Chapter 1

I never thought that something like this would even come about. I mean - there are some cheesy, unbelievable romance novels and situation comedy that have some pretty"haywire"spot. But I have never actually heard of or seen anything like the office I am in right now.

I don't know where to start. So I'll just get-go from where my chief is at right now.

"Aww, Liny, you know you can assure me anything."my mother said, after a foresightful minute of secretiveness.
I had told her that I wanted to tell her something important. But then completely lost all ability to say anything at all.
"I know."I replied."But you say that because you assume that I would never say something you disapprove of."
She laughed in a disquieting kind of way.
"Since your sixteenth birthday you've more or less bar looking for my approval. Why start now ?"
"Because this is important."
"For heaven's sake girl, if you don't differentiate me then I'll assume you're pregnant and send you off to endure with your grandfather."mom said in exasperation. She wasn't a very affected role person. Maybe ironical for a radiologist - since she sees patients every day, but still.

"Ok. Mom. You know Sveta ? Svetlana, a missy that I go to uni with ?"
"Sure. The daughter with the Russian gens but the Arabic parents."mom said, frowning in an endeavor to remember."I think you said at some point that she was a drudge or something ?"
"No. No, she sketch programing. Programing pupil and digital art students work together a lot at schooltime, that's how we met."
"But isn't programing hacking ?"mom asked, trying to remember what she saw on the news that one meter about that one hacker.
"Don't worry about it. She's not a hacker, trust me."I said, somewhat impatiently. I was not going to go down the rabbit hole of explaining technological terminology to mom right now.
"So what about her ?"
"fountainhead. This april she had asked me to link up her for a wage increase. It was pretty drawn-out, we walked twenty kilometer in homicidal heating. When we came home, we decided to shoot a shower and watch some movies."

I stopped there, thinking about how to proceed. But mom didn't really let me invent a proper train of thought.
"Oh. So you had Netflix and chill ?"she asked, making the connection at the hurrying of light.
"Well, I have HBO instead of Netflix, but yes. In perfume. That's what happened. Mom. I'm in a pretty serious relationship with another woman."

I had a weird, mixed feeling of both dropping a massive bomb, but also a touch that the bomb calorimeter landed on a cushy, fluffy swarm and just fell asleep. Like I was in daze over saying the Scripture out loud.

"Ok, so you say the word ‘ relationship'..."mom said thoughtfully, not looking particularly upset or disturbed by what I had said."… but does that mean that you are fully Lesbian ? Or only that you are in a human relationship with this little girl specifically ?"
I had to pause and think about that one. I wasn't really indisputable. I wasn't really sure whether I even knew or not.
"How would I know ?"I asked before I could lay off myself."Like … I like her a lot. We hang out and have a lot in common. I mean, all the prerequisites for us being together are there. It's just that we both … wear down bras."

"well. Do you find other cleaning woman sexually attractive ?"mom asked, far too casually in my opinion.
"Mom ! No. No. All I wanted to recite you ..."
"Listen. If you are in erotic love with another cleaning woman, that's perfectly fine. But as your mother, I still would like to know these matter. I would ask you similar questions if it was a man you were seeing."she said simply."That whole ‘ gay are crappy'thing is pretty old, I think. It's shallow to be upset by what other hoi polloi are attracted to. Unless it's nazi memorabilia, I would stay on away from that."
"What ..."
"My point is, we've never really had this talk. About young woman and male child, vaginas and penis. And judging by how worried you were about telling me this, I think that I screwed up. If I had talked to you preferably, you would have known not to interest about telling me this."

I thought about it. It made sense. My entire lifetime, I've always sort of assumed that mom was asexual or something like that. Like sex was her cryptonite. Which obviously makes no common sense, since she has two kids. And we didn't just spawn in our designated rooms one day. I assume.

"Let's do this."mom said, as I was still pondering her words and unconsciously making indistinct noise."Let's play a secret plan. I will ask you one question about you. And you, if you'd like, can ask a question about me. That way, we'll know where exactly we stand on everything."
That sounded like a really freak shuddery game, if I was to be true. But I was now curious enough to go along with it. If worse came to worst I would just not answer or lie.

"Sure."I said."But then I will ask first."
"Alright, but let's make coffee before anything. We're sitting here like we're at a goddamn audience. Want snacks ?"
"What snacks do you have ?"
"Uhm. Well. Grapes. And bananas. And oranges."mom said."I'm visible light on John Cash this month, so I had to go with the plant life snacks."she added, a bit apologetically.
"I mean. Everyone loves grapes."
"That's so true ! A bar. Made out of watermelon flesh, but filled with grapes and raspberries. Just having that in my imaging makes me want to ..."she made a violent, crushing gesture."I would wreck that thing so hard."
"Mom, you're going into trendy teen slang a bit too hard."I criticized."It's expected of adults to keep a more … strain vernacular."
"Come on ! I read facebooks and snapchats !"she exclaimed."I can be the mom with the mouth."
"Yes, but what would be way cooler is if you were just mom. You're big at being just mom."
There was a shortstop silence.
"That is so sweet."I finally heard mom say, with her back to me as she was pouring coffee."But still. Do you use facebooks or anything ? It's surprisingly useful."

She walked over to the redact - by the way, I had relocated to the couch during our conversation - and handed me my cup of coffee.
"Don't get off topic."I said. I was actually bore to ask her my question, now that I'd thought of a good one."My interrogative is - are you attracted to women ? Like, any one woman ever ?"
Mom looked surprised at the interrogation. She paused for sentiment, her eyes looking out the window.
"Yes."she said finally."Weird, isn't it ? My interrogation !"
"But wait ..."
"Are you sexually attracted to all women, or just Svetlana ?"
I sighed and tried to articulate an answer.
"So I think that I kinda have to use the procedure of elimination. Meaning I have to ask myself the interrogative sentence - am I attracted to men ? And the answer is no. I remember actually being in schooling, wondering why all those flash young lady would string up around Michael, the ‘ hot guy'at our school. He just looked like any ordinary guy to me.
The Truth is that I never really liked … anyone. Not sexually, at to the lowest degree. I don't know. Maybe the problem is that looks just does nothing for me."
I realized that towards the end there, I had started musing almost to myself and decided to exclude up instead.

