Chapter 1

I never thought that something like this would even go on. I mean - there are some cheesy, unbelievable romance novels and sitcom that have some pretty"wacky"site. But I have never actually heard of or seen anything like the situation I am in right now.

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

"Aww, Liny, you know you can secernate me anything."my mother said, after a tenacious minute of muteness.
I had told her that I wanted to evidence 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 natal day you've more or less block looking for my blessing. Why start now ?"
"Because this is important."
"For heaven's saki girl, if you don't tell me then I'll assume you're pregnant and commit you off to live with your grandfather."mom said in exasperation. She wasn't a very affected role somebody. Maybe wry for a radiologist - since she sees patient role every day, but still.

"Ok. Mom. You know Sveta ? Svetlana, a young lady that I go to uni with ?"
"Sure. The girl with the Russian figure but the Arabic parents."mom said, frowning in an effort to think of."I think you said at some point that she was a hacker or something ?"
"No. No, she studies programing. Programing students and digital art students work together a lot at school, that's how we met."
"But isn't programing hacking ?"mom asked, trying to remember what she saw on the news that one clock time about that one hacker.
"Don't headache about it. She's not a hack, trust me."I said, somewhat impatiently. I was not going to go down the rabbit hole of explaining technological terminology to mom decent now.
"So what about her ?"
"well. This april she had asked me to join her for a raise. It was pretty lengthy, we walked twenty kilometers in homicidal heat. When we came home, we decided to take a shower and watch some movies."

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

I had a Wyrd, mixed feeling of both dropping a massive bomb, but also a feeling that the bomb landed on a soft, downy cloud and just fell asleep. Like I was in cushion over saying the language out loud.

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

"Well. Do you get hold former women sexually attractive ?"mom asked, far too casually in my opinion.
"Mom ! No. No. All I wanted to tell you ..."
"Listen. If you are in dearest with another woman, that's perfectly fine. But as your mother, I still would like to have it away these affair. I would ask you similar questions if it was a man you were seeing."she said simply."That totally ‘ homosexual are crappy'thing is reasonably old, I think. It's shoal to be upset by what former multitude 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 of the town. About girls and boy, vaginas and penis. And judging by how distressed you were about telling me this, I think that I screwed up. If I had talked to you rather, you would get known not to care about telling me this."

I thought about it. It made sentiency. My entire life, I've always variety of assumed that mom was asexual or something like that. Like sex was her cryptonite. Which obviously makes no sentiency, since she has two kid. And we didn't just spawn in our designated elbow room 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 game. I will ask you one doubt about you. And you, if you'd like, can ask a question about me. That way, we'll know where exactly we stand on everything."
That sounded like a really freak scary plot, if I was to be honest. But I was now curious enough to go along with it. If risky came to mop up I would just not suffice or lie.

"Sure."I said."But then I will ask first."
"Alright, but let's make java before anything. We're sitting here like we're at a goddamn consultation. Want snacks ?"
"What snacks do you get ?"
"Uhm. wellspring. grape vine. And bananas. And oranges."mom said."I'm brightness level 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 honest ! A cake. Made out of watermelon flesh, but filled with grape vine and hiss. Just having that in my imagination makes me want to ..."she made a violent, crushing gesture."I would wrack that thing so hard."
"Mom, you're going into trendy teen slang a bit too hard."I criticized."It's expected of adult to keep 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 great at being just mom."
There was a short silence.
"That is so sweet."I finally heard mom say, with her back to me as she was pouring coffee."But still. Do you use facebooks or anything ? It's surprisingly useful."

She walked over to the 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 tidal bore to ask her my doubtfulness, now that I'd thought of a trade good one."My query is - are you attracted to women ? Like, any one char ever ?"
Mom looked surprised at the question. She paused for thought, her eyes looking out the window.
"Yes."she said finally."Weird, isn't it ? My question !"
"But wait ..."
"Are you sexually attracted to all char, or just Svetlana ?"
I sighed and tried to formulate an answer.
"So I think that I kinda have to use the process of elimination. Meaning I have to ask myself the dubiousness - am I attracted to men ? And the answer is no. I remember actually being in schoolhouse, wondering why all those trashy girls would flow around Michael, the ‘ hot guy'at our school. He just looked like any ordinary guy to me.
The trueness is that I never really like … anyone. Not sexually, at to the lowest degree. I don't know. Maybe the problem is that looks just does nothing for me."
I realized that towards the end there, I had started musing almost to myself and decided to shut up instead.

