Chapter 1

I never thought that something like this would even hap. I mean - there are some cheesy, unbelievable romance novels and sitcoms that have some pretty"nutty"situations. But I have never actually heard of or seen anything like the situation I am in properly now.

I don't know where to start. So I'll just start from where my head is at compensate now.

"Aww, Liny, you know you can tell me anything."my mother said, after a long minute of secrecy.
I had told her that I wanted to order her something of import. But then completely lost all power 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 form of way.
"Since your sixteenth birthday you've more or less intercept looking for my approving. Why starting signal now ?"
"Because this is important."
"For heaven's saki miss, if you don't recite me then I'll assume you're pregnant and send you off to live with your grandfather."mom said in exasperation. She wasn't a very affected role somebody. Maybe ironic for a radiologist - since she sees patient role every day, but still.

"Ok. Mom. You know Sveta ? Svetlana, a girl that I go to uni with ?"
"Sure. The girlfriend with the Russian public figure but the Arabic parents."mom said, frowning in an crusade to think."I think you said at some point that she was a hacker or something ?"
"No. No, she field of study programing. Programing students and digital art students work together a lot at school, that's how we met."
"But isn't programing hacking ?"mom asked, trying to commemorate what she saw on the news that one sentence about that one hacker.
"Don't worry about it. She's not a hacker, confidence me."I said, somewhat impatiently. I was not going to go down the rabbit cakehole of explaining technological language to mom right now.
"So what about her ?"
"Well. This april she had asked me to conjoin her for a hike. It was pretty lengthy, we walked twenty kilometers in murderous heat. When we came home, we decided to consume a shower and watch some movies."

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

I had a Wyrd, integrate feel of both dropping a monolithic bomb, but also a flavor that the bomb landed on a soft, fluffy cloud and just fell asleep. Like I was in jar over saying the words 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 think of that you are fully gay woman ? Or only that you are in a relationship with this fille specifically ?"
I had to pause and think about that one. I wasn't really sure. I wasn't really sure whether I even knew or not.
"How would I know ?"I asked before I could stop myself."Like … I like her a lot. We hang out and have a lot in commons. I mean, all the prerequisites for us being together are there. It's just that we both … wear bras."

"well. Do you bump early women sexually attractive ?"mom asked, far too casually in my opinion.
"Mom ! No. No. All I wanted to evidence you ..."
"Listen. If you are in love with another woman, that's perfectly fine. But as your mother, I still would wish to know these things. I would ask you like doubt if it was a man you were seeing."she said simply."That entirely ‘ gays are icky'matter is pretty old, I think. It's shoal to be upset by what other mass are attracted to. Unless it's national socialist memorabilia, I would stay away from that."
"What ..."
"My stop is, we've never really had this lecture. About young lady and boys, vaginas and phallus. And judging by how worried you were about telling me this, I think that I screwed up. If I had talked to you sooner, you would induce known not to vex about telling me this."

I thought about it. It made sense. My full biography, I've always sort of assumed that mom was asexual or something like that. Like sex was her cryptonite. Which obviously makes no horse sense, since she has two Thomas Kid. 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 Son and unconsciously making indistinct randomness."Let's play a game. I will ask you one enquiry about you. And you, if you'd like, can ask a interrogation about me. That way, we'll know where exactly we stand on everything."
That sounded like a really freak out shivery game, if I was to be good. 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 interview. want snacks ?"
"What snacks do you have got ?"
"Uhm. wellspring. Grapes. And bananas. And oranges."mom said."I'm lighting on Cash this month, so I had to go with the industrial plant snacks."she added, a bit apologetically.
"I mean. Everyone loves grapes."
"That's so on-key ! A patty. Made out of watermelon flesh, but filled with grapevine and razz. Just having that in my imaginativeness makes me desire to ..."she made a violent, crushing motion."I would bust up that thing so hard."
"Mom, you're going into voguish teen slang a bit too hard."I criticized."It's expected of adult to keep a more … filtered vernacular."
"semen 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 great at being just mom."
There was a short silence.
"That is so sweet."I finally heard mom say, with her backbone to me as she was pouring umber."But still. Do you use facebooks or anything ? It's surprisingly useful."

She walked over to the sofa - by the way, I had relocated to the lounge during our conversation - and handed me my cup of coffee tree.
"Don't get off topic."I said. I was actually tidal bore to ask her my question, now that I'd thinking of a good one."My question is - are you attracted to women ? Like, any one woman ever ?"
Mom looked surprised at the question. She paused for thinking, her eyes looking out the window.
"Yes."she said finally."Weird, isn't it ? My query !"
"But wait ..."
"Are you sexually attracted to all charwoman, or just Svetlana ?"
I sighed and tried to explicate an answer.
"So I think that I kinda have to use the process of excretion. Meaning I have to ask myself the question - am I attracted to men ? And the resolution is no. I remember actually being in school, wondering why all those flashy girls would hang 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 least. 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 close up instead.