"Interesting."mom replied, keeping her poker boldness."Your turn."
"Who was the woman ?"
"Who was the woman what ?"mom seemed genuinely confused.
"You know. Who was the woman that you were attracted to ?"
"Ehm. All the ones that look like Katy Perry."
"You mean Zoey Walter Elias Disney channel ?"
"No, don't be mean, she's a nice young lady !"mom exclaimed, but then let out a gag."But yes. I think - anyone I could tucker out in a fight I like. Because then I just could pulsate them into bed."
"No. Mom, no, that's bad. Don't say that."I covered my mouth with my hand in an almost mirthful expression of surprise.
"What ? It's my fantasy. I'll be damned if I let somebody walk away in my phantasy just because they're ‘ not feeling well ’."she shrugged.
"You know. Teenagers typically don't like to talk to their parents about sexuality because they are scared of what they might find. This is a hone example of what we fear to discover."
"You know I was just joking."mom said, smiling."You really want to know who my get-go woman that I was attracted to was ?"
"Yes. And how old were you ?"
Mom was soundless, but no farseeing smiling.
"I see why it was hard for you to tattle to me about this."she finally said."It's not not wanton for me either."
"Aww, mom, you know that you can narrate me anything."I replied, putting my hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, but this gets complicated."she shook her capitulum."You asked how old I was at the time. I will tell you who she was, but also preserve in judgment that I was fourteen at the time."
I nodded and she went on.

"When I was fourteen, my Fatherhood had this idea of taking the hale family on a vacation in Italy. So we traveled through Germany and Switzerland, the whole affair took three days, back then not all of the roads were enceinte motorway, so we had to involve some side routes as well. And this was pre-smart phone era, so I didn't have to pick to just watch cat videos the all trip.

Me, mom and your uncle, Enam, were taking turns sitting in the front place. We would interchange at every potty break. So this time, Enam was sitting in the front man and me and my mother were sitting in the back.
And ..."mom paused here. She looked at me, but I was merely looking patiently at her, waiting to hear where this was going."… so it was a rainy day, but pretty nice for us, the passenger. My dad would aver and croak about the rain and about the terrible drive accomplishment of all the other drivers.

But the pelting was so therapeutic that we were starting to fall asleep. My mother fell asleep first. I remember this very clearly. She was wearing a summer dress, it was summertime after all and we had been expecting a sunny day.
Under that summertime dress she wore no bra. As she fell asleep, her dress crumpled up at her bosom and from the side - through her crumpled, short sleeve - I could see her really jolly nice bosom. I'll never forget them. I couldn't take my middle off of them.

So. That was the first-class honours degree fourth dimension I fantasized about a cleaning woman. My dearest, old mum."
I only realized that my mouth had been undefended when I closed it with an audible click of my teeth.
"Wow. granny ?"
"Yes."mom laughed."I'll remind you that I was both 14 and it was a really farseeing car drive."

When mom had initially said that her narration was complicated, I had sort of dismissed that. But now I realized that what she was probably wondering was whether or not I had been attracted to her at some point.
And I really, really wanted to just say"No ! Never ! ”. But there was a trouble. As I was about to say -"wellspring mom, I at least want you to know that I've never thought of you that way."- a computer storage surfaced in my mind. A painful and pleasurable computer storage all at once. It was a memory of me sitting on the floor, pretending to read something on my phone, all the while I was watching mom as she slept on the couch in nothing but a T-shirt and step-in. He butt was hanging off of the edge of the couch. The sunlight seemed to playfully dance across her exposed skin. And I just couldn't take my eyes away. Looking at that butt was like looking at the mysterious butt of Mona Lisa.

"You're wondering, aren't you ?"I asked mom finally."Whether I've had a similar ‘ moment'?"
"Yes. But if you can't or won't tell me, that's finely. I don't need to get laid either way. I just want you to sympathize, with my picayune story, that it's perfectly natural to be attracted to many, many unlike things. Just stay away from nazi memorabilia."
"Ok. So we'll get back to you and grandma, but what's up with the nazi memorabilia ?"
"It was a joke !"
"What variety of a joke is that ! ?"
"It's from that red cent commercial."mom laughed."There is a starving, African kid - no specific body politic, just ‘ Africa ’. The country of Africa. The general arena of Africa. Anyway, the kid is scraggy and over the footage of that kid, a voice says ‘ No one deserves to grow up without a Fatherhood ’. And for some reason, mare, a co-worker, when that commercial came on, she added to it :
‘ No one deserves to get up without a father. Unless you are Hitler ’.
It made me laugh so much. Now I can't get it out of my head."
"I'm … gladiola that orphan in Africa makes you happy."I said, not really believing the words that were coming out of my mouth.
"Aww, you teenagers are such prudes ! In my day, we could spill and jest about anything ! Because everything was dire ! Have you seen the television sets from the nineties and eighties ? They are criminally abominable. I can't believe I used to watch them all the time. How could I even tell what was going on ?"

We fell silent and just sipped our coffee bean for a while.
"sprightliness's weird."I commented after it became apparent that we weren't playing the secret plan any more.
"Oh, it gets really weird."mom agreed."One of our chiefs of staff left their situation shoemaker's last month. Apparently they had been sending every week electronic mail to the administration's official ‘ inter-group communication us'email reference with increasingly crazy confederacy theories about what was going on in the hospital.

Before he left, we had an auditor come and examine the MRI machinery because apparently one of the conspiracy theory that the man had was that the MRI political machine was exposed to the internet and all scan were being uploaded to external servers. Apparently his explanation for how it could lick in hypothesis was so convincing that they had to send someone to confirm that what he was saying was nonsense."

"Weird."I agreed."There was this one fourth dimension ..."I stopped. I was about to tell her about me intellection of her buttocks at night while I played with myself. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. I decided to foretell it quits for today."There was this one time I had a really overnice conversation with my mom about all sorts. But I think I'm gon na go and hold a nap."
"Don't nap too severely, or you'll hurt yourself."mom smiled, and took my empty cup with her to the kitchen.
I shook my head and went to my room.

So I am actually a scholar, but I live at home. Since I live in Danish capital, I have the sumptuousness of not requiring to live in any kind of a student residence. Our world transport system is punctual to within two arcminute to the Gospel According to Mark. In fact, public rapture inspector track lateness of passenger vehicle. If a bus fails to go forth the origin post at its designated sentence, the bus company gets a fine. If the bus is the of late to other stay within a certain window, they also get a ok. There's a lot of motivator to go on the world transport system running well-oiled in Copenhagen.

I'm not surely why I decided to order the write up from that detail. I guess that's where all of the crazy things had started.
As you can tell, mom and I get along pretty bang-up. The exclusively fight we had in recent computer storage was about our personal sassy phone druthers. Mom likes the shiny, Samsung ones. But I have a Blackberry. I like the keyboard and I have no shame.

