Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 09:29:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best Friends Mom (lesbian/ adult youth, oral, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older woman.  If this type of content
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read it.

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                  Best Friend's Mom
                         By
                        Jan

	At the beginning of my freshman year of high
school I met a girl that graduated from a junior high
across town.  We had three classes together, so we
soon developed a friendship that was destined to be
a long term relationship.  Her name was Angie.  She
was one of those girls that had naturally golden
brown skin, dark brunette hair, and brown eyes with
naturally dark shadows around her eyes.

	My family was Irish, and they had named me
Kathleen.  I had been graced with red hair almost
the color of bricks, and I kept it short for
convenience sake.  My skin is as white as cream, and
green eyes.  I had two moles, one the size of a dime
sized brown mole on the outside of my left tit, and a
brown mole about the size of a pencil eraser on the
inside of my left thigh, oh...and my pubic hair is a
pale red.  We made an interesting looking couple.

	We always had lunch with each other, and we
went to the Friday night football games together.
Her mother was very cool about driving us to the
games and dances afterwards.  Her name was
Martha, and you could tell where Angie got her
looks.  I felt an instant attraction to her mother.  I
developed and affinity for her that in ways was even
closer than between Angie and me.  I could tell her
anything and she knew the right thing to say to make
me feel better.

	I liked to help her with household chores, just
so I could be close to her.  We talked about almost
everything, including sex.  I had told her that I had
made out with some boys, but they were clumsy, and
I didn't like the way they were always grasping my
tits too hard.  She assured me that it was hard to
train boys in the art of lovemaking.

	One time I was visiting Martha while Angie was
at choir practice.  We were starting to prepare
dinner, for some reason we kept bumping into each
other.  It was as if her breasts were magnets to my
body.  It was turning me on, and I didn't know why.
It was embarrassingly innocent, and I spent days and
night fantasizing about what might have happened
had I been bold enough to make my feeling known to
her.

	Late that year during the latter part of the
football season it was not only cold, it rained
buckets.  We huddled up under plastic sheets during
the game.  I had already asked my mother if I could
spend the night at Angie's home.

	When the three of us got home we took turns
taking warm showers, while the forced air heater
warmed up the house.  We were still very exuberant
because our team had won the game.  We were still
celebrating.  Martha allowed us to have a couple of
glasses of rum and coke.  It didn't take much to
make Angie and I act rather foolishly.  Martha
simply smiled at our foolish antics.  By the third
drink Angie was starting to fall off to sleep.

	Martha sent her off to bed.  Angie went off to
bed without any resistance, and simply waddled off
to her room.  That left me chatting like a magpie to
Martha.  She made us another drink, and the two of
us settled down on the couch together.  She brushed
a stray red hair away from my face, before kissing
me on the cheek.

	I drunkenly told her, "I love you!"

	Martha assured me, "Honey...I love you too!"
With that she kissed me on the lips.

	I felt a tingle rush through my body.  I lifted
my head up as she pulled away, so that I could
return the kiss on her lips.

	Martha pulled my body around so that my butt
was resting against her right thigh.  She laid me
across her lap and continued kissing me.  As she
placed a hand on my left breast, I opened my mouth.
She stuck her tongue into my mouth.  I had never
even been tongue kissed by a boy let alone by a
female.  I virtually melted in her arms.  She ran her
hand under my pajama top.  I moaned when she had
cupped my breast.

	She whispered, "I love the size and feel of your
sweet little breasts!"

	I had always envied females with large breasts
like Martha's.  I felt that my breasts were too small.
It was very reassuring to hear an attractive adult
woman expressing her admiration for my breasts.  I
thought my areolas and nipples were too small.  The
breasts themselves were not much more than a hand
full.  When she lifted my pajama top to look at my
breasts I complained about the mole. She assured
me that it was a beauty mark, and leaned over to
kiss me right on the mole.  She also took that
opportunity to lick my underarm.  My first thought
was how much stubble there was, because I had not
shaved my underarms in a couple of days.  Martha
didn't seem to mind though.

