Date: Sun, 08 Jan 2006 19:20:28 +0000
From: susan k <suzie_xx@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: My Friend, Mum

This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts between a young
teenage girl (15- 16) and other girls and women including her mother. If
such subjects may offend you, or if you are underage to read such material
where you are, then do not read any further!

The usual copyright rules apply in that copyright remains with the author
and permission must be obtained if you wish to re-post the story in any
medium. (contact suzie_xx@hotmail.co.uk)


My Friend, Mum -- By Suzie XX


Chapter 1 -- The Day I Found Out About Mum


My dear Angela,

Yes it's me, Cherry, but please don't rip this letter up until you have
read it. I know you are angry but please let me explain. I am so sorry you
learned of my sexual relationship with my Mum that way and I know that as a
policewoman you were worried about the possibilities that she corrupted a
minor girl. I told you that it didn't happen that way at all and although
it's probably too late to save your relationship with me I want to put the
record straight and at least I can make sure you know the truth. I have
started this tale quite a few times and each time I realise I have to go
back in time a little further so that it makes chronological sense. This
time I'm not going to take any chances, I'll go right back to my
conception!

I'm not sure that it has anything to do with what happened but it will
explain why we are not short of money! It seems my Mum was a bit of a
groupie at 15 and one of our pop stars of the time took advantage of her
enthusiasm by filling her body with me. To give him his due he left Mum
well provided for, financially, although his benevolence didn't stretch to
giving her any more of his time. No, that's not strictly true; I remember
seeing him twice when I was young.

Once was at a zoo somewhere, where he gave us a full half day, albeit with
him disguised, and I remember him giving Mum a wad of notes which she
stuffed into her handbag. The other was when I was about 8, and I think his
career was over then, but he told me he'd established a trust fund for me
so I'd not want for money when I grew up.  Anyway I'm not going to say his
name, and as he doesn't really play any part except maybe for putting my
Mum off men, I won't mention him again. I had always had a warm and close
relationship with my Mum; she was an affectionate woman who always cuddled
me a lot. Every evening when I was growing up I would sit on her lap to
watch TV and could talk to her about everything. She helped me through
those difficult puberty years and we loved each other to bits.

Let's move on a couple of years to when I'm about 10. Mum had never had
many friends of either sex that I was aware of, just a few girls at work
she socialised with now and then. Now, however, she had another set of
friends that she would have evenings with, and either coming home worse for
wear or, if I had a sitter, she would stay over with the friends. I wasn't
angry that she had a new lot of friends, just the opposite, I was glad she
had new mates. Over the next few years some of the friends would stop at
our place after a night out, although I rarely saw them. They would come in
after I was in bed and I would just hear giggling or shushing and they
would be gone when I woke up.  There were never any men though, and I have
to admit I wondered, even at that innocent age, if Mum and her friends were
sexually involved, but beat myself up for daring to think like that.

It was after one of these `nights out', when I was just 15 that these vague
suspicions surfaced once more. When some of the friends kipped down at our
place there were usually only 2 or 3 of them but on this occasion there
were 4. Before she went out Mum was turning out the airing cupboard,
wardrobes and suitcases. I had tried to ignore all the activity but when
she came into my room looking around I asked her what on earth she was
looking for (before she started going through my cupboards!)

"The sleeping bag", she said, "I know we used to have one"

"We chucked that out years ago", I told her, "It got burned remember? Why?"

"Bugger! I've got 4 friends staying tonight and I was counting on that. One
can stay in my bed, two on the settees and the other will just have to
sleep on the floor".

"Why can't she sleep in my bed?" I offered, "I have a double bed too don't
I"

She wasn't too keen on that, didn't want to disturb my beauty sleep (ha!),
but I said I really didn't mind and nothing would disturb me when I was
asleep.  Eventually she agreed, thanking me for the offer, and then leaving
for her fun evening. I wanted to stay awake to catch a glimpse of one of
these friends of my mothers, who up to then I had only heard briefly, but I
had dozed off when they eventually arrived back.  However, I woke again
when my door opened and the light streamed through. My Mum came in with
another woman. She was silhouetted against the light but looked slim. I
pretended to be asleep, squinting through nearly closed eyes. Mum was
showing her which side to get in then kissed the woman's cheek and went
out. Once again the room was quite dark but by the light of street lighting
I watched as she stripped off her clothes and I shut my eyes fully as she
lifted the duvet and snuggled into my bed.

I was `sleeping' almost in the middle of the bed, half turned on my back
but with my arm across my body and over her side, by design (he he) as I
wanted to find out if she liked having a girl close to her. She lifted my
arm gently to get in and replaced it across her tummy. I was wearing a baby
doll nightie and cotton panties but she was naked. She turned on her side
after a few minutes, facing me, and I could smell alcohol and minty
toothpaste on her breath. My arm was resting on her waist now and she laid
one arm over me too. Her arm felt cold but she soon warmed up a bit. We lay
like that for quite a while and I was beginning to think I was wrong about
the girls. I decided to push it a little more and turned over in my `sleep'
so that I too was on my side, now with one knee draped over hers and my
face close to hers.

She didn't try to push me back away from her or turn over herself, but with
her hand she moved my knee further onto her legs. She gently pulled me even
closer with the hand resting on my back and now our boobs were squashing
together. I said Mmmmmm to show her it was pleasant for me and I was now
pretty sure she was into girls. Her hand was sliding up and down the back
of my nightie and I suspected the flimsy material was getting higher all
the time. Her hand was now sliding down on to my panty-covered bottom. I
had planned to `wake up' before it got this far and apologise for sleeping
too far over, and then turn my back to her, but it felt nice and I wanted
to see where it would go.

She pulled my bottom, drawing me even closer. She also lifted my other leg
between hers and moved it so that my thigh was pressing on her pussy and
her thigh was similarly against the crotch of my panties. We were pressed
against each other but she made no attempt to touch me with her hands. I
was expecting her to try to fondle my breasts but she just rocked the lower
part of her body gently. Our thighs slid against our vulvas. I could feel
it pulling first one way, then the other against my clit and slowly but
surely I could feel an orgasm building. Her own pussy became increasingly
wet leaving a slippery trail on my thigh. The thought of this other woman
reaching the height of her pleasure using my skin was too erotic and my
orgasm hit. I only moaned a little but she knew.  "Just let it go sweetie,
you'll feel so much better" she whispered. And let it go I did. I'd had
orgasms before by my own hands but this one lasted longer and was more
intense.  She was still moving against me and was trembling and
panting. God she was having one too!

The movement stopped. Any pretence at sleep had gone and we looked at each
others eyes. In the pale light of the streetlamp her eyes were watery like
mine and we were both breathing hard despite hardly any effort on my
part. The woman whispered again "Listen sweetie your Mum made it very clear
I was to keep my hands right off you so best you don't say anything, yeah?"

"Didn't feel any hands" I whispered back smiling. I kissed her forehead
briefly, and then I untangled my legs from hers and turned over, this time
sleeping without any feigning.