But from this point onward, I just … couldn't tear the picture of my mom's butt out of my head. I know what it sounds like. I don't like it any to a greater extent than you do. But this is where we're at.
When I got to my elbow room I called Sveta to tell her about my mom's reaction. She had been pretty anxious about it too.
We had both agreed to narrate our parents this weekend - this was a Lord's Day by the way.

"So how did she respond ?"Sveta asked, after I told her that I had spoken to my mom.
"Really well. Like - it was no big affair to her at all. I think it would be no job for you to come and travel to tomorrow. We can hang and everything."
"And your dad ?"
"Still not living with us. They've been separated for years, they don't do social visits to each other."
"Yes, but have you told him ?"
"No … I don't know if I should. I don't know what the point would be. have you told your parents ?"
"I … didn't find the mightily chance. We had a small problem."
"What kind of problem ?"
"We had a row again. It's that old argument about ‘ figurer plot ’. Like my programing social class are just games to me. My parents are back asswards in their mindset. They don't even believe in electric car cars. I love them. But I also wish I could just tell them to get fucked."

I'd heard this before. Svetlana's family was that sort of kinsperson that when someone asked you"So how's your family unit ?"you would answer"wellspring, you know. You pick your ally, not your family ”.
significance that virtually people would never blame this fellowship for anything. They cared a lot about Sveta. But also had no musical theme what they were doing, or so it seemed to me. In Iraq, her dad had worked as a navigational manager for a local anesthetic transportation troupe. local to Baghdad anyway. And back then, everything was run using paper ledgers and folders, not laptops and ache speech sound. When the war finally came to Baghdad they moved to Denmark and the"pen and theme"mental attitude came along with them.
Though they have more or lupus erythematosus made themselves at home in Kobenhavn, they still seem to be under the impression that scheduling is just some kind of a fad.

"Listen. severalise them that you will ‘ think about it ’. And come over to my place. I, at least, support your career choice."I told her over the phone.
"No, if I leave now it will only get worse tomorrow."
"So what you're saying is that you want to stay with me for two 24-hour interval ? We can set up that."
"No, no. I need to dole out with this on my own."
"You know how sometimes you talk to a person one day and that person is really, really trying to betray an idea to you really hard and really passionately. But then you talk to that person the day after. And for some reason, they seem to be a bit blasé about the whole thing now. Do you have it off why that happens ?"
There was a silence over the earpiece as she thought over the problem."Because they found out that it was bullshit ?"Sveta asked.
"well. Ok, maybe. But what I meant was that time changes perspective. I promise you that time is all you need to calm this situation down. It's always like that. individual shouts for a spell, gets it out of their system. Then, the day after, they are back to normal."
"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean."she agreed."I'll see if I can sneak out. I'll Call you when I'm nearby."
"Ok, bye, foretell soon !"

"Linnea ?"I heard mom call me from the hallway."Svetlana is here to see you."As she poked her read/write head into my room, she added"She looks like it's been raining."
I looked out the windowpane at the sun outside, perplexed.
Regardless, I went out to recognize her and saw instantly what mom meant. Her eyes were slightly puffy and her war paint, which she had at one item tried to re-apply, was running down her cheeks.
"Your family seem like such a courteous bunch."I said, trying to make a joke.
"Don't lecture to me about them."she nearly hissed.
"fountainhead … we have grape and coffee. Come in and make yourself comfortable."mom said, breaking the ice like a surgeon with a sledgehammer.

I took her helping hand and led her into my elbow room. There I sat her down on my bed and looked into her eyes.
"Want to spill the beans about it ?"
"Not really."
"deprivation to … I don't know, sit and cry for a spell ?"
"Not really."she chuckled.
"Man, you're hard to please. Mom wasn't kidding about the have grape. need some ?"
"No."she said in a petite vocalization I hadn't heard from her before."I just want to sit here with you for a while."
Something happened in my heart as she said that. A deeply warm impression spreadhead through my chest. Something that was either a medical condition or deep, palpable affection.

We both laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. We were holding mitt, our fingers intertwined. I was on her right hand and she was on my left.
She smelled of something that I can only describe as warmth. Like how sunshine tone. I snuggled my head close to hers.

And at some distributor point around there - I fell asleep.
The rain was soothingly beating against the Windows of the car. I looked around, wondering when we were going to arrive. I was about to open my mouth and ask, but just as I did I noticed that mom was asleep on the seat next to me.
I considered waking her up anyway, I was bored and there was null to do in the car. But the further the car swarm, the bumpier the route became.
I was annoyed at first."These south European body politic need to get their squat together and bulge out taking caution of their infrastructure."
But out of the corner of my eye I noticed that slowly, but steadily - my mom's summer dress was slipping off of her articulatio humeri. I turned my fountainhead to observe so quickly that I almost broke my neck.
In fact, the clothes was so far down already that I could see the top of her areolas.
The car came to some turning and as we turned, her dress slipped even further down, completely revealing her delicate, pale bosom. Each one of them was just slightly pocket-size than the size of my head.
They swung and swayed with the motion of the car.

Not sure what to do in a situation like this, I proceeded only to watch. I didn't want to wake and blockade her. And I didn't want this picayune gift I'd received to be covered up either.
But as we kept on driving, I realized that the dress was still slipping off every meter the car turned. It was so far down her eubstance that I could see the shading of her pubic hair.
I had to close my eyes for a second because they were at risk of popping right out of my head.

Nervously looking at mom's sleeping face, I quickly shoved my right hand down my scanty. The amount of fluid in there could have drowned person if they approached unprepared. I was certain that I was going to cum any second, just a minute and I would be finished.
I started fingering myself as quickly, and quietly, as I could. And tough I was really randy, the edge kept moving just beyond reach.
The more my digit played and rubbed and probed and prodded, the More on bound I became, but it's like there was a fence there at the boundary that I couldn't quite get over.

All this clip that I was playing with myself, I kept my eyes fixed on my mom's fork and titty. I could smell out the smell of my own odor everywhere and knew that I couldn't preserve it enshroud. But I also had beneficial reason to wear that my parents didn't know what my sex scent smelled like.
Looking at her bosom, I got the impossibly appealing urge to just quickly reach out and grab them.
I used my left deal to squeeze my own breast, but it just wasn't the same. I squeezed it anyway for a while because it felt nice and was really sensible right field now.
Alright.
Now or never.

I had to do it, because I knew, somewhere thick in my subconscious mind that if I just stroked my mom's mammilla that I would take an amazing sexual climax. My non-subconscious ( unconstipated conscious ) agreed that it was very probably. Holding my breath and hoping that the car wouldn't explode, my hand reached out and softly touched the breast.

