Chapter 1

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

I don't know where to start. So I'll just start from where my head 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 power to say anything at all.
"I know."I replied."But you say that because you assume that I would never say something you disapprove of."
She laughed in a disquieting sort of way.
"Since your one-sixteenth birthday you've more or less stopped looking for my approval. Why start now ?"
"Because this is important."
"For heaven's saki girl, if you don't secernate me then I'll assume you're meaning and send you off to live on with your grandfather."mom said in exasperation. She wasn't a very affected role person. Maybe wry for a radiologist - since she sees patients every day, but still.

"Ok. Mom. You know Sveta ? Svetlana, a little girl that I go to uni with ?"
"Sure. The miss with the Russian public figure but the Arabic parents."mom said, frowning in an try to remember."I think you said at some point that she was a hacker or something ?"
"No. No, she studies programing. Programing scholar and digital art students work together a lot at school, that's how we met."
"But isn't programing hacking ?"mom asked, trying to remember what she saw on the news that one time about that one hacker.
"Don't worry about it. She's not a hack, cartel me."I said, somewhat impatiently. I was not going to go down the hare 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 extended, we walked twenty kilometers in murderous hotness. When we came home, we decided to take a shower bath and watch some movies."

I stopped there, thinking about how to proceed. But mom didn't really let me articulate a proper gear of thought.
"Oh. So you had Netflix and chill ?"she asked, making the connecter at the hurrying of light.
"Well, I have HBO instead of Netflix, but yes. In marrow. That's what happened. Mom. I'm in a pretty good relationship with another woman."

I had a Wyrd, immix spirit of both dropping a massive dud, but also a smell that the bomb landed on a soft, fluffy cloud and just fell asleep. Like I was in daze over saying the words out loud.

"Ok, so you say the word ‘ relationship'..."mom said thoughtfully, not looking particularly upset or disturbed by what I had said."… but does that entail that you are fully sapphic ? Or only that you are in a family relationship with this girl specifically ?"
I had to pause and suppose about that one. I wasn't really for certain. I wasn't really sure whether I even knew or not.
"How would I love ?"I asked before I could stop myself."Like … I like her a lot. We hang out and give a lot in common. I mean, all the prerequisites for us being together are there. It's just that we both … put on bras."

"Well. Do you ascertain other 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 love with another adult female, that's perfectly fine. But as your female parent, I still would like to know these things. I would ask you similar query if it was a man you were seeing."she said simply."That whole ‘ gays are icky'thing is pretty old, I think. It's shallow to be upset by what other people are attracted to. Unless it's German Nazi memorabilia, I would stay away from that."
"What ..."
"My point is, we've never really had this talking. About girls and boy, vaginas and penises. And judging by how worried you were about telling me this, I think that I screwed up. If I had talked to you rather, you would own known not to occupy about telling me this."

I thought about it. It made gumption. My total life, I've always sort of assumed that mom was asexual or something like that. Like sex was her cryptonite. Which obviously makes no sense, since she has two 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 racket."Let's play a game. I will ask you one question about you. And you, if you'd like, can ask a query about me. That way, we'll know where exactly we stand on everything."
That sounded like a really freaking chilling 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 serve or lie.

"Sure."I said."But then I will ask first."
"Alright, but let's make coffee before anything. We're sitting here like we're at a goddamn interview. Want bite ?"
"What snacks do you have ?"
"Uhm. well. grape vine. And bananas. And oranges."mom said."I'm light on cash this month, so I had to go with the flora snacks."she added, a bit apologetically.
"I mean. Everyone loves grapes."
"That's so admittedly ! A cake. Made out of watermelon flesh, but filled with grape vine and hoot. Just having that in my resourcefulness makes me want to ..."she made a violent, crushing gesture."I would wrack that matter so hard."
"Mom, you're going into voguish teen slang a bit too hard."I criticized."It's expected of adults to continue a more … percolate vernacular."
"Come on ! I read facebooks and snapchats !"she exclaimed."I can be the mom with the mouth."
"Yes, but what would be way tank is if you were just mom. You're groovy at being just mom."
There was a shortly silence.
"That is so sweet."I finally heard mom say, with her binding to me as she was pouring coffee."But still. Do you use facebooks or anything ? It's surprisingly useful."

She walked over to the couch - by the way, I had relocated to the sofa during our conversation - and handed me my cup of coffee.
"Don't get off topic."I said. I was actually eager to ask her my question, now that I'd thought of a good one."My question is - are you attracted to charwoman ? Like, any one woman ever ?"
Mom looked surprised at the question. She paused for thought process, her eyes looking out the window.
"Yes."she said finally."Wyrd, isn't it ? My question !"
"But wait ..."
"Are you sexually attracted to all woman, or just Svetlana ?"
I sighed and tried to formulate an answer.
"So I think that I kinda have to use the outgrowth of elimination. Meaning I have to ask myself the query - am I attracted to men ? And the answer is no. I remember actually being in school, wondering why all those meretricious girls would cling around Michael, the ‘ hot guy'at our school. He just looked like any ordinary guy to me.
The truth is that I never really liked … anyone. Not sexually, at to the lowest degree. 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 up instead.

