Mother's Best Friend is a Lesbian

Mother's best friend is a lesbian

Seduced

Robin was really a cute guy and I got on really well with him. He took care of me, studied with me and carried me on his hands. He could be affectionate and super funny, and we spent a lot of time together during the summer semester. We both studied pedagogy in the same year and saw each other almost every day. Sometimes he stayed overnight with me in my little one-room apartment because he lived with two friends in a shared apartment and I didn't want to spend the night there. They also had constant visitors and Robin said that it's going on in their flat like in a brothel. You could hear the girls moaning, and sometimes you met completely strangers at breakfast.

I didn't like that, so I allowed him to stay with me if we wanted to get intimate. In other words, that's what he actually wanted, because I didn't care much about sex. It has always been like that. My first friend didn't even notice he was deflowering me, he was so busy with himself. He also didn't notice that he hurt me a little, and that of course I hadn't had an orgasm. He just asked: "How was I?"

What should I say? I had zero possibilities for comparison, but while I said: "Great", I thought to myself: "Well, hopefully that wasn't all!"

It didn't get much better, however. My next two lovers had better control of themselves, but nothing more than in-out and cum shot wasn't going on either. Both relationships ultimately failed somehow because of sex. One demanded that I swallow after blowing, which I did for his sake. I really didn't want that, I was disgusted by the sticky stuff, and I was always careful to close my mouth before he started to ejaculate.

This annoyed him so much that he tried to force me once by holding my head down firmly on the tail while he started. I had to pinch his balls to get off, and so I escaped the fountains just in time, which, however, smacked on the cheeks and in one eye. After this event, we broke up.

The second wasn't that much into oral sex, but he was really into my bum. I understood that, because it is gorgeous - spherical and also quite big, which went well with the rest of the very round figure. My tits are also pretty big and despite my very narrow waist I have wide hips. The guy liked that, and he could caress my butt for hours, and I didn't mind if he kissed and even licked him. But, and that was a no-go, I didn't let myself be fucked back there. I didn't even allow him to stick his finger in. That made him so angry that one night he almost tried to beat me -- that was it.

Well, and then Robin came along, and he was really considerate during sex, caring about me and trying to make it nice for me too. Because of him, I even took the pill so that he could come comfortably and not have to use such a disgusting condom.

Sometimes, when he licked my cunt, I also felt something like a wild excitement, but I can't say that it would have particularly impressed me. If I really wanted to come right, I did it myself, and I did that a lot. It was enough to tinker with the clitoris with two fingers, and I got a great orgasm. Much nicer than with the guys.

So I avoided taking Robin over too often and was actually quite happy when the summer vacation began. He was planning a road trip through the US with two friends and would be away for at least two months. I just wanted to go home to my mother.

We lived in a small village in Saxony-Anhalt, not far from Dessau, in the middle of the pine forests, where the fox and the rabbit say "good night".

My father had left us a long time ago when I was just four years old and ran away with another woman. Mother had never heard from him again and raised me with the help of my grandparents. They lived in the same village, and I was looking forward to meeting them too.

Mama was waiting for me at the train station in Dessau, and you couldn't believe that she had a daughter of twenty-two. She looked more like my older sister than a woman in her forties.

After a big hug, she grabbed a suitcase, and we dragged the things to her ancient golf. As soon as she got in the car, she just gushed out: "Sophie, I have such a great surprise, I can't wait any longer!"

I looked at her a little startled: "What for heaven's sake? Do you have a boyfriend?"

That would really have been one. As long as I could remember, mother was alone or hid her love affairs so perfectly from me that I didn't notice.

She laughed and shook her head: "No, we're going to Marina!"

"What? When? To Italy?"

"Yes, imagine, she invited us next week, and we can stay as long as we want!"

"Crazy, but how long you can?"

"Three weeks, I've already spoken to Winfried (her boss, the only grocer in the village), he gives me my leave. He said that everyone would fly out during summer anyway, so he could manage a time with the apprentice!"

I was so happy -- Marina was mother's oldest friend, and they were practically inseparable, especially in the years after my father had left us. She lived a few houses away and worked as a sculptor -- self-taught. She had never attended college or took any courses. Not only that, but she was just a natural talent and made the greatest works of art out of wood and metal and above all -- she also sold them well.