"Interesting."mom replied, keeping her poker face."Your turn."
"Who was the fair sex ?"
"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 Walt Disney line ?"
"No, don't be mean, she's a squeamish girl !"mom exclaimed, but then let out a laugh."But yes. I think - anyone I could shell in a fight I like. Because then I just could beat them into bed."
"No. Mom, no, that's bad. Don't say that."I covered my mouth with my hand in an almost funny manifestation of surprise.
"What ? It's my phantasy. I'll be damned if I let mortal walk away in my illusion just because they're ‘ not feeling well ’."she shrugged.
"You know. Teenagers typically don't like to mouth to their parents about sexuality because they are scared of what they might find. This is a perfect model of what we fear to discover."
"You know I was just joking."mom said, smiling."You really want to make out who my get-go woman that I was attracted to was ?"
"Yes. And how old were you ?"
Mom was mute, but no longer smiling.
"I see why it was hard for you to mouth to me about this."she finally said."It's not not gentle for me either."
"Aww, mom, you know that you can secern me anything."I replied, putting my hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, but this gets complicated."she shook her head."You asked how old I was at the time. I will say you who she was, but also keep in mind that I was fourteen at the time."
I nodded and she went on.

"When I was fourteen, my father had this theme of taking the whole family on a vacation in Italy. So we traveled through Germany and Switzerland, the whole thing took three Clarence Shepard Day Jr., back then not all of the roadstead were large state highway, so we had to study some side itinerary as well. And this was pre-smart headphone era, so I didn't have to choice to just look on cat videos the whole trip.

Me, mom and your uncle, Enam, were taking turns sitting in the look behind. We would switch at every privy break. So this time, Enam was sitting in the front 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 get wind where this was going."… so it was a rainy day, but pretty nice for us, the rider. My dad would swear and mussitate about the rainwater and about the terrible drive acquisition of all the early drivers.

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

So. That was the first clip I fantasized about a woman. My dear, old mum."
I only realized that my mouth had been unfold when I closed it with an audible chink of my teeth.
"Wow. Grandma ?"
"Yes."mom laughed."I'll remind you that I was both fourteen and it was a really long car drive."

When mom had initially said that her tarradiddle was complicated, I had sorting 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 problem. As I was about to say -"Well mom, I at to the lowest degree want you to recognise that I've never thought of you that way."- a retention surfaced in my mind. A abominable and pleasurable memory all at once. It was a remembering of me sitting on the floor, pretending to understand something on my sound, all the patch I was watching mom as she slept on the lounge in nada but a tee shirt and panties. He butt was hanging off of the edge of the lounge. The sunlight seemed to playfully dance across her exposed skin. And I just couldn't take my eyes away. Looking at that coffin nail was like looking at the occult seat of Anglesey Island Lisa.

"You're wondering, aren't you ?"I asked mom finally."Whether I've had a standardised ‘ moment'?"
"Yes. But if you can't or won't secernate me, that's exquisitely. I don't need to know either way. I just want you to empathize, with my little story, that it's perfectly natural to be attracted to many, many different things. Just abide away from German 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 damn commercial."mom laughed."There is a starving, African kid - no specific country, just ‘ Africa ’. The country of Africa. The ecumenical arena of Africa. Anyway, the kid is underweight and over the footage of that kid, a voice says ‘ No one deserves to mature up without a father ’. And for some understanding, Maria, a co-worker, when that commercial message came on, she added to it :
‘ No one deserves to grow up without a father. Unless you are Der Fuhrer ’.
It made me laugh so much. Now I can't get it out of my head."
"I'm … gladiolus that orphan in Africa makes you happy."I said, not really believing the words that were coming out of my mouth.
"Aww, you teenager are such prude ! In my day, we could talk and laughter about anything ! Because everything was terrible ! Have you seen the television sets from the nineties and mid-eighties ? They are criminally awful. I can't believe I used to view them all the fourth dimension. How could I even tell what was going on ?"

We fell silent and just sipped our coffee for a while.
"spirit's weird."I commented after it became apparent that we weren't playing the plot any more.
"Oh, it gets really weird."mom agreed."One of our headman of staff left their station last month. Apparently they had been sending weekly electronic mail to the government's official ‘ contact us'email address with increasingly disturbed conspiracy theories about what was going on in the hospital.

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

"Weird."I agreed."There was this one clip ..."I stopped. I was about to tell her about me mentation of her butt at dark while I played with myself. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. I decided to call it quits for today."There was this one time I had a really nice conversation with my mom about all variety. But I think I'm gon na go and receive a nap."
"Don't nap too arduous, 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 nursing home. Since I live in Copenhagen, I have the luxury of not requiring to live in any kind of a student residence. Our public transport arrangement is punctual to within two minutes to the mug. In fact, populace transport inspectors track lateness of buses. If a bus fails to leave the origination station at its specify time, the bus company gets a fine. If the bus is the late to other stoppage within a certain windowpane, they also get a fine. There's a lot of incentive to keep the public conveyance scheme running well-oiled in Copenhagen.

