Chapter 1

I never thought that something like this would even happen. I mean - there are some cheesy, improbable Latinian language novels and sitcoms that have some pretty"wacky"place. But I have never actually heard of or seen anything like the situation I am in correctly now.

I don't know where to start. So I'll just start from where my read/write head is at right now.

"Aww, Liny, you know you can distinguish me anything."my mother said, after a farsighted minute of silence.
I had told her that I wanted to tell her something important. But then completely lost all ability to say anything at all.
"I know."I replied."But you say that because you assume that I would never say something you disapprove of."
She laughed in a disquieting sort of way.
"Since your sixteenth part birthday you've more or less stopped looking for my blessing. Why start now ?"
"Because this is important."
"For heaven's sake girl, if you don't say me then I'll assume you're meaning and mail you off to inhabit with your grandfather."mom said in aggravation. She wasn't a very patient soul. Maybe ironic 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 female child with the Russian name but the Arabic language parents."mom said, frowning in an effort to remember."I think you said at some detail that she was a cyberpunk or something ?"
"No. No, she written report programing. Programing student and digital art scholar work together a lot at schooltime, that's how we met."
"But isn't programing hacking ?"mom asked, trying to remember what she saw on the news that one time about that one hacker.
"Don't worry about it. She's not a hack, combine me."I said, somewhat impatiently. I was not going to go down the rabbit muddle of explaining technological terminology to mom right now.
"So what about her ?"
"Well. This April she had asked me to join her for a hike. It was pretty lengthy, we walked twenty kilometers in murderous heating system. When we came home, we decided to contract a shower and watch some movies."

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

I had a weird, mixed feeling of both dropping a massive turkey, but also a feeling that the bomb landed on a soft, fluffy swarm and just fell asleep. Like I was in electrical shock over saying the Bible out loud.

"Ok, so you say the word ‘ human relationship'..."mom said thoughtfully, not looking particularly upset or disturbed by what I had said."… but does that stand for that you are fully lesbian ? Or only that you are in a relationship with this girl specifically ?"
I had to break and intend about that one. I wasn't really surely. 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 sustain a lot in park. I mean, all the requirement for us being together are there. It's just that we both … wear bras."

"wellspring. Do you find early charwoman sexually attractive ?"mom asked, far too casually in my opinion.
"Mom ! No. No. All I wanted to tell you ..."
"Listen. If you are in passion with another woman, that's perfectly fine. But as your mother, I still would care to bed these affair. I would ask you similar questions if it was a man you were seeing."she said simply."That whole ‘ homosexual are icky'thing is jolly old, I think. It's shallow to be upset by what other masses are attracted to. Unless it's nazi memorabilia, I would rest away from that."
"What ..."
"My breaker point is, we've never really had this talk. About girls and son, vaginas and phallus. And judging by how care you were about telling me this, I think that I screwed up. If I had talked to you sooner, you would have known not to occupy about telling me this."

I thought about it. It made sensation. My entire life, I've always sort of assumed that mom was asexual or something like that. Like sex was her cryptonite. Which obviously makes no sense, since she has two child. 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 trifle a game. I will ask you one enquiry about you. And you, if you'd like, can ask a question about me. That way, we'll know where exactly we stand on everything."
That sounded like a really freaking chilling game, if I was to be reliable. But I was now curious enough to go along with it. If worse came to rack up I would just not serve or lie.

"Sure."I said."But then I will ask first."
"Alright, but let's make coffee tree before anything. We're sitting here like we're at a goddamn interview. Want snacks ?"
"What snacks do you let ?"
"Uhm. wellspring. Grapes. And bananas. And oranges."mom said."I'm luminosity on immediate payment this month, so I had to go with the plant snacks."she added, a bit apologetically.
"I mean. Everyone loves grapes."
"That's so on-key ! A cake. Made out of watermelon vine soma, but filled with grapes and raspberries. Just having that in my mental imagery makes me want to ..."she made a violent, crushing gesture."I would wrack that thing so hard."
"Mom, you're going into trendy teen patois a bit too hard."I criticized."It's expected of adult to keep a more … filtered vernacular."
"seed 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 great at being just mom."
There was a short silence.
"That is so sweet."I finally heard mom say, with her book binding to me as she was pouring java."But still. Do you use facebooks or anything ? It's surprisingly useful."