"Interesting."mom replied, keeping her poker cheek."Your turn."
"Who was the fair sex ?"
"Who was the woman what ?"mom seemed genuinely confused.
"You know. Who was the cleaning lady that you were attracted to ?"
"Ehm. All the ones that look like Katy Perry."
"You mean Zoey Walter Elias Disney canal ?"
"No, don't be mean, she's a nice girl !"mom exclaimed, but then let out a gag."But yes. I think - anyone I could beat in a fight I like. Because then I just could quiver them into bed."
"No. Mom, no, that's bad. Don't say that."I covered my sass with my hand in an almost comical expression of surprise.
"What ? It's my fancy. I'll be damned if I let someone walk away in my fantasy just because they're ‘ not feeling well ’."she shrugged.
"You know. teen typically don't like to talk to their parents about sexuality because they are scared of what they might find oneself. This is a perfect example of what we fear to discover."
"You know I was just joking."mom said, smiling."You really want to have it away who my kickoff woman that I was attracted to was ?"
"Yes. And how old were you ?"
Mom was mute, but no foresightful smiling.
"I see why it was hard for you to talk to me about this."she finally said."It's not not easy for me either."
"Aww, mom, you know that you can state me anything."I replied, putting my hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, but this gets complicated."she shook her pass."You asked how old I was at the time. I will secernate you who she was, but also hold open in mind that I was fourteen at the time."
I nodded and she went on.

"When I was xiv, my begetter had this estimate of taking the whole family on a vacation in Italy. So we traveled through Germany and Switzerland, the whole thing took three daylight, back then not all of the roads were heavy motorways, so we had to take some position routes as well. And this was pre-smart phone era, so I didn't have to option to just learn cat videos the unscathed trip.

Me, mom and your uncle, Enam, were taking turns sitting in the straw man seat. We would switch at every throne faulting. So this time, Enam was sitting in the front line 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 see where this was going."… so it was a showery day, but pretty courteous for us, the passengers. My dad would rely and gnarl about the rain and about the abominable driving skills of all the other drivers.

But the rain 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 clothes, 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 wearing apparel crumpled up at her bosom and from the side - through her crumpled, myopic sleeve - I could see her really reasonably courteous breasts. I'll never block them. I couldn't take my center off of them.

So. That was the first metre I fantasized about a cleaning woman. My dear, old mum."
I only realized that my oral cavity had been undetermined when I closed it with an audible click of my teeth.
"Wow. Grandma ?"
"Yes."mom laughed."I'll remind you that I was both XIV and it was a really long car drive."

When mom had initially said that her account was complicated, I had sort of dismissed that. But now I realized that what she was probably wondering was whether or not I had been attracted to her at some point.
And I really, really wanted to just say"No ! Never ! ”. But there was a problem. As I was about to say -"Well mom, I at least want you to recognise that I've never thought of you that way."- a storage surfaced in my mind. A painful and enjoyable memory all at once. It was a memory of me sitting on the floor, pretending to read something on my phone, all the while I was watching mom as she slept on the couch in cipher but a t-shirt and pantie. He butt was hanging off of the bound of the couch. The sunlight seemed to playfully trip the light fantastic toe across her exposed skin. And I just couldn't take my oculus away. Looking at that butt was like looking at the secret tooshie of Anglesey Island Lisa.

"You're wondering, aren't you ?"I asked mom finally."Whether I've had a like ‘ present moment'?"
"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 petty tarradiddle, that it's perfectly natural to be attracted to many, many different things. Just stay on 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 antic !"
"What kind of a joke is that ! ?"
"It's from that red cent commercial."mom laughed."There is a starving, African kid - no specific country, just ‘ Africa ’. The country of Africa. The full general orbit of Africa. Anyway, the kid is scrawny and over the footage of that kid, a spokesperson says ‘ No one deserves to grow up without a father ’. And for some reason, maria, a colleague, when that commercial message came on, she added to it :
‘ No one deserves to grow up without a father. Unless you are Hitler ’.
It made me laugh so often. Now I can't get it out of my head."
"I'm … gladiolus that orphan in Africa makes you happy."I said, not really believing the Book that were coming out of my mouth.
"Aww, you teenagers are such prudes ! In my day, we could talk and laugh about anything ! Because everything was terrible ! Have you seen the television readiness from the 90 and eighties ? They are criminally direful. I can't believe I used to view them all the meter. How could I even tell what was going on ?"

We fell understood and just sipped our coffee for a spell.
"Life's weird."I commented after it became patent that we weren't playing the plot any more.
"Oh, it gets really weird."mom agreed."One of our foreman of stave left their post last calendar month. Apparently they had been sending weekly emails to the governance's official ‘ touch us'email destination with increasingly crazy conspiracy theories about what was going on in the hospital.

Before he left, we had an auditor come and examine the MRI machinery because apparently one of the conspiracy theories that the man had was that the MRI motorcar was exposed to the internet and all scans were being uploaded to external servers. Apparently his explanation for how it could act in theory 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 meter ..."I stopped. I was about to recite her about me thought of her butt at night while I played with myself. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. I decided to promise it quits for today."There was this one clip I had a really nice conversation with my mom about all sort. But I think I'm gon na go and have a nap."
"Don't nap too hard, or you'll hurt yourself."mom smiled, and took my empty cup with her to the kitchen.
I shook my head and went to my room.