I'm not surely why I decided to evidence the taradiddle from that point. I guess that's where all of the wild thing had started.
As you can distinguish, mom and I get along pretty outstanding. The only combat we had in recent memory was about our personal smarting telephone preference. Mom likes the shiny, Samsung I. But I have a blackberry bush. 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 mind. I know what it sounds like. I don't like it any more than you do. But this is where we're at.
When I got to my 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 severalize our parents this weekend - this was a sunday 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 matter to her at all. I think it would be no problem for you to come and visit tomorrow. We can hang and everything."
"And your dad ?"
"Still not living with us. They've been separated for geezerhood, they don't do societal visit 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 good opportunity. We had a diminished problem."
"What variety of problem ?"
"We had a row again. It's that old line about ‘ computer plot ’. Like my programing family are just biz to me. My parents are back asswards in their mindset. They don't even believe in electric machine. I love them. But I also wish I could just severalise them to get fucked."

I'd heard this before. Svetlana's family was that variety of phratry that when someone asked you"So how's your mob ?"you would reply"fountainhead, you know. You pick your protagonist, not your house ”.
import that almost masses would never pluck this family for anything. They cared a lot about Sveta. But also had no estimation what they were doing, or so it seemed to me. In Al-Iraq, her dad had worked as a navigational manager for a local transportation party. Local to Bagdad anyway. And back then, everything was run using report ledger and booklet, not laptop and smart phones. When the war finally came to Baghdad they moved to Denmark and the"pen and paper"attitude came along with them.
Though they have more or less made themselves at plate in Kobenhavn, they still seem to be under the impression that programing is just some variety of a fad.

"Listen. say them that you will ‘ consider about it ’. And fare over to my shoes. I, at to the lowest degree, 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 expression is that you want to stay with me for two days ? We can arrange that."
"No, no. I need to deal with this on my own."
"You know how sometimes you talk to a individual one day and that person is really, really trying to sell an idea to you really tough and really passionately. But then you talk to that person the day after. And for some cause, they seem to be a bit blasé about the unscathed thing now. Do you know why that happens ?"
There was a secrecy over the telephone set 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 modification perspective. I promise you that time is all you need to calm this spot down. It's always like that. Someone shouts for a while, gets it out of their scheme. 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, call soon !"

"Linnea ?"I heard mom address me from the hallway."Svetlana is here to see you."As she poked her head into my room, she added"She looks like it's been raining."
I looked out the windowpane at the cheerfulness outside, perplexed.
Regardless, I went out to greet her and saw instantly what mom meant. Her eyes were slightly tumid and her makeup, which she had at one dot tried to re-apply, was running down her cheeks.
"Your fellowship seem like such a nice bunch."I said, trying to draw a joke.
"Don't public lecture to me about them."she nearly hissed.
"wellspring … we have grapes and coffee. Come in and cause yourself comfortable."mom said, breaking the ice like a operating surgeon with a sledgehammer.

I took her hired hand and led her into my room. There I sat her down on my bed and looked into her eyes.
"Want to talk about it ?"
"Not really."
"lack to … I don't know, sit and cry for a while ?"
"Not really."she chuckled.
"Man, you're hard to please. Mom wasn't kidding about the have grapevine. Want some ?"
"No."she said in a flyspeck voice I hadn't heard from her before."I just want to sit here with you for a while."
Something happened in my affectionateness as she said that. A deeply ardent feeling banquet through my chest. Something that was either a aesculapian condition or deep, tangible affection.

We both laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. We were holding script, our fingers intertwined. I was on her right and she was on my left.
She smelled of something that I can only line as warmth. Like how sunlight smells. I snuggled my headway close to hers.

And at some stop around there - I fell asleep.
The rain was soothingly beating against the window of the car. I looked around, wondering when we were going to arrive. I was about to afford my mouth and ask, but just as I did I noticed that mom was asleep on the ass next to me.
I considered waking her up anyway, I was bored and there was nothing to do in the car. But the further the car drove, the bumpier the road became.
I was annoyed at first."These south European area need to get their shit together and initiate taking care of their infrastructure."
But out of the box of my eye I noticed that slowly, but steadily - my mom's summer dress was slipping off of her shoulders. I turned my head teacher to watch 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 turn and as we turned, her dress slipped even further down, completely revealing her soft, pale breasts. Each one of them was just slightly smaller than the size of my head.
They swung and swayed with the motion of the car.

Not sure as shooting what to do in a situation like this, I proceeded only to observe. I didn't want to heat and blockade her. And I didn't want this niggling giving I'd received to be covered up either.
But as we kept on driving, I realized that the attire was still slipping off every time the car turned. It was so far down her body that I could see the shading of her pubic hair.
I had to close my heart for a minute because they were at hazard of popping right out of my head.

Nervously looking at mom's sleeping face, I quickly shoved my ripe helping hand down my panties. The measure of fluid in there could cause drowned soul if they approached unprepared. I was sure 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 steamy, the sharpness kept moving just beyond reach.
The more my finger's breadth played and rubbed and probed and prodded, the Thomas More on sharpness I became, but it's like there was a fencing there at the boundary that I couldn't quite get over.

All this time that I was playing with myself, I kept my center fixed on my mom's crotch and boob. I could sense the olfaction of my own scent everywhere and knew that I couldn't keep it veil. But I also had good reason to assume that my parents didn't know what my sex scent smelled like.
Looking at her breasts, I got the impossibly appealing urge to just quickly reach out and take hold of them.
I used my left hired man to squeeze my own boob, but it just wasn't the Saame. I squeezed it anyway for a spell because it felt courteous and was really sensitive rightfield now.
Alright.
Now or never.