She walked over to the couch - by the way, I had relocated to the sofa during our conversation - and handed me my cup of coffee.
"Don't get off topic."I said. I was actually eagre to ask her my question, now that I'd thought of a skillful one."My interrogative is - are you attracted to women ? Like, any one charwoman ever ?"
Mom looked surprised at the enquiry. She paused for thought, her centre looking out the window.
"Yes."she said finally."Weird, isn't it ? My question !"
"But wait ..."
"Are you sexually attracted to all adult female, or just Svetlana ?"
I sighed and tried to formulate an answer.
"So I think that I kinda have to use the appendage of elimination. Meaning I have to ask myself the enquiry - am I attracted to men ? And the answer is no. I remember actually being in school, wondering why all those tatty female child would hang around Michael, the ‘ hot guy'at our schoolhouse. He just looked like any ordinary guy to me.
The truth is that I never really wish … anyone. Not sexually, at least. I don't know. Maybe the problem is that looks just does zip 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 poker face."Your turn."
"Who was the woman ?"
"Who was the woman what ?"mom seemed genuinely confused.
"You know. Who was the woman that you were attracted to ?"
"Ehm. All the ace that look like Katy Perry."
"You mean Zoey Disney line ?"
"No, don't be mean, she's a nice miss !"mom exclaimed, but then let out a gag."But yes. I think - anyone I could beat in a fighting I like. Because then I just could exhaust them into bed."
"No. Mom, no, that's bad. Don't say that."I covered my rima oris with my hand in an almost comical expression of surprise.
"What ? It's my fantasy. I'll be damned if I let someone walk away in my fantasy just because they're ‘ not feeling well ’."she shrugged.
"You know. Teenagers typically don't like to talk to their parents about sexuality because they are scared of what they might feel. This is a perfect example of what we fear to discover."
"You know I was just joking."mom said, smiling."You really want to fuck who my world-class cleaning woman that I was attracted to was ?"
"Yes. And how old were you ?"
Mom was tacit, but no foresighted smiling.
"I see why it was hard for you to talk to me about this."she finally said."It's not not leisurely for me either."
"Aww, mom, you know that you can tell me anything."I replied, putting my hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, but this gets complicated."she shook her capitulum."You asked how old I was at the clip. I will narrate you who she was, but also hold on in mind that I was fourteen at the time."
I nodded and she went on.

"When I was fourteen, my Church Father had this idea of taking the whole family on a vacation in Italy. So we traveled through Germany and Switzerland, the whole thing took three days, back then not all of the roads were declamatory pike, so we had to take some slope routes as well. And this was pre-smart phone era, so I didn't have to option to just watch cat videos the unhurt trip.

Me, mom and your uncle, Enam, were taking turns sitting in the front man fundament. We would tack at every gutter interruption. 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 hear where this was going."… so it was a showery day, but pretty nice for us, the passengers. My dad would swear and mutter about the rainwater and about the terrible drive skills of all the other drivers.

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

So. That was the maiden time I fantasized about a cleaning woman. My dear, old mum."
I only realized that my mouth had been open when I closed it with an audible click 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 story was complicated, I had form of dismissed that. But now I realized that what she was probably wondering was whether or not I had been attracted to her at some point.
And I really, really wanted to just say"No ! Never ! ”. But there was a trouble. As I was about to say -"fountainhead mom, I at to the lowest degree want you to know that I've never thought of you that way."- a computer storage surfaced in my mind. A painful and pleasurable memory all at once. It was a memory of me sitting on the floor, pretending to study something on my phone, all the while I was watching mom as she slept on the couch in nothing but a T-shirt and pantie. He butt was hanging off of the edge of the couch. The sunshine seemed to playfully dance across her exposed pelt. And I just couldn't take my eyes away. Looking at that butt was like looking at the mysterious butt of Mona Lisa.

"You're wondering, aren't you ?"I asked mom finally."Whether I've had a like ‘ moment'?"
"Yes. But if you can't or won't order me, that's fine. I don't need to know either way. I just want you to understand, with my slight story, that it's perfectly natural to be attracted to many, many different things. Just stay away from nazi memorabilia."
"Ok. So we'll get back to you and grandma, but what's up with the Nazi memorabilia ?"
"It was a joke !"
"What kind of a gag is that ! ?"
"It's from that darn commercial."mom laughed."There is a starving, African kid - no specific rural area, just ‘ Africa ’. The country of Africa. The universal region of Africa. Anyway, the kid is boney and over the footage of that kid, a voice says ‘ No one deserves to uprise up without a father ’. And for some reason, Maria, a co-worker, when that commercial message came on, she added to it :
‘ No one deserves to farm 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 … glad that orphan in Africa makes you happy."I said, not really believing the words that were coming out of my mouth.
"Aww, you adolescent are such prudes ! In my day, we could speak and gag about anything ! Because everything was terrible ! Have you seen the television bent from the 1990s and eighties ? They are criminally awful. I can't believe I used to see them all the time. How could I even tell what was going on ?"

We fell silent and just sipped our coffee for a piece.
"biography's weird."I commented after it became apparent that we weren't playing the biz any more.
"Oh, it gets really weird."mom agreed."One of our chiefs of stave left their Charles William Post last calendar month. Apparently they had been sending weekly emails to the political science's official ‘ contact us'email address with increasingly crazy confederacy possibility about what was going on in the hospital.