	While she was admiring my breasts and
stimulating my underarm, I just couldn't resist
feeling her breast.  I'm sure that she was a 38C or D
cup at least.  Her breasts were so soft under my
fingers.  Martha used one hand to pull her shortie
nightgown out from under her body.  I helped her
pull the nightgown over her head.  She was totally
naked by that time.  I had always admired her body,
but now I was looking at all of her naked glory.  Her
pubic hair was a very dark auburn color.  She shaved
her pubic hair so that it was flat on top and tapered
towards her cunt in a triangular shape, and trims it
to an even quarter inch length.  I knew I was going
to shave mine that way as soon as I got home.

	I was cuddled up in her arms, and the room was
warm by that time, I could smell her perfume and
the odor of her pussy.  It was as if she was in heat
the way she smelled, and the way she was pawing at
my body.  She pulled on the drawstring of my pajama
bottoms.  As soon as she pulled the drawstring the
bottoms became loose.  She placed her hand right on
the swell of my vulva, and rubbed the area.  Her
fingers combed my red pubic hair while she
continued to kiss my mouth with everything she had
including her tongue.  The kissing was as heart
stopping as the feel of her hand on my pussy.

	When Martha slipped a finger into my pussy
she didn't find any resistance.  I had already broken
my hymen with a cucumber, years ago.  After she
finger fucked me for a bit she withdrew her fingers
and smelled them, before she sucked her fingers
clean.  She finger fucked me until I had a strong
cum.

	When I recovered I had to take advantage of
her, and turn her around so that I was in charge of
the action.  I started off kissing her mouth with
tongue, before bending over so that I could suck on
her nipples.  While I was sucking on her tits, I
started finger fucking her pussy.  I also had to smell
my fingers and taste her juices.  After tasting her
juice I went ahead and started licking her cunt.  I
used my fingers to part her labia and look at the
opening of her vagina.  I stuck my tongue into her
cunt and felt the lumps of the opening where her
hymen had been years ago.  I had no idea that I
would enjoy eating pussy so much.

	When we recovered we felt a little sheepish.
We got dressed and went to bed.  Angie only moaned
a little when I pulled back the covers to get in bed
with her.  I spent an hour or more looking at the
clock while reliving what had just taken place.

	In the morning I didn't know how to react to
Martha kissing the two of us, as we made our way to
breakfast.  I was rather quiet.  Angie and I had to
do the dishes afterwards.  While Angie was in the
bathroom brushing her teeth and putting her face
on, Martha and I had a moment to discuss our
relationship.  She told me, "I don't want to upset
Angie, so we should not make a fuss around her, but
I want to get together with you whenever we can."
With that she gave my butt a squeeze.  I kissed her
quickly on the mouth to show that I understood and
agreed.

	From that day on whenever I was visiting them,
Martha and I would steal a kiss and a feel.  There
came a time when Angie was going to spend a
weekend visiting her grandparents, so I made
arrangements to spend the weekend at Angie's, as
far as my mother knew Angie would be there.

	Martha and I made a point to watch Angie off
with her grandparents.  As soon as they were out of
sight, Martha and I retreated into the house.  We
started hugging and kissing as we started making our
way to the bedroom.  We shed each other's clothes
from the living room, down the hall and inside the
bedroom.  As soon as we were naked we headed for
the bed.  I was planning to climb onto the bed on my
hands and knees to crawl around to the head of the
bed, to make room for her.  But as soon as Martha
saw my butt she stopped me, and spread my white
butt.  She sniffed my asshole before she started
smelling and licking my asshole.

	I had never felt anything so exciting.  She
virtually spread my butt open and tongue fucked my
asshole, until I had a strong cum that never seemed
to end.  She flipped me over onto my back and
started finger fucking me again.  I was sopping wet,
before she even started eating my pussy.  I made
her face wet from forehead to chin.  She moved up
my body like a snake licking and sucking on my flesh
as she worked her way up to my breasts.  She
molded them with her hands while sucking on the
nipples.  She ended up kissing me on the lips again.  I
could smell and taste my own juices.  That was
enough to make me cum again.  I was as limp as a rag
after that.  Of course I didn't have to move; Martha
did it all.

	Martha stood up on her bed and turned around,
so that she was facing the foot of the bed.  Then
she squatted down over my head.  I was looking up at
her golden brown body as she covered my face with
her pussy.  The labia major molded over my mouth
and nose like a gas mask.  I was being smothered by
her cunt while she played with my tits.  Just when I
was about to pass out, she leaned over allowing me to
catch my breath while looking up at her chocolate
brown asshole.  She started playing with my pussy
and licking it from the reverse prospective.  I was
probably the happiest girl in town.