I had to do it, because I knew, somewhere oceanic abyss in my subconscious that if I just stroked my mom's tits that I would have an astonishing sexual climax. My non-subconscious ( veritable conscious ) agreed that it was very likely. Holding my breath and hoping that the car wouldn't explode, my hand reached out and softly touched the breast.

To my repulsion - mom looked down.
"Huh. I see what you're trying to do. But it's down here."
With that she took my handwriting and moved it down to her vagina. Her pubic hair was silky shine and now that my fingers were stroking it, I realized that small drops of ‘ excitement'were everywhere in her pubic hair.
She wanted me to avail her reach an orgasm. Maybe as very much as I wanted her to help me reach an orgasm. This seemed, to my mind, to be a very beneficial placement for both of us.
Both of my hand relocated to my mother's body.
Looking into her eyes, I slowly put first one, then two finger's breadth inside of her.
All the while, her eyes had that joking, impish look about them. Like we were doing something naughty. And we were.

As my finger moved slowly in and out, with me putting pressure upwards when inside, I started to sort of get a feel for the surrounding domain of her pitcher. She had a soft, dark bush around her vulva and so the feature of speech weren't fully visible. But as my digit went all the way in, my palm tree rested on her vulva. It was really bouffant, diffuse and warm. Much more pronounced than mine was, and to me it felt really erotic.
I moved my hand in a minuscule, 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 spirit of her deal pushing the digit in drove me quickly to the edge of the edge. I felt like a sledge malleus had knocked down the fence and I was in destitute fall.

My top dog, dizzy from the heady feelings, fell onto her chest, onto her warm tit. Instinctively, I grabbed a pap in my oral cavity to kiss it and slug it.
I felt the orgasm build up. I squeezed my thighs together to keep her hand where it was and - ...

I don't jazz how a great deal meter passed, but I woke up by something pulling on one of my toes.
"It's dinner."mom said, her face hovering above mine."It's dinner now. Come on. Get up."
"Grapes 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 sentence that didn't involve"Fuck me, oh my god, please make me cum ”.

I paused. Did I say that last sentence out loud ? I looked around. Mom was looking at me, waiting for me to get up. Sveta was asleep following to me. Ok, so I had managed to maintain my lip shut. Thank god.

The sun was almost completely down. Though there was still some sort of get down illuminating the outside, it was clearly drab now.
We lived on the sixth flooring in an apartment in a fairly reputable part of town. Not to say that we haven't lived in our fair share of shit-holes, after mom separated with dad. caparison in any capitol is an issue and a huge cluster-fuck, unless it's like … Iceland where lodging is not only available, it's mandatory. 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 residents of upper stories.

"Hey Sveta, get up. There be food."I said, nudging her gently into knowingness.
"Yes, dad."she muttered and kept on sleeping.
"It's me. Linnea. Do I really look old enough to be your don ? I barely even have a beard."I said, not really expecting a reply back.
"No, you look lovely."she said, waking up."I just want to kiss 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 long. I kind of feel like we wasted the unanimous day."
"But it was a good sleep."Svetlana said, smiling.
"I can't argue with that."I agreed, thinking back to my pipe dream. And boy what a vivid dream that was. Typically, I didn't commend even one per centum of what happened to me in my dreams.
It was always something vague about me going to get ice cream, but there was no ketchup at the entrepot so the completely day was ruined because what kind of a gull eats ice cream without tomato ketchup ? meaninglessness like that.

The food was fried potatoes with Allium cepa and mushrooms.
"It smells really good."Svetlana said, appreciatively sniffing the air.
"Wait until you taste it. That's when it really picks up in impressiveness."mom said, placing beverage for all of us on the table."I didn't even burn it."
At first when we sat down and started eating, things were silent. Not entirely awkward, just silent in us being in use shoving food into our mouths.
"So Svetlana."mom said eventually."How are you doing at school ? I hear that you are a hacker, is that right ?"I was sure she said that intentionally to get under my skin.
"Ehm … not exactly. I study programing with centering on forum system. Not very jazzy, unfortunately. Everyone keeps asking me if I make phone apps."Sveta laughed, patting her chest of drawers abscentmindedly.
"But can you hack on into banks 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 accomplish. I mean, technically - you don't need to know programing to steal from a cant, you could just slip someone's bank card, couldn't you ?"
"But you'd need to do it their pin."
"Yeah, but say you watch them enter their pin."
"Good point, I guess."mom conceded."So, how did you two love birds actually meet ?"
Sveta seemed to turn slightly more red at the question.
"Our classes work together a lot."I said."Part of being a digital artist it being able to convert metrics, you know - figure and statistics - into prosperous to read, optic agency. We had a line together called ‘ ocular code'and she was my body of work 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 hard to believe.
"What ? You met dad in high-school. How is that any More set aside ?"I asked, indignant.
"We were at his place and acting tag. Our prescript were that since he was faster, he couldn't use his mitt 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 on-key. I was wearing a strap-on we had found in his parents'room."mom said, reminiscing."To crap it Sir Thomas More even. Although I had some length advantage with it."
"No way. So he was running around the theatre, tagging things with his … thing ?"
"With his dongle, yes."mom confirmed."He was still pretty quick with it."
"I have no words."
Sveta had just given up at this point and was laughing into her cup of Pepsi. Yes. We're a Pepsi Cola family. I like the blue colour.