Before he left, we had an auditor seed and study the MRI machinery because apparently one of the conspiracy theory that the man had was that the MRI motorcar was exposed to the net and all scan were being uploaded to external server. Apparently his explanation for how it could work in possibility was so convincing that they had to send someone to substantiate 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 nighttime while I played with myself. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. I decided to address it quits for today."There was this one clip 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 tough, or you'll hurt yourself."mom smiled, and took my hollow 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 place. Since I live in Copenhagen, I have the luxury of not requiring to live in any kind of a dormitory. Our public transfer scheme is punctual to within two minutes to the score. In fact, public transport inspector track lateness of buses. If a bus fails to leave the descent post at its designate clock time, the bus company gets a fine. If the bus is the tardily to other stops within a certain window, they also get a delicately. There's a lot of incentive to continue the world ecstasy organization running well-oiled in Copenhagen.

I'm not sure why I decided to severalise the level from that point. I guess that's where all of the sick things had started.
As you can tell, mom and I get along pretty great. The just fight we had in recent memory was about our personal wise speech sound preference. Mom likes the shiny, Samsung single. But I have a blackberry. I like the keyboard and I have no shame.

But from this point onward, I just … couldn't tear the image of my mom's butt out of my head word. I know what it sounds like. I don't like it any Thomas More than you do. But this is where we're at.
When I got to my room I called Sveta to assure her about my mom's reaction. She had been pretty dying about it too.
We had both agreed to tell 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 thing to her at all. I think it would be no trouble 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 year, they don't do social visit to each other."
"Yes, but have you told him ?"
"No … I don't know if I should. I don't know what the item would be. Have you told your parents ?"
"I … didn't find the right opportunity. We had a small problem."
"What kind of problem ?"
"We had a row again. It's that old statement about ‘ computer games ’. Like my programing social class are just plot to me. My parents are back asswards in their outlook. They don't even believe in electric cars. I love them. But I also wish I could just say them to get fucked."

I'd heard this before. Svetlana's family was that kind of phratry that when someone asked you"So how's your family ?"you would answer"well, you know. You pick your supporter, not your family ”.
import that most multitude would never pick this family for anything. They cared a lot about Sveta. But also had no idea what they were doing, or so it seemed to me. In Iraq, her dad had worked as a navigational manager for a local transportation company. local anaesthetic to Baghdad anyway. And back then, everything was run using newspaper ledgers and leaflet, not laptops and smart earpiece. When the war finally came to Baghdad they moved to Kingdom of Denmark and the"pen and newspaper publisher"position came along with them.
Though they have more or less made themselves at household in Copenhagen, they still seem to be under the impression that programing is just some kind of a fad.

"Listen. distinguish them that you will ‘ think about it ’. And come over to my stead. I, at least, support your vocation 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 quell with me for two day ? We can arrange that."
"No, no. I need to deal with this on my own."
"You know how sometimes you talk to a person one day and that person is really, really trying to deal an idea to you really hard and really passionately. But then you talk to that someone the day after. And for some reason, they seem to be a bit blasé about the whole affair now. Do you know why that happens ?"
There was a muteness 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 sentence modification perspective. I promise you that time is all you need to calm 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 creep out. I'll vociferation you when I'm nearby."
"Ok, bye, call soon !"

"Linnea ?"I heard mom call me from the hall."Svetlana is here to see you."As she poked her psyche into my elbow room, she added"She looks like it's been raining."
I looked out the window at the sunshine 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 power point tried to re-apply, was running down her cheeks.
"Your family seem like such a courteous bunch."I said, trying to reach a joke.
"Don't talk to me about them."she nearly hissed.
"Well … we have grapes and burnt umber. semen in and make yourself comfortable."mom said, breaking the ice like a 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."
"need to … I don't know, sit and cry for a spell ?"
"Not really."she chuckled.
"Man, you're arduous to please. Mom wasn't kidding about the have grapevine. Want some ?"
"No."she said in a lilliputian voice I hadn't heard from her before."I just want to sit here with you for a while."
Something happened in my inwardness as she said that. A deeply warm up feeling spread through my chest. Something that was either a medical exam condition or deep, tangible affection.

We both laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. We were holding hands, our digit intertwined. I was on her rightfulness and she was on my left.
She smelled of something that I can only describe as fondness. Like how sunlight sense of smell. I snuggled my head close to hers.

And at some point around there - I fell asleep.
The rain was soothingly beating against the windows of the car. I looked around, wondering when we were going to arrive. I was about to unfold my mouth and ask, but just as I did I noticed that mom was asleep on the buttocks succeeding 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 chisel, the bumpier the road became.
I was annoyed at first."These Confederacy European countries need to get their shit together and come out taking forethought of their infrastructure."
But out of the nook of my eye I noticed that slowly, but steadily - my mom's summer attire was slipping off of her shoulders. I turned my school principal to take in 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 dress slipped even further down, completely revealing her soft, blanch tit. Each one of them was just slightly smaller than the size of my head.
They swung and swayed with the apparent movement of the car.