Chapter 2 -- My Seduction Commences

In the morning she had gone, the others too, but it was after ten o'clock
so I had slept in longer than usual. I had a smirk as I thought why that
might be. My Mum had a distinct spring in her step too despite the drinking
last night. I wanted to talk about what had happened to me but couldn't
think of a way without dropping her friend right in it.

I decided that I couldn't bring up the subject directly with Mum but I was
pretty sure that she preferred girls to men, if indeed she was not an
actual lesbian. After last night I wasn't too sure about my own sexuality
either. I hadn't given it too much thought in the past but probably assumed
I would meet guys and go into relationships, eventually marry etc. etc. We
had been told in sex education at school some years ago that it is very
common to find your initial attractions to be for the same sex but that
this was just a way of exploring yourself and would mature in most cases to
attractions for the opposite sex.

I have a very good friend Jackie at school that I loved the look of,
admired and was probably attracted to in some ways but I had tried to keep
such feelings bottled up, assuming them to be one of those immature same
sex attractions. We had even kissed a couple of times under the guise of
practicing techniques and I remember this had us both saying phew after and
feeling a little embarrassed. But last night was a little different. I
hadn't felt any attraction, indeed hadn't even seen her face clearly and
yet had a same-sex experience that was pure lesbian stuff.

I looked at my Mum in a new light that morning, more as a lover would see
her rather than a daughter and I realized she was a beautiful woman. Her
figure was shapely, nice natural boobs, flat tummy and nice ass and
legs. Although she was 32 she could pass easily as 28 or younger. Her lips
were full and very kissable and I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to
really kiss her! My god I am a lesbian! Seriously I was seeing a beautiful
woman instead of Mum for the first time. I realized I just couldn't come
out and say anything but there and then I formed a little plan to become
more than just a daughter and friend, but to try to tempt her into seeing
me as a potential lover.  This wasn't going to happen overnight I knew,
probably would take months, but I started my grand seduction scheme that
very night.

It had been a little while since I had sat on her lap, I guess I thought I
was getting too big for that, but we still snuggled up most nights. That
evening though I plonked myself on her lap and put my arm round her neck.

"Wow, I'm honoured tonight," she remarked, "Does my baby want a cuddle?"

"Yes, hope I'm not too heavy. Chuck me off if I am."

"No you're fine, it's nice, just like the old days. So what brought this
on?"

I told her I just felt very close to her and was a little jealous of
someone else being in her bed last night, but I laughed to show I was only
joking. She laughed too and said that she'd rather cuddle me any day.

"Ohh," I said with a feigned hurt look, "so you did cuddle her!"

"Ooo I didn't say that, you're putting words in my mouth."

I laughed again and said I was only teasing her. I added that I didn't mind
if she did have a cuddle with her friend, she deserved some loving. Mum
frowned a bit and looked at me as if she wasn't sure what it was I was
saying. I decided that I'd pushed it enough for one day and changed the
subject, talking about the news on TV that we were watching.

Over the next few evenings I made a point of re-establishing the practice
of sitting on her legs for a cuddle but nothing much was said. It was
Wednesday when she asked if I was OK about sharing my bed with her friend
the other day.

"Yes, of course, she was no trouble and was gone before I woke up" I said,
"and it's OK if you wanted to do it again. As long as it was only a woman,
wouldn't want a man there!"

"Thank you darling. That was very sweet and of course I wouldn't bring a
man to stay. In a year or so you'd probably prefer it if I did though!"

"Oh yeucchh, no thanks, horrible hairy things, I can't imagine cuddling
one!"

Again she gave me that quizzical look so again I dropped the topic and
talked about school. I was pleased I was sowing the seeds in her mind
little by little without pushing it too hard. Maybe she thought I was
hinting that I had cuddled her friend, but it was too early for such a
direct approach. More days went by and it was Saturday before anything else
was said. I had been over my friend's house playing on her PlayStation.  I
wasn't late home and changed in to my nightie and made a hot chocolate as
usual. "Don't I get a cuddle tonight?" Mum asked. I put my mug down and
said of course and lay over her lap as had become our habit again.

I decided to take a new tack in my seduction to try to get her focussed on
my breasts.  "Jackie's breasts seem to be getting bigger every time I see
them," I said with a sad expression, "but mine seem to be stuck in a B cup!
When will I get big like you and her?"

"Hey, a B is fine for your age; I don't think mine were even that big at
your age. And I'm only in a C now! Jackie will probably end up with huge
boobs that will sag in a few years. Best not be too big just now."

Actually I wasn't worried about my size at all, the girls with bigger
chests were not enjoying their games period much at school, struggling to
keep them under control when they ran. But I kept my sad face on and lifted
my left boob up with my free hand saying see how tiny it is. My Mum looked
at what I was doing but didn't say anything. I took her hand and put it on
my tit. "See? There's hardly a handful there. What man is going to be
attracted to them?"

"Rubbish," she said, "they feel lovely. Any boy would love this believe
me."  She was still cupping my boob and squeezed it a little. She seemed to
be drifting into a trance, running her thumb back and forth over my nipple,
then suddenly opened her eyes wide and let go. "Y-yes they're lovely" she
stammered, a little red-faced.

I cuddled her close and said "Don't worry, that felt nice, I liked the way
you touched it."  She still looked a bit shocked so I carried on "Mum its
OK, we're girls together so we needn't be embarrassed, look I'll touch
yours then we're even, OK?" I didn't give her a chance to answer, just
reached across with my left hand and cupped her right breast through her
nightie. I fondled it for a good 30 seconds and she didn't say anything or
try to stop me. I let go and said "See? We should be able to touch each
other without feeling guilty shouldn't we? I've actually wanted to touch
them for the past week for some reason. They are so soft and inviting"

"Well now you come to mention it" she said at last, "I've been noticing a
change in you ever since my friend stayed last week, are you sure she
didn't ...do...anything to sort of ...upset you?"

"No, not upset, but something did happen" Shit what am I doing, I thought,
I cant tell her the truth, "I woke up in the night and I was cuddled
against her, I must have thought it was you and it felt lovely. But then it
suddenly dawned on me who she was and I turned over. She was sound asleep I
think and probably knew nothing about it." OK it wasn't quite the truth but
went as far as I dared for now.

"When you say it felt nice, what do you mean?" asked Mum.

"Well our breasts were sort of squashed together and I could feel her pussy
against my thigh. It felt warm and damp and I felt really, you know, horny,
so I turned over in a hurry." I was wondering if I had pushed it too far,
but in for a penny...  "I looked at your breasts in the morning and
suddenly they looked so good I wanted to touch them."

"Oh my poor baby," she said eventually, "I knew something was on your mind.
You needn't worry, you can touch them any time you want, as you say we are
girls together and shouldn't be embarrassed."