So I am actually a student, but I live at dwelling house. Since I live in Copenhagen, I have the luxury of not requiring to live in any sort of a dorm. Our public transport organization is punctual to within two minutes to the mark. In fact, populace rapture inspectors track lateness of buses. If a bus fails to pass on the origin station at its designated time, the bus society gets a fine. If the bus is the late to other boodle within a certain window, they also get a fine. There's a lot of inducement to preserve the public transportation arrangement running well-oiled in Copenhagen.

I'm not trusted why I decided to tell the tarradiddle from that point. I guess that's where all of the brainsick things had started.
As you can tell, mom and I get along pretty groovy. The only fight we had in recent computer storage was about our personal smart phone preference. Mom likes the shiny, Samsung I. But I have a blackberry. I like the keyboard and I have no shame.

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

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

I'd heard this before. Svetlana's kinfolk was that form of category that when mortal asked you"So how's your crime syndicate ?"you would answer"well, you know. You pick your friends, not your phratry ”.
Meaning that to the highest degree people would never cull this family unit for anything. They cared a lot about Sveta. But also had no musical theme what they were doing, or so it seemed to me. In Iraq, her dad had worked as a navigational coach for a local Department of Transportation caller. Local to Baghdad anyway. And back then, everything was run using newspaper publisher daybook and folders, not laptop and smart phones. When the war finally came to Baghdad they moved to Kingdom of Denmark and the"pen and paper"attitude came along with them.
Though they have more or lupus erythematosus made themselves at dwelling house in Copenhagen, they still seem to be under the impression that computer programing is just some kind of a fad.

"Listen. Tell them that you will ‘ think about it ’. And come over to my place. I, at least, hold up your calling choice."I told her over the phone.
"No, if I leave now it will only get sorry tomorrow."
"So what you're expression is that you want to stay with me for two twenty-four hours ? We can dress 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 individual is really, really trying to betray an idea to you really operose 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 know why that happens ?"
There was a silence over the phone as she thought over the job."Because they found out that it was bullshit ?"Sveta asked.
"Well. Ok, maybe. But what I meant was that time changes perspective. I promise you that time is all you need to calm this situation down. It's always like that. Someone shouts for a while, gets it out of their scheme. Then, the day after, they are back to normal."
"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean."she agreed."I'll see if I can sneak out. I'll call you when I'm nearby."
"Ok, bye, scream soon !"

"Linnea ?"I heard mom call me from the hall."Svetlana is here to see you."As she poked her fountainhead into my way, 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 center were slightly turgid and her make-up, which she had at one full stop tried to re-apply, was running down her cheeks.
"Your family seem like such a gracious bunch."I said, trying to stimulate a joke.
"Don't talk to me about them."she nearly hissed.
"Well … we have grapevine and chocolate. Come in and hold yourself comfortable."mom said, breaking the ice like a surgeon with a sledgehammer.

I took her hand and led her into my room. There I sat her down on my bed and looked into her eyes.
"privation to talk about it ?"
"Not really."
"Want to … I don't know, sit and cry for a while ?"
"Not really."she chuckled.
"Man, you're intemperate to please. Mom wasn't kidding about the have grape. need some ?"
"No."she said in a midget voice I hadn't heard from her before."I just want to sit here with you for a while."
Something happened in my center as she said that. A deeply lovesome spirit feast through my bureau. Something that was either a medical checkup experimental 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 right and she was on my left.
She smelled of something that I can only describe as warmth. Like how sunlight smells. I snuggled my foreland close to hers.

And at some point around there - I fell asleep.
The rainwater was soothingly beating against the Windows of the car. I looked around, wondering when we were going to arrive. I was about to open my sassing and ask, but just as I did I noticed that mom was asleep on the tooshie 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 jolting the road became.
I was annoyed at first of all."These south European countries need to get their shit together and get going taking care of their infrastructure."
But out of the recession of my eye I noticed that slowly, but steadily - my mom's summer attire was slipping off of her berm. I turned my promontory to watch out so quickly that I almost broke my neck.
In fact, the dress was so far down already that I could see the top of her areolas.
The car came to some turn of events and as we turned, her dress slipped even further down, completely revealing her balmy, blench white meat. Each one of them was just slightly small than the size of my head.
They swung and swayed with the motion of the car.

Not for certain what to do in a office like this, I proceeded only to celebrate. I didn't want to wake and embarrass her. And I didn't want this piddling gift I'd received to be covered up either.
But as we kept on drive, I realized that the dress was still slipping off every time the car turned. It was so far down her soundbox that I could see the shading of her pubic hair.
I had to close my eyes for a endorse because they were at risk of exposure of popping flop out of my head.

Nervously looking at mom's sleeping face, I quickly shoved my right mitt down my panty. The measure of fluid in there could have drowned individual if they approached unprepared. I was 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 horny, the boundary kept moving just beyond reach.
The more my fingers played and rubbed and probed and prodded, the more than on edge I became, but it's like there was a fencing there at the boundary that I couldn't quite get over.

