The Cyprus holiday

This story began more than a year ago. My husband and I had made arrangements to send our fifteen-year-old son to a summer mountain camp he wanted to go for a couple of months. Then my husband came with the idea that we should take a vacation too. We select Cyprus as our place to spend several weeks.

We did all the planning, bought tickets to fly and book at a nice hotel on a picturesque beach. We went to get our passports, traveler checks and money exchanged, when my husband left me the news that I had to go to Japan in company business.

He said he shouldn't let me stop everything from being paid. So I called my mother and asked if she'd like to go with me. I was so excited that I thought I was gonna crawl through the phone line. He went out and took his passport and bought a closet and luggage.

When the time came and we got out of the plane, they hit us in the face with the heat. I turned to Mom and said, "We weren't in Kansas anymore!

We took the hotel's own bus to the hotel with our travel partners and checked in. We had a nice room that was far from the street and overlooking the rocky coast of the Mediterranean Sea. The crystal clear blue waters and the smell of salt air were so refreshing.

Mom and I took all the tours with all the hotel tours. We were taking pictures everywhere. I met a couple of English students who were on vacation (as they called it). The oldest was a dirty blonde named Barbara Jones and the younger woman was named Maggie Jones. I thought they were sisters, but I was informed that Jones is the most common name in England. We all had a laugh about it. I found her lovely accent. We speak the same language, but we have so many ways to say the same as your attention. Simple things like those in the United States say against 24 hours, said anti-hours.

They were very funny women. They had the buses laughing all the time, with their comments about everything. Whenever we went back to the bus it seemed to be near them.

Mom made friends with a woman my age. She was an interesting woman. She was a French woman, but she was originally from Morocco. He told us his name was Michel. She was a striking woman. His long black hair shone like it was oiled. She had a pronounced widow's beak and thick eyebrows. At least they had shape. His eyes had a natural dark shadow around them. Her skin was a rich brown. For some reason they hit him. When we were hitting the tourist shops seemed to hang out with them, while I was laughing at Barb and Maggie's comments.

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

I started going to the beach with my English friends. Mom started begging and doing her thing. One day I went to the private beach. When I got to the beach I saw Barb and Maggie. I headed in his direction right away. I finally noticed that they were both naked. That was not, far away, many people in the area stayed without the naked sun. As Barbara rolled up and kissed Maggie in the mouth. The kiss was not the kind of kiss I saw to change the teachers. Then at my shock, Barbara put her hand on Maggie's vulva, and rubbed her while they kissed.

I came back and went back to the beach. I didn't know what to think or feel. I knew some women prefer to have sex with each other, but I had never been exposed to such behavior before. I found myself going back to the hotel.

When I got to our room, I opened the door. When I walked into the room, I saw Mom's naked ass while she was rolling off the bed and tried to hide her body behind the top sheet. Michel was lying in the sheets completely naked. She casually shot in my direction and hit a cigarette box and a lighter. He opened the box and got a cigarette and lit it. Breathe deeply, filling the lungs with smoke.

She simply said, "If you are not going to join us, close the door on your way out Dear."

His image was set on fire in my mind while I was searching for my apology and leaving the room. I closed the door. I went to the beach and found a coffee maker, and I ordered a bottle of wine. When I sat there drinking alone, I was seeing the image of Michel's body in my mind and that of my mother too.

Michel's skin has a dark brown color everywhere. There were no pale areas left by a bathing line. Its areolas were a dark chocolate color. I was surprised that when she rested her free hand behind her head, her gun was not shaved. The hair was thick. His vulva was also without shaving. He had a lot of hair between his legs. He seemed to exude sex. Even the lazy way she had inhaled the smoke and the way she blew the smoke out of her mouth with some smoke coming out of her nose while closing her mouth seemed sexy.

On the other hand, he only had a quick vision of his mother. He knew what his mother looked naked, but he'd never seen his mother like that before. His mother had a good figure for a woman over sixty years old. Oh, the tit is a little soaked. The flesh under his navel also looked. Her meat was no longer resilient, but Mom was still a very attractive woman. When he opened the door he saw his white ass in the air. He saw a look at his pubic brown hair from behind. His mother had her hands under Michel's ass and her face was pressed against the pubis of the dark woman.

Nichola almost lost the beautiful red sun and the dark shadows working his war through the bay. She barely realized when Barbara and Maggie sat in the white plastic chairs around the white plastic table.

When she finally saw Barb, she drank babbling, "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, but... That's nothing, I saw my mother sucking Michel's pussy in our room!"

Barbara said, I think you've drunk enough! I said, "Why stop, I'm numbing!"

With that Maggie and Barbara helped me at my feet and they took me back to the hotel. I tried to resist, but I couldn't help getting her to her room. I was saying things like, "Have you seen the beautiful sunset?" But I was also talking about black pussy hair.

When they put me in his room, I fell face to the foot of his bed. I was asleep.

In the morning I woke up with a full bladder, a shaken head and a dry mouth. I wasn't sure where he was at first. The room looked a lot 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 were sleeping next to the other. At least they had a nightgown. Of course from my point of view I could see that they both had a brown hair cover between their legs.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I couldn't move fast or my head started turning. I sat down to urinate and remembered most of what happened yesterday. When I looked at my face in the mirror I saw that my mask was ruined and my face was swollen. Then I felt my tongue. I felt I was covered with fungus. I was sure my breath smells like crap.

I figured what the hell. I picked up one of the two toothbrushes and brushed my teeth well. I tried to brush my tongue without looking. Then I washed my face well.

When I entered the bedroom Barbara was awake. He asked softly, "Do you feel better?"