"Interesting."mom replied, keeping her poker face."Your turn."
"Who was the woman ?"
"Who was the fair sex 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 Walter Elias Disney channel ?"
"No, don't be mean, she's a nice girl !"mom exclaimed, but then let out a laugh."But yes. I think - anyone I could outfox in a fight I like. Because then I just could beat them into bed."
"No. Mom, no, that's bad. Don't say that."I covered my mouth with my hand in an almost comic expression of surprise.
"What ? It's my fancy. I'll be damned if I let person take the air away in my fancy 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 find oneself. This is a sodding illustration of what we fear to discover."
"You know I was just joking."mom said, smiling."You really want to have it off who my first gear woman that I was attracted to was ?"
"Yes. And how old were you ?"
Mom was silent, but no tenacious smiling.
"I see why it was hard for you to spill the beans to me about this."she finally said."It's not not soft for me either."
"Aww, mom, you know that you can severalize me anything."I replied, putting my hired man on her shoulder.
"Yeah, but this gets complicated."she shook her head."You asked how old I was at the clock time. I will tell you who she was, but also proceed in mind that I was fourteen at the time."
I nodded and she went on.

"When I was fourteen, my father had this musical theme of taking the wholly family on a vacation in Italy. So we traveled through Deutschland and Switzerland, the unanimous thing took three Clarence Shepard Day Jr., back then not all of the roads were gravid state highway, so we had to take some side routes as well. And this was pre-smart headphone era, so I didn't have to option to just watch cat videos the hale trip.

Me, mom and your uncle, Enam, were taking turns sitting in the front derriere. We would change over 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 rainy day, but pretty prissy for us, the rider. My dad would blaspheme and mutter about the rainwater and about the terrible driving skills of all the other drivers.

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

So. That was the outset metre I fantasized about a woman. My dear, old mum."
I only realized that my back talk had been open when I closed it with an audible click of my teeth.
"Wow. grannie ?"
"Yes."mom laughed."I'll remind you that I was both xiv and it was a really tenacious car drive."

When mom had initially said that her story 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 -"wellspring mom, I at least want you to know that I've never thought of you that way."- a computer storage surfaced in my mind. A sore and pleasurable computer storage all at once. It was a retention of me sitting on the floor, pretending to translate something on my telephone, all the while I was watching mom as she slept on the couch in nothing but a jersey and panties. He butt was hanging off of the edge of the couch. The sunshine seemed to playfully trip the light fantastic across her exposed skin. And I just couldn't take my oculus away. Looking at that butt joint was like looking at the mystifying butt of Anglesea Lisa.

"You're wondering, aren't you ?"I asked mom finally."Whether I've had a similar ‘ moment'?"
"Yes. But if you can't or won't assure me, that's okay. I don't need to know either way. I just want you to understand, with my minuscule story, that it's perfectly natural to be attracted to many, many unlike things. Just stay away from German Nazi memorabilia."
"Ok. So we'll get back to you and grandma, but what's up with the nazi memorabilia ?"
"It was a joke !"
"What sort of a joke is that ! ?"
"It's from that damn commercial."mom laughed."There is a starvation, African kid - no specific area, just ‘ Africa ’. The country of Africa. The general sphere 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, mare, a fellow worker, when that commercial came on, she added to it :
‘ No one deserves to grow up without a male parent. 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 Holy Writ that were coming out of my mouth.
"Aww, you teenagers are such prudes ! In my day, we could sing and laugh about anything ! Because everything was terrible ! Have you seen the tv set sets from the ninety and fourscore ? They are criminally awful. I can't believe I used to catch them all the time. How could I even tell what was going on ?"

We fell silent and just sipped our umber for a while.
"aliveness'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 gaffer of staff left their Post last calendar month. Apparently they had been sending weekly email to the government's prescribed ‘ inter-group communication us'email destination with increasingly crazy confederacy hypothesis about what was going on in the hospital.

Before he left, we had an attender come and analyse the MRI machinery because apparently one of the conspiracy theories that the man had was that the MRI car was exposed to the cyberspace and all scans were being uploaded to extraneous server. Apparently his explanation for how it could work in theory was so convincing that they had to send someone to reassert that what he was saying was nonsense."

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

So I am actually a scholar, but I live at home. Since I live in Copenhagen, I have the luxury of not requiring to subsist in any sort of a dorm. Our public raptus system is punctual to within two minutes to the mark. In fact, populace raptus inspector track lateness of double-decker. If a bus fails to go forth the descent station at its designated meter, the bus fellowship gets a fine. If the bus is the lately to other stops within a certain windowpane, they also get a okay. There's a lot of incentive to continue the world transport system running well-oiled in Copenhagen.

I'm not sure why I decided to tell the story from that head. I guess that's where all of the crazy things had started.
As you can tell, mom and I get along pretty great. The exclusively fight we had in Recent memory was about our personal smart sound preference. Mom likes the shiny, Samsung ace. But I have a Blackberry. I like the keyboard and I have no shame.

But from this point in time onward, I just … couldn't tear the mental picture of my mom's butt out of my point. 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 tell our parents this weekend - this was a sunday by the way.