Over time, she had gotten rich and two years ago she moved to Italy, very far south, to Calabria, where she bought a house and continued to work there.

Once a year she came for a month, mostly for Christmas, and then she stayed with us. That was the time when mom blossomed. You could really see how good it was to have Marina around her. She enjoyed being able to pour out her heart to someone, fooling around, drinking a little bit and just having fun. Otherwise, she lived a pretty boring life, ever since I wasn't home either. That's why she was so excited.

I also was happy, because Marina had always been a reference person for me, to whom I entrusted one thing or another that was not necessarily intended for my mother's ears.

My grandparents greeted me warmly as always, although I noticed how old they had gotten. If you saw them every day, you didn't notice it, but now I had been away for three months, and it was almost a shock to see how slim Grandpa looked and how his shoulders hung. Grandma also looked haggard and limped a little.

"What about your leg?", I asked her after the hug, and she made a disparaging gesture: "Oh, the ankle is probably a little swollen, nothing bad!"

"Let's see!" mother said, but grandma waved her off: "No, no, now we will eat first. I cooked cabbage rolls!"

With that the subject was off the table and when we got home tired, we sat down on the terrace a little longer and made plans. Mother had already ordered the tickets, Marina would pick us up at the airport in Reggio and "... then it's about an hour to her house!"

I couldn't wait to see the small Marina estate live. We already knew it from pictures and videos and also knew that it was right by the sea, only a five-minute walk from the beach.

The next day we went shopping, bathing suits, sun lotion and whatever else we needed and drove over to the grandparents' house to show off our treasures.

There we found Grandma on the couch, pale and with a fearful face. Grandpa stood next to her, perplexed and worried.

I also was happy, because Marina had always been a reference person for me, to whom I entrusted one thing or another that was not necessarily intended for my mother's ears.

My grandparents greeted me warmly as always, although I noticed how old they had gotten. If you saw them every day, you didn't notice it, but now I had been away for three months, and it was almost a shock to see how slim Grandpa looked and how his shoulders hung. Grandma also looked haggard and limped a little.

"What's happening?"

"Oh, the leg is really swollen, I don't know what's going on!"

Our hearts almost stopped when she showed us the calf -- dark red, swollen and hot.

"Mother, that's a thrombosis, one hundred percent. Come on, call the ambulance immediately!"

No sooner said than done, the emergency doctor confirmed the diagnosis and off they went to the hospital. I stayed with grandfather, mom followed.

When she got home that evening, she looked exhausted and desperate.

"That was close! It's a clot in a large vein, if it loosens uncontrollably, she dies!"

"And what happens now?"

"Well, at least ten days in hospital and then at home extreme care!"

Despite the horror and pity for my grandma, I slipped out: "Shit, goodbye Italy!"

Mother let herself fall on the couch and sighed: "Yes, for me, but you will fly!"

"It's out of the question! We can postpone it! "

"No we can not! Winfried planned everything that way and goes on vacation himself after the three weeks. I can't ask that of him! "

"Then I'll stay with you!"

"Don't be childish! You'll go! Maybe I can come for a few more days!"

"How come? You can't leave them alone! "

"Who said that?", Grandpa said. Once she's at home, I'll take care of her! "

"We'll see all of that. Anyway, you, Sophie, are flying!"

******

It wasn't the last discussion, of course, but when it finally became clear that Grandma was safe and Marina was talking to me via Skype, I gave up. So I said goodbye to mom at the train station with tears in my eyes and 24 hours later I fell into the arms of my hostess.

She smelled of the sea and herbs and looked great. Her long, black hair was tied into a thick horse tail that fell over her right shoulder. The tight jeans and the red top emphasized her very feminine figure. In contrast to my mother, she had really sharp curves, and they also seemed very tight. It was probably from the hard work and swimming that she had always done. As a girl and young woman, she even swam in the river Elbe and crossed it, which was totally forbidden.

The only tribute to her art were the worn hands that felt like sandpaper. The fingernails were cut short and of course not painted, but she worked manually and that was part of it.

In her deep voice she asked: "Well, was your mother sad?"