	The weekend was a glorious two days of sex.
We didn't even bother putting on clothes.  Even when
we were having meals at the table, we were naked,
just so we could play with each other's breasts and
pussies.  We knew about what time Angie would be
delivered home, so we showered and got dressed.

	There was the usual visit with the
grandparents before they had to return home.  I
was getting interesting looks from Angie.  She
suspected that I had spent the weekend with her
mother, and probably suspected that we had been
doing something sexual.

	She didn't confront us though.  She waited
until we were walking home from school the next
day.  "You spend the weekend with my mother, didn't
you; the two of you were having sex with each
other!"  It was a statement not a question.

	I didn't deny her statement at all.

	'What did you do?"

	That was the first question, and I had to think
about my response.  I loved Angie as much as her
mother, but my feelings for her were not sexual,
where her mother had a strong sexual attraction for
me.  "Angie...you know that I love you?  Don't be mad
at me or your mother for the feelings I have for
your mother!"

	"Tell me what went on?"

	"I think we better wait until we get home and
discuss it with your mother."

	Angie was more than a little peeved with me
for not telling her about what we had done.  She was
silent the rest of the walk to her home.  I went on
home to my house and changed clothes, before doing
my homework.  I announced to my mother that I was
going over to Angie's.

	Martha's car was parked in the driveway, so I
just entered the house like a member of the family.
I found Martha and Angie in a heated conversation.
It was obvious that Angie was mad at her mother
for having sex with me.

	"How could you fuck my girlfriend?  Don't you
love me?" Angie was sobbing while accusing her
mother of not loving her.

	Martha said, "Of course I love you, more than
life itself!  I don't love you any less!  I just happen
to be sexually attracted to Kathy.  I can't help the
feelings I have for her."

	Then they became aware that I was there,
they responded differently.  Angie showed her
resentment for my intrusion.  Martha looked at me
as if I could help her explain our relationship to her
daughter.

	I approached them as they sat on the couch
and sat down next to Angie.  I placed my arm around
her shoulders, but Angie tried to shrug my arm away
from her body.  I had to exert my full strength to
take her into my arms.  I had to physically
overpowered her resistance.  I kissed her tear
stained cheeks.  "Angie I love you as much as your
mother does!  Stop struggling!  I want to explain, it
was not your mother's fault.  I couldn't help myself,
I can't describe what made me so attracted to your
mother!  Neither of us wanted to hurt you!"

	Angie gave up and rested her head on my chest.
That thick satiny dark hair was getting into my
mouth.  Martha rested her hand on Angie's thigh to
comfort her.  There was an electrical feeling of
sexual awakening in me, and I assume in both Angie
and Martha.  I placed a hand on one of Angie's
breasts, and gently squeezed her.  Her breasts were
a little bigger than mine, but nowhere as large as her
mother's.

	I witnessed Martha slide her hand up Angie's
thigh until her hand was resting on Angie's panties.
Angie opened her legs to allow her mother full
access to her pussy, even if she may have been
telling herself that it was wrong.

	I fumbled with her blouse until I had it open
and lifted her bra up to expose her breasts.  I bent
over and started sucking on her nipples.  While I was
doing that Martha had pulled Angie's panties aside
and dipped her fingers into the moist confines of
her pussy.  Minutes later Martha bent over and gave
her daughter a mouth bath that had her daughter
panting and moaning her mother's and my name with
passion.  Before I had to dress and go home Martha,
Angie and I had consummated a loving relationship
that included mutual oral sex between all three of us
that was unbelievable.  We had tongue kissed each
other, sucked each other's breasts, sucked each
other's pussies.  The ultimate demonstration of our
love for each other was licking and tongue fucking
assholes.

	The relationship lasted through our college
years.  Angie and I had even gone to college
together, and insisted on sharing a dorm room
together.  Weekend visits by her mother was an
unbelievable orgy on those small dorm beds.

	Our circle of sexual friends expanded during
our college years to include other students and
college staff and professors.  We were both drama
majors and department tea parties were sure fun.
They were a mix of straight, gay and lesbian
gatherings that lasted all night.

	When I eventually landed a part on a daytime
drama soap-opera I immediately was adopted by a
longtime actress as her lover.  We lived together for
years until she fell in love with another young girl.
Now I'm the cougar seducing young actresses.



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