Chapter 1

I never thought that something like this would even materialize. I mean - there are some cheesy, incredible Romance novels and sitcoms that have some pretty"wacky"billet. But I have never actually heard of or seen anything like the billet I am in veracious now.

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

"Aww, Liny, you know you can tell me anything."my mother said, after a long second 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 birthday you've more or less stop over looking for my commendation. Why starting now ?"
"Because this is important."
"For heaven's interest missy, if you don't tell me then I'll assume you're meaning and send you off to inhabit with your grandfather."mom said in exasperation. She wasn't a very patient someone. Maybe ironic for a radiologist - since she sees patients every day, but still.

"Ok. Mom. You know Sveta ? Svetlana, a fille that I go to uni with ?"
"Sure. The lady friend with the Russian public figure but the Arabic language parents."mom said, frowning in an cause to remember."I think you said at some detail that she was a cyberpunk or something ?"
"No. No, she report programing. Programing students and digital art educatee 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 clock time about that one hacker.
"Don't worry about it. She's not a hacker, trust me."I said, somewhat impatiently. I was not going to go down the cony yap of explaining technological terminology to mom right field now.
"So what about her ?"
"well. This April she had asked me to join her for a hike. It was pretty drawn-out, we walked twenty kilometre in murderous heat. When we came home, we decided to subscribe to a shower and watch some movies."

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

I had a weird, assorted belief of both dropping a massive dud, but also a opinion that the bomb landed on a soft, fluffy swarm and just fell asleep. Like I was in jounce over saying the words out loud.

"Ok, so you say the word ‘ kinship'..."mom said thoughtfully, not looking particularly upset or disturbed by what I had said."… but does that mean that you are fully sapphic ? Or only that you are in a family relationship with this missy specifically ?"
I had to pause and think 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 give a lot in rough-cut. I mean, all the prerequisite for us being together are there. It's just that we both … fall apart bras."

"well. Do you feel early adult female sexually attractive ?"mom asked, far too casually in my opinion.
"Mom ! No. No. All I wanted to severalize you ..."
"Listen. If you are in honey with another woman, that's perfectly fine. But as your mother, I still would like to experience these things. I would ask you similar query if it was a man you were seeing."she said simply."That totally ‘ homophile are shitty'matter is pretty old, I think. It's shallow to be upset by what other people are attracted to. Unless it's Nazi memorabilia, I would ride out away from that."
"What ..."
"My point is, we've never really had this talk. About female child and son, vaginas and member. And judging by how worried you were about telling me this, I think that I screwed up. If I had talked to you sooner, you would have known not to worry about telling me this."

I thought about it. It made sensation. My entire life, I've always kind of assumed that mom was nonsexual or something like that. Like sex was her cryptonite. Which obviously makes no sense, since she has two tiddler. 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 diddle a game. I will ask you one question about you. And you, if you'd like, can ask a interrogative sentence about me. That way, we'll know where exactly we stand on everything."
That sounded like a really freaking scary game, if I was to be honest. But I was now singular enough to go along with it. If worsened came to mop up I would just not answer or lie.

"Sure."I said."But then I will ask first."
"Alright, but let's make coffee before anything. We're sitting here like we're at a goddamn consultation. desire bite ?"
"What snacks do you get ?"
"Uhm. wellspring. Grapes. And bananas. And oranges."mom said."I'm illumination on cash this calendar month, so I had to go with the industrial plant snacks."she added, a bit apologetically.
"I mean. Everyone loves grapes."
"That's so admittedly ! A cake. Made out of Citrullus vulgaris flesh, but filled with grapes and raspberries. Just having that in my imagery makes me want to ..."she made a violent, crushing gesture."I would wreck that thing so hard."
"Mom, you're going into trendy teenaged lingo a bit too hard."I criticized."It's expected of adult to go along a more … filtrate vernacular."
"cum 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 with child at being just mom."
There was a short silence.
"That is so sweet."I finally heard mom say, with her rachis to me as she was pouring deep brown."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 lounge during our conversation - and handed me my cup of coffee.
"Don't get off topic."I said. I was actually eager to ask her my interrogation, now that I'd thought of a good one."My question is - are you attracted to women ? Like, any one woman ever ?"
Mom looked surprised at the interrogation. She paused for sentiment, her optic looking out the window.
"Yes."she said finally."Wyrd, isn't it ? My interrogation !"
"But wait ..."
"Are you sexually attracted to all charwoman, or just Svetlana ?"
I sighed and tried to formulate an answer.
"So I think that I kinda have to use the appendage of voiding. Meaning I have to ask myself the motion - am I attracted to men ? And the answer is no. I remember actually being in school, wondering why all those trashy girls would hang up around Michael, the ‘ hot guy'at our schoolhouse. He just looked like any ordinary guy to me.
The truth is that I never really care … anyone. Not sexually, at least. I don't know. Maybe the trouble 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 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 channel ?"
"No, don't be mean, she's a nice daughter !"mom exclaimed, but then let out a laugh."But yes. I think - anyone I could thump in a fighting I like. Because then I just could beat them into bed."
"No. Mom, no, that's bad. Don't say that."I covered my mouth with my hand in an almost comical verbalism of surprise.
"What ? It's my fantasy. I'll be damned if I let someone walk away in my phantasy just because they're ‘ not feeling well ’."she shrugged.
"You know. Teenagers typically don't like to talk to their parents about sexuality because they are scared of what they might determine. This is a perfect example of what we fear to discover."
"You know I was just joking."mom said, smiling."You really want to know who my first of all woman that I was attracted to was ?"
"Yes. And how old were you ?"
Mom was soundless, but no farsighted 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 tell me anything."I replied, putting my helping hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, but this gets complicated."she shook her oral sex."You asked how old I was at the time. I will tell you who she was, but also keep in mind that I was fourteen at the time."
I nodded and she went on.

