(Events unfold in Tula from 1964-1994)

This erotic novel in 36 stories is based on the diaries of Yevgeny Schwartz, who emigrated to Israel in early 1994. In this work, the names, surnames of the heroes and specific places of individual historical actions have been changed, the time of the unfolding events has been changed in some way. And the rest, I assure you, everything is pure and frank, the truth, although very bitter in some places, but ...
In that distant time, the settlement of Tula did not differ much from other similar provincial Russian cities. He was not too religious, more of a patriarchal tradition, with old habits and new emerging young talents. And therefore, all these incredible events could happen in any corner of Russia, with any little boy, and later with a young man, a man. But still, most of these stories happened directly in Tula and not with anyone, namely with Zhenya Schwartz. Many adult men and women probably no, no, and they will remember similar cases from their distant childhood and early youth. There will, of course, be orthodox readers who will pretend to be indignant and say that this has never happened to them at all and, in fact, this cannot be. But I just don't believe them!
Please make yourself comfortable and get to know each other. This little boy's name is Zhenya Schwartz. Five months ago, he turned four years old. He lived with his mother and father in the working-class district of the city of Tula, in a small house at 51 Shtykova Street, in the yard. Zhenya huddled in his tiny walk-through room and slept on his new small single bed, which he dreamed about for so long, because before that he had slept on a home-made creaky wooden cot with the formidable name "goats" for several years.
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It was an ordinary early summer morning, and on the calendar the seventh of June 1964, Sunday. Through a sweet dream, Zhenya heard not a loud and not hasty conversation between Baba Manya and his mother.
“You can’t take him with you, he’s already big,” my grandmother said.
- The last time I was just dumbfounded when I saw his eyes. The way he looked at me, I was even ashamed. He goggled his little eyes, clung to my crotch with them and looks, looks.
“Why are you a mother, he’s still just a child, and how can he understand what, it’s even funny,” answered Zhenya’s mother.
“But all the same, you don’t need to take it with you to the women’s bath,” Baba Manya insisted.
“Does he have a father?” she reasoned aloud.
“Yes,” Grandma replied to herself.
- So let Semyon take him with him to the men's bath.
Zhenya had already been there, he completely forgot how he went to the bathhouse last time with his mother and grandmother, but this involuntarily overheard conversation suddenly forced his childhood tenacious memory to return to one spring Sunday morning.
Zhenya stretched sweetly, rolled over on his stomach, and vivid memories swam before his eyes half asleep. In fact, it was so pleasant, pleasant, that I did not want to wake up. Zhenya remembered how he and his mother and grandmother washed in the city bathhouse. How, having quickly undressed him first, mother and grandmother were still undressing, sitting on the dressing room bench, and he ran to the door leading to the bathhouse itself, so that for the last time in front of her to get as much cool air as possible into the lungs and with it burst into the intolerable heat.
Mom and grandmother, taking Zhenya by the hands, the three of them entered the hot and humid room. Thick puffs of steam moved like clouds driven by a strong wind. Cold drops of water falling from the ceiling onto the head and shoulders bit strongly, like angry mosquitoes, filling the room of the common women's bath with some kind of fabulously strange, rather mysterious atmosphere. Almost nothing was visible at all, only barely noticeable in a white pair, the naked bodies of people flickered. Mom and grandmother led Zhenya by the hands to the bath trestle bed and, sitting on it, took iron bowls and, having filled them with hot water, were the first to start soaping with thick white foam whipped like vanilla marshmallow. For some reason, they had especially a lot of it in their armpits and lower abdomen. It hung in large pieces, like cotton wool, and reminded Zhenya of the beard of "Santa Claus", who came home to congratulate him on the New Year. Curly black hairs occasionally showed through this cotton wool. Even then, Zhenya thought: “That’s great! You probably don’t need to wear panties and it’s so warm, and the wind won’t blow into your armpits when you race around the yard on a bicycle!”.
He even laughed and began to fidget on the couch.
“Sit still,” said mother, and her soapy hand laid siege to Zhenya.
Naked aunts and adult girls walked past them with tubs filled with hot water, and Zhenya saw their boobies bouncing, swaying from side to side as they walked, splashing with drops of water flying from their steamed tips. Zhenya sat on a stone trestle bed and rubbed his arms, legs and chest with a prickly washcloth filled with soap. He deliberately lathered a lot of foam on himself in order to somehow hide himself from two dozen curious eyes of the opposite sex, which, as it seemed to him, did nothing, but only looked at him. Grandmother stood in front of him and, squeezing egg shampoo into her palms, cheerfully commanded:
- Quickly close your eyes, otherwise it will pinch! - And, like a cat, grabbed his head with both hands, rubbing the shampoo with hard fingers.
