th-19th centuries, first in connection with the recruitment of young peasants, and then in connection with otkhodnichestvo, when young people went to work in cities and left their wives at home in the countryside.

From the point of view of the church, daughter-in-law was incest (incest) (by kinship through marriage) and was condemned as a sin.

Many publicists of the 19th century (A. N. Engelhardt - “ Letters from the village"; primary materials of the ethnographic bureau of Prince V. N. Tenishev).
Cossacks
The daughter-in-law went to the barn to milk the cow,
Throw hay in the manger and close the sheep.
Following, as usual, the father-in-law looked sternly.
You have to endure, because he is the father of her husband.

Tucking the hem into the belt, she bent down to the bucket,
And behind the father-in-law, like a kite, swooped down.
She suffocated in his huge hands,
And he managed to clamp her mouth with the corner of a handkerchief ...

He caressed her heavily and frantically,
In insane passion, he kissed his breasts.
Lifting the hem of the underskirts wisely,
Pressing on his back, he bent over into a manger with hay.

She moaned, she cried, she begged,
She begged to be let go. It's a sin after all...
He was bewitched by an evil force,
Hearing nothing, he waited for comfort.

Squeezing the hips, time after time, with force,
Everything that I wanted for so long, I got.
She was sick of lust,
And he lifted the hem higher than his skirts.

The brown cow squinted with a wet eye,
The sheep fell silent, huddled in a semicircle.
Spit streamed down the face in a cascade,
And she can not escape from these tenacious hands.

I knew shame and the experience of sweet bliss,
She didn't know there was one...
She was sniffed by a horse trembling, piebald,
Buckets of empty metal rattled.

- Well, you're tovo ... Come on, milk the cow.
Fix your jacket, there's nothing to cry about.
I feed you for saving, great,
And you have to wait a long time for your husband.

Don't tell yourself, people won't know
And I won't come up often.
You start to balk, then I will bridle you,
And you will plow without rest.

Mice rustled behind the manger, in the hay,
Milk flowed in a steaming bucket.
Tears drowned in snow-white foam,
Daughter-in-law without a husband is so hard to live...

Pedophilia
Cases of pedophilia were known in rare cases were known in Russian villages as early as the 19th century. But this perversion has received epidemic proportions among Russians in our time, which is strange even women began to be condemned for this grave crime. So Petersburger raped the three-year-old daughter of her friend with whom she was in a lesbian relationship.

Prostitution
The behavior of married women was usually not too strict, especially in the southern or lean provinces: “If you don’t eat, sell the saints.” Especially if you could get money for sin. For a passing merchant, clerk, official, 3, 5, even 10 rubles meant nothing, but for a village woman who earned a penny, it was a lot of money. “For money, a woman will sell any girl in the village, her sister, even her daughter, there is nothing to say about herself. “This is not soap, it won’t wash off”, “this is not a puddle, it will remain for the husband,” the woman argues” (107, p. 273). Or, as a popular song says, “Ukhar-merchant shook his silver: “No, it’s not necessary, we’ll find a friend, they say.” Such a situation was all the more real because the peasants often left home for months to work, where they themselves enjoyed their freedom, and the women at home, on occasion, did not put a hand on their hand. Well, he’ll come back, he’ll find out (you can’t hide anything in the village), he’ll beat you, and sometimes he’ll beat you for appearances, for people, if the woman received money for this ....

The original thread is here.

Bezgin Peasant everyday life. Traditions of the late 19th - early 20th century":

“Professional prostitution did not exist in the countryside, almost all researchers agree on this. According to the observation of the Tenishev program informants, prostitution in the village was predominantly done by soldiers. About them in the village they said that they "wash pillowcases with the back of their heads."

Prostitution in the village did not exist, but in each village there were several women of accessible behavior. Do not forget that the prostitutes who traded in the cities, for the most part, were yesterday's peasant women.

The long absence of a husband-soldier became an ordeal for a village young woman full of carnal desire. One of the correspondents of the ethnographic bureau wrote:

“... Marrying in most cases at the age of 17-18, by the age of 21, peasant female soldiers are left without husbands. Peasants are not at all embarrassed in administering their natural needs, and even less at home. Not from the singing of the nightingale, the rising and setting of the sun, the soldier’s passion flares up, but because she is an unwitting witness to the marital relationship of her eldest daughter-in-law and her husband.

