This story started over a year ago. My husband and I decided to send our son fifteen years into a mountain summer camp he wanted to go for a couple of months. Then my husband thought we should have a vacation, too. We have selected Cyprus as our place to spend several weeks.

We did all the planning, bought tickets to fly over and made reservations at a nice hotel on a picturesque beach. We were about to get our passports, traveler controls and money exchanged, when my husband left me the news that he had to go to Japan for business affairs.

He said I shouldn’t have stopped getting paid. I called my mom and asked her if she wanted to come with me. It’s so excited I thought she was crawling right through the phone line. She went to get her passport and bought a wardrobe and a bag.

When the time came and we left the plane, we were hit in the face with the heat. I went to Mom and said, “We weren’t in Kansas anymore.

We took the hotel bus to the hotel with our travel companions and check-in. We had a nice room that was far from the road and overlooking the rocky coast of the Mediterranean Sea. The crystal clear waters and the smell of salt air were so refreshing.

Mom and I took all the tours with everyone at the hotel. We were photographing everywhere. I met a couple of English school teachers who were on Holiday (as they called it). The older one was a dirty blonde named Barbara Jones and the younger woman named Maggie Jones. I thought they were sisters, but they told me Jones is the most common name in England. We all had a bonfire. I found their charming accent. We speak the same language, but we have so many ways to say the same thing that captures your attention. Simple things as Americans say anti-clockwise, they said anti-clockwise.

They were very gregarious women. They made buses laugh all the time, with their comments on everything. Every time we got back on the bus, I felt like I was close to them.

Mom made friends with a woman of my age. She was an interesting woman. She was a French woman, but she was native to Morocco. He told us his name was Michel. She was an amazing woman. His long black hair shined like he was oiled. He had a strong peak of widow and thick eyebrows. At least they were shaped. His eyes had a natural dark shadow around them. Her skin was a rich brown. Somehow they hit him. When we were hitting the tourist shops seemed to hang out with each other, while I was laughing at Barb and Maggie’s comments.

When we saw everything on the island we wanted to see the people who were there only for a week were gone, and a new group of tourists had entered.

I started going to the beach with my English friends. Mom started begging and doing her things. One day I went to the pretty private beach. When I got to the beach, I saw Barb and Maggie. I went straight to their direction. I finally noticed they were both naked. This was not, that far, many people in the area went to sunbathe naked. As I approached Barbara, she rolled and kissed Maggie in her mouth. The kiss was certainly not the kind of kiss I saw teachers exchange. Then, in my shock, Barbara put her hand on Maggie’s lap, and rubbed her while kissing.

I turned around and went back to the beach. I didn’t know what to think or hear. I knew some women prefer to have sex with each other, but I had never been exposed to that kind of behavior before. I found myself headed to the hotel.

When I arrived in our room, I opened the door. As I walked into the room, I saw Mom’s naked ass rolling from the bed and trying to hide her body behind the top sheet. Michel was there on the sheets completely naked. She rolled in my direction and reached a cigarette box and a lighter. He opened the box and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with smoke.

He simply said: “If you don’t want to join us, close the door while you go out, dear. "

His image was burned in my mind while I apologized and walked away from the room. I closed the door. I went to the beach and found a bar on the sidewalk and ordered a bottle of wine. While I was sitting drinking alone, I saw Michel’s body image in my mind and my mother too.

Michel’s skin has a dark brown color. There were no pale areas, left by a line of swimsuits. Its areoles were a dark chocolate color. I was struck by the fact that when he supported the free hand behind his head, his weapon was not shaved. The hair was thick. Even his vulva was not shared. She had plenty of hair in her legs. It just seemed to exude sex. Even the lazy way he had inhaled the smoke and the way he exploded the smoke from his mouth with smoke coming out of his nose while he shut his mouth looked sexy.

On the other hand he only had a quick look of his mother. She knew her mother was naked, but she never saw her mother like that. His mother had a good figure for a woman over sixty. Oh! The tick’s a little faded. Even the flesh under the navel was slaughtered. His flesh was no longer resistant, but his mother was still a very attractive woman. When he opened the door, he saw his white ass in the air. He saw a glimpse of his brown pubic hair from the back. Her mother had her hands under Michel’s ass and her face was pressed against the pube of the dark woman.

Nichola almost lost the beautiful red sun and dark shadows working their war through the bay. She did not notice when Barbara and Maggie sat in the white plastic chairs around the white plastic table.

When he finally saw Barb, he got drunk, “Do 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… It’s nothing, I saw my mother sucking Michel’s pussy in our room!”

Barbara said you had enough to drink! I said: “Why stop, I’m just getting insensitive!”

With that Maggie and Barbara, they helped me walk and took me back to the hotel. I tried to resist, but I couldn’t stop her from taking her to their room. I was saying things like, “Have you seen the beautiful sunset?” But I was talking about black pussy hair, too.

When they brought me into their room, I fell in front of them along the foot of their bed. I was asleep.

In the morning I woke up with a full bladder, the head of treble and a dry mouth. I wasn’t sure where I was at first. The room seemed very mine, but the color was not right and things were in different places. When I looked at the head of the bed Barbara and Maggie slept next to each other. They had at least the night clothes. Of course, from my point of view, I could see that both had a firm covering of brown hair between their legs.

I rolled from the foot of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I couldn’t move fast, or my head started shooting. I sat down and peed and remembered most of what happened yesterday. When I looked at my face in the mirror, I saw my mascara messed up and my face was swollen. Then I heard my tongue. He looked like a mushroom. I was sure my breath smells like trash.

I know what the hell. I took one of the two toothbrushes and brushed my teeth well. I tried to wash my tongue without vomiting. Then I washed my face well.