"Yes, of course, and so am I!"

"Well, do you think I don't? But from now on we only think of ourselves and enjoy the time, okay?"

She took the baggage cart and pushed it in front of her to the exit, so fast that I could hardly follow her in the crowd of tourists and chattering locals.

She stopped in front of a sleek SUV. "Look, I bought that. It's super practical and so nice to show off in the village!"

Laughing, she stowed the luggage in the spacious interior and then drove off. Apparently she had quickly got used to the driving style of the Italians, because she really hissed, changed lanes, honked, cursed and made obscene hand movements. I couldn't stop laughing, and the journey flew by.

We slowly crossed the idyllic village, every now and then she waved to someone and when we drove past a small café on the village square, she honked three times vigorously. The guests turned to us, shouted, waved and laughed.

"Well, you don't exactly seem unpopular!" I stated, and she nodded with a grin: "Yes, yes, they are proud of their artist and one or two donations to the community also help, of course. The people are poor here, but happy. You see, sunshine every day, everything is blooming and thriving, a land of milk and honey. If it weren't politicians and the N'drangheta, it would be even more beautiful, but there is no light without shadow! "

At the end of the village the path rose a little, the road narrowed, and the asphalt gave way to fine-grain gravel. Suddenly Marina turned right, we crossed a small pine forest and then -- then I let out a scream, incredulous and totally surprised.

A meadow opened up in front of us, at the end of which was the little house, and behind it, less than five hundred meters away, a little deeper, was the sea, blue and almost like a fairy tale with the small, white whitecaps.

"Crazy, I can't believe it!"

Laughing, she parked the car on a gravel-covered forecourt and said: "Welcome to my kingdom, it's nice that you are here!"

As soon as I got out of the car, I fell around her neck: "Thank you, thank you for inviting me. Wow, it's soooo great here!"

We hugged very tightly, and she pressed a kiss on my cheek, touching the corner of my mouth a little, where I could feel her soft, warm lips.

"Come on!", she shouted and let go of me, "I'll show you the inner courtyard, but we'll take the luggage with us right away!"

Each with a suitcase in hand, we circled the clay-colored house with the red roof and for the second time I thought I had to freak out.

The courtyard was only open to the front; the other side was bounded by the house, from which one stepped through a door hung with colored ribbons, to the right and left by a wall that was taller than a man. Blooming oleander bushes in huge pots, various herbs such as basil and rosemary and all sorts of other plants covered them halfway and in front you could see the sea, to which you could walk over a narrow footpath lined with shrubs and individual pines.

On the wall of the house under a vine arbor there was a comfortable suite with a wide couch, which was ideal for a siesta, with two armchairs and a table in the middle, all made of rattan. The seating furniture was covered with thick blankets, which you could easily remove when it rained.

The main part of the courtyard, however, was an open-air studio and exhibition space in one.

Her sculptures were scattered around here, all kinds of surrealistic things that I had nothing to do with, but also statues of women, children, old men, mostly carved out of wood and in all sizes.

Although it seemed so jumbled, it still seemed harmonious and as if she had arranged it with a lot of forethought.

Right at the front, towards the sea, was her workplace -- a half-finished marble sculpture stood in the midst of crumbled pieces, white dust and various tools that she left lying around carelessly.

I quickly took a few photos, which I sent to mom with the accompanying text that I had arrived safely.

"Enjoy it, honey!", the answer came and "I'm with Grandma in the hospital. She's feeling better!"

"So, come inside!"

You got directly into the main room -- kitchen and living room at the same time. The walls were low, the furnishings cozy, and much of it was old if not antique. The remainder of the first floor was taken up by a bedroom, bathroom, and pantry. Above, accessible via a narrow staircase, was the studio, brightly lit by a later built-in, sea-side window.

Here she painted, but a few half-finished wooden figures indicated that during the cool season she was probably also carving in this beautiful work space.

She pointed to a couch on the back wall: "This is where I sleep, you can take the bed downstairs, that's how I planned it anyway!"

"No, that's out of question. You sleep downstairs too, we will probably have space for two. Otherwise, I'll take this. I don't want to drive you out of your bed!"

