Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 10:37:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mother's Best Friend (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, hair fetish g/F+)

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal, hair fetish g/F+

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
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               Mother's best Friend
                        By
                       Jan

	My mother's family came from the western wine
country of France, and had originally settled in the
wine country of northern California.  She had been
born in May, so her parents named her May.  I was
born in April, so of course I was named April.

	Both of us could be described in the same terms
as the story of Snow White, skin as white as snow,
and hair as black as a raven's feathers.  We both have
blue eyes.  By the time I was 10-years-old people
often commented how much I looked like Elizabeth
Taylor when she starred in National Velvet.

	Mother didn't have much luck with men.  My
father was a ladies man.  After their divorce he
didn't even try to contact me until I was a teenager.
Mom's second husband was a pedophile that married
her to be able to play with me.  That ended quickly
when Mother caught him playing with my pussy.  The
nicest husband she had turned out to be gay.  As
much as he tried to please Mother he couldn't stop
sucking cocks.

	During all of my mother's trials and tribulations
she had one true friend named Linda Ferguson.  They
were both working for a law firm in Hollywood,
California, when they first met.  They were legal
secretaries and law clerks.  Both of them earned a
modest living.  Lawyers make a lot of money handling
legal matters in Hollywood for theatrical people,
movies and music businesses, but they don't believe in
paying help any more than they have to.

	Linda was always there for support during
divorces, operations and financial setbacks.  I always
thought she was the most beautiful woman in the
world.  She was a blonde with long straight hair that
had 4 or 5 shades of blonde hair.  Her hair reached
her waist.  She normally simply pulled the hair from
the sides of her head up and used a clip to keep the
hair out of her face.  She had green eyes and a light
dusting of freckles across her nose that she covered
up with makeup.  She had a figure to die for.

	It's worth noting at this point that the women in
my mother's family did not shave underarm hair, so
Mother tended to wear blouses and dresses with
sleeves.  Not that having underarm hair embarrassed
her at all.  She just didn't feel it wise to draw
attention to the dark hairs that always protruded out
from the front of her underarms.

	We lived in a small apartment located in western
Los Angeles.  It is a neighborhood that used to be
known as a Jewish community and is known now as
mostly Korean.  Mother saw to it that I got a good
education in a Catholic Parochial school located in the
Hollywood Hills.  We traveled together to and from
work and school on the bus.

	As restrictive as it is socially going to an all-
girls school under the watchful eyes of strict nuns,  I
did learn about masturbation from fellow students.
By the time we were in middle school we were
introduced to social graces by being allowed to have
dances with our counterpart boy's school.  I was
about 9 or 10 the first time I got up enough nerve to
jack off a boy.  But sex bothered me.  I couldn't ask
my mother about such things.

	It was a natural thing for me to ask Linda about
sex.  She was practically like an aunt to me.  She even
bought me my first training bra.  By the time I was a
teenager I had as much body hair as my mother.  I
had to wear blouses and dresses with sleeves too.  I
would never dream of buying thong underwear or
those plunging hip hugger panties, because stray hairs
were always protruding out from under the legs of my
panties.

	Linda was the one that explained to me about
the clitoris.  When I asked why it was located where
it was she told me.  Nature tends to keep things that
work and discard things that don't.  She explained to
me that there are fish like the Sheep's-heads off the
coast of California that are all born female.  As they
get older they change from pinkish to black with a
red strip around their middle and they develop a
large white knot on their head as they change from
female to male.  All animals go through a stage in
their early development that they could be either
sex.

	It doesn't take much imagination to picture how
the urethra migrates up to the clitoris to add mass
and length to become a penis, or the ovaries to move
into the womb and become the external scrotum of a
male.  The reason the clit is located where it is goes
back to our four legged ancestors.

	Animals mount females from behind, and their
scrotum bangs against a female's clit.  That causes
the same effect as the stimuli of the male penis.  So
there is something to be said for being fucked doggie
style.  If they are going to do it missionary style they
should make sure to smash the pelvic bone against our
pelvic bone to stimulate our clit.  There are very few
nerves in the actual vagina.  What she told me made
sense, but also made me wonder what made lesbian
sex so desirable.