I smiled at her and said "Thanks Mum, and you can touch me too if you
want."  We snuggled closer still and kissed each others cheeks. This was
going far better and faster than I had thought possible. After just a week
we were able to touch each others' breasts.  And we wasted no time in
putting this new freedom to work. My hand returned to cup her boob,
squeezing it towards the nipple and then cupping it again. After a while I
felt her fingers teasing my nipples again. After a while she said it was
time we were both in bed and reluctantly I got up. My panties felt like
they had a big wet patch and once in bed I masturbated hard to an
orgasm. This was getting to me. I was really fancying my own mother, how
sick is that?

Part of me was saying stop this you silly bitch, you don't have a clue
where this is going.  But I knew I couldn't stop, it was too exciting, too
erotic and I knew it was already too late. Our relationship was no longer
mother-daughter; in fact I think it had always been something more.

Chapter 3 -- My Mother Becomes My Lover

Our cuddles were warmer, no more TV watching, just laying together in that
special hour before bed. She knew, yes she had to know. I know she didn't
want to go down this path, I think she had been resisting stepping on it
for a long time and here I was slowly holding her hand and leading her
along it and she couldn't resist it any longer but was still not making any
moves herself. Evening after evening we sat there touching each others
breasts, stroking our fingers in each others hair, kissing each others
faces. All the things we had done and accepted we could do, but no
more. And yet we both wanted to, but she waited for me to lead her a little
way further down the path.

Then one evening I was ready to take another step. After laying there with
my nightie open feeling her gently moulding my boobs and exciting my
nipples, I whispered how wet this was making me, was always making me. She
whispered back that it had the same affect on her. I opened my legs a
little and she looked between them seeing the wetness on my pink panties. I
took her hand and placed it to the dampness and moved her fingers up and
down knowing she was feeling my labia. She moved my bottom off her lap and
drew one of my hands under her night dress, up the inside of her thighs,
parting her legs all the time. "Feel my wetness too baby" she said and my
fingers were exploring her pussy lips through the wet material.

The next step on the path had been taken and we explored each others secret
parts. The next evening we both had the same idea of leaving off our
underwear and our fingers sought out the parts we knew we would find. The
barrier to our genital area had been lifted and we moved our hands in each
others vulva and vaginas, stimulated each others clits till we shuddered in
our orgasmic delights, our lips kissing passionately now, tongues
exploring, twining until our bodies calmed down from the heights and we
just lay together hands resting on the others pussy.

There could be no going back now. We were lovers. I didn't know whether I
would go to her bed tonight, or she mine, but it didn't matter as I knew we
would probably share a bed from now on. I was wrong though. She led me up
to my own bedroom, holding hands, but after kissing me on my lips she said
goodnight and went to her own room, leaving me a little confused.

In the morning she got me up for school as usual, gave me my breakfast and
stood facing away from me at the sink, gazing out of the window. I took my
empty dish to her and I could see tears on her face. I put my arm round her
and asked why she was crying.

"I'm so sorry my love," she whispered "it was so wrong of me what we did
last night, I'm a terrible mother."

"Don't be silly Mum, it was beautiful and was what I wanted to happen.
You're the best Mum in the world and a very special friend now too."

"It's all wrong though, baby, and I'm sure quite illegal as well as
immoral.  If anyone finds out I'd probably go to jail, or at least you'd be
taken into care. We have to forget what happened."

Now it was me that was crying. "Mum, you know we can't forget it. No-one
will ever know I promise but we are lovers and I love you more than ever."
I pulled her close and kissed her passionately and she relaxed in my arms
and returned the kiss.  After a minute or so she pulled apart and we looked
deep into each others eyes, with unmistakable love.

"You little minx," she said smiling, "you are going to make yourself wet if
you're not careful." I told her it was too late and we both laughed. She
handed me some tissues and we both dried ourselves. "You'd better put a
panty liner in, and I'll have to do the same!  Let's talk about it
tonight,"

I could think about nothing else all day and it was terribly hard to
concentrate on my homework. In the evening we had a long chat and I learned
lots of new things about my Mum. She had always suspected she was only
attracted to girls but pretended to her mates that she was into boys. That
how she ended up with those mates in the lobby of a hotel where the pop
group was staying. The group's entourage noticed them and they were invited
up to meet the band. When the lads came onto them she was scared to be the
one to back away and ended up losing her virginity to the lead singer. The
baby followed and the singer was her first and last male lover.

She had a long running thing with a girl at work but never felt comfortable
bringing her back, but it was through this girlfriend that she got in with
the current group of lesbian, or at least bisexual, women. She admitted she
has been besotted by me as a female ever since my periods started, which
was when she started seeing me as a girl rather than a daughter, but she
always meant to keep these feelings well hidden. Of course it was me who
let the genie out the bottle and now she feels really guilty. I told her
that I was fairly sure now that I too was only attracted to women and I
told her the truth about when her friend stayed in my bed and how I had
made up my mind to seduce my own Mum.  I told her how I loved her and saw
her as a lover as well as a mother.

Anyway we kissed again and slowly took off all of the others clothes till
we were naked.  We kissed each other then she kissed my neck and my
nipples, my excitement rising all the time. Her lips kissed my sensitive
tummy, working her tongue into my navel. She kissed over my pubic mound,
stroking the furry triangle with her fingers. I could hardly believe it
when she prised my legs open and kissed into the sensitive depression. She
was actually going to kiss me ...there!!! She paused at my clit sucking the
hood into her mouth and nibbling at the love button inside, sending me
crashing into the first orgasm.

Her journey wasn't over though, her kissing continuing over my vulva,
tickling my peehole with her tongue before letting it play into my vaginal
opening which was oozing its sweet secretions. She sucked and licked at the
tender flesh around the opening and raked her tongue just inside to where
my hymen maintained its silent guard over my virginity. Her fingers played
around the puffy folds surrounding my clit and another orgasm washed its
way through my lower body. Her assault on my senses was continuous, again
and again pulling delicious cums from my unresisting genital region. I was
in real danger of passing out and eventually had to pull my mother's head
from between my legs!

I pulled her lips to mine smelling the familiar fragrance of my vaginal
juices on her face.  Many times I've lifted my fingers to my nose when
covered in my lubrication and sniffed deeply before tasting them in my
mouth. I do hope you're not pulling a face at this Angela, I know my friend
Jackie does this too because she asked me once if I did. So if we are a
representative sample then maybe most girls do.

I wanted to please my Mum in the same way she had me, and copied her slow
journey down her body. "Baby you don't have to do this," she said softly,
"Leave it till you feel ready".

I smiled up at her concerned look, "Oh yes Mum I'm so, so ready." My kisses
left a glistening trail down her body to her mound of Venus. I smiled to
see the way she had trimmed a chevron in her pubes, looking like an arrow
pointing the way to her hidden delights. As my tongue reached her clit she
pressed the back of my head, forcing me hard into the little bud and I
sucked and tongued her until I felt her shudder violently. She released the
pressure on my head allowing me to continue my oral exploration. Her pussy
was oozing copious amounts of fluid and with my tongue I gathered as much
as I could while rubbing her clit area against the pubic bone. I returned
my mouth to her clit while feeling inside her with two very wet fingers. Of
course, this was no virgin, her vagina opening easily allowing me to slide
3 then 4 fingers of my hand inside her while using my mouth or the fingers
of the other hand to keep up the excitement provided to her clit.  A
massive orgasm hit as she thrashed her vulva against my face. Her
secretions ran warmly over my hand.