"When I was fourteen, my father had this idea of taking the altogether family on a vacation in Italy. So we traveled through Germany and Suisse, the whole thing took three years, back then not all of the roads were enceinte pike, so we had to take some side path as well. And this was pre-smart phone era, so I didn't have to pick to just observe cat videos the unanimous trip.

Me, mom and your uncle, Enam, were taking turns sitting in the front tush. We would interchange at every toilet break. So this time, Enam was sitting in the front and me and my mother were sitting in the back.
And ..."mom paused here. She looked at me, but I was merely looking patiently at her, waiting to hear where this was going."… so it was a showery day, but pretty nice for us, the rider. My dad would swear and mutter about the rainfall and about the terrible drive skills of all the former drivers.

But the rainwater was so remedial that we were starting to precipitate asleep. My female parent fell asleep first. I remember this very clearly. She was wearing a summer dress, it was summer after all and we had been expecting a sunny day.
Under that summer dress she wore no bra. As she fell asleep, her clothes crumpled up at her titty and from the side - through her bent, little sleeve - I could see her really jolly nice breasts. I'll never bury them. I couldn't take my middle off of them.

So. That was the inaugural time I fantasized about a woman. My dear, old mum."
I only realized that my mouth had been out-of-doors when I closed it with an hearable click of my teeth.
"Wow. gran ?"
"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 storey 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 know that I've never thought of you that way."- a storage surfaced in my nous. A painful and pleasurable remembering all at once. It was a computer storage 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 lounge in goose egg but a tee shirt and panty. He butt was hanging off of the edge of the couch. The sunlight seemed to playfully dance across her exposed skin. And I just couldn't take my eyes away. Looking at that nates was like looking at the secret butt of Anglesey Lisa.

"You're wondering, aren't you ?"I asked mom finally."Whether I've had a standardized ‘ instant'?"
"Yes. But if you can't or won't enjoin me, that's fine. I don't need to know either way. I just want you to sympathize, with my little story, that it's perfectly natural to be attracted to many, many different matter. 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 jape !"
"What kind of a joke is that ! ?"
"It's from that damn commercial."mom laughed."There is a starving, African kid - no specific country, just ‘ Africa ’. The country of Africa. The general area of Africa. Anyway, the kid is scrawny and over the footage of that kid, a voice says ‘ No one deserves to grow up without a father ’. And for some reason, Maria, a fellow worker, when that commercial came on, she added to it :
‘ No one deserves to grow up without a father. Unless you are Hitler ’.
It made me laugh so much. Now I can't get it out of my head."
"I'm … glad that orphan in Africa makes you happy."I said, not really believing the Logos that were coming out of my mouth.
"Aww, you teen are such prudes ! In my day, we could talk and laughter about anything ! Because everything was terrible ! Have you seen the boob tube set from the nineties and eighties ? They are criminally amazing. I can't believe I used to watch them all the sentence. How could I even tell what was going on ?"

We fell dumb and just sipped our coffee for a spell.
"life history's weird."I commented after it became apparent that we weren't playing the game any more.
"Oh, it gets really weird."mom agreed."One of our chieftain of staff left their post terminal month. Apparently they had been sending weekly emails to the government activity's functionary ‘ tangency us'electronic mail address with increasingly nutcase cabal hypothesis about what was going on in the hospital.

Before he left, we had an auditor come and essay the MRI machinery because apparently one of the cabal theories that the man had was that the MRI simple machine was exposed to the net and all scan were being uploaded to external servers. Apparently his account for how it could work in hypothesis was so convincing that they had to send someone to sustain that what he was saying was nonsense."

"Weird."I agreed."There was this one time ..."I stopped. I was about to assure her about me thought process of her hindquarters at dark while I played with myself. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. I decided to shout out it quits for today."There was this one sentence I had a really nice conversation with my mom about all sorts. But I think I'm gon na go and give a nap."
"Don't nap too hard, or you'll distress yourself."mom smiled, and took my empty-bellied cup with her to the kitchen.
I shook my caput and went to my room.

So I am actually a scholarly person, but I live at home. Since I live in Copenhagen, I have the luxury of not requiring to live in any variety of a dorm. Our public shipping system is punctual to within two minutes to the mark. In fact, world transport examiner track lateness of buses. If a bus fails to forget the origin station at its designated time, the bus company gets a fine. If the bus is the recent to other occlusive within a sure windowpane, they also get a fine. There's a lot of bonus to keep the public ecstasy arrangement running well-oiled in Copenhagen.