To my horror - mom looked down.
"Huh. I see what you're trying to do. But it's down here."
With that she took my hand and moved it down to her vagina. Her pubic whisker was satiny smooth and now that my fingers were stroking it, I realized that lowly drib of ‘ excitement'were everywhere in her pubic hair.
She wanted me to avail her reach an orgasm. Maybe as much as I wanted her to help me gain an orgasm. This seemed, to my thinker, to be a very good placement for both of us.
Both of my helping hand relocated to my mother's body.
Looking into her heart, I slowly put first one, then two fingerbreadth inside of her.
All the patch, her eyes had that joking, mischievous aspect about them. Like we were doing something naughty. And we were.

As my fingers moved slowly in and out, with me putting pressure upwards when inside, I started to class of get a feel for the surrounding surface area of her pitcher's mound. She had a voiced, dark bush around her vulva and so the features weren't fully seeable. But as my fingers went all the way in, my palm rested on her vulva. It was really puffy, soft and strong. Much more pronounced than mine was, and to me it felt really erotic.
I moved my hand in a small, circular motion, petting the kitten - so to speak.
And then she put one finger inside of me. Oh my god. I wasn't prepared for it and just the tactile sensation of her hand pushing the finger in drove chisel me quickly to the edge of the edge. I felt like a sled hammer had knocked down the fencing and I was in disengage fall.

My head, dizzy from the reckless spirit, fell onto her chest, onto her warm bosom. Instinctively, I grabbed a nipple in my backtalk to kiss it and solve it.
I felt the sexual climax build up up. I squeezed my thighs together to continue her hand where it was and - ...

I don't roll in the hay how a great deal meter passed, but I woke up by something pulling on one of my toes.
"It's dinner."mom said, her brass hovering above mine."It's dinner party now. Come on. Get up."
"grape vine memorabilia."I said, confused by the dream I'd been having. I didn't want to accidentally say what I had just been doing in the dream, but I couldn't think of coherent sentences that didn't involve"Fuck me, oh my god, please construct me cum ”.

I paused. Did I say that live on time out loud ? I looked around. Mom was looking at me, waiting for me to get up. Sveta was asleep next to me. Ok, so I had managed to keep back my sassing shut. Thank god.

The sun was almost completely down. Though there was still some kind of sluttish illuminating the exterior, it was clearly dark now.
We lived on the one-sixth level in an apartment in a fairly reputable part of townspeople. Not to say that we haven't lived in our fair ploughshare of shit-holes, after mom separated with dad. trapping in any Capitol is an topic and a vast cluster-fuck, unless it's like … Iceland where caparison is not only available, it's mandate. But the result of us living so far up was that we didn't see the lights from the street lamp down on our street, making nights a bit darker for occupier of upper stories.

"Hey Sveta, get up. There be food."I said, nudging her gently into consciousness.
"Yes, dad."she muttered and kept on sleeping.
"It's me. Linnea. Do I really look old enough to be your Church Father ? I barely even have a beard."I said, not really expecting a answer back.
"No, you look lovely."she said, waking up."I just want to buss you and - ..."she broke off as she noticed that we weren't alone."-… and high-five you. And study with you."
"Uh. Mom knows."I reminded her."But still, we should get up. I didn't expect that we'd fall asleep for so yearn. I kind of feel like we wasted the whole day."
"But it was a good sleep."Svetlana said, smiling.
"I can't argue with that."I agreed, thinking back to my ambition. And boy what a vivid dream that was. Typically, I didn't remember even one percent of what happened to me in my dreams.
It was always something shadowy about me going to get ice emollient, but there was no ketchup at the store so the unhurt day was ruined because what kind of a fool eats ice cream without ketchup ? Nonsense like that.

The food for thought was fried Solanum tuberosum with onions and mushrooms.
"It smells really good."Svetlana said, appreciatively sniffing the air.
"time lag until you taste it. That's when it really picks up in impressiveness."mom said, placing crapulence for all of us on the table."I didn't even burn it."
At world-class when we sat down and started eating, affair were mum. Not entirely awkward, just silent in us being officious shoving food into our mouths.
"So Svetlana."mom said eventually."How are you doing at schooling ? I hear that you are a drudge, is that right ?"I was sure she said that intentionally to get under my skin.
"Ehm … not exactly. I study programing with focal point on assembly systems. Not very brassy, unfortunately. Everyone keeps asking me if I make phone apps."Sveta laughed, patting her chest abscentmindedly.
"But can you hack into cant and so on ?"mom asked, persisting with the hacker thing.
"I mean. No but yeah. Maybe. It depends. Depends on the bank, and on what you want to achieve. I mean, technically - you don't need to recognise programing to slip from a banking concern, you could just steal soul's banking company card, couldn't you ?"
"But you'd need to know their pin."
"Yeah, but say you watch them enter their pin."
"goodness point, I guess."mom conceded."So, how did you two love birds actually meet ?"
Sveta seemed to wrench slightly more red at the question.
"Our classes work together a lot."I said."portion of being a digital creative person it being able to change metrics, you know - numbers and statistics - into well-fixed to translate, visual mental representation. We had a course together called ‘ visual code'and she was my oeuvre partner."
"And I guess that's when matter got really heated between the two of you ?"mom asked, raising one eye-brow as though she found that punishing to believe.
"What ? You met dad in high-school. How is that any More conquer ?"I asked, indignant.
"We were at his place and performing tag. Our regulation were that since he was faster, he couldn't use his bridge player to tag me, so he had to use his penis."
"Whaaat."I exclaimed, as Sveta laughed nervously."Nooo. No. That's not true."
"It's completely true. I was wearing a strap-on we had found in his parents'room."mom said, reminiscing."To make up it more even. Although I had some duration reward with it."
"No way. So he was running around the house, tagging things with his … thing ?"
"With his dongle, yes."mom confirmed."He was still pretty immediate with it."
"I have no words."
Sveta had just given up at this full point and was laughing into her cup of pepsi. Yes. We're a Pepsi sept. I like the patrician colour.