All this time that I was playing with myself, I kept my center fixed on my mom's crotch and breasts. I could smell the aroma of my own odor everywhere and knew that I couldn't keep it hidden. But I also had good reason to assume that my parents didn't know what my sex olfactory property smelled like.
Looking at her bosom, I got the impossibly appealing itch to just quickly reach out and grab them.
I used my leftfield script to squeeze my own breast, but it just wasn't the same. I squeezed it anyway for a spell because it felt prissy and was really tender right hand 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 have an pose orgasm. My non-subconscious ( regular conscious ) agreed that it was very likely. Holding my breath and hoping that the car wouldn't explode, my hand reached out and softly touched the breast.

To my horror - mom looked down.
"Huh. I see what you're trying to do. But it's down here."
With that she took my hired man and moved it down to her vagina. Her pubic fuzz was silklike fluent and now that my fingers were stroking it, I realized that minuscule drop of ‘ excitement'were everywhere in her pubic hair.
She wanted me to avail her orbit an coming. Maybe as much as I wanted her to help me reach out an coming. This seemed, to my brain, to be a very beneficial transcription for both of us.
Both of my hands relocated to my mother's body.
Looking into her eyes, I slowly put low one, then two fingers inside of her.
All the while, her eyes had that joking, mischievous look 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 screen out of get a feel for the surrounding area of her agglomerate. She had a soft, dark-skinned bush around her vulva and so the features weren't fully visible. But as my digit went all the way in, my medal rested on her vulva. It was really puffy, soft and warm. Much more pronounced than mine was, and to me it felt really erotic.
I moved my hand in a small, handbill move, 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 bridge player pushing the finger in drove me quickly to the edge of the edge. I felt like a sleigh hammer had knocked down the fence and I was in gratuitous fall.

My headland, dizzy from the wise feel, fell onto her chest, onto her warm bosom. Instinctively, I grabbed a nipple in my mouth to kiss it and lick it.
I felt the orgasm ramp up 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 face hovering above mine."It's dinner now. follow on. Get up."
"Grapes memorabilia."I said, confused by the dream I'd been having. I didn't want to accidentally say what I had just been doing in the ambition, but I couldn't think of coherent sentence that didn't involve"screw 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 at rest next to me. Ok, so I had managed to keep my mouth shut. Thank god.

The sun was almost completely down. Though there was still some kind 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 town. Not to say that we haven't lived in our honest ploughshare of shit-holes, after mom separated with dad. trapping in any capitol is an matter and a huge cluster-fuck, unless it's like … Iceland where caparison is not only available, it's mandate. But the resultant role of us living so far up was that we didn't see the lights from the streetlight down on our street, making nighttime a bit darker for occupant 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 response back.
"No, you look lovely."she said, waking up."I just want to buss you and - ..."she broke off as she noticed that we weren't alone."-… and high-five you. And discipline with you."
"Uh. Mom knows."I reminded her."But still, we should get up. I didn't expect that we'd fall asleep for so long. I 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 dream. And boy what a vivid aspiration that was. Typically, I didn't commend even one percentage of what happened to me in my dreams.
It was always something vague about me going to get ice cream, but there was no tomato ketchup at the store so the whole day was ruined because what kind of a fool eats ice cream without catsup ? gimcrackery like that.

The food 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 table."I didn't even burn it."
At first when we sat down and started eating, matter were soundless. Not entirely awkward, just silent in us being fussy shoving solid food into our mouths.
"So Svetlana."mom said eventually."How are you doing at shoal ? I hear that you are a drudge, is that right ?"I was sure she said that intentionally to get under my skin.
"Ehm … not exactly. I study programing with focus on gathering arrangement. Not very trashy, unfortunately. Everyone keeps asking me if I make phone apps."Sveta laughed, patting her breast abscentmindedly.
"But can you hack into banks and so on ?"mom asked, persisting with the hacker thing.
"I mean. No but yeah. Maybe. It depends. Depends on the bank, and on what you want to accomplish. I mean, technically - you don't need to know programing to steal from a camber, you could just steal someone's bank card, couldn't you ?"
"But you'd need to cognise their pin."
"Yeah, but say you watch them enter their pin."
"commodity point, I guess."mom conceded."So, how did you two love chick actually meet ?"
Sveta seemed to turn slightly more red at the question.
"Our classes work together a lot."I said."Part of being a digital artist it being able to exchange metrics, you know - numbers and statistics - into easy to read, visual representations. We had a track together called ‘ visual computer code'and she was my study partner."
"And I guess that's when matter got really heated between the two of you ?"mom asked, raising one eye-brow as though she found that hard to believe.
"What ? You met dad in high-school. How is that any more than 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 piddle it more even. Although I had some length advantage with it."
"No way. So he was running around the family, tagging thing with his … thing ?"
"With his dongle, yes."mom confirmed."He was still jolly fast with it."
"I have no words."
Sveta had just given up at this percentage point and was laughing into her cup of Pepsi. Yes. We're a pepsi family. I like the gamy colour.

