This story started a year ago. My husband and I made arrangements to send our 15-year-old son to a mountain summer camp where he wanted to go for a few months. Then my husband thought we should take a vacation too. We chose Cyprus to spend several weeks.
We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and made reservations in a beautiful hotel on a picturesque beach. We were getting our passports, travel checks and money exchanged when my husband told me he had to go to Japan for business.
He said I shouldn’t let that stop me from paying for everything. So I called my mother and asked her if she wanted to come with me. She was so excited that I thought she was gonna crawl through the phone line. She went out to get her passport and bought a wardrobe and luggage.
When the time came and we left the plane, we were struck in the face with the heat. I turned to Mom and said, “I wasn’t in Kansas anymore! “Toto.”
We took the hotel bus with our travel companions and we checked in. We had a beautiful room that was far from the street and overlooking the rocky coast of the Mediterranean Sea. The crystal clear waters and the smell of salty air were so refreshing.
Mom and I took all the visits, with everybody at the hotel. We took pictures everywhere. I met some English teachers who were on vacation (as they called it). The eldest was a dirty blonde named Barbara Jones and the young woman was called Maggie Jones. I thought they were sisters, but they told me Jones was the most common name in England. We all had a chance. I found their accent charming. We speak the same language, but we have so many ways to say the same thing that it attracts your attention. Simple things like that of the American say in the opposite direction the hands of a watch, they say in the counter-clockwise direction.
They’re very gregarious women. Buses laughed all the time, with their comments on everything. When we got on the bus, I seemed to sit next to them.
Mom was friends with a woman my age. She was an interesting woman. She was French, but from Morocco. She told us her name was Michel. She was a striking woman. Her long black hair shone as if oiled. She had a pronounced widow’s spike and thick eyebrows. At least they were in shape. His eyes had a dark shadow. His skin was rich brown. For some reason, they did it. When we hit the tourist shops, they seemed to hang out, while I laughed my ass at Barb and Maggie’s comments.
By the time we saw everything on the island that we wanted to see the people who were there only for a week had left, and a new group of tourists had registered.
I started going to the beach with my English friends. Mom started begging and doing her own thing. One day, I went to the beach rather private. When I got to the beach, I saw Barb and Maggie. I’m heading right to them. I finally noticed they were both naked. It wasn’t, so far, a lot of people in the area went to sunbathe naked. As I approached Barbara rolled and kissed Maggie on her mouth. The kiss wasn’t the kind of kiss I’ve ever seen. Then at my shock, Barbara put her hand on Maggie’s vulva, and rubbed her while they were kissing.
I turned around and headed to the beach. I didn’t know what to think. I knew that some women preferred to have sex with each other, but I had never been exposed to such behaviour before. I found myself at the hotel.
When I arrived, I opened the door. While I was in the room, I saw Mom’s ass naked rolling on the bed and I tried to hide her body behind the upper leaf. Michel was lying on the sheets completely naked. She rolled in my direction and reached a box of cigarettes and a lighter. She opened the box, took out a cigarette and lit it. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with smoke.
She just said, “If you don’t join us, close the door on your way, dear.”
His image was burned in my mind while I looted my apologies and pulled out of the room. I closed the door. I went to the beach and found a coffee, and I ordered a bottle of wine. As I sat alone drinking, I saw the image of Michel’s body in my mind and that of my mother.
Michel’s skin is dark brown everywhere. There was no pale area left by a swimsuit line. Its areoles were dark chocolate. I was struck by the fact that when she rested her free hand behind her head, her arm was intact. The hair was thick. His vulva was not fainted. She had a lot of hair between her legs. She seemed to exude sex. Even the lazy way she inhaled the smoke and the way she blew the smoke out of her mouth with some smoke coming out of her nose as she closed her mouth seemed sexy.
