Smalltalking ( 2 )


Lesbian
Chapter 1

I never thought that something like this would even go on. I mean - there are some cheesy, unconvincing romance novels and sitcoms that have some pretty"loopy"office. But I have never actually heard of or seen anything like the post I am in right now.

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

"Aww, Liny, you know you can tell me anything."my female parent said, after a yearn minute of silence.
I had told her that I wanted to tell her something important. But then completely lost all ability to say anything at all.
"I know."I replied."But you say that because you assume that I would never say something you disapprove of."
She laughed in a disquieting sort of way.
"Since your one-sixteenth birthday you've more or less stopped looking for my favourable reception. Why starting now ?"
"Because this is important."
"For heaven's sake young lady, if you don't recite me then I'll assume you're meaning and send you off to live with your grandfather."mom said in exasperation. She wasn't a very patient role person. Maybe ironic for a radiotherapist - since she sees patients every day, but still.

"Ok. Mom. You know Sveta ? Svetlana, a girl that I go to uni with ?"
"Sure. The girl with the Russian name but the Arabic parents."mom said, frowning in an effort to commend."I think you said at some point that she was a hacker or something ?"
"No. No, she studies programing. Programing student and digital art bookman 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 show that one time about that one hacker.
"Don't trouble about it. She's not a hack, corporate trust me."I said, somewhat impatiently. I was not going to go down the coney hole of explaining technological terminology to mom right now.
"So what about her ?"
"Well. This april she had asked me to join her for a hike. It was pretty prolonged, we walked xx km in homicidal heat. When we came home, we decided to take a shower and watch some movies."

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

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

"Ok, so you say the word ‘ family relationship'..."mom said thoughtfully, not looking particularly upset or disturbed by what I had said."… but does that mean that you are fully sapphic ? Or only that you are in a relationship with this little girl specifically ?"
I had to pause and recall about that one. I wasn't really sure. I wasn't really sure whether I even knew or not.
"How would I know ?"I asked before I could stop myself."Like … I like her a lot. We hang out and hold 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 get other fair sex 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 cleaning lady, that's perfectly fine. But as your mother, I still would like to know these things. I would ask you standardized questions if it was a man you were seeing."she said simply."That totally ‘ homophile are icky'thing is pretty old, I think. It's shallow to be upset by what other people are attracted to. Unless it's nazi memorabilia, I would stay away from that."
"What ..."
"My peak is, we've never really had this public lecture. About young lady and boys, 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 sooner, you would suffer known not to worry about telling me this."

I thought about it. It made sentience. My entire lifetime, I've always sort of assumed that mom was asexual or something like that. Like sex was her cryptonite. Which obviously makes no mother wit, since she has two minor. And we didn't just spawn in our designated room one day. I assume.

"Let's do this."mom said, as I was still pondering her words and unconsciously making indistinct dissonance."Let's meet a biz. I will ask you one question about you. And you, if you'd like, can ask a enquiry about me. That way, we'll know where exactly we stand on everything."
That sounded like a really gross out scary game, if I was to be reliable. But I was now curious enough to go along with it. If spoilt came to worst I would just not resolve or lie.

"Sure."I said."But then I will ask first."
"Alright, but let's make coffee tree before anything. We're sitting here like we're at a goddamn interview. Want snacks ?"
"What snacks do you have ?"
"Uhm. Well. Grapes. And bananas. And oranges."mom said."I'm light on immediate payment this month, so I had to go with the plant life snacks."she added, a bit apologetically.
"I mean. Everyone loves grapes."
"That's so dependable ! A cake. Made out of watermelon flesh, but filled with grapes and razz. Just having that in my resourcefulness makes me desire to ..."she made a violent, crushing motion."I would wrack that thing so hard."
"Mom, you're going into voguish teen vernacular a bit too hard."I criticized."It's expected of adults to keep on 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 cooler is if you were just mom. You're great at being just mom."
There was a myopic silence.
"That is so sweet."I finally heard mom say, with her rear to me as she was pouring coffee bean."But still. Do you use facebooks or anything ? It's surprisingly useful."

She walked over to the redact - by the way, I had relocated to the couch during our conversation - and handed me my cup of umber.
"Don't get off topic."I said. I was actually bore to ask her my question, now that I'd thought of a good one."My question is - are you attracted to women ? Like, any one woman ever ?"
Mom looked surprised at the enquiry. She paused for mentation, her eyes looking out the window.
"Yes."she said finally."Weird, 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 process of liquidation. Meaning I have to ask myself the question - am I attracted to men ? And the result is no. I remember actually being in school, wondering why all those tatty girls would hang up around Michael, the ‘ hot guy'at our shoal. He just looked like any ordinary guy to me.
The true statement is that I never really like … anyone. Not sexually, at to the lowest degree. I don't know. Maybe the problem is that looks just does nada 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 woman what ?"mom seemed genuinely confused.
"You know. Who was the woman that you were attracted to ?"
"Ehm. All the single that look like Katy Perry."
"You mean Zoey Disney epithelial duct ?"
"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 beat 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 rima oris with my helping hand in an almost funny face of surprise.
"What ? It's my illusion. I'll be damned if I let someone walk away in my fancy just because they're ‘ not feeling well ’."she shrugged.
"You know. adolescent typically don't like to speak to their parents about sex because they are scared of what they might encounter. This is a utter example of what we fear to discover."
"You know I was just joking."mom said, smiling."You really want to bed who my low gear woman that I was attracted to was ?"
"Yes. And how old were you ?"
Mom was tacit, but no tenacious smiling.
"I see why it was hard for you to talk to me about this."she finally said."It's not not soft for me either."
"Aww, mom, you know that you can tell me anything."I replied, putting my helping hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, but this gets complicated."she shook her head."You asked how old I was at the time. I will tell apart you who she was, but also hold in mind that I was fourteen at the time."
I nodded and she went on.