Not sure what to do in a situation like this, I proceeded only to observe. I didn't want to awaken and embarrass her. And I didn't want this little endowment I'd received to be covered up either.
But as we kept on driving, I realized that the clothes was still slipping off every time the car turned. It was so far down her consistency that I could see the shading of her pubic hair.
I had to close down my optic for a 2nd because they were at risk of popping right out of my head.

Nervously looking at mom's sleeping face, I quickly shoved my correct hand down my scanty. The measure of fluid in there could have drowned someone if they approached unprepared. I was for sure 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 tough I was really randy, the boundary 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 bound that I couldn't quite get over.

All this time that I was playing with myself, I kept my eyes fixed on my mom's genital organ and bosom. I could smell the smell of my own olfactory property everywhere and knew that I couldn't observe it conceal. But I also had good reason to acquire that my parents didn't know what my sex odor smelled like.
Looking at her chest, I got the impossibly appealing urge to just quickly pass on out and grab them.
I used my left hired man to bosom my own breast, but it just wasn't the Saame. I squeezed it anyway for a patch because it felt nice and was really sensitive rightfield now.
Alright.
Now or never.

I had to do it, because I knew, somewhere deep in my subconscious that if I just stroked my mom's titmouse that I would ingest an gravel orgasm. My non-subconscious ( habitue conscious ) agreed that it was very probably. Holding my breath and hoping that the car wouldn't explode, my handwriting 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 whisker was silklike smooth and now that my digit were stroking it, I realized that small bead of ‘ excitement'were everywhere in her pubic hair.
She wanted me to help her range an orgasm. Maybe as much as I wanted her to help me hit an orgasm. This seemed, to my mind, to be a very beneficial organisation for both of us.
Both of my helping hand relocated to my mother's body.
Looking into her optic, I slowly put first one, then two finger inside of her.
All the while, her centre had that joking, mischievous looking at about them. Like we were doing something naughty. And we were.

As my fingers moved slowly in and out, with me putting pressure upwards when inside, I started to sort of get a flavour for the surrounding area of her hill. She had a diffused, dark bush around her vulva and so the characteristic weren't fully visible. But as my finger went all the way in, my palm rested on her vulva. It was really turgid, soft and strong. Much more pronounced than mine was, and to me it felt really erotic.
I moved my hand in a small, circular motion, petting the kitten - so to speak.
And then she put one finger inside of me. Oh my god. I wasn't prepared for it and just the feeling of her hand pushing the finger in drove me quickly to the edge of the edge. I felt like a sledge hammering had knocked down the fence and I was in free fall.

My head, dizzy from the heady feeling, fell onto her chest, onto her warm bosom. Instinctively, I grabbed a nipple in my mouth to buss it and lick it.
I felt the climax build up. I squeezed my thigh together to maintain her hand where it was and - ...

I don't bed how very much sentence passed, but I woke up by something pulling on one of my toes.
"It's dinner."mom said, her grimace hovering above mine."It's dinner now. Come on. Get up."
"grapevine memorabilia."I said, confused by the aspiration 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"fucking me, oh my god, please make me cum ”.

I paused. Did I say that conclusion 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 back my rima oris shut. Thank god.

The sun was almost completely down. Though there was still some sort of light illuminating the outside, it was clearly dour now.
We lived on the 6th floor in an apartment in a fairly reputable share of town. Not to say that we haven't lived in our comely portion of shit-holes, after mom separated with dad. living accommodations in any capitol is an issue and a huge cluster-fuck, unless it's like … Iceland where caparison is not only available, it's mandatory. But the upshot of us living so far up was that we didn't see the visible radiation from the streetlights down on our street, making Night a bit darker for residents of upper stories.

"Hey Sveta, get up. There be food."I said, nudging her gently into awareness.
"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 cogitation with you."
"Uh. Mom knows."I reminded her."But still, we should get up. I didn't expect that we'd autumn asleep for so farsighted. I variety of feel like we wasted the whole day."
"But it was a good sleep."Svetlana said, smiling.
"I can't argue with that."I agreed, thinking back to my dreaming. And boy what a lifelike aspiration that was. Typically, I didn't remember 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 tomato ketchup at the shop so the whole day was ruined because what sort of a fall guy eats ice cream without cetchup ? Nonsense like that.

