I was born and raised in Japan by my Japanese mother and Swedish father. I am medium tall, have dark brown hair, which is often kept in a pony, and dark brown eyes. I love sports and have an athletic slim body.

When I was eighteen, dad suddenly left us to live with a much younger woman. My mom is a very pragmatic woman, and after her initial shock, she soon told me, “I will not let this man ruin my life. He is gone, but we’ll be fine without him.”

Not so much later, she found a new man in her life, and as it turned out, he was Swedish too. I just saw him, Mats, briefly when he once picked up my mom. He was a tall, handsome guy with a well-trimmed beard, blond wavy hair, and blue eyes.

That summer, he invited us to fly to Sweden because he wanted to introduce us to his family so that he and I could get to know each other better. The flight was also a present for my eighteenth birthday from him!

We arrived in Stockholm via London and checked into our hotel. After a brief dinner with his parents and his sister, we all went to bed. Mom and Mats had their room and I had my own.

Because of jet lag, I woke up at 3 am and I could hear them making love. The moans made me horny, too, and I fingered myself to a quick orgasm while they fucked, only one wall separating them from me. Being with company helps get over the jet lag, I thought.

The next day, we drove to their remote weekend house at a lake shore. The family had prepared everything for us, including great food and drink in the fridge. We enjoyed the day, cycling a bit (I love cycling) and Mats teaching us to row their boat. We laughed a lot, and I was so happy for my mom.

That evening, when mom went to the bathroom, he asked me if everything was okay. I said yes. He then asked if it was okay for me to be away from my boyfriend for three weeks. Maybe he had realized how noisy they were the night before.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I answered quickly. This was true because younger men were so selfish and my sex with them had been less than satisfactory, to say the least. When Mom came back, we fell silent, both of us blushing.

After dinner, we played a board game, which was a lot of fun. Jet lag still was strong, so we went to bed while it was still very bright.

That night, too, at 4 am, I could hear them banging again. And again I satisfied my wet pussy with my fingers.

The next morning, Mats apologized when mom was out of hearing distance. “Hey Lola, I am sorry to have made you feel uncomfortable yesterday evening by asking about your boyfriend. I didn’t know that you are more into women.”

“I am not a lesbian!” I replied snappishly, and I could see that he blushed.

The rest of the day went as normally as it could, but Mats kind of avoided eye contact.

The three of us swam a bit in the cold lake, making my nipples so hard. Mom and Mats touched and kissed in the water, joking with each other. I could tell they definitely were totally in love with each other. I had been getting a bit more jealous every time I saw them together since we had arrived. Back home I had had some short flings with older men, and it seemed that those three sexless weeks were getting tougher for me than I thought.

When I got out of the water, I could notice out of the corner of my eye how they both looked at me in my bikini. I cleared the bikini pants out of my butt crack, turned towards them so that Mats could see my hard nipples on my A-size titties, waved at them, and ran to the cottage.

That evening, Mats was less talkative but looked more intensely at mom and me during dinner. For the desert, I needed to get some plates from the top shelf, so I stretched up on my toes but still couldn’t reach them.

“Mats, can you help me?” I asked, and he was eager to assist. It seemed that he was a tad closer to my body than absolutely necessary when taking the plates from the top shelf.

When we were briefly alone that evening, I said how much I liked the smell of his shower gel. He blushed again.

That night I heard them again. I got wet thinking that maybe Mats thought about me while he was fucking mom.

I got hornier every day. Not having someone to fuck was getting on my nerves. Every night I did it to myself. Mats and I got closer day by day, too. We chatted about many things. The three of us laughed, rode bicycles together, and cooked together. But at night, Mats was there for mom alone.

A few days later, mom went out by car to go shopping. She would be gone for a few hours and I knew I had a good chance. Since Mats loves swimming, I asked him to join me in the cold lake. So, we jumped into our bathing outfits as soon as mom left the driveway. I ran to the water and turned around to splash water on Mats. I loved to see his hairy chest.

He rushed into the cold water laughing and splashing. After a few rounds in the water, I swam up to him, treading water. He was a bit taller than me, tall enough that he could stand.

“Thank you for this wonderful time here!” I exclaimed.

He beamed. “I am so happy that you like it here.”

I closed the last meter between him and me and hugged him. I placed a kiss on his cheek. He retreated and looked at me uncomfortably.

“Look,” he stumbled, “I am in love with your mom. I like you, but that is all. Just like. It’s wrong. You are too young.”

I tread water. “It’s not fair. I hear you all night making love. I am no lesbian. I am a woman who needs sex, too.” I swam to him and hugged him again. “I have had sex with older men.” And I gave him a kiss on the mouth before he could recover from the shock that I was such a slut.

I retreated again. I reached to my back and unfastened my bikini top. It slowly rose to the surface, and he could see it floating on the water, but he didn’t say anything. I reached down and unfastened the pants too. They floated to the surface, and I lay back, floating, so that he could see my tits, belly, and triangle of pubic hair barely under the water's surface.

I didn’t need to wait long. He swam to me and placed his hands on my tits. After a short kiss, he said, “Just sex, okay?”

“Just sex.” I lied.

After swimming back to the shore, he stepped out first and turned towards me. I could see a bulge in his pants. When I stepped out of the water, he smiled at my naked slender body. My trimmed triangle of pubic hair caught his eyes for an extra long time. He breathed hard.

We grabbed our towels and ran into the house. He stepped out of his pants on the terrace, and we went straight to the bedroom where I pushed him onto the bed.

He had already his hands on his cock, rubbing his best friend. It was long and bent slightly sideways.

I love the sixty-nine position, so I got on top of him with my knees straddling his head and with my face at his cock. He grabbed my ass cheeks and started licking me while I put his cock in my mouth. Soon, I switched positions to mount him cowgirl style, so that he could massage my little tits, while I was humping the cock that had been in my mother’s pussy for the last few nights. We both moaned, and he sounded exactly as the nights before when he had pounded my mom.

“I wanna fuck you doggy, you little slut,” he said. I loved how firm he was in his ordering me around, so I got into position on the bed. To my joy, he gave me a slap on each cheek before he rammed his cock so deep into my vagina that it took my breath away. I loved his pounding. My body was being thrust forward with every hard push he gave me. He massaged my tits and pulled my hair while his pounding became faster. We both came at the same time and he shot his load deep into my unprotected pussy.

Still breathless, he let go of me, and I felt his juice leaking out of my pussy. Finally, I had gotten laid in Sweden.

"You are quite a slut, Lola," Mats said, looking at me, as I relaxed on my back, with my legs spread.

"And you are quite a good fucker,” I smiled. “Now I know why Mom fell in love with you."

He reminded me that Mom could come back anytime, and told me I had better put some clothes on. So, I went to the toilet, cleaned myself up, and dressed.