She didn't really resist, smiled and said: "Well, I don't snore either, and you can't sleep here, the smell of varnish takes getting used to!"

That was true, and so I was glad that we had come to an agreement quickly.

"I suggest you shower first, and I'll make something to eat in the meantime. You're maybe dying of hunger!"

She was right about that. Thankfully I fished my cosmetic bag out of one of the suitcases and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Take a towel from the shelf!", she called, and then I was already naked and enjoyed the warm jet of water.

Of course, I hadn't taken any clothes into the bathroom, so I wrapped myself in the bath towel and followed the smell of fresh vegetables and pasta into the kitchen.

In the meantime, Marina had wrapped herself in a brightly colored beach towel. Knotted at the front over the bosom, it reached halfway down the sun-tanned calves.

"Shall we go swimming later?", I asked, and she nodded: "Sure, you can put on a bikini!"

"Ok!" I escaped and slipped into the new two-piece. Mother had wrinkled her nose a little when I picked it because it was really hot. The top showed a lot of the breasts, at least more than just the base, and the panties, a thong - my first by the way - showed quite openly what sexy buttocks I had. The string only emerged high up from the crack between the cheeks and ended in a tiny triangle that covered the base of the bottom. The front was cut so small that I had to shave every day. I didn't want the fluff to be seen growing up from the mound and the scrap of fabric didn't hide much more. It was dark red and stood out against the -- still -- pale skin. I turned in front of the mirror and was pleased with the way I looked.

"Wow!", Marina whistled through her teeth when I appeared in the courtyard, where she was setting the table. "You are a hot bitch! Let yourself be seen! "

She took my hand and turned me in circles. When I turned my back on her, she gave me a pat on the bottom and said softly: "The guys have to queue up for you, I guess. Do you actually have a lover? "

I sat down and shrugged my shoulders: "Yes, yes, but he's in America right now, road trip with a friend!"

"What an idiot!"

"No, no, it's okay. I sometimes like to be alone!"

"Well, that doesn't sound like great love!"

"Nah, it isn't either. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I haven't found the right one yet! "

She stroked my cheek: "It'll be fine, my darling! And now let's eat. Today there is spaghetti, to get used to! "

"Super!"

The good food, the warm wind from the sea, the glass of red wine, the long journey -- all of this made me so tired that I actually made myself comfortable on the rattan couch after washing the dishes. It took less than five minutes until I fell asleep, and I probably wouldn't have woken up before morning had Marina not gently woken me up by shaking my shoulder.

"Sophie, if you still want to swim, we should go, the sun is already disappearing!"

Startled, I straightened up: "Oh, what time is it? How long did I sleep?"

"Well, two hours for sure, at least it's seven o'clock!"

"Wow, let's go then!" I jumped up refreshed, and she laughed: "Ok, I'll get us towels quickly!"

*****

It smelled of the sea, dry grass, pine trees and salt. The sun was a red disk on the horizon and bathed the water in a warm light. It was very quiet, no waves, no wind.

We hiked the narrow path and when we got to the beach, we put the towels in the sand. Marina looked around: "No one to be seen! We can bathe naked there! Doesn't that bother you?"

I shook my head. I was not prude and topless I had already seen her a couple of times when she stayed with us. Below, however, she always wore panties and so it was the first time for me when she unbuttoned the beach towel and let it fall. She hadn't had anything under it the whole time and I hadn't noticed. Her heavy breasts looked just amazing, firm and taut with large yards and thick nipples.

Involuntarily I stared into her crotch -- a tightly trimmed dark triangle covered her pubic area and the incipient crevice. She also eyed me when I took off the bikini and said softly: "My God, what are you beautiful!"

I laughed: "I would be happy if I still looked like you at forty. How do you do that?"

"Swim a lot!" She shouted, grabbed my hand and ran into the water with me. It was warm and splashed as we ran into it with great strides until it got too deep. We splashed around like crazy, splashed each other and had a lot of fun.

I had turned around and was shoveling water backwards, really hard and a lot. Suddenly she grabbed my hands, pulled me up and pressed me to her. I felt her nipples on my back and her breath as she pressed her cheek to mine and said, "Off, off, let's swim!"