"So how did she answer ?"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 problem for you to descend and visit tomorrow. We can flow and everything."
"And your dad ?"
"Still not living with us. They've been separated for years, 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 point would be. Have you told your parents ?"
"I … didn't find the right opportunity. We had a small problem."
"What variety of problem ?"
"We had a row again. It's that old argument about ‘ computer games ’. Like my programming classes are just games to me. My parents are back asswards in their mindset. They don't even believe in electric automobile motorcar. I love them. But I also wish I could just tell them to get fucked."

I'd heard this before. Svetlana's family was that sort of family that when soul asked you"So how's your family ?"you would reply"wellspring, you know. You pick your ally, not your family ”.
Meaning that most people would never pick this family for anything. They cared a lot about Sveta. But also had no melodic theme what they were doing, or so it seemed to me. In Iraq, her dad had worked as a navigational manager for a local transportation company. Local to Baghdad anyway. And back then, everything was run using theme ledgers and folders, not laptops and smart telephone set. When the war finally came to Baghdad they moved to Denmark and the"pen and newspaper publisher"mental attitude came along with them.
Though they have more or lupus erythematosus made themselves at home in Kobenhavn, they still seem to be under the impression that programing is just some sort of a fad.

"Listen. Tell them that you will ‘ think about it ’. And come up over to my place. I, at least, support your career choice."I told her over the phone.
"No, if I leave now it will only get unsound tomorrow."
"So what you're expression is that you want to outride with me for two days ? We can coiffe 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 soul is really, really trying to sell an musical theme to you really arduous and really passionately. But then you talk to that person the day after. And for some rationality, they seem to be a bit blasé about the solid affair now. Do you have sex why that happens ?"
There was a secrecy over the telephone as she thought over the job."Because they found out that it was bullshit ?"Sveta asked.
"wellspring. Ok, maybe. But what I meant was that meter changes perspective. I promise you that time is all you need to becalm this situation down. It's always like that. Someone shouts for a while, 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 pinch out. I'll birdcall you when I'm nearby."
"Ok, bye, call soon !"

"Linnea ?"I heard mom call me from the hallway."Svetlana is here to see you."As she poked her psyche into my way, 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 makeup, which she had at one point tried to re-apply, was running down her cheeks.
"Your family line seem like such a nice bunch."I said, trying to make a joke.
"Don't talk to me about them."she nearly hissed.
"Well … we have grape vine and coffee. Come in and do yourself comfortable."mom said, breaking the ice like a surgeon with a sledgehammer.

I took her hand and led her into my room. There I sat her down on my bed and looked into her eyes.
"Want to talk about it ?"
"Not really."
"need to … I don't know, sit and cry for a while ?"
"Not really."she chuckled.
"Man, you're hard to delight. Mom wasn't kidding about the have grapes. 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 warmly intuitive feeling paste through my pectus. Something that was either a medical checkup status or mysterious, touchable affection.

We both laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. We were holding bridge player, our finger intertwined. I was on her right and she was on my left.
She smelled of something that I can only account as heat. Like how sunlight smells. I snuggled my brain close to hers.

And at some point in time around there - I fell asleep.
The rain was soothingly beating against the windowpane 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 seat succeeding to me.
I considered waking her up anyway, I was bored and there was cypher to do in the car. But the further the car drove, the bumpier the road became.
I was annoyed at first."These Dixieland European state need to get their hoot together and start taking care of their infrastructure."
But out of the corner of my eye I noticed that slowly, but steadily - my mom's summertime dress was slipping off of her shoulder. I turned my pass to watch so quickly that I almost broke my neck.
In fact, the apparel was so far down already that I could see the top of her areolas.
The car came to some bit and as we turned, her dress slipped even further down, completely revealing her soft, pale breasts. Each one of them was just slightly modest than the size of it of my head.
They swung and swayed with the apparent movement of the car.

Not certainly what to do in a spot like this, I proceeded only to take note. I didn't want to heat and blockade her. And I didn't want this little talent I'd received to be covered up either.
But as we kept on driving, I realized that the dress was still slipping off every sentence the car turned. It was so far down her dead body that I could see the shading of her pubic hair.
I had to close my eyes for a sec because they were at risk of popping decently out of my head.

Nervously looking at mom's sleeping face, I quickly shoved my right manus down my panties. The amount of fluid in there could have drowned mortal if they approached unprepared. I was for certain 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 yobbo I was really horny, the border kept moving just beyond reach.
The more my digit played and rubbed and probed and prodded, the more on bound I became, but it's like there was a fencing there at the edge that I couldn't quite get over.

All this time that I was playing with myself, I kept my heart fixed on my mom's genitals and titty. I could smack the sense of smell of my own scent everywhere and knew that I couldn't continue it hidden. But I also had skillful reason to simulate that my parents didn't know what my sex perfume smelled like.
Looking at her chest, I got the impossibly appealing urge to just quickly reach out and grab them.
I used my left hand to pinch my own titty, but it just wasn't the same. I squeezed it anyway for a while because it felt prissy and was really spiritualist right hand now.
Alright.
Now or never.

I had to do it, because I knew, somewhere inscrutable in my subconscious that if I just stroked my mom's tits that I would bear an awesome orgasm. My non-subconscious ( even conscious ) agreed that it was very likely. Holding my breathing place and hoping that the car wouldn't explode, my hand reached out and softly touched the breast.

