The Cyprus holiday

This story started more than a year ago. My husband and I had arranged to send our 15-year-old son to a summer camp where he wanted to go for a few months. Then my husband came up with the idea that we should also go on vacation. We chose Cyprus as our place to spend a few weeks.

We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and made reservations in a beautiful hotel on a picturesque beach. We wanted to exchange our passports, cheques and money… When my husband told me he was going Japan had business to do.

He said I shouldn’t let it stop me from doing everything that was paid for. So I called my mom and asked her to come with me. She got so excited, I thought she’d crawl through the phone line. She immediately went to get her passport and bought a wardrobe and luggage.

When the time came and we got off the plane, we got hit in the face with the heat. I turned to Mom and said, “Weren’t in Kansas anymore! Toto.”

We took our own bus from the hotel to the hotel with our travelers and checked in. We had a nice room that was away from the street and overlooking the rocky coast of the Mediterranean. The crystal blue water and the smell of the salt air were so refreshing.

Mom and I took all the tours, with everyone from the hotel. We took pictures everywhere. I met some English teachers who were on Holiday (as they called it). The older one was a dirty blonde named Barbara Jones and the younger woman was named Maggie Jones. I thought they were sisters, but they told me Jones is the most common name in England. We were all joking about that. 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 American say counterclockwise, they said counterclockwise.

They were very gray women. The buses laughed all the time, with their comments about everything. If we were on the bus again, I’d be close to them.

Mom was friends with a woman my age. She was an interesting woman. She was a French woman, but she was originally from Morocco. She said her name was Michel. She was a remarkable woman. Her long black hair seemed like it was oiled. She had a pronounced widow’s peak and thick eyebrows. At least they were shaped. Her eyes had a dark shadow. Her skin was rich brown. They got along. When we went to the tourist shops, they seemed to be seeing each other, while I was laughing at Barb and Maggie’s comments.

By the time we saw everything on the island we wanted to see, the people who had only disappeared for a week had checked in a new group of tourists.

I went to the beach with my English friends. Mom started begging and doing her own thing. One day I went to the private beach. When I got to the beach, I saw Barb and Maggie. I went straight in their direction. I finally noticed they were both naked. That wasn’t so far away, that a lot of people in the area went sunbathing naked. When I got closer, Barbara rolled over and Maggie kissed on the mouth. The kiss was definitely not the kind of kiss I’ve ever seen exchange teachers. To my shock Barbara put her hand on Maggie’s vulva and rubbed her when they kissed.

I turned around and went back to the beach. I didn’t know what to think or feel. I knew some women would rather have sex with each other, but I’ve never been exposed to that kind of behavior before. I went back to the hotel.

When I came to our room, I opened the door. When I came into the room, I saw mom’s naked ass rolling off the bed trying to hide her body behind the top sheet. Michel was lying there all naked on the sheets. She rolled in my direction and reached for a box of cigarettes and a lighter. She opened the box and grabbed a cigarette and lit it. She took a deep breath and filled her lungs with smoke.

She just said: “If you don’t come, close the door when you leave.”

Her image was burned in my head when I spit my apologies and left the room. I closed the door. I went to the beach and found a café on the sidewalk and ordered a bottle of wine. While I was sitting there drinking alone, I saw the image of Michel’s body in my head and my mother’s.

Michel’s skin is even dark brown everywhere. There were no pale areas, left through a swimsuit line. Her nipples were a dark chocolate color. I was struck by the fact that when she put her free hand behind her head, her forearm was unshaven. The hair was thick. Her vulva was also unshaven. She had a lot of hair between her legs. She just seemed to be radiating 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 when she closed her mouth looked sexy.

On the other hand, she only had a quick glimpse of her mother. She knew what her mother looked like naked, but she’d never seen her mother like this. Her mother had a beautiful figure for a woman over 60. Oh! The tit’s a little hidden. The flesh under her belly button went down, too. Her 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 sky. She saw a glimpse of her brown pubic hair at the back. Her mother had her hands under Michel’s ass and her face was pressed against the dark woman’s pubic hair.

Nichola almost missed the beautiful red setting sun and the dark shadows that waged their war across the bay. She barely noticed Barbara and Maggie sitting in the white plastic chairs around the white plastic table.

When she finally saw Barb, she was babbling. “You know what I saw today? Of course you don’t know what I saw today! I saw you kiss Maggie on the beach. But… that’s nothing, I saw my mother. Michel’s cunt sucking in our room!”

Barbara said you’ve had enough to drink. I said, “Stop it, I’m just getting numb!”

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

When they had me in their room, I fell into their bed. I slept well.

‘Cause Tomorrow I woke up with a full bladder, throbbing head and a dry mouth. I didn’t know where I was at first. The room looked a lot like mine, but the color was not good and things were in different places. When I looked at the head of the bed, Barbara and Maggie slept side by side. They were wearing at least nights. Of course, from my point of view, they both had low brown hair between their legs.

I rolled off the foot of the bed and went to the bathroom. I couldn’t move fast or my head started spinning. I was peeing and remembered most of what happened yesterday. When I looked at my face in the mirror I saw that my mascara was confused and my face was swollen. Then I felt my tongue. It felt like it was covered in mold. I was sure my breath smelled like a trash can.

I was thinking something. I grabbed one of the two toothbrushes and brushed my teeth well. I tried to brush my tongue without puking. Then I washed my face well.

When I entered the bedroom, Barbara was awake. She asked in a soft voice: “Are you better?”