According to a report from the Voronezh province, “little attention was paid to the connection of soldier women with strangers and was almost not persecuted by society, so that children illegally adopted by soldier women enjoy the same rights as legal ones. Third-party earnings of peasant women, to which rural families were forced to resort, also acted as fertile ground for adultery. According to the observations of P. Kaverin, an informant from the Borisoglebsk district of the Tambov province, “ main reason the loss of virginity and the decline of morals in general must be considered the result of seasonal trades. Already with early spring the girls go to the merchant, as we call all landowners, to work. And there is full scope for debauchery.”

According to the judgments from the outside, belonging to representatives of an enlightened society, one got the impression that a Russian woman was accessible. Thus, the ethnographer Semenova-Tyan-Shanskaya believed that any woman could easily be bought with money or a gift. One peasant woman naively admitted:

“I got myself a son on the mountain and just for a trifle, for a dozen apples.”

Further, the author cites the case when the sentry apple orchard, age 20, raped 13 summer girl, and the mother of this girl reconciled with the offender for 3 rubles. Writer A.N. Engelhardt argued that "the morals of village women and girls are incredibly simple: money, some kind of scarf, under certain circumstances, if only no one knew, if only everything was sewn and covered, everyone does it."

Some peasants, lovers of alcoholic beverages, offered their wives, soldiers and even sisters to honored guests for a drink. In a number of villages in the Bolkhovsky district of the Oryol province, there was a custom for honored guests (foreman, volost clerk, judges, visiting merchants) to offer their wives or daughters-in-law for carnal pleasures if the son was absent. At the same time, pragmatic peasants did not forget to take payment for services rendered. In the same district, in the villages of Meshkovo and Konevka, poor peasants sent their wives without embarrassment to the clerk or to some wealthy person for money for tobacco or bread, forcing them to pay with their bodies.

Sexual intercourse between the head of a peasant family and his daughter-in-law was actually a normal part of the life of a patriarchal family.

“Nowhere, it seems, except Russia,” wrote V.D. Nabokov, - at least one type of incest does not acquire the character of an almost normal everyday phenomenon, having received the appropriate technical name - daughter-in-law.

Observers noted that this custom was alive in late XIX century, and one of the reasons for its preservation was the seasonal outflow of young men to work. Although this form of incest was condemned by an enlightened society, the peasants did not consider it a serious offense. In a number of places where dreaming was widespread, this vice was not given much importance. Moreover, sometimes they said about the daughter-in-law with a share of sympathy: “He loves his daughter-in-law. Yong lives with her like a wife, he liked it.

The reason for this phenomenon should be sought in the peculiarities of peasant life. One of the reasons is early marriages. In the middle of the XIX century. according to A.P. Zvonkov, in the villages of the Elatomsky district of the Tambov province, it was customary to marry 12-13 year old boys to brides of 16-17 years old. Daughter-prone fathers deliberately married their sons young in order to take advantage of their inexperience. Another reason for dreaming is the above-mentioned seasonal crafts of the peasants.

“A young spouse will not live sometimes even a year, as his father sends him to the Volga or somewhere to work. The wife is left alone under the weak control of her mother-in-law.”

From the Bolkhovsky district of the Oryol province, an informant reported:

“Dreaming is widespread here because husbands go to work, see their wives only twice a year, while the father-in-law stays at home and manages at his own discretion.”

The mechanism for inducing the daughter-in-law to cohabitation was quite simple. Taking advantage of the absence of his son (departure, service), and sometimes in his presence, the father-in-law forced the daughter-in-law to have sexual intercourse. All means were used: persuasion, gifts, and promises of easy work. All according to the saying: “Keep quiet, daughter-in-law, I’ll buy a sundress.” As a rule, such a purposeful siege gave its result. Otherwise, the lot of the young became overwhelming work, accompanied by nit-picking, swearing, and often beatings. Some women tried to find protection in the volost court, but, as a rule, they were excluded from the analysis of such cases. True, I.G. Orshansky, in his study, gives an example when, following a complaint from a daughter-in-law about her father-in-law's agreement to be a daughter-in-law, the latter was deprived of the "majority" by the decision of the volost court. But that was the exception rather than the rule.

A typical example of the father-in-law's inclination towards sexual intimacy is given in the correspondence of V.T. Perkov.