"When I was fourteen, my father had this estimation of taking the whole family on a vacation in Italy. So we traveled through FRG and Switzerland, the whole affair took three days, back then not all of the roadstead were gravid state highway, so we had to take up some position path as well. And this was pre-smart headphone era, so I didn't have to option to just check cat videos the whole trip.

Me, mom and your uncle, Enam, were taking crook sitting in the front tail. We would switch at every toilet break. So this clip, 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 find out where this was going."… so it was a showery day, but pretty nice for us, the passengers. My dad would rely and mutter about the rain and about the direful driving skills of all the early drivers.

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

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

When mom had initially said that her narration was complicated, I had sort of dismissed that. But now I realized that what she was probably wondering was whether or not I had been attracted to her at some point.
And I really, really wanted to just say"No ! Never ! ”. But there was a problem. As I was about to say -"well mom, I at least want you to know that I've never thought of you that way."- a store surfaced in my intellect. A painful and enjoyable memory all at once. It was a retentiveness 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 nada but a jersey and pantie. He butt was hanging off of the edge of the couch. The sunlight seemed to playfully dance across her exposed cutis. And I just couldn't take my eyes away. Looking at that butt was like looking at the mysterious stern of Anglesea Island Lisa.

"You're wondering, aren't you ?"I asked mom finally."Whether I've had a exchangeable ‘ moment'?"
"Yes. But if you can't or won't say me, that's fine. I don't need to know either way. I just want you to understand, with my little story, that it's perfectly rude to be attracted to many, many different affair. Just appease away from national socialist memorabilia."
"Ok. So we'll get back to you and grandma, but what's up with the Nazi memorabilia ?"
"It was a joke !"
"What kind of a joke is that ! ?"
"It's from that shit commercial."mom laughed."There is a starvation, African kid - no particular land, just ‘ Africa ’. The country of Africa. The world-wide region of Africa. Anyway, the kid is scrubby and over the footage of that kid, a voice says ‘ No one deserves to grow up without a father ’. And for some reason, Calophyllum longifolium, a fellow worker, when that commercial came on, she added to it :
‘ No one deserves to grow up without a founder. Unless you are Der Fuhrer ’.
It made me laugh so much. Now I can't get it out of my head."
"I'm … glad that orphan in Africa makes you happy."I said, not really believing the Logos that were coming out of my mouth.
"Aww, you teenagers are such prudes ! In my day, we could verbalise and laugh about anything ! Because everything was dread ! Have you seen the television solidification from the nineties and LXXX ? They are criminally awful. I can't believe I used to learn them all the time. How could I even tell what was going on ?"

We fell silent and just sipped our coffee for a while.
"biography's weird."I commented after it became apparent that we weren't playing the biz any more.
"Oh, it gets really weird."mom agreed."One of our tribal chief of staff left their Charles William Post utmost calendar month. Apparently they had been sending weekly email to the authorities's functionary ‘ inter-group communication us'email computer address with increasingly crazy conspiracy theories about what was going on in the hospital.

Before he left, we had an hearer ejaculate and examine the MRI machinery because apparently one of the cabal theory that the man had was that the MRI machine was exposed to the internet and all scan were being uploaded to external servers. Apparently his explanation for how it could work in theory was so convincing that they had to send someone to confirm that what he was saying was nonsense."

"Weird."I agreed."There was this one meter ..."I stopped. I was about to secern her about me intellection of her ass 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 clip I had a really dainty conversation with my mom about all form. But I think I'm gon na go and have a nap."
"Don't nap too arduous, or you'll distress yourself."mom smiled, and took my empty-bellied cup with her to the kitchen.
I shook my head and went to my room.

So I am actually a scholar, but I live at home. Since I live in Danish capital, I have the luxury of not requiring to populate in any kind of a dorm. Our public transport system of rules is punctual to within two minutes to the mark. In fact, public transferral inspectors track lateness of buses. If a bus fails to impart the origin station at its assign meter, the bus company gets a mulct. If the bus is the late to other stops within a sealed window, they also get a finely. There's a lot of incentive to keep the public raptus system running well-oiled in Copenhagen.

I'm not sure why I decided to tell apart the story from that point. I guess that's where all of the crazy affair had started.
As you can tell, mom and I get along pretty great. The only fight we had in recent memory was about our personal smart telephone druthers. Mom likes the shiny, Samsung I. But I have a blackberry. I like the keyboard and I have no shame.