- Do you open your eyes? - asked the grandmother.
- No, - Zhenya answered.
“Now I’m going to pour some warm water on you from a bowl,” she explained. And the warm, pleasant water rolled heavily but quickly from above onto Zhenya's head. Zhenya half-opened his eyes, and wow... right in front of his nose, gleaming, trembling and slightly moving, a hairy, curly-haired, black, slightly triangular ball, from which a barely noticeable dark path of tiny hairs stretched up his plump tummy to his navel. It was a real grandmother's squeak. She was so shaggy that Zhenya could hardly see the darkening vertical crease running from the bottom of her stomach to her crotch. The hairs in it were especially thick, they were twisted into small pigtails along which soap streams flowed down like grooves, and droplets of water hung at its very ends. And this "grandmother's miracle" ended with a fur comb, similar to a grandmother's big comb, sticking out between her legs. He wrapped himself with light cilia in the left and right groins of slightly tanned, smooth thighs. And the lateral dark hairs of this "miracle" slightly reached the rounded bones of a forty-three-year-old, elastic, wide grandmother's pelvis. Zhenya was numb. He had never seen this before. He didn't know what attracted him so much.
- Well, hairs and hairs, what's wrong with that, - Zhenya thought. But there was something in these hairs, pigtails, folds, comb and eyelashes that made Zhenya want to look and look at them, he wanted to stroke his grandmother's squeak like a black fluffy kitten, and maybe even snuggle up to her and kiss. But not like a squeak, but like a part of the body of his beloved grandmother or like a kitten, but Zhenya did not dare to do this. He was suddenly afraid, and his chest was bubbling.
His stupor was broken by a new flurry of warm water from the tub, and Zhenya breathed a sigh of relief:
- Ugh…
- Not hot? - asked the grandmother.
“No…” he stuttered slightly.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked.
“Nothing,” Zhenya replied.
- Enough to look at one point "little one", - said grandmother Manya and turned Zhenya's head away from her with her hand.
- Well, then the granddaughters lie on their tummy, on the couch, now I'll wash your back, - the grandmother informed. Zhenya lay down obediently on his stomach. His face was in front of his mother's back. Mom was sitting in front of him, rubbing her legs with a washcloth and talking to some girl. When lathering her heels and feet, she periodically leaned forward, and Zhenya's gaze opened up a new miracle, a new mystery of the female naked body. At that moment, Zhenya did not perceive the person sitting with his back to him as his mother. In fact, it seemed to him that this was not a mother, but someone else's aunt, and she did not notice him, that Zhenya was absolutely invisible.
- Zhenya thought to himself - I should tell Shura and Sanka about this, they will be jealous!
Grandmother, meanwhile, began to lather his back, ass, legs. Coming closer to the head, Baba Manya carefully rubbed Zhenya's neck and shoulders with a slippery prickly washcloth. Near Zhenya's right cheek, lightly touching it, two grandmother's breasts swayed fleshy. They were large and heavy, beautiful, as it seemed to Zhenya, in shape. On their tips were dark red circles a little smaller than the lid of a shoe polish jar, with multiple small pimples, and in the middle of these circles were two cherry-colored nipples, the size of my mother's thimble. These boobies kept tickling his cheek with their nipples, and one of them clung to the right nostril of Zhenya's nose, while the boobies swayed, hitting each other, slightly making a smacking wet sound. Droplets of water and fragrant grandmother's sweat gathered on the nipples swollen from the hot bath and fell on Zhenya's lips. He, licking them, licked the taste of baked milk with honey. Zhenya closed his eyes, slightly opening his mouth, and the left nipple slipped over his lips and tongue, leaving a feeling of its elasticity and sweetness. Turning his head and resting his chin on the stone bed, Zhenya began to look at his mother's ass. Only now did he see that it was smooth and round, divided into two identical halves. She spontaneously moved on each of them to the left to the right, back and forth, expelling small soap bubbles from under her.
- Wow, you - Zhenya whispered and smiled. Mom leaned forward once again, and a "mysterious creature" appeared before his children's eyes. This "creature" looked like a large two-wing shell, such Zhenya found in the flood lakes of the Oka River last summer, when he went with his parents to pick mushrooms near the city of Aleksin.
- Precisely, it was a shell, - he decided, only it was all overgrown with twisted hair, and a small finger stuck out between two large swollen wings.
- Yeah, so my mother's squeak is also growing, like mine, but still quite small, - Zhenya thought.