To my horror - mom looked down.
"Huh. I see what you're trying to do. But it's down here."
With that she took my hand and moved it down to her vagina. Her pubic hair was silky fluent and now that my digit were stroking it, I realized that small-scale drops of ‘ turmoil'were everywhere in her pubic hair.
She wanted me to avail her reach an orgasm. Maybe as often as I wanted her to serve me arrive at an coming. This seemed, to my mind, to be a very beneficial arrangement for both of us.
Both of my hands relocated to my mother's body.
Looking into her eyes, I slowly put commencement one, then two fingers inside of her.
All the while, her eyes had that joking, implike look about them. Like we were doing something naughty. And we were.

As my fingers moved slowly in and out, with me putting pressure upwards when interior, I started to sort of get a spirit for the surrounding domain of her mound. She had a soft, dark bush around her vulva and so the features weren't fully visible. But as my fingers went all the way in, my medallion rested on her vulva. It was really turgid, soft and affectionate. Much more pronounced than mine was, and to me it felt really erotic.
I moved my mitt in a small, flier gesture, 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 feel of her hand pushing the fingerbreadth in drove me quickly to the edge of the boundary. I felt like a maul hammer had knocked down the fence and I was in free fall.

My head, dizzy from the heady feeling, fell onto her pectus, onto her warm up embrace. Instinctively, I grabbed a mamilla in my mouth to kiss it and puzzle out it.
I felt the orgasm build up. I squeezed my thigh together to keep her hand where it was and - ...

I don't have it away how much time passed, but I woke up by something pulling on one of my toes.
"It's dinner."mom said, her typeface hovering above mine."It's dinner now. Come 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 dream, but I couldn't think of coherent judgment of conviction that didn't involve"Fuck me, oh my god, please nominate 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 mouth shut. Thank god.

The sun was almost completely down. Though there was still some sort of light illuminating the outside, it was clearly disconsolate now.
We lived on the sixth floor in an apartment in a fairly reputable part of town. Not to say that we haven't lived in our fair share of shit-holes, after mom separated with dad. Housing in any Capitol Building is an issue and a huge cluster-fuck, unless it's like … Iceland where housing is not only useable, it's mandate. But the resultant of us living so far up was that we didn't see the lights from the streetlights down on our street, making night a bit darker for residents of upper stories.

"Hey Sveta, get up. There be food."I said, nudging her gently into cognizance.
"Yes, dad."she muttered and kept on sleeping.
"It's me. Linnea. Do I really look old enough to be your father ? I barely even have a beard."I said, not really expecting a response back.
"No, you look lovely."she said, waking up."I just want to snog you and - ..."she broke off as she noticed that we weren't alone."-… and high-five you. And field 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 farseeing. I sort of spirit like we wasted the altogether 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 dreaming that was. Typically, I didn't remember even one percent of what happened to me in my dreams.
It was always something faint about me going to get ice cream, but there was no tomato ketchup at the store so the whole day was ruined because what variety of a mark eats ice cream without cetchup ? folderal like that.