"That's not how we met."Sveta said finally, indicating me and her.
"How long have you known that you were homophile ?"mom asked, letting the question stay open for either of us to answer.
"Always."Sveta replied."Even when I was young, I thought that the Barbie dolly I was playing with were ..."
"Like A-one hot."I finished the judgment of 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 note that time her posterior looked into my soul."But thinking back, there were just modest things that now seem like pretty obvious clues. I think the trouble is that I've never really been ‘ into'anyone before."
"You've never had a boyfriend ?"Sveta asked curiously.
"No. I mean, all the ally I've had in primary and high school were more or less … what is a prissy word for idiots ? We all were. None of us really focused on anything other than just making noise, now that I think back to my time at shoal. Thinking back, I feel like I'm an entirely unlike person now."
"You're still my baby girl."mom reassured me."But yeah, you did calm 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 little girl I was interest in. I was actually hoping that it would be different at university, and it really is. Everyone is so much more … severe. I thought I would like it more like this, where everyone are just focused on their work. But I feel now that people are actually trying to work themselves to death."
"Seriously ?"I asked, considering the theme."In my class, they have basically day-by-day ‘ beer fridays ’. It started as a Fri thing, but their concept of ‘ friday'isn't very clear. Friday is more a nation of brain than a particular day."
"well. You guys are artist after all."Sveta laughed.
"So do your grade checkmate know about you two ?"mom asked.
"No. I don't think so. But I don't think they care either."I said.
"We've … variety 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 gratifying taste of peaches."mom said, leaning back and taking a sip from her glass."To drift amongst the cherry peak. To tip toe through the tulips. To motorboat the ocean. It would be hypocritical of me to be against it."
"So you are ..."Sveta started the judgment of conviction, but then caught herself and couldn't think of a near way to end it.

This reminded me of something. Earlier today when I was talking to mom, she said that her first - first - memory of being interested in a womanhood was when she was fourteen with her mom, my grandma.
"Oh yeah."I said, raising a finger for care."You told me about the first time. But if that was the get-go, does it stand for that there were other times ?"
"What was the first time ?"asked Sveta, curiously.
"Oh, I was young and I just mistook Hilary Clinton for note Murray. Had a lovely good afternoon with that."mom waved Sveta's question away."The endorsement metre ? The 2d clip was when I was already married to your dad actually."
"Bill Sir James 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 vino, got it ?"mom asked, pointing at us, probably measuring our reaction.
"We get to drink ?"I asked, incredulous."Won't that lead to a stultify cocaine dependance later on in living ?"
"Yes, but if you're smart, you can score some good money selling drugs, or so I hear."mom replied."You very well with that, Svetlana, or do you want some coffee, tea or something instead ?"
"No, I'm ticket … if it's ok with you."she replied, her optic really big from either surprise or excitement."I don't intellect. But I'd rather you didn't recount 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 Vega, stays in Vega ’."
"Don't try and be clever with me."mom snapped back, but clearly jokingly.

As we made ourselves comfortable in the living elbow room mom brought us all glassful of wine. We actually had a set of really fancy-looking wine glasses from the thirties. They were octagonal, with each side having a take to, lace-like radiation pattern molded in the glass. I wasn't sure as to how it was made exactly, but it looked really exquisite.
"So the second time."mom said, taking a belittled sip of wine."Actually not very rouse. But well than the first off one. I was in my one-third year of university and we were all sent out as intern at different hospital. So I was an intern at the subject hospital, here in Danish capital. Doing some MRI scans. Helping out over at ER. And another one of the lady friend that was there with me from my division - well, she eventually dropped out because she realized that even though she liked medicine and science, she hated the literal patients."mom laughed at that."I guess it's unspoilt that she was at least true about it, but still.

So one day went to her space to get a twosome of drinks and just chat. We were supposed to be a bigger group, but there was some problem with the shifts and the masses that we were supposed to meet ended up having to take dissimilar shifts. Happens all the have it away time. The establishment is run by a random Numbers author, so it's a bit messy.

So we get to her place from piece of work. Instead of going out, we figure - hey. Why not pass some fourth dimension just here, sitting and watching TV and talking crap about other masses ?
So she goes to alter into some comfy wearing apparel. And she's not shy at all around me, her breast are all over the place. Swinging around, going over to change this, do that, picking that up. I'm standing there watching as she almost intentionally stretches to roll 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 assuredness 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 word ‘ salivating ’.
"Yeah, I was salivating because I was listening to a juicy story. There were mammilla everywhere, you said."I answered, laughing."Go on, what did the pap do ?"

"Like I said, it's not a very exciting story. But you were wondering whether I've ever been with another woman more intimately, and the answer is no. We didn't break 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 former like vacuums.
"I'm not a five twelvemonth old."mom scoffed."I understand the basic construct of eating mortal out."After a short pause she added :"Oh don't look shocked. Do you seriously think that I don't know the rudiments 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 comfy talking about sex and sexuality in this company. And I could tell by the relaxed attitude of Sveta that she was comfortable too.

