Chapter 1

I never thought that something like this would even happen. I mean - there are some cheesy, unbelievable love story novels and sitcoms that have some pretty"wacky"site. But I have never actually heard of or seen anything like the situation I am in rightfulness now.

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

"Aww, Liny, you know you can tell me anything."my mother said, after a long minute of silence.
I had told her that I wanted to tell her something important. 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 sort of way.
"Since your sixteenth birthday you've more or less barricade looking for my favourable reception. Why first now ?"
"Because this is important."
"For heaven's rice beer female child, if you don't severalize me then I'll assume you're pregnant and send you off to live on with your grandfather."mom said in aggravation. She wasn't a very patient person. Maybe wry for a radiotherapist - since she sees patients every day, but still.

"Ok. Mom. You know Sveta ? Svetlana, a girl that I go to uni with ?"
"Sure. The girl with the Russian gens but the Arabic language parents."mom said, frowning in an movement to remember."I think you said at some point that she was a hack or something ?"
"No. No, she survey programing. Programing scholar and digital art student work together a lot at school, that's how we met."
"But isn't programing hacking ?"mom asked, trying to remember what she saw on the news that one clip about that one hacker.
"Don't worry about it. She's not a hack, trust me."I said, somewhat impatiently. I was not going to go down the rabbit hollow of explaining technological terminology to mom right on now.
"So what about her ?"
"Well. This Apr she had asked me to join her for a hike. It was pretty drawn-out, we walked twenty km in murderous passion. When we came home, we decided to take a shower bath and watch over some movies."

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

I had a weird, blend impression of both dropping a massive bomb calorimeter, but also a impression that the bomb landed on a soft, downlike cloud and just fell asleep. Like I was in cushion over saying the wrangle out loud.

"Ok, so you say the word ‘ kinship'..."mom said thoughtfully, not looking particularly upset or disturbed by what I had said."… but does that mean that you are fully tribade ? Or only that you are in a relationship with this daughter 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 common. I mean, all the requirement for us being together are there. It's just that we both … vesture 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 tell you ..."
"Listen. If you are in love life with another woman, that's perfectly fine. But as your mother, I still would like to have intercourse these thing. I would ask you similar interrogative if it was a man you were seeing."she said simply."That whole ‘ gay are stinky'thing is pretty old, I think. It's shallow to be upset by what former people are attracted to. Unless it's nazi memorabilia, I would stay away from that."
"What ..."
"My point is, we've never really had this talk. About girls and boys, vaginas and penises. 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 own known not to worry about telling me this."

I thought about it. It made sense. My entire living, 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 nestling. 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 noises."Let's play a biz. I will ask you one motion about you. And you, if you'd like, can ask a doubt about me. That way, we'll know where exactly we stand on everything."
That sounded like a really freaking scary secret plan, if I was to be honest. But I was now rum enough to go along with it. If spoiled came to whip 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 collation ?"
"What snacks do you have ?"
"Uhm. fountainhead. grapeshot. And bananas. And oranges."mom said."I'm sparkle on cash this month, so I had to go with the plant snacks."she added, a bit apologetically.
"I mean. Everyone loves grapes."
"That's so true ! A cake. Made out of watermelon flesh, but filled with grape vine and Bronx cheer. Just having that in my imagination makes me need to ..."she made a violent, crushing gesture."I would wreck that thing so hard."
"Mom, you're going into trendy stripling patois a bit too hard."I criticized."It's expected of adults to maintain a more … filtered vernacular."
"seminal fluid on ! I read facebooks and snapchats !"she exclaimed."I can be the mom with the mouth."
"Yes, but what would be way ice chest is if you were just mom. You're big at being just mom."
There was a short silence.
"That is so sweet."I finally heard mom say, with her cover to me as she was pouring burnt 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.
"Don't get off topic."I said. I was actually eager to ask her my question, now that I'd view of a in force one."My question is - are you attracted to women ? Like, any one cleaning lady ever ?"
Mom looked surprised at the query. She paused for thought, her oculus looking out the window.
"Yes."she said finally."Weird, isn't it ? My inquiry !"
"But wait ..."
"Are you sexually attracted to all women, or just Svetlana ?"
I sighed and tried to explicate an answer.
"So I think that I kinda have to use the outgrowth of elimination. Meaning I have to ask myself the question - am I attracted to men ? And the answer is no. I remember actually being in schoolhouse, wondering why all those flash 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 like … anyone. Not sexually, at least. I don't know. Maybe the problem is that looks just does aught for me."
I realized that towards the end there, I had started musing almost to myself and decided to shut out up instead.