“The rich peasant Semin is 46 years old, having sick wife, sent his two sons to the "mines", he himself remained with two daughters-in-law. He began to woo the wife of his eldest son Grigory, and since peasant women are very weak in clothes and are addicted to alcoholic beverages, it is clear that the father-in-law quickly got along with the daughter-in-law. Then he began to "slap" to the youngest. For a long time she did not give up, but due to oppression and gifts, she agreed. The younger daughter-in-law, noticing the “cupids” of the father-in-law with the eldest, brought the mother-in-law to the barn during their intercourse. The matter ended with the fact that the husband bought the old woman a blue sundress, and gave the daughters-in-law a headscarf.

But family love conflicts were not always resolved so safely. At the beginning of the twentieth century. in the Kaluga District Court, the case of Matryona K. and her father-in-law Dmitry K., accused of infanticide, was heard. The accused Matrena K., a peasant woman, married, 30 years old, in response to questions from a police officer, confessed to him that for six years, obeying the insistence of her father-in-law, she had been in touch with him, had a son from him, who is currently about five years old. From him, she became pregnant a second time. Father-in-law Dmitry K., a peasant, 59 years old, having learned about the approach of childbirth, ordered her to go to Riga, and as soon as she gave birth, he grabbed the child and buried him in the ground in a barn.

In a peasant yard, when several families lived side by side, intricate love triangles sometimes arose. So, in the Oryol village of Konevka, “cohabitation between brother-in-law and daughter-in-law was widespread. In some families, the younger brothers did not marry because they lived with their daughters-in-law. According to the Tambov peasants, incest with a brother's wife was caused by the qualitative superiority of the brother who recaptured his wife. The brothers did not particularly quarrel about this, and those around them were condescending to such a phenomenon. Cases of incest did not reach the volost court, and no one punished incest.

It should be noted that with a certain prevalence of this heinous vice in the Russian countryside, the peasants were well aware of the sinfulness of such a connection. So, in the Oryol province, incest was assessed as a great crime against Orthodox faith for which there will be no forgiveness from God in the next world. According to the opinions of the peasants of the Borisoglebsky district of the Tambov province, daughter-in-law was common, but traditionally it was considered the most shameful sin in the village. The daughters-in-law at the meeting were ignored when solving public affairs, since everyone could tell them: “Get the hell out, daughter-in-law, it’s none of your business here.”

Having put her son to bed, she threw off her shirt, and nakedly darted to her husband in bed. Misha, as usual, dug a kiss into his wife's plump lips and, quickly rummaging through her collapsed breasts, slid his palm down over her quivering belly. Slightly penetrating his finger into the cave of his wife, he was surprised that the wife had long been bleeding juice of love.

Don't, Misha ... - she whispered hotly into the night, - come on, come into me soon!

The story with her father-in-law, which had frightened her so much during the day, now, alone with her husband, served as a catalyst for sex that required immediate satisfaction.

The excitation of the wife was immediately transferred to her husband, and his cock instantly stretched out along her naked thigh. Misha hovered over Svetlana, who spread her legs wide, and putting the tight head of his average bolt to her sweet cleft, gently slid inside.
- O-o-o-o-x! - the young woman exhaled, and immediately greedily pulled her booty, unable to restrain herself any longer.

The man glided with pleasure inside the hot cave, and Sveta synchronously met his desired movements with her lower abdomen. Only a few sweet minutes of fucking passed ... She suddenly felt that it was not her beloved husband who was fucking her, but in some incomprehensible way, the insatiable father-in-law plunged into her pussy to the full depth, reaching right to the uterus ... From all these thoughts, Sveta froze, not unable to restrain herself, she moaned long and thrashed under her husband's body in convulsions of a powerful orgasm.

Misha, feeling a pleasant grip on his wife's cock's vagina, accelerated the rhythm, caught up with Svetlana, and jumping out of her sweet slit, also groaned. The hot seed gushed out in jerks, generously pouring water on the stomach and shaggy pussy of the wife ...

The heated bodies lay down beside him, breathing heavily in the darkness.
- It was so good, not to convey! - said Misha, - And what is it that suddenly got into you today? ..
- I don’t know ... I probably missed it! - Svetlana lied.

At the opposite wall, Alyosha suddenly began to cry, and Sveta ran to him...