	In answer to my question Linda said, Nature
makes no distinction to type of sex.  Humans are the
only creatures on earth that stigmatizes some sexual
behaviors.  The Roman Empire outlawed homosexual
sex, because Roman women feared childbirth so much
they stopped having sex with men.  The church does
the same thing to ensure reproduction, and create a
sin to confess.

	I confessed that an older girl at school had
taught me how to masturbate, and asked if that was
wrong.  Linda assured me that sexual exploration is
perfectly normal.

	I was leading up to asking questions about
lesbians.  Living so close to Hollywood and the gay
community in west-Hollywood was enough to educate
me about gay and lesbian activity, but I was still
confused about my own sexuality.  From the time I
reached puberty, and had to change clothes for
physical education and swimming, my underarm hair
and thick pubic patch made my classmates assume
that I was a lesbian.  It had drawn ridicule from my
classmates and unsolicited attention from girls that
were known lesbians at school.  At the same time I
was not attracted to boys.  In fact I had always been
attracted to Linda.

	When I confessed my feelings for her, she
hugged me tightly against her breasts and kissed my
cheek.  "Honey it is perfectly natural for you to
develop a crush on a friend of your mother, as a
mother figure."

	That hurt me even more than if she had
rejected me.  She was dismissing my feelings as a
childish crush.  I was crying buckets of tears all over
the front of her abundant breasts.  Her holding me
against her breasts and stroking my hair was no
comfort.  I lifted my head and sought out her mouth
to kiss.

	Linda recoiled from the passionate kiss.  She
held me at arms length, "Honey, you don't know what
you're getting into!"

	All I could say was, "I love you!"

	Linda pleaded, "I love you too, but not like that!"

	My face was stained with tears as I pleaded,
"Please love me!"

	Linda gave me a sad look, "You know if we do
this, your mother is going to find out sooner or later.
She will lose all respect for me, and I will lose her
friendship!  Do you want that to happen?"

	I said, "I can't help how I feel about you!" and I
kissed her again.  This time her mouth opened and
allowed me to stick my tongue into her mouth.  We
kissed for several minutes.  I was so thrilled to be
kissing the woman I was in love with.  I fell on her to
take charge of the situation.

	Linda had been hugging me with both arms.  She
moved her right hand from my shoulder to my
budding breast.  It thrilled me to feel her hand on my
breast.  My body quivered uncontrollably while she
felt my tit.  I was emboldened to place my hand of
her large 38-C breast and squeeze it.  When I placed
my hand on her tit, I could feel her nipple poking the
palm of my hand through her dress.  I wanted to see
her breasts so bad that I was almost crying, as I
struggled to free her right breast from her dress.

	It was a simple light summer rayon dress with a
ruffle decoration around the boat neckline.  It was
tight enough that it took some effort to pull her
breast out.  It must have been uncomfortable for
her.

	She sat up straight and reached behind her
back to pull down the zipper and pulled the sleeves
free of both shoulders.  She had on a pinkish nylon
bra that had to come off too.  She unfastened the
bra too and freed both breasts for my inspection.

	I felt both tits, and sucked on the near one,
while playing with the other one.  I would have been
happy to spend the rest of my life playing and sucking
on her tits.  The areolas were a pinkish color and
smaller than mine, but the nipples were larger than
mine.  I sucked them into my mouth and pulled my
head back, stretching them like pulling on the opening
of a balloon.  I only released them when Linda
expressed her discomfort with a pleading moan.

	Linda started removing my school uniform.  I
had removed the school blazer with a crest on the
breast pocket when I had entered her home.  She
was inexperienced with untying a neck tie, so I had to
pull the knot apart for her, and toss it aside.  She
finished unbuttoning my blouse and pulled it out of my
skirt.  I had on a full white slip under the blouse and
a 33-B cup bra.  She pulled the straps off my
shoulders, and unhooked the back of my bra as she
stripped me to the waist.  I would have been
embarrassed by the size of my tits, had Linda not
raved so much about how pretty they were.  I had
large areolas that were almost a mauveish brown
color, and looked like puffy swollen little tits perched
on top of my creamy budding breasts.  They looked
like two toned pears on my chest.  She devoured them
with her mouth and hand.  I was in heavenly bliss.