Actually, I thought she was about to let go of me, but she continued to hold me tight, snuggled into me and breathed heavily. I let it happen because it was pleasant and strangely intimate. A strange feeling crept into me, but before I could define it the moment was over, she pushed me away and then we swam out to sea with strong pulls. It was lovely and just the thing after this long day.

Back on the beach we threw ourselves on the towels and enjoyed the evening atmosphere. It was still pleasantly warm and we let ourselves dry off in peace. Slowly we dressed again and hiked up the hill to the house. Marina lit a few candles in the courtyard and then we sat down next to each other on the couch, armed with parmesan, ham and red wine.

I asked her about a few works of art, told her about my studies and life in Berlin. She listened, asked questions, refilled the wine, and kept handing me a piece of cheese or ham.

I had leaned back and after a while she put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me to her. I snuggled up to her like I used to do when she was with us.

"It's not really going with the boys yet, is it?" She said suddenly and I nodded: "Not really. I don't know why either? "

"Does it work in bed?"

"Well, not at all with some, but actually with Robin, although...!"

"Although what?"

It was uncomfortable for me to talk about it, but the closeness to her and maybe the wine loosened my tongue: "Well, I've never had an orgasm with him, really!"

"What? Child, that's terrible. What if you do it yourself? "

"Hi, hi" - I giggled nervously, felt caught, but admitted: "Then yes!"

She sat up and looked at me very seriously. "Have you ever made out with girls?"

"No? Why? "- I was completely surprised.

"Well, I just thought, maybe this is more your line!"

"You mean I'm a lesbian? No, certainly not?"

"Not lesbian, but bisexual, like me and...!"

"What, are you bi? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Now she cleared her throat and became a little restless. I took a sip and stared curiously at her and when she nodded I suddenly realized. I had been blind all these years. There were enough signals when they sat next to each other while watching TV, Marina with her head on mum's shoulder, when they came out of the bathroom together or slept in a bed. I hadn't noticed it and she confessed: "Yes, soon after your father disappeared, it started and never stopped!"

"And why didn't you tell me that?"

"We didn't want to influence you. You should go your own way and find out what is best for you! "

I stared at her: "Is that why you left?"

"Not only because of that, but yes, too! It became more and more difficult to hide it from you and...! "

"You two are crazy. Isn't that terrible? You should be together! "

"We will, your mother will come to me more often in the future and I'll come back to Germany more often. We wanted to tell you during your vacation too! "

She played around with one finger on the strap of my bikini and looked at me pensively. "I think it had no sense!"

"What do you think?"

"Well, you just don't know it yet!"

Then she came with her face very close to mine. "Have you never kissed a woman before?"

"No, never!"

"Do you want to try?"

She had a hand on my cheek and when I nodded I felt her lips, warm and gentle, and the caressing of her fingers and I stopped thinking, forgot everything, mother, Robin, just everything.

It didn't seem to stop, we tasted each other, nibbled and chewed, but without tongue, just velvety, soft, devoted kisses.

We hugged and she gently ran my hair while I stroked her back. When she pulled her head back and looked at me questioningly, I asked with a smile.

"What?"

"Keep going?"

"Yes!" And I said that with full conviction, out of an unknown lust that had seized me and that didn't care that I was about to have sex with my mother's friend. I wanted it so badly that I attacked her and parted my lips as we continued the kiss. Marina understood the signal and soon the tips of our tongues touched and felt each other. A hand grabbed my bosom and I pushed the top up, leaving it free and groaning softly as the fingers placed over the nipples, first on the right, then on the left.

We became stormier, the tongues ventured further and soon we were exchanging hot kisses, exploring each other's oral cavities and licking our palates and teeth.

I found the button on her beach towel and opened it. The thing fell to the ground and without hesitation, I grabbed the breasts. I was almost shocked by the feeling of tenderly touching a woman's breast, I had never even remotely thought of it and now I did it as if I had never done anything else.

It was wonderful, I let my fingers slide gently over the firm tits, played with the erect nipples and at the same time sucked on her tongue, which she stuck out to me.

Soon we were both sighing and moaning, and when she leaned over and started licking my breasts, I let out a sharp scream. Boys had done that too, but this felt completely different, much warmer, more tender and more exciting.