I'm not certain why I decided to recite the report from that point. I guess that's where all of the crazy things had started.
As you can recount, mom and I get along pretty expectant. The only fight we had in Holocene memory was about our personal smart sound preference. Mom likes the shiny, Samsung ones. But I have a Blackberry. I like the keyboard and I have no shame.

But from this spot onward, I just … couldn't tear the picture of my mom's butt out of my head. I know what it sounds like. I don't like it any More than you do. But this is where we're at.
When I got to my 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 thing to her at all. I think it would be no trouble for you to follow and chew the fat tomorrow. We can hang and everything."
"And your dad ?"
"Still not living with us. They've been separated for 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. bear you told your parents ?"
"I … didn't find the right opportunity. We had a diminished problem."
"What kind of problem ?"
"We had a row again. It's that old argument about ‘ computer games ’. Like my programing classes are just games to me. My parents are back asswards in their mindset. They don't even believe in electric railcar. I love them. But I also wish I could just enjoin them to get fucked."

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

"Listen. Tell them that you will ‘ think about it ’. And occur over to my seat. I, at to the lowest degree, suffer your vocation choice."I told her over the phone.
"No, if I leave now it will only get worse tomorrow."
"So what you're saying is that you want to bide with me for two sidereal day ? We can coiffure that."
"No, no. I need to treat with this on my own."
"You know how sometimes you talk to a person one day and that individual is really, really trying to trade an idea to you really hard and really passionately. But then you talk to that soul the day after. And for some reason, they seem to be a bit blasé about the whole affair now. Do you have sex why that happens ?"
There was a silence over the phone as she thought over the problem."Because they found out that it was bullshit ?"Sveta asked.
"fountainhead. Ok, maybe. But what I meant was that time changes perspective. I promise you that time is all you need to calm down this spot down. It's always like that. someone shouts for a while, gets it out of their arrangement. 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 outcry you when I'm nearby."
"Ok, bye, call soon !"

"Linnea ?"I heard mom cry me from the hallway."Svetlana is here to see you."As she poked her head into my room, she added"She looks like it's been raining."
I looked out the window at the sunshine outside, perplexed.
Regardless, I went out to recognize her and saw instantly what mom meant. Her eyes were slightly gusty and her composition, which she had at one point tried to re-apply, was running down her cheeks.
"Your family seem like such a nice bunch."I said, trying to constitute a joke.
"Don't talking to me about them."she nearly hissed.
"Well … we have grapevine and coffee. seed in and make yourself comfortable."mom said, breaking the ice like a operating surgeon with a sledgehammer.

I took her hired man 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."
"Want to … I don't know, sit and cry for a while ?"
"Not really."she chuckled.
"Man, you're hard to please. Mom wasn't kidding about the throw grapeshot. require some ?"
"No."she said in a tiny vox I hadn't heard from her before."I just want to sit here with you for a while."
Something happened in my heart as she said that. A deeply warm tone spread through my thorax. Something that was either a medical condition or deep, tangible affection.

We both laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. We were holding hands, our finger intertwined. I was on her right and she was on my left.
She smelled of something that I can only account as warmth. Like how sunlight smells. I snuggled my header 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 go far. I was about to open my mouth and ask, but just as I did I noticed that mom was asleep on the hind end next to me.
I considered waking her up anyway, I was bored and there was nothing to do in the car. But the further the car drove, the bumpier the road became.
I was annoyed at first."These southward European country need to get their diddly together and get going taking tutelage of their infrastructure."
But out of the recession of my eye I noticed that slowly, but steadily - my mom's summertime dress was slipping off of her shoulders. I turned my head to ascertain 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 spell and as we turned, her dress slipped even further down, completely revealing her gentle, pallid breasts. Each one of them was just slightly little than the size of it of my head.
They swung and swayed with the motion of the car.

Not sure what to do in a situation like this, I proceeded only to observe. I didn't want to wake and embarrass her. And I didn't want this little 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 clip the car turned. It was so far down her body that I could see the shading of her pubic hair.
I had to close my eyes for a second because they were at risk of infection of popping veracious out of my head.

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

All this time that I was playing with myself, I kept my oculus fixed on my mom's crotch and knocker. I could sense the smell of my own odor everywhere and knew that I couldn't keep back it hidden. But I also had good rationality to usurp that my parents didn't know what my sex aroma smelled like.
Looking at her breasts, I got the impossibly appealing urge to just quickly strive out and grab them.
I used my left field hand to squeeze my own bosom, but it just wasn't the Lapp. I squeezed it anyway for a while because it felt nice and was really sensitive rightfield now.
Alright.
Now or never.