	There came a time when we had to do something
more.  She placed her right hand on my thigh and ran
her hand up the inside of my thigh.  The good nuns at
school insisted that all of the students wear nude
colored nylon pantyhose.  When her hand reached my
crotch, she found that the crotch of my nylons were
already moist.  She struggled to get her hand under
the waist of the hose and my full panties to touch my
pussy.

	She stroked my pussy slit until I was about to
have an orgasm.  My moaning was enough to tell Linda
that I was about to cum.  She removed her hand from
my panties.

	I grabbed her wrist with both hands, trying to
stuff her hand back in my panties, and pleaded,
"Please Aunt Linda, please don't stop!"

	Linda kissed me, and said, "Don't worry baby,
we're not done by a long shot!"

	She made me stand up in front of her. My knees
were still trembling, making it difficult to stand still.
She pulled my skirt and slip down off of my hips, and
helped me step out of them.  She helped me remove
my white flats, and she was careful not to snag the
nylon pantyhose as she rolled and pulled them down
my legs.  I stepped out of them one leg at a time.
That left me in just my white full panties.

	I couldn't help looking down and being a little
embarrassed by the black hairs sticking out of the
legs of my panties.  Even with the double crotch on
the panties there was a very visible dark shadow
caused by my black pubic hair.  There was even a trail
running up the middle of my body almost to my navel.

	Linda asked, "April, why don't you trim your
pubic hair?"

	I said, "All of the women in my mother's family
came from a part of France, where women take pride
in their pubic hair.  In their part of the world a
woman isn't old enough to mate until she can show the
young men in the community that they have underarm
hair.  The church doesn't approve of pre-marital sex,
but they know that there are very few virgins on
wedding nights.  Mother has never shaved, and won't
even discuss the subject with me.  She doesn't
understand how much I get teased at school about my
pubic hair."

	Linda hugged my waist, and kissed the front of
my panties, before she pulled them down.  She sat
back and admired my crotch.  "I have to admit that I
have never seen as much hair on any pussy before!
Not that I mind.  I have to admit you're not the first
girl I have had sex with!"

	I was both hurt that I was not the first, but
titillated by the knowledge that she was an
experienced lesbian.  I wanted to know all about her
previous loves, but didn't have the nerve to bring the
subject up.

	Linda placed her hands on the inside of my
thighs and indicated that she wanted me to spread
my legs, which I did without complaint.  The way
Linda smelled my pussy reminded me of the way wine
connoisseurs smell a glass of wine.  She must have
approved of the fragrant bouquet of my pussy, the
way she dove in head first.  I thought she was trying
to stick her head up my pussy.  If stimulating a
clitoris was the way women have orgasms she sure
accomplished that goal.  I felt like a river was flowing
from my pussy.  I wasn't even sure if it was cum or
pee.  It was such a strong orgasm that Linda had to
support me, to keep me from crumpling to the floor.
When I recovered I felt a strong urge to do to her
what she had done to me.

	I reached under her arms to lift her to her
feet.  Of course I couldn't have done it without her
helping me.  When she stood up I set about finishing
the removal of her dress.  She even had to help me
pull her dress down over her hips.  She held on to me
with her left hand and her dress with her right hand
as she stepped out of the dress.

	I admired the sight of her curvaceous figure,
and the delicate little low rise pink panties she had
on.  Her body was very fragrant with her choice of
perfume, but her pussy smelled an adult female.  I
found it to be the most erotic aroma I had ever
smelled.  I placed my fingertips in the waistband to
pull them down by the front, because I wanted to see
her pussy.

	I found that her vulva was shaved clean, and
there was not even a trace of stubble.  I assumed she
must have done that this morning before getting
dressed.  I had never been that close to a pussy
before.  I pulled her labia apart and took a good look
at the way her labia minor hooded her clit.  There
was a stiff ridge running up the crack, and that
reminded me of her statement about how easy a clit
could become a cock.  As I pulled her labia minor
apart I got my first look at her vaginal opening.  I
could see where her urethra was located before
reaching the tattered remains of her hymen that
bared the opening of her vagina.  A careful look into
her vagina even allowed me to see her cervix.  I
couldn't believe that little opening could stretch
enough to allow the head and shoulder of a baby to
pass through.

