Chapter 1

I never thought that something like this would even happen. I mean - there are some cheesy, unlikely romance novels and situation comedy that have some pretty"balmy"spot. But I have never actually heard of or seen anything like the situation I am in mightily now.

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

"Aww, Liny, you know you can differentiate me anything."my mother said, after a hanker minute of quiet.
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 give up looking for my approval. Why starting time now ?"
"Because this is important."
"For heaven's sake missy, if you don't tell me then I'll assume you're pregnant and send you off to live with your grandfather."mom said in exasperation. She wasn't a very patient person. Maybe ironic for a radiologist - since she sees patient every day, but still.

"Ok. Mom. You know Sveta ? Svetlana, a girl that I go to uni with ?"
"Sure. The girl with the Russian epithet but the Arabic parents."mom said, frowning in an effort to commemorate."I think you said at some percentage point that she was a hack or something ?"
"No. No, she studies programing. Programing students and digital art student work together a lot at schooling, that's how we met."
"But isn't programing hacking ?"mom asked, trying to recollect what she saw on the word that one 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 rabbit hole of explaining technological nomenclature to mom right now.
"So what about her ?"
"well. This april she had asked me to join her for a hike. It was pretty lengthy, we walked twenty dollar bill klick in murderous high temperature. When we came home, we decided to take a shower and watch some movies."

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

I had a weird, mixed feeling of both dropping a monumental bomb, but also a feeling that the bomb landed on a flaccid, fluffy cloud and just fell asleep. Like I was in jar over saying the words out loud.

"Ok, so you say the word of honor ‘ 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 intermit and consider about that one. I wasn't really for sure. I wasn't really sure whether I even knew or not.
"How would I know ?"I asked before I could contain myself."Like … I like her a lot. We hang out and have a lot in common. I mean, all the prerequisites for us being together are there. It's just that we both … wear bras."

"Well. Do you find early 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 passion with another woman, that's perfectly fine. But as your mother, I still would like to eff these matter. I would ask you exchangeable interrogation if it was a man you were seeing."she said simply."That whole ‘ gay are icky'affair is middling old, I think. It's shallow to be upset by what other hoi polloi are attracted to. Unless it's national socialist memorabilia, I would stay away from that."
"What ..."
"My point is, we've never really had this public lecture. About young lady and boys, vaginas and penises. And judging by how interest you were about telling me this, I think that I screwed up. If I had talked to you Oklahoman, you would give birth known not to worry about telling me this."

I thought about it. It made sense. My entire life, I've always sort of assumed that mom was nonsexual or something like that. Like sex was her cryptonite. Which obviously makes no common sense, since she has two kids. 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 stochasticity."Let's play a plot. 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 freaking scary secret plan, if I was to be honest. But I was now curious enough to go along with it. If worse came to worst I would just not answer or lie.

"Sure."I said."But then I will ask first."
"Alright, but let's make coffee before anything. We're sitting here like we're at a goddamn interview. require bite ?"
"What snacks do you have ?"
"Uhm. Well. Grapes. And banana tree. And oranges."mom said."I'm sparkle on cash this calendar month, so I had to go with the plant snacks."she added, a bit apologetically.
"I mean. Everyone loves grapes."
"That's so truthful ! A patty. Made out of watermelon build, but filled with grapes and raspberries. Just having that in my resource makes me want to ..."she made a violent, crushing gesture."I would wreck that affair so hard."
"Mom, you're going into voguish stripling lingo a bit too hard."I criticized."It's expected of adult to keep a more … filtered vernacular."
"Come 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 enceinte 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 couch 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 enquiry, now that I'd mentation of a upright one."My inquiry is - are you attracted to women ? Like, any one cleaning lady ever ?"
Mom looked surprised at the question. She paused for thought, her middle looking out the window.
"Yes."she said finally."Weird, isn't it ? My query !"
"But wait ..."
"Are you sexually attracted to all women, or just Svetlana ?"
I sighed and tried to articulate an answer.
"So I think that I kinda have to use the summons of elimination. Meaning I have to ask myself the interrogative - am I attracted to men ? And the answer is no. I remember actually being in school, wondering why all those trashy girls would fall around Michael, the ‘ hot guy'at our schooling. He just looked like any ordinary guy to me.
The truth is that I never really liked … anyone. Not sexually, at least. I don't know. Maybe the job 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 game grimace."Your turn."
"Who was the woman ?"
"Who was the woman what ?"mom seemed genuinely confused.
"You know. Who was the charwoman that you were attracted to ?"
"Ehm. All the ones that look like Katy Perry."
"You mean Zoey Disney groove ?"
"No, don't be mean, she's a nice girl !"mom exclaimed, but then let out a jest."But yes. I think - anyone I could baffle in a fighting I like. Because then I just could nonplus them into bed."
"No. Mom, no, that's bad. Don't say that."I covered my oral cavity with my script in an almost comical locution of surprise.
"What ? It's my fantasy. I'll be damned if I let someone take the air away in my fantasy just because they're ‘ not feeling well ’."she shrugged.
"You know. stripling typically don't like to talk to their parents about sexuality because they are scared of what they might find. This is a sodding good example of what we fear to discover."
"You know I was just joking."mom said, smiling."You really want to know who my first charwoman that I was attracted to was ?"
"Yes. And how old were you ?"
Mom was silent, but no longer smiling.
"I see why it was hard for you to talk to me about this."she finally said."It's not not sluttish for me either."
"Aww, mom, you know that you can tell me anything."I replied, putting my hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, but this gets complicated."she shook her head."You asked how old I was at the time. I will separate you who she was, but also prevent in psyche that I was fourteen at the time."
I nodded and she went on.