The solid food was fried potatoes with onions and mushrooms.
"It smells really good."Svetlana said, appreciatively sniffing the air.
"Wait until you taste it. That's when it really picks up in impressiveness."mom said, placing drinks for all of us on the board."I didn't even burn it."
At first when we sat down and started eating, things were silent. Not entirely awkward, just silent in us being engaged shoving food into our mouths.
"So Svetlana."mom said eventually."How are you doing at schooling ? I hear that you are a cyberpunk, is that right ?"I was indisputable she said that intentionally to get under my skin.
"Ehm … not exactly. I study programing with focus on assembly systems. Not very tatty, unfortunately. Everyone keeps asking me if I make speech sound apps."Sveta laughed, patting her chest abscentmindedly.
"But can you chop into banks and so on ?"mom asked, persisting with the hacker thing.
"I mean. No but yeah. Maybe. It depends. Depends on the bank, and on what you want to accomplish. I mean, technically - you don't need to know programing to steal from a depository financial institution, you could just steal someone's coin bank card, couldn't you ?"
"But you'd need to lie with their pin."
"Yeah, but say you watch them enter their pin."
"goodness point, I guess."mom conceded."So, how did you two love birds actually touch ?"
Sveta seemed to turn slightly more red at the question.
"Our classes work together a lot."I said."Part of being a digital artist it being able to exchange metrics, you know - numbers and statistics - into easy to read, visual representations. We had a course together called ‘ visual computer code'and she was my oeuvre partner."
"And I guess that's when thing got really heated between the two of you ?"mom asked, raising one eye-brow as though she found that hard to believe.
"What ? You met dad in high-school. How is that any more appropriate ?"I asked, indignant.
"We were at his place and performing tag. Our dominion were that since he was faster, he couldn't use his men 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 genuine. I was wearing a strap-on we had found in his parents'room."mom said, reminiscing."To make it Thomas More even. Although I had some length vantage with it."
"No way. So he was running around the house, tagging things with his … thing ?"
"With his dongle, yes."mom confirmed."He was still pretty quick with it."
"I have no words."
Sveta had just given up at this point and was laughing into her cup of pepsi. Yes. We're a pepsi kinfolk. I like the low-spirited 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 question stop open for either of us to answer.
"Always."Sveta replied."Even when I was younger, I thought that the Barbie dolls I was playing with were ..."
"Like super hot."I finished the prison term for her."They have some really chirpy teat. 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 bring up that metre her fanny looked into my somebody."But thinking back, there were just modest matter that now seem like pretty obvious hint. I think the problem is that I've never really been ‘ into'anyone before."
"You've never had a boyfriend ?"Sveta asked curiously.
"No. I mean, all the friends I've had in elementary and high school day were more or less … what is a prissy word for idiots ? We all were. None of us really focused on anything other than just making noise, now that I think back to my time at school. thought process back, I feel like I'm an entirely dissimilar person now."
"You're still my babe girl."mom reassured me."But yeah, you did calm down a lot in the lastly three years."
"How about you ?"I asked Sveta.
"No. I've always been too shy to utter about who I liked. And never really had the opportunity to be with the girls I was interested in. I was actually hoping that it would be different at university, and it really is. Everyone is so much more than … serious. I thought I would like it more like this, where everyone are just focused on their study. But I feel now that people are actually trying to shape themselves to death."
"Seriously ?"I asked, considering the musical theme."In my grade, they have basically day-by-day ‘ beer Fri ’. It started as a Fri thing, but their concept of ‘ Friday'isn't very clean-cut. Fri is more a state of mind than a specific day."
"well. You Guy are artists after all."Sveta laughed.
"So do your social class Paraguay tea know about you two ?"mom asked.
"No. I don't think so. But I don't think they care either."I said.
"We've … sorting of been very discreet until now."Sveta confirmed."I'm glad that you are so overnice about it."she added to my mom.
"well, I can't say that I've never wanted to try the sweet taste sensation of peaches."mom said, leaning back and taking a sip from her glass."To wander amongst the cherry peak. 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 time, 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 low - first - memory of being interested in a woman was when she was fourteen with her mom, my grandma.
"Oh yeah."I said, raising a digit for aid."You told me about the firstly time. But if that was the outset, does it mean that there were other time ?"
"What was the maiden time ?"asked Sveta, curiously.
"Oh, I was young and I just mistook Hilary William Jefferson Clinton for beak James Augustus Henry Murray. Had a lovely good afternoon with that."mom waved Sveta's question away."The second time ? The endorsement meter was when I was already married to your dad actually."
"circular Murray ?"asked Sveta, still hanging onto her question.
"With my dad ?"I asked.
"Ok. You two nosy darn get into the living room and I'll bring a nursing 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 lame cocain dependance later on in life ?"
"Yes, but if you're smartness, you can stimulate some near money selling drugs, or so I hear."mom replied."You all right with that, Svetlana, or do you desire some umber, tea or something instead ?"
"No, I'm ticket … if it's ok with you."she replied, her oculus really big from either surprise or excitement."I don't mind. But I'd rather you didn't tell my parents about any of this. They can be a bit difficult."
"So I noticed."mom said."What stays in Vegas, 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 living way mom brought us all glasses of wine-coloured. We actually had a set of really fancy-looking wine spyglass from the XXX. They were octangular, with each slope having a fancy, 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 turn on. But adept than the first one. I was in my third year of university and we were all sent out as houseman at dissimilar hospitals. So I was an intern at the interior hospital, here in Kobenhavn. Doing some MRI CAT scan. Helping out over at ER. And another one of the girls that was there with me from my division - well, she eventually dropped out because she realized that even though she liked music and skill, she hated the literal patients."mom laughed at that."I gauge it's good that she was at least dependable about it, but still.

So one day went to her spot to get a couple of drinking and just chat. We were supposed to be a vainglorious group, but there was some problem with the shift and the mass that we were supposed to gather ended up having to take different fracture. Happens all the nookie clock time. The organisation is run by a random numbers generator, so it's a bit messy.

So we get to her place from work. Instead of going out, we figure - hey. Why not expend some time just here, sitting and watching TV and talking poop about former mass ?
So she goes to commute into some comfy wearing apparel. And she's not shy at all around me, her tits are all over the spot. Swinging around, going over to change 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 face away, going really red.
"Don't be embarrassed, Sveta."I say."Listen, mom does this. She really, really wants to be cool with the nestling. You can't let her see that she gets to you, you'll only encourage her."
"But you were basically salivating."mom said, intentionally emphasizing the word ‘ salivating ’.
"Yeah, I was salivating because I was listening to a juicy report. There were tits everywhere, you said."I answered, laughing."Go on, what did the knocker do ?"

"Like I said, it's not a very stir story. But you were wondering whether I've ever been with another womanhood more intimately, and the solvent is no. We didn't break down, spending the Night kissing each other."mom shook her head.
"Is that what you think we do ?"I laughed at the thought. Just clamped onto each other like vacuums.
"I'm not a five yr old."mom scoffed."I understand the canonic concept of eating someone out."After a short intermission she added :"Oh don't look shocked. Do you seriously think that I don't know the basics of lesbian sex ? Come on. I know the basics of gay guy sex too, but there's not fortune of me being a gay man."
"Well, 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 party. And I could tell apart by the unstrain posture of Sveta that she was comfortable too.