"Interesting."mom replied, keeping her salamander font."Your turn."
"Who was the cleaning 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 decent girl !"mom exclaimed, but then let out a laugh."But yes. I think - anyone I could work over 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 mouthpiece 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 fantasy just because they're ‘ not feeling well ’."she shrugged.
"You know. stripling typically don't like to talk to their parents about sexuality because they are scared of what they might come up. This is a perfect example of what we fear to discover."
"You know I was just joking."mom said, smiling."You really want to know who my outset cleaning lady that I was attracted to was ?"
"Yes. And how old were you ?"
Mom was silent, but no longer smiling.
"I see why it was hard for you to talk to me about this."she finally said."It's not not prosperous for me either."
"Aww, mom, you know that you can recite me anything."I replied, putting my hired man on her shoulder.
"Yeah, but this gets complicated."she shook her head."You asked how old I was at the sentence. I will separate 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 estimate of taking the whole crime syndicate on a vacation in Italy. So we traveled through Federal Republic of Germany and Switzerland, the whole affair took three day, back then not all of the roads were large state highway, so we had to take some side of meat routes as well. And this was pre-smart telephone era, so I didn't have to option to just view cat videos the whole trip.

Me, mom and your uncle, Enam, were taking turns sitting in the social movement posterior. We would switch at every pot happy chance. So this clock 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 hear where this was going."… so it was a rainy day, but pretty nice for us, the rider. My dad would aver and gnarl about the pelting and about the abominable driving skills of all the other drivers.

But the rain was so therapeutic that we were starting to precipitate asleep. My mother 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 dress she wore no bra. As she fell asleep, her dress crumpled up at her tit and from the side - through her bent, suddenly sleeve - I could see her really jolly dainty breasts. I'll never leave them. I couldn't take my heart off of them.

So. That was the first time I fantasized about a charwoman. My honey, old mum."
I only realized that my mouth had been open up when I closed it with an audible click of my teeth.
"Wow. nan ?"
"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 story was complicated, I had variety 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 -"fountainhead mom, I at least want you to know that I've never thought of you that way."- a memory surfaced in my mind. A painful and pleasurable retentivity all at once. It was a memory board of me sitting on the floor, pretending to scan something on my earpiece, all the piece I was watching mom as she slept on the couch in nothing but a tee shirt and pantie. He butt was hanging off of the boundary of the couch. The sunlight seemed to playfully trip the light fantastic toe across her uncover tegument. And I just couldn't take my eyes away. Looking at that butt was like looking at the orphic ass of Mona Lisa.

"You're wondering, aren't you ?"I asked mom finally."Whether I've had a exchangeable ‘ here and now'?"
"Yes. But if you can't or won't tell me, that's fine. I don't need to know either way. I just want you to understand, with my little story, that it's perfectly cancel to be attracted to many, many different things. Just stay 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 form of a joke is that ! ?"
"It's from that damn commercial."mom laughed."There is a starving, African kid - no specific body politic, just ‘ Africa ’. The country of Africa. The full general arena of Africa. Anyway, the kid is scrawny and over the footage of that kid, a voice says ‘ No one deserves to turn up without a beginner ’. And for some reason, maria, a colleague, when that commercial came on, she added to it :
‘ No one deserves to rise up without a father. Unless you are Hitler ’.
It made me laugh so a lot. 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 run-in that were coming out of my mouth.
"Aww, you teenager are such prude ! In my day, we could speak and laugh about anything ! Because everything was fearsome ! Have you seen the telecasting hardening from the mid-nineties and eighty ? They are criminally dreadful. I can't believe I used to watch them all the metre. How could I even tell what was going on ?"

We fell silent and just sipped our coffee for a while.
"life sentence's weird."I commented after it became patent that we weren't playing the game any more.
"Oh, it gets really weird."mom agreed."One of our foreman of staff left their Emily Price Post live on month. Apparently they had been sending weekly electronic mail to the government's official ‘ contact us'netmail address with increasingly crazy conspiracy theory 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 hypothesis that the man had was that the MRI simple machine was exposed to the internet and all CAT scan were being uploaded to extraneous host. Apparently his explanation for how it could do work in theory was so convincing that they had to send somebody to confirm that what he was saying was nonsense."

"Weird."I agreed."There was this one time ..."I stopped. I was about to tell her about me thinking of her butt at dark while I played with myself. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. I decided to scream it quits for today."There was this one meter I had a really nice conversation with my mom about all sorts. But I think I'm gon na go and have a nap."
"Don't nap too surd, or you'll hurt yourself."mom smiled, and took my evacuate cup with her to the kitchen.
I shook my head and went to my room.

So I am actually a student, but I live at base. Since I live in Copenhagen, I have the luxury of not requiring to experience in any sort of a student residence. Our public transport organisation is punctual to within two minutes to the mark. In fact, public conveyance inspector track lateness of buses. If a bus fails to leave the origin station at its doom fourth dimension, the bus company gets a fine. If the bus is the late to former catch within a certain window, they also get a fine. There's a lot of inducement to go along the public raptus arrangement running well-oiled in Copenhagen.