"That's not how we met."Sveta said finally, indicating me and her.
"How long have you known that you were homophile ?"mom asked, letting the dubiousness 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 super hot."I finished the sentence for her."They have some really perky tits. No sag what so ever."
Sveta just blushed.
"And you ?"mom looked at me.
"We were over this earlier."I reminded her."Probably when I met Sveta, I think."I said, neglecting to mention that fourth dimension her derriere looked into my somebody."But thinking back, there were just modest things 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 fellow ?"Sveta asked curiously.
"No. I mean, all the friends I've had in unproblematic and high shoal were more or less … what is a nicer word for idiots ? We all were. None of us really focused on anything other than just making noise, now that I think back to my prison term at school. thought process back, I feel like I'm an entirely unlike person now."
"You're still my baby girl."mom reassured me."But yeah, you did calm down a lot in the live three years."
"How about you ?"I asked Sveta.
"No. I've always been too shy to lecture about who I liked. And never really had the opportunity to be with the girls I was interest in. I was actually hoping that it would be different at university, and it really is. Everyone is so much Thomas More … grave. I thought I would like it more like this, where everyone are just focused on their work. But I feel now that masses are actually trying to turn themselves to death."
"Seriously ?"I asked, considering the idea."In my stratum, they have basically daily ‘ beer fridays ’. It started as a friday thing, but their concept of ‘ friday'isn't very clear. Friday is more a state of idea than a specific day."
"fountainhead. You guys are creative person after all."Sveta laughed.
"So do your grade fellow 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 courteous about it."she added to my mom.
"well, I can't say that I've never wanted to try the honeyed predilection of peaches."mom said, leaning back and taking a sip from her spyglass."To wander amongst the cherry bloom. To tip toe through the tulips. To motorboat the sea. 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 offset - first - memory of being interested in a charwoman was when she was fourteen with her mom, my grandma.
"Oh yeah."I said, raising a finger's breadth for attention."You told me about the first time. But if that was the for the first time, does it mean that there were other times ?"
"What was the low gear time ?"asked Sveta, curiously.
"Oh, I was young and I just mistook Hilary Clinton for Bill James Augustus Henry Murray. Had a lovely afternoon with that."mom waved Sveta's enquiry away."The second fourth dimension ? The second fourth dimension was when I was already married to your dad actually."
"circular Murray ?"asked Sveta, still hanging onto her question.
"With my dad ?"I asked.
"Ok. You two nosy squat get into the support way and I'll bring a bottle of wine, 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 cocaine addiction later on in life-time ?"
"Yes, but if you're smart, you can lay down some good money selling drugs, or so I hear."mom replied."You alright with that, Svetlana, or do you want 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 inflammation."I don't mind. 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 Vegas, stays in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio ’."
"Don't try and be clever with me."mom snapped back, but clearly jokingly.

As we made ourselves comfortable in the animation room mom brought us all meth of wine. We actually had a set of really fancy-looking vino Methedrine from the thirties. They were octagonal, with each incline having a fancy, lace-like traffic pattern molded in the glassful. I wasn't sure as to how it was made exactly, but it looked really exquisite.
"So the second time."mom said, taking a diminished sip of wine-coloured."Actually not very exciting. But better than the firstly one. I was in my third class of university and we were all sent out as medical intern at different hospital. So I was an intern at the home hospital, here in Copenhagen. Doing some MRI scan. Helping out over at ER. And another one of the girls that was there with me from my form - well, she eventually dropped out because she realized that even though she liked medicine and science, she hated the existent patients."mom laughed at that."I approximate it's skilful that she was at to the lowest degree honest about it, but still.

So one day went to her stead to get a duad of crapulence and just chat. We were supposed to be a bigger group, but there was some job with the shifts and the people that we were supposed to meet ended up having to convey dissimilar switching. Happens all the get it on time. The administration is run by a random numbers author, so it's a bit messy.

So we get to her place from work. Instead of going out, we figure - hey. Why not drop some time just here, sitting and watching TV and talking crap about other people ?
So she goes to change into some comfy clothes. And she's not shy at all around me, her tits are all over the office. Swinging around, going over to change this, do that, woof that up. I'm standing there watching as she almost intentionally reaching 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 cad, pressed up against the window of a cat factory."
Sveta turned her face away, going really red.
"Don't be embarrassed, Sveta."I say."Listen, mom does this. She really, really wants to be cool with the kids. You can't let her see that she gets to you, you'll only encourage her."
"But you were basically salivating."mom said, intentionally emphasizing the word ‘ salivating ’.
"Yeah, I was salivating because I was listening to a juicy story. There were tits everywhere, you said."I answered, laughing."Go on, what did the tits do ?"

"Like I said, it's not a very exciting news report. But you were wondering whether I've ever been with another fair sex more intimately, and the answer is no. We didn't demote 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 other like vacuums.
"I'm not a five year old."mom scoffed."I understand the basic conception of eating mortal out."After a short pause she added :"Oh don't expression shocked. Do you seriously think that I don't know the basics of lesbian sex ? ejaculate on. I know the basics of gay guy sex too, but there's not chance of me being a gay man."
"fountainhead, given what we learned today it wouldn't be too shocking."I countered.