I had to do it, because I knew, somewhere cryptical in my subconscious that if I just stroked my mom's boob that I would receive an amazing sexual climax. My non-subconscious ( regular conscious ) agreed that it was very likely. Holding my breath and hoping that the car wouldn't explode, my deal 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 paw and moved it down to her vagina. Her pubic haircloth was silky politic and now that my finger were stroking it, I realized that small fall of ‘ excitement'were everywhere in her pubic hair.
She wanted me to avail her reach an climax. Maybe as a lot as I wanted her to help me reach an orgasm. This seemed, to my mind, to be a very beneficial organisation for both of us.
Both of my hands relocated to my mother's body.
Looking into her oculus, I slowly put first one, then two fingers inside of her.
All the patch, her eyes had that joking, prankish smell about them. Like we were doing something naughty. And we were.

As my digit moved slowly in and out, with me putting pressure upwards when inside, I started to sort of get a spirit for the surrounding area of her mound. She had a soft, dark bush around her vulva and so the features weren't fully seeable. But as my fingers went all the way in, my medal rested on her vulva. It was really puffy, soft and warm up. Much more judge than mine was, and to me it felt really erotic.
I moved my hand in a small, flyer 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 bridge player pushing the finger in drove me quickly to the edge of the edge. I felt like a sledge power hammer had knocked down the fence and I was in complimentary fall.

My promontory, dizzy from the heady feelings, fell onto her chest, onto her warm tit. Instinctively, I grabbed a nipple in my back talk to kiss it and lick it.
I felt the coming build up. I squeezed my thighs together to celebrate her hand where it was and - ...

I don't know how much fourth dimension passed, but I woke up by something pulling on one of my toes.
"It's dinner."mom said, her cheek hovering above mine."It's dinner now. Come on. Get up."
"Grapes memorabilia."I said, confused by the dream I'd been having. I didn't want to accidentally say what I had just been doing in the aspiration, but I couldn't think of coherent conviction that didn't involve"piece of tail me, oh my god, please make me cum ”.

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

The sun was almost completely down. Though there was still some kind of scant illuminating the exterior, it was clearly dark now.
We lived on the sixth floor in an apartment in a fairly reputable voice of townspeople. Not to say that we haven't lived in our fair percentage of shit-holes, after mom separated with dad. caparison in any capitol is an payoff and a huge cluster-fuck, unless it's like … Iceland where housing is not only uncommitted, it's mandatory. But the result of us living so far up was that we didn't see the lights from the streetlight down on our street, making night a bit darker for residents of pep pill stories.

"Hey Sveta, get up. There be food."I said, nudging her gently into consciousness.
"Yes, dad."she muttered and kept on sleeping.
"It's me. Linnea. Do I really look old enough to be your father ? I barely even have a beard."I said, not really expecting a reply back.
"No, you look lovely."she said, waking up."I just want to kiss you and - ..."she broke off as she noticed that we weren't alone."-… and high-five you. And study with you."
"Uh. Mom knows."I reminded her."But still, we should get up. I didn't expect that we'd fall asleep for so long. I kind of look like we wasted the solid 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 dream that was. Typically, I didn't call back even one percent of what happened to me in my dreams.
It was always something vague about me going to get ice ointment, but there was no ketchup at the store so the wholly day was ruined because what kind of a chump chuck ice pick without catsup ? Nonsense like that.

The intellectual nourishment was fried Irish potato with onion 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, things were silent. Not entirely inept, just silent in us being busy shoving food into our mouths.
"So Svetlana."mom said eventually."How are you doing at school ? I hear that you are a hacker, is that right ?"I was certain she said that intentionally to get under my skin.
"Ehm … not exactly. I study programing with focal point on assembly system of rules. Not very flashy, unfortunately. Everyone keeps asking me if I make telephone set apps."Sveta laughed, patting her chest abscentmindedly.
"But can you hack into bank building 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 slip from a bank, you could just slip someone's bank board, couldn't you ?"
"But you'd need to sleep together their pin."
"Yeah, but say you watch them enter their pin."
"Good head, I guess."mom conceded."So, how did you two love birds actually take on ?"
Sveta seemed to plow slightly more red at the question.
"Our classes work together a lot."I said."component part of being a digital artist it being able to convert prosody, you know - numbers and statistics - into loose to read, optic internal representation. We had a class together called ‘ visual computer code'and she was my work partner."
"And I guess that's when matter got really heated between the two of you ?"mom asked, raising one eye-brow as though she found that unvoiced to believe.
"What ? You met dad in high-school. How is that any more than earmark ?"I asked, indignant.
"We were at his office and playing tag. Our regulation were that since he was faster, he couldn't use his hired hand 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 lawful. I was wearing a strap-on we had found in his parents'room."mom said, reminiscing."To make it More even. Although I had some distance vantage with it."
"No way. So he was running around the house, tagging affair with his … thing ?"
"With his dongle, yes."mom confirmed."He was still pretty speedy with it."
"I have no words."
Sveta had just given up at this tip and was laughing into her cup of Pepsi. Yes. We're a Pepsi Cola family. I like the drab colour.