- Roll over on your back, - said the grandmother, and Zhenya rolled over. His squeak began to brazenly stick up like a young acorn, leaning on two unripe peas, and looked like a funny addition next to the female forms of mom and grandmother. Baba Manya turned her back to Zhenya and, leaning forward, began to wash his feet with a washcloth. Eugene clung to his grandmother's ass with his eyes. She was more of a mother. Her well-fed rolls, like small humps, rose a little to the waist, and the whole butt looked like two down pillows. From the lower part of its halves protruded two flat, shaggy wings, firmly stuck to the damp thighs, between which, shamelessly crescent-shaped, rolled out two hairy bagels of rich color. And everything that used to be covered in front with a fur comb, now opened up for Zhenya in close-up, turned at different angles. Hairy ruddy bagels ended right next to the very hole of the priests, which was slightly tucked around with a dark plush fluff. Zhenya looked at her grandmother's boobies. Squeezing themselves into the circle of Zhenya's legs, together with a washcloth, they dragged along them back and forth, rubbing them to a shine, pleasantly pressing, knocking Zhenya's knees with their nipples-thimbles. Then, with two heavy weights, they dragged themselves along Zhenya's protruding acorn. Zhenya shouted:
- Ticklish! - and laughed.
- Well, then everything else is mine, - said grandmother Manya and went towards the showers.
The hot steam descended so low that the bodies of people were visible only to the waist. And Zhenya looked at the trail of the departing grandmother, admiring how she was walking, wagging her round, steamed ass.
- Mom, let me wash your back! - Zhenya declared cheerfully.
- Wash, - my mother answered and lay down on her stomach. Zhenya took a washcloth. He began to slowly drive along the back, at the same time touching with all his fingers the hot mother's figure. The hand walked along the sides of the body, bending around the protruding balls on half-covered hard boobs, jumped over the halves of the rounded priests, slightly touching the pliable little hairs sticking out guiltily from the inside of the meat buns shifted together. Zhenya liked it very much. He again washed the washcloth in the bowl and once again ran it over her pope, thereby washing off all the foam from the beautiful hairs and saw how they twisted into crazy hair spirals, while experiencing something bashful and proud.
“Thank you,” Mom said, sitting back down. Zhenya looked at the showers. From the thick, swirling steam, legs walked towards him, then the lower half of the grandmother. She carried her body easily, a black cocked hat squeaking with the edges of a double-sided crest captured one and then the other thighs. Still flowing streams of water furrowed her resinous hairy pussy, she moved as she walked, as if alive, quickly approaching Zhenya's face, becoming bigger and bigger and bigger. Touched the nose and gently crashed into the forehead, lips, cheeks!
- Oh! - screamed grandmother.
"You can't see anything in this fog!" she went on.
- Zhenechka, I didn't hurt you?
“No, grandma,” he said affectionately.
- And in his soul he sang and danced. He kissed the "grandmother's miracle."
- Hooray! - Zhenya shouted silently.
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- Zhenya, Zhenechka, son ... get up, - mother sang softly in her ear.
- It's morning already. Get together with your dad for the bath, otherwise you have become dirty with me, like pigs, - she added.
- Will you and your grandmother wash with us? - Zhenya asked.
- No, son, my grandmother and I will wash separately. And kissing him on the forehead, my mother and grandmother went out the door.
- That's great - Zhenya shouted and got out of bed.
City bath No. 1 was not far from their house, so Zhenya and his father went on foot. They walked along Arsenalnaya, then Komsomolskaya, past Khlebozavod No. 3 and came to the intersection of Maxim Gorky and Oktyabrskaya streets. On a hillock, between dilapidated houses, stood a city bathhouse like a big steamer, letting off white steam.
“Finally, I’ll wash with the peasants,” Zhenya thought, holding his father’s hand, and skipped along, trying to keep up.
They went straight to the second floor of the bathhouse. Father was met by an uncle in a white coat. Dad told him:
- Hi Uncle Vanya!
“Hello,” Uncle Vanya answered dryly. His father gave him 20 kopecks for two, it was two times cheaper than the tickets, and Uncle Vanya escorted them to the shower room.
- Hurrah, - Zhenya shouted, running into a separate shower room. It was clean and comfortable, just him and dad.
Zhenya washed himself in the shower, and out of the corner of his eye examined his father's squeak. It was long and thick, like a big sausage, open and you could see a round head with a hole in the center. Around the "sausage" thick black jungle grew, and on the sides of it dangled, namely, two huge testicles dangled, with sparse hair like springs. Zhenya looked at his squeak and thought:
- I wish she grew as big as my dad. Then I would definitely show it to my mother and grandmother, they would definitely like it.
- E-he-he, - Zhenya said on an exhalation.
Arriving home, mother met them and, smiling, asked Zhenya:
- Have my pink pigs washed themselves?
- Yes! - Zhenya answered.
- Well, then let's drink tea with gingerbread, - she said and went to put the samovar in the kitchen. Zhenya ran after her and, lowering his head, quietly asked: "Mom, why don't you have a squeak, like we have with dad?" Mom looked at him, laughed for a long time, and then answered:
- Long, long time ago, when I was a little girl, I also had a squeak. But one summer, it was very hot, I did not listen to my mother and did not wear panties. So, a big dog running past, bit off my squeak!
“Really?” Zhenya asked in surprise and fright.
"And grandma's too?"
"And at Grandma's," repeated Mother, laughing.
- Mom, I will never walk without panties, - Zhenya assured.
“That's good,” Mom said.
And the four of them drank hot fragrant tea with gingerbread, and Zhenya was very happy that he had such good ones: mom, dad and grandmother.