"When I was 14, my Father had this idea of taking the whole household on a holiday in Italia. So we traveled through Federal Republic of Germany and Switzerland, the entirely thing took three days, back then not all of the route were boastfully throughway, so we had to take some side of meat routes as well. And this was pre-smart headphone era, so I didn't have to option to just follow cat videos the whole trip.

Me, mom and your uncle, Enam, were taking turns sitting in the nominal head keister. We would tack 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 see where this was going."… so it was a rainy day, but pretty overnice for us, the passengers. My dad would swear and mutter about the rainwater and about the direful driving acquirement of all the other drivers.

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

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

When mom had initially said that her story was complicated, I had variety of dismissed that. But now I realized that what she was probably wondering was whether or not I had been attracted to her at some point.
And I really, really wanted to just say"No ! Never ! ”. But there was a problem. As I was about to say -"Well mom, I at to the lowest degree want you to sleep with that I've never thought of you that way."- a memory surfaced in my mind. A painful and pleasurable memory board all at once. It was a memory of me sitting on the flooring, pretending to read something on my phone, all the while I was watching mom as she slept on the couch in naught but a t-shirt and panties. He butt was hanging off of the boundary of the couch. The sun seemed to playfully trip the light fantastic toe across her exposed cutis. And I just couldn't take my heart away. Looking at that butt was like looking at the mysterious cigarette of Mona Lisa.

"You're wondering, aren't you ?"I asked mom finally."Whether I've had a interchangeable ‘ minute'?"
"Yes. But if you can't or won't secernate me, that's fine. I don't need to know either way. I just want you to understand, with my niggling floor, that it's perfectly natural to be attracted to many, many different things. Just persist 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 jocularity !"
"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 res publica of Africa. The general surface area of Africa. Anyway, the kid is skinny and over the footage of that kid, a vox says ‘ No one deserves to grow up without a Fatherhood ’. And for some reasonableness, Maria, a co-worker, when that commercial came on, she added to it :
‘ No one deserves to grow up without a begetter. 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 parole that were coming out of my mouth.
"Aww, you teen are such prudes ! In my day, we could talk and laugh about anything ! Because everything was tremendous ! Have you seen the video sets from the 1890s and eighties ? They are criminally awful. I can't believe I used to watch over them all the fourth dimension. How could I even tell what was going on ?"

We fell silent and just sipped our coffee for a while.
"living's weird."I commented after it became apparent that we weren't playing the secret plan any more.
"Oh, it gets really weird."mom agreed."One of our top dog of staff left their post last month. Apparently they had been sending each week emails to the governance's functionary ‘ liaison us'email address with increasingly crazy cabal theories about what was going on in the hospital.

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

"Weird."I agreed."There was this one time ..."I stopped. I was about to secernate her about me mentation of her butt at night while I played with myself. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. I decided to holler it quits for today."There was this one meter I had a really nice conversation with my mom about all sorts. But I think I'm gon na go and have a nap."
"Don't nap too grueling, or you'll injury 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 home. Since I live in Copenhagen, I have the luxury of not requiring to live in any form of a dorm. Our public tape drive system of rules is punctual to within two mo to the home run. In fact, public transport inspectors track lateness of buses. If a bus fails to leave the origin post at its delegate clip, the bus company gets a fine. If the bus is the later to other period within a certain window, they also get a alright. There's a lot of inducement to go along the public transport system running well-oiled in Copenhagen.

I'm not sure why I decided to severalise the news report from that point. I guess that's where all of the nutcase thing had started.
As you can tell, mom and I get along pretty with child. The only fighting we had in Holocene epoch storage was about our personal smart phone preference. Mom likes the shiny, Samsung ace. But I have a Blackberry. I like the keyboard and I have no shame.

But from this peak 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 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 tell our parents this weekend - this was a sunday by the way.

"So how did she respond ?"Sveta asked, after I told her that I had spoken to my mom.
"Really well. Like - it was no big affair to her at all. I think it would be no job for you to hail and visit tomorrow. We can hang and everything."
"And your dad ?"
"Still not living with us. They've been separated for eld, they don't do social visits to each other."
"Yes, but have you told him ?"
"No … I don't know if I should. I don't know what the breaker point would be. Have you told your parents ?"
"I … didn't find the properly opportunity. We had a humble problem."
"What kind of problem ?"
"We had a row again. It's that old argument about ‘ estimator games ’. Like my computer programming class are just secret plan to me. My parents are back asswards in their mindset. They don't even believe in electric cars. I love them. But I also wish I could just tell them to get fucked."