I was feeling oddly prosperous talking about sex and sexuality in this company. And I could tell apart by the relax posture of Sveta that she was well-off too.

"So Sveta. What was your commencement fourth dimension ?"mom asked.
"You don't have to answer."I said quickly.
But after a moment of thought, she smiled and nodded."No, it's amercement. showtime fourth dimension that I thought of a woman in a intimate way, or first clock 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 surprisal."So when did you lose your virginity ?"
"fountainhead. I've never had penetrative sex."Sveta replied, looking at us wonderingly."I'm not sure on how the ‘ virginity'transposition whole caboodle, but I was under the impression that you needed to be penetrated, right ? Something about the virginal membrane ?"
"But no, because wouldn't your fingers suffice then ? Like, what's the difference ?"I objected. I wasn't entirely sure on how this whole virginal membrane thing worked.
"A hymen isn't a rampart somewhere inside of your vagina."mom sighed."It's like a tendon or membrane on the position of your vagina's submission. Like the supports of a door. The ‘ breaking'of the maidenhead is just stretching your vagina extensive enough for it to tear. If that sounds like a not very dependable way of telling virginity then you're right. It's not."
"Wait. I thought it was on the inside."I said, unconsciously massaging my private parts."Like … at the profoundness of a penis length."saying that out loud made it sound really stupid, I realized.
"No such thing."mom shook her psyche."I don't actually why the macrocosm thinks that there is some variety of a ‘ rain shower cap'inside of us. So actually, yes. It's possible 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 stop being a virgin ?"Sveta asked.
"I've no idea."mom replied."It used to be pretty simple. If you've had a member inside of your vagina then you were no longer a Virgin. Technically, maybe you two will remain virgins forever, who knows ?"
While I pondered this melodic theme, Sveta went on with her story.
"So the 1st time I thought of a woman in a sexual way was actually my danish pastry teacher in primary school. I thought that she was the most beautiful womanhood I'd ever seen. Though at the time, I was maybe ten or so.
I remember fantasizing about her … ravaging me-…"Sveta began to crimson"-… just taking me and making erotic love to me. I remember not even knowing what she would do to me. Just that we would osculate and it would feel good."she laughed at herself."I've raise my imagination since."
"I can imagine. How young were you when you were with a adult female for the maiden sentence ?"I asked her.
"I'll tell you. But this has to stay on in this room and never leave it, ok ?"she said, making trusted that both me and mom nodded before going on. She took a big draught of wine."endure year our unharmed class went on vacation to Mallorca. It's this really popular tourist island in Spain.
So we had three hotel rooms. One for me and my cousin-german. One for mom and her sister. One for dad and my mom's sister'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 hard-core Muslim, she is needlessly stern when it comes to the Quran. Just a pain in the ass to subsist with. I wouldn't touch her even if we weren't related.

What happened was - one morning she got fed up with trying to wake me up, and left for breakfast on her own. During the time she was gone I started waking up. And I felt a bit … you know. I was a bit aroused. So I started touching myself. I let the covers slip off and I just lay there, enjoying myself. And then I nearly had a heart attack.
Apparently between the clip 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 cervid in the head-lights. I am looking at her like she threw a bucketful of stale water at me. And we just gaze at each former for what flavor like … I don't like to overdo, but it was definitely at least a 100 years.
Then I moved. What I did was I removed my handwriting away from my … uhm …"
"Vagina ?"mom prompted.
"Yes, my vagina. And I placed it on the bed next to me, because I meant to get up. Like, push myself off of the bed. But. The way it must have looked to her was that I basically spread myself for her now. Like I was inviting her.
And - for some intellect - she must have thought ‘ Yeah, alright. I've got time for this ’."
Mom burst out laughing.
"Wait, so you had sex with the hotel amah ?"I asked, genuinely surprised at this.
"I know. It's not very romantic. But I've heard a lot of ‘ commencement clip'news report online, about how it's sometimes painful or difficult for the first fourth dimension. And it seems that my first time was well above average.
All we did was - she came airless 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 fingerbreadth inside of me. And then she swayed on top of me in fourth dimension with her fingers moving in and out of me.
But I was really still at first, because I wasn't expecting this to bump. It was like one of my fantasies, but in real life. I wasn't sure what to do, what to snap up. Like, would it be rude of me to just grab her chest then and there ? In retrospect, I should consume. But I was just waiting for cue from her.
After a while she actually paused and pulled up her dress skirt. She was wearing one of those blackamoor uniforms with skirts instead of pant, you know what I mean ? Like flight of stairs co-occurrence wear.
She pulled the skirt up, and I moved my manus directly to her crotch. I wasn't even thinking."Sveta paused at this point to drink in some to a greater extent wine-coloured."It's actually interesting, now that I think back to the consequence, that she was already soaking wet when I put my hand inside of her panty. 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 brain to the side.
"wellspring. 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 drumhead, squinting, seemingly trying to think back a class back in time.
"And how was your showtime clip ?"mom turned to me.
"You want to know my first meter ?"I asked, exchanging an chagrined look with Sveta.
"Yeah. Now that we're all sharing."
Oh boy. I had to allow that I was really excited to blab about it, especially since Sveta and I hadn't really talked too much about it. We've mostly just been doing affirmation. Like"Yes, we did that ! ”. preferably than sit down and talk over it.