	I guess I spent so much time studying her cunt
that Linda had to take matters into her own hands.
She placed both hands on the back of my head and
pulled my face hard against her pussy.  Mindful of her
admonition that a woman needs stimuli of the clit to
cum, I sucked on her clit like a baby sucks on a tit.  I
never wanted it to end, but Linda couldn't prevent the
eventual orgasm.  She was just as spent as I had
been, she sat down next to me, and we clung to each
other as if we couldn't bear to end the sex.

	Time meant nothing to us.  We kissed
passionately for a long time.  It was even erotic to
smell and taste my pussy juice on her face.  I begged
her to teach me everything about sex.

	Linda stood up and led me by the hand to her
bedroom.  She pulled a strap-on dildo out of her
nightstand, and showed me how hers had a device
that hooked under her crotch to fit into her pussy
and a bump right over her clit, before she strapped it
around her waist.

	She warned me that it would hurt when she
penetrated my hymen.  She told me that the hymen
was not a solid sheet of skin, because when I reached
puberty the monthly period had allow the bloody
lining of my womb to flow out along with the
unfertilized egg, so there were normally multiple
holes in the hymen.  She would do her best to reduce
the pain of my first fucking.

	She placed a towel on the bed, just in case.  She
positioned me with my butt right on the edge of the
bed, so Linda could stand on the floor to fuck me.
Mindful of the fact that she was fucking me in the
missionary position she placed her right thumb right
on my clit while she lined up the head of her latex
dildo with the opening to my pussy.  With a quick
thrust the head ripped through the hymen quickly.  It
hurt badly enough and it took me a short time to get
used to the feeling of my pussy being stretched for
the first time.

	After she was in, there was no stopping her.
She fucked me slowly at first, but as my breathing
and moaning increased she increased the speed of her
pounding my pussy.  She also kept rubbing my clit
hard enough to make me cum quickly.  I almost passed
out from the pleasure I felt.

	When Linda removed the dildo, I looked at it
and saw traces of a watery blood streaks on the
shaft and a crusty ring of dried blood around the
base of the dildo. There was something so special
about being deflowered by the woman I loved, and
knowing that I would never experience the thrill of
being deflowered again.

	Linda unbuckled the harness and pulled the dildo
out of the hole, before she actually licked and sucked
all traces of my blood from the dildo.  She assured
me that it would be even better in the future.  I
could not believe that it could ever be better than
what I had just experienced.  I thought my heart was
going to stop, and them it pounded in my ears like a
bass drum.

	She even bathed me afterwards in warm water
to relax me, and wash away all traces of blood.  She
helped me get dressed and she got dressed before
driving me home.

	I wanted to touch her every minute of the drive
home.  I also felt like everyone could tell that I was
no longer a virgin.  I knew that was foolish, but it was
a feeling I couldn't escape.

	I couldn't wait for our next adventure.  While
Linda and Mother were having lunch together at work
she told her how I had confessed to her that girls
teased me at school during the time changing into
physical education shorts and bathing suits because
of all of the hair under my arms and on my pussy.

	Mother repeated the family argument about the
benefits of pubic hair in their country.  Linda said
that this is southern California, where public nudity is
almost a norm.  Being different from my
contemporaries, can be a traumatic experience.
Mother relented and promised to buy me a Lady
Schick.

	That evening when Mother and I reached our
bus stop, she took me into the neighborhood
pharmacy and bought me a lady razor and everything
I would need to shave my pubic hair off, and
moisturize the skin.  I was thrilled at the prospect of
shedding the unwanted hair.  My mind raced with the
possible options.  Should I use scissors to make the
hairs an even length before shaving off the unwanted
hair? A lot of the girls at school only had a narrow
strip of hair just above their pussy.  Others had little
triangles above their cracks.  Still others shaved all
of it off like Linda.

	When we got home I bathed very carefully
before starting the regiment that would be part of
my routine the rest of my life.