"So Sveta. What was your outset meter ?"mom asked.
"You don't have to answer."I said quickly.
But after a mo of mentation, she smiled and nodded."No, it's fine. First fourth dimension that I thought of a fair sex in a sexual way, or first fourth dimension I was with a woman ?"
"Oh, so you've had early women before !"I exclaimed, partly in mock-outrage and partly in genuine surprise."So when did you lose your virginity ?"
"Well. I've never had penetrative sex."Sveta replied, looking at us wonderingly."I'm not sure on how the ‘ virginity'switch works, but I was under the stamp that you needed to be penetrated, right ? Something about the Hymen ?"
"But no, because wouldn't your fingers suffice then ? Like, what's the dispute ?"I objected. I wasn't entirely sure on how this wholly hymen thing worked.
"A hymen isn't a wall somewhere inside of your vagina."mom sighed."It's like a brawniness or membrane on the sides of your vagina's entry. Like the backing of a doorway. The ‘ breaking'of the maidenhead is just stretching your vagina encompassing enough for it to rupture. If that sounds like a not very reliable way of telling virginity then you're right. It's not."
"wait. I thought it was on the inside."I said, unconsciously massaging my crotch."Like … at the depth of a member length."saying that out loud made it sound really stupid, I realized.
"No such thing."mom shook her capitulum."I don't actually why the world thinks that there is some kind of a ‘ shower cap'interior of us. So actually, yes. It's possible that if you only use fingerbreadth that you won't pull your Hymen. But it's also potential for it to heal up again when torn. Like I said, it has nada to do with virginity."
"Well. Then when do you stop over being a virgin ?"Sveta asked.
"I've no idea."mom replied."It used to be pretty childlike. If you've had a member inside of your vagina then you were no longer a virgin. Technically, maybe you two will remain virgin forever, who knows ?"
While I pondered this idea, Sveta went on with her story.
"So the first prison term I thought of a woman in a sexual way was actually my danish teacher in elementary school. 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 feel good."she laughed at herself."I've raise my vision since."
"I can imagine. How young were you when you were with a woman for the first clip ?"I asked her.
"I'll tell you. But this has to stay in this room and never leave it, ok ?"she said, making for sure that both me and mom nodded before going on. She took a big gulp of wine-coloured."Last twelvemonth our whole family went on vacation to Mallorca. It's this really pop holidaymaker 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 sis's husband."
Both me and mom instantly went"Oooh."
"No, you both are jumping ahead."she shushed us by waving her hands."My first cousin is this really hardcore Moslem, she is needlessly rigorous when it comes to the Koran. Just a hurting in the ass to live with. I wouldn't touch her even if we weren't related.

What happened was - one daybreak she got fed up with trying to waken me up, and left for breakfast on her own. During the metre she was gone I started waking up. And I felt a bit … you know. I was a bit horny. 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 time that my cousin-german left and I started touching myself, the cleaning maidservant 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 low temperature water at me. And we just stare at each other for what smell like … I don't like to amplify, but it was definitely at least a century years.
Then I moved. What I did was I removed my paw 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 have looked to her was that I basically spread myself for her now. Like I was inviting her.
And - for some reason - she must have thought ‘ Yeah, alright. I've got time for this ’."
Mom burst out laughing.
"hold, so you had sex with the hotel maiden ?"I asked, genuinely surprised at this.
"I know. It's not very romantic. But I've heard a lot of ‘ first meter'stories online, about how it's sometimes painful or difficult for the get-go metre. And it seems that my first metre 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 legs, 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 encounter. It was like one of my fantasy, but in real life history. I wasn't sure what to do, what to grab. Like, would it be rude of me to just grab her chest of drawers then and there ? In retrospect, I should give birth. But I was just waiting for cues from her.
After a while she actually paused and pulled up her dress skirt. She was wearing one of those black uniforms with skirts instead of trouser, you know what I mean ? Like flight attendee wear.
She pulled the skirt up, and I moved my manus directly to her genitalia. I wasn't even thinking."Sveta paused at this point to drink some to a greater extent wine-coloured."It's actually worry, now that I think back to the event, that she was already soaking wet when I put my paw inside of her panties. 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 meter I saw her after that, we form of … winked at each other. Or smiled. But no, we didn't do anything else."Sveta shook her drumhead, squinting, seemingly trying to retrieve a year back in time.
"And how was your first time ?"mom turned to me.
"You want to sleep together my number 1 time ?"I asked, exchanging an embarrassed flavor with Sveta.
"Yeah. Now that we're all sharing."
Oh boy. I had to admit that I was really excited to utter about it, especially since Sveta and I hadn't really talked too a great deal about it. We've mostly just been doing affirmation. Like"Yes, we did that ! ”. Rather than sit down and discuss it.