"Let's go inside!" Marina stood in front of me, stark naked, her dark triangle right in front of my face and I was tempted to kiss her there.

"Everything is still to come," she said softly and pulled me up.

Hand in hand we went into the bedroom. We looked at each other in front of the bed and she asked: "Do you really want it?"

"Yes, yes, but what about...!"

"Mummy?"

"Yes"

"Don't worry about that. She allowed it. We spoke on the phone after it was certain that you would come alone and she said: "Show her if she wants it!"

With that everything was clear and I let myself fall on the bed. Marina came up next to me, slipped an arm under my neck and snuggled up against me. Slowly and gently she kissed the forehead, cheeks and mouth. She licked my neck and nibbled my earlobe while I stroked her breast and played with the nipples that protruded thick and stiff from the firm flesh of her bosom.

Again she came back to my mouth and dipped her tongue deep into it, let me suck her in and lick her and it was getting stormier. As we kissed, her hand wandered, brushing my tits, caressing my stomach and finally sliding three fingers under the triangle of the panties. I felt it on the clitoris and groaned. When she gently parted the labia and penetrated a little bit the pussy, I got crazy. It felt great, like doing it myself. She understood exactly what was important. Her fingers were tender and knowledgeable at the same time and I let myself fall, gave myself over to the magic of the moment, spread my legs and enjoyed her caresses. She changed her position, slid a little deeper and made her way over my tits, flapping the tip of her tongue over the nipples, very quickly and hard. I moaned loudly and she put her lips over the yards and sucked them. It was just wonderful and so much better than any boy had ever done it. I tossed her hair, stroked her cheeks and felt her breasts, which I could just reach and knead a little.

Once she looked up at me, smiled and asked, also a little out of breath: "Well, do you like that!"

I could only nod and she took that as approval and an invitation to continue, because now she knelt between my thighs and took off my panties. Willingly I lifted my buttocks and then I lay in front of her, legs spread wide, the wet cunt shiny and two fingers on the clitoris - I was so horny.

She stretched out and cupped my thighs. I closed my eyes and when her tongue slid over the labia, warm and wet, I screamed. She knew exactly what she was doing, licked me, inside and out, and when she finally went on to attack and dipped deep into my pussy, there was no stopping it.

I writhed under her, jerked my legs up, crossed them behind her and pushed my pelvis towards her. I wanted her inside me as deeply as possible and she did me the favor. With her mouth wide open, she slobbered through my pussy and I could feel her slurping away the secretion that was pouring, more than ever. I could already feel how everything was tightening inside me, with a never-before-seen violence, but she increased my pleasure by putting two fingers into my cunt, pestering the clit with the tip of her tongue and fucking me right at the same time.

I came, but how! I had never felt anything like it, never before had it been so raging inside me, never before I was so shaken and almost torn apart by spasms. The cramps shot through me like hot flashes and a long scream underscored how violent the orgasm was. I tossed myself back and forth, clutching the sheet and squeezing my thighs together, holding Marina's head, wanting it to never stop.

After a while she freed herself, slid up on me, and pressed her wet lips to my mouth. I tasted the taste of my pussy on her tongue, which she pushed deep into my throat and while we kissed, I let my hands slide over her bare back until they finally came to rest on her plump buttocks. It felt so great that I started kneading her cheeks. She seemed to like that because she gave a small moan and I took that as consent, so I carried on. Her kisses became more passionate and her tongue wandered through my face, she licked my ears and neck and I worked on her bottom until she finally rolled away from me and lay face down next to me.

She looked at me with a look that said only one thing: "Come on, spoil me!"

So I lay down on her, very flat, and rubbed myself against her while I kissed her neck and let the tip of my tongue slide over her skin. She moved her bum, pressed it against my pelvis and I slowly slid lower, kissing and licking her incessantly.

Soon I reached the base of her buttocks and the trembling melons arched under my tongue. When I gently slid over it, Marina gasped: "You're doing well, darling, just don't stop!" She straightened up, kneeled down and stretched her wide ass towards me. On the cheeks there was nothing to be seen of orange peel or any other indication of her age. Just hungry meat, and I thought to myself that she was probably horny too, because apparently she hadn't had sex during a long time.