I gave her a sheepish grin, and said, “Fine, I’m too sick to be dead.”

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

Maggie woke up and rubbed her eyes and kissed Barbara on the mouth. Then she smiled at me. She said, “Have you understood what you discovered yesterday?”

I said: “I can’t do much about it. I had no idea my mother had such desires. She was just doing what I’ve been dreaming about for a while.”

That made them smile. 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: Then she answered the phone and called my room number. I lead her to say, “Hello! Mrs. Backer, this is Barbara Jones. I’m calling to let you know Nichola’s here in our room. She’s fine! She drank a little too much wine yesterday. No! Don’t worry. Nichola was shocked by what she saw. I’m sure there’s nothing to forgive. She had a few shocks. She saw me kissing on the beach playing with her pussy. Yeah, we’ve been lovers for a long time. Why don’t we meet in the dining room for breakfast in 30 minutes? Bye, sweetheart!”

With this, she hit Maggie on her ass and told her to go. I sat there for the first time looking at them, understanding they were lovers. They took turns using the small bathroom and came back to the room to get dressed. Barbara said you can’t find out anything more about us. You’ve seen the best pieces, I think. I watched them get dressed and found them very sexy.

We five sat at a round table. I had to hug and kiss mom first. She looked sheepish and asked, “Am I forgiven? I told her, “There was nothing to forgive. I’m just sorry I left yesterday. ben.”

Michel looked deep into my eyes and said: “I would have loved it if you’d joined us.”

The conversation around the table got lighter. There was a buzz of women’s voices when we ate. They were all talking about how they like to have sex with women. I finally said I’m the only one who hasn’t tasted a pussy.

My mother emptied her throat, “That’s not exactly true honey.” I looked at her and asked what she meant? She gave me a warm smile and asked if I remembered being fed to her breasts wet? I gave her an interview 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.

Mom blushed and with a low voice she said, “When you were worried about the diets, I’d put you somewhere between my legs and let you suck on my clitoris. When you walked and talked, you even asked me to let you suck your dick.

The realization of the implications of her statement took a while. When I looked at the table Barbara first asked, “Would you like to suck my little boob?” Everyone’s laughing.

When the meal was over, we decided to rent a car and drive to a far beach. We had them deliver an Italian sedan to the front of the hotel.

It was crowded with five adult women in the compact car. We bought a basket of food to take and put it in the trunk as Barbara and Maggie called it. I added an inflatable mattress type. We drove along the coast until we found a secluded beach, and not visible from the road. It was known as Smuggler’s bay, in the local language.

We parked the car out of sight from the road and walked on the rocky path to the bay. The beach looked south and had lots of sun on the beach. We put a blanket and a basket in the shade. Everyone took their own clothes off in a hurry. We said Michel was the only one who didn’t have to worry about burning the sun.

Let’s just say Barbara, Maggie, Mom and I had a white ass shining in the sun. The brilliance can blind someone. When we were all naked we rub our tits and cunts when we felt the warm breeze went over our body.

I pulled the inflatable air mattress with a cotton rope around it, and blown up with my mouth. When we all went into the blue water and walked around like schoolgirls. We had something to back us up when we went to the middle of the bay.

It was about 20 feet deep at this point. I had to dive to the bottom to see if anything was worth it. If there had ever been anything of value, it would have been picked up years ago. When I came from below I looked up and saw the four bodies gather around the raft. The only body I was sure of was Michel’s. The other three white asses looked too much alike. The other thing was that while holding on to the raft with one hand, they had the free hand between the legs of the body closest to them.

When I came upstairs and got a lung full of air, I was hanging with them on the raft. In my present mood I filled my lungs and went under again. I swam under Mother and got between her legs. I moved the dark hand away from her cunt and kissed her hair cake for the first time in nearly 40 years. I sucked into her clitoris as long as my lungs allow it.

When I came back for the fresh air, Mom said, “We got to get back to the beach before you drown.”

We were about to leave the other women, when they all agreed to dry off. So we five pushed the raft back to the coast. We all flew on the blanket. It was crowded and we were all pushed against each other. I was excited about having sex with my mom, and the dark woman she blew the day before.

I started kissing Mom on the mouth with all the emotions of a girl in love. When we kissed, we felt each other’s breasts. Michel kneeled between our legs and felt both cunt at the same time.

I was looking at the other side of the blanket. Barbara and Maggie sat there, crossed legs and their arms around each other as they saw the show for them.

I needed to know what Mom tasted like. I moved to her body and separated her brown vagina with my fingers so I could look at it. I smelled her wet cunt and opened my mouth and tasted her pussy. I really started sucking my mother’s cunt when I felt my legs getting separated.

When I lifted my head up enough to look down and see what was going on, Michel fit her face between my legs and started sucking my pussy. I used to go back to suck Mom’s cunt, watch Barb and Maggie. They watched everything as they masturbated each other.

I looked at Mom and she played with her tits with her eyes closed. Her pussy had such salty taste of the seawater of the sea. I got the feeling I had to suck her pussy while Michel sucked my pussy.

Then mom climaxed she grabbed me on the sides of my head and held me still until she recovered. Then she raised my head and kissed me again on the mouth.

Then it was time to change partners. Mom wanted to blow me this time. Barbara wanted to blow Mom. Maggie attacked Michel.

We had many more nights of sleeping with our friends before Mom and I boarded the plane home. When we got home, there was a new relationship between my mother and me. We can come together if we can visit lesbian clubs looking for women we can share.