"That's not how we met."Sveta said finally, indicating me and her.
"How long have you known that you were homo ?"mom asked, letting the question stoppage 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 tiptop hot."I finished the time for her."They have some really perky mammilla. 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 time her cigarette looked into my person."But thinking back, there were just small 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 fellow ?"Sveta asked curiously.
"No. I mean, all the friend I've had in uncomplicated and high school school day were more or less … what is a nicer news for idiots ? We all were. None of us really focused on anything other than just making noise, now that I think back to my time at school. Thinking back, I feel like I'm an entirely different person now."
"You're still my infant girl."mom reassured me."But yeah, you did steady down a lot in the last three years."
"How about you ?"I asked Sveta.
"No. I've always been too shy to peach about who I liked. And never really had the opportunity to be with the little girl I was interested in. I was actually hoping that it would be different at university, and it really is. Everyone is so much more … serious. I thought I would wish it more like this, where everyone are just focused on their work. But I feel now that people are actually trying to influence 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 matter, but their concept of ‘ friday'isn't very clear. Friday is more a state of thinker than a specific day."
"fountainhead. You guys are artists after all."Sveta laughed.
"So do your class 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 prissy about it."she added to my mom.
"wellspring, I can't say that I've never wanted to try the sweet taste of peaches."mom said, leaning back and taking a sip from her drinking glass."To roam amongst the cherry blossoms. To tip toe through the tulips. To motorboat the seas. It would be hypocritical of me to be against it."
"So you are ..."Sveta started the condemnation, 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 kickoff - first - memory of being matter to in a woman was when she was 14 with her mom, my grandma.
"Oh yeah."I said, raising a finger for aid."You told me about the first time. But if that was the maiden, does it think of that there were former meter ?"
"What was the first time ?"asked Sveta, curiously.
"Oh, I was young and I just mistook Hilary Hilary Clinton for Bill Murray. Had a lovely afternoon with that."mom waved Sveta's enquiry away."The 2d time ? The second prison term was when I was already married to your dad actually."
"Bill Murray ?"asked Sveta, still hanging onto her question.
"With my dad ?"I asked.
"Ok. You two nosy squat get into the living elbow room 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 stultify cocaine habituation later on in life ?"
"Yes, but if you're smart, you can take in some good money selling drugs, or so I hear."mom replied."You very well with that, Svetlana, or do you want some chocolate, tea or something instead ?"
"No, I'm fine … if it's ok with you."she replied, her center really big from either surprisal or fervor."I don't judgment. But I'd rather you didn't assure my parents about any of this. They can be a bit difficult."
"So I noticed."mom said."What stays in Vega, comes to Vegas."
"You mean ‘ what happens in Vegas, stays in Vega ’."
"Don't try and be clever with me."mom snapped back, but clearly jokingly.

As we made ourselves comfortable in the aliveness room mom brought us all glasses of wine. We actually had a set of really fancy-looking wine-colored glasses from the 30. They were octagonal, with each side having a fancy, lace-like figure molded in the glass. I wasn't sure as to how it was made exactly, but it looked really exquisite.
"So the second time."mom said, taking a small sip of wine."Actually not very exciting. But better than the first one. I was in my third base year of university and we were all sent out as interne at dissimilar hospitals. So I was an intern at the national hospital, here in Copenhagen. 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 medicine and science, she hated the actual patients."mom laughed at that."I guess it's good that she was at least reliable about it, but still.

So one day went to her home to get a couple of drinks and just chat. We were supposed to be a expectant mathematical group, but there was some trouble with the shifts and the people that we were supposed to meet ended up having to take different shifts. Happens all the shtup time. The administration is run by a random phone number generator, so it's a bit messy.

So we get to her topographic point from work. Instead of going out, we figure - hey. Why not drop some time just here, sitting and watching TV and talking dirt about other citizenry ?
So she goes to vary into some comfy clothes. And she's not shy at all around me, her mamilla are all over the place. Swinging around, going over to transfer this, do that, pick that up. I'm standing there watching as she almost intentionally stretchiness to roll down her stockings, and reach something from a top shelf."

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

"Like I said, it's not a very charge up narration. But you were wondering whether I've ever been with another woman more intimately, and the solvent is no. We didn't kick downstairs down, spending the night kissing each other."mom shook her head.
"Is that what you think we do ?"I laughed at the idea. Just clamped onto each other like vacuums.
"I'm not a five year old."mom scoffed."I understand the canonic concept of eating someone out."After a unawares pause she added :"Oh don't look shocked. Do you seriously think that I don't know the fundamental principle of Lesbian sex ? seed on. I know the basics of gay guy sex too, but there's not chance of me being a gay man."
"well, given what we learned today it wouldn't be too shocking."I countered.

I was feeling oddly comfy talking about sex and sexuality in this company. And I could secernate by the relaxed stance of Sveta that she was comfortable too.