Chapter 4 -- More Experiences While a Virgin

It surprised me how easily we adapted to our new relationship. I thought it
would cause enormous emotional problems to make a transition between a
mother-daughter relationship and being lovers but not for the first time in
this I had been proved wrong.  The new dimension just bolted on top of the
existing one, enabling us to function in normal family mode throughout the
day and switch to lovers when I sat down with her in the evenings. We were
able to carry on in this fashion for many months without difficulties. We
didn't make love every night of course, sometimes we would just cuddle and
other times we would be screwing for hours. Of course we both had the usual
feminine interruptions, although that didn't always stop us its true.

There was a hurdle preventing me from enjoying our lovemaking fully. My
damn virginity! Mum had several really inviting sex toys but the only one
of much use was a small vibrator which I loved being played around my
clit. There were several cock shaped dildos including one that fitted into
a harness to look like an erection on a girl!  This could be worn to
simulate the part a man would play in sex. I pleaded with Mum to take my
virginity with one of the toys but she was reluctant to go that far in case
I met a boy who expected purity!!! As if!

Finally I bullied her into promising me that she would make me a complete
woman on my 16th birthday if I still wanted her to. It was still months
away in the New Year and I still had to get through Christmas a virgin. I
thought about getting myself a boyfriend and letting him pop my cherry but
I really wanted Mum to be the first. Several things happened during my 16th
year before my de-flowering was due.

The first was that some of Mum's friends once again stayed after one of
their girls' nights out. Mum had been on several since but had stayed out
all night. I knew now that her nights were spent in sexual pleasure with
one of the friends. I was just a little jealous but reasoned that I could
never be anything more than a secret lover so I shouldn't get possessive
over Mum. This particular night I asked if one would be staying in my bed.

"Do you want one to sleep with you?" she asked. "I'm sure they would form a
queue if they knew that!"

I smiled at the thought. "One will be quite enough I'm sure. Maybe the same
one who stayed with me last time? But don't tell her to keep her hands off
me this time!"

Indeed it was the same lady. This time I stayed awake till they all
returned and Mum introduced them. They were all around Mum's age, early
30's, and all slim and attractive.  Although I hadn't got a good look at
her face last time I recognised her straight away as she was
introduced. Her name was Lindsey and it must have been her hair, her voice
or fragrance, I don't know, but I was sure.

After we had all had a hot drink she sat next to me and whispered "I hear
you want me to share your bed again, I enjoyed our cuddle last time."

In answer I took her hand and led her into my room saying goodnight all
feeling the stares behind me. I think Lindsey was worried what Mum would
think but once I explained that she knew and didn't mind she relaxed and we
kissed and undressed each other. She was great; our lovemaking went on into
the night, taking turns in bringing each other pleasure. The taste of her
pussy was stronger than Mum but sweet and tangy. My Mum's tasted just like
my own juices and I had rather thought all women would be the same. I was
in no doubt now that my preference was for girls. I had no attraction at
all to the boys in my class at school yet I could quite easily fancy quite
a few of my female classmates. Jackie, in particular, was getting my juices
flowing on a regular basis, and that was the second thing that happened
before I was 16.

Jax had asked me if I would sleep over at her house when her parents went
away for a weekend. Mum asked, "Isn't that the girl you fancy at school?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure she likes me in the same way."

"Well, my love, perhaps this is your chance to find out. Be careful though;
don't go in with both feet, just edge the conversation down that path and
see how she reacts. Always leave yourself a way of backtracking if she
doesn't bite, you don't want to lose the friendship or spook her."

This seemed sound advice and all the way over to Jackie's house I thought
through some ways I could channel the conversation. As it happens she
proved only too willing to `bite' as Mum put it! We had great fun making a
giant pizza and a little less fun getting the burnt cheese off the inside
of the oven! We settled down to watch a DVD her Mum had bought but after
the first half hour we decided it was boring and Jax said hold on and raced
upstairs. She came back a minute later with another DVD from her dad's
study.

"Don't you ever tell anyone about this will you" she demanded "I'm not
supposed to know about these."

"Why? What is it?" She handed it to me and I saw exactly why! The sleeve
described it as a hardcore sexy romp with bored housewives and the pictures
left nothing to the imagination. The `romps' seemed to include housewives
with well-endowed handymen and pool cleaners as well as a gorgeous female
lingerie salesperson. The latter one looked particularly exciting and I
urged Jax to play the disc.

The film was very explicit but I found much of it disappointing. Yes there
was sex aplenty and it was shown in great close-up and at the end of each
feature the man would cum over the girls face or body, always finishing
himself by hand. It struck me as weird after all the sucking and fucking
for 20 minutes or so he would have to cum by his own hand, it didn't seem
to say a lot for the girls' ability. And the story lines were paper thin,
taking about a minute from the handyman's arrival to the start of the sex.
Maybe the whole thing was aimed at a man's requirements for visual sex but
probably a girl's requirements are for more of a story involving greater
emphasis on the seduction.

However I was getting a little turned on and Jackie obviously loved it,
unconsciously fondling her right nipple through her tee-shirt. Maybe I was
less interested because it was all about men with the girls and I could
just see all the faults, and technically there were big faults. The girls
kept looking at the camera which annoyed me and I wanted to scream at them
to concentrate on the action. Also you could hear the occasional prompt
from the director (`move your hair aside so we can see your tongue', `lift
your knees' etc.) and you could often see the shadows of the cameraman and
even once I saw his reflection in a mirror. It all seemed very amateurish
and distracted from any belief in the stories.

The last section was the one I was waiting for and despite the continuing
technical blunders the storyline was a bit stronger. The housewife tried on
several items of lingerie before the sales girl's compliments led to some
lesbian kissing and manual/oral sex leading to the sales girl producing
various sex toys that were put to good use. Jax was even more turned on
with this story and her face was flushed and her hand was pressed into the
crotch of her shorts and began the move it around. I followed her example
and edged my hand up under my short skirt onto my knickers making it
obvious I was rubbing myself.

I saw out the corner of my eye that she was looking at what I was doing
although I pretended to be concentrating on the TV. I realised I was doing
what I always seemed to, that is provoking a course of action but letting
the other person think that they were making the running. In this case I
knew she was excited more by what I was doing than the film but I wanted
her to make the next move. I didn't have to wait long!

"Looks like this is making you horny too" she said.

I pretended to just realise what I was doing. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Jax,
hope I didn't embarrass you."

"God no, I've been touching myself too for some time and I've got quite wet
I think."

"Yes me too. Well you'd better take your shorts off then before they get
wet and smelly."  She smiled and said it's probably too late, indicating a
damp place where her fingers had been. She stood up and yanked them down
anyway and I was amused to see a pair of cartoon character panties.