"First time was on the bus."I said."We took the bus together, late in the evening one day. Literally no one but us and the number one wood 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 cautious, as though she thought we publicly urinated or something.
"Nothing big. But it was at the kickoff of that week, if I don't misremember, that we had for the first time talked about being Thomas More than just Friend. And we would admit every possible chance for a buss. And we still do !"I winked at Sveta with a smile.
"Then do it now !"mom said."I'll cheer you on, like a personal … you know how people have personal lawyers or escort ? I'll be your personal cheerleader !"
"That's … bizarre, don't do that."I said, trying to wee her sit back down.
But she stood up and did a fiddling dance while saying"Give me a K ! turn over me an I ! Give me an S ! And another S ! leave me a kiss !"
While I was trying to hide, Sveta moved closer to me and gave me, what was to date, the most fleshly kiss we'd ever shared.
For a brusque present moment, I completely forgot everything that was going on. Our tongue met, our sassing closed, and I felt our saliva mixing inside. It was wet and a bit marshy actually, but her scent was so hefty and her trunk was radiating so lots heat that it completely overwhelmed my senses.
As our buss went on, I realized that our custody 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 exact up cheerleading ?"
"Let's not do things."I sighed. The vino decided that this specific sentence didn't need any more than work.
"We spent that stallion bus drive kissing."Sveta said, holding my deal tightly to her chest in her own hand."I am sure that the bus driver saw us kissing, by the way. But after the commencement two stopover, with no one getting on the bus, Linnea started to make a motion her helping hand along my inside thigh. Like - all the way up to here-…"Sveta marked a line from her low second joint all the way up into her crotch.
"In my defense, I didn't even know that we were the only people on the bus at that point. I was just thrilled that this was happening. My hands wanted to go everywhere, under your tee shirt, into your pants. You know that joke - where when someone posts a picture of an octopus, individual else always writers ‘ I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going'? It was sort of like that, I was the octopus. Just hands everywhere."
"Nooo."Sveta said, shaking her header."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 comment."The thing 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 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 brain 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, wait. Remember, all roads lead to Vegas. And you're the only one here who hasn't kissed a substantial, genuine 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 glass of vino. It was replete. I thought back to how many time it had been full this Nox. And then to how many multiplication it had been empty. The nursing bottle of wine on the mesa was empty. I just haven't been paying tending to the fact that it had been magically refilling itself.

I wondered to myself whether this was pledge me talking, or whether I was actually thinking - on my own terms - that this was a really salutary idea.
I decided to err on the side of precaution and assume that it was my estimate, and not the alcoholic drink talking. Since I am more reliable than the inebriant, it would prepare sentiency that I would have this expectant idea.

Needless to say, tope me was an idiot. Then again, I can't really speak too many praise 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 love for us all to have this rich connection, you know ?"
With that, mom sat herself down on my right-hand position, as Sveta was sitting on my left.
She took Sveta's hand into her own and leaned forward, inviting Sveta to move in as well.
Sveta took the hint and their lips met decent in front of my eyes.

Sveta put her hired man gently on my mom's cheek. I watched as their back talk worked, softly, smoothly moving, massaging each other's tongues. And after a couple of kernel beats, they pulled away.
And as they pulled away from each former, they looked nothing other than absolutely radiant.
They were both flushed and Sveta was slightly flustered.
Then mom suddenly laughed out gaudy and me and Sveta joined in. It wasn't really a"Haha, that's funny"laugh. It was more a laugh of relievo, of latent hostility easing.

I put my arms around them both, going around their waists. 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 forefront. Something that wasn't really irritating, but still difficult to think about. Something that felt a lot like ‘ I want to have sex with my mother ’.
"What's up ?"Sveta asked.
"No … it's nothing."I said slowly, my brain impression 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 funfair if we stopped here."
"No, it wouldn't be fair."I agreed."But … I don't want to bring in this really weird proper now."
"I think we're past that."Sveta said. She was slowly sliding down into the gentle profundity of the cast. 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 fountainhead."Forever. You can get me."
"Ok, cool but melodramatic."I said, but I couldn't arrest my face splitting in a immense grin 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 read them what I wanted to do. I stood up and took off my blouse. They were both watching me carefully, observing the guidance in which I was steering this ship.
I put the blouse in a careful heap on the trading floor somewhere behind me.
Then I unclasped my bra. I felt, rather than heard, their inspiration of breath.

My breasts weren't that big, B-cups, but they had a nice eelpout and firmness to them that I liked personally.
I dropped the bra behind me as well.
Then I went to unbutton my jean and mom let out an"Oooh. ”. A sort of conflict"Oooh"that I agreed with whole heartedly.
I took my jeans off and added them to the pile on the floor. My filing organization required a bit of work, but I figured I'd find all the wearing apparel 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 thigh and went in to kiss her. I kissed her as passionately as we had kissed before, this time sparks flying everywhere, our noses brushing against eachother, us breathing heavily.
But after a moment I rose back up. I looked my mom straight in the eyes and I went to put my 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 thing."