On the other hand, she only had a quick glimpse of her mother. She knew what her naked mother looked like, but she never saw her mother like that. Her mother had a beautiful figure for a woman over sixty. That’s right! The tits are a little clogged. The flesh under his navel also sapped. His flesh was no longer resilient, but Mom was still a very attractive woman. When she opened the door, she saw her white ass in the air. She saw a glimpse of her pubic hair from the back. Her mother had her hands under Michel’s ass and her face was tight against the pubic black woman.
Nicholas almost missed the beautiful red sunset and the dark shadows that work their war through the bay. She barely noticed when Barbara and Maggie sat in the white plastic chairs around the white plastic table.
When she finally saw Barb, she got drunk, “You know what I saw today? Of course you don’t know what I saw today! I saw you kissing Maggie on the beach. But, but… It’s okay, I saw my mom suck Michel’s pussy in our room! »
Barbara said, I think you’ve had enough! I said, “Why stop, I’m just numb!”
With this Maggie and Barbara helped me get on my feet and took me back to the hotel. I tried to resist, but I couldn’t stop them from taking him to their room. I said, “Did you see the beautiful sunset?” But I was also talking about black pussy hair.
When they let me into their room, I fell face to face at the foot of their bed. I looked asleep.
In the morning, I woke up with a full bladder, a beating head and a dry mouth. I didn’t know where I was at first. The room looked very much like mine, but the color was not correct and things were in different places. When I looked at the head of the bed, Barbara and Maggie slept next door. They had nightshirts at least. Of course from my point of view, I could see that both had a sparse cover of brown hair between their legs.
I rolled the foot of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I couldn’t move fast or my head started spinning. I peed and remembered what happened yesterday. When I looked at my face in the mirror, I saw that my mascara was messed up and my face swollen. Then I felt my tongue. It looked like it was covered in fungus. I was sure my breath smelled like a trash.
I figured out what it was. I picked up one of the two toothbrushes and brushed my teeth well. I tried to brush my tongue without gag. Then I washed my face well.
When I entered the room, Barbara was awake. She asked in a soft voice, “Do you feel better?”
I gave him a sheep smile, and I said, “I’m too sick to die.”
Barbara ruined and said, “The local wine has a kick.”
Maggie woke up and rubbed her eyes and kissed Barbara on her mouth. Then she smiled at me. She asked, “Did you accept what you found out yesterday again?”
I said, “There aren’t many things I could do about it. I didn’t know my mother had desires like that. She was just doing what I’ve been dreaming about for a while. "
It made them smile. Then I added, I hope you don’t mind that I used one of your toothbrushes to get the shit out of my mouth. "
Barbara said, “It was good! Then she took the phone and called my room number. I’m watching her say hello! Mrs. Backer, this is Barbara Jones. I’m calling to tell you that Nicholas is here in our room. She’s fine! She just drank a little too much wine yesterday. Not at all! Don’t worry. Nicholas was shocked by what she saw. I’m sure there’s nothing to forgive. She had a few shocks. She saw Maggie and me kissing on the beach while I was playing with her pussy. Yes, we’re long-time lovers. Why don’t we meet in the dining room for breakfast in 30 minutes? Goodbye, darling!”
With this, she put Maggie on her ass and told her to move. I was looking at them for the first time, knowing they were lovers. They took turns using the small bathroom and returned to the room to dress. Barbara said there’s nothing more to let you know about us. You’ve seen the best parts, I suppose. I watched them dress up and found them very sexy too.
We were sitting at a round table. It was up to me to kiss mom first. She looked like a sheep and asked, “Am I forgiven? I said, “There was nothing to forgive. I’m only sorry I left yesterday.”
Michel looked deep into my eyes and said, “I wish you had joined us. »
The conversation around the table has become lighter. There was a buzz of women’s voices eating. They were all talking about how they like to sleep with women. I finally made the statement, “I guess I’m the only one at this table who didn’t taste a pussy.”
