A/N: Originally it had to be one long story, but I decided to part it ;) Here's the beginning, which also could be a one shot I think ;) I have some parts written, but the story is not finished yet, so it may as well finish just like that. It all depends on my muse (but on readers of course too :D)
Not sure what to say more, so enjoy! :)
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It felt like heaven to be able to take a hot bath. A hot bath with a lot of bubbles, a hot bath which smelt like no bath in her life did. After all those years of short, usually cold showers, she finally could lie in hot water and just enjoy it. That was a godsend for her hurting back.
Although it was so amazing, she felt a bit weird, cause she wasn't at her own place. She was in her son's house and it didn't feel like home exactly. She felt more like a guest, who was going to leave, in a few days. And she would do it, if only she could. But after leaving prison she had nothing. The money she earned there, was a laughable sum, so she wasn't able to do anything. Finally free, she was feeling even worse than locked up. Without money, without the job, without home and even without proper wardrobe, she felt less human than in prison. It was making her so depressed...
She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts and played with the bubbles and the water, letting it to slip through her fingers. She had to think about something nicer. There was no point on being so pessimistic at the very beginning of her new life. She thought she had family after all. Her sons, even if they were not little boys anymore and their wives and kids. She wasn't alone in all of this as sometimes happen to people. Of course it wasn't like she thought it would be, while she had been in prison yet. She thought she would come home to her husband and her market, and everything will be fine after all. But there was no husband and no market left.
All she had were her sons. 'And Sam' something in her mind said. She told herself off for even thinking like that, but that emotional part of her couldn't stop all those thoughts about the handsome counselor. The practical part wanted her to stop this, before it turned into shit and made her cry. But thinking of Sam has been lifting her soul from the depths of the sadness and depression, and making her heart skip a bit. Even though she considered thinking about him was stupid as hell of her, it was the only thing that made her survive the worst days of regained freedom. Her body trembled as she felt knowing sensation in the bottom of her abdomen. That was another reason why she kept thinking about Sam. It was making her aroused at once. She wasn't using it to pleasure herself, it wasn't her cup of tea. She was raised in belief, that only man should pleasure a woman and if she had to do it by herself it was something she should be ashamed of. Of course few years of prison verified her beliefs a bit. But even if, she felt that masturbating in her son's bath in his freaking house was a bit inappropriate. Plus she considered it more as a privilege of young women, not women in their fifties. That glimmer of arousal, which she has been feeling when she was thinking about her counselor was enough for her; she didn't need anything more.
She shivered again, but this time because she realized that the water got cold a pretty while ago. Slowly she stood up, grabbed a towel and wrapped herself into it. Just when she was getting out the bath, she heard gentle knocking to the bathroom's door.
'Mamushka, are you dead? Nobody takes a bath for three hours!' she heard her son's concerned voice.
'I'm alright Vasily!' she answered. 'Oni ne dayut mne ni minuty pokoya…' she said under her breath.
Drying herself, she realized she had to get back to depressing reality, where she had nothing and only stupid thoughts were keeping her in sober state of mind.
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