"Oh yes, very mature I must say!" I mocked. She did a quick pose,
displaying a large wet oval between her legs. "God you horny little cow,
you're soaked!" I exclaimed.

"Oh and I suppose you are dry as a bone!"

"Well, not quite" I answered pulling up my skirt to reveal a similar state.
"That last story of the two women was quite a turn on for some reason."

"Yes that was easily the best; the others were a bit naff." She sat down
again but much closer to me now and our legs were touching as we resumed
our hand activities.

By now the two women were locked in a 69 with their faces buried in each
others pussy and by the exaggerated noises they were making (which had
surely been dubbed on afterwards) it sounded as though they were both
having massive orgasms. They had another snog before the DVD came to an
abrupt end. We were both openly masturbating through our saturated panties
now and were hardly watching the screen now, preferring to look at each
other. I had pulled my skirt to my waist so that she could watch my
administrations and I now pushed the panties to one side so I could touch
myself properly. She visibly shuddered seeing my wet pussy now in all its
glory, and she promptly did the same. We watched fascinated as we both
stimulated our clits and made no secret of being interested in what the
other was doing.

"Shall we get naked?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes. After all there's
only us girls here."

I nodded and said "that's a great idea", enforcing the fact this was HER
idea. We quickly discarded our clothes and sat back down, this time making
sure my right arm was round her shoulder and that our bodies were as close
as possible. Her right hand immediately went back to her vulva and with my
left hand I stroked at my breast pulling the nipple out each time. With my
hand on her right shoulder I pulled her closer so that our faces were only
inches apart as we looked into each others eyes. Up to now I had played a
very submissive role, ensuring that she made the running but now I
expedited things by placing my hand over hers circling her clit and
followed its motion. She got the message straight away, withdrawing her
hand leaving mine doing just what hers had been, and she brought her hand
up to cradle my face as she brought her mouth slowly towards mine.

There was no doubt at all now that we were going to have a mutual sexual
experience and our lips touched softly at first with gently kissing sounds
and repeating this many times before opening our lips and locking
together. I can't remember whose tongue ventured out first, maybe it was at
the same time, but soon we were having a passionate French kiss and at the
same time her right hand fell to my pussy, expertly guiding me towards an
orgasm by a firm circular motion round my love button.

>From the way her hips were pushing her engorged pussy onto my hand I
guessed she was very near too. Unlike the women on the DVD the climaxes
were not ear shattering but she pulled her head back away from mine and was
panting hard before a long low moan issued from her throat. I think it was
the knowledge that I was making this friend cum that brought my own orgasm
crashing in on me as I rubbed against her fingers that had stopped while
she was in the throes of hers. I lay back with the exhaustion of the sheer
intensity of it all and my arm around her shoulder pulled her on top of me
with us both breathing hard. Our bodies seemed to meld into a single entity
as we lay there and our mouths once again met, not in an urgent kissing as
before, but in a long, tender, loving coming together of our souls. Our
legs entwined and our arms wrapped around us pulling us tightly together
and locking every part of our bodies together. There we lay for ages,
wallowing in this first experience and feeling love surge between us. It
was a truly moving moment, which never really repeated between us again but
created a bond that will probably last our lifetimes.

We went to bed together eventually and we copied what had happened on
screen with our mouths exploring, stimulating and drinking the love fluids
from our vaginas before falling asleep in a cuddle. I went home shortly
after her parents returned the next morning. We had both forgotten the DVD
which her Mum found still in the machine and Jax got into awful trouble
over it. She didn't say where she got it but the horrified look on her dads
face when he was brought into the row was quite a sight apparently.  He was
so grateful that the fact that it was his was not revealed that he didn't
dare give Jax a hard time about taking it. I was not exactly welcomed there
again although we were to have some further sexual adventures when we were
left alone. As it happens the family emigrated about a year later so any
prospects of a relationship vanished.

Chapter 5 -- The Day I Became a Woman

Anyway my 16th birthday edged ever closer and still my relationship with my
Mum grew stronger but we still managed to somehow compartmentalise the
different facets of it, and no-one outside the two of us guessed or even
suspected that we were any more than mother and daughter. Apart from her
circle of girl-loving friends of course, who probably had guessed the
fact. Christmas and New Year came and went without too much incident.  I
went out with friends to a club for New Year and Mum went for a party with
her clique.  Just before my birthday in January we had an unexpected visit
from my dad, although I was busy doing homework at the time and he
obviously wasn't asking to see me. It was only a brief visit but once again
he came bearing financial gifts for us both which more than paid for my
university tuition in a few years time. Mum had asked me what I wanted for
my birthday and I reminded her of her promise. She smiled and said she
meant something she could wrap up!

"Well there is something actually," I said, "I don't have any toys of my
own, and maybe I should have something for you to use when you make me a
woman."

"Hmmm. Yes you should have some playthings. I'll see what I can do!" The
big day came at last and was luckily on a Saturday. I opened my cards and
presents which were all from Mum. In them I was delighted to see so many
toys and she must have bought up half the sex shop. There were various size
and shape of dildo and some exciting looking vibrators. There were also
various other goodies like beads and eggs which I wasn't sure what to do
with, but was sure to spend happy hours finding out about.

I spent the whole morning ridding myself of all hair around my pubes,
underarm and legs and styling the hair on my head. After lunch we went to
the shops and I treated myself to a whole new wardrobe (thanks dad)
including some really sexy underwear so I would look my best later. Mum did
a lot of shopping too and we came back laden with bags.

I was getting a little nervous now, the time was almost here and I had
built this up so much in my mind and wanted it to be a real occasion. And
so it was. We had a light tea complete with a birthday cake with 16
candles. During the evening I went to my room and laid out the various toys
I had been given and pondered over which should be the chosen implement but
decided to leave this to Mum. I had a shower and changed into my sexiest
underwear and a slinky white low-cut dress, thinking white was the
appropriate colour for tonight. Back downstairs she said I looked gorgeous
and asked what I'd like to do. As if she didn't know.

I sat on her lap in my usual fashion and we kissed until we began tingling
but she made no attempt to remove my dress. Before long she sat me on the
settee next to her and got up.

"Give me 10 minutes to get ready and then come up," she whispered.

"OK, we'll use my room. Choose your weapon!" I laughed. I heard the sound
of the loo being used and flushed and water being run. Another five minutes
passed and I slowly climbed the stairs, thinking that this would be for the
last time as a virgin.

In my room the curtains had been pulled, the lights were off but the bed
was lit in the glow of some sweet smelling candles. Good old Mum, just
perfect! On my bedside table she had chosen two dildos, a fairly small
smooth silver one and a larger penis-shaped one about the right size and
colour of the real thing. There was also a large tube of KY jelly and
tissues and a sanitary pad. The lady was well organised! On the bed, the
duvet had been taken off and a large white towel was folded in two and laid
across the middle of the bed. My Mum was sitting on the bed totally naked
and looking lovely. She was smiling and telling me to come closer.