The intellectual nourishment 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 drinks for all of us on the mesa."I didn't even burn it."
At first when we sat down and started eating, thing were silent. Not entirely uneasy, just silent in us being meddlesome shoving intellectual nourishment 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 focus on assembly systems. Not very brassy, unfortunately. Everyone keeps asking me if I make phone apps."Sveta laughed, patting her chest abscentmindedly.
"But can you hack into banks and so on ?"mom asked, persisting with the cyber-terrorist 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 steal mortal's bank card, couldn't you ?"
"But you'd need to sleep together their pin."
"Yeah, but say you watch them enter their pin."
"Good distributor point, I guess."mom conceded."So, how did you two love shuttle actually suffer ?"
Sveta seemed to plough slightly more red at the question.
"Our classes work together a lot."I said."Part of being a digital artist it being able to convince metrics, you know - numeral and statistic - into easy to understand, optical delegacy. We had a class together called ‘ optic codification'and she was my employment 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 seize ?"I asked, indignant.
"We were at his spot and playing 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 dead on target. I was wearing a strap-on we had found in his parents'room."mom said, reminiscing."To establish it Sir Thomas More even. Although I had some length advantage with it."
"No way. So he was running around the house, tagging things with his … affair ?"
"With his dongle, yes."mom confirmed."He was still pretty flying 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 family. I like the profane colour.

"That's not how we met."Sveta said finally, indicating me and her.
"How long have you known that you were homosexual ?"mom asked, letting the interrogative stay exposed 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 top-notch hot."I finished the sentence for her."They have some really chirpy titty. 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 cite that meter her behind looked into my somebody."But thinking back, there were just lowly matter that now seem like pretty obvious clues. 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 simple and high shoal were more or less … what is a nicer word for idiots ? We all were. None of us really focused on anything former than just making noise, now that I think back to my time at schoolhouse. thought back, I feel like I'm an entirely different person now."
"You're still my babe girl."mom reassured me."But yeah, you did calm down a lot in the final three years."
"How about you ?"I asked Sveta.
"No. I've always been too shy to spill the beans about who I liked. And never really had the opportunity to be with the girls I was concerned in. I was actually hoping that it would be different at university, and it really is. Everyone is so much more … dangerous. I thought I would wish it more like this, where everyone are just focused on their body of work. But I feel now that multitude are actually trying to work themselves to death."
"Seriously ?"I asked, considering the musical theme."In my class, they have basically day-to-day ‘ beer fridays ’. It started as a Fri affair, but their concept of ‘ friday'isn't very clear. Friday is more a state of mind than a specific day."
"Well. You guy cable are creative person after all."Sveta laughed.
"So do your stratum better half 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 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 scented appreciation of peaches."mom said, leaning back and taking a sip from her glass."To wander amongst the cherry heyday. 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 effective 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 woman was when she was fourteen with her mom, my grandma.
"Oh yeah."I said, raising a finger for attention."You told me about the first-class honours degree time. But if that was the first, does it signify that there were other clock time ?"
"What was the outset time ?"asked Sveta, curiously.
"Oh, I was Edward Young and I just mistook Hilary DeWitt Clinton for posting Murray. Had a cover girl good afternoon with that."mom waved Sveta's doubtfulness away."The moment time ? The instant time was when I was already married to your dad actually."
"government note James Murray ?"asked Sveta, still hanging onto her question.
"With my dad ?"I asked.
"Ok. You two nosy shits get into the livelihood way and I'll bring a bottle of wine-coloured, got it ?"mom asked, pointing at us, probably measuring our reaction.
"We get to drink ?"I asked, incredulous."Won't that lead to a crippling cocain habituation later on in life ?"
"Yes, but if you're smart, you can do some good money selling drugs, or so I hear."mom replied."You okay with that, Svetlana, or do you need some coffee, tea or something instead ?"
"No, I'm fine … if it's ok with you."she replied, her eyes really big from either surprise or excitement."I don't brain. But I'd rather you didn't tell my parents about any of this. They can be a bit difficult."
"So I noticed."mom said."What stays in Vegas, comes to Vegas."
"You mean ‘ what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas ’."
"Don't try and be clever with me."mom snapped back, but clearly jokingly.

As we made ourselves comfortable in the living elbow room mom brought us all glass of vino. We actually had a set of really fancy-looking wine glasses from the thirties. They were octagonal, with each side of meat having a see, lace-like pattern molded in the glass. I wasn't sure as to how it was made exactly, but it looked really exquisite.
"So the moment time."mom said, taking a humble sip of vino."Actually not very charge. But better than the start one. I was in my third year of university and we were all sent out as interne at different hospital. So I was an intern at the interior hospital, here in Kobenhavn. Doing some MRI scans. Helping out over at ER. And another one of the girls that was there with me from my class - well, she eventually dropped out because she realized that even though she liked medicament and skill, she hated the factual patients."mom laughed at that."I guess it's good that she was at least honest about it, but still.

So one day went to her post to get a duad of drinks and just chat. We were supposed to be a bigger grouping, but there was some job with the shifts and the multitude that we were supposed to take on ended up having to take different shifts. Happens all the fucking time. The organisation is run by a random phone number generator, so it's a bit messy.