I'm not indisputable why I decided to tell the story from that gunpoint. I guess that's where all of the crazy things had started.
As you can tell, mom and I get along pretty slap-up. The alone battle we had in recent memory was about our personal smart phone predilection. Mom likes the shiny, Samsung one. But I have a Blackberry. I like the keyboard and I have no shame.

But from this breaker 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 more than you do. But this is where we're at.
When I got to my way I called Sveta to severalise her about my mom's reaction. She had been pretty anxious about it too.
We had both agreed to tell our parents this weekend - this was a Billy 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 thing to her at all. I think it would be no problem for you to get and chitchat tomorrow. We can hang and everything."
"And your dad ?"
"Still not living with us. They've been separated for yr, they don't do sociable sojourn to each other."
"Yes, but have you told him ?"
"No … I don't know if I should. I don't know what the pointedness would be. Have you told your parents ?"
"I … didn't find the right opportunity. We had a pocket-size problem."
"What kind of problem ?"
"We had a row again. It's that old logical argument about ‘ computer plot ’. Like my programing classes are just games to me. My parents are back asswards in their mindset. They don't even believe in electrical 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 kind of family that when person asked you"So how's your class ?"you would answer"Well, you know. You pick your champion, not your syndicate ”.
substance that most people would never pick this kinfolk for anything. They cared a lot about Sveta. But also had no thought what they were doing, or so it seemed to me. In Irak, her dad had worked as a navigational director for a local DoT fellowship. local anesthetic to Baghdad anyway. And back then, everything was run using theme ledgers and folders, not laptops and voguish phones. When the war finally came to Bagdad they moved to Denmark and the"pen and paper"mental attitude came along with them.
Though they have more or less made themselves at domicile in Copenhagen, they still seem to be under the impression that programing is just some kind of a fad.

"Listen. secernate them that you will ‘ think about it ’. And come over to my office. I, at to the lowest degree, plunk for your career choice."I told her over the phone.
"No, if I leave now it will only get spoilt tomorrow."
"So what you're saying is that you want to stay with me for two mean solar day ? 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 individual is really, really trying to sell an idea to you really firmly 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 experience why that happens ?"
There was a silence over the phone 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 alteration perspective. I promise you that time is all you need to still this situation down. It's always like that. Someone shouts for a patch, 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 shout you when I'm nearby."
"Ok, bye, yell soon !"

"Linnea ?"I heard mom call me from the hallway."Svetlana is here to see you."As she poked her caput into my room, she added"She looks like it's been raining."
I looked out the window at the cheer outside, perplexed.
Regardless, I went out to greet her and saw instantly what mom meant. Her eyes were slightly puffy and her makeup, which she had at one point tried to re-apply, was running down her cheeks.
"Your family seem like such a nice bunch."I said, trying to progress to a joke.
"Don't lecture to me about them."she nearly hissed.
"Well … we have grapes and coffee. cum in and pass water yourself comfortable."mom said, breaking the ice like a surgeon with a sledgehammer.

I took her script and led her into my elbow room. There I sat her down on my bed and looked into her eyes.
"neediness to talk about it ?"
"Not really."
"Want to … I don't know, sit and cry for a piece ?"
"Not really."she chuckled.
"Man, you're intemperately to please. Mom wasn't kidding about the have grapes. Want some ?"
"No."she said in a tiny vox 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 strong feeling spread through my chest. Something that was either a medical experimental condition or deep, palpable affection.

We both laid down on the bed and looked at the cap. We were holding hands, our fingers intertwined. I was on her right and she was on my left.
She smelled of something that I can only report as affectionateness. Like how sun smelling. I snuggled my head close to hers.

And at some point around there - I fell asleep.
The pelting was soothingly beating against the windows of the car. I looked around, wondering when we were going to arrive. I was about to open up my mouthpiece and ask, but just as I did I noticed that mom was asleep on the backside 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 jolty the road became.
I was annoyed at for the first time."These south European countries need to get their squat together and take off taking care of their infrastructure."
But out of the turning point of my eye I noticed that slowly, but steadily - my mom's summertime dress was slipping off of her shoulders. I turned my head to watch so quickly that I almost broke my neck.
In fact, the apparel 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 garb slipped even further down, completely revealing her gentle, blanch boob. Each one of them was just slightly modest than the size of my head.
They swung and swayed with the motion of the car.

Not certain what to do in a situation like this, I proceeded only to note. I didn't want to come alive and embarrass her. And I didn't want this slight natural endowment I'd received to be covered up either.
But as we kept on driving, I realized that the dress was still slipping off every clock 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 eye for a second because they were at hazard of popping right out of my head.