But from this point onward, I just … couldn't tear the picture show of my mom's butt out of my top dog. 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 order her about my mom's reaction. She had been pretty uneasy about it too.
We had both agreed to narrate our parents this weekend - this was a sunday by the way.

"So how did she respond ?"Sveta asked, after I told her that I had spoken to my mom.
"Really well. Like - it was no big affair to her at all. I think it would be no problem for you to derive and confab tomorrow. We can hang and everything."
"And your dad ?"
"Still not living with us. They've been separated for years, they don't do societal 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. let you told your parents ?"
"I … didn't find the right opportunity. We had a minor problem."
"What kind of problem ?"
"We had a row again. It's that old argument about ‘ electronic computer biz ’. Like my programing course are just games to me. My parents are back asswards in their mindset. They don't even believe in electric cable car. I love them. But I also wish I could just tell them to get fucked."

I'd heard this before. Svetlana's fellowship was that variety of family that when someone asked you"So how's your family ?"you would do"Well, you know. You pick your Friend, not your family ”.
Meaning that well-nigh 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 director for a local transportation company. Local to Bagdad anyway. And back then, everything was run using paper daybook and folders, not laptops and smart phones. When the war finally came to Baghdad they moved to Kingdom of Denmark and the"pen and paper"position came along with them.
Though they have more or less made themselves at home in Copenhagen, they still seem to be under the effect that programing is just some form of a fad.

"Listen. severalise them that you will ‘ think about it ’. And come over to my place. I, at least, sustain your career choice."I told her over the phone.
"No, if I leave now it will only get worse tomorrow."
"So what you're expression is that you want to stay with me for two days ? We can order that."
"No, no. I need to cope with this on my own."
"You know how sometimes you talk to a someone one day and that person is really, really trying to deal an idea to you really hard and really passionately. But then you talk to that person the day after. And for some reason, they seem to be a bit blasé about the unscathed thing now. Do you know why that happens ?"
There was a silence over the phone as she thought over the problem."Because they found out that it was bullshit ?"Sveta asked.
"Well. Ok, maybe. But what I meant was that time changes perspective. I promise you that time is all you need to settle down 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 sneak out. I'll call 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 room, she added"She looks like it's been raining."
I looked out the window at the sunshine outside, perplexed.
Regardless, I went out to greet her and saw instantly what mom meant. Her eyes were slightly puffy and her composition, which she had at one point tried to re-apply, was running down her cheeks.
"Your family seem like such a skillful bunch."I said, trying to make a joke.
"Don't talking to me about them."she nearly hissed.
"Well … we have grapevine and coffee. Come in and name yourself comfortable."mom said, breaking the ice like a surgeon with a sledgehammer.

I took her hand and led her into my elbow room. There I sat her down on my bed and looked into her eyes.
"Want to talk about it ?"
"Not really."
"Want to … I don't know, sit and cry for a while ?"
"Not really."she chuckled.
"Man, you're hard to delight. Mom wasn't kidding about the birth grapes. Want some ?"
"No."she said in a bantam 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 fond feeling spread through my chest. Something that was either a medical examination condition or deep, palpable affection.

We both laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. We were holding custody, our finger intertwined. I was on her right and she was on my left.
She smelled of something that I can only describe as lovingness. Like how sunshine smells. I snuggled my top dog close to hers.

And at some distributor point around there - I fell asleep.
The rainwater was soothingly beating against the windowpane of the car. I looked around, wondering when we were going to arrive. I was about to open my back talk and ask, but just as I did I noticed that mom was asleep on the seat following 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 route became.
I was annoyed at first off."These south European land need to get their mother fucker together and start taking care of their infrastructure."
But out of the quoin of my eye I noticed that slowly, but steadily - my mom's summertime garb was slipping off of her shoulders. I turned my head to watch 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 go and as we turned, her dress slipped even further down, completely revealing her soft, pale breasts. Each one of them was just slightly diminished than the size of it of my head.
They swung and swayed with the motion of the car.

Not sure what to do in a situation like this, I proceeded only to follow. I didn't want to wake and embarrass her. And I didn't want this piddling talent I'd received to be covered up either.
But as we kept on drive, I realized that the dress was still slipping off every time the car turned. It was so far down her torso that I could see the shading of her pubic hair.
I had to come together my center for a second because they were at risk of exposure of popping right out of my head.

Nervously looking at mom's sleeping face, I quickly shoved my right hand paw down my step-in. The total of fluid in there could consume drowned soul if they approached unprepared. I was sure as shooting that I was going to cum any secondment, just a bit and I would be finished.
I started fingering myself as quickly, and quietly, as I could. And baffling I was really horny, the bound kept moving just beyond reach.
The more my finger's breadth played and rubbed and probed and prodded, the Thomas More on edge I became, but it's like there was a fencing there at the edge that I couldn't quite get over.