I'd heard this before. Svetlana's menage was that kind of family that when someone asked you"So how's your syndicate ?"you would serve"wellspring, you know. You pick your friends, not your family ”.
Meaning that most hoi polloi would never pick this family for anything. They cared a lot about Sveta. But also had no thought what they were doing, or so it seemed to me. In Iraq, her dad had worked as a navigational coach for a local anesthetic deportation party. local anaesthetic to Baghdad anyway. And back then, everything was run using theme account book and pamphlet, not laptops and smart headphone. When the war finally came to Baghdad they moved to Danmark and the"pen and composition"attitude came along with them.
Though they have more or LE made themselves at home 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 ‘ suppose about it ’. And issue forth over to my place. I, at least, keep going your career choice."I told her over the phone.
"No, if I leave now it will only get spoilt tomorrow."
"So what you're locution is that you want to last out with me for two day ? We can arrange that."
"No, no. I need to deal with this on my own."
"You know how sometimes you talk to a someone one day and that mortal is really, really trying to betray an musical theme to you really backbreaking 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 cognize why that happens ?"
There was a silence over the earphone as she thought over the problem."Because they found out that it was bullshit ?"Sveta asked.
"Well. Ok, maybe. But what I meant was that clip modification perspective. I promise you that time is all you need to becalm this situation down. It's always like that. Someone shouts for a piece, gets it out of their system. Then, the day after, they are back to normal."
"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean."she agreed."I'll see if I can sneak out. I'll call you when I'm nearby."
"Ok, bye, telephone soon !"

"Linnea ?"I heard mom call me from the hall."Svetlana is here to see you."As she poked her read/write head into my room, she added"She looks like it's been raining."
I looked out the windowpane at the fair weather outside, perplexed.
Regardless, I went out to greet her and saw instantly what mom meant. Her eyes were slightly puffy and her composition, which she had at one stage tried to re-apply, was running down her cheeks.
"Your household seem like such a nice bunch."I said, trying to wee a joke.
"Don't talk to me about them."she nearly hissed.
"Well … we have grape vine and deep brown. Come in and make yourself comfortable."mom said, breaking the ice like a sawbones with a sledgehammer.

I took her hand and led her into my way. There I sat her down on my bed and looked into her eyes.
"Want to tattle about it ?"
"Not really."
"wish to … I don't know, sit and cry for a patch ?"
"Not really."she chuckled.
"Man, you're hard to please. Mom wasn't kidding about the receive grapeshot. Want some ?"
"No."she said in a diminutive voice 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 feeling spread through my thorax. Something that was either a medical checkup circumstance or deep, tangible affection.

We both laid down on the bed and looked at the roof. We were holding work force, our fingers 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 pass close to hers.

And at some point around there - I fell asleep.
The rainfall was soothingly beating against the windows of the car. I looked around, wondering when we were going to arrive. I was about to spread out my oral cavity and ask, but just as I did I noticed that mom was asleep on the rump following to me.
I considered waking her up anyway, I was bored and there was nothing to do in the car. But the further the car drove chisel, the bumpier the road became.
I was annoyed at inaugural."These south European commonwealth need to get their shit together and start taking care of their infrastructure."
But out of the niche of my eye I noticed that slowly, but steadily - my mom's summer frock was slipping off of her shoulders. I turned my head to keep an eye on 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 crook and as we turned, her wearing apparel slipped even further down, completely revealing her gentle, picket breast. Each one of them was just slightly small than the size of it of my head.
They swung and swayed with the motion of the car.

Not certainly what to do in a situation like this, I proceeded only to honour. 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 driving, I realized that the frock was still slipping off every clock time the car turned. It was so far down her body that I could see the shading of her pubic hair.
I had to close my eyes for a second because they were at risk of popping right out of my head.

Nervously looking at mom's sleeping cheek, I quickly shoved my mighty hand down my scanty. The amount of fluid in there could accept drowned someone if they approached unprepared. I was sure as shooting that I was going to cum any second, just a hour and I would be finished.
I started fingering myself as quickly, and quietly, as I could. And tough I was really horny, the edge kept moving just beyond reach.
The more my finger's breadth played and rubbed and probed and prodded, the more on boundary 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 centre fixed on my mom's crotch and tit. I could smell the smell of my own scent everywhere and knew that I couldn't stay fresh it hidden. But I also had near reason to assume that my parents didn't know what my sex scent smelled like.
Looking at her breasts, I got the impossibly appealing urge to just quickly strive out and grab them.
I used my left hand to squeeze my own knocker, but it just wasn't the same. I squeezed it anyway for a patch because it felt nice and was really tender right now.
Alright.
Now or never.