For the first time I saw her pussy up close. What do you mean, her pussy? It was the first pussy I ever got that close and it looked beautiful, framed by thick labia, much larger than mine and, what I also noticed, it was shiny with moisture.

So I did what I'd always wanted to do on my own - I put my mouth on it and kissed her gently. Not only did Marina respond with a sharp scream to the touch, but I also got hot when my lips met her vagina. The taste, the smell, the wetness - it was incredibly exciting and this feeling only intensified when I stuck out my tongue and began to lick it.

Marina screamed again and I was getting bolder by the minute, until I grabbed her thighs and licked the crevice like crazy. It was a wet pleasure because her love juice was constantly oozing out of the slot and I couldn't help but sip it away. I buried myself deep in the crack between her cheeks, even rubbing my nose on her asshole every now and then, but I didn't mind. Their loud screams told me I was doing just the right thing.

Suddenly she groaned, almost incomprehensible because she had buried her head in the pillow: "Fuck me, take your fingers!"

First I tried two, but I noticed immediately that that was not enough, so I added a third and then it fitted. I sat up, held her with one hand on the bottom and fucked her very hard with the other. I rammed my fingers deep into her wet cunt and listened enthusiastically as it smacked when I penetrated her. She wiggled her bottom, clutched her hands on the pillow and then it happened. She came, dropped, writhed, and screamed out her lust. I lost her and was amazed at how long it took for her to calm down. Finally she turned on her back, stretched out and said, still breathless: "Come here!"

I fell into her outspread arms, snuggled up against her, and then we cuddled. She stroked me, whispered soft endorsements in my ear, said how well I had done it, asked if I had liked it and kept repeating how beautiful I was and how good I smelled.

Finally, she turned the light out and I fell asleep, nestled against her, totally exhausted, but insanely happy. I felt like I had finally got there.

*******

When the sun tickled me the next morning, I was lying alone in bed, the place next to me was cool and in the kitchen I could hear the clatter of dishes. I was just wondering if I had dreamed all this when Marina came into the room, a cup of coffee in hand and stark naked.

She leaned over me, kissed me on the mouth as if she could read my mind, and put the cup on the bedside table.

"Well, you sleepyhead, slept well?"

I nodded and threw up the covers: "Come cuddle!"

Laughing, she lay down next to me and I placed my head on her chest, felt her breasts, lay on top of it like on a pillow and kissed the sleeping nipple.

"That was nice yesterday!" I said softly and she grinned: "Does that mean you want a second round?"

I raised my head: "One?"

Laughing, she threw me on my back and lunged at me. "You can have that!"

We sank into a passionate kiss and a few minutes later she was upside down on top of me, showing me her pussy and tinkering with mine.

It was beautiful and the best - we came at the same time and both shouted our lust out the open window.

Then I snuggled up against her and she said: "I'm glad I have no neighbors. Just imagine what they would have to think of us! "

We laughed and cuddled, her kisses tasted so good and I noticed how much she liked it too.

"Haven't you had sex in a long time?" I asked her and her face turned serious.

"Yes, not since Christmas. It's really difficult, but it's not just me, your mother's just as poor! "

"You're right! You have to change that! "

"We want that, but she's stuck because of her parents. She doesn't want to leave her alone! "

"Oh come on, that's nonsense. The two are not that bad together and if there's a fire, I'll be there. And you could come more often. But it cannot go on like this! "

"That's right, but now let's just think about ourselves. I got the license from your mother and I want to enjoy it. Let's go swimming, what do you think? "

"Naked again?"

"Sure, if nobody is there!"

She borrowed me a beach towel and then we walked hand in hand to the sea. It was so incredibly familiar and beautiful, and it didn't seem strange to me at all. We had just gone a step further and the already existing close relationship had just now been joined by sex. When we got to the beach, we looked around - not a soul anywhere. We dropped our clothes, plunged into the water, and did not stop until the water swallowed our bosom.

Then she hugged me and we kissed, first tenderly, but then more and more passionately. With our breasts pressed together, we grabbed each other between the legs and stroked each other. But when she soon put a finger in my cunt, I did the same to her and we fucked until it came to us - total madness.