"So Sveta. What was your first time ?"mom asked.
"You don't have to answer."I said quickly.
But after a moment of thought, she smiled and nodded."No, it's fine. first-class honours degree time that I thought of a woman in a intimate way, or firstly meter I was with a cleaning lady ?"
"Oh, so you've had other women before !"I exclaimed, partly in mock-outrage and partly in genuine surprisal."So when did you turn a loss your virginity ?"
"well. I've never had piercing sex."Sveta replied, looking at us wonderingly."I'm not sure on how the ‘ virginity'switch works, but I was under the picture that you needed to be penetrated, right ? Something about the hymen ?"
"But no, because wouldn't your digit suffice then ? Like, what's the difference ?"I objected. I wasn't entirely certain on how this entirely maidenhead thing worked.
"A virginal membrane isn't a wall somewhere inside of your vagina."mom sighed."It's like a sinew or membrane on the slope of your vagina's entry. Like the financial support of a door. The ‘ breaking'of the hymen is just stretching your vagina wide-eyed enough for it to charge. If that sounds like a not very reliable way of telling virginity then you're right. It's not."
"hold. I thought it was on the inside."I said, unconsciously massaging my genitalia."Like … at the depth of a penis length."saying that out loud made it sound really stupid, I realized.
"No such thing."mom shook her head."I don't actually why the worldly concern thinks that there is some kind of a ‘ exhibitor cap'inside of us. So actually, yes. It's possible that if you only use fingers that you won't snap 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 Virgo ?"Sveta asked.
"I've no idea."mom replied."It used to be pretty simple. If you've had a phallus inside of your vagina then you were no longer a virgin. Technically, maybe you two will continue virgin forever, who knows ?"
While I pondered this idea, Sveta went on with her story.
"So the inaugural time I thought of a cleaning woman in a sexual way was actually my danish instructor in primary school. I thought that she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Though at the time, I was maybe ten or so.
I remember fantasizing about her … ravaging me-…"Sveta began to redden"-… just taking me and making love life to me. I remember not even knowing what she would do to me. Just that we would osculate and it would palpate good."she laughed at herself."I've upgraded my imagination since."
"I can reckon. How Pres Young were you when you were with a char for the number one metre ?"I asked her.
"I'll tell you. But this has to stay in this elbow room and never leave it, ok ?"she said, making sure that both me and mom nodded before going on. She took a big draft of wine."Last year our whole family 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 first cousin. One for mom and her baby. 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 Moslem, she is needlessly strict when it comes to the Quran. Just a pain in the ass to exist with. I wouldn't spot 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 prison term she was gone I started waking up. And I felt a bit … you know. I was a bit horny. So I started touching myself. I let the screening slip off and I just lay there, enjoying myself. And then I nearly had a heart attack.
Apparently between the clock time that my cousin-german left and I started touching myself, the cleaning housemaid had come into the room. She had probably not seen that I was still there because I was buried under the blankets.
So she is looking at me like a deer in the head-lights. I am looking at her like she threw a bucket of cold water at me. And we just stare at each other for what feeling like … I don't like to exaggerate, but it was definitely at least a century years.
Then I moved. What I did was I removed my hired hand away from my … uhm …"
"Vagina ?"mom prompted.
"Yes, my vagina. And I placed it on the bed next to me, because I meant to get up. Like, push myself off of the bed. But. The way it must get looked to her was that I basically spread myself for her now. Like I was inviting her.
And - for some reason - she must receive thought ‘ Yeah, alright. I've got time for this ’."
Mom burst out laughing.
"delay, 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 metre'storey online, about how it's sometimes awful or difficult for the number one time. And it seems that my first time was well above average.
All we did was - she came tight to me and then positioned herself on top of me, like you would see women sit on a man's … penis."
"Dongle."mom corrected her.
"Yes, the dongle."Sveta laughed."But she sat a bit lower on my legs, so that she could put her fingerbreadth inside of me. And then she swayed on top of me in meter with her finger moving in and out of me.
But I was really still at first, because I wasn't expecting this to happen. It was like one of my illusion, but in real liveliness. I wasn't certain what to do, what to grab. Like, would it be rude of me to just grab her chest then and there ? In retrospect, I should throw. But I was just waiting for cues from her.
After a spell she actually paused and pulled up her garb doll. She was wearing one of those black uniforms with skirts instead of pant, you know what I mean ? Like flight attendants wear.
She pulled the skirt up, and I moved my hand directly to her crotch. I wasn't even thinking."Sveta paused at this head to drink in some more wine-colored."It's actually interesting, now that I think back to the event, that she was already soaking wet when I put my hand inside of her panties. I wonder what she had been doing in our privy. I don't think she was just cleaning it."Sveta laughed.
"Thank you for those details."I said, feeling very hot and basically chugging wine.
"Did you see her again ?"mom asked, leaning her head to the side.
"well. Every sentence I saw her after that, we kind of … winked at each former. Or smiled. But no, we didn't do anything else."Sveta shook her school principal, squinting, seemingly trying to call up a year back in time.
"And how was your first clip ?"mom turned to me.
"You want to sleep with my first time ?"I asked, exchanging an humiliated looking at with Sveta.
"Yeah. Now that we're all sharing."
Oh boy. I had to admit that I was really excited to talk about it, especially since Sveta and I hadn't really talked too much about it. We've mostly just been doing affirmation. Like"Yes, we did that ! ”. Rather than sit down and discuss it.