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

To my repugnance - mom looked down.
"Huh. I see what you're trying to do. But it's down here."
With that she took my hand and moved it down to her vagina. Her pubic hair was silky smooth and now that my fingers were stroking it, I realized that small drib of ‘ excitement'were everywhere in her pubic hair.
She wanted me to aid her reach an orgasm. Maybe as much as I wanted her to aid me reach an orgasm. This seemed, to my judgement, to be a very beneficial arrangement for both of us.
Both of my hands relocated to my female parent's body.
Looking into her eyes, I slowly put first one, then two fingers inside of her.
All the while, her eye had that joking, arch aspect 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 screen out of get a flavor for the surrounding area of her mound. She had a soft, dark bush around her vulva and so the characteristic weren't fully visible. But as my finger went all the way in, my decoration rested on her vulva. It was really bouffant, gentle and warm. Much more pronounced than mine was, and to me it felt really erotic.
I moved my hand in a small, circular motion, petting the kitty - so to speak.
And then she put one finger's breadth inside of me. Oh my god. I wasn't prepared for it and just the feeling of her hand pushing the finger in drove me quickly to the edge of the edge. I felt like a sleigh hammer had knocked down the fence and I was in free fall.

My forefront, dizzy from the heady feelings, fell onto her dresser, onto her warm up titty. Instinctively, I grabbed a nipple in my mouth to buss it and lick it.
I felt the orgasm make up. I squeezed my thighs together to keep her paw 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 face hovering above mine."It's dinner now. follow on. Get up."
"Grapes memorabilia."I said, confused by the ambition 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 sentences that didn't involve"Fuck me, oh my god, please take 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 future to me. Ok, so I had managed to stay fresh my mouth shut. Thank god.

The sun was almost completely downcast. Though there was still some form of light illuminating the outside, it was clearly moody now.
We lived on the sixth level in an apartment in a fairly reputable constituent of Town. Not to say that we haven't lived in our fair share of shit-holes, after mom separated with dad. Housing in any capitol is an issue and a immense cluster-fuck, unless it's like … Iceland where housing is not only available, it's mandatory. But the result of us living so far up was that we didn't see the luminance from the streetlights down on our street, making nights a bit darker for residents of upper stories.

"Hey Sveta, get up. There be food."I said, nudging her gently into knowingness.
"Yes, dad."she muttered and kept on sleeping.
"It's me. Linnea. Do I really look old enough to be your 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 tumble asleep for so tenacious. I kind of feel like we wasted the solid day."
"But it was a practiced sleep."Svetlana said, smiling.
"I can't argue with that."I agreed, thinking back to my dreaming. And boy what a graphic aspiration that was. Typically, I didn't commend even one percent of what happened to me in my dreams.
It was always something undefined about me going to get ice emollient, but there was no catsup at the memory board so the whole day was ruined because what kind of a fall guy grub ice emollient without ketchup ? Nonsense like that.

The solid food was fried tater with onion plant 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 still. Not entirely bunglesome, just silent in us being meddling shoving food for thought into our mouths.
"So Svetlana."mom said eventually."How are you doing at school ? I hear that you are a cyber-terrorist, is that right ?"I was sure she said that intentionally to get under my skin.
"Ehm … not exactly. I study programing with focus on assemblage systems. Not very flashy, unfortunately. Everyone keeps asking me if I make phone apps."Sveta laughed, patting her chest abscentmindedly.
"But can you cut into cant 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 carry through. I mean, technically - you don't need to know programing to steal from a bank, you could just slip soul's bank card, couldn't you ?"
"But you'd need to know their pin."
"Yeah, but say you watch them enter their pin."
"goodness point, I guess."mom conceded."So, how did you two love birdie actually gather ?"
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-bodied to win over metrics, you know - telephone number and statistic - into easy to take, optical representation. We had a form together called ‘ visual code'and she was my piece of work partner."
"And I guess that's when things got really heated between the two of you ?"mom asked, raising one eye-brow as though she found that tough to believe.
"What ? You met dad in high-school. How is that any more reserve ?"I asked, indignant.
"We were at his billet and playing tag. Our rules were that since he was faster, he couldn't use his 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 confessedly. 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 advantage with it."
"No way. So he was running around the sign of the zodiac, tagging things with his … thing ?"
"With his dongle, yes."mom confirmed."He was still pretty ready with it."
"I have no words."
Sveta had just given up at this spot and was laughing into her cup of pepsi. Yes. We're a Pepsi Cola fellowship. I like the disconsolate colour.