As I walked over to the bed she stood up and told me I looked wonderful and
that I was to relax totally. She kissed me again and started to remove my
clothes very slowly and sensually. She loved my black lacy bra & panties
and kissed my nipples through the thin material before unclipping it and
sliding it off. She knelt down and kissed the indentation in the V of my
panties and rolled the panties off my hips and they fell to my feet. She
smiled at my new hairless look. Now we were both naked but she hadn't
finished yet. Off came my watch, my cygnet ring and even the scrunchie from
my hair allowing it to fall naturally over my ears.

"Oh yes. Now you're really virginal. Are you still sure of this?"

"Yes I'm really, really sure Mum. There's nobody in the world I'd rather do
this."

"OK its time then baby. Let's lay you down and get you really juicy."

I lay on my back with my legs apart and she raised my knees up high. She
started rubbing my clit hood slowly and then licked me from my vagina to my
clit and back again and I was already getting wet. After a while she opened
my vaginal entrance and inserted a single finger through my hymen then
pushing through the hole I had often felt. She said I had a nice hole that
she wiggled her finger around in. She removed her finger, wet from my
secretions and selected the silver dildo. It had a blunt pointed end but
was otherwise smooth and not very thick. "We'd normally use this in your
anal entrance but will do very nicely for this purpose." She took the tube
of KY and spread the clear jelly over the end of the dildo and smeared more
onto my hymen. "Are you ready baby?" I nodded and she added "Now just relax
honey this may be just a little uncomfortable."  She positioned the tip
against the hole in the maidenhood and then laid over me kissing me on my
lips and then I felt pressure inside and a momentary stab of pain but not
at all bad. "Good girl, very good girl. I'm going to give you a special
prize when this is over."

She wiggled the dildo around enlarging the hole even further and then
withdrew it. There was a small smear of red in amongst all the KY and
natural lubrication. She laid it on the towel and then picked up the
imitation cock. Suddenly this looked huge and I knew this was really going
to hurt. She told me to relax while more KY was spread over the head of the
latex monster and over the shaft.

It was the same routine as before, positioning it on the hymen then coming
up to kiss me.  "This will hurt just a little more baby. Just relax and
kiss me hard. I love you so much sweetie".

"I love you too Mum. Do it. Do it now!" I kissed her hard, felt the
pressure and another stab of pain, but only a little worse than before. "Go
on Mum put it right through!"

She pulled herself off me and said "It is in honey, take a look." I looked
down and it was true. It was over. The dildo was well in to my vagina and a
little blood was trickling down the remaining shaft and onto the towel.

"Wow that didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought. Are you going to fuck me
with it now?"

"No, my sweet, we'll let that heal up first but I will give you that
special prize. First let me examine you now." She pulled the dildo right
out and laid it with the other. There was more blood smeared all over it
but it didn't worry me. She opened me up again and peered in. "That's fine,
baby. The hymen is in shreds and now that the blood supply is cut off the
skin will die and just fall away in a little while. It's over honey; you're
now a full woman."

We both laughed out loud and I asked what the prize was. "Ah yes, the prize
is inside you she said. She opened my vagina once more and a small drip of
blood hit the towel. "It's almost stopped already" she said. She slid two
fingers up inside me, with her palm up, and I could feel them probing the
vagina wall. She inserted them a little further and then I felt it very
sensitive like my clit. She wiggled the tip of her fingers around that spot
and it was driving me wild with sexual pleasure.

"Fucking hell Mum what the hell is that?"

"That, my darling, is your G spot, isn't it wonderful?" With the thumb of
her same hand she circled my clit and the double stimulation was blowing my
mind. I was wriggling my hips all around with the sensation and then I felt
something building deep inside me, in my womb or somewhere, and I felt like
I was going to explode with the intense feelings.

"Oh god no, please stop" I cried over and over but there was no let up and
the feeling spread down to my genitals and my legs and a massive orgasmic
contraction just took over the pelvic muscles and squeezed me like a
lemon. Mum rolled onto her side and a big spurt of water shot out as she
pulled out her fingers. But surely that came out my peehole?  Another
contraction, a little less intense, and another squirt of this liquid. God
was I peeing myself?

The first spurt had gone right to the edge of the towel with the power of
the contraction but the second sprayed over my thighs. Even my Mum looked
amazed by the explosion. I could see that she was rubbing her own pussy
like mad. I wanted to help but I seemed to be stuck to the bed, no energy
at all. I just watched as she brought herself to an orgasm and lay beside
me panting.

"Mum, what on earth just happened, that was amazing!"

She looked at me, her eyes shining, and still trying to calm her breathing.
"It's what's sometimes called a female ejaculation baby. Can happen when
the G spot orgasm is about to happen. But I've never seen one quite like
that! Now you can see why I put such a big towel down!"

"But didn't it come out my peehole? Did I just pee everywhere?"

"No my sweet it's not wee but comes out the same place. It's clear and
tasteless, but don't ask me where it suddenly comes from."

My strength was returning and I sat up a little and grabbed a wad of
tissues from the box and wiped my thighs and then my pussy. There was still
a little blood around the newly broken vagina. Mum got up a little
unsteadily and found my knickers on the floor, stuck the sanitary pad onto
the crotch and pulled them up my legs and over my hips.

"Keep that on for a little while baby. Come on I think we both need a
drink!" We dressed and went downstairs. She got a bottle of champagne from
the fridge, opened it with a pop and poured us both a tumbler of it.

"Shit I need a shower Mum, I pong."

"Oh don't worry baby, so do I, lets both get stinking drunk to celebrate
your journey into womanhood!" And we did! A second bottle was soon opened
and my head was getting really funny by the end of the night. We opened
bags of crisps, peanuts, biscuits and we were both hungry. We talked about
what had happened a lot and were both drunk and smelly when we fell into
bed -- yes together. I whispered to her as we lay together that this had
been the best birthday I will ever have.

Chapter 6 -- Just Friends on Holiday

Over the next few days she showed me the joys of using the vibrators and it
was wonderful having the ability to put the toys deep in me and be fucked
properly. With all the excitement I had forgotten my period was due until I
got the tell-tale cramps. Mum gave me some tampons and showed me how to
insert them. I didn't want to use them while I was a virgin but now I was
free!

Our love just got even better now I had thrown off the shackles of the
hymen and it became harder to switch back to the daughter mode during the
day and I could feel that part of my life disappearing gradually. During
the summer holidays, with no school, it got even more difficult.

Yes holidays, that was another thing I wanted to tell you about. We had
booked our holiday in Tenerife long before any of these events and at the
time it was a mother taking her daughter on holiday. Now we had to decide
whether our new situation affected this.  We talked about presenting
ourselves as a different relationship, cousins, sisters or maybe just
friends so that we could more legitimately have fun together without
raising eyebrows. Our shared surname probably made it impossible to pass
ourselves as friends and maybe the age gap prevented being sisters. We
thought cousins was a more viable option. I could probably pass as 18 with
a bit of slap and Mum could pass as 28 quite easily. We eventually settled
on second cousins and worked out our cover story so that we told the same
version. We had a self-catering apartment so didn't have to worry about
sleeping arrangements.