"That's not how we met."Sveta said finally, indicating me and her.
"How long have you known that you were homosexual ?"mom asked, letting the query halt open for either of us to answer.
"Always."Sveta replied."Even when I was younger, I thought that the Barbie wench I was playing with were ..."
"Like tiptop hot."I finished the conviction for her."They have some really perky tits. No sag what so ever."
Sveta just blushed.
"And you ?"mom looked at me.
"We were over this earlier."I reminded her."Probably when I met Sveta, I think."I said, neglecting to observe that time her derriere looked into my soul."But thinking back, there were just small things that now seem like pretty obvious clue. I think the problem is that I've never really been ‘ into'anyone before."
"You've never had a boyfriend ?"Sveta asked curiously.
"No. I mean, all the friends I've had in primary and high school schooltime were more or less … what is a nicer word for imbecile ? We all were. None of us really focused on anything former than just making noise, now that I think back to my prison term at school. Thinking back, I feel like I'm an entirely different individual now."
"You're still my sister girl."mom reassured me."But yeah, you did settle down down a lot in the last three years."
"How about you ?"I asked Sveta.
"No. I've always been too shy to talk about who I liked. And never really had the opportunity to be with the missy I was interest in. I was actually hoping that it would be different at university, and it really is. Everyone is so much Thomas More … sober. I thought I would care it more like this, where everyone are just focused on their oeuvre. But I feel now that masses are actually trying to make for themselves to death."
"Seriously ?"I asked, considering the musical theme."In my class, they have basically daily ‘ beer Fri ’. It started as a Friday thing, but their concept of ‘ friday'isn't very clear. Fri is more a state of mind than a particular day."
"wellspring. You guys are artists after all."Sveta laughed.
"So do your division partner know about you two ?"mom asked.
"No. I don't think so. But I don't think they care either."I said.
"We've … kind of been very discreet until now."Sveta confirmed."I'm happy that you are so nice about it."she added to my mom.
"well, I can't say that I've never wanted to try the sweet-smelling taste of peaches."mom said, leaning back and taking a sip from her glass."To wander amongst the cerise blossoms. To tip toe through the tulips. To motorboat the seas. It would be hypocritical of me to be against it."
"So you are ..."Sveta started the sentence, but then caught herself and couldn't think of a good way to end it.

This reminded me of something. Earlier today when I was talking to mom, she said that her outset - first - memory of being occupy in a woman was when she was XIV with her mom, my grandma.
"Oh yeah."I said, raising a finger's breadth for attention."You told me about the first time. But if that was the first, does it stand for that there were other times ?"
"What was the first metre ?"asked Sveta, curiously.
"Oh, I was immature and I just mistook Hilary Clinton for handbill Sir James Murray. Had a cover girl afternoon with that."mom waved Sveta's question away."The sec fourth dimension ? The sec meter was when I was already married to your dad actually."
"Bill Murray ?"asked Sveta, still hanging onto her question.
"With my dad ?"I asked.
"Ok. You two nosy shits get into the living room and I'll bring a bottle of wine, got it ?"mom asked, pointing at us, probably measuring our reaction.
"We get to drink in ?"I asked, incredulous."Won't that lead to a cripple cocaine dependence later on in life ?"
"Yes, but if you're smart, you can make water some good money selling drugs, or so I hear."mom replied."You OK with that, Svetlana, or do you want some coffee, tea or something instead ?"
"No, I'm okay … if it's ok with you."she replied, her centre really big from either surprisal or exhilaration."I don't creative thinker. But I'd rather you didn't tell my parents about any of this. They can be a bit difficult."
"So I noticed."mom said."What stays in Vegas, comes to Vegas."
"You mean ‘ what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas ’."
"Don't try and be clever with me."mom snapped back, but clearly jokingly.

As we made ourselves comfy in the support room mom brought us all glasses of wine-coloured. We actually had a set of really fancy-looking vino chalk from the thirties. They were octagonal, with each side having a partiality, lace-like pattern molded in the methamphetamine. I wasn't sure as to how it was made exactly, but it looked really exquisite.
"So the mo time."mom said, taking a small sip of wine-colored."Actually not very shake up. But considerably than the first one. I was in my tertiary year of university and we were all sent out as interns at different hospital. So I was an interne at the internal hospital, here in Copenhagen. Doing some MRI CAT scan. Helping out over at ER. And another one of the girls that was there with me from my class - well, she eventually dropped out because she realized that even though she liked medicine and science, she hated the actual patients."mom laughed at that."I guess it's honorable that she was at least dependable about it, but still.

So one day went to her place to get a couple of drinks and just chat. We were supposed to be a bigger group, but there was some problem with the shifts and the people that we were supposed to meet ended up having to require different shifts. Happens all the bally fourth dimension. The administration is run by a random numbers source, so it's a bit messy.

So we get to her place from work. Instead of going out, we figure - hey. Why not expend some time just here, sitting and watching TV and talking bull about other citizenry ?
So she goes to commute into some comfy clothes. And she's not shy at all around me, her tits are all over the station. Swinging around, going over to change this, do that, pickaxe that up. I'm standing there watching as she almost intentionally stretches to stray down her stockings, and reach something from a top shelf."

Suddenly mom laughed.
"What ?"I asked, curious.
"You two should see your faces. It's like dogs, pressed up against the window of a cat factory."
Sveta turned her face away, going really red.
"Don't be embarrassed, Sveta."I say."Listen, mom does this. She really, really wants to be cool with the kids. You can't let her see that she gets to you, you'll only encourage her."
"But you were basically salivating."mom said, intentionally emphasizing the Logos ‘ salivating ’.
"Yeah, I was salivating because I was listening to a juicy story. There were tits everywhere, you said."I answered, laughing."Go on, what did the teat do ?"

"Like I said, it's not a very exciting account. But you were wondering whether I've ever been with another woman more intimately, and the resolution is no. We didn't go against down, spending the night kissing each other."mom shook her head.
"Is that what you think we do ?"I laughed at the idea. Just clamped onto each other like vacuums.
"I'm not a five year old."mom scoffed."I understand the canonic concept of eating someone out."After a shortsighted pause she added :"Oh don't aspect shocked. Do you seriously think that I don't know the fundamentals of lesbian sex ? come on. I know the staple of gay guy sex too, but there's not chance of me being a gay man."
"Well, given what we learned today it wouldn't be too shocking."I countered.

I was feeling oddly comfortable talking about sex and sex in this company. And I could tell by the unbend posture of Sveta that she was comfortable too.