When I walked into the room, Barbara was awake. He asked with soft voice: “Do you feel better? "

I gave her a pecorino smile and told her: “Well, I’m too sick to be dead.”

Barbara said: “The local wine has a kick.”

Maggie woke up and rubbed her eyes and kissed Barbara on her mouth. Then he smiled. He asked: “Have you talked about what you discovered yesterday? "

I said: “I can’t do much. I had no idea my mother had any desires like that. He was just doing what I dreamed of for some time. "

This caused smiles from them. Then I added, I hope you don’t mind that I used one of your toothbrushes to scrape shit out of my mouth. "

Barbara said: “It was good! Then he took the phone and called my room number. I told you, hello! Mrs. Backer, this is Barbara Jones. I’ll call you to let you know that Nichola is here in our room. She’s fine! She drank too much wine yesterday. No! Don’t worry. Nichola was shocked by what she saw. I’m sure there’s nothing to forgive. He only had a couple of shocks. She saw Maggie and I kissed on the beach while playing with her pussy. Yeah, we’re long-term lovers. Why don’t we all meet in the dining room for breakfast in 30 minutes? Hi, honey!

With this, he switched Maggie on his ass and told her to move. I sat there 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 up. Barbara said there’s nothing else to find out about us. You saw the best parts, I guess. I saw them dress and found them very sexy too.

The five of us were sitting at a round table. I was hoping to hug and kiss Mom first. It looked like sheep and churches: “I’m forgiven? I said: “There was nothing to forgive. I just regret leaving me yesterday. "

Michel looked deep into my eyes and said, “I would have loved him if I joined him.”

The conversation around the table became lighter. There was a buzz of female voices while we ate. They all talked about how they love to have sex with women. I finally made the statement: “I’m the only one at this table who didn’t taste a pussy.”

My mother cleared her throat: “It’s not really true, honey.” I looked at her and asked what she meant? He gave me a hot smile and asked me if I remembered I was wet in my breasts? I looked at her and said, “No!” He continued to say: “I gave you food until you were three years old. "

“What was so special?” I asked.

Mother blurred and in a low voice said: “When you melted into food, I would have put you in your legs and I would have let you suck my clitoris. When you walked and talked, you’d ask me to suck your little tit.”

The realization of the implications of his statement had a time to sink. When I looked around the table Barbara was the first to ask: " Would you like to suck my little tits?” Everyone got laughed.

While the meal was about to end, we decided to rent a car and drive to a beach away for the day. We had them deliver an Italian sedan in front of the hotel.

It was crowded to mount five adult women in the compact machine. We bought a food basket to take with us and put it in the trunk (trunk) as Barbara and Maggie called. I added an inflatable raft type mattress. We drove along the coast to find a secluded beach, and not visible from the road. It was known as the Bay of Smugglers, in the local language.

We parked the car outside the view from the road and walked along the rocky path to the bay. The beach in front of the south and had a lot of sun on the beach. We laid a blanket and put the food basket in some shade. Everyone stripped their clothes in a hurry. We commented that Michel was the only present he didn’t need to worry about being a subscriber.

Let’s just say Barbara, Maggie, mom and I had a very white ass, shinning in the sun. The reflex could blind a person. When we were all naked we rubbed our tits and cunts as we felt the hot breeze pass over our bodies.

I pulled out the inflatable air mattress with a cotton rope threaded around it, and inflated with my mouth. When we all crashed into the blue water and we got caught around like a student. We had something to support ourselves while we walked away in the middle of the bay.

It was about 20 meters deep at this point. I had to dip in the bottom just to see if there was something worth getting up. If there had ever been anything valuable, it had been recovered years ago. While I was climbing from the bottom I looked up and saw that the four bodies gathered around the raft. The only body I was sure of was Michel’s. The other three white asses seemed too similar. The other thing was that while they held on the raft with one hand, they had the free hand between the legs of the body closest to them.

When I got up and had a full air lung, I joined them hanging on the raft. In my current mood I filled my lungs and went back under water. I swam under my mother and came between my legs. I moved the dark hand away from her pussy and kissed her hair cake for the first time in almost forty years. I sucked his clitoris until my lungs left me.

When I got back in the air, Mom said, “We must return to the beach before drowning.”

We were about to leave the other women when they all agreed to dry up. So, the five of us pushed the raft to the shore. We’re all floating on the blanket. He was crowded and we were all pressed against each other. I was excited to have sex with my mother, and the dark woman who sucked the day before.

I started kissing mom on her mouth with all the excitement of a girl in love. As we kissed, we were feeling each other’s breasts. Michel was kneeling in his legs and he felt at the same time both our pussy.

I looked at the other side of the blanket. Barbara and Maggie were sitting there, crossed legs and arms around each other while watching the show before them.

I had to find out what mom tasted like. I moved into her body and separated her brown-haired vagina with my fingers so I could look at her. I smelled her wet pussy and I opened my mouth and tasted her pussy. I was really sucking my mom’s pussy when I felt my legs separated.

When I lifted my head enough to look down and see what was going on, Michel was adapting his face between my legs and beginning to suck my pussy. First, I went back to suck Mom’s bitch, I checked Barb and Maggie. They looked at everything while masturbating.

I watched Mom and she was playing with her tits with her eyes closed. Her pussy had tastes salted by sea water. I felt like sucking her pussy, at the same time Michel sucked my pussy.

When Mom turned on, she grabbed me on the sides of my head and kept me steady until she recovered. Then he lifted my head and kissed me in my mouth again.

Then it was time to change partners. Mom wanted to suck me this time. Barbara won to suck mom. Maggie went down on Michel.

We had many more nights of sleep with our friends before Mom and had to get on the plane at home. When we got home, there was a new relationship between me and my mom. We could stay together when we could and visit lesbian clubs looking for women we could share among them.