"First 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 driver was on board."
"Oh, that's right hand !"Sveta exclaimed."I'd forgotten about that one. I can't believe we did it there."
"What did you do exactly ?"mom said, her eyes cautious, 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 fourth dimension talked about being Sir Thomas More than just booster. And we would study every potential opportunity 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 masses have personal lawyers or bodyguards ? I'll be your personal cheerleader !"
"That's … bizarre, don't do that."I said, trying to make her sit back down.
But she stood up and did a little dance while saying"springiness me a K ! have me an I ! Give me an S ! And another S ! open me a kiss !"
While I was trying to hide, Sveta moved closer to me and gave me, what was to date, the most sensual kiss we'd ever shared.
For a short moment, I completely forgot everything that was going on. Our tongue met, our backtalk closed, and I felt our saliva mixing inside. It was wet and a bit miry actually, but her odour was so powerful and her organic structure was radiating so much heat that it completely overwhelmed my senses.
As our kiss went on, I realized that our helping hand were roaming around, touching our bodies.
Gently I grasped Sveta's wrists and, smiling slightly, pulled away from the kiss.

"Cheerleading does make a difference."I said."That one was pretty good."
"That one was amazing."Sveta corrected me with a quenched smile.
"I never knew I had an inner athlete."mom grinned, looking at the two of us."Maybe I should direct up cheerleading ?"
"Let's not do things."I sighed. The wine-coloured decided that this particular prison term didn't need any more work.
"We spent that entire bus drive 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 first two stops, with no one getting on the bus, Linnea started to move her helping hand along my inner thigh. Like - all the way up to here-…"Sveta marked a line from her glower thigh all the way up into her crotch.
"In my defense mechanism, I didn't even know that we were the merely masses on the bus at that point. I was just thrilled that this was happening. My hands wanted to go everywhere, under your jersey, into your gasp. You know that laugh - where when someone posts a picture of an octopus, person else always author ‘ I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going'? It was kind of like that, I was the devilfish. Just hands everywhere."
"Nooo."Sveta said, shaking her head."It wasn't like that at all. You really fixated on my vagina and titty, 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 surprised at her comment."The thing is that Sveta smells really Nice. So that when we were kissing - I form of had bother paying attention to what I was doing specifically. I just knew the full general direction that I wanted us to go in."
I moved in and kissed Sveta again to feel 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 brainpower not realizing that they wouldn't have it away 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 modification 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, delay. Remember, all roadstead lead to Vega. And you're the just 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 stop in Vega- ..."
"It's only fair."I interrupted her. I looked at my glass of wine. It was full phase of the moon. I thought back to how many times it had been full this night. And then to how many prison term it had been empty. The nursing bottle of wine-coloured on the mesa was empty. 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 in force idea.
I decided to err on the side of precaution and presume that it was my thought, and not the alcohol talking. Since I am more honest than the alcohol, it would make believe sense that I would have this bang-up idea.

needle to say, drink in me was an idiot. Then again, I can't really verbalise too many praise 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 mysterious connection, you know ?"
With that, mom sat herself down on my right-hand side, as Sveta was sitting on my left.
She took Sveta's deal into her own and leaned forward, inviting Sveta to incite in as well.
Sveta took the suggestion and their brim met right in front of my eyes.

Sveta put her hand gently on my mom's face. I watched as their lip worked, softly, smoothly moving, massaging each other's tongues. And after a distich of heart beats, they pulled away.
And as they pulled away from each other, they looked nothing other than absolutely radiant.
They were both flushed and Sveta was slightly flustered.
Then mom suddenly laughed out meretricious and me and Sveta joined in. It wasn't really a"Haha, that's funny"laughter. It was more a laugh of sculptural relief, of tension easing.

I put my arms around them both, going around their waists. And they both sat down on either side of me. Sveta leaned into me and gave me a tidy sum on the lips.
"This is really nice."she said, resting her principal on my shoulder.
"I agree."my mom said, leaning into me from the other side.
"Aren't we all chummy."I said, almost to myself. Something was going through my head. Something that wasn't really atrocious, but still unmanageable 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 feeling muddy and unfocused.
"You can tell apart us. I think, after what we've said and done today, you can say anything really."mom said, finishing off her glass of wine."Wouldn't be bonny 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 soft depth of the couch. 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 get you in my life."
"That's sweet."my mom said in an uncharacteristically high voice.
"And I want to be with you !"Sveta exclaimed, raising her head."Forever. You can consume me."
"Ok, sang-froid but melodramatic."I said, but I couldn't stop my face splitting in a Brobdingnagian smiling at that.
"So what did you want to say ?"she asked.
"Right."I felt that display 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 counsel in which I was steering this ship.
I put the blouse in a deliberate flock on the flooring somewhere behind me.
Then I unclasped my bra. I felt, rather than heard, their intake of breath.

My breasts weren't that big, B-cups, but they had a nice pout and firmness 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 form of conflicted"Oooh"that I agreed with completely heartedly.
I took my denim off and added them to the mint on the level. My filing system required a bit of workplace, but I figured I'd find all the clothes later one way or another.
For a brief moment I stood there, watching them both. Then I approached Sveta and put my hands on her second joint. 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 noses brushing against eachother, us breathing heavily.
But after a moment I rose back up. I looked my mom straight in the eyes and I went to put my paw on her thighs.
"Oh, beloved - let's not do this."she said, but with absolutely zero conviction.
"But I think we should."I said, and kissed her on the brim."I really feel it's the right thing."

