The air in the cramped apartment was thick with cheap vodka and male sweat. Oksana, a woman in her late forties with curves that defied her age, felt her heart hammer against her ribs. Her daughter Zhenya was out—a fact Grandfather Yura and his hulking nephew Ivan Budko knew all too well.

Yura, his grizzled face a map of old sins, circled her. His calloused hand, smelling of tobacco, cupped her jaw. "You've been a lonely bitch since your man left, eh Oksana?" he growled, his breath hot against her ear. Ivan, a mountain of muscle in a stained tank top, blocked the door, a cruel smirk on his lips.

This wasn't a request. It was a claim.

Yura's other hand slid down, roughly palming her full tit through her thin blouse. She gasped as his thick fingers found her nipple, pinching and rolling it until it was a hard pebble. "Such nice udders for a mama," he sneered, before tearing the fabric open. Her large, heavy breasts spilled out, nipples dark and erect. Ivan moved in, his own massive mitts grabbing her ass, squeezing the plump cheeks through her skirt.

"Spread for us, мамаша," Ivan commanded, his voice a low rumble. He hiked her skirt up to her waist, exposing her simple cotton panties, already damp with a traitorous wetness she couldn't control. Yura hooked a finger into the waistband and ripped them down her thighs. The cool air hit her bare pussy, making her clit twitch.

Yura dropped to his knees