	I quickly shed all of the hair under my arms.
The soapy water quickly had black hairs mixing in the
water.  I sat on the toilet seat to contemplate what
to do with my crotch.  At first I used scissors to cut
all of the hairs to a short quarter inch length.  Then I
started working from my thighs inward.  I kept
checking what it looked like in the mirror.  I tried the
triangle before the strip, but eventually removed
everything, because I wanted to look like Linda.

	It was inevitable that Mother would get
suspicious about the amount of time I was spending
with Linda.  It had never occurred to my mother that
her best friend was a lesbian.  She didn't have the
nerve to confront Linda about her suspicions, and
barely had the nerve to ask me if I was having sex
with Linda.

	My first instinct was to deny everything, but at
the last second I admitted that I was in love with
Linda.

	Mother was shocked to hear that I was in love
with her best friend.  She had never suspected that
her friend liked to have sex with females.  Mother
couldn't understand how her friend could seduce her
daughter.  She had been like a member of the family,
almost all of April's life.  Her first instinct was anger,
after all, how could she betray her trust?  She
stewed over her feelings for a few days.  Even Linda
could feel the tension between them at work.

	Mother barely talked to her at work, and only
about business.  She made excuses to not go to lunch
with Linda.  One afternoon after work they almost
said the same thing at the same time, "We have to
talk!"

	So Mother called me at school on my cellphone
to tell me to not expect her on the bus home that
night.  She didn't tell me why she was staying late,
and I had a feeling that I shouldn't ask.

	Mother and Linda agreed to have a drink at a
local restaurant and cocktail lounge on Sunset
Boulevard.  They deliberately moved to a corner far
away from the other patrons so they could talk
without disturbing the other patrons.

	They ordered their favorite cocktails and
tipped the waitress before they started talking.
Mother confronted Linda about why she had seduced
me.  Linda didn't bother trying to tell Mother that I
had brought up the subject, knowing that would be a
waste of time.  She said, "I had never planned on
anything happening between April and me, honestly
May!"

	Mother was very disturbed.  She was conflicted
thinking her daughter was a lesbian, and as much as
she wanted to blame her friend for seducing her
daughter, she knew that if her daughter didn't want
to be a lesbian she could have rejected Linda's
advances.  She stared, quietly crying.  She hid her
face behind her hands.

	Linda tried to console her.  "I have to admit to
having experimented with lesbian sex when I was
younger, but I have not wanted sex with a woman in
years.  It was as much a surprise to me as it was to
you when our sexual relationship developed."

	Mom asked, "How long has this been going on?"

	Linda told the truth, "It started early during
her freshman year of high school.  She was 14-years-
old at the time."

	Mother did a quick estimation and figured that
we had been having sex with each other for almost a
year.  It was obvious that I enjoyed the sex.  She
finally forgave Linda, because it was obvious that I
knew what I was doing. She even invited Linda to
come to dinner.

	After Mother got used to my relationship with
Linda she even didn't get upset when we kissed in
front of her.

	The biggest change for me, after accepting my
sexual orientation was that I became aware of the
number of girls and women that were actually flirting
with me.  If I blushed they knew that I had caught
onto the meaning of their flirtation.  Some even were
bold enough to touch me in a sexual manner on my
thigh, breasts, butt or crotch.  I was in love with
Linda, and resisted acting on the advances of
classmates or adult women.

	I had read stories about nuns seducing girls, but
none of my teachers had ever hinted that they were
interested in sex.  I can't say the same for a couple
of lay teachers.  I was looking for a specific book
dealing with lesbianism.  Suddenly I felt the presence
of someone standing behind me.  It was the school
librarian, an older woman.  She looked like everyone's
sweet little old grandmother.  She was a silver-
haired, round faced be-speckled, short woman with
huge baggy tits, she was always dressed in very
conservative clothes and comfortable shoes with
knee high nylons.

	She could see my disappointment that the title
I was looking for was not there.  She knew very well
that the word about the book had spread through the
school, because so many girls had been looking for it.
She placed a hand on my shoulder and took the book I
was looking for off of the cart she used to transport
books to be restocked on the shelves.

	She suggested that I might like to read it in
the back room with the periodicals.

	How could I refuse?