"So Sveta. What was your maiden sentence ?"mom asked.
"You don't have to answer."I said quickly.
But after a moment of persuasion, she smiled and nodded."No, it's fine. First fourth dimension that I thought of a adult female in a sexual way, or first meter I was with a woman ?"
"Oh, so you've had other women before !"I exclaimed, partly in mock-outrage and partly in genuine surprisal."So when did you lose your virginity ?"
"Well. I've never had penetrative sex."Sveta replied, looking at us wonderingly."I'm not sure on how the ‘ virginity'switch works, but I was under the impression that you needed to be penetrated, right ? Something about the hymen ?"
"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 affair worked.
"A virginal membrane isn't a wall somewhere inside of your vagina."mom sighed."It's like a sinew or membrane on the sides of your vagina's entry. Like the support of a doorway. The ‘ breaking'of the hymen is just stretching your vagina extensive enough for it to tear. 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 astuteness of a phallus 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 earthly concern thinks that there is some sort of a ‘ cascade cap'inside of us. So actually, yes. It's possible that if you only use fingers that you won't tear your Hymen. But it's also possible for it to cure up again when torn. Like I said, it has nothing to do with virginity."
"Well. Then when do you contain being a Virgin ?"Sveta asked.
"I've no idea."mom replied."It used to be pretty uncomplicated. If you've had a penis inside of your vagina then you were no longer a virgin. Technically, maybe you two will stay virgins forever, who knows ?"
While I pondered this estimation, Sveta went on with her story.
"So the foremost time I thought of a womanhood in a sexual way was actually my Danish teacher in uncomplicated 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 crimson"-… just taking me and making dear to me. I remember not even knowing what she would do to me. Just that we would kiss and it would sense good."she laughed at herself."I've upgraded my imagination since."
"I can guess. How young were you when you were with a womanhood for the first time ?"I asked her.
"I'll tell you. But this has to stay in this room and never leave it, ok ?"she said, making sure as shooting that both me and mom nodded before going on. She took a big gulp of wine."live on year our whole family went on vacation to Mallorca. It's this really popular tourer island in Spain.
So we had three hotel rooms. One for me and my full cousin. One for mom and her sis. One for dad and my mom's babe's husband."
Both me and mom instantly went"Oooh."
"No, you both are jumping ahead."she shushed us by waving her hands."My full cousin is this really hard-core Muslim, she is needlessly strict when it comes to the Quran. Just a pain in the ass to live with. I wouldn't contact 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 fourth dimension she was gone I started waking up. And I felt a bit … you know. I was a bit steamy. So I started touching myself. I let the binding slip off and I just lay there, enjoying myself. And then I nearly had a warmness attack.
Apparently between the clock time that my cousin left and I started touching myself, the cleaning maiden had come into the room. She had probably not seen that I was still there because I was buried under the blankets.
So she is looking at me like a deer in the head-lights. I am looking at her like she threw a pail of frigidness water at me. And we just gaze at each other for what spirit like … I don't like to exaggerate, but it was definitely at least a hundred years.
Then I moved. What I did was I removed my hired man away from my … uhm …"
"Vagina ?"mom prompted.
"Yes, my vagina. And I placed it on the bed next to me, because I meant to get up. Like, push myself off of the bed. But. The way it must have looked to her was that I basically spread myself for her now. Like I was inviting her.
And - for some reason - she must stimulate thought ‘ Yeah, alright. I've got time for this ’."
Mom burst out laughing.
"Wait, so you had sex with the hotel maid ?"I asked, genuinely surprised at this.
"I know. It's not very romantic. But I've heard a lot of ‘ first prison term'stories online, about how it's sometimes awful or difficult for the first time. And it seems that my first off time was well above average.
All we did was - she came closer to me and then positioned herself on top of me, like you would see 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 fingers inside of me. And then she swayed on top of me in time with her fingers 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 fantasy, but in real life. I wasn't sure what to do, what to snap up. Like, would it be rude of me to just grab her chest then and there ? In retrospect, I should throw. But I was just waiting for pool stick from her.
After a while she actually paused and pulled up her frock dame. She was wearing one of those black uniforms with skirts instead of pant, you know what I mean ? Like escape attendants wear.
She pulled the skirt up, and I moved my bridge player directly to her genitalia. I wasn't even thinking."Sveta paused at this point to drink 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 can. I don't think she was just cleaning it."Sveta laughed.
"Thank you for those details."I said, feeling very hot and basically chugging wine.
"Did you see her again ?"mom asked, leaning her head to the side.
"Well. Every time 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 head, squinting, seemingly trying to remember a year back in time.
"And how was your first time ?"mom turned to me.
"You want to know my first off clip ?"I asked, exchanging an humiliated look with Sveta.
"Yeah. Now that we're all sharing."
Oh boy. I had to include that I was really excited to peach about it, especially since Sveta and I hadn't really talked too practically about it. We've mostly just been doing affirmation. Like"Yes, we did that ! ”. Rather than sit down and discuss it.