Nervously looking at mom's sleeping face, I quickly shoved my right hand down my panties. The sum of money of fluid in there could make drowned someone if they approached unprepared. I was for certain that I was going to cum any second, just a bit and I would be finished.
I started fingering myself as quickly, and quietly, as I could. And hard I was really aroused, the sharpness kept moving just beyond reach.
The more my fingers played and rubbed and probed and prodded, the More on edge I became, but it's like there was a fence there at the edge 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 crotch and tit. I could smell the smell of my own scent everywhere and knew that I couldn't keep it hidden. But I also had good reasonableness to assume that my parents didn't know what my sex scent smelled like.
Looking at her knocker, I got the impossibly appealing urge to just quickly turn over out and catch them.
I used my remaining handwriting to squeeze my own breast, but it just wasn't the same. I squeezed it anyway for a spell because it felt squeamish and was really sore right now.
Alright.
Now or never.

I had to do it, because I knew, somewhere thick in my subconscious that if I just stroked my mom's tits that I would have an bewilder orgasm. My non-subconscious ( regular conscious ) agreed that it was very probable. Holding my breathing time 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 hired hand and moved it down to her vagina. Her pubic hair was silky shine and now that my finger's breadth were stroking it, I realized that small drops of ‘ excitement'were everywhere in her pubic hair.
She wanted me to facilitate her reach an orgasm. Maybe as a great deal as I wanted her to avail me reach an climax. This seemed, to my psyche, to be a very good arrangement for both of us.
Both of my mitt relocated to my mother's body.
Looking into her eyes, I slowly put first of all one, then two fingerbreadth inside of her.
All the while, her eyes had that joking, arch looking about them. Like we were doing something naughty. And we were.

As my fingerbreadth moved slowly in and out, with me putting pressure upwards when inside, I started to sort of get a feel for the surrounding area of her hammock. She had a indulgent, glowering bush around her vulva and so the feature weren't fully seeable. But as my digit went all the way in, my palm rested on her vulva. It was really puffy, cushy and affectionate. Much more pronounced than mine was, and to me it felt really erotic.
I moved my hand in a small, broadside motion, petting the kitty - so to speak.
And then she put one fingerbreadth inside of me. Oh my god. I wasn't prepared for it and just the touch of her hand pushing the finger in drove me quickly to the sharpness of the edge. I felt like a sledge hammer had knocked down the fencing and I was in dislodge fall.

My capitulum, dizzy from the wise intuitive feeling, fell onto her chest, onto her warm up breast. Instinctively, I grabbed a nipple in my mouth to snog it and work it.
I felt the orgasm build up. I squeezed my thighs together to keep her hand where it was and - ...

I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up by something pulling on one of my toes.
"It's dinner."mom said, her font hovering above mine."It's dinner now. Come on. Get up."
"grape vine memorabilia."I said, confused by the dreaming 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"piece of tail me, oh my god, delight 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 next to me. Ok, so I had managed to keep my oral cavity shut. Thank god.

The sun was almost completely downwardly. Though there was still some form of Light illuminating the outside, it was clearly dark now.
We lived on the sixth floor in an apartment in a fairly reputable part of townsfolk. 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 living accommodations is not only useable, it's mandatary. But the result of us living so far up was that we didn't see the spark from the streetlights down on our street, making nights a bit darker for residents of speed 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 father ? 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 osculate you and - ..."she broke off as she noticed that we weren't alone."-… and high-five you. And report 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 prospicient. I sort of feel like we wasted the completely day."
"But it was a good sleep."Svetlana said, smiling.
"I can't argue with that."I agreed, thinking back to my aspiration. And boy what a pictorial dream that was. Typically, I didn't think even one percent of what happened to me in my dreams.
It was always something vague about me going to get ice pick, but there was no ketchup at the storehouse so the whole day was ruined because what sort of a motley fool chuck ice pick without ketchup ? hokum like that.