	She showed me a little table and chair in the
back room among the stacks of magazines and
newspapers.  It had a cluttered look but she knew
right where to look for anything.  I sat down to read
about lesbianism.  I was so engrossed in the subject
that I lost track of the time.  There were no windows
in the room, so the only light was from the light
fixtures, and most of that was subdued to reduce the
fading and yellowing of the paper.  There was a
reading lamp attached to the little table.

	When the door opened and the librarian
entered, she said, "Honey, I forgot that you were
back here.  School is out and I have already locked
the door.  If you have to be someplace, you're late."

	I quickly looked at my wristwatch, and realized
that I had missed my usual bus.  I quickly took out my
cellphone and speed dialed Mom.  I apologized for
missing the bus and told her I had been reading in
the school library and lost track of the time.  Mother
was concerned about me riding the bus by myself late
at night.  She didn't feel it was safe.  I assured her
that I would probably finish reading the book if the
librarian would allow me.

	The librarian was standing there close enough
for me to smell her lavender perfume.  She smiled
and assured me that she had hours of work to do
before she would get to go home, in fact she offered
to drive me home.  Mother was thrilled that I was
going to get a ride home from the school librarian.

	As soon as I closed my phone the librarian
placed her hand on my arm.  I knew what she wanted,
and figured that it might be fun to find out what sex
with an older woman would be like, so I kissed her on
the cheek, just in case I misunderstood her motives.

	As soon as I kissed her the librarian took me in
her arms and kissed me on the mouth.  There was no
doubt what she wanted.  I showed my approval by
placing my hand on one of her massive breasts.  It
was soft and very yielding under my fingers.  It was
obvious that she didn't wear a bra.  I guess she didn't
bother because I had seen the price of those G sized
bras in the lingerie section of department stores.

	I was backed up against the little table and was
lowered down on top of it.  I helped her to open my
school blouse and pull my tits out over the top of my
slip and bra.  By that time my breasts were a
respectable 36-C size.  While the librarian was
playing with my tits I slipped off my panties.  She
was thrilled to see my creamy white shaved pubis.
She ate my pussy until I let her know she had
achieved her goal of making me cum.

	I backed her up until she had to sit down on a
stack of old newspapers.  I clawed at the buttons on
the front of her dress, and just as I had suspected
there was nothing covering her tits underneath her
dress.  I was thrilled to play with and mold her big
flabby tits.  Sucking on her nipples was thrilling.  I
pulled up the skirt of her dress to expose her thick
thighs encased in baggy panties.  The aroma of her
damp panties was very strong.  I saw the discolored
crotch of her panties, and felt just how wet she was.

	When I pulled down her panties to expose her
crotch, I noticed that she had very little pubic hair
on her vulva.  I assumed that her chubby thighs
rubbing against her crotch had something to do with
the loss of pubic hair.  Her swollen labia completely
hid her labia minor and her clit.  The lining of her
vagina was coated with her slimy juice.  When I ate
her pussy I could feel the slimy juice sliding down my
throat.

	She surprised me by screaming out a barrage of
the filthiest accolades I had ever heard.  It sounded
so out of character for such a sweet looking little old
woman to talk like that.  Until that day I had always
thought she was one of those religious types that
would blush if anyone said a dirty word.

We straightened up our clothes and she escorted me
to her car, after checking to make sure the library
doors were locked.  She followed my directions to my
home.  She was pleased because our home was not
that far from her home.  She even walked me to the
door to meet my mother.

	Mother must have had the same impression of
her as I had assumed before knowing her.  The
librarian assured my mother that she would be happy
to drive me home any time I had to stay late at
school.  Mother thanked her profusely and invited her
in for tea.  Mother was very pleased with the
librarian's offer.

	I began spending a lot of time studying in the
library.  The Liberian introduced me to a number of
students that loved pussy.  Some of them had been
the ones that had flirted with me during those days
that I had been teased about the amount of pubic
hair I had sported.  We had some interesting parties
in the back room.

	By the time I graduated from high school and
was accepted into UCLA for the fall, Mother had
grown accustomed to Linda and I openly showing
affection for each other, and Linda sleeping in bed
with me.  I'm sure she heard the sounds of us making
love to each other.  She never mentioned it though.



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