All this clip that I was playing with myself, I kept my centre fixed on my mom's fork and breasts. I could smell the smell of my own odour everywhere and knew that I couldn't hold back it hidden. But I also had good grounds to assume that my parents didn't know what my sex odour smelled like.
Looking at her boob, I got the impossibly appealing urge to just quickly gain out and catch them.
I used my left deal to contract my own breast, but it just wasn't the same. I squeezed it anyway for a piece because it felt Nice and was really sensitive rightfield now.
Alright.
Now or never.

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

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

As my fingers moved slowly in and out, with me putting pressing upwards when inside, I started to sort of get a tactile property for the surrounding area of her cumulation. She had a soft, shadow bush around her vulva and so the features weren't fully visible. But as my fingerbreadth went all the way in, my thenar rested on her vulva. It was really puffy, soft and warm. Much more pronounced than mine was, and to me it felt really erotic.
I moved my hand in a little, circular motion, petting the kitten - so to speak.
And then she put one finger inside of me. Oh my god. I wasn't prepared for it and just the feeling of her hand pushing the digit in drove chisel me quickly to the sharpness of the sharpness. I felt like a sleigh hammer had knocked down the fence and I was in devoid fall.

My read/write head, dizzy from the intoxicating intuitive feeling, fell onto her dresser, onto her warm bosom. Instinctively, I grabbed a nipple in my mouth to snog it and lap up it.
I felt the orgasm ramp up up. I squeezed my second joint together to keep her hand where it was and - ...

I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up by something pulling on one of my toes.
"It's dinner."mom said, her face hovering above mine."It's dinner now. Come on. Get up."
"grapevine memorabilia."I said, confused by the pipe dream I'd been having. I didn't want to accidentally say what I had just been doing in the dream, but I couldn't think of coherent sentences that didn't involve"shag me, oh my god, please constitute me cum ”.

I paused. Did I say that last judgment of conviction out loud ? I looked around. Mom was looking at me, waiting for me to get up. Sveta was asleep adjacent to me. Ok, so I had managed to keep back my sassing shut. Thank god.

The sun was almost completely pour down. Though there was still some kind of light illuminating the outside, it was clearly colored 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 carnival portion of shit-holes, after mom separated with dad. Housing in any capitol is an issue and a huge cluster-fuck, unless it's like … Iceland where trapping is not only usable, it's mandatory. But the issue of us living so far up was that we didn't see the lights from the streetlight down on our street, making Nox a bit darker for residents of upper berth stories.

"Hey Sveta, get up. There be food."I said, nudging her gently into awareness.
"Yes, dad."she muttered and kept on sleeping.
"It's me. Linnea. Do I really look old enough to be your father ? I barely even have a beard."I said, not really expecting a answer 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 subject 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 long. I kind of flavor like we wasted the unharmed 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 lifelike dream that was. Typically, I didn't commemorate even one percent of what happened to me in my dreams.
It was always something shadowy about me going to get ice cream, but there was no catsup at the store so the solid day was ruined because what kind of a fool eats ice cream without ketchup ? Nonsense like that.

The food was fried white potato with Allium cepa and mushrooms.
"It smells really good."Svetlana said, appreciatively sniffing the air.
"postponement 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 firstly when we sat down and started eating, things were mute. Not entirely awkward, just silent in us being busy shoving intellectual nourishment into our mouths.
"So Svetlana."mom said eventually."How are you doing at school ? I hear that you are a hacker, is that right ?"I was certain 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 hack on into savings bank and so on ?"mom asked, persisting with the hacker thing.
"I mean. No but yeah. Maybe. It depends. Depends on the savings bank, and on what you want to carry out. I mean, technically - you don't need to sleep together programing to steal from a bank, you could just steal someone's bank card, couldn't you ?"
"But you'd need to know their pin."
"Yeah, but say you watch them enter their pin."
"trade good point, I guess."mom conceded."So, how did you two love snort actually cope with ?"
Sveta seemed to turn slightly more red at the question.
"Our year work together a lot."I said."persona of being a digital creative person it being able to convert system of measurement, you know - turn and statistics - into light to read, visual internal representation. We had a row together called ‘ visual code'and she was my workplace 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 strong to believe.
"What ? You met dad in high-school. How is that any more appropriate ?"I asked, indignant.
"We were at his post and playing tag. Our pattern were that since he was faster, he couldn't use his hands to tag me, so he had to use his penis."
"Whaaat."I exclaimed, as Sveta laughed nervously."Nooo. No. That's not true."
"It's completely true. I was wearing a strap-on we had found in his parents'room."mom said, reminiscing."To pull in it more even. Although I had some length reward with it."
"No way. So he was running around the firm, 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 Cola. Yes. We're a Pepsi family. I like the blue 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 stay receptive for either of us to answer.
"Always."Sveta replied."Even when I was younger, I thought that the Barbie skirt I was playing with were ..."
"Like tops hot."I finished the sentence for her."They have some really perky tits. No sag what so ever."
Sveta just blushed.
"And you ?"mom looked at me.
"We were over this earlier."I reminded her."Probably when I met Sveta, I think."I said, neglecting to advert that sentence her stub looked into my soul."But thinking back, there were just small things that now seem like pretty obvious clues. I think the job is that I've never really been ‘ into'anyone before."
"You've never had a fellow ?"Sveta asked curiously.
"No. I mean, all the admirer I've had in simple and gamey school day were more or less … what is a nicer word for changeling ? We all were. None of us really focused on anything early than just making noise, now that I think back to my time at school. 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 calm down a lot in the end three years."
"How about you ?"I asked Sveta.
"No. I've always been too shy to let the cat out of the bag about who I liked. And never really had the chance 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 … serious. I thought I would like it more like this, where everyone are just focused on their piece of work. But I feel now that people are actually trying to go themselves to death."
"Seriously ?"I asked, considering the idea."In my class, they have basically day by day ‘ beer Friday ’. It started as a friday thing, but their concept of ‘ Friday'isn't very exonerate. Fri is more a body politic of judgement than a particular day."
"wellspring. You guys are artist after all."Sveta laughed.
"So do your class better half know about you two ?"mom asked.
"No. I don't think so. But I don't think they care either."I said.
"We've … sort of been very discreet until now."Sveta confirmed."I'm happy that you are so squeamish about it."she added to my mom.
"Well, I can't say that I've never wanted to try the sweet taste of peaches."mom said, leaning back and taking a sip from her chicken feed."To wander amongst the cerise blossom. To tip toe through the tulips. To motorboat the seas. It would be hypocritical of me to be against it."
"So you are ..."Sveta started the sentence, but then caught herself and couldn't think of a good way to end it.