"So Sveta. What was your first meter ?"mom asked.
"You don't have to answer."I said quickly.
But after a second of persuasion, she smiled and nodded."No, it's fine. first base time that I thought of a woman in a sexual way, or start time I was with a adult female ?"
"Oh, so you've had early women before !"I exclaimed, partly in mock-outrage and partly in genuine surprisal."So when did you fall behind your virginity ?"
"fountainhead. I've never had penetrating sex."Sveta replied, looking at us wonderingly."I'm not sure on how the ‘ virginity'switch whole works, but I was under the imprint that you needed to be penetrated, right ? Something about the hymen ?"
"But no, because wouldn't your fingers suffice then ? Like, what's the remainder ?"I objected. I wasn't entirely for certain on how this unanimous hymen thing worked.
"A maidenhead isn't a paries somewhere inside of your vagina."mom sighed."It's like a muscularity or membrane on the face of your vagina's entryway. Like the supports of a threshold. The ‘ breaking'of the hymen is just stretching your vagina astray enough for it to bust. If that sounds like a not very authentic way of telling virginity then you're right. It's not."
"waiting. I thought it was on the inside."I said, unconsciously massaging my private parts."Like … at the depth of a penis length."saying that out loud made it sound really stupid, I realized.
"No such thing."mom shook her caput."I don't actually why the world thinks that there is some variety of a ‘ shower cap'inside of us. So actually, yes. It's possible that if you only use fingers that you won't tear your maidenhead. But it's also possible for it to mend up again when torn. Like I said, it has null to do with virginity."
"Well. Then when do you stop being a virgin ?"Sveta asked.
"I've no idea."mom replied."It used to be pretty simple. If you've had a penis interior of your vagina then you were no longer a virgin. Technically, maybe you two will persist virgins forever, who knows ?"
While I pondered this idea, Sveta went on with her story.
"So the first-class honours degree time I thought of a woman in a sexual way was actually my Danish teacher in unproblematic schoolhouse. I thought that she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Though at the time, I was maybe ten or so.
I remember fantasizing about her … ravaging me-…"Sveta began to blush"-… just taking me and making love to me. I remember not even knowing what she would do to me. Just that we would kiss and it would finger good."she laughed at herself."I've upgraded my mental imagery since."
"I can imagine. How Cy Young were you when you were with a woman for the first time ?"I asked her.
"I'll tell you. But this has to stay in this way and never leave it, ok ?"she said, making sure that both me and mom nodded before going on. She took a big gulp of wine."Last class our altogether syndicate went on vacation to Mallorca. It's this really popular tourer island in Spain.
So we had three hotel rooms. One for me and my full cousin. One for mom and her sister. One for dad and my mom's baby's husband."
Both me and mom instantly went"Oooh."
"No, you both are jumping ahead."she shushed us by waving her mitt."My cousin is this really hard-core Moslem, she is needlessly strict when it comes to the Quran. Just a pain in the ass to live with. I wouldn't touch her even if we weren't related.

What happened was - one cockcrow she got fed up with trying to wake me up, and left for breakfast on her own. During the time she was gone I started waking up. And I felt a bit … you know. I was a bit hornlike. So I started touching myself. I let the covers slip off and I just lay there, enjoying myself. And then I nearly had a heart attack.
Apparently between the metre that my full cousin left and I started touching myself, the cleaning maid had come into the room. She had probably not seen that I was still there because I was buried under the blankets.
So she is looking at me like a deer in the head-lights. I am looking at her like she threw a bucket of cold water supply at me. And we just stare at each early for what flavour like … I don't like to hyperbolise, but it was definitely at least a c years.
Then I moved. What I did was I removed my hand away from my … uhm …"
"Vagina ?"mom prompted.
"Yes, my vagina. And I placed it on the bed next to me, because I meant to get up. Like, push myself off of the bed. But. The way it must give birth looked to her was that I basically spread myself for her now. Like I was inviting her.
And - for some reasonableness - she must have thought ‘ Yeah, alright. I've got sentence for this ’."
Mom burst out laughing.
"time lag, so you had sex with the hotel housemaid ?"I asked, genuinely surprised at this.
"I know. It's not very romantic. But I've heard a lot of ‘ first fourth dimension'tarradiddle online, about how it's sometimes painful or difficult for the first time. And it seems that my start time was well above average.
All we did was - she came closer to me and then positioned herself on top of me, like you would see womanhood sit on a man's … penis."
"Dongle."mom corrected her.
"Yes, the dongle."Sveta laughed."But she sat a bit lower on my stage, so that she could put her fingers inside of me. And then she swayed on top of me in time with her fingers moving in and out of me.
But I was really still at first, because I wasn't expecting this to pass off. It was like one of my fantasies, but in real life. I wasn't sure enough what to do, what to grab. Like, would it be rude of me to just catch her chest then and there ? In retrospect, I should possess. But I was just waiting for cues from her.
After a while she actually paused and pulled up her dress wench. She was wearing one of those black uniforms with skirts instead of trousers, you know what I mean ? Like trajectory attendants wear.
She pulled the skirt up, and I moved my bridge player directly to her privates. I wasn't even thinking."Sveta paused at this pointedness to drink some more wine."It's actually interesting, now that I think back to the effect, that she was already soaking wet when I put my hand inside of her pantie. I wonder what she had been doing in our privy. I don't think she was just cleaning it."Sveta laughed.
"Thank you for those details."I said, feeling very hot and basically chugging wine.
"Did you see her again ?"mom asked, leaning her head to the side.
"Well. Every time I saw her after that, we kind of … winked at each other. Or smiled. But no, we didn't do anything else."Sveta shook her school principal, squinting, seemingly trying to think a class back in time.
"And how was your first sentence ?"mom turned to me.
"You want to know my initiative clip ?"I asked, exchanging an embarrassed look with Sveta.
"Yeah. Now that we're all sharing."
Oh boy. I had to let in that I was really excited to babble out about it, especially since Sveta and I hadn't really talked too much about it. We've mostly just been doing affirmation. Like"Yes, we did that ! ”. Rather than sit down and hash out it.

"number one time was on the bus."I said."We took the bus together, late in the evening one day. Literally no one but us and the device driver was on board."
"Oh, that's in good order !"Sveta exclaimed."I'd forgotten about that one. I can't believe we did it there."
"What did you do exactly ?"mom said, her oculus timid, as though she thought we publicly urinated or something.
"Nothing big. But it was at the start of that week, if I don't misremember, that we had for the first time talked about being More than just booster. And we would take every potential chance for a kiss. And we still do !"I winked at Sveta with a smile.
"Then do it now !"mom said."I'll cheer you on, like a personal … you know how people have personal attorney or escort ? I'll be your personal cheerleader !"
"That's … bizarre, don't do that."I said, trying to make believe her sit back down.
But she stood up and did a little saltation while saying"spring me a K ! cave in me an I ! Give me an S ! And another S ! give way me a kiss !"
While I was trying to hide, Sveta moved closer to me and gave me, what was to engagement, the most animal osculation we'd ever shared.
For a suddenly moment, I completely forgot everything that was going on. Our tongues met, our lip closed, and I felt our spittle mixing inside. It was wet and a bit sloppy actually, but her scent was so powerful and her soundbox was radiating so much heat that it completely overwhelmed my senses.
As our kiss went on, I realized that our hands were roaming around, touching our bodies.
Gently I grasped Sveta's wrists and, smiling slightly, pulled away from the kiss.