"I've been spoiled by love" If you think that my grandmother is a broken vicious woman, you are very mistaken. She is the standard of upbringing and elegance, restraint and intelligence. It just so happened that my grandmother raised her daughter - my mother - without a husband. Some young scoundrel, having seduced a young excellent student, disappeared forever as soon as he found out about her pregnancy. After mourning broken dreams, Granny took fate into her own hands. She gave birth in spite of strict parents, who kept talking about her shame day and night, and devoted herself entirely to her only daughter. This beauty had many admirers, but she was adamant: “No more man will enter my life!” And then I appeared in granny's life - "her main man." I heard this phrase from my grandmother, probably a million times. My mother also doted on me, but unlike a strict grandmother, she greatly encouraged male courtship, which is why she often quarreled with her grandmother, who believed that pride was the main thing in a woman.

youthful passions My grandmother and I were great friends. I had no secrets from her, she knew about all my loves, starting from kindergarten. When in the ninth grade a frenzied interest in girls woke up in me, I did not know what to do with myself. I always thought I could make anyone my friend. Maybe it would have been so, but I began to need girls so much, I wanted to like them to such an extent that I simply got lost in their presence. Oddly enough, it was my grandmother who helped me in all the delicate issues. When I confessed to her that I was a complete layman in relations with the female sex, she taught me to like him. Day after day, we had frank conversations with her about what a woman wants. Grandma revealed to me all her secrets, the secrets of her friends, recounted other people's confessions, which she, as a doctor, heard to her fill. And gradually my wise grandmother moved on to the most important thing that interested me then - how to seduce a woman. I will not retell all the intimate details of our home lessons about erogenous zones and arousal. The main thing happened when I lost my head from my grandmother precisely as from a woman. I begged her... And everything happened - for real.