We decided we would let our hair down and maybe try different partners if
the opportunities arose. She was quite keen that I should have an
experience or two with men, although I wrinkled my nose at the prospect,
but went along with it. So there we were on our first night at the welcome
disco. I was made up to look at least 18 and looking at myself in the
mirror I could have been even older. Mum looked great but I had to be
careful not to call her that but Sarah during our time here. Her youthful
looks combined with makeup skills meant she looked about 25 and we could
easily have passed for sisters after all. Certainly if we'd have claimed to
be mother and daughter we wouldn't have been believed!

We had a few drinks before a couple of German lads about 20 or 21 pulled us
up on the crowded dance floor. We had a couple of dances then the guys
headed for some beer while we went back to our table but after a quick
guzzle of our drinks another few guys also in their early 20's led us back
to the floor. These two were from Bolton and were a good laugh. They had
been to Tenerife before and said there were better places just down the
road, so after one dance we walked down to one. On the way Darren had his
hand round my waist and this slipped slowly south until it was on my bum
cheeks so I was pretty sure he fancied his chances. Geoff and, er, Sarah
were walking behind us and were doing much the same. The next bar was a
little less crowded and we spent an hour or so getting more and more
merry. It was still quite lively when we left to go to yet another but we
did some heavy duty kissing in the street and we decided to go back to our
apartment instead. I knew, of course, that I was about to have my first
experience with a man and I was making a mental note to check that he wore
a condom. I knew we had placed some in the bedside cupboards of both rooms
and also left a few in the lounge in case we didn't make it to the
bedrooms. It was going to be hard for Sarah too; it had been over 16 years
since her last experience with a man,

I can't say I enjoyed the experience and I know Mum hated it but went
through the motions. Mine started OK with some good kissing and I could
feel his excitement pressing against my lower tummy. I was wearing a rather
skimpy black dress with black lacy underwear and he soon had my boobs
exposed. His squeezing of them was unnecessarily heavy handed and I asked
him to be gentler. I lifted his tee-shirt off and we cuddled and kissed
some more. We drifted to the bed and he shed his trousers and I took off
the dress and the bra which was dangling round my waist by then. His cock
was a good size and was pushing out the front of his boxers and I held it
and rubbed it like Mum had demonstrated on the dildo. He pushed my head
downwards towards it and was obviously expecting a little oral arousing.
Fortunately Mum had demonstrated this too so I wasn't too worried about
doing this for the first time. However I wasn't prepared for the smell! It
turned my stomach and there was no way I could get near it like that. I
asked him if he would mind giving it a wash in the bathroom and I could
tell he was none too pleased, but went anyway. The first thing I did when
we got home was to excuse myself to the bathroom where I peed and washed my
undercarriage as I know it can smell stale otherwise and girls would do
this as a matter of course. Boys don't seem to think that way and walk
around all day, pee without wiping themselves and then expect a girl to go
down on them!

When he returned we had to start over with his arousal and this time he
tasted much sweeter. I sucked and rubbed him like I'd been shown and soon
he was ready.  I lay back and opened my legs expecting him to return the
favour and give me oral stimulation but instead he took it as his cue to
fuck. His penis was aimed at my entrance when I remembered the condom. I
asked him to wear one but he said he wasn't carrying any, so I scrambled in
the drawer by the bed and pulled out the 3 pack, ripping off the cellophane
and handing him the foil wrapped contraceptive.  He finally got it unrolled
on his dick and at last I felt it pushing its way into my vagina. I could
feel him thrusting but I just couldn't get excited by it all. He was
sweating profusely and I took a turn on top and could get a little more
pleasure that way and even had a weak orgasm. He felt like he was close so
took me from behind and soon was grunting as he came. He withdrew fairly
quickly and lay there dozing for a while, still wearing the condom with a
full teat. I removed it as his dick softened and wrapped it in a tissue and
dried the head which was still oozing some cum. He woke up again and asked
if it had been good. I said he was the best guy I'd ever had (which wasn't
a lie!)

His friend was already waiting in the lounge so they left feeling pleased
with themselves.  After they left we both said yeucchh and had a good
laugh. It seems Mum didn't have much more luck with Geoff who was a little
too drunk to be able to perform though she had tried her best to keep him
erect. But every time he managed to get it hard enough to get the condom
on, he lost it again. In the end she gave him a hand job and that was all.

I said Darren was a lot of work for not much satisfaction and I wasn't
inclined to pull any more fellas if she didn't mind. We agreed to try a
different approach. Spend our days on the beach and chill out at
night. Forget the men; after all we have each other. Well, at least I had
my experience with a man!

The next day we put our new master-plan into action. The beach was lovely,
if a bit packed, and our tan got off to a good start. By about 3.00 pm we
had had enough and went into town to find some shade. We ran into a holiday
rep and asked if there were any quiet bars I the town where we could just
chill out without being deafened.  He explained that if we were looking for
guys the discos were the best bet. Sarah said we were NOT looking for
guys. Her emphasis seemed to make him look at us a bit differently.

"Well," he said, "there are a couple of small bars in a certain part of
town that cater for women pretty well exclusively if that's what you have
in mind. One of them apparently just has musak sort of stuff, you know just
background music, but I haven't actually been there myself, of course."

He seemed a little embarrassed so after getting the address of the bar we
thanked him and went back to the apartment for an iced drink and a little
cuddle. We actually had a sleep as well and when we woke it was time to get
ready and find somewhere to eat.  We didn't get to find the bar until after
9.00 pm but it didn't look much from the outside. The sign on the door said
it was the Tampa Cross Club but it looked closed. Some other girls came
along but ignored the door and went up some metal stairs to the door above
our heads.  We looked up and the windows were all open and we could now
hear the sounds of soft music and chatter. We called each other stupid
tarts and followed the others up the stairs.  Two large guys stood at the
door but waved us through into a comfortable lounge with soft red
lighting. All around the edge were booths with candles. There were about 30
women there sitting in groups or pairs and some more standing at the bar
chatting and some using the small dance floor. We held hands and walked up
towards the bar and some of the women looked at us smiling and almost
licking their lips!

God I remember thinking there is no way we were not going to get hit on. Me
anyway!  All these women drooling after a young pussy! I was right too; we
had only sat down in a booth with our drinks for a minute or two when two
women in their late thirties hit on us.  We had been sitting on opposite
sides of the table in the middle of the booth and the women parked
themselves next to us and the one next to me started telling me how pretty
I was. I know Mum is in her early 30s but doesn't really look it. These
women were very made up and looked grotesque to me. I caught Mum's eye and
shook my head very slightly and Mum got the message. Mum turned to the one
next to her and said something and the woman called her mate and left us to
go back to the bar.