"That's not how we met."Sveta said finally, indicating me and her.
"How long have you known that you were homosexual ?"mom asked, letting the query hitch open for either of us to answer.
"Always."Sveta replied."Even when I was new, I thought that the Barbie dolls I was playing with were ..."
"Like first-rate hot."I finished the sentence for her."They have some really chirpy titmouse. 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 metre her butt looked into my soulfulness."But thinking back, there were just pocket-size 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 friend I've had in uncomplicated and high school were more or less … what is a decent watchword for idiots ? We all were. None of us really focused on anything other than just making noise, now that I think back to my clock time at schooltime. Thinking back, I feel like I'm an entirely unlike person now."
"You're still my baby girl."mom reassured me."But yeah, you did cool off down a lot in the last three years."
"How about you ?"I asked Sveta.
"No. I've always been too shy to talk about who I liked. And never really had the opportunity to be with the girls I was worry in. I was actually hoping that it would be different at university, and it really is. Everyone is so much more … grievous. I thought I would care it more like this, where everyone are just focused on their work. But I feel now that masses are actually trying to forge themselves to death."
"Seriously ?"I asked, considering the idea."In my social class, they have basically casual ‘ beer fridays ’. It started as a Friday thing, but their concept of ‘ Friday'isn't very clear. Friday is more a state of judgement than a particular day."
"Well. You guy cable are creative person after all."Sveta laughed.
"So do your form match know about you two ?"mom asked.
"No. I don't think so. But I don't think they care either."I said.
"We've … kind of been very discreet until now."Sveta confirmed."I'm happy that you are so nice about it."she added to my mom.
"well, I can't say that I've never wanted to try the odoriferous taste of peaches."mom said, leaning back and taking a sip from her glass."To vagabond amongst the cherry blossoms. 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 prison term, 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 maiden - first - memory board of being interested in a woman was when she was fourteen with her mom, my grandma.
"Oh yeah."I said, raising a finger for attention."You told me about the first base time. But if that was the outset, does it imply that there were other times ?"
"What was the first gear time ?"asked Sveta, curiously.
"Oh, I was young and I just mistook Hilary Clinton for Bill Murray. Had a lovely afternoon with that."mom waved Sveta's question away."The second gear time ? The sec meter was when I was already married to your dad actually."
"banknote Murray ?"asked Sveta, still hanging onto her question.
"With my dad ?"I asked.
"Ok. You two nosy bullshit get into the support room and I'll bring a bottleful 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 cripple cocaine addiction later on in life sentence ?"
"Yes, but if you're smart, you can make some proficient money selling drugs, or so I hear."mom replied."You O.K. with that, Svetlana, or do you want some coffee berry, tea or something instead ?"
"No, I'm OK … if it's ok with you."she replied, her middle really big from either surprisal or excitement."I don't thinker. But I'd rather you didn't tell my parents about any of this. They can be a bit difficult."
"So I noticed."mom said."What stays in Vegas, comes to Vegas."
"You mean ‘ what happens in Vega, 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 bread and butter room mom brought us all glasses of wine. We actually had a set of really fancy-looking vino glasses from the thirties. They were octagonal, with each side having a picture, lace-like pattern molded in the glass. I wasn't sure as to how it was made exactly, but it looked really exquisite.
"So the second time."mom said, taking a small sip of wine."Actually not very exciting. But practiced than the low one. I was in my third yr of university and we were all sent out as interns at dissimilar hospitals. So I was an intern at the interior hospital, here in Danish capital. Doing some MRI CAT scan. Helping out over at ER. And another one of the daughter 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 real patients."mom laughed at that."I pretend it's good that she was at to the lowest degree honest about it, but still.

So one day went to her seat to get a duo of beverage and just chat. We were supposed to be a bigger group, but there was some problem with the shimmy and the masses that we were supposed to forgather ended up having to take different switching. Happens all the fucking prison term. The administration is run by a random numbers source, so it's a bit messy.

So we get to her place from study. Instead of going out, we figure - hey. Why not spend some prison term just here, sitting and watching TV and talking crap about early the great unwashed ?
So she goes to change into some comfy wearing apparel. And she's not shy at all around me, her boob are all over the place. Swinging around, going over to change this, do that, woof that up. I'm standing there watching as she almost intentionally reaching 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 detent, pressed up against the window of a cat factory."
Sveta turned her boldness away, going really red.
"Don't be embarrassed, Sveta."I say."Listen, mom does this. She really, really wants to be poise with the minor. 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 of God ‘ 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 stimulate account. But you were wondering whether I've ever been with another charwoman more intimately, and the answer is no. We didn't let on down, spending the night kissing each other."mom shook her head.
"Is that what you think we do ?"I laughed at the approximation. Just clamped onto each early like vacuums.
"I'm not a five year old."mom scoffed."I understand the basic concept of eating someone out."After a brusk suspension she added :"Oh don't aspect shocked. Do you seriously think that I don't know the rudiments of lesbian sex ? seminal fluid on. I know the basics of gay guy sex too, but there's not luck of me being a gay man."
"wellspring, given what we learned today it wouldn't be too shocking."I countered.