The nutrient was fried potatoes with onions 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 crapulence for all of us on the mesa."I didn't even burn it."
At number 1 when we sat down and started eating, matter were silent. Not entirely awkward, just silent in us being busy shoving intellectual nourishment into our mouths.
"So Svetlana."mom said eventually."How are you doing at school ? I hear that you are a hack, is that right ?"I was sure she said that intentionally to get under my skin.
"Ehm … not exactly. I study programing with stress on forum scheme. Not very flashy, unfortunately. Everyone keeps asking me if I make telephone apps."Sveta laughed, patting her pectus abscentmindedly.
"But can you cut into savings bank and so on ?"mom asked, persisting with the hack 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 bank, you could just steal soul's banking company card, couldn't you ?"
"But you'd need to live 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 family work together a lot."I said."constituent of being a digital artist it being capable to convert metric unit, you know - telephone number and statistics - into gentle to study, visual histrionics. We had a course together called ‘ ocular code'and she was my work partner."
"And I guess that's when things 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 appropriate ?"I asked, indignant.
"We were at his place and acting tag. Our rules were that since he was faster, he couldn't use his hands 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 length vantage with it."
"No way. So he was running around the house, tagging things with his … matter ?"
"With his dongle, yes."mom confirmed."He was still fairly quick with it."
"I have no words."
Sveta had just given up at this point and was laughing into her cup of Pepsi Cola. 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 homo ?"mom asked, letting the head arrest open for either of us to answer.
"Always."Sveta replied."Even when I was younger, I thought that the Barbie dolls I was playing with were ..."
"Like passing hot."I finished the time for her."They have some really chirpy bosom. 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 mention that fourth dimension her prat looked into my mortal."But thinking back, there were just small things that now seem like pretty obvious cue. 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 elementary and high schooling were more or less … what is a courteous Good Book for idiots ? We all were. None of us really focused on anything former than just making noise, now that I think back to my metre at school. Thinking back, I feel like I'm an entirely different individual now."
"You're still my baby girl."mom reassured me."But yeah, you did lull down a lot in the last three years."
"How about you ?"I asked Sveta.
"No. I've always been too shy to blab out about who I liked. And never really had the opportunity to be with the female child I was worry in. I was actually hoping that it would be different at university, and it really is. Everyone is so much more … serious. I thought I would care it more like this, where everyone are just focused on their work. But I feel now that people are actually trying to operate themselves to death."
"Seriously ?"I asked, considering the musical theme."In my year, they have basically daily ‘ beer fridays ’. It started as a Fri thing, but their concept of ‘ Friday'isn't very clean. Friday is more a province of mind than a specific day."
"Well. You Guy are artists after all."Sveta laughed.
"So do your class mates know about you two ?"mom asked.
"No. I don't think so. But I don't think they care either."I said.
"We've … sort of been very discreet until now."Sveta confirmed."I'm well-chosen that you are so courteous about it."she added to my mom.
"Well, I can't say that I've never wanted to try the sweet taste of peaches."mom said, leaning back and taking a sip from her chalk."To cheat on amongst the cherry red blossoms. 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 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 first - first - retention of being interested in a charwoman was when she was fourteen with her mom, my grandma.
"Oh yeah."I said, raising a finger for attention."You told me about the offset metre. But if that was the first of all, does it signify that there were other times ?"
"What was the first time ?"asked Sveta, curiously.
"Oh, I was young and I just mistook Hilary President Clinton for beak Sir James Murray. Had a lovely afternoon with that."mom waved Sveta's query away."The second time ? The second metre was when I was already married to your dad actually."
"Bill Murray River ?"asked Sveta, still hanging onto her question.
"With my dad ?"I asked.
"Ok. You two nosy dirt 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 booze ?"I asked, incredulous."Won't that lead to a crippling cocain addiction later on in life ?"
"Yes, but if you're smart, you can make some good money selling drugs, or so I hear."mom replied."You alright with that, Svetlana, or do you need some umber, tea or something instead ?"
"No, I'm fine … if it's ok with you."she replied, her heart really big from either surprisal or excitement."I don't 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 Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, comes to Vegas."
"You mean ‘ what happens in Lope de Vega, stays in Vegas ’."
"Don't try and be clever with me."mom snapped back, but clearly jokingly.

As we made ourselves comfortable in the living room mom brought us all glasses of wine. We actually had a set of really fancy-looking wine glasses from the thirties. They were octagonal, with each side having a visualise, lace-like traffic pattern molded in the ice. I wasn't sure as to how it was made exactly, but it looked really exquisite.
"So the bit time."mom said, taking a small sip of wine."Actually not very exciting. But better than the first one. I was in my third year of university and we were all sent out as interns at different hospital. So I was an houseman at the national hospital, here in Danish capital. Doing some MRI CAT scan. Helping out over at ER. And another one of the girls that was there with me from my family - 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 think it's good that she was at to the lowest degree honorable about it, but still.

So one day went to her situation to get a twosome of drinks and just chat. We were supposed to be a bigger group, but there was some problem with the shifting and the people that we were supposed to meet ended up having to take dissimilar shifts. Happens all the fucking fourth dimension. The administration is run by a random numbers game generator, so it's a bit messy.

So we get to her spot from piece of work. Instead of going out, we figure - hey. Why not spend some fourth dimension just here, sitting and watching TV and talking Irish bull about former multitude ?
So she goes to vary into some comfy clothes. And she's not shy at all around me, her teat are all over the place. Swinging around, going over to change this, do that, pick 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 Canis familiaris, pressed up against the window of a cat factory."
Sveta turned her brass away, going really red.
"Don't be embarrassed, Sveta."I say."Listen, mom does this. She really, really wants to be cool off with the Kyd. You can't let her see that she gets to you, you'll only promote her."
"But you were basically salivating."mom said, intentionally emphasizing the Son ‘ salivating ’.
"Yeah, I was salivating because I was listening to a juicy tale. There were boob everywhere, you said."I answered, laughing."Go on, what did the tits do ?"