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

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

"Like I said, it's not a very arouse narration. But you were wondering whether I've ever been with another char more intimately, and the resolution 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 melodic theme. Just clamped onto each early like vacuums.
"I'm not a five year old."mom scoffed."I understand the BASIC construct of eating someone out."After a short pause she added :"Oh don't flavour shocked. Do you seriously think that I don't know the fundamentals of Lesbian sex ? semen on. I know the basic principle of gay guy sex too, but there's not luck of me being a gay man."
"wellspring, given what we learned today it wouldn't be too shocking."I countered.

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

"So Sveta. What was your start clip ?"mom asked.
"You don't have to answer."I said quickly.
But after a consequence of thought process, she smiled and nodded."No, it's amercement. First time that I thought of a woman in a intimate way, or first metre I was with a char ?"
"Oh, so you've had other women before !"I exclaimed, partly in mock-outrage and partly in genuine surprise."So when did you fall back your virginity ?"
"Well. I've never had acute sex."Sveta replied, looking at us wonderingly."I'm not sure on how the ‘ virginity'replacement works, but I was under the depression that you needed to be penetrated, right ? Something about the hymen ?"
"But no, because wouldn't your fingerbreadth suffice then ? Like, what's the dispute ?"I objected. I wasn't entirely trusted on how this whole hymen matter worked.
"A hymen isn't a wall somewhere inside of your vagina."mom sighed."It's like a tendon or membrane on the face of your vagina's accounting entry. Like the supports of a doorway. The ‘ breaking'of the hymen is just stretching your vagina wide enough for it to tear. 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 profundity of a phallus length."saying that out loud made it sound really dolt, I realized.
"No such thing."mom shook her head."I don't actually why the universe thinks that there is some sort of a ‘ exhibitioner cap'interior of us. So actually, yes. It's possible that if you only use fingers that you won't deplume your hymen. But it's also possible for it to bring around up again when torn. Like I said, it has nothing to do with virginity."
"Well. Then when do you stop being a Virgo the Virgin ?"Sveta asked.
"I've no idea."mom replied."It used to be pretty elementary. If you've had a penis inside of your vagina then you were no longer a Virgo. Technically, maybe you two will rest Virgo forever, who knows ?"
While I pondered this musical theme, Sveta went on with her story.
"So the first time I thought of a woman in a intimate way was actually my Danish teacher in primary school. I thought that she was the most beautiful cleaning lady 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 erotic love to me. I remember not even knowing what she would do to me. Just that we would buss and it would palpate good."she laughed at herself."I've promote my imaging since."
"I can guess. How young were you when you were with a woman for the first time ?"I asked her.
"I'll tell you. But this has to stay put in this room and never leave it, ok ?"she said, making sure that both me and mom nodded before going on. She took a big gulp of wine-coloured."lowest year our entirely category went on vacation to Mallorca. It's this really democratic tourist island in Spain.
So we had three hotel rooms. One for me and my cousin. One for mom and her baby. 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 nonindulgent when it comes to the Quran. Just a infliction in the ass to live with. I wouldn't touch her even if we weren't related.

What happened was - one morn she got fed up with trying to fire up me up, and left for breakfast on her own. During the sentence she was gone I started waking up. And I felt a bit … you know. I was a bit turned on. So I started touching myself. I let the covers slip off and I just lay there, enjoying myself. And then I nearly had a mettle attack.
Apparently between the time that my cousin-german 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 pail of frigid piss at me. And we just stare at each other for what look like … I don't like to exaggerate, but it was definitely at least a hundred years.
Then I moved. What I did was I removed my hand away from my … uhm …"
"Vagina ?"mom prompted.
"Yes, my vagina. And I placed it on the bed next to me, because I meant to get up. Like, press 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 reasonableness - she must have thought ‘ Yeah, alright. I've got meter 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 ‘ first prison term'chronicle online, about how it's sometimes painful or difficult for the first time. And it seems that my first off sentence 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 charwoman 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 fingerbreadth moving in and out of me.
But I was really still at first, because I wasn't expecting this to materialize. It was like one of my fancy, but in real aliveness. I wasn't certainly what to do, what to snaffle. Like, would it be rude of me to just snaffle her thorax then and there ? In retrospect, I should have. But I was just waiting for discriminative stimulus from her.
After a patch she actually paused and pulled up her dress skirt. She was wearing one of those ignominious uniforms with skirt instead of trousers, you know what I mean ? Like flight attendants wear.
She pulled the bird up, and I moved my hand directly to her crotch. I wasn't even thinking."Sveta paused at this head to drink some More vino."It's actually interesting, now that I think back to the result, that she was already soaking wet when I put my hand inside of her step-in. I wonder what she had been doing in our bathroom. 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 fountainhead to the side.
"wellspring. Every time I saw her after that, we form of … winked at each former. Or smiled. But no, we didn't do anything else."Sveta shook her headspring, squinting, seemingly trying to remember a year back in time.
"And how was your first time ?"mom turned to me.
"You want to know my first time ?"I asked, exchanging an embarrassed look with Sveta.
"Yeah. Now that we're all sharing."
Oh boy. I had to acknowledge that I was really excited to verbalize about it, especially since Sveta and I hadn't really talked too much about it. We've mostly just been doing avowal. Like"Yes, we did that ! ”. Rather than sit down and talk over it.

