It was enough for that night, but the next morning we were already back at it. We were wandering in the tiny streets of the old city, at our own pace since we had nothing else planned. Women of all ages and all shapes regularly crossed our path, and Mom would sometimes try to start a conversation. This was an odd and relaxed way of doing tourism, and time flew by without a single success on our side until late in the afternoon. This was a small shoe store with only one saleslady to take care of everything. She was probably bored because the summer season had not started yet, and she rushed up to us as soon as we opened the door. I found an excuse to leave Mom alone with her, or rather, her at the mercy of my mother.
Hidden behind a row of shoes, I was watching them chat. They seemed to get along quickly, and soon I was convinced that they were not talking about business. I was thrilled to see Rachel -- that was the lady's name -- gently touching my mother's knee with her hand, and even more that there was no reaction of rejection from my mother. It was the very first time my straight mother was being touched by another woman, and I was wondering how she would handle it. Suddenly, a noise coming from the entrance of the shop caught my attention. At this point, I was ready to make any new client leave the shop, even if it meant being mean to them, but it was not necessary. It was just a gust of wind that made the door budge. I had just turned my head for a few seconds, but it was enough for Mom and Rachel to vanish!
It took me very little time to find them, behind a door leading to a back room. My heart started to beat as I saw them entwined through the slightly open door. They were kissing passionately, eyes closed, and even from my hiding place, I could notice the movement of their tongues in each other's mouths. Their hands were active too; Rachel had lifted my mother's skirt and was sensually caressing her back, and Mom had put her hands over Rachel's hips. I had the feeling that she was hesitating to grab her breasts; what kind of raging hurricane of feelings must have been brewing in her mind at this moment? Rachel was not exactly a beautiful woman, but she had some very sexy, voluptuous curves. Or maybe was it my excitement of the moment that made me see her as prettier than she really was. The important thing was that my mother was about to achieve something she had never done before. She was going to have sex with a stranger.
I was so proud of her, I wanted to cheer her, but I had to stay hidden; I would have hated myself if I had ruined her moment. I knew I should have left them alone and made sure that nobody would enter the shop, but moving was impossible. My eyes were stuck on these two bodies, deliciously entangled, their clothes covering less and less skin by the minute. I was hypnotized; I had to keep watching even if I knew I was doing something wrong. Rachel was divine, and she was clearly experienced in such encounters; she had quickly undressed my mother, she made her sit on a pile of boxes, and stuffed her face between my mother's legs. I was hearing her moaning, I could see the touches, I was sensing the pleasure; an enormous amount of pleasure. Then I realized that this pleasure was also coming from me; I was being aroused, and I had started masturbating without realizing it.
I had never been a voyeur, never felt an urge or a need to spy on people. And I was always uncomfortable when I saw something I was not supposed to see. Except on that day, I was ashamed of myself, but I had to see more of these two women. Mom was now resting on the floor, completely naked, her bush radiant as ever. Rachel was naked too, half lying on her, licking her nipples while her hand had found its way to my mother's sex. I could see from the movement of her forearm muscles that she was extremely active with her fingers. And it was certainly working, seeing how my mother was wiggling on the floor, like a mermaid in an ocean of pleasure.
Until that moment, my mother had been completely passive. Maybe she had told Rachel that it was her first time, or more likely, Rachel understood it by herself; but in the end, she had been in charge, and she had taken her role as an ambassador of Sappho extremely seriously. She was making love to my mother without asking her to do anything, and my mother looked genuinely happy. A thought came into my mind that maybe she had never experienced such sexual pleasure in her life, even though she was lying on the floor with her arms along her body. This is when I saw her fingers starting to move, then her hand went up toward the breast of her lover. Gently, she approached a nipple to her mouth and started to suck it, while her other hand went caressing Rachel's butt. It goes without saying that I had never seen that side of my mother; I was deeply embarrassed and strongly excited. It was an excitement that was linked to my own arousal and to the grand joy of seeing my mother taking control of her sex life for the first time.
As I was watching the scene, I was trying to do two different things: I was keeping an eye on the shop to make sure that nobody would come in, and I was masturbating slowly, digging my fingers in my very wet pussy. I was struggling to hold an orgasm, something I had not done in a very long time, and I knew I was the only one in that case. Mom had already cum twice at least from the assaults of the expert Rachel, I don't think she realized how visible, and loud, her orgasms were. The walls of the room covered most of the noise. I could see them speaking constantly, but I could only hear the loudest moans. Finally, maybe on Rachel's suggestion, they both went into sixty-nine, and despite all I had witnessed so far, I was still surprised to see how eager my mom was when Rachel's pussy went on her face.
Mom did not hesitate; she jumped into Rachel's most intimate spot and pushed her tongue deep inside. Excitement has this magical quality that makes us capable of doing the kinkiest things, and I could see that my mother was very excited. She was devouring that sex as if she had been starving for years. In a way, it was somewhat true. For a woman who was heterosexual just ten minutes before, I found her very natural. She went after that sex over and over again, probably trying to replicate what Rachel had done to her earlier. Apparently, she quickly figured it out as the saleswoman began to sweat profusely, all the pores of her skin were just soaking wet. I myself was in a similar state
They continued to pleasure each other before starting to hold and kiss each other; that magic moment was about to end. It was time for me to end as well, so I moved backward until I tripped over a pile of ballet slippers and shoes to be boxed. I had to cum before the ladies would join me, but I was so excited that it arrived almost immediately. My orgasm was long and very wet, I was shaking and trembling, and many shoes were soaked beneath me; I wasn't very proud of that. It was only after my mother and Rachel exited the back room that I realized I had left drops of wetness along the way. My mother was not yet able to notice anything, but I saw in Rachel's gaze that she understood everything. I blushed, but she winked at me with a smirk, making me understand that she was not bothered by this kind of thing. She was probably less happy when she discovered the soaked shoes later on.
I was quite relieved to leave the shop before my mom realized that I had spied on her. When she admitted to me that she had sex with Rachel, I pretended to be surprised. I told her that I lost her for about fifteen minutes -- it was actually more than that! -- and I told her that I would never have thought things would go that fast. It was a lie, but I had good intentions. I wanted to celebrate her; I wanted her to understand how impressive she had been, how much she had surpassed my expectations, how much I was proud of her, how much I was happy for her. As she was starting to feel overwhelmed, I joked about the fact that I had tried for years to have sex with a salesgirl in her shop. It was true, and I had failed every time I tried, but my mother managed to do it on her first try! It made her blush and laugh at the same time.
After this first major success, we still had a few days to enjoy the sun and the beach. Mom was feeling reassured; she was probably putting herself under a lot of pressure before that day. But I knew I had to find new ideas very soon to continue my mother's education. She is expecting me to help her regain control over her sexuality, and she would need more than one fuck to make such claims. For me, it was a critical moment. I was afraid my mom might consider she had done enough; I had to keep pushing her in the same direction. Finally, we talked about it and she agreed to move on to the next phase. All she asked of me was a day to savor her first lesbian encounter.
It was the least I could do; besides, I too needed some rest!
