Date: 5 Sep 2002 17:17:28 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: The Cyprus Holiday (Incest F/F, F/FF,FF/FF)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women.  If this type of content
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                        The Cyprus Holiday
                                By
                               Jan


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

	We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and
made reservations in a nice hotel on a picturesque beach.  We
were down to getting our passports, traveler's checks and
money exchanged, when my husband dropped the news on me
that he had to go to Japan on company business.

	He said that I should not let it stop me from going
everything was paid for.  So I called my mother and asked her
if she would like to go with me.  She got so excited that I
thought she was going crawl right through the phone line.  She
went right out and got her passport and bought a wardrobe and
luggage.

	When the time arrived and we stepped off the airplane,
we were hit in the face with the heat.  I turned to Mom and said,
"Were not in Kansas anymore! Toto."

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

	Mom and I took all the tours, with everyone from the
hotel.  We were taking pictures everywhere.  I met a couple of
English schoolteachers that 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 informed me that Jones is the most common
name in England.  We all had a chuckle over that.  I found their
accent charming.  We speak the same language, but we have so
many ways to say the same thing that it catches your attention.
Simple things like American's say counter-clockwise, they said
anti-clockwise.

	They were very gregarious women.  They had the buses
laughing all the time, with their comments about everything.
Whenever we got back on the bus I seemed to sit close to them.

	Mom befriended a woman about my age.  She was an
interesting woman.  She was a French woman, but she was
originally from Morocco.  She told us her name was Michel.
She was a striking woman.  Her long black hair shined like it
was oiled.  She had a pronounced widow's peak and thick
eyebrows.  At least they were shaped.  Her eyes had a natural
dark shadow around them.  Her skin was a rich brown.  For
some reason they hit it off.  When we were hitting the tourist
shops they seemed to hang out with each other, while I was
laughing my ass off at the comments of Barb and Maggie.

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

	I started going to the beach with my English friends.
Mom started begging off and doing her own thing.  One day I
headed to the rather private beach.  When I arrived on the beach
I saw Barb and Maggie.  I headed in their direction right away.
I finally noticed that they were both naked.  That was not, that
far out, many people in the area went sunbathing nude.  As I
drew closer Barbara rolled over and kissed Maggie on the
mouth.  The kiss were sure not the kind of kiss I ever saw
teachers exchange.  Then to my shock, Barbara placed her hand
on the vulva of Maggie, and rubbed her as they kissed.

	I turned and headed back up the beach.  I didn't know
what to think or feel.  I knew that 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 back to the hotel.

	When I got to our room I opened the door.  As I entered
the room, I saw Mom's naked ass as she rolled off the bed and
tried to hide her body behind the top sheet.  Michel was lying
there on the sheets totally naked.  She casually rolled in my
direction and reached for a box of cigarettes and a lighter.  She
opened the box and took out a cigarette and lit it.  She took a
deep breath, filling her lungs with smoke.

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

	Her image was burned into my mind as I sputtered my
apology and backed out of the room.  I closed the door.  I
headed to the beach and found a sidewalk caf‚ and ordered a
bottle of wine.  As I sat there drinking by myself, I was seeing
the image of Michel's body in my mind and my mother's too.

	Michel's skin has an even dark brown color all over.
There was no pale areas, left by a swimsuit line.  Her areolas
were a dark chocolate color.  I was struck by the fact that when
she rested her free hand behind her head, her underarm was
unshaven.  The hair was thick.  Her vulva was unshaven too.
She had an abundant amount of hair between her legs.  She just
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 as she closed her mouth
looked sexy.

	On the other hand she had only got a quick glimpse of
her mother.  She knew what her mother looked like naked, but
she had never seen her mother like that before.  Her mother had
a nice figure for a woman over sixty.  Oh! The tit's sagged a
little.  The flesh below her navel sagged too.  Her flesh was not
a resilient anymore, 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 brown pubic hair from the backside.  Her
mother had her hands under the ass of Michel and her face was
pressed against the pubis of the dark woman.

	Nichola almost missed the beautiful red setting sun and
the dark shadows working their war across the bay.  She hardly
noticed when Barbara and Maggie sat down in the white plastic
chairs around the white plastic table.

	When she finally saw Barb, she drunkenly babbled, "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 is nothing, I saw my mother sucking Michel's cunt
in our.ro.room!"

	Barbara said, I think you have had enough to drink!  I
said, "Why stop, I'm just getting numb!"

	With that Maggie and Barbara helped me to my feet and
walked me back to the hotel.  I tried to resist but was not able to
stop them from taking her to their room.  I was saying things
like, "Did you see the beautiful sunset?"  But I was also talking
about black pussy hair too.

	When they got me in their room I fell face down across
the foot of their bed.  I was sound asleep.

	In the morning I woke up with a full bladder, throbbing
head and a dry mouth.  I was not sure where I was at first.  The
room looked a lot like 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 were asleep next to each other.
They had on nightgowns at least.  Of course from my
vantagepoint I could see that both of them had a sparse
covering of brown hair between their legs.

	I rolled off the foot of the bed and headed for the
bathroom.  I could not move fast or my head started spinning.  I
sat their peeing and remembered most of what happened
yesterday.  When I looked at my face in the mirror I saw that
my mascara was messed up and my face was puffy.  Then I felt
my tongue.  It felt like it was coated with fungus.  I was sure
that my breath smell like a garbage can.

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

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

	I gave her a sheepish grin, and said, "Just fine, I'm too
sick to be dead."

	Barbara chuckled and said, "The local wine has a kick to
it."

	Maggie woke up and rubbed her eyes and kissed Barbara
on the mouth.  Then she smiled at me.  She asked, "Have you
come to terms with what you found out yesterday, yet?"