It was just one time After that night when my beautiful grandmother made me a man, our relationship changed. Not spoiled, no. But since then, she never spoke to me again on “free” topics and did not even allow herself to be hugged. To my offended bewilderment, my grandmother answered very sharply: “It was a lesson, and nothing more. The training is over, now you know all the women's secrets. You don't need me anymore." You can't imagine how I suffered, yearned for her. I even thought I was in love. But Grandma quickly put everything in its place. Started very soon - for the first time in my life! - lover. Then she had a second admirer, then another, it seemed to burst through her. She has ceased to be an exemplary grandmother, and I have ceased to be an exemplary grandson. And with her light hand, I got a bunch of girlfriends, having the reputation of a cool lover. But still, hand on heart, no one, not even my fiancee, can compare with my first woman, beloved since childhood.

So, in the course of a study, scientists at the University of Massachusetts found that in the period from 50 to 65 years, most women experience a decline in sexual activity or they completely cease to be interested in intimacy. But after 70 years, ladies experience a real rebirth.

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Scientists have found that at this very respectable age, old women stop thinking about knitting and grandchildren and are increasingly interested in intimacy. So, during the survey, more than 50% of respondents over the age of 70 admitted that sex is a very significant aspect of their lives.

At the same time, among women whose age is in the range of 55-69 years, only 43% are interested in intimate life. Scientists believe that the increase in libido is due to the fact that in old age, women are no longer burdened with worries about their career or relatives.

In addition, there is no risk of getting pregnant. Therefore, ladies focus on their own pleasures. After the bold statement of scientists, men will certainly begin to pay closer attention to the old women, who were previously unfairly ignored.

At the same time, scientists have found that lonely old women are the most active in sex - that is, those who do not have a partner or whose spouse is already incapable of sexual intercourse due to age.

However, as sexologist Oleg Shevchenko notes, such scientific discoveries can adversely affect a person. “There is a need to comply with other standards declared. In other words, if everyone around says that they are sexually active at an advanced age, then a particular person who is not capable of such actions and does not feel the need for them will feel a certain inferiority.” expert "Moskovsky Komsomolets".

The sexologist emphasizes that the age of sexual activity is a very individual concept. Therefore, you should not risk your health and, for the sake of stereotypes, try to increase libido in some unnatural way - for example, medication.

Not every family is lucky with a caring grandmother who loves her grandchildren with all her heart. You can often hear sad stories about how a grandmother (more often this is the husband's mother - the mother-in-law) does not show much interest in her grandchildren, does not visit them and does not give gifts ...

However, some parents are faced with the opposite problem - an overly caring grandmother who endlessly pampers the child, indulging all his whims. Such a granny is able not only to give toys or sweets, but also to remake elementary household chores for her no longer even a small grandson or granddaughter.

Why this happens and whether it is a problem, let's try to figure it out in our article.

Caring grandmother pampers her grandchildren

Does your mother or husband's mother love their grandchildren immensely and are they denied nothing? Does he buy them Kinder Surprise on demand or gives them money for various needs? It seems that the grandmother pampers her grandchildren.

Parents are inclined to relate differently to such manifestations of love: some believe that such behavior is an indicator of how much she loves her grandchildren, and do not see this as a problem. Others are tired of fighting and re-educating their mother, each time repeating to her that the absence of prohibitions and the constant indulgence of children's whims does not lead to anything good. But, as a rule, verbal conversations and requests to change their attitude and stop pampering the child end in nothing, and the grandmother believes that she is right. Moreover, there are those who can reproach parents, saying that I buy everything for your child, unlike you.

Why is this happening and what measures of influence are most effective in this situation?

Why she does it: the reasons why grandmothers indulge their grandchildren endlessly

Of course, many parents are interested in getting to know the reasons that make grandmothers pamper their grandchildren. There are several such reasons:

1. A grandmother loves her grandson or granddaughter very much, but rarely sees what prompts her to take out absolutely all manifestations of feelings on the child when they meet. That is, the reasons for such grandmother's behavior are explained simply: she is bored and at the first given opportunity she tries to do something pleasant and not refuse anything to the child.
2. On the contrary, you too often turned to your grandmother for help, asked her to sit with the child. And now she rightfully began to consider herself responsible for this little man, who certainly wants to give all the best and make the happiest child.
3. Grandmother believes that it is the duty of parents to be engaged in education, and she must love her grandchildren and try to make their life happier.
4. He compensates on his grandchildren for what he could not give to his children. For example, at one time, sweets or toys were rarely bought for her own children due to financial difficulties, and she felt guilty about this. And then life gives the right to revenge: here he is, the grandson, catch up.
5. Older people are more sentimental and easily manipulated by children. After all, many are sure that the grandmother will allow or forgive everything.
6. They do not want to enter into a conflict, so they are led by their grandson. Here the situation is as follows: knowing that by refusing to buy or forbidding any action, a “response” reaction in the form of hysteria or accusations awaits her, the grandmother decides to take the path of least resistance, believing that it is better to satisfy the wishes of her beloved child than to listen to a flurry of discontent later , screams or tears.

As you can see, the reasons for the salary of grandchildren can be very different, analyze the mother’s relationship with your children, remember your childhood, and perhaps the motive for her behavior will become clear to you.

Is there any harm in the fact that a grandmother pampers her grandchildren?

On the one hand, a grandmother who does not have a soul in her grandchildren is good. You can trust her with your child and not worry that he will be hungry or offended by a bad attitude. A loving grandmother will always take care. However, there is also the other side of the coin:

• Many grandmothers tend to do absolutely all the housework, entrusting nothing to their beloved grandchildren. That is, if at home mom and dad force the child to at least wash a cup after themselves or carefully hang their things, then there is no need for this when visiting grandma. This is how disagreements begin to arise between parents and the older generation about the fact that the child is not at all interested in self-service and always expects that all the work will be done for him.
• Parents set certain rules for evening walks, and you can walk with your grandmother longer than expected. In this situation, parents are no longer an authority for their own child, because it is much more pleasant and more convenient to find a common language with a grandmother. Returning to the parents, disagreements begin about the established rules.
• Frequent treats of various sweets will also not be beneficial. This, at least, is fraught with a lack of appetite and the appearance of caries on the teeth. And how our grannies love to feed their beloved grandchildren with sweets, it’s not worth mentioning.

Of course, the harm from such a manifestation of care and love from elderly relatives is obvious, and if a similar situation has arisen in your life, you must definitely look for its solution. What will be discussed in the next paragraph of our article.

How to convince a grandmother to stop pampering her grandson or granddaughter?

If a grandmother's love for her grandchildren goes beyond reasonable limits and children's behavior begins to change for the worse with the constant indulgence of an elderly relative, it is worth taking action. And what is it like for parents when a child does not consider them an authority.

What to do and what way out can be found from this situation? There are several approaches that can help resolve this situation.

1. Try to talk to your grandmother and explain to her intelligibly (by giving specific examples) why you should not behave this way with your grandson. Although, as practice shows, this approach is ineffective.
2. If grandmother's permissiveness for grandchildren goes beyond all boundaries and negatively affects the behavior of your child, it is worth taking decisive measures - for some time not to take the child to his mother.
3. If you live with your grandmother, and also feel how endless indulgence spoils the child, he advises you to decide on a radical way out - moving and living separately. Of course, in this case, it will be somewhat more difficult for you in everyday life, because while you and your husband are at work, your grandmother does a fairly large amount of housework. However, this is only at first, over time you will learn to rely only on yourself, and your child will also learn to be more independent. Well, and most importantly, you can avoid quarrels with your mother and maintain a warm relationship.
4. Use counterarguments, but do it tactfully. If he argues that, for example, his grandmother can go to bed later, answer that he was on vacation with his grandmother and there is no need to get up early in the morning, so the grandmother allowed me to go to bed later. At home, he must put to bed on time, because in the morning you need to get ready for school.
5. Engage in the upbringing of your child, show the right example of behavior. Teach them to treat elders with respect, to help them around the house. With this approach, it is unlikely that your child will leave unwashed dishes or an unmade bed for his grandmother. Be a loving and fair parent, and then you will definitely be able to gain authority from your child, which will be difficult for other relatives to shake.
6. In no case do not humiliate the grandmother in the eyes of the child, do not say what she is doing wrong. Just always try to find reasonable reasons for being right.