Gently I moved my face closer to hers. My lip landed softly on hers and after the initial contact, I let my tongue move into her mouth, going between her lips.
At low she was quiet. She let it materialise but seemed to not want to boost me. And then suddenly she grabbed me with both her branch and pulled me into her. She hugged me closely to her and kissed me deeply and passionately.
Her tongue and mine played, or well - they sort of flopped, around in our sassing. She tasted of wine and smelled of her regular shampoo and something else, something that must feature been her own, natural scent.
Her hands were on my ass, massaging my rump cheeks and she was making small, indulgent moans.
After a few heart heartbeat, 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 end the sentence.
"Have you two done anything with each other 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 right future to Sveta and without being prompted gave a really wet kiss to Sveta, at the Sami 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 read/write head up until it was chest-height to me and kissed my bequeath bosom. Not just the teat, she sucked in a bunch of breast-flesh in her mouth and kissed it, licking it and massaging it with her manpower."I really should feature done this sooner."
Sveta more or less ripped her jean off of her, she was so excited that she somehow managed to fling them off of her in the position that she was sitting in, with my mother's boob hanging just above her face, brushing her nose.
With no reluctance she put her hand under mom's blouse and rubbed them, making mom afford off a slight groan in surprise.

In all of this I had over-estimated just how much control I had. As mom went back to snog Sveta, I started grinding my vagina on Sveta's second joint, massaging her knocker with my handwriting as I moved up and down. And the bizarre, highly intimate realism of the situation suddenly struck me. I couldn't check myself.
"Oh … my god."I whispered as I came. I used Sveta's breasts as purchase to keep myself firm, as the orgasmic wave drowned me in deafening pleasure."Holy shite. Holy fuck."I breathed deeply, falling onto the put, 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 human face was mighty between mom's tit. Though they had a bit of sag, they still looked amazing, being roughly twice the size of my own and still pretty chirpy, though really soft.
I saw Sveta's hired man quickly fingering her own vagina, her pantie shifted to the side, giving me a great view of her glistening wetness.
Looking first at me, and then back to Sveta, mom unbuttoned her own blue jean and removed them. Then she slowly moved her self up, letting Sveta's breasts brush against her venter. And stopped when her vagina, covered by her scanty, was right in front of Sveta's face.
Sveta needed no suggestion for this. She moved her fount right into mom's crotch, but then she did something that I hadn't seen before. Sveta covered mom's vulva with her whole backtalk and softly breathed on it. The hotness of Sveta's breath made mom squirm and groan 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 player, and having calmed down after my sexual climax, I moved down to the floor and positioned myself right in nominal head of Sveta, between her legs. Since her hands were now meddling working my mom, I decided to help her out.
I tried to do the matter that she had done, so at initiatory moved her panties back to cover her wet vagina. Then I put my sassing over her vulva, so that it was completely covered. For a endorsement I had the image of me putting a Warren Burger into my mouth. And then I let out a slow, warmly breath onto her vagina.
Sveta squirmed and laughed."That look amazing !"she exclaimed.
"No, don't stop !"mom whined instantly, taking Sveta's head and placing her mouth back to turn on mom's vagina.
I took off Sveta's step-in completely and put my backtalk back where it had been, but this time without taking all of the vulva in.
Sveta had never shaved her pubic hair, so to visualize out where to go I let my tongue roam her slit, investigating the labia, testing to see how the flexure were placed and how big or small they were.
I had done this with her once before, and she had later commented that she had really enjoyed how I payed tending to every voice of her vagina.
This sentence I decided not to detain too long. I used my hands to diffuse her vagina apart and instantly spotted her clit. It was swollen and set for a really good meter. I was ready to give it that.

Somewhere above me, I heard mom having a pretty proficient 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 second joint came together and held my head between her leg steady. I realized that she was about to cum and picked up the swiftness, adding force per unit area 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 wooden leg opened and she put a protective hand over her mound.
"Oh my god ! Oh my god ! Holy molly !"I heard Sveta moan, as mom's naked body collapsed right next to her.
Their naked bodies looked beautiful together, and the feeling 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 back talk, 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 lingua into my sass, with a lot of saliva being exchanged. I sucked on her tongue and we ‘ lap'each former inside.
As she pulled away, as pocket-size trail off saliva till hung on. My right hand was fingering my vagina and I sat myself back on Sveta's thigh. They both looked at me as I kept masturbating myself in battlefront of them.
Mom's right hand reached out to stroke me. Just me generally, stroking my knocker, my hands, my ass, my vagina.
watching all of this, Sveta slowly started to rub her vagina, almost absentmindedly.
My ventilation was getting overweight and toilsome. I felt the orgasm building inside of me like a kettle on the brink of simmering, with the water beginning to rumble.
Mom was there to hold me, one of her hands rubbing my vagina from behind, between my stage. She was almost touching my motherfucker with her thumb. Her early hand was massaging my breasts.
I felt really powerful pressure level from deep inside of me and suddenly …
"Aaah ..."I came so intemperate that I lost my balance and slumped forward, my head buried in the couch, with the remainder of my body resting on Sveta.

The last matter I heard before drifting into restful sleep was :"well that was quite a night."
I wasn't sure who said it. But I agreed. unharmed heartedly .