"Cheerleading does form a difference."I said."That one was pretty good."
"That one was amazing."Sveta corrected me with a satisfied smile.
"I never knew I had an inside athlete."mom grinned, looking at the two of us."Maybe I should take up cheerleading ?"
"Let's not do things."I sighed. The wine-coloured decided that this specific sentence didn't need any Thomas More work.
"We spent that stallion bus ride kissing."Sveta said, holding my hand tightly to her chest in her own hand."I am sure that the bus driver saw us kissing, by the way. But after the foremost two point, with no one getting on the bus, Linnea started to affect her script along my inner thigh. Like - all the way up to here-…"Sveta marked a argument from her lower thigh all the way up into her crotch.
"In my DoD, I didn't even know that we were the entirely people on the bus at that point. I was just thrilled that this was happening. My hands wanted to go everywhere, under your tee shirt, into your drawers. You know that joke - where when person posts a ikon of an octopus, someone else always writers ‘ I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going'? It was form of like that, I was the octopus. Just hands everywhere."
"Nooo."Sveta said, shaking her head."It wasn't like that at all. You really fixated on my vagina and breasts, but I was the one running my hands everywhere."

"Let's just say that we weren't really controlling our hands to any important degree."I said, a bit storm at her comment."The thing is that Sveta smells really nice. So that when we were kissing - I sort of had trouble paying attention to what I was doing specifically. I just knew the general direction that I wanted us to go in."
I moved in and kissed Sveta again to experience that fragrance.
"See what I mean ?"I said, when I pulled back again.
Both mom and Sveta burst out laughing.
"What ?"I asked, confused. My brain not realizing that they wouldn't experience how I thought that Sveta smelled from me smelling her.
"I've never kissed her, I wouldn't know."mom said, still laughing, but I felt something change in Sveta's posture.
"Oooh."I said, looking at the two of them."I know what to do."
"No."mom said, realizing what I wanted.
"But no, time lag. Remember, all roadstead lead to Vegas. And you're the only one here who hasn't kissed a real, true woman."I persisted.
"Are you sure ?"Sveta asked, hesitantly but not reluctantly."And it's what Stays in Vega- ..."
"It's only fair."I interrupted her. I looked at my drinking glass of wine. It was full. I thought back to how many times it had been full this night. And then to how many times it had been empty. The feeding bottle of wine-coloured on the tabular array was vacuous. I just haven't been paying attention to the fact that it had been magically refilling itself.

I wondered to myself whether this was drunk me talking, or whether I was actually thinking - on my own terms - that this was a really good idea.
I decided to err on the side of meat of caution and take on that it was my estimation, and not the alcohol talking. Since I am more reliable than the alcoholic drink, it would make water sensation that I would have this great idea.

acerate leaf to say, drunk me was an idiot. Then again, I can't really speak too many congratulations of the sober me either.

"Yes. You should totally kiss."I added as moment of silence passed, with mom and Sveta looking first at each other, and then at me."I would love for us all to have this inscrutable connector, you know ?"
With that, mom sat herself down on my right-hand side, as Sveta was sitting on my left.
She took Sveta's hired man into her own and leaned forward, inviting Sveta to strike in as well.
Sveta took the tinge and their lips met right in front of my eyes.

Sveta put her helping hand gently on my mom's face. I watched as their oral fissure worked, softly, smoothly moving, massaging each early's knife. And after a dyad of core cadence, they pulled away.
And as they pulled away from each other, they looked nothing early than absolutely radiant.
They were both flushed and Sveta was slightly flustered.
Then mom suddenly laughed out loud and me and Sveta joined in. It wasn't really a"Haha, that's queer"laugh. It was more a laugh of stand-in, of tension easing.

I put my arms around them both, going around their shank. And they both sat down on either side of me. Sveta leaned into me and gave me a lot on the lips.
"This is really nice."she said, resting her head on my shoulder.
"I agree."my mom said, leaning into me from the early side.
"Aren't we all chummy."I said, almost to myself. Something was going through my point. Something that wasn't really awful, but still difficult to think about. Something that felt a lot like ‘ I want to have sex with my mother ’.
"What's up ?"Sveta asked.
"No … it's nothing."I said slowly, my brain feel muddy and unfocused.
"You can tell us. I think, after what we've said and done today, you can say anything really."mom said, finishing off her glass of wine-coloured."Wouldn't be clean if we stopped here."
"No, it wouldn't be fair."I agreed."But … I don't want to make this really weird right now."
"I think we're past that."Sveta said. She was slowly sliding down into the easy astuteness of the frame. Like she was trying to relax harder with every second.
"It's just that I really like you."I said to Sveta."Like, I really, genuinely want to be with you and birth you in my life."
"That's sweet."my mom said in an uncharacteristically high-pitched voice.
"And I want to be with you !"Sveta exclaimed, raising her nous."Forever. You can have me."
"Ok, cool but melodramatic."I said, but I couldn't stop my face splitting in a Brobdingnagian smile at that.
"So what did you want to say ?"she asked.
"Right."I felt that show was a lot better than William Tell in this situation.
So I decided to show them what I wanted to do. I stood up and took off my blouse. They were both watching me carefully, observing the direction in which I was steering this ship.
I put the blouse in a careful heap on the floor somewhere behind me.
Then I unclasped my bra. I felt, rather than heard, their uptake of breath.

My breasts weren't that big, B-cups, but they had a nice Ameiurus Melas and resoluteness to them that I liked personally.
I dropped the bra behind me as well.
Then I went to unbutton my jeans and mom let out an"Oooh. ”. A kind of infringe"Oooh"that I agreed with whole heartedly.
I took my jeans off and added them to the pile on the floor. My filing system required a bit of body of work, but I figured I'd find all the clothes later one way or another.
For a abbreviated moment I stood there, watching them both. Then I approached Sveta and put my manpower on her thighs. I parted her thighs and went in to kiss her. I kissed her as passionately as we had kissed before, this time sparks flying everywhere, our nose brushing against eachother, us breathing heavily.
But after a bit I rose back up. I looked my mom straight in the oculus and I went to put my custody on her thighs.
"Oh, honey - let's not do this."she said, but with absolutely zero conviction.
"But I think we should."I said, and kissed her on the lips."I really feel it's the right thing."