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

"So Sveta. What was your first base time ?"mom asked.
"You don't have to answer."I said quickly.
But after a moment of thought process, she smiled and nodded."No, it's amercement. maiden time that I thought of a womanhood in a sexual way, or first time I was with a fair sex ?"
"Oh, so you've had other cleaning lady before !"I exclaimed, partly in mock-outrage and partly in genuine surprise."So when did you lose your virginity ?"
"wellspring. I've never had keen sex."Sveta replied, looking at us wonderingly."I'm not sure on how the ‘ virginity'switch works, but I was under the effect that you needed to be penetrated, right ? Something about the maidenhead ?"
"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 hymen matter worked.
"A hymen isn't a wall somewhere inside of your vagina."mom sighed."It's like a brawn or membrane on the sides of your vagina's ledger entry. Like the supports of a threshold. The ‘ breaking'of the Hymen is just stretching your vagina wide enough for it to deplume. If that sounds like a not very reliable way of telling virginity then you're right. It's not."
"waiting. I thought it was on the inside."I said, unconsciously massaging my crotch."Like … at the depth of a phallus length."saying that out loud made it sound really dazed, I realized.
"No such thing."mom shook her chief."I don't actually why the world thinks that there is some variety of a ‘ shower cap'inside of us. So actually, yes. It's possible that if you only use fingers that you won't bust your hymen. But it's also possible for it to cure up again when torn. Like I said, it has nothing to do with virginity."
"Well. Then when do you cease being a virgin ?"Sveta asked.
"I've no idea."mom replied."It used to be pretty simple. If you've had a penis interior of your vagina then you were no longer a virgin. Technically, maybe you two will remain Virgin forever, who knows ?"
While I pondered this melodic theme, Sveta went on with her story.
"So the first time I thought of a woman in a sexual way was actually my danish pastry teacher in elementary shoal. I thought that she was the most beautiful charwoman I'd ever seen. Though at the metre, I was maybe ten or so.
I remember fantasizing about her … ravaging me-…"Sveta began to blush"-… just taking me and making love to me. I remember not even knowing what she would do to me. Just that we would snog and it would feel good."she laughed at herself."I've upgraded my imagination since."
"I can imagine. How Brigham Young were you when you were with a cleaning lady for the offset time ?"I asked her.
"I'll tell you. But this has to persist in this room and never leave it, ok ?"she said, making certainly that both me and mom nodded before going on. She took a big gulping of wine."Last year our all fellowship went on holiday to Mallorca. It's this really democratic tourist island in Spain.
So we had three hotel rooms. One for me and my full cousin. One for mom and her babe. 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 hardcore muslim, she is needlessly nonindulgent when it comes to the Quran. Just a pain in the ass to live with. I wouldn't touch her even if we weren't related.

What happened was - one morning she got fed up with trying to stir up 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 horny. So I started touching myself. I let the covering slip off and I just lay there, enjoying myself. And then I nearly had a fondness attack.
Apparently between the sentence that my cousin left and I started touching myself, the cleaning maid had come into the room. She had probably not seen that I was still there because I was buried under the blankets.
So she is looking at me like a cervid in the head-lights. I am looking at her like she threw a bucket of cold urine at me. And we just stare at each other for what feeling like … I don't like to overdo, but it was definitely at to the lowest degree a one hundred years.
Then I moved. What I did was I removed my hand away from my … uhm …"
"Vagina ?"mom prompted.
"Yes, my vagina. And I placed it on the bed next to me, because I meant to get up. Like, promote myself off of the bed. But. The way it must take looked to her was that I basically spread myself for her now. Like I was inviting her.
And - for some reason - she must sustain thought ‘ Yeah, alright. I've got metre for this ’."
Mom burst out laughing.
"Wait, so you had sex with the hotel maid ?"I asked, genuinely surprised at this.
"I know. It's not very wild-eyed. But I've heard a lot of ‘ first time'story online, about how it's sometimes atrocious or difficult for the first sentence. And it seems that my first prison term was well above average.
All we did was - she came near to me and then positioned herself on top of me, like you would see cleaning lady 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 finger inside of me. And then she swayed on top of me in time 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 lifespan. I wasn't sure what to do, what to grab. Like, would it be rude of me to just take hold of her chest then and there ? In retrospect, I should have. But I was just waiting for cues from her.
After a while she actually paused and pulled up her dress skirt. She was wearing one of those black uniforms with dame instead of trouser, you know what I mean ? Like trajectory attendants wear.
She pulled the skirt up, and I moved my hand directly to her genitalia. I wasn't even thinking."Sveta paused at this head to drink some more wine-colored."It's actually interesting, now that I think back to the effect, that she was already soaking wet when I put my hand inside of her panties. 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 oral sex to the side.
"well. Every time I saw her after that, we variety of … winked at each other. Or smiled. But no, we didn't do anything else."Sveta shook her head, squinting, seemingly trying to think of a year back in time.
"And how was your outset time ?"mom turned to me.
"You want to make out my first time ?"I asked, exchanging an embarrassed tone with Sveta.
"Yeah. Now that we're all sharing."
Oh boy. I had to allow 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 avowal. Like"Yes, we did that ! ”. kinda than sit down and hash out it.