I gave him a sheep smile, and I said, "Okay, I'm too sick to be dead."

Barbara rolled up and said, "The local wine has a kick."

Maggie woke up and rubbed her eyes and kissed Barbara in the mouth. Then he smiled at me. She asked, "Have you reached an agreement with what you discovered yesterday, though?"

I said, "There's not much I can do about it. I had no idea my mother had desires like that. I was just doing what I've dreamed for some time."

That brought smiles. Then I added, I hope you don't mind me using one of your toothbrushes to scrape the shit out of my mouth."

Barbara said, "That was good! Then he took the phone and called my room number. Mrs. Backer, this is Barbara Jones. I'm calling so you know Nichola's here in our room. All right! He drank too much wine yesterday. Don't worry. Nichola was surprised by what she saw. I'm sure there's nothing to forgive. He just had a couple of shocks. She saw Maggie and me kissing on the beach while I was playing with her pussy. Yeah, we're longtime lovers. Why don't we meet in the dining room for breakfast in thirty minutes? Bye, honey!"

That changed Maggie into her homeless homeless and told her to move. I sat there looking at them for the first time, understanding they were lovers. They took turns using the small bathroom and returned to the room to dress. Barbara said there's nothing else for you to find out about us. You've seen 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. It's up to me to hug and kiss Mom first. She seemed sheep and asked, "Am I forgiven? I said, "There was nothing to forgive.

Michel looked into my eyes and said, "I would have liked you if you had joined us."

The conversation around the table became lighter. There was a buzz of female voices while we ate. They all talked about the way they like having sex with women. I finally made the statement, "I guess I'm the only one at this table who hasn't tried a pussy."

My mother took her throat, "That's not true honey." Did I look at her and ask what she meant? Did you give me a warm smile and ask me if I remembered being wet in your breasts? I gave him a questioning look and said, "No!" She said, "I fed your breasts until you were over three years old."

"What was so special about that?" I asked him.

Mom blushed and quietly said, "When you were merging between meals, I would one day put you between my legs and let you suck my clitoris. When you were walking and talking, you would even ask me to let you suck the tit. "

The realization of the implications of his statement took a moment to sink. When I looked around the table, Barbara was the first to ask, "Would you like to suck my tit?" Everyone laughed.

As the food came to an end, we decided to rent a car and drive to a distant beach for the day. We gave them an Italian sedan in front of the hotel.

It was crowded to equip five adult women in the compact car. We bought a basket of food to take with us and put it in the boot like Barbara and Maggie called it. I added a balsa type inflatable mattress. We drive along the coast until we find a beach that was isolated, and not visible from the road. He was known as smuggler cove, in the local language.

We parked the car out of sight from the road and walked along the rocky road to the cove. The beach faced the south and had a lot of sun on the beach. We put a blanket and put the food basket in some shadow. They all stripped their own clothes in a hurry. We made a comment that Michel was the only present that didn't have to worry about burning the sun.

Let's say Barbara, Maggie, Mom and I had a very white ass, shining in the sun. The glow could blind a person. When we were all naked we rubbed our tits and ants while we felt that the hot breeze passes over our bodies.

I came out of the inflatable air mattress with a cotton rope around it, and inflated with my mouth. When we rush into the blue water and jump like schoolgirls. We had something to support each other while we snuggled in half the cove.

It was about twenty feet deep at this point. I had to dive down to see if there was anything worth it. If ever there had been some value that had been recovered years ago. As I went up from below I looked and saw the four bodies gathered around the raft. The only body I was sure of was Michel. The other three white butts looked too much. The other thing was that as they clinged to the raft with one hand, they had the free hand between the legs of the body closest to them.

When I loosed and got a lung full of air, I joined them hanging on the raft. In my current mood I filled my lungs and I was back underwater. I grew up under my mother and I got up in my legs. I moved the dark hand of her pussy and kissed her hair pie, for the first time in about forty years. I knew his clitoris while my lungs left me.

When I took the air again, Mom said, "We better get back to the beach before we drown."

We were about to leave the other women, when they all agreed that they should dry. So the five of us pushed the raft back to the shore. We all hit the blanket. I was overwhelmed and we were all pushing. I was excited to have sex with my mother, and the dark woman who had been sucking the day before.

I started kissing Mom in the mouth with all the excitement of a girl in love. As we kissed we were feeling each other's breasts. Michel was kneeling between our legs and felt so much our pussy at the same time.

I looked the other side of the blanket. Barbara and Maggie were sitting there, crossed and their arms around the other while they watched the show before them.

I had to find out what Mom knew. I moved through his body and broke his brown hairy vagina with my fingers, so I could see it. I smelled his wet pussy and opened my mouth and tasted his pussy. I was sucking my mother's pussy, when I felt my legs were separated.

When I raised my head long enough to look down and see what was going on, Michel was adjusting his face between my legs and starting to suck my pussy. Before, I sucked Mom's pussy again, I looked at Barb and Maggie. They were watching everything that happened while they masturbated.

I looked at Mom and she was playing with her tits with her eyes closed. Her pussy had salty tastes of the sea water. I was getting into the feeling of sucking his pussy, at the same time Michel was sucking my pussy.

When mom climax grabbed me on the sides of my head and kept me still until she recovered. Then he raised my head and kissed me in the mouth once more.

So it was time to change a couple. Mom wanted to suck me this time. Barbara won to suck Mom. Maggie fell over Michel.

We had many more nights sleeping with our friends before Mom and I had to get on the plane home. When we got home there was a new relationship between me and my mother. We could meet when we could and visit lesbian clubs looking for women we could share with each other.