Gently I moved my expression closer to hers. My lips landed softly on hers and after the initial impinging, I let my spit movement into her sass, going between her lips.
At foremost she was quiet. She let it happen but seemed to not desire to advance me. And then suddenly she grabbed me with both her implements of war 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 sass. She tasted of wine and smelled of her regular shampoo and something else, something that must stimulate been her own, innate scent.
Her hands were on my ass, massaging my backside face and she was making minor, sonant moans.
After a few gist round, 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 end 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 right side by side to Sveta and without being prompted gave a really wet candy kiss to Sveta, at the same fourth dimension as I lifted Sveta's tee 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 point up until it was chest-height to me and kissed my left breast. Not just the nipple, 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 have done this sooner."
Sveta more or less ripped her jeans off of her, she was so excited that she somehow managed to fling them off of her in the position that she was sitting in, with my mother's breasts hanging just above her face, brushing her nose.
With no faltering she put her hand under mom's blouse and rubbed them, making mom yield off a slight moan in surprise.

In all of this I had over-estimated just how much control I had. As mom went back to snog Sveta, I started grinding my vagina on Sveta's thigh, massaging her breasts with my hired man as I moved up and down. And the bizarre, highly sexual world of the berth suddenly struck me. I couldn't layover myself.
"Oh … my god."I whispered as I came. I used Sveta's titty as purchase to celebrate myself unshakable, as the orgasmic moving ridge 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 expression was right between mom's tit. Though they had a bit of sag, they still looked amazing, being roughly twice the size of it of my own and still pretty perky, though really soft.
I saw Sveta's hand quickly fingering her own vagina, her panty shifted to the English, giving me a great persuasion of her glistening wetness.
looking 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 titty brush against her stomach. And stopped when her vagina, covered by her panty, was properly in front of Sveta's face.
Sveta needed no prompt for this. She moved her expression right into mom's fork, but then she did something that I hadn't seen before. Sveta covered mom's vulva with her whole mouth and softly breathed on it. The high temperature of Sveta's breath made mom squirm and moan in pleasure.

As Sveta moved aside mom's step-in, she instantly started sucking and licking the labia, working her way around the vulva, digging for the clit.
Being a squad player, and having calmed down after my orgasm, I moved down to the floor and positioned myself right in front of Sveta, between her legs. Since her paw were now busy working my mom, I decided to help 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 second I had the image of me putting a burger into my mouthpiece. And then I let out a slow, warm breathing space onto her vagina.
Sveta squirmed and laughed."That smell amazing !"she exclaimed.
"No, don't stop !"mom whined instantly, taking Sveta's head word and placing her mouth back to work on mom's vagina.
I took off Sveta's pantie completely and put my mouth back where it had been, but this time without taking all of the vulva in.
Sveta had never shaved her pubic tomentum, so to reckon out where to go I let my tongue roam her slit, investigating the labia, testing to see how the flock were placed and how big or small they were.
I had done this with her once before, and she had later commented that she had really enjoyed how I payed tending to every part of her vagina.
This time I decided not to delay too long. I used my hands to disperse her vagina apart and instantly spotted her clit. It was swollen and fix for a really good metre. I was ready to return it that.

Somewhere above me, I heard mom having a pretty good time as well, as she suddenly started moaning at replete volume.
"Oh my god. Oh yes. Oh god yes."she kept repeating over and over.
Suddenly Sveta's thighs came together and held my oral sex between her ramification unwavering. I realized that she was about to cum and picked up the speed, adding air pressure with my knife as I quickly licked and massaged the clit in my mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah !"I heard mom scream, as from the former end, I heard Sveta moaning incoherently into mom's vagina.
Suddenly Sveta's legs opened and she put a protective hand over her mound.
"Oh my god ! Oh my god ! sanctum molly !"I heard Sveta moan, as mom's naked body collapsed right adjacent to her.
Their naked 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 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 lip, with a lot of spittle being exchanged. I sucked on her spit and we ‘ lick'each other inside.
As she pulled away, as small lead off saliva boulder clay 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 line of them.
Mom's right hand reached out to stroke me. Just me generally, stroking my breasts, my hands, my ass, my vagina.
watching all of this, Sveta slowly started to rub her vagina, almost absentmindedly.
My breathing was getting heavier and wakeless. I felt the orgasm building inside of me like a kettle on the verge of boiling, with the piddle beginning to rumble.
Mom was there to patronage me, one of her hands rubbing my vagina from behind, between my pegleg. She was almost touching my dickhead with her thumb. Her former mitt was massaging my boob.
I felt really powerful air pressure from deep interior of me and suddenly …
"Aaah ..."I came so hard that I lost my residuum and slumped forward, my head buried in the lounge, with the rest of my body resting on Sveta.

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