"offset meter was on the bus."I said."We took the bus together, late in the evening one day. Literally no one but us and the driver was on board."
"Oh, that's right !"Sveta exclaimed."I'd forgotten about that one. I can't believe we did it there."
"What did you do exactly ?"mom said, her eyes timid, as though she thought we publicly urinated or something.
"Nothing big. But it was at the get-go of that calendar week, if I don't misremember, that we had for the low time talked about being Thomas More than just friends. And we would take every possible opportunity for a candy kiss. And we still do !"I winked at Sveta with a smile.
"Then do it now !"mom said."I'll cheer you on, like a personal … you know how people have personal attorney or bodyguards ? I'll be your personal cheerleader !"
"That's … bizarre, don't do that."I said, trying to constitute her sit back down.
But she stood up and did a piddling terpsichore while saying"springiness me a K ! Give me an I ! Give me an S ! And another S ! generate me a buss !"
While I was trying to enshroud, Sveta moved closer to me and gave me, what was to day of the month, the most sensual kiss we'd ever shared.
For a inadequate consequence, I completely forgot everything that was going on. Our tongues met, our lip closed, and I felt our saliva mixing inside. It was wet and a bit sloppy actually, but her scent was so powerful and her consistency was radiating so lots heating plant that it completely overwhelmed my senses.
As our kiss went on, I realized that our men were roaming around, touching our bodies.
Gently I grasped Sveta's articulatio radiocarpea 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 meet smile.
"I never knew I had an inner athlete."mom grinned, looking at the two of us."Maybe I should guide up cheerleading ?"
"Let's not do things."I sighed. The wine-coloured decided that this specific condemnation didn't need any more work.
"We spent that entire bus drive kissing."Sveta said, holding my manus tightly to her bureau in her own hand."I am indisputable that the bus driver saw us kissing, by the way. But after the beginning two arrest, with no one getting on the bus, Linnea started to displace her hired man along my intimate second joint. Like - all the way up to here-…"Sveta marked a telephone line from her lower thigh 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 t-shirt, into your drawers. You know that joke - where when someone posts a flick of an devilfish, someone else always author ‘ I've seen enough hentai to make out where this is going'? It was kind of like that, I was the devilfish. Just hands everywhere."
"Nooo."Sveta said, shaking her chief."It wasn't like that at all. You really fixated on my vagina and breasts, but I was the one running my hired man everywhere."

"Let's just say that we weren't really controlling our hands to any significant degree."I said, a bit surprised at her comment."The thing is that Sveta smells really gracious. So that when we were kissing - I sort of had trouble paying tending to what I was doing specifically. I just knew the world-wide management 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 mind 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 Lope de Vega. And you're the but one here who hasn't kissed a real, true woman."I persisted.
"Are you sure ?"Sveta asked, hesitantly but not reluctantly."And it's what Stays in Vega- ..."
"It's only fair."I interrupted her. I looked at my ice of vino. It was replete. I thought back to how many times it had been full-of-the-moon this night. And then to how many time it had been empty. The bottle of vino on the board was empty-bellied. I just haven't been paying care to the fact that it had been magically refilling itself.

I wondered to myself whether this was tope me talking, or whether I was actually thinking - on my own footing - that this was a really proficient idea.
I decided to err on the side of caution and usurp that it was my idea, and not the alcohol talking. Since I am more reliable than the alcohol, it would take in sense that I would have this large idea.

phonograph needle to say, drink in me was an moron. Then again, I can't really speak too many praises of the sober me either.

"Yes. You should totally kiss."I added as bit of muteness passed, with mom and Sveta looking first at each former, and then at me."I would love for us all to have this deeply 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 paw into her own and list forward, inviting Sveta to act in as well.
Sveta took the touch and their backtalk met right-hand in presence of my eyes.

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

I put my arms around them both, going around their waist. 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 read/write 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 think about. Something that felt a lot like ‘ I want to get sex with my female parent ’.
"What's up ?"Sveta asked.
"No … it's nothing."I said slowly, my learning ability tone muddy and unfocused.
"You can assure 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 proper now."
"I think we're past that."Sveta said. She was slowly sliding down into the subdued profundity of the sofa. Like she was trying to relax harder with every second.
"It's just that I really like you."I said to Sveta."Like, I really, genuinely want to be with you and have you in my life."
"That's sweet."my mom said in an uncharacteristically high voice.
"And I want to be with you !"Sveta exclaimed, raising her read/write head."Forever. You can own me."
"Ok, cool but melodramatic."I said, but I couldn't cease my face splitting in a vast smile at that.
"So what did you need to say ?"she asked.
"Right."I felt that appearance was a lot better than tell in this situation.
So I decided to show them what I wanted to do. I stood up and took off my blouse. They were both watching me carefully, observing the direction in which I was steering this ship.
I put the blouse in a careful pot on the base somewhere behind me.
Then I unclasped my bra. I felt, rather than heard, their uptake of breath.

My breasts weren't that big, B-cups, but they had a decent moue and firmness to them that I liked personally.
I dropped the bra behind me as well.
Then I went to unbutton my dungaree and mom let out an"Oooh. ”. A sort of conflicted"Oooh"that I agreed with hale heartedly.
I took my blue jean off and added them to the pile 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 thighs. I parted her second joint 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 consequence I rose back up. I looked my mom straight in the center and I went to put my deal on her thighs.
"Oh, dear - let's not do this."she said, but with absolutely zero conviction.
"But I think we should."I said, and kissed her on the sassing."I really palpate it's the right thing."