We decided to have a dance so took our purses and found a space on the
small dance floor. There wasn't room to do more than hold each other and
dance round on the spot but even so we managed to bump against the next
couple a few times. They looked at us the first time and said sorry and
they were both very pretty, in their mid-twenties. One had shortish blond
hair, the other with brown hair with highlights. Mum and I looked at each
other after we continued dancing and both smiled and raised our
eyebrows. They were much more what we both had in mind and it needed no
words between us to exchange that message. The next time we bumped was
engineered by Mum deliberately, swinging me so that my bottom bumped
against one of the two women. This time I apologised and the blond-haired
one said don't worry it was nice and rubbed her bottom against mine to
demonstrate the fact.

We chatted a bit, dancing side by side, exchanging names and where we were
from... The brunette was, of course, you my sweet Angela and the other was
your friend Josie. We were both from the UK and it turned out we only lived
thirty odd miles away from each other. Mum invited you both to sit at our
booth and you agreed straight away. The spark was there from the start
wasn't it my love, I couldn't take my eyes off you the whole evening and
Mum was getting on famously with Josie. After that first drink you put your
hand on mine on the seat and shortly afterwards took it to your lap so I
knew you were already developing feelings for me.

I think at that time we were all only thinking in terms of a holiday fling
and to be sure none of us was being particularly honest with each other
were we? Mum and I were sticking to our cover story of being second cousins
and of me being 18 and Mum 28 and you didn't query that at all. For your
part you didn't tell me you were both policewomen on a gay holiday together
but instead gave us some bullshit about working for a security company. But
it didn't matter to me what you did, I wouldn't have minded if you were
truthful but I understand completely why you fibbed. I'm not sure you would
have minded me being 16 either at that stage, the attraction was mutual and
our ending up in bed that evening was inevitable.

You and Josie invited us back to the apartment you had rented and we
accepted immediately. By that stage we were kissing when we danced and on
the way to the apartment we stopped every few yards for another passionate
kiss. Even at the pace we were going, Mum and Josie were going slower, and
their hands were all over each other.  When we finally got to the apartment
there was no small talk or drinks.  There were fortunately two bedrooms and
Mum and Josie disappeared into one while you and I took the other. "God I
need you soooo much," you whispered.

"Oh Angie I need you too, make love to me please."

"Make love TO you? Are you a little submissive then my sweet? That's good
because I'm more dominant I guess and it will be my pleasure to screw you
good tonight." I hadn't really realised that I was submissive but now you
had said it I think it's true. You certainly took control, pulling off my
glittery top and pushing me back on to the bed. You unzipped my short skirt
and pulled that off too, together with my strappy stilettos. You then left
my laying there in my skimpy bra and thong while you did a striptease for
me to watch. Slowly and sensuously you took off one item at a time. After
your top had come off you teased me with glimpses of your breasts after
unclipping the bra, not giving the full view of your gorgeous boobs until
you finally whipped it away. I was beginning to get even wetter than I was
already, and I felt the thin strip of thong between my legs and the
material was drenched.

Eventually you eased your panties off your bottom and let them flutter down
your legs to leave you totally nude. You stood there pulling at your
nipples, which were already as fat as my little finger and half an inch
long, and you smiled at me drooling over them. "You want them baby?" you
asked, "You want to suck these beauties?"

"Mmmm, you know I do!"

"Come on then, feast on me." You moved closer to the bed and I sat up,
bounced till I sat on the edge of the bed and clamped my mouth over your
right nipple, holding the breast with both hands and suckled on you like a
baby. The nipple grew longer and hard and you almost had to tear it away
from me in the end to feed me the other. You pulled me to my feet after a
while and we once again locked in a whole series of passionate kisses.
While we kissed you unclipped my bra and undid the bows on my thong so that
when you laid me back again my remaining underwear disappeared.

You laid full on me and while your mouth again found mine you pushed one
thigh against my soaked pussy and I felt the wetness of yours rubbing
against my thigh. It reminded me of my first experience with Mum's friend
but this was so much better. Your lips sought out my nipples and sucked
them in deep while squeezing and stroking the breasts. The teats were
stretched with your teeth and then sucked again.  Every time I went to hold
your breasts too you pushed my arms back flat on the bed, so I lay there
letting you thrill every part of me, bringing me surely to a
pussy-trembling cum, Sensing the fast-approaching climax you scrambled
between my legs and buried your tongue deep in me and then to my clit where
you licked it rapidly whilst the orgasm broke over me like a wave.

It was only then that you allowed me to do you back, well actually after
you squatted over me and force-fed my your pussy I had no choice did I? At
all times you stayed firmly in control, but never mistreated or degraded me
and I didn't feel like a slave or anything. You're right I am a bit
submissive, enjoy it too. Later in the week when we had a group session
with Josie and Mum on the bed in our place it was clear that Josie was also
submissive and Mum was so in charge, so I can see what the setup is between
you two.

Chapter 7 - Back home and the lies are exposed.

It was a magical time for me, that week with the four of us; between you
and Mum my pussy was kept so active that it began to get tender, but the
tenderer it got the more I craved the sex. It was an exhausted girl that
flopped down in the airplane seat next to Mum on the way home and I slept
the journey through. That morning we had had an emotional tear-filled
goodbye to you and Josie. We had exchanged addresses and phone numbers as
you always seem to, without much real expectation of a follow up when back

I was proved wrong as early as the following evening. I recognised your
voice straight away and you were keen to see me at the weekend. It was
arranged that you would pick me up at home at 6.00pm on Saturday and we
would get a meal and go out somewhere after. I asked whether Josie would be
coming and you were a little offhand, saying Josie was capable of making
her own arrangements with Sarah. (Mum). I had spent all afternoon getting
nice for you and I had resolved to tell you the real truth about my age and
Mum etc. that evening. I was aware that what was OK for a holiday romance
was not the way to start a real relationship if that is what it was to
be. The idea was that I would be ready early so that we could go straight
out before you saw Mum and that by the time we returned you would know the
truth so it wouldn't matter if you came in.

Of course it didn't work out that way did it! You arrived a whole hour
early while I was still getting my make-up on and there was no way Mum
could stop you guessing the truth. There were enough pictures of me with
Mum at different ages around the lounge.  For that to be obvious and Mum
admitted my real age. I could hear the raised voices from my bedroom but
arrived as you were leaving wagging a finger at Mum threatening her with
all sorts of prosecutions for offences against a minor. It was only then I
learned you were with the police. I've been ringing you for hours but you
wouldn't talk to me at first then it seems you have left the phone off the
hook. So I started this letter. It's got a bit long I know but I wanted you
to know the complete truth. It's now daylight and I've been writing all
night it seems, but I wanted to mail this today. Please don't make trouble
for Mum, it was all my fault. I would love to see you again now all the
lies are out the way.  My love for you wasn't a lie, isn't a lie, but I
know I've blown it with you. Can we meet again just to talk about things
and end it properly if that what you want?

THE END

Well I hope you enjoyed this story and as usual I would love to hear any
comments (good or bad) or suggestions. E-mail me at suzie_xx@hotmail.co.uk.
I guarantee to respond personally to each one (unless you choose to remain
anonymous of course.).