My mother fainted her throat, “It’s not really true, honey.” I looked at her and asked what she meant? She gave me a warm smile and asked me if I remember being breastfed? I questioned her and said, “No!” She kept saying, “I fed you breasts until you were over three.”
“What was so special?” I asked.
Mom blushes and, in a low voice, she says, “When you scare yourself between meals, I’ll put you between my legs and let you suck my clitoris. When you were walking and talking, you even asked me to let you suck the little tits.”
Realizing the implications of his statement took a while to deepen. When I looked around the table Barbara was the first to ask, “Do you want to suck my little tits?” Everyone broke up laughing.
As the meal ended, we decided to rent a car and go to a remote beach for the day. We had them deliver an Italian sedan to the front of the hotel.
There were many people to install five adult women in the compact car. We bought a basket of food to take away with us and put it in the trunk (tunk) as Barbara and Maggie called it. I added an air mattress raft. We drove along the coast until we found an isolated beach, not visible from the road. It was known as Smugglers cove, in the local language.
We parked the car out of sight of the road and walked on the rocky path to the creek. The beach was facing south and had a lot of sun on the beach. We put a blanket and put the basket to eat in a little shade. Everyone took their own clothes. We noted that Michel was the only present who did not need to be concerned about the sunburn.
Let’s just say Barbara, Maggie, Mom and I had very white buttocks, glowing in the sun. The glare could blind a person. When we were all naked, we rubbed our breasts and pussy while we felt the hot breeze passing over our body.
I pulled out the inflatable mattress with a cotton rope and swollen it with my mouth. When we rushed into blue water and walked around like schoolgirls. We had something to support ourselves as we moved in the middle of the creek.
It was about 20 feet deep at this point. I had to dive down just to see if there was anything worth talking about. If there’d never been anything valuable, it had been recovered years ago. As I climbed from the bottom, I looked and saw that the four bodies were gathering around the raft. The only body I was sure of was Michel’s. The other three white buttocks were too similar. The other thing is that by standing on the raft with one hand, they had a free hand between the legs of the nearest body.
When I surfaced and had a lung full of air, I joined them on the raft. In my current mood, I filled my lungs and came back underwater. I swam under the mother and got between her legs. I moved my dark hand away from her pussy and kissed her hair pie, for the first time in nearly forty years. I sucked his clitoris as long as my lungs left me.
When I came back for the air, Mom said, “We better get back to the beach before you drown.”
We were about to leave the other women, when they all agreed that they should dry. So we five pushed the raft off the shore. We all freaked out on the cover. It was crowded and we were all in a hurry against each other. I was excited to have slept with my mother, and the black woman she sucked the night before.
I started kissing mom on my mouth with all the emotion of a girl in love. As we kissed, we felt each other’s breasts. Michel knelt between our legs and felt our pussy at the same time.
I looked across the cover. Barbara and Maggie were sitting there, with their legs crossed and their arms around each other while they were watching the show in front of them.
I had to find out what Mom had tasted. I moved his body and separated his brown vagina with my fingers, so I could look at him. I felt her pussy wet and opened my mouth and tasted her pussy. I was really sucking my mom’s pussy when I felt my legs split.
When I raised my head enough to look down and see what was happening, Michel was sticking his face between his legs and starting to suck my pussy. Before, I went back to suck Mom’s pussy, checked Barb and Maggie. They watched while masturbating.
I looked at Mom and she was playing with her breasts with her eyes closed. Her pussy had the salty tastes of sea water. I felt like I was sucking her pussy, along with Michel sucking my pussy.
When Mom reached the top, she grabbed me from the sides of my head and held me until she recovered. Then she raised my head and kissed me again on my mouth.
It was time to change partners. Mom wanted to suck me this time. Barbara won to suck Mom. Maggie ran into Michel.
We had a lot more nights sleeping with our friends before Mom and I had to board the plane. When we got home, there was a new relationship between me and my mother. We could get together when we could and visit lesbian clubs looking for women we could share.