And at this time, behind a thin partition, Pyotr Ivanovich lay on his bed, and listening to the creak of the marital bed of the young and their sweet sighs, he jerked off his bolt.
As soon as he heard the daughter-in-law's long groan, which, like a decoder, revealed what had happened, the man increased his speed, fisting like a good pump.

At the bottom of his stomach, the muscles contracted sweetly, and the accumulated semen burst out at once, spattering the tangled blanket. Ivanovich, by an effort of will, suppressed a scream torn from within, and calmed down, slowly diving into a well-deserved, sweet dream ...

The next two days passed quietly for Svetlana. Ivanovich did not seem to show any interest in her, and the woman calmed down.
But the next morning showed the illusory nature of all her hopes!

The father-in-law appeared on the threshold of the kitchen in a dressing gown, which had not happened before. He sat down on a chair in a businesslike manner, combed back his liquid hair, and said to the sister-in-law who was busy at the table:
- You earned something early in the morning, blue ... Sit down! he pointed downwards.

Sveta dutifully approached and began to sit down on her father-in-law's knees. At that moment, when she turned away, the skirts of his dressing gown suddenly parted, flashing naked and, unsuspecting Sveta, sat down with a dressing gown on his naked body.

Get up a bit, you crushed the eggs! - suddenly said the father-in-law. Sveta rose slightly and Pyotr Ivanovich suddenly pulled up her dressing gown and pressed down on the daughter-in-law's pelvis.

The young woman flopped, suddenly feeling with her thighs that she was sitting on the naked body of a man!
- Oh, dad! Svetlana screamed, trying to jump off.
But the old horse-radish securely held her wide pelvis.
- Nothing, nothing, daughter! Let's rub ourselves a little, like last time ... - he “reassured” her. - Do you still want to live with me?

The daughter-in-law became quiet, but… she felt the growing pressure from below!
- Spread your legs, let my mischievous go free! Look how hard it is for him!
Light hesitated.
- Well-u-u! the old man ordered sternly.
The daughter-in-law scaredly shifted her ass and removed her leg to the side. Gaining strength, Ivanovich's bolt rose resiliently, ending up between her thighs.

Well, another calico! - the owner said contentedly, - And you squeeze your legs tighter ... Now you can!

Sveta obediently squeezed her legs, holding her hot thighs, gaining strength, a large horseradish father-in-law. Her lowered dressing gown carefully covered this shameless picture, but the owner did not like it!

You are a dressing gown! Why now ... It’s heated with us, you won’t get cold! - he bent his own and, looking at Sveta, his eyes flashed angrily.
She doomedly untied the belt, and the old man joyfully shoved it to the floor.

Oh, and you are beautiful, Sveta! - embracing her by the waist, Ivanovich assessed, shaking, as if weighing, with his other hand, her full, engorged chest.
From such an intimate caress, the father-in-law blushed deeply.
Pyotr Ivanovich corrected his penis, clamped by the daughter-in-law's thighs, pressing it tightly to her crotch, covered only by tight panties.

Well, now, daughter, pull your ass back and forth! Make dad happy!

Svetlana leaned her hands on the back of the chair and the table, and began to masturbate her father-in-law's considerable member, slightly rising and again sitting down with her bare hips on his knees.
She suddenly and involuntarily wound up herself, fulfilling the will of Ivanovich. A hard cock, sliding a dark crimson prick on her thin panties, caused an irresistible desire ... Her heavy breasts, slightly sagging from milk, swayed enticingly, threatening to drive her partner crazy.

Grasping her wide pelvis with greedy palms, pleased Ivanovich regulated the course of the process.

Svetlana suddenly felt that she was leaking, and her panties were wet.
- No, dad! No!!! It's not right! - she screamed, suddenly jumped up and ran to her room.
- Nothing, nothing, daughter! Get used to it! - said her father-in-law after her.

He pulled a small remote control from his robe pocket, pressed a button, and stopped the video recording.
Pyotr Ivanovich, former employee A research institute with advanced technologies was on YOU, and was well versed in such trifles as a video camera and a computer.
Taking a video peephole the size of a small button off the shelf, he slipped it into his pocket.

It will be necessary to settle accounts with Kolyan later, to buy him a bubble ... A former colleague helped out! Ivanovich thought, and grinned quite a bit...
- Nothing, nothing - will not get away from you! Get used to it! - Ivanovich threw after her. - But in what mansions you live! ..