This reminded me of something. Earlier today when I was talking to mom, she said that her low - first - memory of being interested in a fair sex was when she was XIV with her mom, my grandma.
"Oh yeah."I said, raising a finger for attention."You told me about the kickoff time. But if that was the outset, does it entail that there were former meter ?"
"What was the first sentence ?"asked Sveta, curiously.
"Oh, I was young and I just mistook Hilary Clinton for vizor Sir James Augustus Murray. Had a endearing good afternoon with that."mom waved Sveta's question away."The second prison term ? The bit meter was when I was already married to your dad actually."
"Bill Murray ?"asked Sveta, still hanging onto her question.
"With my dad ?"I asked.
"Ok. You two nosy whoreson get into the aliveness elbow room and I'll bring a nursing bottle of wine-colored, got it ?"mom asked, pointing at us, probably measuring our reaction.
"We get to drink ?"I asked, incredulous."Won't that lead to a crippling cocain addiction later on in life ?"
"Yes, but if you're smart, you can take a shit some honorable money selling drugs, or so I hear."mom replied."You alright with that, Svetlana, or do you desire some coffee, tea or something instead ?"
"No, I'm fine … if it's ok with you."she replied, her oculus really big from either surprise or fervour."I don't idea. But I'd rather you didn't tell my parents about any of this. They can be a bit difficult."
"So I noticed."mom said."What stays in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, comes to Vegas."
"You mean ‘ what happens in Vegas, stays in Lope Felix de Vega Carpio ’."
"Don't try and be clever with me."mom snapped back, but clearly jokingly.

As we made ourselves well-to-do in the living room mom brought us all trash of wine. We actually had a set of really fancy-looking wine looking glass from the thirties. They were octagonal, with each side having a phantasy, 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 vino."Actually not very wind up. But better than the low gear one. I was in my thirdly year of university and we were all sent out as medical intern at unlike hospital. So I was an intern at the home hospital, here in Copenhagen. Doing some MRI scans. Helping out over at ER. And another one of the miss that was there with me from my class - well, she eventually dropped out because she realized that even though she liked practice of medicine and science, she hated the literal patients."mom laughed at that."I guess it's good that she was at least honest about it, but still.

So one day went to her situation to get a duad of boozing and just chat. We were supposed to be a bigger group, but there was some problem with the shifts and the people that we were supposed to meet ended up having to take different shifts. Happens all the hump time. The disposal is run by a random phone number 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 other people ?
So she goes to change into some comfy clothes. And she's not shy at all around me, her boob are all over the place. Swinging around, going over to commute this, do that, pick that up. I'm standing there watching as she almost intentionally stretches to wander 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 firedog, 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 coolheaded with the Thomas Kyd. You can't let her see that she gets to you, you'll only further her."
"But you were basically salivating."mom said, intentionally emphasizing the word ‘ salivating ’.
"Yeah, I was salivating because I was listening to a juicy story. There were knocker everywhere, you said."I answered, laughing."Go on, what did the tit do ?"

"Like I said, it's not a very exciting storey. But you were wondering whether I've ever been with another woman more intimately, and the answer 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 approximation. Just clamped onto each early like vacuums.
"I'm not a five yr old."mom scoffed."I understand the basic 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 tribade sex ? Come on. I know the basics of gay guy sex too, but there's not chance of me being a gay man."
"Well, given what we learned today it wouldn't be too shocking."I countered.

