Lesbian

The Story

I am a woman of 43, I am a single mother and I have a 19 year old daughter. First I want to thank the people who work and maintain this site. I find it interesting and useful. I am intrigued by the stories written and about women who like women or women who have relationships with women. This is due to the fact that my daughter is a lesbian. I didn't realize it until this summer, when we worked until noon last Friday in July. I got home earlier than usual. There was no one in the living room or kitchen, so he headed for the child's room. The door was slightly ajar, I pushed it open, and I was about to say, "Echo, I came home," I froze. I couldn't utter a groan and a moan stuck in my throat. My daughter was lying on her bed naked, one hand between her thighs and the other holding her phone. I pulled back, holding my breath. My first one was, that my girl is having sex and masturbating. My face and ears burned, I was flushed from the awkward situation. I felt like I was sinking, I wanted to melt and I disappeared. I was just thinking about how to walk away unnoticed and go outside again, I heard words. Words in Bulgarian addressed to my child and uttered by a woman with a slightly hoarse voice. I froze for the second time. I couldn't figure out what was going on. I tensed my whole body to make another, silent movement forward and peered in again. I tried not to breathe so as not to attract my daughter's attention. It took me a while to assimilate what was happening. At one point, everything became clear to me. She was really content with herself, but she didn't watch pornography, it was a video chat and the interlocutor was a woman. They showed each other their charms with the cameras on their phones, and the words who uttered to each other many times exceeded what I considered moral. I managed to get out without being noticed. I struggled to gather my thoughts as I walked aimlessly through the streets, drunk.

I had to talk to her, I had to understand her sexuality. Why was she winged and where I was, how did I not understand? What kind of parents am I? These were just some of the thoughts that raced through my head. I went home, still thinking and asking myself unanswered questions. The only thing I came to was that whatever she was, I supported her. At home, I pretended nothing had happened. I needed peace of mind and time to make her talk about herself and feel my support and support. It took days for her to tell me she was a lesbian, but somehow she was relieved that the cover-ups were over. The cards were on the table. Tell me he has a girlfriend. At my insistence, he introduced me to her. This was the girl from the chat, I recognized her by her voice. She is two years older than me and is a country student. In the beginning, again with my consent, he stayed at home and then moved to live with us. So to speak, I got a second daughter. Why am I writing all this to you? Because I've come across a lot of lesbian stories that suffer from misunderstanding. Fear of sharing what they are.

Girls to you I have advice SHARE. To all others I have an appeal PEOPLE TO SUPPORT THEM. All these lesbians are our children, sisters, relatives or friends. They are no different from all other people. You experience the same feelings as us: joy, sadness, love, hate, etc. Let us lend a hand, do not shy away from them. I will be happy if my story is published. This was the girl from the chat, I recognized her by her voice. She is two years older than me and is a country student. In the beginning, again with my consent, he stayed at home and then moved to live with us. So to speak, I got a second daughter. Why am I writing all this to you? Because I've come across a lot of lesbian stories that suffer from misunderstanding. Fear of sharing what they are. Girls to you I have advice SHARE. To all others I have an appeal PEOPLE TO SUPPORT THEM. All these lesbians are our children, sisters, relatives or friends. They are no different from all other people. You experience the same feelings as us: joy, sadness, love, hate, etc. Let us lend a hand, do not shy away from them. I will be happy if my story is published. This was the girl from the chat, I recognized her by her voice. She is two years older than me and is a country student. In the beginning, again with my consent, he stayed at home and then moved to live with us. So to speak, I got a second daughter. Why am I writing all this to you? Because I've come across a lot of lesbian stories that suffer from misunderstanding. Fear of sharing what they are. Girls to you I have advice SHARE. To all others, I have an appeal for PEOPLE TO SUPPORT THEM. All these lesbians are our children, sisters, relatives or friends. They are no different from all other people. You experience the same feelings as us: joy, sadness, love, hate, etc. Let us lend a hand, do not shy away from them. I will be happy if my story is published. In the beginning, again with my consent, he stayed at home and then moved to live with us. So to speak, I got a second daughter. Why am I writing all this to you? Because I've come across a lot of lesbian stories that suffer from misunderstanding. Fear of sharing what they are. Girls to you I have advice SHARE.

To all others I have an appeal PEOPLE TO SUPPORT THEM. All these lesbians are our children, sisters, relatives or friends. They are no different from all other people. You experience the same feelings as us: joy, sadness, love, hate, etc. Let us lend a hand, do not shy away from them. I will be happy if my story is published. In the beginning, again with my consent, he stayed at home and then moved to live with us. So to speak, I got a second daughter. Why am I writing all this to you? Because I've come across a lot of lesbian stories that suffer from misunderstanding. Fear of sharing what they are. Girls to you I have advice SHARE. To all others I have an appeal PEOPLE TO SUPPORT THEM. All these lesbians are our children, sisters, relatives or friends. They are no different from all other people. You experience the same feelings as us: joy, sadness, love, hate, etc. Let us lend a hand, do not shy away from them. I will be happy if my story is published. who suffer from misunderstanding. Fear of sharing what they are. Girls to you I have advice SHARE. To all others I have an appeal PEOPLE TO SUPPORT THEM.

All these lesbians are our children, sisters, relatives or friends. They are no different from all other people. You experience the same feelings as us: joy, sadness, love, hate, etc. Let us lend a hand, do not shy away from them. I will be happy if my story is published. who suffer from misunderstanding. Fear of sharing what they are. Girls to you I have advice SHARE. To all others I have an appeal PEOPLE TO SUPPORT THEM. All these lesbians are our children, sisters, relatives or friends. They are no different from all other people. You experience the same feelings as us: joy, sadness, love, hate, etc. Let us lend a hand, do not shy away from them. I will be happy if my story is published.

Last Updated
September 12, 2020
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