War is terrible wherever we go, but within the horrors there is something incomprehensibly human, but also depraved. In this story, a necessary human instinct is revived after a tragic death.

In October 1942, in Stalingrad, in the great Russian frost and the crackling of guns, countless families fought for survival. However, besides hunger, there were other desires that people could not fulfill or fulfilled in other ways.

Yelena was left alone at home in the midst of the carnage with her son Alexei and two boys from the neighbor. The woman's husband had been drafted at the beginning of the war and had not seen him since, she worried that she would never see him again.

However, Alexei was at an age when he would need something more than food. He had always secretly longed for his mother's body, but since he knew that she would never agree to it, it remained just a dream for a long time.

Over the months, the area had been hit by several bombs, but their home was not as badly damaged as the other homes, but it had become unstable in many places. One early afternoon, a brick that was sticking out fell on the woman's head, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground, suffering brain damage and dying. Alexei and two of his friends discovered the woman's body a few minutes later, her head flowing like a river among the rubble. The young boy collapsed, pounding his fists on the ground in anger, his tears mixing with the blood. He cursed being left alone, cursed being stuck in this city and having no one to count on, perhaps death was approaching. The boy's friends watched the woman with blank eyes as snowflakes fell on her white face, giving her a kind of fairy-like appearance. "Let her go, she's dead, there's nothing you can do." The two boys had to hold their friend down because he was crying so bitterly and loudly that he was afraid the Germans would find them. Amidst a small scuffle, they were taken to a room with only an unmade bed, an extinguished candle, and an empty cupboard with a few books on the shelves filled with ashes. The window had long since been broken, the curtains were only good enough to block the cold breezes. The two boys covered Alexei with a slightly prickly and smelly blanket as they left. "We'll be back, we promise." They said, then closed the door behind them and left.

Alexei wondered why he hadn't been able to say goodbye to his mother, how much he loved her and how much she had done for her and for his father. He also wondered how he would tell his father, if he ever returned home, that his beloved wife was gone. He was half-way between crying and sleeping when he heard his two friends' interesting moans, some kind of pleasures, from outside. Carefully opening the door handle so as not to make too much of a squeak, he went down a floor where he encountered a more crude form of human depravity than before. One of his friends was rummaging between the legs of his mother's body with his fingers, and the other was circling the woman's mouth with his dick, trying to push it in.

"It's a shame she's dead, she's good even dead."

"She would never have let you stick your dick in her."

"How do you know?"

"Believe me, there's money for women like that to spread their legs."

"But she has a husband, how could you have done it?"

"I don't know if her husband is still alive, he might never come home."

"Your father is at war, and so is mine."

"I know, but if they're gone, who's going to "take care" of your mother or mine?"

"What? You want to fuck your mother?"

"Yeah, why not, and maybe yours too? Honestly, you don't want mine? Did you see how big her ass is?"

"Yeah, but you shouldn't do that, it's wrong."

"You're thinking about that now? We just fucked a dead body. If this bitch didn't give herself up alive, she'll give herself up dead now."

"What the hell are you doing, what the fuck are you doing to my mother?" Alexey exclaimed. The two boys looked at each other, one of them looked away awkwardly. "Alexey, listen, man, it doesn't matter now."

"No, I wouldn't have thought of you, how could you do this?"

The two guys were silent as they looked at the sky. Their cocks were a little stiff from the cold, but they were still stiff. "We're not stupid, we knew you'd want to fuck Elena too, I mean your mother. "She's dead anyway, do what you want or get the hell out of here!"

Alexei didn't know how to react, deep down he knew that the guy was right and that his mother would never have shared half of his wonderful body on her own. He moved closer to the woman's body, whose skin was even whiter than usual. The snow in her hair seemed to form a crown. Her thin dress froze on the ground along with her limbs.

"Well, how do you decide?" One of the guys asked.

Alexei crawled over his mother tremblingly and kissed the woman's lips, which had turned purple. He slid his tongue over hers, which was rock hard and stiff. He wrapped his right hand around his mother's cleavage and played with her breasts. He simply tore off the clothes in the way that were preventing him from admiring Yelena's body and threw them aside in front of the shoes of the boy standing to his left. The woman's beautiful body excited the other two boys, but Alexei didn't let them get any closer.

He switched from licking her breasts to biting her, enjoying the way he dominated her body, as if he were prey that a lion had laid down and was trying to protect. He pulled his pants down with difficulty and pain while his body was in contact with the stiff woman's body, then he slid his cock in and started pounding her pussy. The remains of his two previous buddies' sperm were frozen on his mother's thighs. "Ohh mom, I'm finally inside you." He didn't want it that way, but finally the boy realized the dream he had been carrying inside him for a long time. He looked into her glassy eyes, knowing that he had committed the worst possible crime. At the same time, he had desecrated his mother's body by raping her, especially since she was not among the living. He turned her over on her stomach and slapped her big ass that he had wanted to see in front of him for so long as if it were a toy ball. He entered her tight little butthole while completely plunging himself onto her body. With hard, strong, firm thrusts, his testicles slapped her thighs while Alexei left a small streak of hot sperm in his mother's hole in the cold Russian frost. "This is your mother, this is how your son says goodbye to you!"

He turned away from his mother and sat on a nearby small wooden chair that had no back. He stroked his face and hair and tried to process what he had just done. After a short silence, Alexei spoke. "We have to throw the body out!" He said coldly.

"And where?"

"They're taking a lot of dead bodies to the nearby factory building, no one will notice it there."

"Okay, then let's go to the factory!" Alexei declared, slapping his knee.

As they walked down the street, the three boys carried Yelena's body on a small two-wheeled cart, covered with a large sheet. Only the sides and a few internal columns of the former ironworks remained intact. In the middle of the facility, a large pit from an earlier explosion was full of corpses. Mainly Russian soldiers, civilians, but also German bodies lay inside. "It'll be fine here." Alexei said, then, rolling the cart over a little, his mother's body rolled among the others. Out of the corner of his eye, the boy saw a PPS-41 submachine gun and bent down to get it. "Alexei, what are you doing now?" his friends asked.

With great difficulty, he got back on his feet and looked at the terrified boys standing in front of him with piercing eyes.

"Alexei, put it down...." But before he could finish, Alexei emptied a full magazine into his two friends, who perhaps never were. He was angry that his mother's body had been desecrated, but he knew that after such an incident, no witnesses could be left alive.

He kicked them in with the other bodies and spread his large tarpaulin over them. He kept the gun with him for safety until he reached the shelter they had originally planned to go to.

The Red Army retook the city several months later, and Alexei survived the siege in the shelter and at the end of the war was able to see his father again, to whom he told the story that a bomb had killed his mother and his friends. But the question remained in the young boy's heart: Did the real monsters die that day?