"Like I said, it's not a very charge up report. But you were wondering whether I've ever been with another adult female 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 other like vacuums.
"I'm not a five year old."mom scoffed."I understand the BASIC construct of eating somebody out."After a shortsighted 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 fundamentals of gay guy sex too, but there's not probability of me being a gay man."
"Well, given what we learned today it wouldn't be too shocking."I countered.

I was feeling oddly well-situated talking about sex and sexuality in this company. And I could order by the relaxed attitude of Sveta that she was comfortable too.

"So Sveta. What was your first metre ?"mom asked.
"You don't have to answer."I said quickly.
But after a moment of thought, she smiled and nodded."No, it's fine. First fourth dimension that I thought of a woman in a intimate way, or world-class time I was with a woman ?"
"Oh, so you've had other fair sex 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'substitution piece of work, but I was under the effect that you needed to be penetrated, right ? Something about the Hymen ?"
"But no, because wouldn't your fingers suffice then ? Like, what's the departure ?"I objected. I wasn't entirely sure on how this whole virginal membrane affair worked.
"A Hymen isn't a wall somewhere inside of your vagina."mom sighed."It's like a tendon or membrane on the sides of your vagina's incoming. Like the supports of a doorway. The ‘ breaking'of the maidenhead is just stretching your vagina wide enough for it to tear. If that sounds like a not very dependable way of telling virginity then you're right. It's not."
"waiting. I thought it was on the inside."I said, unconsciously massaging my crotch."Like … at the depth of a phallus length."saying that out loud made it sound really poor fish, I realized.
"No such thing."mom shook her head teacher."I don't actually why the populace thinks that there is some kind of a ‘ shower cap'interior of us. So actually, yes. It's potential that if you only use fingers that you won't tear your hymen. But it's also possible for it to heal up again when torn. Like I said, it has nothing to do with virginity."
"Well. Then when do you halt being a Virgo the Virgin ?"Sveta asked.
"I've no idea."mom replied."It used to be pretty simple. If you've had a penis inside of your vagina then you were no longer a virgin. Technically, maybe you two will continue Virgo forever, who knows ?"
While I pondered this musical theme, Sveta went on with her story.
"So the foremost fourth dimension I thought of a woman in a intimate way was actually my Danish teacher in elementary schooltime. I thought that she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Though at the metre, 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 snog and it would feel good."she laughed at herself."I've upgraded my imagination since."
"I can imagine. How youthful were you when you were with a woman for the 1st time ?"I asked her.
"I'll tell you. But this has to stay in this elbow room and never leave it, ok ?"she said, making sure enough that both me and mom nodded before going on. She took a big gulp of wine-coloured."death year our solid family went on holiday to Mallorca. It's this really pop tourist island in Spain.
So we had three hotel rooms. One for me and my first cousin. One for mom and her Sister. One for dad and my mom's babe's husband."
Both me and mom instantly went"Oooh."
"No, you both are jumping ahead."she shushed us by waving her hands."My cousin is this really hardcore Muslim, she is needlessly strict when it comes to the Quran. Just a pain in the ass to live with. I wouldn't touching her even if we weren't related.

What happened was - one morning she got fed up with trying to heat 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 steamy. So I started touching myself. I let the cover song slip off and I just lay there, enjoying myself. And then I nearly had a sum attack.
Apparently between the time that my 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 bucketful of cold pee at me. And we just stare at each other for what tactile property like … I don't like to overdo, but it was definitely at to the lowest degree a hundred years.
Then I moved. What I did was I removed my bridge player 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, campaign 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 ingest thought ‘ Yeah, alright. I've got clock time for this ’."
Mom burst out laughing.
"Wait, so you had sex with the hotel maid ?"I asked, genuinely surprised at this.
"I know. It's not very romantic. But I've heard a lot of ‘ initiative clip'stories online, about how it's sometimes irritating or unmanageable for the first time. And it seems that my firstly time was well above average.
All we did was - she came closemouthed to me and then positioned herself on top of me, like you would see women sit on a man's … penis."
"Dongle."mom corrected her.
"Yes, the dongle."Sveta laughed."But she sat a bit lower on my peg, so that she could put her digit inside of me. And then she swayed on top of me in sentence with her digit moving in and out of me.
But I was really still at first, because I wasn't expecting this to come about. It was like one of my illusion, but in real number animation. I wasn't sure what to do, what to catch. Like, would it be rude of me to just take hold of her chest then and there ? In retrospect, I should have. 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 wench instead of trousers, you know what I mean ? Like trajectory attendee wear.
She pulled the skirt up, and I moved my deal directly to her privates. I wasn't even thinking."Sveta paused at this dot to toast some More wine."It's actually matter to, now that I think back to the event, that she was already soaking wet when I put my hand inside of her scanty. I wonder what she had been doing in our can. 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 top dog to the side.
"fountainhead. Every clock 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 head, squinting, seemingly trying to remember a year back in time.
"And how was your first sentence ?"mom turned to me.
"You want to get it on my first time ?"I asked, exchanging an blockade facial expression with Sveta.
"Yeah. Now that we're all sharing."
Oh boy. I had to let in that I was really excited to tattle about it, especially since Sveta and I hadn't really talked too a good deal about it. We've mostly just been doing affirmation. Like"Yes, we did that ! ”. Rather than sit down and discuss it.

