Rita's small apartment was a sanctuary from the hustle and bustle of the city outside. She loved nothing more than coming home after a long day and getting ready for bed, brushing her long chestnut hair and humming to herself as she slipped into her favorite pajamas.
Tonight was no different, and as she settled into her cozy bed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. But that peace was soon interrupted by the sound of her 10-year-old son, Gleb, entering the room.
"Mom, can I sleep in your bed tonight?" he asked, his voice small and hesitant.
Rita raised an eyebrow, playfully insulting him. "Gleb, you're too old to sleep in my bed. You're a big baby."
Gleb pouted, but Rita couldn't help but soften at the sight. She knew he was growing up fast, and she couldn't deny him this small comfort. "Fine," she said, relenting. "You can sleep on the couch in the living room."
Gleb's face lit up, and he thanked his mother before running off to claim his spot on the couch. Rita smiled to herself as she settled back into bed, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about Gleb lately.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he seemed more curious about the world than he had before. And as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of the curious, bright-eyed boy she had raised.
But her peaceful slumber was short-lived, as Gleb entered the room once again, looking nervous and unsure.
"Mom, I have something to ask you," he said, his voice trembling.
Rita sat up, intrigued. "What is it, Gleb?"
Gleb took a deep breath, steeling himself for the question he was about to ask. "Can I touch your body?"
Rita was taken aback, her mind racing as she tried to process his words. But she was determined to keep a straight face, not wanting to embarrass her son.
"Gleb, you're bold," she said, playfully insulting him once again. "Do you think I'm some kind of object?"
Gleb shook his head, his eyes wide with sincerity. "No, Mom, I just... I'm curious about the female body. I want to learn more about it."
Rita considered his request, her mind racing as she weighed the pros and cons. Finally, she made her decision.
"Okay, Gleb," she said, her voice steady. "You can touch my body, but only if you're respectful and don't try anything funny."
Gleb nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement. Rita lay back down, closing her eyes as she felt her son's hands on her body for the first time. It was an unusual proposal, but Rita was determined to help her son learn and grow, even if it meant stepping out of her comfort zone.
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