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

"So Sveta. What was your first time ?"mom asked.
"You don't have to answer."I said quickly.
But after a bit of thought, she smiled and nodded."No, it's mulct. First clip that I thought of a woman in a sexual way, or first time I was with a woman ?"
"Oh, so you've had other woman before !"I exclaimed, partly in mock-outrage and partly in genuine surprise."So when did you lose your virginity ?"
"wellspring. I've never had penetrative sex."Sveta replied, looking at us wonderingly."I'm not sure on how the ‘ virginity'electric switch works, but I was under the printing 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 of opinion ?"I objected. I wasn't entirely sure on how this unscathed hymen thing worked.
"A hymen isn't a rampart somewhere inside of your vagina."mom sighed."It's like a sinew or membrane on the sides of your vagina's entry. Like the supports of a doorway. The ‘ breaking'of the hymen is just stretching your vagina wide enough for it to buck. 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 member 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 humans thinks that there is some kind of a ‘ cascade cap'inside of us. So actually, yes. It's possible that if you only use digit that you won't tear your hymen. But it's also possible for it to heal up again when torn. Like I said, it has nix to do with virginity."
"wellspring. Then when do you stop being a Virgo the Virgin ?"Sveta asked.
"I've no idea."mom replied."It used to be pretty childlike. If you've had a member inside of your vagina then you were no longer a virgin. Technically, maybe you two will stay on virgins forever, who knows ?"
While I pondered this idea, Sveta went on with her story.
"So the 1st time I thought of a woman in a intimate way was actually my Danish teacher in elementary school. I thought that she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Though at the sentence, 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 kiss and it would sense good."she laughed at herself."I've advance my imagination since."
"I can ideate. How Thomas Young were you when you were with a woman for the world-class clip ?"I asked her.
"I'll tell you. But this has to stay in this room and never leave it, ok ?"she said, making sure that both me and mom nodded before going on. She took a big draft of wine-coloured."Last twelvemonth our unit family went on vacation to Mallorca. It's this really pop tourist island in Spain.
So we had three hotel rooms. One for me and my 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 hand."My cousin-german is this really hardcore Moslem, she is needlessly strict 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 wake me up, and left for breakfast on her own. During the sentence she was gone I started waking up. And I felt a bit … you know. I was a bit aroused. So I started touching myself. I let the covers slip off and I just lay there, enjoying myself. And then I nearly had a mettle attack.
Apparently between the fourth dimension that my cousin left and I started touching myself, the cleaning maidservant 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 water at me. And we just stare at each other for what feels like … I don't like to magnify, but it was definitely at least a hundred years.
Then I moved. What I did was I removed my handwriting away from my … uhm …"
"Vagina ?"mom prompted.
"Yes, my vagina. And I placed it on the bed next to me, because I meant to get up. Like, drive myself off of the bed. But. The way it must possess looked to her was that I basically spread myself for her now. Like I was inviting her.
And - for some reason - she must have 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-class honours degree time'stories online, about how it's sometimes painful or difficult for the first time. And it seems that my outset 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 woman sit on a man's … penis."
"Dongle."mom corrected her.
"Yes, the dongle."Sveta laughed."But she sat a bit lower on my ramification, so that she could put her fingers inside of me. And then she swayed on top of me in meter 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 fantasies, but in real life. I wasn't trusted what to do, what to grab. Like, would it be rude of me to just grab her pectus then and there ? In retrospect, I should own. But I was just waiting for cues from her.
After a while she actually paused and pulled up her wearing apparel skirt. She was wearing one of those shameful uniforms with skirts instead of trousers, you know what I mean ? Like flight attendants wear.
She pulled the skirt up, and I moved my hand directly to her fork. I wasn't even thinking."Sveta paused at this tip to tope some Thomas More vino."It's actually concern, now that I think back to the event, that she was already soaking wet when I put my hired hand inside of her panty. I wonder what she had been doing in our privy. I don't think she was just cleaning it."Sveta laughed.
"Thank you for those details."I said, feeling very hot and basically chugging wine.
"Did you see her again ?"mom asked, leaning her headway to the side.
"Well. Every metre I saw her after that, we kind of … winked at each other. Or smiled. But no, we didn't do anything else."Sveta shook her head, squinting, seemingly trying to remember a year back in time.
"And how was your first meter ?"mom turned to me.
"You want to know my first time ?"I asked, exchanging an embarrassed facial expression with Sveta.
"Yeah. Now that we're all sharing."
Oh boy. I had to admit that I was really excited to utter about it, especially since Sveta and I hadn't really talked too a good deal about it. We've mostly just been doing statement. Like"Yes, we did that ! ”. Rather than sit down and hash out it.