	I said, "There is not a lot I could do about it.  I had no
idea that my mother had desires like that.  She was only doing
what I have dreamed about for some time."

	That brought about smiles from them.  Then I added, I
hope you don't mind that I used one of your toothbrushes to
scrape the shit out of my mouth."

	Barbara said, "That was OK!  Then she picked up the
phone and dialed my room number.  I head her say, Hello!
Mrs. Backer, this is Barbara Jones.  I am calling to let you
know that Nichola in here in our room. .. She is OK!  She just
drank a little too much wine yesterday. .. No!  Don't worry
about it.  Nichola was just shocked by what she saw.  . I'm
sure that there is nothing to forgive.  She just had a couple of
shocks.  She saw Maggie and me kissing on the beach while I
was playing with her pussy. .  Yes we are long time lovers.
Why don't we all meet in the dinning room for breakfast in say
thirty minutes?  Bye.bye Honey!"

	With that she swatted Maggie on her bum and told her to
get moving.  I sat there watching them for the first time,
understanding they were lovers.  They took turns using the
small bathroom and came back into the room to dress.  Barbara
said there is nothing more for you to find out about us.  You
have seen out best parts, I guess.  I watched them dress and
found them very sexy too.

	The five of us were sitting at a round table.  It was up to
me to hug and kiss Mom first.  She looked sheepish and asked,
"Am I forgiven?  I told her, "There was nothing to forgive.  I
only regret that I left yesterday."

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

	The conversation around the table became lighter.  There
was a buzz of women's voices as we ate.  They were all talking
about the way they like to have sex with women.  I finally made
the statement, "I guess I'm the only one at this table that has not
tasted a pussy."

	My mother cleared her throat, "That's not quite true
honey."  I looked at her and asked what she meant?  She gave
me a warm smile and asked if I remembered being wet-nursed
at her breasts?  I gave her a questioning look and said, "No!"
She went on to say, "I breasts fed you until you were more than
three years old."

	"So what was so special about that?" I asked.

	Mom blushed and in a low voice she said, "When you
were fussing between feedings I would sometime place you
between my legs and let you suck on my clitoris.  When you
were walking and talking you would even ask me to let you
suck the little tit."

	The realization of the implications of her statement took
a moment to sink in.  When I looked around the table Barbara
was the first to ask, "Would you like to suck my little tit?"
Everyone broke up laughing.

	As the meal was coming to an end, we decided that we
would rent a car and drive to a distant beach for the day.  We
had them deliver an Italian sedan to the front of the hotel.

	It was crowded fitting five adult women into the compact
car.  We bought a basket of food to take with us and put it in the
boot (trunk) as Barbara and Maggie called it.  I added an
inflatable mattress type raft.  We drove along the coast until we
found a beach that was secluded, and not visible from the road.
It was known as Smugglers cove, in the local language.

	We parked the car out of sight from the road and walked
down the rocky path to the cove.  The beach faced south and
had plenty of sun on the beach.  We laid out a blanket and put
the food basket in some shade.  Everyone stripped off their own
clothes in a rush.  We made to comment that Michel was the
only one present that didn't need to be concerned about getting
sunburned.

	Lets just say that Barbara, Maggie, Mom and me had
very white butt, shinning in the sun.  The glare could blind a
person.  When we were all naked we rubbed our tits and cunts
as we felt the warm breeze pass over our bodies.

	I got out the inflatable air mattress with a cotton rope
strung around it, and inflated it with my mouth.  When we all
rushed into the blue water and romped around like schoolgirls.
We had something to support us as we paddled out to the
middle of the cove.

	It was about twenty feet deep at this point.  I had to dive
to the bottom just to see if there was anything worth bringing
up.  If there had ever been anything of value it had been
retrieved years ago.  As I was coming up 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 butts just looked too much alike.  The other thing was
that as they held onto the raft with one hand, they had the free
hand between the legs of the body closest to them.

	When I surfaced and got a lung full of air, I joined them
hanging to on the raft.  In my present mood I filled my lungs
and went under water again.  I swam under mother and came up
between her legs.  I moved the dark hand away from her cunt
and kissed her hair pie, for the first time in close to forty years.
I sucked on her clitoris as long as my lungs would let me.

	When I came back up for air, Mom said, "We better go
back to the beach before you drown."

	We were about to leave the other women, when they all
agreed that they should dry off.  So, the five of us pushed the
raft back to shore.  We all flopped on the blanket.  It was
crowded and we were all pressed against each other.  I was
excited about having sex with my mother, and the dark woman
she had been sucking the day before.

	I started kissing Mom on the mouth with all the emotion
of a girl in love.  As we were kissing each other we were
feeling each other's breasts.  Michel was kneeling between our
legs and was feeling both our cunt at the same time.

	I looked at the other side of the blanket.  Barbara and
Maggie were sitting there, cross-legged and their arms around
each other as they watch the show before them.

	I had to find out what Mom tasted like.  I moved down
her body and parted her brown haired vagina with my fingers,
so I could look at it.  I smelled her wet cunt and opened my
mouth and tasted her pussy.  I was really getting into sucking
my mother's cunt, when I felt my legs being parted.

	When I lifted my head enough to look down and see what
was going on, Michel was fitting her face between my legs and
starting to suck my cunt.  Before, I went back to sucking
Mom's cunt, I checked out Barb and Maggie.  They were
watching everything going on as they masturbated each other.

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

	When Mom climaxed she grabbed me by the sides of my
head and held me still until she recovered.  Then she lifted my
head up and kissed me on the mouth one more time.

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

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


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