"kickoff 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 mighty !"Sveta exclaimed."I'd forgotten about that one. I can't believe we did it there."
"What did you do exactly ?"mom said, her center cautious, as though she thought we publicly urinated or something.
"cypher big. But it was at the start of that week, if I don't misremember, that we had for the first meter talked about being more than just booster. 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 sunshine you on, like a personal … you know how people 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 trivial dance while saying"springiness me a K ! make me an I ! contribute me an S ! And another S ! grant me a candy kiss !"
While I was trying to hide out, Sveta moved closer to me and gave me, what was to date, the most carnal buss we'd ever shared.
For a unretentive here and now, I completely forgot everything that was going on. Our tongues met, our lips closed, and I felt our saliva mixing inside. It was wet and a bit baggy actually, but her scent was so powerful and her soundbox was radiating so much heat that it completely overwhelmed my senses.
As our osculate went on, I realized that our hands were roaming around, touching our bodies.
Gently I grasped Sveta's wrists and, smiling slightly, pulled away from the kiss.

"Cheerleading does make a difference."I said."That one was pretty good."
"That one was amazing."Sveta corrected me with a satisfied smile.
"I never knew I had an inner athlete."mom grinned, looking at the two of us."Maybe I should shoot up cheerleading ?"
"Let's not do things."I sighed. The vino decided that this particular sentence didn't need any more than work.
"We spent that integral bus ride kissing."Sveta said, holding my hand tightly to her chest in her own hand."I am sure that the bus device driver saw us kissing, by the way. But after the first two check, with no one getting on the bus, Linnea started to strike her hand along my inner thigh. Like - all the way up to here-…"Sveta marked a tune from her humble thigh all the way up into her crotch.
"In my demurrer, I didn't even know that we were the only when the great unwashed on the bus at that decimal point. I was just thrilled that this was happening. My custody wanted to go everywhere, under your t-shirt, into your pants. You know that joke - where when someone posts a pictorial matter of an octopus, soul else always author ‘ I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going'? It was kind of like that, I was the octopus. Just hands everywhere."
"Nooo."Sveta said, shaking her head."It wasn't like that at all. You really fixated on my vagina and breasts, but I was the one running my hands everywhere."

"Let's just say that we weren't really controlling our hired hand to any meaning degree."I said, a bit surprised at her gossip."The matter is that Sveta smells really nice. So that when we were kissing - I kind of had trouble paying attention to what I was doing specifically. I just knew the cosmopolitan counseling 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 brain not realizing that they wouldn't acknowledge 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, wait. Remember, all roads lead to Vega. And you're the but one here who hasn't kissed a rattling, unfeigned 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 trash of wine-coloured. It was wide-cut. I thought back to how many clip it had been full this dark. And then to how many multiplication it had been empty. The bottleful of wine on the table 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 imbibe me talking, or whether I was actually thinking - on my own price - that this was a really good idea.
I decided to err on the side of caution and assume that it was my idea, and not the alcoholic drink talking. Since I am more true than the alcohol, it would cook sense that I would ingest this large idea.

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

"Yes. You should totally kiss."I added as instant of secrecy passed, with mom and Sveta looking first at each former, and then at me."I would love for us all to own this deeper connexion, you know ?"
With that, mom sat herself down on my right-hand side, as Sveta was sitting on my left.
She took Sveta's script into her own and leaned forward, inviting Sveta to actuate in as well.
Sveta took the mite and their lips met right in front of my eyes.

Sveta put her hand gently on my mom's face. I watched as their mouths worked, softly, smoothly moving, massaging each former's tongues. And after a couple of heart measure, they pulled away.
And as they pulled away from each former, they looked goose egg other 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 singular"laugh. It was more a jape of relief, of latent hostility easing.

I put my blazonry 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 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 head. Something that wasn't really painful, but still difficult to guess about. Something that felt a lot like ‘ I want to give birth sex with my female parent ’.
"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 glass of wine."Wouldn't be fair if we stopped here."
"No, it wouldn't be fair."I agreed."But … I don't want to make this really weird right hand now."
"I think we're past that."Sveta said. She was slowly sliding down into the soft profoundness of the redact. 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-pitched voice.
"And I want to be with you !"Sveta exclaimed, raising her head."Forever. You can have me."
"Ok, aplomb 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 show was a lot better than Tell in this situation.
So I decided to testify them what I wanted to do. I stood up and took off my blouse. They were both watching me carefully, observing the focussing in which I was steering this ship.
I put the blouse in a careful cumulation on the floor 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 gracious pout and soundness 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 variety of conflicted"Oooh"that I agreed with unscathed heartedly.
I took my jean off and added them to the muckle on the floor. 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 snog 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 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 lip."I really feel it's the right thing."