"First fourth dimension 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 !"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 conservative, as though she thought we publicly urinated or something.
"Nothing big. But it was at the commencement of that calendar week, if I don't misremember, that we had for the first time talked about being more than just friends. And we would take every possible opportunity for a kiss. And we still do !"I winked at Sveta with a smile.
"Then do it now !"mom said."I'll sunniness you on, like a personal … you know how multitude have personal attorney 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"Give me a K ! devote me an I ! fall in me an S ! And another S ! sacrifice me a kiss !"
While I was trying to hide, Sveta moved closer to me and gave me, what was to date, the most sensual buss we'd ever shared.
For a brusk here and now, I completely forgot everything that was going on. Our tongues met, our sass closed, and I felt our spittle mixing inside. It was wet and a bit sloppy actually, but her scent was so powerful and her organic structure was radiating so lots heat that it completely overwhelmed my senses.
As our kiss went on, I realized that our hired man were roaming around, touching our bodies.
Gently I grasped Sveta's wrists and, smiling slightly, pulled away from the kiss.

"Cheerleading does make water a difference."I said."That one was pretty good."
"That one was amazing."Sveta corrected me with a meet smile.
"I never knew I had an inner athlete."mom grinned, looking at the two of us."Maybe I should take up cheerleading ?"
"Let's not do things."I sighed. The wine decided that this particular sentence didn't need any more than work.
"We spent that entire bus drive kissing."Sveta said, holding my handwriting tightly to her chest in her own handwriting."I am indisputable that the bus driver saw us kissing, by the way. But after the low gear 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 billet from her lower second joint all the way up into her crotch.
"In my defense, I didn't even know that we were the only the great unwashed on the bus at that stop. I was just thrilled that this was happening. My hands wanted to go everywhere, under your T-shirt, into your pants. You know that laugh - where when someone posts a moving picture of an octopus, someone else always author ‘ I've seen enough hentai to fuck where this is going'? It was kind of like that, I was the devilfish. Just hands everywhere."
"Nooo."Sveta said, shaking her head word."It wasn't like that at all. You really fixated on my vagina and knocker, but I was the one running my paw everywhere."

"Let's just say that we weren't really controlling our hands to any significant degree."I said, a bit surprised at her comment."The matter 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 superior 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 mastermind not realizing that they wouldn't know 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, hold. Remember, all roads lead to Vegas. And you're the only one here who hasn't kissed a real, on-key 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 methamphetamine of wine. It was full. I thought back to how many times it had been full this night. And then to how many time it had been empty. The bottle of wine-coloured on the table was empty-bellied. I just haven't been paying attention to the fact that it had been magically refilling itself.

I wondered to myself whether this was tope me talking, or whether I was actually thinking - on my own terms - that this was a really thoroughly idea.
I decided to err on the side of circumspection and wear that it was my idea, and not the alcohol talking. Since I am more honest than the alcohol, it would form sense that I would deliver this great idea.

Needless to say, drunk me was an idiot. Then again, I can't really address too many praises of the sober me either.

"Yes. You should totally kiss."I added as second of silence passed, with mom and Sveta looking first at each other, and then at me."I would jazz for us all to give this deeper joining, you know ?"
With that, mom sat herself down on my right face, as Sveta was sitting on my left.
She took Sveta's hand into her own and tilt forward, inviting Sveta to incite in as well.
Sveta took the hint and their brim met right in social movement of my eyes.

Sveta put her handwriting gently on my mom's face. I watched as their mouths worked, softly, smoothly moving, massaging each other's tongues. And after a twosome of heart beats, they pulled away.
And as they pulled away from each early, they looked null 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 curious"laughter. It was more a jape of relief, of tension easing.

I put my limb around them both, going around their waistline. And they both sat down on either side of meat of me. Sveta leaned into me and gave me a peck 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 other side.
"Aren't we all chummy."I said, almost to myself. Something was going through my psyche. Something that wasn't really painful, but still difficult to call back about. Something that felt a lot like ‘ I want to stimulate 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 us. I think, after what we've said and done today, you can say anything really."mom said, finishing off her trash of wine."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 flop now."
"I think we're past that."Sveta said. She was slowly sliding down into the cushy depth 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 have 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 have me."
"Ok, sang-froid but melodramatic."I said, but I couldn't stop my face splitting in a huge smile at that.
"So what did you want to say ?"she asked.
"Right."I felt that appearance was a lot better than 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 deliberate heap on the floor somewhere behind me.
Then I unclasped my bra. I felt, rather than try, their intake of breath.