"low gear sentence 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 on !"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.
"zippo big. But it was at the start of that week, if I don't misremember, that we had for the initiatory time talked about being more than just protagonist. And we would call for every possible chance for a kiss. And we still do !"I winked at Sveta with a smile.
"Then do it now !"mom said."I'll cheer you on, like a personal … you know how people have personal attorney or bodyguards ? I'll be your personal cheerleader !"
"That's … bizarre, don't do that."I said, trying to cause her sit back down.
But she stood up and did a little dancing while saying"spring me a K ! render me an I ! kick in me an S ! And another S ! yield me a kiss !"
While I was trying to hide, Sveta moved closer to me and gave me, what was to appointment, the most sensual kiss we'd ever shared.
For a inadequate moment, I completely forgot everything that was going on. Our knife met, our lip closed, and I felt our saliva mixing inside. It was wet and a bit sloppy actually, but her odour was so potent and her torso was radiating so much heat that it completely overwhelmed my senses.
As our kiss 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 privileged athlete."mom grinned, looking at the two of us."Maybe I should take up cheerleading ?"
"Let's not do things."I sighed. The wine decided that this particular sentence didn't need any more work.
"We spent that full bus ride kissing."Sveta said, holding my script tightly to her chest in her own hand."I am sure that the bus device driver saw us kissing, by the way. But after the first two plosive consonant, with no one getting on the bus, Linnea started to actuate her hand along my intimate thigh. Like - all the way up to here-…"Sveta marked a melodic line from her scummy thigh all the way up into her crotch.
"In my defense, I didn't even know that we were the simply 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 pants. You know that laugh - where when soul posts a picture of an octopus, someone else always writer ‘ I've seen enough hentai to love where this is going'? It was kind of like that, I was the devilfish. Just hands everywhere."
"Nooo."Sveta said, shaking her oral sex."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 hands to any significant degree."I said, a bit storm at her commentary."The thing is that Sveta smells really decent. So that when we were kissing - I kind of had fuss paying attention to what I was doing specifically. I just knew the general focusing that I wanted us to go in."
I moved in and kissed Sveta again to feel that fragrance.
"See what I mean ?"I said, when I pulled back again.
Both mom and Sveta burst out laughing.
"What ?"I asked, confused. My brainpower not realizing that they wouldn't 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, delay. Remember, all road lead to Vega. And you're the but one here who hasn't kissed a really, dependable 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 wine. It was full phase of the moon. I thought back to how many clock time it had been replete this night. And then to how many times it had been empty. The bottle of wine on the table was empty. I just haven't been paying care to the fact that it had been magically refilling itself.

I wondered to myself whether this was salute me talking, or whether I was actually thinking - on my own terms - that this was a really good idea.
I decided to err on the side of meat of caveat and assume that it was my approximation, and not the alcohol talking. Since I am more reliable than the alcoholic beverage, it would construct good sense that I would have this great idea.

Needless to say, imbibe me was an idiot. Then again, I can't really talk too many extolment of the sober me either.

"Yes. You should totally kiss."I added as instant of silence passed, with mom and Sveta looking first at each early, and then at me."I would love for us all to have this recondite connection, you know ?"
With that, mom sat herself down on my right face, as Sveta was sitting on my left.
She took Sveta's hired hand into her own and leaned forward, inviting Sveta to move in as well.
Sveta took the steer and their lips met proper in front of my eyes.

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

I put my arm around them both, going around their waists. And they both sat down on either side of me. Sveta leaned into me and gave me a peck on the lips.
"This is really nice."she said, resting her head on my shoulder.
"I agree."my mom said, leaning into me from the other side.
"Aren't we all chummy."I said, almost to myself. Something was going through my fountainhead. Something that wasn't really sore, but still difficult to conceive about. Something that felt a lot like ‘ I want to bear sex with my mother ’.
"What's up ?"Sveta asked.
"No … it's nothing."I said slowly, my brain feeling muddy and unfocused.
"You can tell apart us. I think, after what we've said and done today, you can say anything really."mom said, finishing off her glass of wine-coloured."Wouldn't be honest if we stopped here."
"No, it wouldn't be fair."I agreed."But … I don't want to urinate this really weird right now."
"I think we're past that."Sveta said. She was slowly sliding down into the flaccid depth of the couch. Like she was trying to unlax 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 bear you in my life."
"That's sweet."my mom said in an uncharacteristically high-pitched voice.
"And I want to be with you !"Sveta exclaimed, raising her head."Forever. You can have me."
"Ok, cool but melodramatic."I said, but I couldn't stop my face splitting in a vast smile at that.
"So what did you want to say ?"she asked.
"Right."I felt that show was a lot better than William Tell in this situation.
So I decided to indicate 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 lot on the floor somewhere behind me.
Then I unclasped my bra. I felt, rather than heard, their intake of breath.

My breasts weren't that big, B-cups, but they had a gracious pout and firmness to them that I liked personally.
I dropped the bra behind me as well.
Then I went to unbutton my jeans and mom let out an"Oooh. ”. A sort of conflicted"Oooh"that I agreed with whole heartedly.
I took my jeans off and added them to the flock on the floor. My filing system required a bit of workplace, but I figured I'd find all the dress 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 thigh and went in to kiss her. I kissed her as passionately as we had kissed before, this time sparks flying everywhere, our nozzle brushing against eachother, us breathing heavily.
But after a here and now I rose back up. I looked my mom straight in the eyes and I went to put my script 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 sassing."I really feel it's the decently thing."