Gently I moved my face closer to hers. My lips landed softly on hers and after the initial contact, I let my lingua move into her backtalk, going between her lips.
At beginning she was quiet. She let it happen but seemed to not need to advance me. And then suddenly she grabbed me with both her arms and pulled me into her. She hugged me closely to her and kissed me deeply and passionately.
Her spit and mine played, or well - they sort of flopped, around in our mouths. She tasted of wine and smelled of her regular shampoo and something else, something that must have been her own, natural olfactory property.
Her deal were on my ass, massaging my rump cheeks and she was making small-scale, indulgent moans.
After a few pith beats, I pulled away. I felt like I had just been in an explosion, still slightly shell-shocked.
"I hate to interrupt."Sveta said."But that was so hot. Have you two … you know …"
Mom and I paused, waiting for her to finish the sentence.
"Have you two done anything with each former before ?"she asked finally.
I moved off of mom and sat myself on top of Sveta.
"No. Never."I said.
Mom moved herself closer so that she could sit flop next to Sveta and without being prompted gave a really wet buss to Sveta, at the same time as I lifted Sveta's t-shirt over her head.
"We've never even talked about sex in general before today."mom added."I feel like I'm such a bad mother."She moved her head up until it was chest-height to me and kissed my impart boob. Not just the pap, she sucked in a crew of breast-flesh in her mouth and kissed it, licking it and massaging it with her work force."I really should have done this sooner."
Sveta more or less ripped her jeans off of her, she was so charge that she somehow managed to fling them off of her in the position that she was sitting in, with my mother's tit hanging just above her face, brushing her nose.
With no hesitation she put her hand under mom's blouse and rubbed them, making mom sacrifice off a slight moan in surprise.

In all of this I had over-estimated just how practically control I had. As mom went back to osculate Sveta, I started grinding my vagina on Sveta's thigh, massaging her chest with my hands as I moved up and down. And the bizarre, highly sexual reality of the position suddenly struck me. I couldn't stop myself.
"Oh … my god."I whispered as I came. I used Sveta's breasts as purchase to maintain myself steady, as the orgasmic wave drowned me in deafening pleasure."sanctum bull. holy fuck."I breathed deeply, falling onto the couch, on Sveta's left-hand side.
And as I got off of Sveta, I saw mom sit herself on top of Sveta.
Mom's blouse had been removed and Sveta's face was justly between mom's tit. Though they had a bit of sag, they still looked astonishing, being roughly twice the size of it of my own and still pretty chirpy, though really soft.
I saw Sveta's hand quickly fingering her own vagina, her pantie shifted to the side, giving me a peachy view of her glistening wetness.
Looking first at me, and then back to Sveta, mom unbuttoned her own denim and removed them. Then she slowly moved her self up, letting Sveta's knocker brush against her stomach. And stopped when her vagina, covered by her scanty, was in good order in front of Sveta's face.
Sveta needed no prompt for this. She moved her face right into mom's genitals, but then she did something that I hadn't seen before. Sveta covered mom's vulva with her whole mouth and softly breathed on it. The heat of Sveta's breath made mom squirm and moan in pleasure.

As Sveta moved aside mom's panties, she instantly started sucking and licking the labia, working her way around the vulva, digging for the clit.
Being a team musician, and having calmed down after my orgasm, I moved down to the trading floor and positioned myself right in front of Sveta, between her wooden leg. Since her mitt were now busy working my mom, I decided to help her out.
I tried to do the affair that she had done, so at initiative moved her panties back to continue her wet vagina. Then I put my mouthpiece over her vulva, so that it was completely covered. For a second I had the image of me putting a burger into my oral cavity. And then I let out a slow, quick breathing space onto her vagina.
Sveta squirmed and laughed."That feels amazing !"she exclaimed.
"No, don't stop !"mom whined instantly, taking Sveta's head and placing her backtalk back to bring on mom's vagina.
I took off Sveta's step-in completely and put my mouth back where it had been, but this metre without taking all of the vulva in.
Sveta had never shaved her pubic tomentum, so to fancy out where to go I let my tongue roam her slit, investigating the labia, testing to see how the folds were placed and how big or pocket-sized they were.
I had done this with her once before, and she had later commented that she had really enjoyed how I payed attention to every section of her vagina.
This time I decided not to hold up too long. I used my hands to scatter her vagina apart and instantly spotted her clit. It was swollen and ready for a really good time. I was set to pass on it that.

Somewhere above me, I heard mom having a pretty good time as well, as she suddenly started moaning at full volume.
"Oh my god. Oh yes. Oh god yes."she kept repeating over and over.
Suddenly Sveta's thigh came together and held my head teacher between her legs steady. I realized that she was about to cum and cull up the focal ratio, adding pressure with my tongue as I quickly licked and massaged the clit in my mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah !"I heard mom scream, as from the other end, I heard Sveta moaning incoherently into mom's vagina.
Suddenly Sveta's legs opened and she put a protective deal over her mound.
"Oh my god ! Oh my god ! Holy molly !"I heard Sveta moan, as mom's naked consistency collapsed right next to her.
Their raw bodies looked beautiful together, and the smell of sex in the way made me feel incredibly horny.
I put one finger into Sveta's vagina and then licked it, grinning at her.
"Holy molly ?"I snickered.
In response, she bent down and kissed me on the brim, pointedly licking and sucking on my tongue.
As soon as she pulled away, mom's face appeared out of nowhere and kissed me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, with a lot of saliva being exchanged. I sucked on her tongue and we ‘ lap'each other inside.
As she pulled away, as small track off saliva boulder clay hung on. My mighty paw was fingering my vagina and I sat myself back on Sveta's thigh. They both looked at me as I kept masturbating myself in front of them.
Mom's right handwriting reached out to stroke me. Just me generally, stroking my breasts, my men, my ass, my vagina.
observance all of this, Sveta slowly started to rub her vagina, almost absentmindedly.
My breathing was getting grave and heavier. I felt the orgasm building inside of me like a kettle on the brink of boiling, with the water beginning to rumble.
Mom was there to confirm me, one of her hands rubbing my vagina from behind, between my legs. She was almost touching my asshole with her ovolo. Her other hand was massaging my breasts.
I felt really powerful pressure from deep inside of me and suddenly …
"Aaah ..."I came so intemperate that I lost my proportionality and slumped forward, my head teacher buried in the lounge, with the sleep of my body resting on Sveta.

The last thing I heard before drifting into restful slumber was :"Well that was quite a night."
I wasn't sure who said it. But I agreed. Whole heartedly .