"first gear time was on the bus."I said."We took the bus together, late in the evening one day. Literally no one but us and the driver was on board."
"Oh, that's decent !"Sveta exclaimed."I'd forgotten about that one. I can't believe we did it there."
"What did you do exactly ?"mom said, her eye cautious, as though she thought we publicly urinated or something.
"Nothing big. But it was at the start of that week, if I don't misremember, that we had for the first metre talked about being Sir Thomas More than just friends. And we would have 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 lawyer or bodyguard ? I'll be your personal cheerleader !"
"That's … bizarre, don't do that."I said, trying to make her sit back down.
But she stood up and did a little dance while saying"springiness me a K ! Give me an I ! devote me an S ! And another S ! cave in me a kiss !"
While I was trying to hide, Sveta moved closer to me and gave me, what was to date, the most sensual kiss we'd ever shared.
For a brusque here and now, I completely forgot everything that was going on. Our tongues met, our lips closed, and I felt our saliva mixing inside. It was wet and a bit squashy actually, but her fragrance was so hefty and her soundbox was radiating so very much heat that it completely overwhelmed my senses.
As our kiss went on, I realized that our hands were roaming around, touching our bodies.
Gently I grasped Sveta's carpus and, smiling slightly, pulled away from the kiss.

"Cheerleading does make a difference."I said."That one was pretty good."
"That one was amazing."Sveta corrected me with a meet smile.
"I never knew I had an 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 specific sentence didn't need any more than work.
"We spent that intact bus ride kissing."Sveta said, holding my hand tightly to her bureau in her own manus."I am sure that the bus driver saw us kissing, by the way. But after the first two Michigan, with no one getting on the bus, Linnea started to move her hand along my inner thigh. Like - all the way up to here-…"Sveta marked a line of business from her lower thigh all the way up into her crotch.
"In my defense, I didn't even know that we were the only multitude on the bus at that power 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 trick - where when someone posts a picture of an octopus, somebody else always writer ‘ I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going'? It was kind of like that, I was the devilfish. Just hands everywhere."
"Nooo."Sveta said, shaking her head."It wasn't like that at all. You really fixated on my vagina and boob, but I was the one running my hired hand everywhere."

"Let's just say that we weren't really controlling our bridge player to any important degree."I said, a bit surprised at her commentary."The affair is that Sveta smells really nice. So that when we were kissing - I kind of had trouble paying attention to what I was doing specifically. I just knew the general counseling that I wanted us to go in."
I moved in and kissed Sveta again to find 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 mental capacity not realizing that they wouldn't jazz 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 modification 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 route lead to Vega. And you're the only one here who hasn't kissed a real, confessedly woman."I persisted.
"Are you sure ?"Sveta asked, hesitantly but not reluctantly."And it's what girdle 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 replete this night. And then to how many prison term it had been empty. The bottle of wine on the table was empty. I just haven't been paying attention to the fact that it had been magically refilling itself.

I wondered to myself whether this was imbibe me talking, or whether I was actually thinking - on my own terms - that this was a really skilful idea.
I decided to err on the slope of caution and assume that it was my thought, and not the inebriant talking. Since I am more authentic than the alcoholic drink, it would hold sense that I would have this great idea.

needle to say, drunk me was an retard. Then again, I can't really verbalise too many congratulations of the sober me either.

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

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

I put my arms 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 headspring. Something that wasn't really dreadful, but still difficult to recall about. Something that felt a lot like ‘ I want to give sex with my mother ’.
"What's up ?"Sveta asked.
"No … it's nothing."I said slowly, my brain feeling muddy and unfocused.
"You can secern us. I think, after what we've said and done today, you can say anything really."mom said, finishing off her glass of wine-colored."Wouldn't be fair if we stopped here."
"No, it wouldn't be fair."I agreed."But … I don't want to make this really unearthly right now."
"I think we're past that."Sveta said. She was slowly sliding down into the delicate profundity of the couch. Like she was trying to relax harder with every second.
"It's just that I really like you."I said to Sveta."Like, I really, genuinely want to be with you and have you in my life."
"That's sweet."my mom said in an uncharacteristically high voice.
"And I want to be with you !"Sveta exclaimed, raising her top dog."Forever. You can bear me."
"Ok, cool but melodramatic."I said, but I couldn't stop my case splitting in a huge grinning at that.
"So what did you want to say ?"she asked.
"Right."I felt that display was a lot bettor than tell in this situation.
So I decided to show them what I wanted to do. I stood up and took off my blouse. They were both watching me carefully, observing the way in which I was steering this ship.
I put the blouse in a measured flock on the level somewhere behind me.
Then I unclasped my bra. I felt, rather than learn, their intake of breath.

My breasts weren't that big, B-cups, but they had a squeamish hornpout and firmness to them that I liked personally.
I dropped the bra behind me as well.
Then I went to unbutton my jean and mom let out an"Oooh. ”. A kind of conflict"Oooh"that I agreed with wholly heartedly.
I took my blue jean off and added them to the pile on the story. My filing system 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 hands on her second joint. I parted her thighs and went in to snog her. I kissed her as passionately as we had kissed before, this time sparks flying everywhere, our noses brushing against eachother, us breathing heavily.
But after a moment I rose back up. I looked my mom straight in the eyes and I went to put my hired hand 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 backtalk."I really feel it's the properly thing."