Gently I moved my case closer to hers. My back talk landed softly on hers and after the initial contact, I let my tongue motion into her mouth, going between her lips.
At first she was quiet. She let it happen but seemed to not want to boost me. And then suddenly she grabbed me with both her arms and pulled me into her. She hugged me closely to her and kissed me deeply and passionately.
Her tongue and mine played, or well - they sort of flopped, around in our mouths. She tasted of wine and smelled of her regular shampoo and something else, something that must have been her own, natural smell.
Her hands were on my ass, massaging my backside cheeks and she was making pocket-size, soft moans.
After a few heart beats, I pulled away. I felt like I had just been in an detonation, 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 terminate 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 in good order next to Sveta and without being prompted gave a really wet kiss to Sveta, at the like sentence as I lifted Sveta's jersey 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 forefront up until it was chest-height to me and kissed my left breast. Not just the nipple, she sucked in a clump of breast-flesh in her mouth and kissed it, licking it and massaging it with her hands."I really should have done this sooner."
Sveta more or less ripped her denim off of her, she was so turn on that she somehow managed to fling them off of her in the position that she was sitting in, with my female parent's breasts hanging just above her face, brushing her nose.
With no hesitancy she put her hand under mom's blouse and rubbed them, making mom give off a slight groan in surprise.

In all of this I had over-estimated just how much ascendence I had. As mom went back to snog Sveta, I started grinding my vagina on Sveta's thigh, massaging her white meat with my workforce as I moved up and down. And the bizarre, highly intimate reality of the situation suddenly struck me. I couldn't halt myself.
"Oh … my god."I whispered as I came. I used Sveta's boob as leverage to celebrate myself calm, as the orgasmic undulation drowned me in deafening pleasance."Holy shit. Holy fuck."I breathed deeply, falling onto the redact, 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 field between mom's chest. Though they had a bit of sag, they still looked amaze, being roughly twice the sizing of my own and still pretty perky, though really soft.
I saw Sveta's hired hand quickly fingering her own vagina, her panty shifted to the incline, giving me a capital view of her glistening wetness.
look first at me, and then back to Sveta, mom unbuttoned her own jeans and removed them. Then she slowly moved her self up, letting Sveta's knocker copse against her stomach. And stopped when her vagina, covered by her step-in, was right in front of Sveta's face.
Sveta needed no prompting for this. She moved her typeface right into mom's crotch, but then she did something that I hadn't seen before. Sveta covered mom's vulva with her altogether lip and softly breathed on it. The hotness of Sveta's breathing time made mom wriggle 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 participant, and having calmed down after my orgasm, I moved down to the floor and positioned myself right in front end of Sveta, between her legs. Since her hands were now interfering working my mom, I decided to help her out.
I tried to do the thing that she had done, so at starting time moved her step-in back to incubate her wet vagina. Then I put my lip over her vulva, so that it was completely covered. For a second gear I had the image of me putting a burger into my mouthpiece. And then I let out a slow, quick breather 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 work on mom's vagina.
I took off Sveta's pantie 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 envision out where to go I let my glossa roam her dent, investigating the labia, testing to see how the folds 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 attention to every percentage of her vagina.
This clock 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 quick for a really good time. I was ready to give it that.

Somewhere above me, I heard mom having a pretty honest clip as well, as she suddenly started moaning at full volume.
"Oh my god. Oh yes. Oh god yes."she kept repeating over and over.
Suddenly Sveta's thigh came together and held my principal between her legs unbendable. I realized that she was about to cum and picked up the speed, adding atmospheric pressure with my tongue as I quickly licked and massaged the clit in my mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah !"I heard mom wow, as from the former end, I heard Sveta moaning incoherently into mom's vagina.
Suddenly Sveta's legs opened and she put a protective mitt over her mound.
"Oh my god ! Oh my god ! holy place molly !"I heard Sveta moan, as mom's naked body collapsed right future to her.
Their defenseless bodies looked beautiful together, and the smell of sex in the room made me experience 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 rim, 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 back talk, with a lot of spittle being exchanged. I sucked on her tongue and we ‘ solve'each former inside.
As she pulled away, as pocket-size trail off spittle 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 front of them.
Mom's right on hand reached out to stroke me. Just me generally, stroking my bosom, my hands, my ass, my vagina.
Watching all of this, Sveta slowly started to rub her vagina, almost absentmindedly.
My breathing was getting large and sonorous. I felt the climax building inside of me like a kettle on the brink of boiling, with the water beginning to rumble.
Mom was there to support me, one of her hands rubbing my vagina from behind, between my legs. She was almost touching my asshole with her thumb. Her other hand was massaging my boob.
I felt really powerful pressing from deep inside of me and suddenly …
"Aaah ..."I came so hard that I lost my balance and slumped forward, my caput buried in the couch, with the residuum of my eubstance resting on Sveta.

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