Gently I moved my face closer to hers. My lips landed softly on hers and after the initial contact, I let my glossa move into her mouth, going between her lips.
At first she was quiet. She let it happen but seemed to not require to advance me. And then suddenly she grabbed me with both her arms and pulled me into her. She hugged me closely to her and kissed me deeply and passionately.
Her knife and mine played, or well - they sort of flopped, around in our mouths. She tasted of vino and smelled of her habitue shampoo and something else, something that must have been her own, natural scent.
Her hands were on my ass, massaging my butt joint cheeks and she was making small, cushy moans.
After a few pump round, I pulled away. I felt like I had just been in an plosion, still slightly shell-shocked.
"I hate to interrupt."Sveta said."But that was so hot. Have you two … you know …"
Mom and I paused, waiting for her to finish the sentence.
"Have you two done anything with each 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 next to Sveta and without being prompted gave a really wet kiss to Sveta, at the Sami time 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 head up until it was chest-height to me and kissed my left chest. 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 sex that she somehow managed to fling them off of her in the position that she was sitting in, with my mother's tit hanging just above her side, brushing her nose.
With no indisposition she put her bridge player under mom's blouse and rubbed them, making mom founder off a slim moan in surprise.

In all of this I had over-estimated just how much command I had. As mom went back to kiss Sveta, I started grinding my vagina on Sveta's thigh, massaging her breast with my hands as I moved up and down. And the bizarre, highly sexual reality of the place suddenly struck me. I couldn't layover myself.
"Oh … my god."I whispered as I came. I used Sveta's breasts as purchase to prevent myself steady, as the orgasmic waving drowned me in deafening pleasure."sanctum shit. sanctum fuck."I breathed deeply, falling onto the sofa, 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 side was right between mom's white meat. Though they had a bit of sag, they still looked amazing, being roughly twice the size of my own and still pretty perky, though really soft.
I saw Sveta's hand quickly fingering her own vagina, her panties shifted to the side, giving me a great view of her glistening wetness.
Looking first at me, and then back to Sveta, mom unbuttoned her own blue jean and removed them. Then she slowly moved her self up, letting Sveta's chest brush against her stomach. And stopped when her vagina, covered by her panties, was right in front of Sveta's face.
Sveta needed no prompting for this. She moved her face 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 heat of Sveta's breath made mom squirm and moan in pleasure.

As Sveta moved aside mom's panties, she instantly started sucking and licking the labia, working her way around the vulva, digging for the clit.
Being a team player, and having calmed down after my orgasm, I moved down to the floor and positioned myself right in figurehead of Sveta, between her ramification. Since her helping hand 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 incubate her wet vagina. Then I put my mouthpiece over her vulva, so that it was completely covered. For a endorse I had the epitome of me putting a burger into my mouth. And then I let out a slow, warmly breathing place onto her vagina.
Sveta squirmed and laughed."That tactile property amazing !"she exclaimed.
"No, don't stop !"mom whined instantly, taking Sveta's head and placing her lip back to form on mom's vagina.
I took off Sveta's panty completely and put my back talk back where it had been, but this time without taking all of the vulva in.
Sveta had never shaved her pubic hair, so to calculate out where to go I let my tongue roam her scratch, investigating the labia, testing to see how the crimp were placed and how big or minor they were.
I had done this with her once before, and she had later commented that she had really enjoyed how I payed attending to every division of her vagina.
This time I decided not to delay too long. I used my hands to unfold her vagina apart and instantly spotted her button. It was swollen and ready for a really good sentence. I was prepare to generate it that.

Somewhere above me, I heard mom having a pretty safe clock 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 second joint came together and held my head between her ramification unshakable. I realized that she was about to cum and pick up the hurrying, adding 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 other 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 ! holy place molly !"I heard Sveta moan, as mom's naked physical structure collapsed proper future to her.
Their defenseless bodies looked beautiful together, and the smell of sex in the elbow room made me feel incredibly horny.
I put one finger into Sveta's vagina and then licked it, grinning at her.
"holy place molly ?"I snickered.
In response, 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 mouth, with a lot of saliva being exchanged. I sucked on her spit and we ‘ clobber'each former inside.
As she pulled away, as small trail off saliva till hung on. My right hired man 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 correct hand reached out to stroke me. Just me generally, stroking my breasts, my handwriting, my ass, my vagina.
watching all of this, Sveta slowly started to rub her vagina, almost absentmindedly.
My breathing was getting heavier and grave. I felt the orgasm building inside of me like a timpani on the threshold of boiling, with the body of 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 prick with her thumb. Her other hand was massaging my breasts.
I felt really hefty press from mysterious inside of me and suddenly …
"Aaah ..."I came so voiceless that I lost my balance and slumped forward, my head buried in the couch, with the rest of my body resting on Sveta.

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