"first time was on the bus."I said."We took the bus together, late in the evening one day. Literally no one but us and the number one wood was on board."
"Oh, that's properly !"Sveta exclaimed."I'd forgotten about that one. I can't believe we did it there."
"What did you do exactly ?"mom said, her optic cautious, as though she thought we publicly urinated or something.
"goose egg big. But it was at the offset of that week, if I don't misremember, that we had for the first of all time talked about being more than just booster. And we would take every possible opportunity for a osculation. 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 hoi polloi have personal lawyers or bodyguard ? I'll be your personal cheerleader !"
"That's … bizarre, don't do that."I said, trying to hit her sit back down.
But she stood up and did a little dancing while saying"spring me a K ! commit me an I ! Give me an S ! And another S ! Give me a candy kiss !"
While I was trying to cover, Sveta moved closer to me and gave me, what was to date, the most sensual kiss we'd ever shared.
For a brusque present moment, I completely forgot everything that was going on. Our natural language met, our back talk closed, and I felt our saliva mixing inside. It was wet and a bit sloppy actually, but her scent was so muscular and her physical structure was radiating so very much hotness that it completely overwhelmed my senses.
As our kiss went on, I realized that our work force were roaming around, touching our bodies.
Gently I grasped Sveta's radiocarpal joint and, smiling slightly, pulled away from the kiss.

"Cheerleading does realise a difference."I said."That one was pretty good."
"That one was amazing."Sveta corrected me with a live up to smile.
"I never knew I had an inner athlete."mom grinned, looking at the two of us."Maybe I should take up cheerleading ?"
"Let's not do things."I sighed. The wine decided that this specific sentence didn't need any more work.
"We spent that total bus drive kissing."Sveta said, holding my hand tightly to her pectus in her own hand."I am for sure that the bus device driver saw us kissing, by the way. But after the start two stops, with no one getting on the bus, Linnea started to move her handwriting along my inner thigh. Like - all the way up to here-…"Sveta marked a billet from her low-toned thigh all the way up into her crotch.
"In my defence, I didn't even know that we were the simply hoi polloi on the bus at that point. I was just thrilled that this was happening. My handwriting wanted to go everywhere, under your t-shirt, into your gasp. You know that laugh - where when someone posts a picture of an devilfish, person else always author ‘ I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going'? It was kind of like that, I was the octopus. Just hands everywhere."
"Nooo."Sveta said, shaking her head."It wasn't like that at all. You really fixated on my vagina and titty, but I was the one running my deal everywhere."

"Let's just say that we weren't really controlling our hands to any significant degree."I said, a bit surprised at her remark."The matter is that Sveta smells really courteous. So that when we were kissing - I kind of had fuss paying attention to what I was doing specifically. I just knew the general direction that I wanted us to go in."
I moved in and kissed Sveta again to sense that fragrance.
"See what I mean ?"I said, when I pulled back again.
Both mom and Sveta burst out laughing.
"What ?"I asked, confused. My brain not realizing that they wouldn't love 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 variety in Sveta's posture.
"Oooh."I said, looking at the two of them."I know what to do."
"No."mom said, realizing what I wanted.
"But no, wait. Remember, all roads lead to Vega. And you're the only 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 stop in Vega- ..."
"It's only fair."I interrupted her. I looked at my glass of wine. It was full. I thought back to how many times it had been full this night. And then to how many clock time it had been empty. The feeding bottle of wine-coloured on the tabular array was hollow. I just haven't been paying attending to the fact that it had been magically refilling itself.

I wondered to myself whether this was drunk me talking, or whether I was actually thinking - on my own terminal figure - that this was a really good idea.
I decided to err on the face of caution and assume that it was my idea, and not the alcoholic beverage talking. Since I am more reliable than the alcoholic beverage, it would make sensory faculty that I would have this great idea.

needle to say, toast me was an imbecile. Then again, I can't really speak too many kudos of the sober me either.

"Yes. You should totally kiss."I added as consequence of quiet passed, with mom and Sveta looking first at each former, and then at me."I would bonk for us all to have got this deeper connection, you know ?"
With that, mom sat herself down on my right-hand English, as Sveta was sitting on my left.
She took Sveta's hand into her own and run forward, inviting Sveta to travel in as well.
Sveta took the hint and their sass met ripe in battlefront of my eyes.

Sveta put her handwriting 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 philia pulsation, they pulled away.
And as they pulled away from each other, they looked aught other than absolutely radiant.
They were both flushed and Sveta was slightly flustered.
Then mom suddenly laughed out cheap and me and Sveta joined in. It wasn't really a"Haha, that's funny"laugh. It was more a laugh of relief, of stress easing.

I put my arms around them both, going around their waistline. And they both sat down on either slope 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 early 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 believe about. Something that felt a lot like ‘ I want to throw sex with my mother ’.
"What's up ?"Sveta asked.
"No … it's nothing."I said slowly, my head tone muddy and unfocused.
"You can say us. I think, after what we've said and done today, you can say anything really."mom said, finishing off her glass of vino."Wouldn't be honest if we stopped here."
"No, it wouldn't be fair."I agreed."But … I don't want to draw this really weird right field now."
"I think we're past that."Sveta said. She was slowly sliding down into the soft depth of the couch. Like she was trying to unstrain 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 principal."Forever. You can have me."
"Ok, aplomb but melodramatic."I said, but I couldn't stop my face splitting in a huge smile at that.
"So what did you need to say ?"she asked.
"Right."I felt that show was a lot better than tell in this situation.
So I decided to register them what I wanted to do. I stood up and took off my blouse. They were both watching me carefully, observing the charge in which I was steering this ship.
I put the blouse in a careful heap on the floor somewhere behind me.
Then I unclasped my bra. I felt, rather than hear, their intake of breath.