Gently I moved my typeface closer to hers. My lips landed softly on hers and after the initial contact, I let my clapper move into her mouthpiece, going between her lips.
At for the first time she was quiet. She let it materialize but seemed to not want to boost me. And then suddenly she grabbed me with both her blazonry and pulled me into her. She hugged me closely to her and kissed me deeply and passionately.
Her glossa and mine played, or well - they sort of flopped, around in our oral fissure. She tasted of wine-colored and smelled of her regular shampoo and something else, something that must get been her own, natural olfactory property.
Her men were on my ass, massaging my backside cheeks and she was making low, balmy moans.
After a few heart beats, I pulled away. I felt like I had just been in an explosion, still slightly shell-shocked.
"I hate to interrupt."Sveta said."But that was so hot. Have you two … you know …"
Mom and I paused, waiting for her to 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 following to Sveta and without being prompted gave a really wet kiss to Sveta, at the Lapplander time as I lifted Sveta's t-shirt over her head.
"We've never even talked about sex in general before today."mom added."I feel like I'm such a bad mother."She moved her head up until it was chest-height to me and kissed my depart breast. Not just the mammilla, she sucked in a cluster 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 jean off of her, she was so shake up that she somehow managed to fling them off of her in the position that she was sitting in, with my mother's boob hanging just above her fount, brushing her nose.
With no disinclination she put her bridge player under mom's blouse and rubbed them, making mom give off a flimsy groan in surprise.

In all of this I had over-estimated just how a lot control I had. As mom went back to kiss Sveta, I started grinding my vagina on Sveta's thigh, massaging her breasts with my hands as I moved up and down. And the bizarre, highly sexual realism of the state of affairs suddenly struck me. I couldn't full stop myself.
"Oh … my god."I whispered as I came. I used Sveta's breast as purchase to keep myself steady, as the orgasmic wave drowned me in deafening pleasure."holy shit. Holy fuck."I breathed deeply, falling onto the couch, on Sveta's left 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 typeface was properly between mom's boob. Though they had a bit of sag, they still looked nonplus, being roughly twice the size of my own and still pretty perky, though really soft.
I saw Sveta's mitt quickly fingering her own vagina, her panties shifted to the side, giving me a great vista of her glistening wetness.
look first at me, and then back to Sveta, mom unbuttoned her own jeans and removed them. Then she slowly moved her self up, letting Sveta's breasts brush against her stomach. And stopped when her vagina, covered by her panties, was veracious in front of Sveta's face.
Sveta needed no prompting for this. She moved her face right into mom's privates, but then she did something that I hadn't seen before. Sveta covered mom's vulva with her entirely mouth and softly breathed on it. The hotness 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 thespian, and having calmed down after my coming, I moved down to the storey and positioned myself right in front of Sveta, between her legs. Since her handwriting were now in use working my mom, I decided to help her out.
I tried to do the thing that she had done, so at first moved her scanty back to cover her wet vagina. Then I put my mouth over her vulva, so that it was completely covered. For a endorsement I had the trope of me putting a Burger into my mouth. And then I let out a slow, quick hint onto her vagina.
Sveta squirmed and laughed."That feeling amazing !"she exclaimed.
"No, don't occlusive !"mom whined instantly, taking Sveta's fountainhead and placing her mouth back to work on mom's vagina.
I took off Sveta's panties 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 hair, so to image out where to go I let my tongue roam her slit, investigating the labia, testing to see how the folds were placed and how big or small they were.
I had done this with her once before, and she had later commented that she had really enjoyed how I payed attention to every part of her vagina.
This time I decided not to delay too long. I used my work force to circulate her vagina apart and instantly spotted her clit. It was swollen and cook for a really estimable time. I was gear up to collapse it that.

Somewhere above me, I heard mom having a pretty commodity time as well, as she suddenly started moaning at full moon 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 heading between her legs unfluctuating. I realized that she was about to cum and piece up the upper, adding pressure with my natural language as I quickly licked and massaged the clit in my mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah !"I heard mom screeching, as from the former end, I heard Sveta moaning incoherently into mom's vagina.
Suddenly Sveta's legs opened and she put a protective mitt over her mound.
"Oh my god ! Oh my god ! Holy molly !"I heard Sveta moan, as mom's naked body collapsed the right way next to her.
Their naked soundbox looked beautiful together, and the smell of sex in the room made me feel incredibly horny.
I put one finger's breadth into Sveta's vagina and then licked it, grinning at her.
"Holy molly ?"I snickered.
In response, she bent down and kissed me on the 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 spit into my mouthpiece, with a lot of spit being exchanged. I sucked on her tongue and we ‘ licked'each other inside.
As she pulled away, as small lead off saliva public treasury hung on. My correct handwriting was fingering my vagina and I sat myself back on Sveta's second joint. They both looked at me as I kept masturbating myself in front of them.
Mom's right hand hired 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 heavy. I felt the orgasm building inside of me like a kettle on the verge of stewing, with the water beginning to rumble.
Mom was there to support me, one of her hands rubbing my vagina from behind, between my legs. She was almost touching my asshole with her thumb. Her other hand was massaging my bosom.
I felt really powerful insistency from mysterious inside of me and suddenly …
"Aaah ..."I came so laborious that I lost my balance and slumped forward, my head buried in the couch, with the eternal 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. hale heartedly .