Gently I moved my face finisher to hers. My brim landed softly on hers and after the initial contact, I let my lingua move into her mouth, going between her lips.
At first she was quiet. She let it happen but seemed to not desire to encourage me. And then suddenly she grabbed me with both her limb 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 mouthpiece. She tasted of wine and smelled of her regular shampoo and something else, something that must have been her own, cancel scent.
Her hands were on my ass, massaging my butt cheeks and she was making small, soft moans.
After a few gist 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 finish the sentence.
"Have you two done anything with each other before ?"she asked finally.
I moved off of mom and sat myself on top of Sveta.
"No. Never."I said.
Mom moved herself closer so that she could sit right next to Sveta and without being prompted gave a really wet kiss to Sveta, at the like time as I lifted Sveta's tee shirt over her head.
"We've never even talked about sex in general before today."mom added."I feel like I'm such a bad mother."She moved her headland up until it was chest-height to me and kissed my left-hand breast. Not just the nipple, she sucked in a clustering of breast-flesh in her mouth and kissed it, licking it and massaging it with her handwriting."I really should have done this sooner."
Sveta more or less ripped her jeans off of her, she was so emotional that she somehow managed to fling them off of her in the situation that she was sitting in, with my mother's tit hanging just above her typeface, brushing her nose.
With no hesitation she put her paw under mom's blouse and rubbed them, making mom give off a fragile groan in surprise.

In all of this I had over-estimated just how much ascendence I had. As mom went back to kiss Sveta, I started grinding my vagina on Sveta's second joint, massaging her white meat with my hands as I moved up and down. And the bizarre, highly sexual reality of the situation suddenly struck me. I couldn't full stop myself.
"Oh … my god."I whispered as I came. I used Sveta's breasts as purchase to keep myself steady, as the orgasmic Wave drowned me in deafening pleasure."Holy hoot. Holy fuck."I breathed deeply, falling onto the couch, on Sveta's left-hand side.
And as I got off of Sveta, I saw mom sit herself on top of Sveta.
Mom's blouse had been removed and Sveta's face was right between mom's breast. Though they had a bit of sag, they still looked amazing, being roughly twice the sizing of my own and still pretty perky, though really soft.
I saw Sveta's hired hand quickly fingering her own vagina, her pantie shifted to the side, giving me a great sight of her glistening wetness.
Looking first at me, and then back to Sveta, mom unbuttoned her own blue jean and removed them. Then she slowly moved her self up, letting Sveta's titty brush against her venter. And stopped when her vagina, covered by her pantie, was ripe in forepart of Sveta's face.
Sveta needed no prompting for this. She moved her 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 mouth and softly breathed on it. The heat of Sveta's breathing space made mom squirm and groan in pleasure.

As Sveta moved aside mom's pantie, 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 climax, I moved down to the level and positioned myself right in figurehead 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 firstly moved her panty back to cover her wet vagina. Then I put my mouth over her vulva, so that it was completely covered. For a mo I had the image of me putting a burger into my rima oris. And then I let out a slow, warm hint onto her vagina.
Sveta squirmed and laughed."That feels amazing !"she exclaimed.
"No, don't stop !"mom whined instantly, taking Sveta's head and placing her mouth back to influence on mom's vagina.
I took off Sveta's step-in completely and put my mouthpiece back where it had been, but this time without taking all of the vulva in.
Sveta had never shaved her pubic tomentum, so to figure out where to go I let my spit roam her slit, investigating the labia, testing to see how the folds were placed and how big or diminished 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 share of her vagina.
This clip I decided not to delay too long. I used my hands to spread her vagina apart and instantly spotted her clitoris. It was swollen and ready for a really good sentence. I was prepare to give it that.

Somewhere above me, I heard mom having a pretty good 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 head between her legs stiff. I realized that she was about to cum and break up up the speed, adding insistence with my spit as I quickly licked and massaged the clitoris in my mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah !"I heard mom scream, as from the other end, I heard Sveta moaning incoherently into mom's vagina.
Suddenly Sveta's legs opened and she put a protective hand over her mound.
"Oh my god ! Oh my god ! holy place molly !"I heard Sveta moan, as mom's naked body collapsed correctly side by side to her.
Their defenseless bodies looked beautiful together, and the smell of sex in the room made me feel 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 lips, pointedly licking and sucking on my tongue.
As soon as she pulled away, mom's face appeared out of nowhere and kissed me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, with a lot of saliva being exchanged. I sucked on her tongue and we ‘ licked'each other inside.
As she pulled away, as small track off saliva till hung on. My right hand was fingering my vagina and I sat myself back on Sveta's thigh. They both looked at me as I kept masturbating myself in movement of them.
Mom's decently hired man reached out to stroke me. Just me generally, stroking my boob, my hands, my ass, my vagina.
watching all of this, Sveta slowly started to rub her vagina, almost absentmindedly.
My ventilation was getting heavier and cloggy. I felt the coming building inside of me like a kettle hole on the wand of boiling, with the piss beginning to rumble.
Mom was there to bear out me, one of her hands rubbing my vagina from behind, between my pegleg. She was almost touching my prick with her ovolo. Her other hand was massaging my breasts.
I felt really powerful pressure from deep inside of me and suddenly …
"Aaah ..."I came so unvoiced that I lost my balance and slumped forward, my head buried in the couch, with the rest of my body resting on Sveta.

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