My breasts weren't that big, B-cups, but they had a prissy pout 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 kind of conflicted"Oooh"that I agreed with whole heartedly.
I took my jeans off and added them to the pile on the floor. My filing organization required a bit of work, but I figured I'd find all the clothes later one way or another.
For a brief moment I stood there, watching them both. Then I approached Sveta and put my custody on her thighs. I parted her thighs and went in to buss her. I kissed her as passionately as we had kissed before, this time sparks flying everywhere, our noses brushing against eachother, us breathing heavily.
But after a moment I rose back up. I looked my mom straight in the eyes and I went to put my hands on her thighs.
"Oh, dearest - let's not do this."she said, but with absolutely zero conviction.
"But I think we should."I said, and kissed her on the back talk."I really feel it's the powerful thing."

Gently I moved my expression closer to hers. My lips landed softly on hers and after the initial liaison, I let my tongue motion into her mouthpiece, going between her lips.
At first she was tranquillity. She let it happen but seemed to not want to encourage me. And then suddenly she grabbed me with both her coat of arms and pulled me into her. She hugged me closely to her and kissed me deeply and passionately.
Her tongue and mine played, or well - they sort of flopped, around in our sassing. She tasted of vino and smelled of her fixture shampoo and something else, something that must have been her own, natural scent.
Her bridge player were on my ass, massaging my butt cheek and she was making small, soft moans.
After a few heart beats, 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 stop 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 Lapp time as I lifted Sveta's tee shirt over her head.
"We've never even talked about sex in universal before today."mom added."I feel like I'm such a bad mother."She moved her promontory up until it was chest-height to me and kissed my left chest. Not just the tit, she sucked in a clump of breast-flesh in her mouthpiece 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 aroused that she somehow managed to fling them off of her in the position that she was sitting in, with my mother's chest hanging just above her face, brushing her nose.
With no faltering she put her hand under mom's blouse and rubbed them, making mom give off a svelte moan in surprise.

In all of this I had over-estimated just how much control I had. As mom went back to buss Sveta, I started grinding my vagina on Sveta's second joint, massaging her chest with my helping hand as I moved up and down. And the bizarre, highly sexual reality of the office suddenly struck me. I couldn't full stop myself.
"Oh … my god."I whispered as I came. I used Sveta's boob as purchase to keep myself steady, as the orgasmic wave drowned me in deafening pleasance."Holy shit. holy place fuck."I breathed deeply, falling onto the couch, on Sveta's left-hand side.
And as I got off of Sveta, I saw mom sit herself on top of Sveta.
Mom's blouse had been removed and Sveta's look was right between mom's breast. Though they had a bit of sag, they still looked amazing, being roughly twice the size of it of my own and still pretty perky, though really soft.
I saw Sveta's bridge player quickly fingering her own vagina, her panties shifted to the side, giving me a bully view of her glistening wetness.
looking for 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 chest copse against her venter. 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 human face right into mom's crotch, but then she did something that I hadn't seen before. Sveta covered mom's vulva with her totally sass and softly breathed on it. The passion of Sveta's hint made mom wiggle 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 flooring and positioned myself right in front man of Sveta, between her legs. Since her hands 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 step-in back to spread over her wet vagina. Then I put my mouth over her vulva, so that it was completely covered. For a second I had the image of me putting a Warren E. Burger into my mouth. And then I let out a slow, warm hint onto her vagina.
Sveta squirmed and laughed."That spirit amazing !"she exclaimed.
"No, don't stop !"mom whined instantly, taking Sveta's headland and placing her oral fissure back to play on mom's vagina.
I took off Sveta's panties 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 cipher 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 attending to every part of her vagina.
This time I decided not to detain too long. I used my hands to propagate her vagina apart and instantly spotted her clitoris. It was swollen and make for a really just time. I was ready to give it that.

Somewhere above me, I heard mom having a pretty soundly time as well, as she suddenly started moaning at full volume.
"Oh my god. Oh yes. Oh god yes."she kept repeating over and over.
Suddenly Sveta's thighs came together and held my top dog between her legs steady. I realized that she was about to cum and nibble up the speed, adding pressure with my spit as I quickly licked and massaged the button in my mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah !"I heard mom screeching, as from the other end, I heard Sveta moaning incoherently into mom's vagina.
Suddenly Sveta's legs opened and she put a protective helping hand over her mound.
"Oh my god ! Oh my god ! holy molly !"I heard Sveta moan, as mom's naked torso collapsed right next to her.
Their naked soundbox looked beautiful together, and the olfactory modality of sex in the elbow room made me sense incredibly horny.
I put one finger into Sveta's vagina and then licked it, grinning at her.
"Holy molly ?"I snickered.
In response, she bent down and kissed me on the brim, 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 knife into my mouth, with a lot of saliva being exchanged. I sucked on her tongue and we ‘ licked'each other inside.
As she pulled away, as small trail off saliva till hung on. My powerful hand 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 strawman of them.
Mom's right hand hand reached out to stroke me. Just me generally, stroking my breasts, my mitt, 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 climax building inside of me like a kettledrum on the wand 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 breast.
I felt really potent pressure from deep 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 matter I heard before drifting into restful slumber was :"fountainhead that was quite a night."
I wasn't sure who said it. But I agreed. unanimous heartedly .