Laughing, we swam another lap and then threw ourselves into the warm sand.

She turned to me and said softly, "You have no idea how I'm enjoying this. Every second you remind me of your mom, it's almost like I'm with her. "

"Then just keep imagining it, then it will be easier for me too. I somehow have the feeling that we're betraying her! "

She gently caressed my bosom. "You don't need that, she knows and she wants it!"

I was satisfied with that and I want to be honest - I didn't want to question it anymore, it was just too beautiful for that.

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The next few days went by in a flash, we had a lot of fun and lots of sex. We made love every night and during the day whenever an opportunity arose.

Sometimes drifted like it on the couch in the yard, sometimes she laid me on the kitchen table and licked me to a wonderful orgasm.

When she was working, I sometimes crept up from behind, kissed her bare bottom and started caressing her until she put the chisel down and layed spread-kneed on the clay floor and I could fuck her with my fingers.

It was probably at the beginning of the second week when we fell into bed in the evening after the shower. We'd had a fair amount of wine and I was tipsy.

I grabbed her and wanted to lie on her for a nice 69 licking game, but that night she had other plans. She pointed to a small bottle on the nightstand that I saw there for the first time and grinned lustfully.

"No, no, my dear, there is another lesson today. Come here and kneel down! "

"What are you going to do?", I asked astonished and she just said: "Something new!"

Of course I trusted her. I knew she wouldn't do anything I didn't want, so I followed her instructions and stretched my buttocks towards her.

She took me by the flanks and began to kiss me, not leaving an inch, pressing her lips from neck to thighs on every spot of my skin. Then she let her tongue follow and licked me, wet and warm. When she pulled my cheeks apart and slid through the deep valley between them, I winced - a tongue had never touched me there.

But she did it again and again, licking from the clitoris up to the butt hole and back and I would have to lie if I hadn't liked it.

Suddenly she reached for the bottle and I groaned: "What happens now?"

"Now I will give you a special pleasure, just enjoy it and don't think about it!"

Of course I knew what she was up to, but my disgust and my fear were blown away and when she licked the rosette again, I groaned voluptuously - it was an unspeakably cool, but also very intimate feeling.

Then I felt something moist, oily on the anus and immediately afterwards a finger began to massage it - incredibly gently and tenderly.

"Just relax and let it happen," she whispered from behind me and I felt the pressure build up and a fingertip pressing against the sphincter.

She pressed harder and tighter and suddenly the back entrance opened and her finger penetrated my intestines - what madness.

Lower and lower it came and I felt it slide along the silky inner walls. The feeling was indescribable and I enjoyed it. It was this familiarity, this complete opening for the partner that made it so beautiful and I was moaning incessantly now. Gently she began to fuck me and to make the whole thing even more exciting, she also pushed two fingers into my pussy and that was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. She screwed me in the same rhythm on both holes and unfortunately it was over much too quickly. A mega orgasm made me cry out completely unrestrained. I pressed my ass against her and felt the waves of pleasure rush through my body. Marina didn't stop and I came twice more before collapsing and pulling away from her fingers. Immediately she came over me and held me tight while the waves slowly ebbed.

The very next morning I returned the favor and since then anal has been one of our favorite pastimes and so we had a very diverse and exciting time.

On the last day we never got out of bed and made love from morning to night, played through everything she had taught me and finally fell asleep completely exhausted but happy.

At the airport we both had tears in our eyes because we knew it wouldn't happen again.

The chapter was closed, but I had become a new person, and now I knew my way.

I fell into mother's arms without a word, and it wasn't until the evening after we'd visited Grandma and Grandpa that I was able to talk about it.

I didn't tell her any details, I just thanked her for the generosity and love.

"I just wanted you to finally see your way, my darling!"

"Yes, and now you go yours. I will switch to distance learning from now on, and you will move to Italy. I will take care of the grandparents and there is no discussion about that. Is that clear?"

Two months later I took her to the train and from then on I lived in my parents' house again. Grandma and Grandpa held up bravely and hardly made any effort and yes, there is Britta, a young woman from the neighborhood, a single parent and disappointed about men. We visit each other almost every day and I know it won't be long before I'll have her in my bed.