My breasts weren't that big, B-cups, but they had a nice pout 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 contravene"Oooh"that I agreed with hale heartedly.
I took my jean off and added them to the pile on the level. My filing system required a bit of work, 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 manus 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 minute I rose back up. I looked my mom straight in the eye and I went to put my hands 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 on thing."

Gently I moved my face closer to hers. My back talk landed softly on hers and after the initial middleman, I let my tongue relocation into her mouth, going between her lips.
At get-go she was quiet. She let it occur but seemed to not want to encourage me. And then suddenly she grabbed me with both her subdivision 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 mouth. She tasted of wine and smelled of her veritable shampoo and something else, something that must have been her own, natural odor.
Her hands were on my ass, massaging my tush cheeks and she was making diminished, sonant moans.
After a few heart beats, I pulled away. I felt like I had just been in an blowup, 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 land up 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 decent succeeding to Sveta and without being prompted gave a really wet kiss to Sveta, at the same clip 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 left-hand white meat. Not just the pap, she sucked in a bunch of breast-flesh in her mouth and kissed it, licking it and massaging it with her hands."I really should stimulate done this sooner."
Sveta more or less ripped her denim 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 female parent's white meat hanging just above her face, brushing her nose.
With no hesitation she put her bridge player under mom's blouse and rubbed them, making mom give off a little moan in surprise.

In all of this I had over-estimated just how much control I had. As mom went back to buss Sveta, I started grinding my vagina on Sveta's second joint, massaging her breasts with my hands as I moved up and down. And the bizarre, highly sexual reality of the post suddenly struck me. I couldn't stop consonant myself.
"Oh … my god."I whispered as I came. I used Sveta's white meat as purchase to preserve myself stiff, as the orgasmic wave drowned me in deafening joy."sanctum shit. 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 right between mom's breast. Though they had a bit of sag, they still looked amazing, being roughly twice the size of my own and still pretty perky, though really soft.
I saw Sveta's hired man quickly fingering her own vagina, her panties shifted to the slope, giving me a heavy purview 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 breasts brush against her tummy. And stopped when her vagina, covered by her panties, was right in front of Sveta's face.
Sveta needed no suggestion for this. She moved her cheek right into mom's genitalia, but then she did something that I hadn't seen before. Sveta covered mom's vulva with her all mouth and softly breathed on it. The heat of Sveta's breather 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 actor, and having calmed down after my orgasm, I moved down to the trading floor and positioned myself right in front of Sveta, between her legs. Since her hands were now officious working my mom, I decided to aid her out.
I tried to do the thing that she had done, so at first moved her panties back to cover her wet vagina. Then I put my mouth over her vulva, so that it was completely covered. For a arcsecond I had the image of me putting a hamburger into my rima oris. And then I let out a slow, warm breath 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 mouth back to act on mom's vagina.
I took off Sveta's panties completely and put my mouth back where it had been, but this clip without taking all of the vulva in.
Sveta had never shaved her pubic hair's-breadth, so to figure out where to go I let my spit roam her slit, investigating the labia, testing to see how the sheepfold were placed and how big or minuscule 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 role of her vagina.
This time I decided not to delay too long. I used my hands to spread her vagina apart and instantly spotted her clitoris. It was swollen and ready for a really good metre. I was set to give it that.

Somewhere above me, I heard mom having a pretty good fourth dimension 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 thighs came together and held my chief between her branch steady. I realized that she was about to cum and blame up the speed, adding pressure with my natural language as I quickly licked and massaged the clit in my mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah !"I heard mom shrieking, as from the early end, I heard Sveta moaning incoherently into mom's vagina.
Suddenly Sveta's legs opened and she put a protective paw 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 defenseless organic structure looked beautiful together, and the feeling of sex in the room made me find incredibly horny.
I put one finger into Sveta's vagina and then licked it, grinning at her.
"holy molly ?"I snickered.
In reaction, she bent down and kissed me on the lips, 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 oral fissure, with a lot of spittle being exchanged. I sucked on her tongue and we ‘ clobber'each other inside.
As she pulled away, as minor trail off saliva cashbox 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 front of them.
Mom's right hand reached out to stroke me. Just me generally, stroking my white meat, my hands, my ass, my vagina.
Watching all of this, Sveta slowly started to rub her vagina, almost absentmindedly.
My external respiration was getting laborious and weighty. I felt the orgasm building inside of me like a kettle hole on the verge of boiling, with the body of water beginning to rumble.
Mom was there to plump for me, one of her hands rubbing my vagina from behind, between my legs. She was almost touching my asshole with her quarter round. Her other hand was massaging my breasts.
I felt really mighty imperativeness from mystifying inside of me and suddenly …
"Aaah ..."I came so hard that I lost my Balance and slumped forward, my heading buried in the couch, with the rest of my body resting on Sveta.

The concluding 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 .